Chapter Five

He tapped on the door, and saw that it was slightly ajar, kept open by a sock. He let himself into the room and closed the door again. He took off his shades and saw the blond guy sitting on the double bed ahead of him, barely five feet away. The room was smaller than the bathroom he’d just left at his own hotel, and the wallpaper was peeling from the ceiling down the walls. The place smelled of damp, and he wrinkled his nose.

Andy was, thankfully, even cuter than his online pictures had suggested. When Dax took off his shades and hat, he was so shocked he lay on the bed, not moving, his mouth open, as was the reaction of practically everyone Dax met.

First, Dax had to take all necessary precautions. “Where’s your cell phone?” he asked.

Struck dumb, Andy held up the phone. Dax pointed to the bedside table. “Turn it off and put it in the drawer,” he said.

Andy stood up from the bed. He couldn’t stop staring. “Don’t tell me it’s really you,” he said.

“Yep,” said Dax. “I don’t mean to be a dick but I can’t have you taking any photographs of me while I’m here. Is the phone off?”

Andy was about to place it in the drawer when he held it up and pressed the home button, the black screen proving that the phone was indeed switched off. “I won’t tell anyone,” he said, his voice trembling. Dax could see he was shaking with nerves, and he took off his jacket.

“I’ve got my team in a car outside,” he lied. He saw that Andy was still stuck to the spot, and he smiled. “Relax. You’re hot.”

“I don’t think anyone would ever believe I’ve got Dax Monroe alone in a hotel room,” he breathed. “Fuck me, I’m shaking.”

“Hopefully not too much,” Dax said. “I’ve seen what you’ve got under those jeans and I’d really like to get to know it a little better, if that’s okay.” He hoped that the guy’s nerves weren’t about to ruin his performance. Dax had already been through enough that evening, and to leave here without the very thing he came for would be too frustrating for him to comprehend.

To set the ball rolling, he lifted up the thick woolen sweater to reveal the slim t-shirt underneath. He stopped undressing there, and walked over to Andy. He didn’t have far to go; the tiny box of a hotel room was easily crossed in just a few steps. He reached out and stroked down Andy’s arms, fair and muscular, and moved in for a kiss. He could feel Andy’s nervous breath on his lips, but after a few moments, their lips against each other, Andy relaxed, and with relief Dax felt their bodies press together.

The light of the room was far too bright, and Dax turned it off, keeping on only the single bulb over the bed. It was tacky, and not particularly arousing, but he didn’t like to fuck in the dark. He had a body of which he was proud, one for which he’d worked hard. And he loved other men’s bodies, too. He could feel Andy’s muscles underneath his t-shirt, and he wanted to see more of it.

Andy smelled of shampoo and cologne, as though he’d only just stepped out of the shower. Dax liked this; when he had sex with someone he didn’t know, their being clean was the most important thing for him. It meant that he didn’t hesitate to get on his knees and pull at the button of Andy’s jeans.

Looking down at him, breathing heavily, Andy still stood with his mouth open. Dax knew he couldn’t believe it was happening, and was sure the guy wouldn’t get another opportunity like this one. Knowing he’d surprised him, and that the hotel was indeed only a coincidence, meant Dax relaxed. He felt better to know Andy’s cell phone was safely turned off and tucked away in the drawer, so there was little chance that incriminating footage could be taken.

Dax was already hard, and he slid his hand up Andy’s t-shirt, groaning as he felt the man’s toned body under his fingers. He lifted the shirt up and pressed his nose against the soft blond hair that ran from Andy’s bellybutton. He smelled sweet, like fruity soap. But underneath that smell was the scent of man. And Dax had missed that smell a lot. Once the button of his fly was open, Andy began to stroke Dax’s dark hair, and Dax liked the feeling of another man’s fingers in his locks.

He began to stroke the soft bulge underneath the white cotton of Andy’s underwear, and as he did so, he smiled to himself as he felt the bulge harden. He pulled down the waistband of the underwear and his mouth automatically watered at the sight of Andy’s shaven cock. It was thick and veiny, curled like a python in his underwear, and Dax knew he had to free the beast from its cage. He pulled the underwear down further, and Andy’s semi-hard dick popped out of the boxers, hanging down, twitching as it began to rise.

Dax didn’t wait for it to get any harder before he grabbed the base of the shaft and opened his mouth. He took the tip of Andy’s cock between his lips and tasted that first delicious tang of another man. It was like the first cigarette in a morning, the first cool glass of water after a long walk, the first sight of home after being away for months. And Dax relished the way Andy immediately became hard in his mouth, so that he had to move his head up, as Andy’s cock sprang up against his stomach.

