Stranded in a Hotel - Pt. 01

"Sunday?! What do you mean, rebooked for Sunday?!" I shouted into the phone. My free hand rubbed my shaved head in impatience.

Ty looked at me and smirked so his dimples showed on one side. My ex had always referred to Ty as 'Dimples' when I'd tell work stories. He raised his eyebrows in a "What's going on?" way, as I pressed the phone harder against my ear, as if that would make the bad news easier to digest.

"Ok. Fine. I understand," I said in a tone that was obviously forced. I hung up. "FUUUUUCK!" I growled as I stuffed my phone into my pocket.

"Nathan, take a fucking breath. We won't die," Ty said, trying to talk me off the ledge. "Just tell me what's going on? No flights today, or tomorrow?"

It was a Friday and it had been a perfectly lovely day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing kind of a day. Ty and I had just finished a series of successful meetings with one of our biggest clients.

After we wrapped up a sales visit, we headed to the tiny local airport. There were only four gates. When our flight was postponed that afternoon, we figured we'd still get back home that night. Suddenly, Sophie in accounts payable called with the bad news. No flights.

Ironically, the few hotels in the small city were pretty booked up for a local "Great Outdoors" convention, but the company had found a single room for us for Friday and Saturday night.

Ty called the airlines too but there just wasn't any way to make it work. There was one seat left on a Saturday flight; it was five times the standard fare and one of us would be left behind anyway. We had to make the best of it.

When we arrived at the hotel, the staff was very understanding. It was late and the mostly empty lobby had just a few tired-looking people checking in. Lobby music was audible over the light chatter, punctuated by the clicking keyboards the staff used to get us all checked in.

The company would foot the bill for our food as well, of course. I started to relax and figured we would just make the best of it.

The well-dressed man at the front desk told us about the fitness center as well as the pool and hot tub. I like my suits and shirts to fit a certain way and I was glad I didn't have to miss a workout. Then he leaned forward and shared in low voice, "Now, as you know, the hotels in town are completely booked and have been for months. We had this one room; We don't usually book it at all." Ty and I exchanged skeptical glances.

He went on to explain that the room in question is separated from the other rooms in the hall by a stairway and that the laundry room for the entire building is on the other side of it. "You might hear some foot traffic from the stairway, but not too much. The laundry machines are pretty loud, but we typically only run them during daytime hours. As a courtesy, given your circumstances, I am leaving a note that you have been given permission to use the laundry facilities yourself if you have anything that needs washing tonight. The door is unlocked."

He proceeded to give us two room keys and directions to our room. We found our way down the dimly lit hall, around a corner and to the stairway. Sure enough, just past the stairway was a normal enough looking hotel room door. A heavy steel door further down the hall was marked UTILITY.

Ty sighed as I opened the door. We dragged our suitcases inside in silence. There was the standard hotel TV, desk, and office chair. A lounge chair by the window. A full-length mirror leaned against the wall for that "outfit check" you might want to do before going out.

And a single queen bed.

"You have got to be kidding. No fucking way," Ty said, running his fingers through the mop of curly blond hair on his head.

"It figures," I huffed, defeated. "I'm a pretty sound sleeper; I don't move around much. But if you want to sleep on the floor, be my guest."

"Uh, no. You can fucking sleep on the floor, asshole," Ty was laughing now. "It's fine. Two nights, no big deal. I promise not to kick you, ok?"

"Sounds good," I said.

It was late, but we'd been in town for 2 days and I was mostly out of clothes due to light packing. We decided to use the laundry room before calling it a night. I gathered up my dirty laundry into a bundle and looked down at the clothes I was wearing. Why not? Taking off my khakis, boxers, and shirt, I threw them in the bundle and walked naked to the bathroom to grab a towel to wrap around myself. I looked back over my shoulder to ask Ty if he wanted to do the same thing, but I choked on my words as I caught him staring at my ass in the mirror.

I cleared my throat and offered, "Hey, if you want to strip down, we can wash the clothes you are wearing too."

"Uh, nah. I'm good," he called back to me.

"Suit yourself."

