A gay story: Hotel Encounters Pt. 02
A story of an overnight business trip and meeting a stranger. This is part two.
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I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggy from just a few hours of sleep and a little hungover, I groaned as I reached over from the hotel bed to snatch it.
The previous night, I made it to my room and collapsed on the bed. I didn’t even bother to get undressed or under the covers. I had just fallen over and sat my phone down on the nightstand. Last night was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Last night I had gotten a little too drunk at the hotel bar and ended up in bed with another man!
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I looked at the screen, “shit!”
It was 7:29 am and my wife was calling. The shame and guilt and worry instantly hit me.
“Hello,” my voice cracked out.
“Are you okay!?” She shouted at me. “I’ve been trying to call you all morning. You didn’t call me last night and I’ve been worried sick.”
“I’m so sorry sweetie,” I stammered.
“You sound hung over. Why didn’t you call? Were you out cheating on me with some other woman?”
“No, baby. No!”
“Then what happened?”
“I just watched the game at the bar and started talking with this guy,” so far telling the truth. “And then I was so tired I went back to the room and went to sleep,” leaving out a few of the details. She didn’t need to know. She wouldn’t ever know. She would not just divorce me, but she’d completely ruin me if she ever found out what had actually happened.
“Why didn’t you call?”
“It was just so late and my phone died. I didn’t want to wake you up in the middle of the night,” I lied.
“Okay.”
“I love you baby. I am sorry.” Changing my tone I said, “good morning by the way. I hope you slept well. And I can’t wait to be home with you tonight.”
“When do you come home?”
“I have a meeting at lunch and then I can leave. So I should be back around 11 tonight.”
“Good.”
There was a long pause.
“I really miss you,” she said. And then she said, “I thought about having you last night and want to get it tonight when you get home.”
“Mmmm. Can’t wait!”
“Okay. Go get the day started. I’m glad you’re ok. Call me on your way home. I’m headed to work. Love you,” she said.
“Love you babe. See ya tonight.”
“Bye.”
As she hung up, I laid there. Mind racing. While she was at home thinking about me, I was getting fucked in the ass by a total stranger. I felt instantly guilty, but horny. My own dick started getting hard while I imagined the size, shape, and feel of another man’s cock.
What is going on with me, I thought.
But I couldn’t shake thinking about how good it felt to have him in my mouth and how it tasted, how he bent me over and licked my ass, and how he impaled me with his shaft. I started stroking my own growing cock, taking my clothes off and getting fully naked. With one hand I stroked and with the other hand I massaged my recently stretched hole. It felt so good.
As I enjoyed my own body, I thought back to what happened the night before and how I was so drunk that I wanted to give another man pleasure. It was weird. I was no longer drunk, but I couldn’t shake the sensations and raw desires of the night before.
Stop it, I thought. Your wife wants you to fuck her. She’s a gorgeous petit blonde with perfect tits and a tight pussy. Stop thinking about a guy.
Trying to get my mind “straight” (pun intended), I decided to go take a long cold shower. That’ll get me thinking right, I decided. Then you’ll get dressed and leave for your business meetings and forget this whole thing happened. Leave this place behind and never go back.
In the shower, I replayed the night before in my mind. What did he say? Be ready at 8 am? Come back for more? I’ll fuck you again in the morning?
No. I can’t, I said to myself.
No. You were drunk last night and crazy things happened. But you’re sober today. Get dressed and pretend this never happened. Come on, man!
But what if? What if I went back over and saw him one more time? Then I’d know that I was just drunk. I didn’t really enjoy it. I was just intoxicated. No, I did enjoy it. I enjoyed his cock. I enjoyed sucking it and hearing him moan. I enjoyed the way it tasted and felt and looked. I enjoyed him entering me, pumping in and out, and cumming inside my ass. Damn! It was so fucking hot. So dirty. So taboo and so wrong. I want it, I thought. But no, I can’t. I need it. But I shouldn’t.
My mind was racing with an internal struggle as I stood there naked in the shower. Water running all over my frame. I looked down at my own cock and thought about how nice my own dick looked. I’ve never thought about it before but I wish I could suck my own dick.
I turned off the water and decided to just get dressed. I brushed my teeth and stood there looking in the mirror.
I’d be too embarrassed to see him again, I surmised. I’m going leave the hotel quickly before 8 am. That’s it. I was determined to forget it all and go. What time is it anyway?
It was 8:07 am.
8 am had come and gone.
“Good,” I said to myself. Get dressed and get out of here. Maybe even take the stairs to avoid his room and the elevator.
I walked to the closet where I had my suitcase, with nothing on but a towel.
Then there came a knock on the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My heart started racing. Is it him? Is it housekeeping? It’s too early for housekeeping.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I walked over to the door and peered out the hole. It was him! Oh my god. Now my heart was pounding. I was naked. Standing here. The man who fucked me last night knocking on my hotel room door.
Looking out the small hole to the hallway, I saw him standing there in a wife beater and gym shorts. He looked even more handsome than I remembered. So sexy with his chiseled body and masculine frame.
Against my better judgement I opened the door.
“Good morning. I didn’t think you would answer for a second.”
“Sorry. I was trying to decide if I should.”
“I remembered what room you said you were in and I thought I’d take a chance.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. Hiding my nude body behind the door.
“What do we have here? Already naked and freshly showered?” He said, “let me see you” and he pushed his way inside the room.
“Umm. I was getting ready for the day.”
“Getting ready for more of this,” he softly pleaded as he pulled his pants off. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his delicious hard cock sprang forth. It was already erect and glorious.
“Oh wow,” I exclaimed.
I surprised myself with my instantaneous reaction to seeing this man’s body before me. He pulled his shirt off and stood there naked. His toned and fit body made me stare and made my mouth water. I felt a tingle in my own cock as it started springing to life.
“I want to pick up where we left off last night.”
“Okay,” I reacted as he turned away from me and walked to the bed.
He sat at the edge of the bed, feet dangling over the edge. I followed him like a puppy follows its master. He confidently smiled at me and reached out to touch my throbbing hard cock, “someone is really glad I came over this morning.”
“Ohhh,” I cried out in pleasure at the sensation of his touch on my cock. “‘Mmmm. That’s nice,” I said as he slowly stroked it. I was standing in front of him as he sat upright in front of me. Then he reached up and put both hands onto my shoulders. His strong and warm grip on my upper body gently pushed me downward to my knees. Kneeling in front of him and directed squarely before his perfectly formed penis.