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"I'm so sorry, gentleman. Since you didn't check in by 9:00 pm, we released your room reservations and sold the rooms to other guests," the young desk attendant informed us politely. "That is our standard policy unless you've requested late check in."
"Fuck!" my coworker Perry replied. Then realizing his anger wouldn't help our situation, he continued, "Sorry, I know it's not your fault. It just has not been our lucky day for travel."
"We've been up since 4:00 am," I interjected in a genuinely exhausted tone. "Our first flight was delayed almost 3 hours, so we missed our connection. We were on standby for a later flight, but it was overbooked. They finally got us on the last flight here, but they made us gate check our luggage since it was fully booked. When we landed, we discovered that our luggage never made it on the flight. So we've been filling out paperwork at the airport for the last 2 hours."
"And then we got drenched while waiting at the taxi stand," Perry piped in.
It was almost midnight. We were both hungry, tired, wet and in desperate need of a shower after almost 20 hours of travel. If we'd been traveling for any other reason, we would have probably given up hours ago. But we were responsible for manning our company's booth at (as our boss reminded us again and again) "the single most important industry event of the year", which was being held at the convention center adjacent to our hotel. We were due at the exhibit hall at 8:00 am the next morning to ensure that everything had been set up properly by the union guys, and to begin unboxing the sales literature and company swag we'd be handing out when the doors opened at 10:00 am.
"Please, Taylor," I said reading off the attendant's name badge. "Is there anything you can do to help us out. We're desperate."
"That all sounds very frustrating. Let me see what I can do," Taylor replied. "I know there are no other standard or deluxe rooms available. But let me check to see if any of our hospitality suites are available."
"Thank you," we responded in unison.
With that Taylor began punching away at his keyboard and scrolling his mouse. "Hmm...," he said with a furrowed brow. "Unfortunately all of those rooms are booked due to the conference." Our hearts sank.
"Oh...wait. We do have one room still available. I thought it was unavailable due to remodeling, but it appears that work has been delayed. It's our honeymoon suite, so it only has one king bed. Are you okay sharing that?"
"Yes," Perry replied, as we looked at each other and shrugged. "At this point, I think we'd take anything."
Taylor got us checked in and handed us our keys. "Do you need any help with your lug... Sorry, I forgot. Actually, if you'd like to have your clothes laundered, I can send someone up to pick them up and then housekeeping can have them delivered by 7:00 am tomorrow morning."
"Ok, maybe," I replied. "Thank you."
"And room service is about to shut down for the night. Would you like any food tonight -- perhaps a couple burgers or a quesadilla?" Taylor asked.
"Yes, please! A couple quesadillas would be great," Perry responded as I gave him a nod. "Thanks so much for all your help."
"No problem, I'll send someone up in about 30 minutes to get your laundry and the food should be delivered shortly as well. The elevators are behind the fountain to your left. You're room is on the 17th floor. Enjoy your stay."
We made our way to the elevators and were on our way to the 17th floor. When the doors opened, we saw the sign indicating that the Honeymoon Suite was at the end of the hall to the right. I chuckled as I noted that it actually said "Honeymoon Sweet" and the double Os had been replaced with interlocking wedding rings.
"Who carries who over the threshold?" Perry asked as I swiped the key card on the door lock.
"We can just hold hands as we walk in together," I retorted as I opened the door and flipped on the lights.
"Oh my," we said in unison as we stepped inside.
The room was large, about double the size of a typical hotel room. Straight ahead was an L-shaped sectional facing a large fireplace with a flat screen TV mounted above it. To the left of the sectional was a small dining table and 2-chairs next to sliding glass doors that opened onto a balcony or deck of indeterminate size. To the right of the sectional was the bedroom area, with a king-sized bed.
The feature that elicited our exclamation was the large glass shower enclosure and the heart-shaped jacuzzi tub that separated the living room and bedroom areas. I guessed that's why they called this a "sweet" rather than a "suite" -- because it was really just one big room.
