“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I said to Bryce, his tight body silhouetted in the morning light of my hotel room window, his firm ass full of my seed. “Come back to bed.”
“I—I can’t,” Bryce stammered, unable to look at me.
“We don’t have to fuck again, if you’re too sore,” I assured him. “I just want to hold you.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I can’t do this with you anymore.”
It had been over a year since I had picked up Bryce in a bar near campus. I couldn’t believe my luck when this incredibly hot college boy accompanied me back to my hotel room. At thirty-five, I was almost old enough to be his father—almost. Yet, like me, Bryce seemed to be turned on by our age difference.
The sex that first time was incredible, our chemistry off the charts. We fucked four times before Bryce fell asleep in my arms, my cock going slowly soft inside him. I assumed the encounter to be a one-night stand, something too rare and beautiful to be repeated. Thus, I was somewhat shocked the next morning when Bryce asked when I was coming back to town. I told him it would be another month before I’d need to see my client again, but I found an excuse to be back in another week and every week since then.
Our pattern was always the same. My flight would arrive in the morning. After my meetings, Bryce would meet me at my hotel, a stone’s throw from campus. We would fuck twice, go to dinner, fuck twice more, fall asleep, and then fuck once more in the morning before he headed to class and I caught an Uber back to the airport. Our relationship was a weekly whirlwind, but it was magical—until Bryce said he couldn’t do it anymore.
“I don’t understand,” I replied, rising out of bed to put my arms around him at the window. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing you did,” Bryce assured me. “I’m—I’m seeing someone—a guy from my biology class. I should have told you. His name is Warren.”
“Wow. That’s—that’s great,” I stammered, taken aback. “Are you and Warren serious?”
“No—not just yet,” Bryce admitted awkwardly.
“Good,” I smiled. “That means we don’t have to stop seeing one another. We never said we had to be exclusive.”
“Warren doesn’t want me with you anymore,” Bryce informed me, pulling away. “He thinks you’re too old for me, and that you’re using me.”
“I’m using you?” I gasped. “You don’t really think—?”
“Warren thinks I’m just a whore to you,” Bryce interrupted. “The dinners—the hotel room. It’s just sex between us.”
“You’re not a whore to me. And it’s not just sex,” I insisted. “I take you to dinner and invite you to my hotel because I like being with you, Bryce. I thought you liked that, too.”
“I do—I mean—I did,” he replied. “I don’t know. It’s just complicated now.”
“I think you should go,” I declared, my tone firm.
“Don’t be mad at me,” Bryce pleaded, reaching for me. “I don’t want it to end like this. Will you fuck me before I leave? One last time?”
“Bryce, I don’t think we should—”
“Please,” he begged, leading me back to the bed. “I want to feel you on top of me just once more. I want to remember you that way.”
Reclining back on the rumpled sheets of the hotel bed, Bryce spread his legs for me. His pink cunt was still wet and puffy from a marathon of fucking the night before. Pushing into Bryce, he winced as I penetrated him for the last time.
“We don’t have to do this,” I offered while holding still inside him, “if you’re too sore—”
“No, I want this. Fuck me,” he pleaded.
Pushing his knees against his chest, I put all my weight upon Bryce. I was hurt that he was ending it with me so abruptly. I was also angry. And I planned to take it out on his ass. If the boy wanted break-up sex, he was going to get it with a vengeance. Raising myself into a plank above him, I began to jackhammer his sloppy hole.
“Yeah—that’s it—fuck me harder,” he begged, rocking his ass while I dominated him. “Fucking use my hole.”
Bryce’s hands went to my ass, pulling me into him. Pushing his knees wider apart, I slid deeper inside him. His eyes rolled back into his head as my big cock plumbed his depths. His sphincter gripped the base of my thick shaft, heightening my pleasure. My balls couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to nut.
“You want my cum?” I asked urgently. “You want me to shoot inside you?”
“God YES,” he replied, wrapping his arms tightly around me. “Breed my fuckin’ hole.”
Instantly, my cock began to throb, flooding his guts with my warm load. My body convulsed uncontrollably, purging me of my seed. Instinctively, I kissed Bryce, my tongue tasting him for the last time. He began to cry.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rough,” I apologized, pulling out of him.
“No—you weren’t too rough,” he insisted, trying to stem the tears flowing down his face. “That’s not why I’m crying.”
“Then—then what is it?” I inquired softly, kissing his cheek, tasting his salty tears.
“I’m crying because I’m in love with you,” he sobbed, pulling me close and burying his face into my chest.
“I’m in love with you, too, Bryce,” I whispered in his ear. “I have been for some time.”
“What?” he asked in disbelief. “I thought you just wanted a fuck bud—something easy.”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanted at first,” I admitted. “But then I started falling for you. The job with my client actually ended five months ago, but I’ve been coming back every week just to see you.”
“I don’t understand,” he replied. “You had an appointment here yesterday. You were late to the hotel because of it. Was that made up?”
“No, that appointment was real,” I admitted. “I was meeting with a realtor. I was looking at a condo near campus.”
“Wait—you’re moving here?” Bryce asked in disbelief.
“Yeah. Well, maybe not now,” I shrugged. “I was gonna ask you to move in with me. I wanted to see if maybe—maybe we could, you know, be together. But I see now that it was stupid.”
“Stupid? Why would you think that?” Bryce demanded.
“Because you’re younger than me,” I answered. “I now realize that you should be with someone your age, like Warren. He’s right—I’m too old for you. Shit, I’m almost old enough to be your father.”
“I like that you’re older,” Bryce stated, pulling me into an embrace. “I feel safe when I’m with you. I feel—loved.”
“You are loved,” I assured him, kissing him deeply, passionately.
“I want you back inside me,” Bryce pleaded, his hand reaching for my cock, guiding it back to his hole. But before I could push back into him, Bryce’s phone buzzed on the bed table.
“Is that Warren?” I asked hesitantly as Bryce checked his phone. “You can go to him—if you’ve made your choice.”
“I think you know my choice,” Bryce whispered in my ear as he opened his legs and took me into him—body and soul.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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