Golden Boy--It Was a Good Thing That Bus Didn't Leave Until Nine
by R Christopher Cooper
As part of my continuing education requirements I registered for the summer course and signed up for housing. I requested a single room even though it was more expensive. This course was a requirement and they were footing the bill so why shouldn’t I be comfortable during the two week course?
Being that this was a field course I had no choice of hotel accommodations. There simply were no hotels, motels, or bed and breakfast places even remotely close to the habitats of the cloud forest in Costa Rica. The course was called Neotropical Herpetology.
Herpetology is the study of the role of amphibians and reptiles in global ecology, especially because amphibians are often very sensitive to environmental changes, offering a visible warning to humans that significant changes are taking place. Some toxins and venoms produced by reptiles and amphibians are useful in human medicine. Currently, some snake venom has been used to create anti-coagulants that work to treat stroke victims and heart attack cases. This course was taking place in the rain forest of Costa Rica thus Neotropical Herpetology.Since I would be in Costa Rica on company funds, I decided to take my vacation which would begin when the course ended. I had a room reserved in a small out of the way B&B in Quepos about three hours (by car) from San Jose. I saw there was an airport in Quepos and wanted to look into flying to save some time.
So my trip began. I guess I expected the worst when my flight was delayed because of a mechanical malfunction, the weather was turbulent so they didn’t serve the promised meal, and I had a headache. Beside all that when I arrived they had lost my luggage. Fortunately for me I was traveling on company time so I had the weekend for my luggage to catch up to me. The hotel I stayed in was nice and you didn’t need much more than a bathing suit to survive and that would have been fine except for the fact that it was overcast and raining. The bag arrived the next day and I was ecstatic until I saw the gash. Of course it was a new bag. With all that in mind I didn’t expect the accommodations in the rain forest to be stellar.
The limited singles were reserved six months before the course was announced to those outside Costa Rica but they didn’t print a disclaimer or announce the lack of single rooms. I would have looked elsewhere for the course if I had known. The die was cast and there was no escaping my fate.
Since there was no sun, when my clothes arrived I got dressed and found a bar to drown my sorrows. I ate a light meal and made my way back for the gathering with the other students. This was an optional social and in fact some of the students had not yet arrived. I needed to check out the types I would be living with for the next two weeks and I have to say they were not that bad although I may have been seeing them through the fog of the liquor.
I was getting a bit drunk, as was everybody else, and before I knew it, it was one in the morning and the party was starting to break up. I felt a bit unsteady on my feet, to say the least, and after my third stumble on the steps I made it to the lobby. I was stopping to ask for a wake-up call when I overheard a heated conversation coming from the office.
“I have the confirmation you sent from this hotel! I don’t want to hear about a computer malfunction! I want a room not a credit!” he said. When I heard Herpetology seminar I knew it was a fellow student. I boldly knocked on the door.
I had my share of tribulations and I felt his pain (although I was feeling no pain, if you know what I mean). The guy was sitting but I could see steam rising from his blond hair. He was a big guy and he looked like a professor at a university.
“I couldn’t help but overhear. Are you here for Neotropical Herpetology?” I asked. “I put out my hand “Thomas Davis,” I introduced myself. “I’m here for the course and I have two beds in my room. You are welcome to share if you like.” He looked like he was stunned into silence.
“David Thomas,” he said as he shook my hand. “Do you think they… no,” he began to grin. “You checked in and they crossed off my name or they thought it was a duplicate. There is only one letter different between our names reversed. My confirmation says Thomas, David,” he laughed.
The night manager didn’t seem to understand the subtle nuance of what Dave was saying and he seemed relieved that his problem was solved. He reversed the charges on Dave’s credit card and gave him an extra key for my room. [As a side note two months later I received a credit for all three nights in the hotel. I spent an hour trying to get them to take my money and they kept apologizing for canceling my room. I gave up. By then I was reimbursed by the school so that helped pay for my vacation.]
Dave was overdressed for Costa Rica and I was tipsy. I was holding the rail in the elevator but when it stopped my knees buckled. I was embarrassed but recovered. I must have been weaving because Dave put a supportive arm across my shoulders.
“I guess this means I won’t get laid before we go into the jungle,” I said having no inhibitions at the time.
“The night is still young,” said Dave as he winked at me. His arm tightened around my shoulders and I could feel how solidly built he was.
He watched me fumbling the key into the lock and suggested we try his key. Once in the room he went straight to the bathroom. I sat on my bed and lay back, moaning softly and clutching my head. “I feel like shit,” I said.
