The Truth

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CHAPTER FOUR

William Morgan

It's early autumn and I'm on vacation.

Lying on the bed of this small hotel room, I'm watching a sitcom on TV. I'm not really paying that much attention though.

Some holiday this is! Having checked in a few days ago, I haven't gone anywhere, except to the local fast-food joint. I've not even been down to the beach.

I'm still too nervous to go out. Instead, I've started reading a lot of books on my iPad.

At least the guys in the books are honest, kind, kinky when I want them to be, and in no way able to take any of their shit out on me.

I saw Joshua once again after our last encounter but he acted weird. He spent an entire evening trying to convince me that it had been a mistake and that he was actually straight.

Whatever.

Earlier, when I came back from getting some lunch, the manager of the hotel, Gavin, who I guess is about my age or younger, was at reception and greeted me with a beautiful smile.

He is very sexy. There's no other way to describe him. He keeps his long, black hair tied back and he has a Mediterranean complexion. But I spoke to him at breakfast yesterday and discovered that he's actually of Irish decent, with some Spanish ancestry somewhere in there.

What a hot combination!

His button nose rates him high on the "cute" scale, but that's where it ends. His deep-set, black eyes, thick eyebrows, strong jaw, and brilliant smile make him damn edible.

The fact that he has a firm bubble-butt, accentuated by his tight-fitting trousers, makes him all the more pleasing to the eye. He bites his bottom lip every now and then, leaving it wet with saliva. I want to seduce him!

To add fuel to the fire, he's incredibly courteous. At first, I was a little suspicious, but then I realized he was like that with all the guests, especially the women.

He's more candid with the guys and macho and isn't averse to slapping a male guest on the back when sharing a joke or wishing them a pleasant day.

Definitely a player in my opinion. And of course, straight.

Again.

On the other hand, he isn't offensive in any way, to anyone, and seems to read every person instinctively. He appears to quickly figure out how far he can push his charm with everyone he meets. Gavin, the hunk, is a testament to his profession and it's also something else to watch him working. I have caught myself a few times staring at him.

Occasionally, he'd spot me staring and wink and smile politely. I always try and glance away quickly. The winking always gets my heart racing. It's like a promise of something to come but he's straight and he's probably just good at his job.

I switch off the television then get my iPad out of my bag and continue reading a novel I'm about halfway through. It's part of a series of love stories involving various characters from the first novel and I enjoy living vicariously through their trials and tribulations.

After reading a few chapters, I hear three successive knocks at the door.

"Management!"

It sounds like Gavin. My heart fluttering, I open the door, and he's standing at attention, his hands behind his back.

He looks dapper. And damn sexy.

"Hi. Is there a problem?" I ask.

"None, sir."

"I told you to stop calling me sir. My name is Will."

"Old habits, you know," he says with a wink.

I wish he would stop doing that. It's distracting. Why do all the hot guys have to be straight?

I focus. "So, why are you here?"

"I notice you've been spending a lot of time on your own and wondered if you would like some company this evening. I just came off shift and want to go get a bite to eat at the Chinese restaurant down the road. So, instead of both of us being alone tonight, why don't you join me?"

My first thought is to decline, but this might hurt his feelings. He's been nothing but pleasant to me these last few days.

"Sure. I'll quickly have a shower and meet you downstairs? Give me about fifteen minutes."

"I'll be waiting." He turns on his heels and heads down the passage towards the stairs.

I close the door and get undressed while searching my suitcase for something to wear. A pair of grey trousers and a loose black sweater seems appropriate.

After I finish showering, I spray some deodorant under my arms and get dressed. I brush my teeth and comb my hair. This isn't a date, I remind myself. I grab my wallet on my way out.

Downstairs, he is sitting on one of the chairs in the reception area.

He gets up to meet me halfway and his walk is confident. "Feel better?"

What's that supposed to mean... I frown. "Yes. Thanks."

He picks up on my slight annoyance. "I mean. Are you up and ready for some Chinese?"

"Sure," I say with an awkward grin.

He gently takes my elbow and directs me to the entrance. I exit in front of him.

Outside, he unlocks his car with a remote control and opens the passenger door. He waits for me to get in then goes around the front of the car and hops into the driver's seat.

