Contradictions

Chicago

When Jay, Chico, and Matt arrived at the four-star hotel in Chicago, it was just past 8:00 a.m., too early for the boys to check in. Because Jay had the executive suite, however, and it was currently vacant, he was given the courtesy of an early check-in. He suggested that the boys come up to his suite and get some shut-eye to make up for the lack of sleep on the plane. He offered to order some breakfast and let them take a shower before they crawled into bed, but both Matt and Chico said they would rather just hit the sack and eat and shower when they got up.

The executive suite consisted of two rooms. One was the bedroom with a king-sized bed and a luxury bath. The other was a combination office and sitting room. It included a large, cushy sofa bed, several plush chairs, a small conference table, a desk, and a wet bar. The patio overlooked Lake Michigan.

It occurred to Jay that he could have the boys sleep on the sofa bed, or he could take the sofa bed and let the boys have the king-sized bed, but he decided that they were all too tired to fool with the sofa bed, so he announced that they would all just crash on the big bed. The boys did not object. All three men stripped down to their underwear, threw off the bedspread, and crawled under the sheets. They were out the moment their heads hit the pillows.

It was nearly 2:00 p.m. when Jay awoke to find Matt and Chico curled up nearly on top of him. Both boys were sporting morning (uh, afternoon) wood, but so was he. He needed to get up to relieve his bladder, but he didn’t want to disturb them. They looked like little angels. Jay’s mind drifted to memories of the days when Matt was much younger. It was hard to believe that he was no longer a vulnerable little boy, but a strong, handsome young man. He swelled with pride at the accomplishments Matt had made and hoped that he had contributed in some small way to that success.

His pride wasn’t the only thing swelling. He decided that he had better get to the bathroom pronto even if he did rouse the guys. He needn’t have feared. When he returned from the bathroom, he found them curled up in each other’s arms, still fast asleep.

Jay decided to order some food from room service. He knew that the guys would be starving, so he ordered enough for a small army: assorted appetizers, chicken noodle soup, steak and eggs, potatoes, vegetables, muffins, coffee, and juice. He had just enough time to take a nice, long, hot shower before the food arrived. He was just stepping out of the shower when he heard the knock at the door. He rushed to let the waiter in, but in his haste, he dropped his towel just as he opened the door. The cute young waiter smiled and asked where Jay wanted the trays. “On the conference table,” said Jay, turning to look for his pants with his wallet inside.

Hearing the commotion and smelling the aroma of fresh food, Matt and Chico jumped up and ran into the sitting room before they even realized that their boners were practically poking holes in their underwear. That fact did not escape the attention of the young waiter, however. He threw Matt and Chico a great big pearly white smile and welcomed them to Chicago. Matt quickly sat down at the table, but Chico remained standing and turned slightly so that the waiter could get a good look at his pecker through the opening in his boxers. The waiter took a good long look, and Chico returned his smile. When Chico did sit down, he pulled his morning pride through the slit in his boxers, giving the waiter a clear view of his manhood.

Jay was still in the other room looking for his wallet, and Matt was chowing down on his food, so neither could see Chico wrap his hand around his swollen dick and slowly stroke it up and down to entertain the waiter, but from his vantage point, the young man could see everything. In fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

By the time that Jay returned from the bedroom fully dressed and handed the waiter a generous tip, the young man was packing a prominent bulge of his own. He thanked Jay for the tip and, like the flight attendant on the plane, offered the hotel’s full complement of services to make their stay a pleasurable one. As Jay turned to walk toward the conference table, Chico quickly shoved his dick back into his shorts and covered his lap with a napkin.

Before closing the door behind him, the cute young waiter smiled broadly at Chico, winked, licked his lips, and lifted his balls through his tight, form-fitting uniform. Chico knew that he would be ordering room service again!

Jay enjoyed his meal, but mostly he enjoyed watching the two young men attack the food. He was glad he had ordered extra because the guys left no crumbs. He had to laugh at Matt, who, even after all the food was gone, lifted the covers from all the trays to make sure that nothing had escaped his attention. “Damn, Matt. We’ve gotta get you an education and a job before you eat up all of my inheritance.”

