Disclaimer This story is based in fact but all characters are fictitious. It contains adult material. Please do not continue if this will offend you.
Why I should be writing this I don't really understand. I consider myself a rather conservative straight man. Just 40 years old, but not over the hill. Happily married and not even bi curious. So that I should be writing this is "odd".
It all started when my superior told me I needed to go do a software install and I would need to take the new hardware guy with me. Cool, I do this all the time nothing unusual. I had met the new guy, Chris, very quiet. How to describe him? Very young looking.
I mean he looks 15... maybe. Very non descript otherwise, sandy hair, goatee, maybe 5'5 and maybe 110 lbs. I should stress very quiet. I knew his name but other than that, nothing.
I got my secretary to do the travel arrangements, and told Chris when and where the flight would leave. My secretary is a gem. She has never screwed up arrangements before, but this time she did.
We arrived after an uneventful flight and got in the rental car for the drive to this little burg in the middle of Montana. Why there should be a Bank here is beyond me, nothing more than a cross roads really. There was however a large stock yard and a rather shabby motel.
I ran the rental car up to the motel curb and we got out and went in. The clerk asked my name and then looked through his records.
The clerk said, "Ok, that's one single for three nights, departing on the twelve th."
I said, "excuse me that's two singles.." Starting to be nervous. The clerk began to look through his file folders.
"I'm sorry partner but we only got one room reserved.....we also only got the one room empty. The sales is goin on and we're full up."
I looked at Chris, he was looking out the windows. Not paying attention. The install was gonna be difficult. I said, "Chris they only got one room, want to try in the last town back?"
Chris shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was a pretty long way back wasn't it?"
The clerk spoke up and said, "The kid's right the closest motel is 65 miles back down the road and I can already tell you they're full up too. The sales are running for the rest of the week. Biggest cattle yard in three states. Most of our year's profit is made this week."
"Sounds like we'll take it. Is there any place to eat around here?" I filled out the registration and gave him my credit card.
The clerk said, "We got a diner just down the road by the Bank. They got good food, nothing fancy just plain cookin."
The clerk gave us two keys and said if we needed anything just "holler". I said I would and Chris and I went back outside. We went down the row of room doors until we found ours next to the last one. Chris stuck his key in the knob and went in, I followed. The room was reasonably clean, no carpet just linoleum, then it hit me. There was only one bed and it was a double, not even a king.
"Great," I muttered. "Maybe we could go back farther down the road and find something." I noticed Chris was looking at me for the first time really and he didn't say anything. I looked at my watch and said, "We need to get to the bank, they are expecting us in ten minutes."
Chris said, "Look man, why don't you give me the keys, I'll slip out of the meeting after I've said hello and drive back down the road and see what I can come up with for a room."
"That'd be great Chris, nice thinking. I'll start getting the server install going and go over the install plan with the client. When you get back you can finish the server configuration and get their network up to speed, then I can build their workstations and setup for training tomorrow." This is what I do. Organize the chaos of an install and make nice with the client.
The meeting went off without a hitch and Chris left. I got lost in the install, as usual. I looked up and realized Chris was back and working on the server. I was getting the kinks worked out of the software setup and working with the client on the customizations. Then the Bank closed and everyone but the bank manager left and we continued with the job. That's how it goes, head down full speed until you get to the end of the install. No time to chat, just do the job and do it right. The manager went down to the Diner and got us some sandwiches and sodas so we took a quick break and ate. Chris continued to work on the hardware and network so we didn't get a chance to talk. Finally, about midnight the manager said he had to go home and we needed to also.
Chris came in wiping his hands on his dockers and said, "I'm done with the network. You should be setup for training now. The workstations were a mess."
I told the manager that we would be back in the morning at 10:00 ready to start the first class and Chris would finish with the server work. We got in the car. Chris had the keys still and I said, "Oh, I forgot about the room snafu. Where are we staying?"
Chris said, "Sorry man, but I drove all the way back to the airport and every room between here and there is booked. This sale must really be the biggest in three states. I'll sack out in the floor, you can have the bed."
Great, now I felt bad. It was after all my secretary that had made the screwup. "Look Chris, I'll sleep in the floor, it was my secretary that screwed this all up anyway. I don't mind."