"Buckle up," he orders.

I pull down the seat belt and latch it into place. He does the same.

He starts the car and we head off.

Just as we turn onto the main road, he quips, "If you don't mind me asking, are you hiding from someone or something?"

I'm startled and consider telling him it's none of his business.

"No. I'm on holiday," I say instead.

"Holiday?"

"Yes."

He keeps quiet for a few seconds. Then, "Not much of a holiday if you're staying inside the hotel all the time."

"I just enjoy my own company. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"I suppose not." He narrows his eyes and purses his lips.

He's not buying it.

When we get to the restaurant, he tells me to sit tight. He quickly gets out, walks around the front of the car and opens my door for me.

I can't figure out what he's up to. He makes it seem so normal, but surely, he realizes that opening a car door for another guy isn't customary.

We walk towards the restaurant and he steps in front of me to open the door to let me enter ahead of him.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Table for two?" the waiter asks.

"Yes, thank you," Gavin responds politely.

At the waiter's request, we follow him to a table in the center of the restaurant.

Gavin asks him for one in the far corner, near the back. The waiter looks closely at us for a second, nods, and leads us to table near the far end of the restaurant.

Once at the table, Gavin pulls out a chair and indicates for me to sit, before he pushes my chair in for me and sits down himself.

The waiter hands us the menus then heads back to the kitchen.

"What are we going to drink? And since I invited you, this is my treat." Gavin peers at me over the top of his menu.

I raise my eyebrows. Is this guy for real? "You sure?"

He smiles. His eyes are a warm shade of black tonight.

"I'll just have a water. You know, Chinese food can be rich and I don't want an upset stomach."

"We wouldn't want that," he says with a wink.

Damn, there he goes with that cute winking thing again... My dick starts to stiffen. I shift my position in my chair.

We order our drinks, and he decides to also have water. I order the sweet and sour chicken and he goes for the crispy duck.

While eating, we chat away and I get to know him a little better. For instance, I learn that he actually lives at the hotel and has been single for a while.

I can hardly believe that...

As if he knows what I'm thinking, he goes on to tell me that he broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago because they didn't share the same ideals. She didn't like the fact that he worked long hours, and she wanted to go out partying most of the time.

He tells me that he has clear plans for what he wants to achieve in life. I decide not to pry about what they are exactly and we chat further, mostly about him.

The waiter takes the plates away. We both order some more water, and I listen closely to the amusing stories he tells me about some of the experiences he's had with guests at the hotel. Some of his stories are hysterical and I end up laughing a lot! This is turning out to be a great evening.

A little later he asks me if we should head out and I agree.

We drive back to the hotel, and he walks me to my room.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," I say.

"No. Thank you. I had a great time."

I swipe my room card and go inside. "Night, Gavin."

"Good night, Will."

Finally, my name...!

He leaves and I close the door. I press my forehead to the back of the door. Why do the nice, hot ones have to be straight?

With a sigh, I get ready for bed. I slip under the covers and reach for my iPad.

I don't need any inspiration for jerking off tonight but decide to unwind a little first, before I give into the fantasy.

About ten minutes later, there's a knock at my door. Annoyed, I get up to see who it is.

I look through the peep-hole. Gavin is standing there. He's in a T-shirt and what looks like, from what I can make out, a pair of shorts with an elastic waistband. Is he wearing his pyjamas?

Curious, I open the door. "Hi."

"Can I come in?" He licks his bottom lip and looks slightly nervous.

"Sure. Forgot something?" I let him in.

We stand there for a few seconds. He shifts his feet and rubs the back of his neck. I sense that he's working up the courage to say something.

Strange behavior for him.

"...I wanted to give you a goodnight kiss," he says softly.

Huh? I'm struck speechless. He moves close to me and gently wraps his strong arms around me.

My heart starts racing and my dick rises to full attention.

He kisses me delicately. The gentle brush of his lips against mine is heavenly. He parts my lips with his tongue, and I press myself into him. His erection grows and stabs at me through his shorts.

He kisses me more forcefully, and I succumb to his control.

His smell is utterly intoxicating... the pheromones overwhelm me to the point of dizziness. He tastes like chocolate and vanilla...

I grasp for his dick.

He lets me go.

