Coworkers

The rest of the day went by without me embarrassing myself. The meetings went relatively well, with the client happy with what we had so far. We still have two more days, but it looks like work will not be a problem.

We get to the hotel. Alex suggests taking care of the check-in while I find a nice restaurant for dinner. Its company treat, that’s always nice! I try the basic apps and find a couple of suggestions, one of which is the hotel’s restaurant. I turn to find Alex and see his face flustered. I meet him with a questioning face which is enough for him to shout out “I can’t believe those motherfucking cheap ass fucks!”. This is the first time I’ve heard Alex say things like that. “What is it? What’s wrong?”. “Can you believe those assholes? They gave us one room! They’re doing budget cuts and apparently our hotels rooms were first on their list. I tried to talk with the receptionist to get another room even if I paid for it, but it seems they’re full, even overbooked. Since we’re regulars we got preference on the upgrades and at least we get a suite with two rooms and two bathrooms.” He calms down a bit then continues “Now that I think about it, it’s not too bad – no thanks to our company of course – but it will be nice. It’s as if we had two rooms next to each other, we could hang out together then each one sleeps in his own bed.”

I barely had to contribute to that conversation and I’m glad it went that way. How can I be angry that I will be in the same room as him? The only reason I’m angry is that I don’t get to share his bed. Come to think of it, I’m so glad I don’t have to share his bed. Can you image the horror of waking up like this morning, covered in my own cum, with him in bed with me? I’d quit my job and move to end of the world.

We walked to the elevator, he handed me my key “Room 193 – floor 19”. WOW. Floor 19. I’ve never had a room that high in this hotel, must really be a nice suite. We get to our floor and open the room door and I’m in awe. The door opens to small hall then a huge room with a couch big enough to fit 4 people, facing a TV screen double the size of the one I have. Between the two, a large fancy coffee table. Four doors are in this room, two on the right next to the entrance, two directly facing us. We set our luggage in the middle of the room and start exploring. The first one we open leads to a walk-in closet mostly styled to fit coats and shoes. The one next to it leads to a small kitchen. When I say small, I mean big. It’s bigger than my kitchen, but small relatively to this suite. It has everything you could think of, from all the coffee machine types, kitchen appliances, to a dining table. We don’t spend much time there since we will probably not use it. We then look at each other and nod almost in sync as to “Those must be the bedrooms”. At that point he says: “Are you a lefty or a righty?”. It takes me a minute to get the joke then reply with “I’m verse”. Two can play at that game. To my surprise, he laughed and then walked into the right one. Seems he knows a bit more than what I gave him credit for. I picked up my stuff and walked into the left room. If you thought the first two rooms were nice, the bedroom is a masterpiece. A king size bed is situated on the left wall, facing a closet with three sliding mirrors as doors. On the shared wall with the common room, a desk with two armchairs. On each side of the bed a nightstand with chic lamps. Facing the door, a large glass door leading to the bathroom. You can see the sink from the living room but nothing else. I walked into the bathroom and my jaw dropped. The sink is placed facing the door and the bathroom chair to the right, hiding behind the closet and the wall separating them. But turn to the left and you see the real size of the bathroom. The shower, on the furthest corner, is bigger than my whole bathroom with all kinds of jets. Next to it, a jacuzzi that could fit up to two people, if they hug. From the shower, you can see the closet and therefore, from the reflection, the bed. The architect who planned this bathroom was a genius. Anyone in the room could see the person showering but no one outside of the room could see anything. It’s as if it was planned to tease the partner into joining the person showering.

I leave my room and head back into the main room, I throw a sneak peek into the other bedroom to find it’s identical, just symmetrical. I can only assume that the bathroom is the same as well. My eyes meet Alex’s as he walks out of the bathroom with the same facial expression I had. “Ok, I have to admit. I love it. It’s so much better than the usual rooms we get. What do you think?” “I agree. Although the whole glass door bathroom thing is not my preference, unless I’m with a partner, I feel it’s kind of weird” “Come on man, we’re friends…Plus you can’t really see anything from here”. By then he’s standing next to me at the door of his room. It’s true, as long as we respect each other’s rooms, no one can see anything. “Plus, worst case” he added, “we can close the bedroom doors.”

We then get on the sofa, it’s still 7pm, too early for dinner. We chat a bit about the day and then about dinner. Alex suggests that we have dinner in the hotel tonight and try something else tomorrow since we’re both tired and had a long day. I agree. Then we both say “I’m going to take a shower…” then stop and laugh since we had the same idea. We agree to take a shower then relax a bit before going down to dinner at 8:30.