He opened the door and hung his clothes in the closet. I opened my eyes and saw that he was wrapped in a towel. He was fucking beautiful! There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and I was amazed how well his clothes hid his muscular physique. He sat on his bed and began texting a message. I went to the bathroom. I flopped on the bed again feeling drunker than ever. I didn’t want to have a hangover in the morning.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he said softly. I nodded and managed to stand up. He pulled my t-shirt over my head. I placed my hands on his chest to steady my body when I threatened to fall into him. His skin was golden and warm and his wide chest was thick with muscle. I kept my hands there as he began loosening my belt and, with a flourish, undid the top button on my jeans. I leaned forward slightly and dropped my jeans to my ankles, then stood upright and tried to step out of them. I was having no luck so he knelt down in front of me and helped me out of my shoes before pulling my jeans off over my feet.
He sat back on his heels and seemed to be mesmerized by the growing bulge at the front of my briefs. I swallowed dryly as I looked down at all that beautiful muscle. As I watched him the bulge of his cock became more pronounced against the cotton towel.
I swallowed again and licked lips that were suddenly dry, my head felt clear and alert. I became aware of Dave swaying and then I realized that he was stationary and I was swaying. He put his hands on my hips to steady me. I groaned something about not being responsible for my actions and put my hands firmly down on his shoulders.
My cock suddenly started moving towards his face. No his face was moving toward my cock. Time seemed to stand still, and my heart was pounding. I looked down again and Dave’s face was a picture of beauty and lust. My hands were gripping his muscular shoulders and my breath was coming in short, rasping pants. Without hesitation he moved his head forward to slowly and delicately chew on my covered cock. I gasped, and my legs trembled. I thought my knees were going to buckle. He licked and chewed again, slowly from base to tip.
I slipped my hands under the elastic of my briefs and my fingers offered to lower them.
Reaching back of me he ran his hands over my taught ass cheeks. Dave groaned, and I took my hands away. He reached up to the waistband and slowly began inching them down off my hips. My bush of dark blond pubes was revealed and then, slowly, the base of my cock came into view. He paused, looked up at me, and then ran his nose and lips above the waistband.
He sat back again and slowly peeled my briefs over the top of my stiff cock. It bounced up like a spring when he worked the material to my thighs. Pre-cum bubbled out and he licked it up like frog after a fly. Dave gasped, and groaned again as he bent forward and slid the head of my cock between his lips. I heard myself groan and wondered if he had really made those gasping sounds.
He slowly sucked and licked the length of my rod before taking it into his mouth. He devoured my shaft until he buried his nose in my pubes. He backed off a bit, savoring the taste of my swollen cock before he started to move his head up and down. I began to feel the rhythm and bucked my hips slightly every time he sucked me in. I was panting now. My short hard breaths matched the thrust of my hips.
With an audible pop he came off my cock and a thin string of pre-cum stretched like I spider’s thread between us. I looked into his eyes begging him to continue. I had looked for this all weekend and it came out of the blue.
“Can I touch you? Can I… feel your physique?” I asked in a throaty whisper. He nodded, and gave me a half-smile.
Dave stood. His eyes searched mine and I had the feeling he was going to kiss me. His whole body was bursting with hard packed muscle. There was only one place you get a tan like his and that was at the beach. There was only one way you got muscle like his and that was at a gym.
“I never thought…” he gasped.
“I wish you had come on Friday like I did,” I whispered as we hugged. I slipped the knot out of the towel. He stepped back and let it fall. I looked down and then up into his face. He was completely shaved and he had the cock of a porn star. We kissed passionately.
I nudged Dave forward, and he rested his knees on the edge of the mattress. This pushed his ass out and made the cheeks spread slightly, allowing me my first glimpse of his crack. I reached out and ran my fingers down his ass, applying a light pressure with my fingernails. Dave tensed, his round globes tightening, his back arched, as my touch overwhelmed his senses. I spread a palm on each muscular globe and parted his cheeks. My first sight of his tight pink hole nestled amongst the blond hairs gave me an adrenaline rush.
My breathing was almost a pant now, as I slowly trailed my tongue up the valley of his ass, wetting the hairs darker, until I reached the pink knot of his sphincter. I teased it with the tip of my tongue I heard Dave groan. I moved my hands even further apart, forcing Dave’s cheeks to spread wider, and almost shot my load as his sphincter opened slightly.
He was thrashing, moaning, and panting, as his back arched. I filled my finger with lube and then rubbed it all over Dave’s soft pink slit. He gasped and I felt him push back slightly onto my finger. I slowly pushed my finger against his hole and after a little resistance felt his ass give way and my finger entered his velvety smooth channel. I pulled it all the way out and then drove it in again with even more force. Dave’s panting got louder.
“Yeah, stick it in, fucking yeah,” he cried, and started bucking his hips back trying to drive my probing finger further into his guts. I slicked another finger and added it to the first, mesmerized at watching my two fingers parting Dave’s muscle and further stretching his hole.