"Let me. Please?"

He takes hold of my dick with his right hand and strokes it through my boxers. With his other hand, he inserts his index finger into my waistband and pulls my boxers away from my waist. He lets go of my dick and puts his hand down my boxers to stroke me further.

I moan softly. Is this really happening?

Releasing me, he leads me to the bed and pushes me down so I am spread out across it. He pulls down my boxers and my dick stands loud and proud. Its eye is curved towards him.

At first, he firmly grabs hold of my feet and then begins to move slowly up my legs, climbing onto the bed with his legs astride me.

By now he's sitting just above my knees, lowering his face and then gazes up at me with those sexy, deep-set eyes. Entranced, I reach behind his neck and release his ponytail. His black hair cascades around his face and shoulders. He keeps gazing at me from beneath his thick black eyebrows. Oh God, he's damn handsome.

Farther down, his dick is tenting towards me with the promise of more to come. My body tingles in anticipation.

He motions with his chin toward my dick. "Can I?"

I nod.

He lowers his mouth on to my dick and sucks the tip as if he's tasting a lollipop. Swirling his tongue around the head, he then licks its sides, up and down and around.

"Oh Gavin..."

"Am I doing it right?"

Fuck, yes you are. I nod and he continues.

"Mmm..." he murmurs while still licking my head.

He then takes a deep breath in and takes my whole dick into his mouth, as far as he can.

I gasp!

His tongue never stops swirling, and the heat of his mouth is heaven.

I swear, his intoxicating smell is filling the whole room by now. I tilt my head back and savor the sensation of his mouth on me and the delicious odor of sex that's enveloping us.

I don't want this to end too soon. But if I let him carry on like this, it'll be over in a matter of minutes.

I sit up. "Please stop."

He lets go of me and looks at me with a worried expression. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"No, not at all. I just want to return the favor. Please..."

"Oh, ok."

He stands. His pre-cum is seeping through the white fabric of his shorts. It's obvious he isn't wearing any underwear.

I scoot down to the edge of the bed and slowly pull his shorts down, bending his dick downwards. It slips free and springs back into a fully upright, erect position.

He steps out of his shorts. His dick is pointing straight at me. Just how I want it.

He has a strange scar just below the head. A botched circumcision? It makes it more appetizing, and I take him into my mouth.

I slide my tongue at the bottom of his shaft and around the sides, creating lots of spit, which I use to give his dick a bath and then take him all the way down to the back of my throat. It feels perfect.

He groans, but keeps still.

Sucking softly, I lift my head back up and then go down on him again, repeating this for a while. He tastes so good, salty and tangy.

He moans. "Thank you."

What? I stop and let go of him. "Thank you?"

He's blushing and I kinda feel bad. Such a sweet guy and nothing like the self-assured manager I've come to know over the last few days.

"You're most welcome."

I put his dick in my mouth again and continue where I left off. After a few minutes, I let go of him.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I ask.

"No."

I can't hide my disappointment.

"I want you to fuck me. But I want you to please be careful because I've never done anything like this before."

Come again? "Are you sure?" Surprised, my eyes must be really wide.

He blushes even more, his olive complexion now flecked with a tinge of purple at his cheeks. "Yes...please?"

I always carry lubricant and condoms with me wherever I go. Even though I haven't planned on getting laid anytime soon, I have some with me. One never knows when you might run into an old, trusted flame or anyone else for that matter. Like a swarthy hunk.

I sit myself up and ask him to go lie on his back across the bed.

He takes off his T-shirt and does as he's told.

I fetch the lube and condoms and put them next to him on the bed.

Pushing his legs apart, I kneel between them. I then bend his knees for him and let them rest on either side of me. Being now so very close to his perfect bubble-butt, which has slowly been opening up to me, I'm salivating. Man, he has a sexy butt with a fine layer of hair. But not too much.

I go down on his balls, taking one and then the other in my mouth, sucking gently on them. Then I run my tongue over his perineum and back up again.

His banus zone tastes fucking delicious!

I look at his hole. It's tight. No one has ever been there. Hmm, he appears to be telling the truth. Why wouldn't he? And how would one know for certain.

While I'm sucking his dick, and lapping up the aroma and flavors of his balls, I reach for a pillow and position it under his butt to raise his ass higher.