Chico poked Matt in the ribs and joined in the teasing, but Matt reciprocated, “Well, at least my body burns it all off instead of turning it into fat!”

“You may look lean,” said Chico, “but that’s only because all of your fat goes straight to your head!”

Jay laughed at the boys as they got up from the table and started roughhousing. Though Chico was the one with the fighting experience, Matt was first to pull his opponent to the floor. Over the summer, he had shot up a couple of inches and was now just as tall as Chico. And maybe with all of his exercising, he was just as strong. Or maybe Chico just enjoyed letting his buddy think he had gained the upper hand. At first, Matt lay on top, calling for Chico to cry “uncle.” Then, Chico rolled on top and demanded that Matt surrender. The lead changed several times, and each time that they rolled over, Jay noticed that the bulges in their crotches were getting bigger and bigger.

“All right! Enough! You men had better hit the showers. I’m gonna go downstairs and check in for the conference.”

“Do you need me to go with you, Dr. J?”

“No, Chico. You’ve more than earned your pay for this week. I may need you later, but take the rest of the day off. I’ll be gone for at least a couple of hours. You guys just relax and enjoy yourselves.” Matt and Chico looked at each other and grinned broadly. “As he was walking toward the door with his back to the guys, Jay added, “I’ll call Room Service from downstairs and ask them to send up that cute young waiter to clean up.” Matt and Chico did a double-take. Had Jay discovered their secret? Nah.

Jay signed in for the conference and got his registration packet and name badge. He strolled around, surveying the various information booths and checking out the more interesting attendees. He was pleasantly surprised when two tall, beautiful blondes approached him. “Excuse me,” said one with a Swedish accent. Looking at his name badge, she asked, “You are Dr. Jamison Sherwood?”

“Yes.”

“THE Jamison Sherwood?” asked the other.

“Well, I dunno,” chuckled Jay, “My name is Jamison Sherwood, but my friends call me Jay.”

“But you are the Jay Sherwood who wrote that classic dissertation on the sexual behavior of adolescent boys, no?”

“Yes, that was the topic of my dissertation, but I don’t know if it can be called a classic since I only published it this year.”

“Perhaps it is premature to call it a classic, but it is definitely the most seminal piece of research on the topic in more than 100 years.”

Jay was not naïve about his intelligence. He had been complimented on his work before, but this time he took a genuine sense of pride and even blushed a little.

Offering his hand, Jay replied, “Uh, thank you, Dr….”

“My name is Inga Sorensen, and my colleague here is Britta Aalborg. We are both working on our doctorates at Stockholm University. We are studying the sexual behavior of adolescent girls, and we are using your research methodology as a model.”

“Oh, really? I would love to know more about your work.”

Now it was the women’s turn to be flattered.

“Could we go somewhere and talk?” asked Jay. “I would invite you up to my suite, but it’s being occupied at the moment. Have you had lunch?”

“We had a snack on the plane,” replied Britta.

“Oh, well, that’s not food,” quipped Jay. “Please, let me buy you a decent meal, and you can tell me all about your research.”

Jay sat enthralled as he listened to the two women describe their research. He wasn’t sure which motive was stronger, his genuine interest in their work or his genuine desire to get one of them into his bed, but he let his professional code of behavior control his personal actions. The more that Jay listened to the women, the more he realized just how smart they were. No, not smart. Gifted! He learned that they would be giving a paper at the conference, and he made a note of the time and location so that he would be sure not to miss it. (The women already knew that he would be giving the evening keynote address, and this was the main reason they had scrimped together enough money to make the trip.) The researchers wanted to ask Jay all sorts of questions, but he was the one who ended up asking most of the questions. From time to time, he also offered polite suggestions, which the women were thrilled to receive, especially considering that they were coming from the leading authority in the field.

“I know that this is a lot to ask,” said Inga, “but would you be willing to take a look at our paper and critique it for us?”

“I would consider it an honor,” said Jay, and the women beamed.

