Night Three at The Abbotsford Hotel

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Authors Note:

Hi Everyone,

I just wanted to say a quick thank you for your interest in this series. This is my first time writing and it means so much to see people enjoying Richard and Ash's story. For new readers, I strongly recommend starting at Night One so you can see the growth of these two characters but the choice is yours.

All characters are over the age of 18.

Happy Reading,

Weston

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CLANG!

The weights in the cable machine slammed together as Richard finished another set of pec flyes. He took a minute to catch his breath as he looked around the space.

For a hotel gym, it was nicely equipped with a variety of weight machines, free weights, a cardio area, and an open floor section for stretching. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors covered every wall as the fluorescent lights gave off a gentle hum. The hotel was even generous enough to included separate locker rooms and saunas to decompress after the workout.

Richard checked the clock. Thirty minutes till closing.

Just as Richard was ready to start another set, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir, are you using this?" asked a familiar voice.

He looked up to see Ash smiling at him, standing in front of a padded yoga mat opposite Richard's machine. He wore a black band tee from The 1975 and some green workout shorts with white piping. The 3-inch inseam showed off his soft, tantalizing thighs and cupped his bulge snugly.

Richard smiled back, but he was mindful of the two other people in the gym. An older man in his mid-40s was doing curls in the free-weight area while a woman in her early 20s panted on a stair climber.

"It's all yours," Richard replied.

"Awesome, thanks buddy."

Buddy, is that what I am? Richard wondered, as his thoughts drifted to their previous night.

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Richard held Ash as the boy regained his composure, continuing to offer words of support and comforting strokes. Losing your virginity is an emotional experience, but Ash had also seemingly been forced to reckon with his identity and insecurities in the aftermath.

Richard loved being there to care for him, but he felt obligated to be honest with Ash.

"I'm so glad we shared this experience together," Richard said as he brushed the boy's hair out of his face. "I care about you, and I want to continue this while we're here, if that's what you want."

God, this sucks.

"But I don't want to lead you on. I don't want you to think that this is going to become something more."

"You mean we're not getting married?" Ash asked sadly.

Richard froze.

What have I done? How could I have let him think that? God, I'm such an asshole.

Ash playfully slapped him. "I'm messing with you."

Richard exhaled. "That was mean."

"I know," Ash said with a smile. "I get it. This was just crazy, beautiful, random luck. No riding off into the sunset." There was a reluctant acceptance in the boy's voice. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the next few days."

The two shared a kiss as they got out from the sheets and dressed.

"I'm really glad it was you," Ash said as he gently closed the door.

Richard was left alone with his thoughts.

I know what I said was right. I'm just not sure I actually believe it.

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Ash sat down on the mat, put his left leg forward, and started reaching. "Oof. I'm so tight today."

He's taunting me.

Richard began another set of pec flyes. Stay focused. One, two, three--

He looked up to see that Ash had switched positions. His legs were spread in a 'V' in front of him, his tiny shorts ridden up even further to reveal his upper thighs and framed his bulge perfectly. Ash reached forward, pulling himself further into a deep stretch and letting out a "Mmmmm" as he held the position.

Four, five, six

Richard tried to focus, but he couldn't help himself. He could feel the blood rushing out of his muscles to somewhere more distracting. He looked back up to see Ash fully stretched on the mat in front of him. His chest flat on the ground and his ass sticking up like a ripe peach.

SEVEN. EIGHT. NINE. TEN.

CLANG!

Richard let out an audible "Ugh" as the weights slammed together. He was grateful his workout shorts had a built-in liner, which kept his manhood restrained against his thigh instead of letting it spring forward.

"Do you have a sec?" Ash asked coyly.

"Yeah, how can I help?" Richard replied, chest heaving from both the workout and his passions.

"Do you think you can crack my back? It'll just take a second."

"What would you like me to do?" Richard asked.

"So, I'm going to cross my arms," Ash demonstrated by doing a self-hug gesture. "All I need from you is to grab me and lean back until you hear a 'pop.' It's always a huge relief!"

This is torture. He's excellent at pretending this is normal. Let's see how he likes it.

"Sure! Happy to help, buddy!"

Richard took his place behind Ash and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. His hands brushed the front of Ash's tiny shorts.

"Is this right?" Richard asked innocently as his fingers slowly teased Ash's cock through the fabric.