I grab the lube and squirt some on my fingers. Then I take my one finger and softly rub it around his tight pucker.

He groans at my touch.

I rub it a little longer in a circular motion and then push one finger into him slowly.

"Ouch!"

"Push as if you're having a shit," I tell him.

He does that as I continue inserting my finger, and he seems to handle it better. I carry on finger-fucking him and then I add another digit.

I search for his prostate and eventually find it. I rub against it gently.

"Damn!" His body twitches.

I wiggle my fingers around to try and stretch him. His virgin hole is snug, and I will definitely hurt him if I don't prepare him properly.

I take my time.

"I need your dick inside me. Please?"

I stop with my fingers and look up at him. "It'll hurt if you're not ready."

"I don't care, please fuck me." He's breathing heavily. His eyes are intense and full of lust.

I withdraw my fingers carefully and grab the condom.

"No condom please. I want to feel you, and I want you to enjoy it too."

"That's not responsible, Gavin. And of course, I'll still enjoy it. It's obvious that you haven't been with anyone in this way, but I have."

"When was the last time you were tested?"

"About two months ago. The results were negative."

"Have you had sex since then?"

"No."

"Then please don't use a condom."

He is so desperate at this point that I grab the lube, squirt a load on to my hand and smear it on my dick. I make sure I have copious amounts of it on me and also on his hole.

"Please!"

I lift his legs and place them over my shoulders.

I point my tip at his entrance and push in.

He yelps.

I stop and pull out.

"No! No. Carry on, please?"

Ok, I am perplexed... He obviously wants to see how far he can take it.

At this point I'm completely intoxicated by him and am so focused on his pleasure that I can't think of anything else. His sphincter muscles grip around me like a vice, and I'm battling to push myself into him. My dick actually bends at his resistance. I consider pulling out to add more lubricant, but he leans forward and grabs my ass. I quickly adjust my angle as he guides me into him.

He whimpers. "Please fuck me."

I push until I'm in up to the hilt and slowly start moving in and out. Again, he grabs me to spur me on and I plough into him.

His muscles remain tight around me, and I feel every inch of his insides gripping my dick firmly. It's hot as hell in there.

I shiver.

I pummel him harder and harder, faster and faster, and my chest heaves from the stress of the exertion.

He's now grunting to the point of shouting. It spurs me on to fuck him harder. I wonder if I can make him scream...

This devilish thought prompts me to pound away. I'd like to ram him right into the next room!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Will!" he screams.

What about the other guests in the hotel? No, I don't care.

His wish is my command, and I do not disappoint. I fuck the fear out of him! Out of me.

I thrust and thrust and thrust and go and go until my heart pounds so hard it might explode. My ears are ringing and I've lost the ability to focus on anything except that tight little hole squeezing my dick with all its might.

By now he's jacking off like a maniac. "I'm cumming! Oh God! Will!! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!!"

With that he erupts and shoots his load all over his stomach and onto his right bicep He grips my dick tighter and strangles it with his ass muscles. I can barely maintain my rhythm from the vice grip he has me in.

My sudden orgasm hits me from left field. "Oh, motherfucking hell!"

I shoot my load into him, thrusting deeper and harder, as I continue bombarding his insides with my cum.

Eventually I slow down, and we are both breathing heavily. My throat rasps with every breath I take and my lungs are on fire.

After a while, I pull out and some of my cum runs out of him and onto the bed.

I let his legs slip off my shoulders and I sink down on him, resting my head on his stomach. The soft happy-trail on his tummy cushions my cheek. His rapid breathing makes my head bob up and down on his stomach. He touches my hair, softly massages my scalp and wraps his legs around my back.

We remain like this until our breathing eases up and slows down.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"Thank you," I manage.

For a while we are just still. Neither one of us seems to be in any hurry to leave. I feel myself drifting off.

"Let's get into bed," he says, and we both get in.

He sets the alarm on the headboard for 5 a.m. I fall asleep with my head on his chest.

The next morning, I hear neither the alarm nor him leaving.

At around 8:40 a.m., I wake up to find him in my room with a cup of coffee and a tray of croissants. He must have let himself in with some kind of master key.

He serves it to me in bed.