"Well I'm just a little guy, we probably could make do in the same bed anyway." He looked at me kinda funny now that I think about it, but at the time I was too tired to argue and figured what the heck, it was almost morning anyway.
We got back in the room and I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I went back in the room and Chris was down to his boxers and went past me into the bathroom. I slipped off my clothes and got in bed wearing only my jockeys and rolled on my side. I went to sleep so fast that I didn't even know when Chris got in bed.
The dream was great. I was sitting in a warm jacuzzi. The breeze was blowing and I could hear the sound of surf in the distance. Everything was great until I got the usual feeling in my crotch.
My rod was aching. The usual morning hardon I thought as the dream slowly evaporated. It was then As I was drifting toward full wakefullness that I realized someone was stroking my dick through my shorts. Chris is coppin a feel I thought. What a pervert. But the feeling was wonderful, without realizing it I was laying there enjoying it. His hand was slowly moving along my, by now, rock hard member. Very gently soft as a whisper he started exploring my jockeys for the fly. By now by body had a mind of it's own and I straigtened out and lay on my back, he quickly removed his fingers. In just a minute or two I felt his hand slowly moving along the waistband of my shorts. His fingers slowly went under the waistband and released my dripping dick. He gently touched his finger into the puddle that had accumulated on my stomach and then his hand was gone. I slowly opened my eyes just enough to look under my lashes. He was licking his finger.
Ok, I thought, now is the time to end this without embarassing him. I just open my eyes and yawn, pretend that I have to go to the john and get out of bed. But the more I thought about it the better this was feeling. There wasn't any emotional attachment to Chris, just pure animal lust. I'd gone too far to stop. I had to cum that was all there was too it.
The fingers were back slowly running under my waistband and moving it ever so slowly down. He hooked the waistband under my balls and then he was slowly stroking my naked dick. He was moving the foreskin back and forth and my dick was really dripping. In a minute it would be too late and I wanted this to last longer. I made a sound and pushed the covers back and then relaxed again. I could see from under my lashes that he was jackin himself as he looked at my now exposed dick. The lights from the parking lot came under the drapes just enough to give a gray illumination to everything.
I continued to watch as he pushed the sheet down off himself and jack. I could see his head slide back and forth in his fist. His other hand was twisting his nipple. He was still looking at my rod and in a minute he reached over and started his ever so slow feel. Now that he could see me he felt my balls and then went back to work on my foreskin. Slowly he slid it back then slowly he let it bunch behind the head before it popped over it again. I was about to explode. Then he did what for me was unthinkable. He leaned over and started to suck me. I moaned in spite of myself but he didn't stop this time. I could feel him moving and knew he was jackin even harder. His mouth was warm and soft and wet. I couldn't stand it any more. I felt the pressure building and then I unloaded my jis down his throat. I must have sent four or five streams down his throat. He then slowly raised back up and turned over towards me. I could feel him slowly slide over towards me. He was really skinny and I could feel him slide right up against me.
Slowly I felt his small hard dick rubbing against my leg as he humped me. His breathing was very fast and I knew he was gonna shoot. He suddenly went rigid and I felt his warm cum on my leg and stomach. He quietly rolled back over and everything was still.
I woke to the obnoxious sound of motel alarm clocks. They sound like the alarm of a commercial truck backing up. I hit the floor and went in and showered clearing the cobwebs of dream. I was about dressed when I realized what had happened. Chris never said anything about it. We went to work that morning and the install went without a hitch. That evening the Clerk at the motel said he had had a cancellation and we could have another room.
We finished up that job and returned home. We never said anything about what had happened. I tell myself it was just a continuation of the earlier dream and nothing really happened.
How could I have actively participated in, what otherwise I have always considered, a perversion? I lay awake some nights after making love to my wife and Chris comes into my almost sleeping thoughts. He moved on to another company shortly after our trip and I haven't seen or heard from him since. Once awakened feelings are sometimes hard to dismiss. Maybe more than lust happened that night, and I just don't want to admit it.
Sometimes when I am heading for a strange town and a strange motel with another new hardware guy, I secretly wish for a reservation mixup.