Fully Loaded | Meet Aaron : I wasn't trying to spy...

Everyone is over the age of 18

---------------------------------------

From Aaron’s POV:

My dad makes us take this trip to Orlando every year. It’s his hometown, but everyone in the family knows he's mostly there for the rollercoasters. 

We have grown sick, mentally and physically, of it but every year we stuff our bags and ourselves in the car and make the long drive for “family time”. Besides guessing which one of us will get sick on a ride first, it's mostly always an uneventful trip. 

That is, until we stayed at this hotel this year. I liked it as soon as I walked in, because there was a little nook at the window where you could sit and look outside. We arrived when it was daytime, so the way that the space was illuminated was awesome. I could see myself making an excuse on the third or fourth day that we were supposed to be at the park to stay and read some of the comics I brought. 

And that's what I did. 

After feigning sickness and waiting for the family to leave at some ungodly hour, I sipped my tea in the window nook, looking out at the view. There wasn't much of one, besides the blue sky and the tall palm trees, since there was another tall hotel across from my window.

I hung out all day in the hotel room, ordering room service as needed until it started getting dark out. I knew my family wouldn't be back until the park closed either, so I mostly hung out in my underwear. Eventually, I got a bit stir-crazy from being inside all day. 

I looked out the window again at the broken row of lights that illuminated the hotel window squares. I scan them lazily, wondering what I could do for the rest of the night. 

The brightening of a window square in the middle left catches my attention, and I watch a blurry shape of a tall person open up the blinds. A man, I think. With a buzz cut and a red tie. 

It becomes glaringly obvious to me that it is a man when he takes off the tie and unbuttoned the shirt. 

He's kinda hot. 

I wish my eyesight was better than this. I squint to see if I can make out more, and watch him take off his shirt and hang it up. From what I can tell, he looks like a beefy man from the size of his heavy arms. 

I couldn't see enough to get excited so I went back to scrolling on TikTok, and it seemed that my algorithm read my mind because it showed me hot man after hot man. One particular guy made me zoom in on his solid 6 pack, and that’s when the idea hit me. 

I switch to the camera app and zoom in to the maximum on my foot.

Okay, this might actually work. 

Taking a couple seconds to aim the phone at the right hotel window, I zoom in and gasp at the amount of details I can see. It's still blurry enough that I can't make out his facial features clearly, but enough that I can see the beefcake's body shape. His chest protruded in large circular pecs along with his big arms. His mid-region looked solid but not chiseled, and I can make out from the color that it's nicely matted with body fur. 

I get even more excited as I watch as a naked slim, much shorter guy joins him in the frame. He kneels down in front of the man and lowers his pants. 

The bush

The dark mass is substantial, shrouding his soft cock from my view.

I watch his head tilt back as he gets pleased. His hands go to rub his bearded face like he has had a long day at work or something. 

When the short guy gets up, I see the beefcake’s dick protruding from his big bush, curving slightly upwards but otherwise straight out. After the twink crawls on the end of the bed, I watch him lick his hand and jerk himself. 

“Oh fuck…” I moan to myself as he inserts himself. His head tilts back again as he does, and he grabs his cheeks with both hands before giving each side a slap. 

There is not a lot of roll in his hips, but rather this short and powerful thrust. I find myself inadvertently touching myself as I watch his hips move. 

The way he wipes his brow every once in a while makes me think he's breaking a sweat with his steady rhythm. 

I imagine a man built just like him, 100% beef, drilling into me like that. The weight that must be behind each thrust would knock me into the bed, cutting my moans with each impact. 

Between his slaps on his ass, his hand slides down his twink’s lower back and up to his shoulder as he drills his hole continuously. 

I want to be fucked just like that. 

Relentlessly. 

Until I accept that I'm just a receptacle for a man bull. 

To lay there and just be his pound toy after a long day of work.

When his hands go up to be behind his head and his hips move faster, I take off my underwear, knowing what's about to come. He leans forward a bit and grabs the twink’s tiny waist tight with both hands. The thrusting builds to a frenzied rhythm and his blurry facial expressions crunched up.

His head leans forward!

His mouth opens! 

One of his hands plants on the bed! 

One hard thrust!

FUCK!

I cum, shooting onto the wall of the nook. I watch his strokes slow down and his hips start to roll into the hole he just dominated. His hand pushes the bottom’s head down and strokes his neck. His mouth is clearly open, probably moaning out loudly as his hands explore the slim body he breeded. 

Then, he pauses deep inside for a second, and I watch his shoulders rise and fall from a deep exhale. His dick comes out, now slightly curving downwards in its limpened state. I close the camera app as the beefcake turns around to clean up.

I look down at the mess I've made, with the cum dripping down to the carpet. Cleaning it up was sobering, but I still had to wonder….

If he's into twinks and he's staying at a hotel….