The delayed flight

The connecting flight to New York was cancelled: bad weather. The airline would put us up for the night, but in Sierra Leone there were few hotels. Passengers would have to share rooms.

I stood at the hotel desk. 215. They gave me the key. I went to the room and opened the door.

Two beds. There was already a suitcase, open on the far bed. I heard the water in the shower running. Who was my room-mate?
I brought in my things. Opened my suitcase and unpacked my needs for the night.

The shower water stopped. A moment passed. The shower door opened. Lit from behind his figure emerged into the room in silhouette. A full, skull set above a long neck. Broad shoulders tapered to a slender waist. Hips and thighs wrapped in a towel strode forward on the shadow of well formed calves. 
“Hi”, a soft tenor voice sung out. “I guess we’re together for the night. I’m Ted, from Virginia”.

He pulled the towel from around his waist, lowered his head and began to dry his hair. The move revealed the “v” of his manliness, the delicate dark hair of his crotch, the soft tightened flesh of his lovely pink cock, the pendulous bulk of his hanging balls. As he rubbed his head, I stood transfixed. He moved closer. The light of the bedside lamp, dim and golden, moved across the ripples of his chest, the curves of his biceps, the delicate tendons of his throat. The energy of his hands on his head, stirred his hips and his dick and balls fluttered from side to side.

What beauty, what full manliness. My dick hardened instantly. But what could I do.

“Hello,” I muttered and I made my way into the bathroom as I pretended to ignore him. I finished my needs. Would he be in bed and asleep when I came out? I opened the bathroom door.

The bed table lamp was still on. He was in his bed. He was lying on his back. The covers were drawn only to just below his waist. The golden light caught the hairs that ran from his navel to the now concealed pubic crown. 

I dried myself in the bathroom doorway and threw the towel behind me onto the tub. My dick was hard. It stood full and upward pointing to the ceiling. I walked to my bed beside his. So hard was my cock that every step was a discomfort. I sat on the bed. Should I turn off the light?

I looked at him again. Was he asleep? Why was he on his back? Why were the covers pulled only to that point that invited such desire? Did I dare do what I was thinking? 
Why not? What could I lose? I’d never see him again.

I reached over to him. I slowly lowered the covers. Intuition was correct. As the covers moved back, his delicate cock, pink and white, freed of their covering. flung upward to his belly. He knew. He sensed it. (But then, don’t we all?)

His eyes opened. “I was waiting for you”, he whispered. “Come here.”

I moved over to his bed. With my dick pulsing and ready to spill every drop of its tensely rising cum I laid myself upon him. Mouth against mouth, chest against chest, hard dick against belly, we pressed into each other. Pushing and grinding we moved closer and closer as though we could enter each other. My tongue thrust deeply into his throat and his fired through my lips and tongue. So tightly did we hold each other that we might have suffocated by the closeness of our embrace. 
But I needed more. I pulled back and plunged my head against his crotch, Ravenously I clasped his dick between my lips and tongue. Still not enough, I rushed head long to his sack, to his balls, the back to his cock and again his balls and then past his sack to the dark secret of his whole. 

More, I needed more. Rising up I pulled his leg upward to spread him fully open. His hard pink cock clung close to his belly, my hand clutched his ankle, his hole was exposed, pink and throbbing and waiting for my entry.

My other hand seized his ass, then moved to that hole, that sweet dark hole surrounded by the soft filaments of hair. My middle finger plunged itself deep within him.. He groaned with delight and his hips pressed against me. 

“Take me, take me” he cried.
I flipped him over. The roundness of the most perfect ass flowered before me. Two huge globes, separated by the deepest and darkest divide raised themselves to my face. 
“Now, now” he screamed. “Stick it in me. Stick it!”

I grabbed my dick in my right hand and with my left I parted his ass. I found the mark. I thrust. I plunged. In the moment my cock head entered the tightness of his surrounding muscle I almost exploded all my man cream within him. But I held stilll. I tightened my balls. I kept it in.

“Don’t stop” he yelled. “Don’t Stop. I need it now. Now!”

I plunged. And plunged again. Deeper and Deeper, My cock thrust inward up the to edge of my hairs. 

My mouth fell to his neck. I licked. I bit. His head twisted backward. His lips and tongue sought out mine. My hands reached under him, I grabbed his dick, As I pumped with my hand, he thrust with his hips. Again and again. Pulsing, throbbing, pounding. My dick in his ass. His dick in my hand. Our tongues in mutual ecstasy. Then at the last moment, I fell backward. I clutched him on top of me and as the weight of his body thrust fully downward against my firing cock I exploded within him just as his hardened hot dick burst with all its cum in the grasp of my hand.

We fell exhausted. The replacement flight would leave early the next morning.