"Is a lack of privacy part of the honeymoon experience?" I asked, knowing Perry had been married once, briefly, in his mid 20s.
"This room wouldn't have worked on my honeymoon," he replied. "We mostly fought and watched HBO. The only time I got any action was when I was alone in the bathroom and could jerk off in the shower."
As we explored the rest of the room, we could see why it was overdue for a remodel. The decor and furniture was probably fancy when the room was decorated in the late-1990s. But the rose and beige color scheme was dated and the furniture all looked a bit tired. To the left of the bed was another sliding glass door and to the right a door that led into a good-sized dressing area with his and hers sinks and closets, and a small room with a toilet and a bidet.
"At least we can shit in private," I said.
Perry opened one of the closets and discovered a plush robe. "Ok, I'm going to get out of these dirty, wet clothes."
"Ok, I will, too," I replied pulling open the other closet to discover a matching robe.
Perry proceeded into the bathroom and shut the door. I ventured back into the main room and began undressing. Once I was down to just my boxer briefs, I put the robe on, slid my briefs off, and then secured the robe with the fabric belt.
I heard a flush from the bathroom and then Perry emerged in his robe, carrying his bundle of dirty clothes.
"I'm going to use the bathroom," I said as I made my way through the dressing room. While I was doing my business, I could hear a faint knocking and then the sound of a brief conversation between Perry and the room service attendant.
Coming out of the bathroom, I could see that Perry was seated on the sectional with a tray and two covered plates in front of him.
"We got our food," he said. "And I gave the guy our clothes to get laundered like the desk guy said."
"You realize we're basically naked now until 7:00 am?" I said. "I hope you're okay sleeping in the buff."
"It is our honeymoon, after all," Perry said with a wink.
He uncovered one of the plates as I sat down on the perpendicular portion of the couch. The top of his robe spread open as he dug into his quesadilla. I could see his furry chest between the robe's dusty pink collar.
I leaned forward and reached across the table to grab my plate.
"Dude, close your legs," Perry said, pointing at me and laughing. "I can totally see your balls."
"You're the one who sent all our clothes away for the night," I replied, taking a bite of my quesadilla. "Besides, you're gonna see more than that when we go to bed tonight."
"Fair point. But can I least get through dinner without seeing your wrinkly nut sack," he said. "It's ruining my appetite."
I did my best Sharon Stone "Basic Instinct" leg-crossing maneuver as I flipped him off.
"Fuck. My eyes, my eyes!" Perry moaned and rubbed his eyes in mock pain.
I flipped the TV on and we watched a French tennis tournament on ESPN as we made quick work of our dinner.
Perry rose, adjusting his robe and made his way to the mini bar. "You want a drink?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, liking the last of the guacamole off my fork. "They have whiskey?"
"Yup," he said, and tossed me a tiny bottle.
I opened it and downed it like a shot. Perry polished off a mini bottle of vodka as he walked back toward the couch.
"You mind if I take a shower?" he asked.
"Nah, go for it," I replied. "I'll do the same after you."
Perry walked over to the glassed-in shower and turned the water on. I looked over as he slipped out of his robe and set it on the edge of the tub.
I wolf-whistled at him.
"Fuck you, perv," he said, as he climbed into the shower and under the rain-head shower. "Oh fuck, this feels good."
"This has got to take the cake for the most awkward business trip ever," I said, as I watched him showering.
Perry was about 6'1" and 200 lbs. He had wavy brown hair that he always used too much hair gel on, and a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. He was way past 5 o'clock shadow, since we'd been traveling for so long.
We'd played basketball several times at the gym in our building. I knew from our time in the locker room that he had light brown hair covering his chest and stomach and a light fuzz on his shoulders and at the base of his spine. But he'd always been in shorts, underwear or a towel. So I never saw what was down south. Now I could see that the fuzz extended over his ass cheeks and darkened as it concentrated in the cleft between them.
