Chapter 2: Cocktails
It took Aaron 45 minutes to reach the hotel. Fucking traffic, he thought. He parked and walked in.
The Wellington was one of the nicest hotels downtown. Scratch that. THE nicest hotel downtown. The main building was old and regal, the exterior covered with stately marble, ornate details, and the grandeur befitting an at-least-grand-a-night hotel.
It had been remodeled very carefully and expanded with an adjoining tower, which preserved the period details while adding an ultramodern flair. The lobby was especially resplendent, with soaring ceilings and beautiful woodwork and moldings. Aaron knew of the place, but he had never stepped foot in it, let alone had a drink at the bar.
He stopped at reception and gave his name and Greg's name. The woman--in her late twenties with a beautiful face, plunging neckline, and perky rack--was someone Aaron would normally be all over. But today he hardly noticed her. She stepped away to do something on the computer, and then came back with an electronic keycard.
"Your friend is waiting for you up in the rooftop bar, Mr. Fields," she said softly. "This card will allow you to take the elevator up. Just put it on the sensor and it will take you up to Vertex."
"Thank you," he said as he turned and walked toward the elevator. A doorman called it for him, and told him where to place the card before wishing him a good day. The doors closed and the carriage moved upward.
The doors opened onto a luxurious bar filled with equally luxurious and beautiful people. The floor to ceiling windows on the far wall looked out over downtown. Even though he was well dressed, Aaron suddenly felt underdressed.
He stepped out and looked around trying to find his friend. He didn't see Greg inside, so he stepped out onto the balcony. There he found Greg sitting alone at a hightop next to the glass railing. Greg stood as he approached, and Aaron remarked at how good he looked.
Greg was built very similarly to Aaron. He was just a hair shorter and lighter at 5 foot 9 and a 180 pounds. He was also well toned, with a swimmer's build. His dusty blond hair and blue eyes caught the last rays of the sun as it set behind the buildings to the west. They hugged, and sat down opposite each other.
Aaron noticed Greg was drinking a Manhattan, and when the waiter came around he ordered the same. The two made polite small talk, catching each other up on everything with work and life that had occurred since last they talked several years ago. The waiter returned a few minutes later with the drink.
They drank and talked for several hours. It was easy, just like it had been in college, and they fell back into their comfortable "relationship" as if they were 20 again. Greg talked about the conference, and said he'd be there all week. His boss was good friends with a partial owner of the hotel, which is how he was able to stay there while he was in town.
As they talked, they'd occasional touch hands innocently. Before long it was midnight.
"Hey, you want to grab another drink and head down to my room?" Greg asked with a wink. Aaron didn't have to be asked twice. They ordered a final round and heading into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, they quickly downed their cocktails and Aaron pulled Greg into his arms and they kissed. When the doors opened again on the 26th floor, they walked quickly down the hall, dropping their glasses off at a random table along the way. Greg paused at his room door to get the key out of this pocket and Aaron pressed himself against Greg's back. He kissed the back of his neck and lightly ground his hips, rubbing his hard cock into Greg's perfect ass cheeks.
The door couldn't open soon enough. Greg seemed to be having some trouble with the key, but Aaron knew it was all an act. A delay to ramp him up even more. His cock had never been so hard.
They kissed more as they entered, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Unbuttoning, untying, and ripping clothes off each other as they made their way inside. Greg reached down and squeezed Aaron's hard cock through his khakis.
Aaron looked straight into his eyes and said "Beg for my cock."
Greg smiled. "Aaron, I want your hard cock. I need your hard cock. I have missed your fat dick in my ass. I have missed your cum in my face and ass."
"You are such a fucking slut," Aaron responded, slapping Greg's ass cheek hard. Aaron moved his hands to Greg's shoulders and pushed him forcefully to the floor. "I hope you're ready to play, bitch."
He undid his pants and his 8 inch, fat cock flopped forward toward Greg's face, the tip glistening with precum.
Greg leaned forward to take it in his mouth, but Aaron grabbed his hair and held him back. "Not yet bitch. You have to earn this cock."
"Smell my balls," Aaron ordered, as he shoved Greg's head down and pulled him close. Greg inhaled deeply. It had been years but the smell of Aaron's sweat and balls instantly brought his insatiable lust back. His eyes rolled back into his head as he breathed in again. Greg was in heaven. He started licking, worshipping Aaron's sack. He kept his pubes trimmed down, but his sack was still quite hairy, his big balls full of cum and ready to burst.
Aaron kept ahold of Greg's hair, navigating him around his crotch. He pulled his head back hard.
"Look at me," he commanded. "Now open your mouth."
Greg complied and Aaron spit into his mouth. He released his hair and quickly slapped his face a few times. Then he grabbed is hair again and pulled his head back. With his cock in his other hand he brought it down hard on Greg's face. Again. And again. His dick getting harder each time.
Then he pushed his cock down a bit and pressed the tip against Greg's moist lips. Greg eagerly licked at the precum before Aaron pushed forward and entered his mouth. Both moaned aloud as they realized how much they had missed his. Aaron kept pushing forward until his cock was jammed fully down his friend's throat, Greg's nose deep in Aaron's pubes. He held him there. Greg struggled for air, but Aaron held him tight.
"Shhh ... shhh ... shhh," he said softly. "I know you can take it. I know you want it. All of it."
Greg relaxed and Aaron started working the cock in and out of his mouth, fucking his face slowly at first before getting more aggressive and faster. Spit leaked from Greg's mouth. Greg caught it with his hand and rubbed it on his own hard cock.
"Oh fuck I've missed this throat," Aaron growled as he kept up his pace. After a few minutes he could stand it no longer. "You ready for your reward, bitch?"
Greg tried to mumble a yes as his friend's dick kept plunging down his throat. He wanted Aaron's cum. He needed Aaron's cum.
"Oh fuck!" Aaron screamed as he pulled Greg's head back. Greg opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue just as the cock unloaded. Shot after shot of cum filled his waiting mouth. He had forgotten just how big Aaron's loads were, but he dare not swallow. He wanted to savor the taste.
As Aaron's orgasm slowed, Greg continued stroking his own dick faster until his eyes rolled back into his head and he unloaded on the marble hotel room floor.
Aaron still had ahold of his hair. He pulled his head back a little more.
"I want to see what I gave you," he said as he leaned over and looked into Greg's mouth full of seed. "Does that taste good?"
Greg nodded in agreement.
"Do you want to swallow it?"
Again Greg nodded.
"You can swallow it slut, but slowly. I want you to enjoy it."
Greg swallowed a little, and then a little more, and then a little more. It took four swallows before he got it all down his throat and grinned widely. Aaron leaned down further, pushing Greg's head to the floor.
"Now clean up your fucking mess," he said as he rubbed Greg's face into his own sticky pile of cum.
"Yes sir," Greg moaned, as he greedily lapped up his load.