"That's close," Ash said, swallowing. "But just wrap your arms around mine."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Richard replied as he slowly uncrossed his arms and left his hands at the boy's hips for a few extra seconds. "I've never done this before."

Richard gave Ash's hips a sensual rub before covering the boy's crossed arms with his own.

"That's it. Now just get a bit closer," Ash said, as he backed into Richard's crotch.

Fuck.

Ash's ass was rubbing against his cock now; it felt heavenly, but Richard could also feel something else. Like something hard was in his back pocket.

"Then just bend me down and stretch me up," the boy whispered.

Richard did as he was told. He folded the boy down and then leaned back, stretching upwards, and was met with a satisfying crack.

"Oh, that felt amazing. Could you do me again?"

Clever little shit.

Richard folded him over one more time and felt the hardness again. It took him a few moments, but just as he was stretching Ash upward, he realized--

He's wearing a butt plug.

"Thanks for your help. What's your name, friend?" Ash asked with a smirk.

"I'm Richard," he responded. "Just let me know if you need any help. I'm kind of a gym expert. Anything you need, I'm the plug."

Ash flashed a knowing smile.

Game on.

They were interrupted by a slam. The woman on the stair climber had left, leaving just the older man in the free-weight section.

Richard went over to the leg machines, hoping the blood would flow somewhere else for a minute so he could think. He chose the equipment sometimes referred to as the 'prude' machine or the seated hip adductor. The starting position splayed your legs open, and the exercise was to bring your legs together, working the inner thighs. Richard started working and was a few reps in when he heard--

"Oh, that looks interesting! I think I'm gonna try this one," called Ash.

Ash conveniently chose the machine directly facing him, often referred to as the 'slut' machine or the seated hip abductor. The machine basically worked in reverse. You started with your legs closed, and the exercise was to force them open, working your outer thighs and glute muscles.

This boy will be the end of me.

Ash adjusted the weight and started working. Each time the boy's legs spread open, his shorts rode up a little higher, exposing even more of his thigh and making his bulge more prominent. Richard tried to focus on his workout, but he knew by now it was a losing game. Especially when Ash started adding a gentle "Ungh" to each of his reps.

They traded back and forth, the boy's exertions getting more and more sexual while Richard's exhales got more and more bestial. Back and forth they danced until it was broken by another slam.

The other man had left the gym. They were alone now.

The two immediately got up from their machines and crashed into each other. Their kiss was desperate and fervent, the culmination of the past minutes of forbidden touch. After a minute, they broke apart and breathed heavily.

"What were you thinking?" Richard asked.

"I was thinking you're clearly in shape," Ash replied as he rubbed Richard's arm. He was already larger than the boy, but his muscles were pulsing in the aftermath of his workout, emphasizing their size difference.

"And if I'm looking for a hot, muscular guy, a great place to start would be here."

"You're going to pay for teasing me," Richard growled.

"Good."

The two stumbled their way to the locker room as they began tearing at each other's bodies. The room was empty, but in their state, they wouldn't have noticed otherwise. They tore off their shirts and continued ravishing each other. Ash jumped into Richard's arms and wrapped his legs around his man. Richard carried him until they hit the wall. After a minute, Richard set the boy down and took down his shorts. Ash's ass was beautiful as ever, and a tiny gold stem with a jeweled handle stuck out from his precious opening.

"I can't wait to throw this thing in the garbage," Richard said as he gripped the jeweled base.

"Later," Ash breathed.

Ash fell to his knee and pulled down Richard's shorts. Richard was pent up, and his cock sprang from his shorts, almost smacking Ash in the face with its hardness. The boy's perfect hazel eyes looked up at Richard from the floor, filled not with nervousness but excitement.

Richard took several deep breaths, trying to tamp down his urges. "I'm pretty sweaty," he said. "We could do this in the showers."

"I want you like this," replied the boy as he took Richard's manhood into his mouth.

Fuck, the boy is perfect.

Ash's confidence from the previous evening had grown tremendously. This time, he took four inches of Richard's cock in the first stroke. Richard let out a deep, growling moan of pleasure as Ash worked him.

Richard's satisfaction inspired Ash to respond. He started letting out whimpers of pleasure with each stroke. Not deep like Richard, but urgent, almost desperate to please his man. The wetness of his mouth made gratifying slurps with each stroke.