And when he turned around in the shower, I could see that he had a dark, thick bush of pubic hair. Perry clearly was not into manscaping. I could just make out the swollen acorn of his cockhead amidst his bush, but had no trouble seeing the egg-sized balls that hung heavy in his scrotum.
He squeezed some body wash from a tiny container and began lathering himself up. He rubbed the suds into his chest and stomach, then around to his ass, and finally brought his hands to his crotch to lather up his cock and balls.
He seemed to be doing a VERY thorough job of soaping up his junk. I was beginning to think he was doing a bit of fluffing to make his cock bigger.
"Are you fucking watching me Smith?" Perry said, breaking me out of my trance.
"Only to make sure you get your dirty dick clean before we have to share a bed," I said, my mouth suddenly dry.
Perry responded by simultaneously sticking his tongue out, flipping me off, and grabbing his cock and balls and shaking them at me. I laughed in response.
I decided to see what other beverage options were available in the mini-bar. As I reviewed the contents of the refrigerator, I heard a knock at the door and a faint, "Hello, room service."
Tightening the belt of my robe, I walked over and peered through the peephole. It was a young guy in a hotel uniform.
I cracked the door open and said, "Hey, we got our food already."
The guy gave me a slightly puzzled look, "Yes, sir. I'm Marcus. I delivered your dinner a little while ago to your..." He was searching for the right term.
"Ah, yeah, Perry answered the door when you came before," I said, opening the door slightly wider.
"Yes," he stammered slightly. "I have your complimentary champagne." He gestured towards the rolling cart behind him. "We like to treat the honeymoon couple on their special night."
I laughed. "Oh, right, this is the Honeymoon Sweet. It's no special night for us. This was the only room available when we got here," I explained.
"I see," Marcus replied. "Well, the champagne is still complimentary with the room if you'd like it."
"Who's at the door?" Perry yelled from the shower.
"It's room service. Champagne for the honeymoon couple," I said.
"Oh honey, you shouldn't have," Perry said, sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes and smiled at Marcus.
"Would you like the champagne, sir?" he asked.
"Uh, sure, why not. Wheel it on in," I said, pulling the door open completely and gesturing into the room. I figured the impromptu exposure was fair punishment for Perry being a smart ass.
Marcus wheeled the cart into the room. It was covered with a rose colored tablecloth and bore a champagne bucket filled with ice and a bottle of bubbly, two champagne flutes, a vase with a single red rose, and a white plate with a half dozen chocolate dipped strawberries.
"Where would you like me to set it up?" Marcus asked, looking over at Perry naked in the shower.
"Why don't you set it up by the bathtub," I replied with a snicker.
"Of course," he said and pushed the cart towards the tub.
"What the hell, Smith?" Perry said, trying to cover his crotch with a washcloth.
"Don't be shy, sweetie," I replied. "It's just us guys."
"No worries, sir," Marcus added with a smirk. "I've worked here for 3 years and I've seen it all." He made quick work of setting up the champagne and strawberries on a small table next to the bathtub. "Would you like me to set up the bath for you?"
"Absolutely, Marcus. I can't think of a better way to end our special evening," I said. I grinned at Perry and he shot daggers at me in return.
Marcus began the ritual of filling the tub -- something I'm sure he'd done dozens of times. He repeatedly monitored the temperature as it filled.
"Bubbles?" he asked.
"Of course," I said.
Perry had rinsed off and was now drying himself off with a towel. He tried to maintain a modicum of modesty as he did so. He finally wrapped it around his waist and tucked the end in to secure it.
"There you go," Marcus said, satisfied with the level of the water and the quantity of bubbles.
"Thank you, Marcus," I replied. "Let me get you a tip."
"Oh Smith, honey," Perry said, with revenge in his voice. "I'll get the tip. Why don't you go ahead and get in the bath. I know how eager you are to relax."
"No, that's okay, I'll wait a few minutes," I said, turning back towards Marcus. "Let me get..."
"I insist," Perry said. And then I felt his arms wrap around my arms from behind. He reached forward, unfastened the belt of my robe and, in one swift motion, opened it and pulled it off my shoulders.