It took everything Dax had to stop putting his own hand into his jeans and stroking his cock, but he wanted Andy’s lips around it. For now, he was content to be on his knees, his hands on Andy’s muscular ass, moving his head back and forth as he opened the back of his throat and took as much of the other man as he could. He felt Andy press inside him, poking the tip of his cock against the back of Dax’s throat, so that Dax felt he wanted to gag.

He closed his eyes and moved rhythmically, and Andy fell forward, placing his hands on the bed, his jeans in a bundle at his feet. “Fuck,” he said, moving up and down, fucking Dax’s mouth. “That’s so fucking hot.”

It turned Dax on to see how horny this other man was for him, and he wanted more. His own cock was aching in his jeans and although he was sad to release Andy from his mouth, he got up from his knees and held Andy’s arm. “Suck my dick,” he commanded him. Andy didn’t need asking twice. With his own cock on an invisible string that twitched up and down, he got onto his own knees. His blond hair was floppy and soft, still a little damp from the shower, and Dax took pleasure from combing his own fingers through it slowly.

He opened the fly to his own jeans, took out his cock, and ran it over Andy’s cheek, teasing both of them. Andy moved his mouth around, trying to catch it, but Dax smiled as he pulled away just in time. “Ever had a star in your mouth?” he asked. Andy gulped and shook his head. Not that Dax needed to ask the question; the guy’s eyes still had the look of those of a frightened rabbit caught between headlights.

“Put it in your mouth,” Dax whispered. “Take that dick and give me a good, old-fashioned English suck.”

Without hesitating, Andy obliged. He held onto the shaft, his lips open wide. His hazel eyes closed and he gave a groan that Dax could feel reverberate from the back of Andy’s mouth and right through the rest of his body, making him shiver. It was like slipping into the hottest of baths on the coldest of days, and Dax tipped back his head and gazed up at the grimy hotel ceiling.

For some reason, being in such a dive only made things even sexier. While he liked the way Andy had shown up to the date clean, he felt the whole situation was a little dirty, dangerous and far from the obsessively clean and tidy format his life was lived in day-to-day. He held the back of Andy’s head, pushing his cock into the guy’s mouth, feeling the hot wetness of his throat engulfing the tip.

Both men were uncut, and when Dax’s foreskin was pulled back by Andy’s gentle but eager fingers, he flinched at the sensitivity. Andy’s tongue grazed against the head, which was red and glistened with precum. He opened his mouth and Dax watched as he licked at the head, poking his tongue against the slit, licking up the clear pearls of sweetness and swallowing them down.

Dax wanted to be someplace even hotter, and darker, and tighter. He nodded toward Andy’s wallet, which was sitting on the nightstand. “Have you got a rubber?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Andy said, getting to his feet. They didn’t need to have a conversation over who was going to be the one wearing it; the app on which Dax had found his date had clearly stated that the guy was versatile, and Dax was a die-hard top.

Andy grabbed his wallet and took out a condom. He left it on the nightstand as Dax pushed him onto the bed, kicking off his jeans. Andy pushed his own jeans off the end of his feet so both men were wearing only their t-shirts. Andy was face-down on the bed, his slim ass cheeks tight together. Dax would have liked his ass to have been rounder, fuller, but there was no mistaking that the rest of the guy’s body was perfect. He bent over him, kissing his shoulders, licking down his back, coming to rest at the top of his ass.

As much as he loved to suck another man’s cock, he loved eating out his asshole even more. He knelt on the bed, parted Andy’s cheeks, and his tongue searched for the tight rosebud of the man’s ass. His crack was filled with fine, fair hair, but Dax didn’t mind that, either. The hair caught the manly scent and held it there, and he ran his tongue up and down, flicking it against the clenched skin of Andy’s asshole.

It made Andy groan with pleasure, as he clenched the bed sheets with his fists and stretched out his toes as far as he could. Dax buried his head between the guy’s ass cheeks, eating the tight hole, poking his tongue in. He grinned as he felt his sphincter relax a little, and he poked his tongue inside as far as it would go. Then he brought his head away and spat at it, getting it wet, and ready for him. In all this time his hard cock hadn’t softened at all, and now he pressed the tip against Andy’s ass, a foreshadow of what was to come.