My cock was leaking pre-cum. I pulled my fingers out of Dave’s ass, and stood behind him. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I was pretty much out of control with lust. I leaned in and started rubbing the head of my stiff prick up and down the valley of Dave’s spread ass cheeks. His moaning became even more pronounced, and he thrust his ass back, forcing my stiff tool to glide over his hole. I could feel myself getting close to shooting cum all over Dave’s ass, so I pulled away to stop the friction and calm the feelings.
I went for broke and covered my shaft with a condom and a handful of lube. He whimpered softly as the lube I squirted on him dripped onto his shaved balls. I placed the head of my cock at his hole and used my hand to circle his ass. To my shock he pushed back and the head of my cock was in. Again he whimpered as he adjusted to its presence.
I pressed forward and he suddenly sat back, throwing his head back onto my shoulder and started moaning loudly. I guessed he was about to cum, so I quickly moved my hand around his hip to grasp his cock.
“I’m gonna cum!” He groaned and suddenly his balls tightened and we both froze.
When we both calmed down a bit I began to pump my hips. The first time I hit his prostate. I felt his cock pulse and a thick rope of cum shot from his cock. He must have shot three or four big loads before falling forward, resting his weight on his hands.
I began to move in and out. I had been feeling my own orgasm building and now it let loose, spraying into Dave’s bowels. He seemed to know I had cum and I could feel his body trembling. I soon began to soften and my cock pulled out..
Dave turned towards me, and sat on the bed, his cock already drooping between his thighs. He was looking at me.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said, trying to gauge what his response would be.
“Neither do I,” he answered. “This is going to be one hell-of-a course,” He looked like he was in a state of shock.
“Are you ok about…you know…having sex,” I trailed off, glad that at least he wasn‘t angry.
“I don’t know” he replied, “What about you?”
“Yeah, I’m ok with this.” I looked at him squarely in the eyes.
He didn’t answer for a moment, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. “It was…nice,” he said finally. “But I think we need to get some sleep.”
“Sure” I said. I jumped in the shower to quickly wash off. Dave went for a shower after I got into my bed.
Dave came out of the shower, turned off the light, and stood between the beds. I assumed he was going to his bed, but he paused as if undecided about what to do. The full moon lit up the room enough to half see him looking down at me.
“Can I come in with you?” He said quietly.
I nodded, pulled back the covers, and he slid underneath, his long muscular body lying next to mine, thigh-to-thigh, and hip-to-hip. I inhaled the fresh scent of his soap and I lay there, listening to Dave breathing. After about ten minutes I heard his breathing deepen as he slid slowly into a deep sleep. My eyes closed and I wondered if he would still be there in the morning.
The phone was ringing and my head was throbbing. The wake up call came too soon. I cradled the phone and squinted. I was alone. It was all a dream. How cruel my fantasy was. I knew I had to force my body from the bed but my eyes closed. I dreamed of Dave.
Even asleep I heard the card key open the lock. The maid! I missed the bus, my brain reasoned. How long did I sleep? My brain was in pain. I tried to focus on the clock. Was that 6:55am or 6:55pm, I thought.
“Tom,” he said softly.
Was it a male maid, I asked myself. He sat on my bed.
“Here breathe deeply,” he said as he put the mask over my face. My hand reached out and clamped onto the muscular arm.
“Dave?” my voice sounded muffled as my brain began to clear. I jumped when the alarm I set went off. I looked 7:10 am.
“Better get up,” he said as he turned off the oxygen and started to pack.
“Dave about last night…” I began. He sat on the bed.
“I took advantage of you and… I’m sorry,” he said.
“I was going to apologize to you. I wouldn’t mind it if you take advantage again.” I assured him.
“I saw on the list that we were assigned to a double room,” Dave said. “I was going to ask if you wanted to change.” He smiled when I touched his chest. “I guess that means no. You better shower.” It was only then that I realized that my ass was crusted with dried cum. I had been fucked and didn’t even remember it.
“Tonight, Golden boy,” I said as I entered the bathroom. I started the shower and seconds after I stepped in Dave was behind me.
“I can't wait until tonight!” he said as his muscular arms hugged me. I felt his hard cock knocking at my back door. You know, it was a good thing that bus didn’t leave until nine.
I wonder if Dave had ever been to Quepos, I thought. I had planned to vacation in Quepos after the class.
“After this seminar I plan to vacation here in Costa Rica,” Dave said. “I was thinking of something near the ocean. There is a city called Quepos…” He broke out in a big smile when he saw my face.
“How…” I sputtered. He walked to the table and picked up the itinerary my travel agent gave me.
“There are seats available on that flight if I’m invited,” his face beamed.
“Don’t tell me—you already made reservations,” I said as I pulled on my pants. He just grinned as he packed. We almost missed the bus.
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