Marcus' eyes widened as he looked at me now naked in front of him.
Perry squeezed my shoulders and then ran his hands down my chest and stomach, stopping just short of my crotch. "I've been waiting to do that all day," he said, sarcastically. Then he walked over to the night stand and grabbed a $20 bill -- from my wallet -- and handed it to Marcus. "Thank you for getting us started on a memorable evening."
"My pleasure. May I take your dinner dishes?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you," Perry replied.
Marcus piled the plates on the cart. I just stood there naked in stunned silence. "Is there anything else you gentlemen need tonight?"
"No, I think we're good," Perry said.
I cleared my throat. "Our clothes. They'll be delivered tomorrow morning?"
"Yes. The laundry service should have them back to you by 7:00 tomorrow," Marcus replied. He pushed the cart toward the door and turned to us once again. "You gentlemen have a wonderful evening."
"You, too," Perry said, with a slight wave. As he did, I reached over and ripped his towel away.
"Have a good night, Marcus," I said, smirking over at my naked coworker.
"I will," Marcus said, smiling as he exited our room.
As soon as the door closed, Perry turned to me. "Nice one, Smith. Now he thinks we're a couple of honeymooning homos."
"You're the one who was rubbing my chest," I retorted.
Perry picked up his towel and held it loosely in front of his crotch, eyeing the bathtub.
"You wanna go for a dip?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It DOES look really relaxing," he said.
"There's plenty room for two," I said, and moved toward the tub.
"Not so fast," Perry said, grabbing my bare shoulder. "You need to rinse off first. I don't want your dirty ass in the tub with me." He pushed me toward the shower and then turned.
"All right, all right," I said, stepping into the shower and turning the water on.
Perry lowered himself into the bubble-filled tub and settled into one of the round curves of the heart shape. He sunk under the water up to his chin and then popped back out, resting his arms on the rim of the tub. From his position, he had a perfect view of me showering.
The hot water felt amazing. I imagined 24 hours worth of airport dirt and grime sloughing away as I soaped up and down my body. I squirted a dollop of shampoo in my hand and massaged it to a lather into my hair. I squeezed out another blob of shampoo and proceeded to massage it into my pubes.
"Are you using shampoo on your bush?" Perry asked.
"My ex-girlfriend said it made the hair softer," I replied.
"Are you gonna condition them, too," he asked, scratching his chest.
"Yup," I said, smiling.
"Geez!" he said, rolling his eyes. "I feel like I'm watching a gay porno."
"Enjoying the show?" I asked, giving my balls and shaft a little extra attention.
"Fuck you," he said, and flipped me off. He poured himself a glass of champagne from the side table and sipped it. But he made no effort to avert his gaze from me showering.
"How's the bath?" I asked.
"Actually, it feels fucking amazing," he said. "I'm gonna try the jets now." He reached over to the side of the tub and pressed one of the buttons. I heard the gets turn on and the water began to churn. "Whoa!"
"What?" I asked, rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair and turning the water off.
"I must've been sitting on a jet," he laughed. "I just got a blast on my bunghole."
I laughed at the image of him being violated by an errant water jet as I slicked my hair back and swiped some of the water off my body. I'm an inch or so shorter than Perry, and a good 30 lbs lighter. I've got a bit of hair across the top of my chest and a nice treasure trail, but nothing like Perry's pelt.
I exited the shower, took the two steps to the tub and stepped in. Knee-deep in the water, I reached over and poured myself a glass of champagne.
"Damn you've got a big dick," Perry said, matter-of-factly.
"Thank you, I think," I replied, looking down at my shaft. At 7" soft, it was droopy from the warm water. "I've never had any complaints," I added.
"Me either," he said, with a slight sigh. "But I guess I have more of an element of surprise on my side."
"Ah, you're a 'grower'," I said, nodding as I sank into the water and sat down against the other rounded part of the heart.
"A what?" Perry asked.