In his usual work clothes, with his hair tied up in a sexy kind of ponytail style, He's once again the suave gentleman I originally came to know. But he still bends down to kiss me on the lips.

"Good morning, sunshine. You sleep well?"

"Yes, thanks," I say with a sly smile.

"Good. I have some work to do but I'll see you later this afternoon. Meet me at around 5:00 p.m. and we'll organize our plans for this evening. Ok?"

"Sure." I smile. Him and his plans.

Whenever we could, Gavin and I spent the rest of my three-week holiday in bed. He even returned the favor and fucked me a few times. Although, it felt more like making love.

His staff and the other guests didn't seem to notice, since we were really discreet and whenever I was at reception, we would both act normally. Well normal behavior for a guest and a hotel manager, that is. Every now and then he'd sneak a knowing wink at me when no one was watching.

But as the case is with all holidays, this one had to end and it was difficult to say goodbye. We exchanged numbers but I told myself not to expect anything. Even though, I must admit, I was falling for him.

He did surprise me with a late-night phone call a day after I got back, and we ended up having phone sex, describing to each other, in detail, what we were doing to each other's bodies. Jerking off together over the phone was poor compensation for not having him physically next to me.

This carried on for a few weeks and then it became just too difficult to keep up. Life is like that sometimes. Punishing ourselves was not going to make it any easier, so we decided then and there to just be friends.

These days he gives me a call about every week or so and we keep up to date with each other's lives.

Meanwhile, I've slipped back into my routine, and everyone has noticed that I'm back to my old self. I'm actually even better, some say!

I can't help but smile when someone notices.

It's afternoon now and I'm in my office, quickly sorting out some paperwork. The office is more of a makeshift closet, but it serves its purpose.

The owners, Mike and Georgia, mostly handle the lunch shift and had hired me as their manager to take care of the evening shift while they go supervise their other restaurant in the city. It's closer to where they live on the other side of town.

"Will."

I look up to see Samantha popping her head through the door. "Yes?"

"There's a guy in front looking for a job."

"Ask him to leave his contact details. You know how we handle these kinds of requests."

"Oh no. I think you should handle this one yourself," she says with a smile.

"Really? I'm busy, Sam."

"Trust me." And with a cheeky grin, she disappears.

I sigh. get up and walk into the restaurant, but can't see anybody standing around near the entrance. The other waiters are gathered around someone who's seated at one of the tables. I can't see the person. We are between serving times, so the place is without any customers.

I walk right up to the waiters and cough behind them. "Don't you guys have work to do? Look at the tables in section four. You haven't finished setting them up yet."

"Sorry, Will," they respond in unison.

Samantha comes over and stands next to me.

"Will, meet Stephen. He's looking for a waiter's position here."

I can see him. Oh yes, can I see him. He stands. This Adonis, fallen from the sky and gracing us mere mortals with his presence is something to behold...

In front of me is a man of about six foot six, with a martial arts body, broad shoulders, small waist, firm jaw, deep-set turquoise-blue eyes, short coiffed black hair and the smile of a thousand suns!

A shiver runs though me, and I stick my hand out to greet him.

"Good day, sir." He takes my hand into his firm grip.

"Call me...Will." I'm suddenly annoyed with myself for being so taken by him.

"I believe you're looking for a job as a waiter?"

"Yes, sir...I mean Will."

A Boy Scout perhaps? No, he's too old. Ex-military? No, he's too young for that. He must be about twenty or so, but already a man.

This guy is fit and simply exudes confidence. He demands respect in an unassuming way and I'm sure he gets it. I detest the dazzling effect he has on me but my customers will swoon over him! Especially the ladies. Even some of the men.

"Do you have any experience? Did you bring your résumé?"

"No, s...Will, but I'm willing to learn, if you'd give me a chance?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Fine." I holler over my shoulder, "Sam, he's yours, take care of him."

He narrows his eyes.

"He means I should start training you," Samantha informs him with an encouraging smile.

I get back to my office and plonk down in my chair. My heart is racing, and I have a knot in my stomach. I shake my head. That's a damn testament to genetics, if I've ever seen one.

