Fuck, he was hot. Dapperly attired in a stylish tuxedo, his hair slicked in place. He slowly sipped a tumbler of scotch on the hotel room balcony, his eyes fixed on me. I knew that look—the look that says: Get on your knees and suck my cock, faggot.
It was supposed to be my day off. I had taken a summer job at a golf resort after my first year of college. I worked the front desk at the main club house, but sometimes picked up extra shifts babysitting for families with young kids.
“I need you to babysit today, Greg,” my boss had texted that morning. “With the wedding at the club house this afternoon, we have six families needing sitters.” I had wanted to play a few rounds with some friends that day, but the babysitting gigs paid even more than my usual front desk job. Thus, I agreed to help out.
“You must be Greg. Thanks so much for coming,” the dad greeted a few hours later as he opened the door to their hotel suite, his two-year-old daughter in his arms.
Jesus Christ, the dad was hot. Dark hair, square jaw, smoldering eyes, and a muscular body straining against the slim cut of his tuxedo. He couldn’t have been more than a few years older than me. Already dressed for the wedding, all I wanted to do was get him out of his tuxedo.
“I’m Heath . . . and this is Bella,” he continued, introducing me to the little girl as we made our way into the suite. “I must say we were a bit surprised to be assigned a male babysitter. Do you do this kind of thing often?”
“Yeah,” I replied, ignoring the inference that only a faggot would babysit kids. “It’s part of my job here at the resort, and I enjoy playing with kids.” I wanted to add that I also enjoy playing with hot guys, like him.
“Works for me,” Heath stated, placing Bella in front of the TV. “We’ve brought her favorite DVD of The Little Mermaid. She’s in an Ariel phase and will watch it over and over again, so you won’t have to do much while we’re gone.”
“Just be sure to put her down for a nap in an hour,” Heath’s gorgeous wife added, breezing into the room in a stylish dress suitable for a summer wedding. “My pearls,” she said to Heath, handing a double strand to him. She was as attractive as her husband, and I instantly imagined them having killer sex. Fucking breeders.
“I suppose we’ll be off,” Heath announced, clasping the pearls behind his wife’s neck. “Text me if you have a problem. My number is on the desk.” And then they were gone.
Bella proved to be as easy as promised. She watched another hour of The Little Mermaid and then quickly settled down for a nap. Inspired by my lusting for Bella’s hot, muscular dad, I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through Tumblr for images of some muscle studs worthy of a quick ‘bate session in the bathroom, when I heard the card key in the door.
“Did you forget something?” I asked, shoving my phone in my pocket as Heath entered the suite. He was alone, having left his wife at the wedding reception downstairs.
“Is she asleep?” he asked in a whisper, ignoring my question and gesturing to the bedroom where Bella was napping. 
“Yes,” I replied softly as Heath poured himself a scotch from the minibar and motioned for me to follow him out onto the the secluded balcony. “Is something wrong?” I asked when he had closed the sliding door behind us.
Heath made no answer. He slowly sipped his scotch, his eyes fixed on me. I knew that look—the look that says: Get on your knees and suck my cock, faggot.
I looked down at his crotch, his cock growing and straining against the zipper. I then raised my eyes to his, whereupon he gave me a silent, approving nod. Instantly, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants, freeing a thick eight-incher with a fat cockhead.
“Christ,” Heath gasped as I took his big dick down my throat throat. “I knew you were jonesing for my cock as soon as I opened the door today,” he shared, resting a hand against the back of my head. “And I knew I’d somehow get this cock down your throat. You like this big dick?”
“Mmm hmm,” I answered, keeping his cock in my mouth. He had placed his scotch on the balcony rail and moved both hands to the side of my head, face fucking me hard. Tears streamed down my face as he gagged me and battered his fat cockhead against my tonsils.
“Fuck, you know how to take a throat fucking,” he admired, gripping my head like a vise as he used my mouth, making it a worthy substitute for his wife’s pussy. I reached up to feel his balls mashed against my chin. They were tight, readying to expel his seed down my throat.
“Oh SHIT . . . here it comes,” he roared fiercely as he thrusted one last time, his hands once again on the back of my head. “DAMN,” he grunted, his cock throbbing and pulsing as his nut shot down my throat. He held me down on his cock as I turned red faced and gagged, struggling to swallow his load.
“Fuck,” I gasped, struggling to breathe when he finally released me, saliva and cum dripping down my chin.
“Damn, dude. You sure as fuck know how to suck a dick,” he praised.
“Thanks,” I replied wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
“So . . . you got a room or something here at the resort?” Heath inquired, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants.
“Yeah, we all stay in the staff cabins,” I replied. “They’re just past the tennis courts.”
“Can I come fuck you there tonight?” he asked. “After my wife and Bella are asleep. Would you like that?”
“Yeah, that sounds hot,” I replied. “But I’ve got a roommate.”
“Is he into dick, like you?” Heath questioned, picking up his scotch and taking another sip.
“Yeah,” I answered. “My roommate is also gay. He knows about me.”
“Good,” Heath smiled, exiting quietly back into the hotel suite. “Then he won’t mind watching as I fucking wreck your tight cunt.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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