"A 'grower'. It means your dick is not so big soft, but grows a lot more proportionally when it's hard," I said. "I'm more of a 'shower'. Mine is impressive soft, but doesn't get that much bigger when I have a hard-on."
"Yeah, that sounds about right," he said. "Thanks for the sex ed lesson."
"My pleasure," I said, sipping my champagne.
I shifted in my seat to assess where the jets were hitting. I found one in the base of the tub that must've been akin to the ass-penetrator that Perry discovered and shifted to avoid getting a Jacuzzi enema myself. Finally I settled in to the seat so that two jets were hitting my lower back. The jet in the base of the tub was just setting a current of water against my balls and the head of my dick.
"Are you getting a cock massage from the tub right now?" I asked, looking over at Perry.
He grinned, "Maybe."
"This tub must've been designed by some horn-dog," I laughed.
"Seems like more of a genius to me," he added. "It's the most action I've had in weeks aside from old Mr. Right."
"Sadly, same here," I laughed. I sat back and enjoyed the sensation of the water pulsing over my cock and bringing me to a full erection.
We sat silently, sipping our champagne and enjoying our cock massages for a 5 or 10 minutes. And then suddenly, the lights dimmed and the tub jets ceased.
"Aw, man," Perry whined. "It was just getting good."
"The storm must be kicking up again," I said. As if on cue, a bolt of lightning lit up the sky outside. A few seconds later, it was followed by the rumble of thunder.
"Fuck!" I said. "We should probably get out of the tub. Sitting in a tub filled with water is not the place to be in a lightning storm."
"Yeah. But I'm not sure I can get out right now," Perry said, sheepishly. "My dick is hard as a rock at the moment."
"So's mine," I replied. "But I'd rather not get electrocuted." I pulled myself out of the water, exposing my erect shaft in the process, and rose to step out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off, my cock bobbing up and down as I did.
Perry rose from the water and I caught sight of his hard-on. He definitely was a "grower". His cock, though not as long as mine, had increased significantly in length compared to his soft state. He looked down at his cock and then over at mine.
"This is so fucking messed up," he laughed.
"Yup," I laughed, and continued to blot myself dry. Perry grabbed another towel and did the same.
As we stood there naked, drying ourselves off, another burst of lightning lit up the room, followed within a couple seconds by thunder.
"Shit, that's close," I said, draping my towel over the edge of the tub and walking naked toward the sliding glass door.
"Yeah, real close. Don't you want your robe?" Perry asked.
I turned back towards him. "Nah, why bother. You've seen it all now," I laughed.
"I suppose you're right," Perry said and tossed his towel on the edge of the tub.
Another flash of lightning blazed through the room, followed almost instantly by really loud thunder. We saw a small brief explosion outside and an an electrical zapping noise like Dr. Frankenstein had just flipped the switch. Then all the lights went out and the TV went from French tennis to full blackness.
"Fuck. It must've hit a transformer nearby," Perry said, looking out the window. Distant bolts of lightning lit up the sky and illuminated his erection. "What do we do now?"
"I guess we go to bed," I said.
"You expect me to get in bed naked with you and that thing," he said, pointing at my erect cock.
"You're completely boned up, too," I said, eyeing his cock. "We can just get in bed and just ignore them... or, I guess..."
"What?" Perry asked, his question punctuated by another rumble of thunder.
"Or I guess we could take care of them," I said quietly.
"You wanna jerk off?" he said, alarmed.
"I mean... why not. We might as well," I reasoned. "I don't know about you, but I can never get to sleep when I'm chubbed up like this."
"I guess you're right," he said. "But let's not do it in the bed. I don't want to wake up in a puddle of your jizz."
"Fine. Let's just rub one out on the couch," I said, walking toward the sectional. I tossed a pillow against one end of the L and lay down against it.
Perry mirrored my action on the opposite end of the L. Our feet were barely touching in the corner of the couch.
The near constant display of lightning outside kept the room and our naked bodies illuminated.