Releasing the Beast : Part 3

Diego pulls away after a moment and says, “Let’s head to the hotel to warm up, okay?”
“I was thinking the same thing, actually. Let’s get out of here.”

We look around Orlando to find a hotel. We pick the first one with a hot tub in the courtyard. This tub seems ideal as it is pretty small and is obviously meant for two or three people – nice and intimate. After we get checked in, we head down to the courtyard while the night air becomes colder by the minute.

Unfortunately, as we approach the jacuzzi, we discover a thirty-something-year-old couple has already beaten us to the punch. She obviously works out. My guess is biking since her legs and butt are toned well and evenly. He doesn’t work out that much and even has a bit of a hairy beer belly. My instinct tells me it’s a sugar daddy, sugar baby thing.

Glancing at Diego for one second, I ask, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Ummm…. No, I don’t follow.” Grinning mischievously, I reply, “Let’s flush them out. We can do it in five minutes, ten minutes tops. What do you say?”
“I’ll follow your lead, amigo.”

We step up to the hot tub and I ask the couple, “You mind if we join you?” Both of them release a big sigh and reluctantly nod their heads. We remove our shirts, revealing our built upper bodies, and step into the hot tub. The fit is a little tighter than I thought it would be. As Diego and I get settled in, I let my legs spread across the center of the tub and rest my arms on the edge. I exhale a long breath of relief saying, “Ah, finally, I get to sit back and relax. I could just sit here and soak all night. How are you doing over there, man?” Diego plays along and responds, “I hear you, man. Nothing compares to just letting your troubles float away while you warm up in a nice jacuzzi.” He starts to chuckle and continues, “Call my secretary and tell her to hold all of my personal calls.”

Letting my head fall back, I gaze into the night sky. My mind travels back to two nights ago when Diego and I were releasing all of our passion on the beach. Besides it being colder tonight, there are much fewer clouds in the sky, allowing the luminescent moon and shimmering stars to cast their light on the earth more vividly. While I am enjoying the view, the couple decides to retire for the night.

While they are stepping out, I face Diego and wink – letting him know my scheme paid off. He reaches over and starts to rub up and down on my leg while the couple dries off. Anticipating what’s about to happen next, my cock starts to twitch and become harder each second. My nipples are even starting to become erect. The next two or three minutes pass – which feel like one dreadfully long pause – and the couple finally walks away from the tub. I turn my head over my shoulder and say, “Good grief! I thought those two never get the hell out of here.”
“Hey, your plan worked. Now let’s enjoy the jacuzzi while we have it to ourselves.” Diego gets up and takes a seat on my lap, straddling my dick. His butt is rubbing against my junk, being restricted only by the fabric of my swimming trunks. He starts to run his fingers over the top of my shaved head like it’s a large crystal ball. Chills run up and down my spine and I take a few deep breaths. Diego pulls my head so that I’m facing up, towards him. Moving his face towards mine, our lips press into one another. His supple lips taste so soft. I pull away for a second to lick my lips. When I continue kissing my Latin stud, the moisture eases the friction between our lips.

Meanwhile, his inner thighs start to grind against my outer thighs which is making our cocks rub against each other. Within a few moments my cock is starting to ache from being trapped in its solitary, nylon confinement. It actually starts to hurt, so I break out of our lip lock and ask Diego, “Papi, you got me as hard as a rock. Now get me off.”
“Yes, amigo.” With that, he gets up and I remove my swimming trunks. My dick swings carelessly and taps at my thighs. I take a seat on the edge of the hot tub and let my calves remain in the warm, bubbly water. Diego kneels in front of me and grabs my cock with his right hand. Right before he slips his mouth over the head, I interrupt him, saying, “Aren’t you forgetting something, Papi?”

He gives me a slightly puzzled look. I continue, “I want you in your birthday suit.” Grinning and chuckling, he complies with my request. Diego tosses his swim suit aside and throws them on top of mine. Bending down, he gets back to his original mission – getting me off with that wet, warm mouth of his.

Swirling the tip of his tongue around my throbbing mushroom head, he wets the end of my dick. Diego draws circles with his tongue around my head and manages to keep a steady rhythm. When it becomes slick with his spit, he wraps his lips around it and looks longingly into my eyes with his distinct naughty demeanor. He starts to suck on just the head. At the same time, he slips his tongue above his bottom lip so the texture of his taste buds rub against the underside of my head.

The feeling of his tongue along the most tender portion of my meat sends euphoric vibes up and down my spine. I wiggle around from all the excitement that Diego is creating. When I start to lose my breath, I rest my right hand on the top of his head and run my fingers all over the surface of his smooth dome. I manage to catch my breath after a moment and he pulls off of my head to move in toward my face. Sticking my tongue down his throat, I taste the flavor of my own meat. After I’m done sampling my own deli platter, I pull away from him and he continues to work on my cock.