Ty handed me his laundry and I peeked out the door. Seeing the coast was clear, I popped over to the laundry room to start the washer. I got everything in, figured out the soap situation, and started the large top-loading machine. Water poured in and I jumped when the door opened.

"Jeez!" I shouted when I saw Ty with a towel wrapped around his waist too.

"Changed my mind," he said, holding up a ball of dirty clothes.

He walked over and tossed them in the machine, closing it, and... dropping his towel in the process. We both laughed as he bent down to grab the hotel towel off the floor. When he was standing back up, I caught a glimpse of his long flaccid cock hanging between his legs. My eyes darted away and my eyebrows raised. Who knew?

Ty rambled about why he decided to throw his clothes in and we chatted for a minute about the absurdity of the whole situation. We left the laundry room and I turned to Ty, asking for the room key.

Oh shit.

Here we were. Two men in our thirties. My stout, hairy chest completely exposed, Ty's thin, nearly hairless frame shining bright. Standing in the hallway wrapped in hotel towels. Time stood still as my request for the key hung in the air. Suddenly, everything snapped into focus.

"Go back!" one of us whisper-shouted as we literally scurried back into the laundry and supply room. We were cracking up like a couple of teenagers as we closed the door behind us.

It was a medium-sized room, but full. There were shelves along the wall on two sides and a row of shelves down the middle. The back wall had the washers and dryers. Pacing around, we talked about what we should do. Finally, I offered to slip on my dirty clothes and just go ask for another room key from the front desk. We'd just checked in and they would definitely remember me. I went to open the washer, but it was already full of water and running its cycle and the door had locked.

I looked at Ty.

"I'm not risking a public indecency charge going to the front desk in a towel with no underwear on. No way, Nathan, not doing it," Ty said sternly.

"You're right. You're right."

We resolved to just wait it out in the supply closet. This was weird.

I sat down in an outdated brown chair with wooden arms. The old vinyl stuck to my leg where the towel didn't cover it. Looking around for another place to sit, Ty hoisted himself up on the washer. His towel fell open a bit as he sat down and he didn't bother to adjust it. I glanced at his limp dick, again, surprised by its fullness. Must be a "shower," as they say.

The washer hummed in the background and a blower fan on some equipment kicked on. It was eerily quiet otherwise and it felt strange to be separated from cell phones, TV, and even just the normalcy of a hotel room. It felt like we were outside of our lives or time. I had butterflies in my stomach, like when I'd skipped school way back.

"Gotta reschedule my Saturday night date now, man," Ty explained, shaking his head.

"Bummer. I didn't know you were seeing anyone, anything serious?"

"Not really? I don't know. We just started seeing each other. She's gorgeous and flirty though and things were... progressing. You know."

"Yeah," I chuckled silently.

"She's this dainty little thing, Nathan; I could pick her up and carry her. She's tiny."

"You like that, huh?"

"I like it all," Ty explained. "I like it if they're taller than me, strong, and could take me down. Curvy and soft, big, beautiful women. And tiny like a sprite or a fairy. It's like, at a restaurant, do you want to only get one thing every time? Taste the world, my friend, taste the world."

Ty started gesturing broadly with his hands as he spoke, like he was giving a TED talk on the virtues of variety. The way he said it was funny as hell and I was laughing along with him. His towel spread wider and I saw that plump flaccid cock with balls hanging as the washer finally moved to it's spin cycle. I looked away.

"Guess you have a point," I said, grinning. "There's a lot to appreciate in any woman."

"Or, any man?" Ty asked and then winked at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothin'. Just saying," Ty cleared his throat as he continued, "I mean, you can acknowledge that men can be attractive."

There was something in his tone that made me uncomfortable. I agreed, sure, you could admit that guys can look attractive. The conversation was stilted; it felt like I was missing something.

Ty changed the subject, asking me about my workout routine. I got excited. See, the gym is a big part of my life; I told him all about the four-day split I do, the gym I'm part of and before I knew it, the washer was finishing.

I went to help move the clothes over to the dryer and lost my towel in the process. At this point, my hands were full of wet, clean clothes and I didn't want to drop them in the process. Ty looked me over with no attempt to hide it.

