Unbetitelt

Creepy Motel

 My football buddy John and I decided to stay at this creepy motel before the game. It was the biggest game of the season, so everywhere was booked out, except for this place.

Apparently it has a reputation for being haunted, especially among sports fans. Not like that would deter us.

When we arrived, there was an eerie wind in the air, but the accommodations were shockingly normal, if not dated. There wasn't anyone at the front desk, but we just figured they were on lunch break and check ourselves in.

As were unpacking, I suddenly felt a weird urge. I turned to John, asking, "Hey babe, how about we have some fun?", my voice sounding weirdly husky. And why would I be calling him babe? I'm pretty sure John has a chick that he's seeing, and I'm looking for a new one after a messy breakup last month.

To my surprise, John agrees, enthusiastically I might add. We strip out of our clothes, our suitcases still on the bed, and begin making out. He's surprisingly a good kisser. Our tongues entangle with each other. 

John begins putting his lips around my cock, bobbing his head up and down. He's really good at it too, much better than any girl I've been with. An audible deep moan escapes my mouth.

I suddenly grab his arms and flip him around, slapping my cock against his mouth. He looks at it, salivating like a dog. 

I grab his head and begin thrusting my cock down his throat rhythmically. John struggles to breathe, but it's clear he's enjoying it.