Diego lets some spit flow out of his mouth and drizzle onto my dick. He uses his hand to spread his saliva up and down my shaft. Then, he continues to descend onto my cock. He presses down as deep as he can. My shaft is completely covered by his mouth and my head is pressing against the back of his throat. He proceeds to milk my cock for cum by bobbing up and down. His spit starts to flow down my shaft and cover my balls. Diego gently rubs my balls with his fingertips. All the blood in my body seems to go directly to my balls as they begin to expand in his hands. He then takes a firm hold of my balls and gives them a swift tug each time his lips travel up my shaft toward my head. I can feel the pressure accumulating in my balls. I’m about to explode.

“Oh Papi, I’m gonna pop any second now.” Diego pulls my dick out of his mouth and starts to jack me off. He flashes his signature smile as I approach my erotic peak. My legs start to sway from side to side as pure erotica rushes through my body. Within a few moments, thick warm cum shoots out of my rock hard member. “Oh, shit. Here it comes!!” Spurt after spurt continues to land in the water and mix in with the bubbles. The last two of three shots of sperm run down his hands and the length of my cock. While he is still holding my cock in his hands, I tell him, “Get up and turn around. It’s your turn.”

Diego dips his hand into the water and shakes it vigorously to rinse my cum off of his hands. After his hands are clean, he sets his knees on the first step and bends over the edge. That hard Latin cock is swinging from side to side between his legs. His ass looks so luscious right now. Those tan cheeks, which lead to that tight, black hole, make my mouth water every single time.

I stick my face inside and get a taste. Lapping at his back door, I taste all the water that is still dripping over his butt hole. Diego’s knees start to buckle and his sphincter starts to quiver. Before his hole tightens too much, I thrust my tongue inside as far as I can and wiggle the tip in its depths. He moans, “Oh, amigo. Get up in there with your hot, wet tongue!” I use my hands to pry his butt cheeks apart and gain even more access. Pulling my tongue out for a brief moment, I look at his hole which is now covered in my spit. I kiss his bubble butt cheeks and proceed to lick the rim.

Slowly and carefully, I stimulate the periphery of his hole with my tongue and listen to the bubbles that the jacuzzi jets are creating, along with Diego’s heightened breathing. He starts to jack himself off, but I interrupt, insisting, “Let me take care of that.” He drops his hand and uses it to keep his balance. I start to crank on his dick while returning my tongue inside his butthole. By now I have removed all of the water from his butt hole and the heat rising from the hot tub has helped to generate some sweat. As I lick up every drop of his salty sweat, I can smell the manly musk of his body. I continue to jack on his cock while pleasuring his backside. When I stick my tongue in the depths again, his hole is now tighter than ever. My tongue is almost trapped in there!

I can tell Diego is near his erotic peak. I keep my pace up and wait for this Latino stud to pop. His ass hole clenches my tongue and I know that right now he is at the brim. A few more strokes of his cock, and I can feel the jizz pumping out of him. He bellows, “Ah! Oh! Shit!! That’s so fucking good.” His jism forms an oozing puddle of semen on the edge of the hot tub. After Diego is spent, he turns around and collapses into my arms. We both fall back into the tub and kiss again, sharing the taste of my black cock and his luscious ass. Our hands are rubbing all over our hot, wet bodies as the water washes off all the sweat and cum.

After a few more moments of making out, we make our way up to our room and hit the shower. Once we’re squeaky clean, we climb into bed and hold each other. We kiss and cuddle for the rest of the night. Our passion is paramount and fills the room.

It’s hard to admit even to myself, but I am starting to have feelings toward Diego that are stronger now than ever. His soft, but strong hands caressing me make me feel so secure. His heart’s sincerity and openness always let me know that he genuinely cares for me. I have to face my true feelings sometime and make a decision – either acknowledge them, working towards a strong relationship, or take a risk and put my feelings on hold while I go for my own dreams.

This has been arguably the most complicated predicament that I have faced. However, I imagine nothing as great as what we are building is ever simple. As we hold on to each other, I gaze longingly into his eyes, but I am actually staring into space, thinking. I am thinking, “What the hell do I do? Keep my heart invested in my original dreams, which I’ve been after for a long time now? Or do I follow my romantic urges which come up on such a rare occasion?” It scares me to think that I might have to actually choose. Why can’t I have both?

Tomorrow, my last day in Florida, I must make a decision. The pressure is on and driving me crazy. The imminent moment of truth is just around the corner – a fulfilling career or someone to fill an empty space in my heart?

Diego is asleep now and looks so peaceful. I kiss him on the cheek softly and say, “Sweet dreams, my Papi.” I rest my head on his chest and drift off to sleep.