I've seen some of these demigods in magazines and in the movies, but have always presumed they were "doctored" or photoshopped for greater visual appeal. To see one in the flesh wasn't only a surprise but an event! Why would he want to be a waiter? With looks like that, he could easily be a model or even become a movie star. Can he possibly sing?

I calm myself down and continue with what I was doing before I met the Sun god...

After a while, the restaurant becomes noisier so I get up, straighten my tie, and walk out to the restaurant floor. The place is buzzing with guests and harried servers. I dodge one carrying a full platter. It's going to be a busy night.

Stephen is in one corner. The other waiters have already gotten him, somehow, into a pair of black trousers and a formal shirt. His bow tie is slightly crooked and he looks adorable.

Samantha is explaining something to him.

I transform into the ringmaster. With a brilliant smile, I walk up to one of the tables.

The rest of the night, I'm on my feet. At some point, I even change my shoes to alleviate the pain. A trick I learnt from an old lady a few years ago. She had worked in retail for over forty years and recommended that I change my shoes at least once during every shift and assured me that it would relieve my aching soles. It turned out to be great advice.

Later that night I'm in my office, reconciling the bills with payments, when I hear a gentle knock on the doorframe.

I look up. "Yes, Stephen?"

Damn he's gorgeous... The guy doesn't even look like he has worked at all tonight, except for his hair that's slightly messier, in a wholesome, boyish way. He does have a marginally overwhelmed expression on his face though.

"I wanted to say thank you for the opportunity, Will. I really appreciate it."

"No worries. I saw you working tonight and you definitely have the charm for the job. Sam also says you're catching on quick. Did she tell you that we'll be giving you a test in a week to see if you know our menus and wine selection back to front?"

"Yes, she did. No hassles. I'll ace it."

"Good. Anything else?"

"No thanks. I'm out of here."

"Great. See you tomorrow, Stephen."

And with a quick goodbye, he disappears.

I sit back and adjust my hardening dick. I'm not prone to fraternizing with the staff, and my body responding this way is a first. I like to keep my work separate from my private life in all aspects. Sure, one would have to be brain-dead not to know I'm gay, but that's as far as it goes.

I've had a few suggestive offers thrown my way over the years but I've shrugged them off as politely as possible, without infringing on anyone's dignity. One waiter recently left after working here for about a month, because he had been flirting with me unabashedly and I wasn't biting. I think he called me a frigid bitch when he left.

I leave the restaurant around 12:20 a.m. and head home. I have a car now and am grateful for the quiet roads. Driving is safer than taking the train at night so it is easier to avoid any would-be attackers.

It's just a small, silver car with manual transmission, previously owned, but in good condition, with only a few thousand miles on the odometer. In any case, I took out auto-rescue insurance in case I possibly ran into any technical problems.

Sometimes I still shiver with fear when I remember Anthony.

It's morning. I wake up with a start and look at my cell phone for the time. It's 9:57a.m.

I have nothing specific to do this morning and decide to try and get some more sleep.

There's a sudden knock at the front door.

I get up. Shit, I'm sporting morning wood and am only wearing boxers. Once at the door, I look through the peephole.

Philip. A nice uncomplicated surprise.

I open the door for him and let him in.

He puts down his briefcase.

I've seen him once since our first meeting. In the meantime, I managed to find out that he's in fact a lawyer. This is the reason he's in my neck of the woods, and since the courthouse is right next door, it makes the obvious booty call rather convenient.

After my inspiration last night, I'm actually in the mood and in any case, I still have the welcoming flag.

He walks over to me and we get busy. Being in charge is his thing now and he doesn't want me to speak.

As usual, he fucks me like a stallion, and I make sure to stay away from my curtains. That unfortunate incident had set me back a bit, having had to re-drill the holes in the wall and refit the curtain rail. The strange looks from the superintendent and his handyman were enough to dissuade me from repeating that mistake again.

This time Philip has me bent over the kitchen sink, with my boxers pulled down. He pounds into me while holding on to my shoulders with both his hands.

I jerk myself off and cum into the sink just before he shoots his own load.

We exchange some pleasantries and a promise to see each other again before he leaves.

At least this time he shuts the door.

I must admit I was thinking of Stephen the whole time in my head, imagining that it was him pummelling away at me.

I must stop this. It'll get me into trouble.