"Like what you see, jerk?" I teased.

"Ok. Yeah, man. Like I was saying. I can acknowledge beauty or good looks or whatever. I asked about your workout routine because you have a good body. Broad chest, defined biceps, and you obviously don't skip leg day. That woman I was supposed to see this weekend has less of an ass than you do, dude. Well done!"

I blushed and sighed, "Well, thank you. Fair enough. And hey, you're not so bad yourself." It felt like the best I could do.

Ty punched me in the arm, saying, "Aw, come on, man, you can do better than that. I gave you a really specific compliment."

"Oh, well, uh, um, I..."I stammered.

I'd picked up the towel and was heading back to my chair, trying to figure out what the hell to say to him.

"Don't sweat it, Nathan. I was just bustin' your chops. Besides, I caught you checking out my cock earlier."

Instinctively, I jerked my head to look at him. Damn, those dimples and that smirk. My face felt hot as I replied, "Well, sure. It was kind of hard to miss that thing hanging between your legs. Your dimples are cute too."

"Well, now you're making me blush," Ty said, grinning. "I'm used to guys noticing in the locker room. Can't say I mind."

I glanced down again and could swear I saw the outline of a hard-on forming. We both started to talk, interrupting each other and then... then we just went quiet, looking down. I looked up as he leaned in; I thought he was embarrassed and going to say something. Then he just turned away. Damn it, that felt a lot like the end of a first date. Was Ty going to... no way. His face was bright red as he paced.

Things felt... strange. I sat back in the brown chair, and Ty grabbed a large box and went off into the space between some shelves. I heard him sit on it and sigh.

The dryer was droning and I slouched in the chair, leaning my head back. What a day. I must have dozed off for a minute because I woke up with a start. The dryer droned on, quiet otherwise. I adjusted and settled back in. That's when I heard the rhythmic sloppy sounds. It sounded like Ty was jerking off.

I felt a stirring under my towel. The dryer had 20 minutes to go still. And even when it was done, one of us had to get dressed and go ask for a room key. The steady stroking continued behind the supply shelf. I looked at the door. Surely no one would barge in.

I flipped my towel back, sitting naked at nearly midnight in this random hotel supply and laundry room. My six-inch cock was at full attention, standing up from my hairy body with no help from me. I gave it a dry tug, trying to be quiet.

squelch, squelch, squelch... God. The sound of it was hot.

Ty had a steady rhythm going and I tried to match it, holding my breath to try to be quieter. I could hear Ty panting, a little sigh here and there. It sounded sexy. As his pace increased slightly, so did mine, my body bouncing a bit. My chair started to let out a very slight rhythmic creak.

All at once, he stopped. When I realized he'd stopped, I stopped too.

"Nate?" Ty said softly.

His words hung in the air as the dryer continued tumbling. What should I do? Words caught in my throat. Fuck. He heard the chair.

"Nathan?" Ty repeated, and I heard movement from behind the shelf. I quickly slouched in the chair and tilted my head back, pretending to be asleep. In a hurry, I hadn't even covered myself up; my towel was open, my hard-on laying flat against my stomach.

I heard footsteps as Ty walked around the shelf and stopped. My cheeks got hot. I could feel his eyes on me.

Just go back behind the shelf, man. My heart was pounding. I could feel it and hear it in my ears.

The footsteps started again, coming closer.

"Nathan, come on man, don't pretend to be asleep; you caught me. God that's embarrassing, but less so now that I know you were into it or whatever."

My cheeks got hot, but I did not move. My cock, which had started to soften slightly, grew firmer. I could feel it moving the hairs on my stomach as it hardened.

"Fine, dude. You're asleep. Ok. Then you definitely won't mind if I jerk off right here."

I could hear the sloppy sounds again and my dick twitched.

"Just 'wake up' and jerk off with me, man. No big deal. Just think... it'll be different. Fun. Doesn't mean anything."

I did not move.

"Alright then," Ty said. I could hear him retreat, but come right back. I heard a couple of indistinct sounds and then I felt a hand touch my cock and something wet and cool. Something slippery. Some sort of lotion.

