By sheer coincidence I ran into the sales manager for the hotel where I’m staying for the weekend. Recently renovated. New management company. Stunning renovation - with brilliant details.
He asked how I was enjoying the visit. I asked about something local for dinner. Typical hotel small talk. Later in the day, as it turns out, he found me on Scuff and sent a message asking what I’d decided upon. I wrote back, telling him that I was jacking off at the moment and had postponed a decision.
He wrote back asking if I’d like some help. I told him he was welcome to come up and jack off with me. He asked the room number. Then asked if the door was unlocked.
A few minutes he gently opened the door and walked in. I was kicked back, dick in hand. He unzipped his pants, shucked them down around his ankles, and began jacking along with me. We helped one another, trading cocks and stroking one another. I greased up my left hand and he leaned forward and began humping my fist. Thrusting. Sweating. Panting. I told him to keep fucking my hand.
Two wads of cum burst in opposite directions. One from me and another from him. A bit of small talk, and then he left, checking the hall through the peep-hole first. World class service at this property. World class!