“Yeah, give me that dick,” Andy said, reaching around and stroking Dax. Dax liked the gritty, cockney tone in his voice. He sounded like an east-end gangster from the dramas he liked to watch when he had an evening to himself.

There was no lube in the room, and Dax spat on the guy’s asshole again, rubbing the saliva around it. Then he picked up the condom and carefully tore open the packet. He hated to use them. For Dax, the sensation of sliding bareback into another guy’s ass was unbeatable, but there was no way he could risk being so careless. He rolled the condom over his dick, snapping the end against the bottom of the shaft. The reservoir stuck out on the end of the tip, ready to do its job.

With the slippery feel of the condom and the saliva around Andy’s asshole together aiding entry, Dax pressed the end of his cock against Andy’s flesh, only this time there was less teasing and more intent. Andy turned his head to the side on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, bracing himself for what was to come.

Dax knew that up his ass was an organ guaranteed to give him unbelievable pleasure, but he’d never envied those who liked to bottom. Like many tops, he’d attempted to take a cock up his ass a few times, but each time had brought a rapid halt to the proceedings. It simply hurt too much, and it wasn’t worth enduring the pain for the joy on the other side. He liked his asshole to be fondled, stroked, licked and gently played with, but he was firmly on the giving end when it came to penetration.

Andy got up onto his knees, crouching so they touched his chest. He presented himself, ankles wide apart, and as the tip of Dax’s cock popped inside, he gave a gasp. Dax paused, not wanting to move too fast, but Andy was the one who moved backward, and both men groaned as Dax slid inside Andy with one glorious movement.

Dax could feel the tight muscles of the asshole clamp around his cock, not wanting him to move any further, but he pushed slightly, and felt Andy’s bowels open up to him. Andy moaned as Dax pushed against his prostate, and after a few short, slow movements of his hips, Dax fell into a rhythm, and Andy joined in with enthusiasm.

The old, rickety bed had no doubt seen plenty of action in its time, and as the two men fucked hard and fast on it, it rocked with loud creaking noises. Dax gripped Andy’s slim hips, his fingers sliding into the groove below his stomach that came from hard work at the gym. Andy sat up a little, arching his back, turning his neck to find Dax’s lips with his own. Dax cupped his chin and plunged his tongue into the man’s mouth, sucking at it as he fucked him, hard, from behind.

Andy grinned and took the cock like a champ, holding onto Dax’s head and grinding his knees into the duvet. “That’s it,” he said. “Give me that big fucking cock, you sexy fucking superstar. Jesus, that’s so beautiful you’re going to make me blow all over this bed.”

It spurred Dax on further, and he pushed Andy down onto the bed, moving on top of him, pistoning in and out with increasing speed. Andy was looser now, relaxed, and Dax was inside him as far as he could possibly go, his balls slapping against the man’s ass. Then he felt Andy clench around his cock, and he grinned as Andy cried out into the bed and soaked the sheets with cum, firing his seed up the bed so it hit his chin, and Dax kept on massaging his prostate with his cock until Andy begged for mercy.

The extra stimulation of Andy’s muscles around his cock brought Dax to the edge of climax. Andy groaned, knowing he was close. “I want your seed inside me,” he begged. “I don’t give a shit about the condom. Take it off and give me that Dax Monroe cum!”

Dax pulled out and whipped off the condom, but instead of going back inside Andy’s ass, he grabbed the man by the hair, turned his face around, and slapped his cock against the man’s cheek. “Open your mouth,” he instructed him. “Take my seed down your throat.”

Andy was only too happy to oblige, and he moved to the side, rolling over and taking Dax’s cock, pumping it a few times before Dax felt the heat rise to the point of no return, and he watched as climaxed in Andy’s face, most of his cum firing into the man’s mouth. Andy took every drop he could, swallowing it down in gulps, licking his lips and then holding Dax’s cock between then, until Dax couldn’t cope with anyone touching him anymore and he withdrew, panting heavily.

“Damn, I needed that,” he said. “You wouldn’t have a clue how hard it is to get a good fuck when you’re on the road.”

Andy lay on his back, casually stroking his cock, which Dax could see was beginning to get hard again. “Well, I’ve got the room all night, mate,” he said, winking. “How about you stay here a bit longer and we do that all over again?”

The millionaire pop star was back. Dax flashed Andy a large smile. “I wish I could,” he said. “But I’ve got a flight to catch in a few hours and my guys are going to be wondering where I am.”

Before Andy moved, Dax pulled his clothes on quickly. He donned the shades and hat, and left the room without looking back.