I let out the kind of sigh you let out when you are a child pretending to sleep. What the fuck is happening? He knows I'm awake. Massaging the lotion into my cock, Ty started to stroke.

Fuck this felt good. I was frozen, committed to play this out.

Ty's voice broke the silence. He wasn't whispering anymore, but there was a sexual tension in his tone that wasn't there before. He said, "Nathan, you should stop me if you don't like this. Stop me if you don't want it. Just pretend to move my hand in your 'sleep' or something."

I didn't move my arms or hands at all. Instead, I lifted my hips up to grind my cock into Ty's hand.

Ty laughed a little. The dryer tumbled along and he continued to give me a handjob. He twisted his hand every third stroke and, I have to admit, it felt incredible. I'd never felt the touch of a man and Ty's large strong hands felt different than anything I'd ever felt wrapped around my cock.

He moved his body closer to me, his left knee bumping my right knee, as he leaned down. His arm brushed mine as he put his left hand on the armrest to hold his weight.

"You've got a great cock man, really fucking sexy," he said. I felt his breath, just slightly against my chest hair. My body tensed, but my humping hips told him all he needed to know. He gripped my dick at the base, tightly like a cock ring does, and held it. Then he slid his hand up and down twice. His voice was husky, "God, I can feel your bulging fucking veins."

He adjusted a bit more, letting go of my cock briefly. I felt it and my eyes opened for a second. His thick, long, fully hard cock lay on my upper thigh. I hurriedly closed my eyes again as he grabbed my dick and resumed stroking, but now humping my leg with his cock.

I whimpered.

He continued, occasionally stopping to move his thumb in a delicious circle on the front side of my cock head.

I grunted.

He leaned forward and panted into my hair chest, then resting his forehead against my sternum.

I groaned; I moaned. This was not a passing sigh. This was a continuous, long moan. I took in air and continued.

Ty took my hand. I didn't resist and I didn't play dead. Our fingers interlocked for a few moments. Bringing my hand down between us, he positioned his cock on top of mine. He was big, bigger than mine. The base of his cock was slightly below my balls when the heads of our cocks were touching. Somehow, I knew what to do, wrapping my hand around us, holding our cocks together. I moved my other hand down, interlocking my fingers to dock our cocks together.

Lifting my head, my eyes shot open. Ty pulled his head back from my chest and looked into my eyes. I started to weakly say, "Look, Ty, maybe we shouldn't..." He interrupted me, saying, "Shhhh, just enjoy it." I lifted my hips in agreement and squeezed our cocks tightly together as he started to fuck, thrusting his hips forward.

The weight of his body on mine was different than anything I'd ever felt before; his thick, heavy cock against mine we making my head spin. His throbbing hardness grinding against the front of my cock was divine.

I felt all mixed up.

"Oh god, that feels good," I moaned in appreciation.

"Fuck yeah, man, your hot, fit, hairy body pressing against me feels so good," Ty said. He leaned his weight against me more fully now, moving his hand from the armrest to my hip. He was panting hard, thrusting his cock forward and back against mine. This was so different. I'd never in all my years of fucking around felt like I was being "taken" before.

The juxtaposition. My broad shoulders, tapered waist. His fit, but lankier body. My hairy body. His body with only wisps of hair, here and there. My average dick; his larger, meatier cock.

I looked at his face as he did most of the fucking. Or thrusting. Whatever. God, he looked so intense. I liked it, a lot. I could feel my orgasm building.

"Tyler, maybe we..." I said through gritted teeth.

"Shut the fuck up bro.," he responded, sliding his hand from my hip to my muscular ass, grabbing it with intensity. "Goddamn, what a fine ass."

He stood up taller now and slowed his pace. Three simple thrusts, then a pause. Me, slouched in this worn-out reception chair and him standing over me. My fist wrapped around our swollen dicks. I couldn't get the smile off my face looking up at him.

"You really like it?" he asked.

I nodded and bit my lower lip with his recent three thrusts. We were both on the edge. "You?"