We both went into our rooms. I put my bag on the bed and spend around 15 min unpacking some of the essentials before heading into the shower. The water is hot with jets flowing from all directions. It’s the perfect way to wash away the guilt of the day. I take my time to wash my hair. Although I brought my shampoo with me, I’m intrigued to use the hotel’s scents. One is from the essence of avocados. It smells like summer, a much-needed memory these days. I run my fingers through my hair and can feel the instant effect of the shampoo. I rinse with the rainfall option in the shower and feel all the stress of the day slip out of me. For the first time this day, I’m not thinking about Alex. I forgot how it feels to not think of him. I close my eyes and see the same beach from my dream, but no Alex. Relief. That’s the first thought I get. For the first time today, I can close my eyes without worrying about getting hard. I look up with my eyes still closed. I feel every drop of water hit my face in the smoothest way possible. I can feel the warmth of the water migrate to my body. I can imagine myself taking a shower on the beach with the sun hitting my face. I’m finally at zen.

“Hey Tim, did you bring a hair drier with you?”

And I’m thinking about Alex again. “Euh yeah, but there’s one in the bathroom anyway”. “Yeah, but mine doesn’t seem to be working. I will call the guys downstairs to fix it, but I really need to dry my hair now, I’m not sure how long they’ll take to come up. Do you mind if I come get it real quick?” Can I say no? I mean I am in the shower. He can see everything from where I put my bag. “I promise I’ll be very quick and won’t look at anything” is what he said next. “Yeah sure. It’s in my bag on the top, can’t miss it”. I turn and look at my room and see him walk in. He has the smallest white towel around his waist, barely covering his private parts, with a split on the side going up almost to his waist. I could swear if he moved incorrectly it would drop. His thighs are muscular, like a biker’s thighs. His legs are almost hairless or with hair the color of his skin. He bends to open the suitcase and I can almost see his ass. It’s round and bubbly forcing the towel to hover without touching his legs. I can swear I can see the bottom of his balls and something behind them, maybe his dick’s head. Is his dick really that long? His back is fit. Not too muscular but you could easily tell that he works out. His back widens the higher you go reaching his broad shoulders. His trapezius also suggests that he works out in a gym. His arms are big, muscular, more than his back. His back is fit but his arms are big.

My staring is interrupted by my dick touching the glass in front of me. I wasn’t aware of what I was doing until now, I’ve been walking slowly closer to the edge of the shower with my dick getting harder by the minute. I stop at 9 inches from the glass just as my dick’s tip bumps into it.

He’s taking longer than necessary to find the hair drier. It should have taken him only a couple of seconds. Is he going through my stuff? What does he hope to find? Wait. Is he teasing me? Is he modelling his body on purpose? I’m spiraling, I’m sure. He’s just taking the right time to get it, it’s me, I lost track of time. Time stops when I see him. His perfect body and his perfect face!

“Thanks! Got it!” he says as he turns. HE TURNS. That’s when his eyes meet my eyes in the mirror then drop down to my crotch before he puts his hand on his face. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I forgot about the mirror! I’m sorry, I’m heading out! Thanks again! Sorry mate!” and he leaves.

I’m left speechless. He saw me. He saw me naked with my dick hard. He saw me staring at him with my dick hard. He saw me getting hard while staring at him.

But I don’t care. I’m too horny to understand the consequences of this interaction. I feel my hands slide down to my cock. I close my eyes, see the beach again. Alex sitting next to me stroking my cock.

He takes my dick with both hands and starts sliding them up and down. He’s staring right into my eyes, his own sparkling due to the sun. I can feel my dick hardening under his soft touch, my veins filling up as much as they could. I stand, he kisses my dick without breaking eye contact. He takes me whole blowing me in the softest yet strongest way ever. I feel my dick slide in his mouth effortlessly. His huge lips caressing it while his tongue plays its magic. I sit down again with my legs spread on the sand and he turns, his lips still on my dick and his ass rising up behind his head. I can see the sun rise from the split between his butt cheeks. Both his hands are around my waist as he takes my dick deeper and deeper. I’m about to cum but he continues to go up and down. I shoot my load and a tremble takes over my whole body.

I open my eyes. I’m seated in the shower corner with my legs spread to a 90 degree. I muster the strength to get up, finish my shower, and head out to get dressed.

As I step out of the shower, I can see Alex’s feet up on the coffee table. I can see his pants and assume he’s dressed and ready. I rush to be done; I think I’m already late. I dread the moment he sees me and the conversation we will have to have.