“Are you staying in this hotel?” asked Jay.

The women just looked at each other silently.

“Where are you staying?” asked Jay.

Reluctantly, Britta explained. “We waited too long to make our reservations, and by the time we got around to it, every room in the decent hotels was booked. The concierge told us that there were some cheap hotels on the south side of town, but she warned us that they might not be safe.”

“Let me help you. As I mentioned earlier, I have a suite…”

“Wow! You don’t waste any time, do you?” exclaimed Britta.

The remark caught Jay by surprise until he realized what the women had to be thinking. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. Please let me explain. The suite has two rooms. There’s a bedroom with a king-sized bed and an adjoining bathroom. If the two of you don’t mind sharing that bed, I can sleep on the sofa bed in the next room. You can lock the door, and I can even find somewhere else to shower.”

“Oh, my,” gasped Inga. “That’s an incredibly generous offer, but we couldn’t possibly take your room away from you.” Britta nodded her agreement.

“Please,” said Jay, leaning forward to express his sincerity. “I meet beautiful women all the time, but I can honestly say that this is the first time since I was in graduate school that I have met anyone with whom I can talk so intelligently about my work. Believe me, if you will accept my offer, you will be doing me the favor, not the other way around.”

The women were stunned. Either this was the smoothest operator in the world, or he was unquestionably the nicest guy they had ever met. Either way, they figured they couldn’t lose. They looked at each other and agreed to accept Jay’s hospitality. Helping other people was a trait that Jay had inherited from his parents, and he was glad that he had been presented this opportunity.

Jay wasn’t sure if the guys were still in his room or not, and in any case, the bed sheets would have to be changed, he was sure, so he figured that he might as well kill some more time. He ordered a bottle of champagne, and he and the two Swedes continued to discuss their research. He didn’t tell the guys about his guests; he just didn’t see the need, and he didn’t want to have to clear up any misconceptions they were sure to have.

When Jay awoke on the sofa the next morning, he saw the door to the bedroom open and the bed empty. He realized that the women had left the room so that he could have access to the bathroom. He called Chico and told him and Matt to meet him in the restaurant in 30 minutes.

Over breakfast, they went over the plans for the day. Matt would spend the morning at the Art Institute of Chicago and the afternoon at the University of Chicago, where he would be going to school. Chico would be shadowing Jay, taking notes on the presentations that he attended, and possibly running errands. Jay expected to run into Inga and Britta at some of the sessions, but when he didn’t, he surmised that they were surely going to the sessions that were most aligned with their research interests. For him, on the other hand, these sessions offered nothing new—after all, he was already the acknowledged leader in the field—so he chose instead to attend sessions on topics that he knew less about. He also kept an eye out for sessions that he thought might be of more interest to Chico, though he did not tell him so.

By mid afternoon, the jet lag was catching up with Jay, and he needed to prepare himself for his keynote address that evening. He did not need to prepare his lecture; he already had that down pat. But he did need to prepare himself mentally and physically. He gave Chico the rest of the day off and went to his suite to take a nap. In the elevator on the way up, he saw a framed advertisement for the hotel fitness center and decided that a good workout would do him more good than a nap. He changed into workout clothes and headed for the gym.

The equipment in the fitness center wasn’t quite what Jay was used to in his own gym at home, but it was more than adequate. As he was working out, he noticed a slightly older, but handsome, man staring at him. He tried to ignore him, but the man walked over, smiled, and introduced himself as Bob. He asked Jay if he would be willing to spot him on the bench press. He seemed friendly enough, so Jay agreed. Bob lay down on the bench with Jay leaning over him, ready to catch the bar if necessary. Bob did 10 reps and asked Jay if he wanted to take a turn. Jay agreed, and Bob asked if Jay wanted to change the weights. Jay added up the weights from the barbells and the bar and knew that he could easily handle it. He decided not to push it, though, since his body was still adjusting from the flight and the jet lag. He easily managed the 10 reps.

“More?” asked Bob.

“OK,” said Jay, realizing that this exercise was quickly turning into a competition.