"Fuck yeah. Can't believe," he gasped and paused and I could feel his dick swell as he clenched, holding back. "I can't believe this is. Happening."

"Just go with it, right?"

"Right. When I cum, Nate, where..."

I gave our cocks a squeeze and fucked back against him and said, "Just go with it."

He looked down at our engorged cocks and moved my hand. Pursing his lips, he spit down onto them twice. Fuck, that was hot. He leaned down and took my right hand, bringing it up to his mouth as he lightly humped against me. Sticking out his tongue, he licked my palm sloppily, sucked on two of my fingers seductively, and then spit into my hand before moving it back to our dicks.

I wrapped my fingers just around his cock first. My thumb didn't meet any of my fingers. Holy shit. I stroked his cock with a loose hand and then pressed down against his pubic bone, holding my hand there. He grunted as we both looked own at his beautiful dick. A thick bead of cum formed at the tip and started to drip down onto the front of my cock. He grinned broadly and then his face softened into that fucking cocky smirk.

I wiped the bead of cum onto the tip of my index finger and brought it to my lips, sticking out my tongue to taste it. Ty leaned down, his forehead against mine, our eyes locked. His breath felt hot against me. I moved my mouth forward and our lips grazed, slowly. I noticed the roughness of his face as his tongue darted forward to taste himself on my lips, my tongue. He pulled back with a smile.

I couldn't help but smile back as he moved back into position, rubbing his cock on mine. The lust in his eyes made me dizzy as he started to thrust faster. I could feel my dick leaking too and the frotting was getting sloppier by the minute. The built-up tension, the edging, it had its effect on me and now my orgasm was coming at me like a tidal wave.

"Unnnnnnnn, yes, yes, yes," I moaned and panted.

"That's good, baby, that's good, let it feel so good," Ty said, his hips moving at a smooth, quick pace.

I gave zero fucks that he had just called me baby. In fact, I love a little verbal encouragement, even if I'm used to it coming from a woman instead of my co-worker who is hung like a horse.

"Gonna shoot our fucking loads together, Nate. Shoot that cum for me, baby, shoot that cum all over my dick."

My teeth clenched and I called out, "I'm gonna. I'm gonna...."

The pace of Ty's thrusting picked up. He gripped my hips while I gripped our cocks. He growled, sweat on his brow, and his face beaming with passion and ferocity. That did it for me.

"Oh, oh, fuuuuuck...."

Cum shot out of my cock, against my stomach, five heavy spurts. Ty's long thrusts went past my cock head and our grinding got a little slipperier, then settled into a short and rapid pattern as his orgasm overtook him. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out as I felt his cock pulsing and bucking in my hands. The first shot hit my belly button hard and the rest poured onto my cock underneath him.

He leaned down and nuzzled his face into my shoulder, panting and catching his breath. I didn't know what to do with my hands as our hardness receded. I reached around him, embracing him, but also feeling suddenly awkward, my heart beating hard in my chest. Feeling my sticky hand on his back, he chuckled and gave my shoulder a peck of a kiss as he stood up.

The dryer tumbled to a stop and we both looked at it.

Ty walked around the shelf to get his pants. Catching my breath, I looked at my hand, thick, white cum on the back of my fingers. I absentmindedly licked it off before grabbing a towel from a shelf. Only then did it occur to me that I didn't even know if it was my cum.

We cleaned up as best we could in the utility closet and gathered our laundry in silence. A room key fell out of the dryer. We both started laughing.

"You know," Ty said, "I'm, uh, glad we thought we didn't have the room key." He gave me a wink as he said it.

"It's cool, yeah. No regrets."

It was really late. We got back to our room and crawled into bed. I was exhausted, but I couldn't go to sleep. Ty was passed out in about ten minutes. Lying there in the silence, his even breathing next to me, my cock stirred, hardening fully. I replayed what had happened, enjoying the fantasy, before starting to worry that the morning might be awkward. At some point, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was lying on my back and Ty was curled up next to me, his morning wood pressing into my hip.

I slipped out of bed quietly, without waking Ty and went into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I replayed the events of last night, looking down at my hard, throbbing dick.