Bob added 5 pounds to each end of the bar. He again did 10 reps, but this time, it seemed to Jay that Bob’s eyes were focused on his crotch instead of the bar.

“Your turn,” said Bob, not waiting to see if Jay wanted to press on.

Jay again did 10 reps with no difficulty.

“Damn. You’re good,” Bob remarked. “Let’s see just how good you really are. He added 10 pounds to each end of the bar. Once he got in position, he took a deep breath and licked his lips. Was he preparing himself mentally, or was he just salivating at the sight of Jay’s crotch once again. On the last three reps, he panted and gritted his teeth, but he managed to hit his target.

“OK, sport. Let’s see whatchya got.”

The word sport stopped Jay dead in his tracks. That was one of the nicknames that Rick used to call him. God, he missed Rick.

“Are you OK, man? Is something wrong?”

“Uh, no, no. Everything’s fine. I just had a flashback for a moment there, but everything’s cool. Are you ready for me to kick your ass?”

Bob laughed and questioned Jay with his eyes. Jay added 10 more pounds to each end of the bar. “Whoa! You are a cocky sonofabitch, aren’t ya?”

“It ain’t cockiness if you’ve got the balls,” quipped Jay.

“Touché, dude.”

Jay, too, panted and gritted his teeth on the last three reps. “One more,” called Jay. When he got the bar about half way up, it seemed that he couldn’t go any further, but Bob urged him on.

“Push. Push. Push, dammit! What are you, a pussy or a man? I thought you said you had the balls for this.”

That did it. Jay pushed with every muscle he had. He thought he would break apart, but he did it. He finished the eleventh rep. Bob helped him lower the bar so that he would not drop it on his chest, and as he did so, he squatted closer to the bench and lowered his crotch closer to Jay’s face. The motion caused Bob’s gym shorts to tighten against his body and highlight a well-defined crotch.

“Well, you said you had the balls, and I guess you do,” said Bob admiringly. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to hit the hot tub and the sauna. Wanna join me?”

Jay didn’t mention that he had a Jacuzzi in his suite. “That sounds great, but I left my swim suit in my room.”

“Oh, you won’t need it. The spa has separate facilities for men and women. We can shower in the locker room, grab some towels, and head straight for the hot tub.”

“OK. Let’s go.”

In the shower, Jay again noticed Bob trying discreetly to check out his package. In the hot tub, Jay learned that Bob worked for the company that operates the hotel spas. Even though the health clubs are located in four-star hotels around the world, they are owned and operated by a separate company. “I’m in charge of customer satisfaction,” explained Bob. “My job is to travel around to all of our facilities and make sure that our customers and clients are satisfied with our services.”

“Well, I’ve only been here once,” said Jay, “but I’m more than satisfied so far.”

“Great! Glad to hear it,” said Bob. “How long are you staying?”

“Just a couple more days.”

“Well, I certainly hope that we can do more to satisfy you during that time,” said Bob with a devilish grin. “Are you ready to get all sweaty?”

“Huh?” asked Jay.

“In the sauna.”

“Oh! Yeah, right. The sauna. Uh, sure. Lead the way.”

On entering the sauna, Bob removed the towel that he had wrapped around his waist and spread it out on one of the upper tiers. He then lay down stark naked on the towel. When in Rome…. Jay spread his towel on the lower tier. With the two men facing each other, Bob could look down and get a clear view of Jay in all of his sweaty glory.

Back in the shower, Bob asked Jay if he would like to come up to his room for a drink. Jay thanked him for the invitation but explained that he had to prepare for a presentation he would be making that evening. Bob looked disappointed until Jay asked for a rain check. Bob smiled, and they parted ways.

As Jay was about to exit the health club, he noticed a sign advertising massages. A massage. That’s exactly what I need. He inquired at the desk and was informed that the masseur had just had a cancellation and could take him right away.

“I’ll buzz you in at that door,” said the attendant, pointing the way, “and let Tank know that you are waiting.”

Tank?

Author's note: In Chapter 16, Jay gets a rubdown unlike any other.