This is incredible.

Richard rested his hands on Ash's head and started gently thrusting into the boy's mouth. Ash looked up at Richard and nodded as he moved his hand further down Richard's shaft so that it gripped just before the base of his cock. Between Richard's thrusts and Ash's bobs, each stroke was now six inches of Richard's manhood.

"Fuck Ash, you make daddy's cock feel so good," Richard moaned.

His moans had lost their low, gravelly tone. It was clear that the pleasure was pushing him to the brink. Ash continued, faster and wetter and deeper. Eventually, he let go of Richard's cock entirely and wrapped his hands around the man's firm butt. Now, every stroke was all eight inches, with Ash's mouth releasing beautiful glugs as Richard's cock hit the back of his throat.

"Fuck.... Ash....." Richard cried breathlessly, losing control.

Ash crept his hands to Richard's pucker. He placed his middle finger on the man's entrance and began applying pressure.

This sensation pushed Richard over the top. He thrust and thrust into Ash's pretty mouth, desperate to cum.

"Please, baby, fuck, I'm almost there," whimpering, practically begging for relief.

Just as Ash's finger penetrated his hole, Richard relented. A gushing torrent of cum flooded into the boy's mouth but Ash didn't stop. He continued sucking Richard's cock as each pulse of his manhood delivered more and more of his essence. When Richard finally had nothing left, Ash opened his mouth to show Richard the cum he'd collected, looked him in the eyes, and swallowed. After, he opened his mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue, providing evidence of his commitment. Ash wore a deep, self-satisfied smile.

What was that? Richard thought, dumbfounded. No one has ever made me cum like that. No one had ever made me lose control and whimper like some 18-year-old twink. That isn't who I am.

Ash seemed concerned. He put a hand on Richard's cheek, as if to ask, "Did I do something wrong?"

Richard looked back into Ash's eyes, eyes that genuinely cared for him.

Is this what sex with someone you care about, someone you actually love, feels like?

Although he was overwhelmed with emotion, Richard knew he didn't want this to end, so he took Ash into his mouth and kissed him. Not the fervent, urgent kisses from before, but a deeply intimate, loving kiss.

"How does the sauna sound?" Richard asked.

"Yeah... we could do that," Ash replied. He was clearly thrown off by the sudden switch, but Richard needed some time to think.

"Great," Richard replied with a quick kiss. He held Ash's hand as he led them to the sauna. Once there, he tossed Ash a towel from a large stack and grabbed one for himself.

"What? Getting shy now?" Ash teased as he wrapped himself

I don't know what I am, Richard thought.

"Trust me, sanitary reasons," Richard replied as he opened the door.

The sauna was small, with maybe enough seats for six people. Wood paneling encased the two-level seating area, while a small electric heater filled with stones sat near the door. A temperature gauge read 65°C.

They took the top seats at the corner of the L-shaped wooden benches. Richard took in a deep breath and slowly released it.

Eucalyptus, cleansing.

Ash looked around the small space, but there wasn't much to look at, so he joined Richard in taking some deep breaths. Both their bodies started to sweat as the temperature gauge climbed to 66°C. Richard's eyes were drawn to Ash's erection as it pressed against his towel.

Can I really be this struck by someone I met two days ago?

Ash looked at Richard and smiled.

"Everything okay?" Ash asked.

"Yeah," Richard replied.

"I know I tried something out there. I just wanted to make sure that was alright with you."

Richard held Ash's face and looked into his beautiful hazel eyes. "You didn't do anything wrong," Richard said sweetly. "I've just never cum like that before. I think I need a minute to come back to Earth."

"Oh, yeah? Am I that good?" Ash teased, scooting closer.

You are good, incredible, but it's more than that.

"Let's just enjoy each other's company for a bit. Is that okay?" Richard asked.

"Sure," Ash said. "Do you mind if I move?"

Richard nodded as Ash moved to his bench to lay down, his head resting on Richard's right thigh. Ash looked up and smiled as Richard started playing with his hair.

"That feels nice," Ash said as he closed his eyes and turned on his side. They sat there for a few minutes enjoying the silence, the heat from the room, and each other's bodies. In this moment, Richard felt peace.

Why am I so afraid? Who cares if this has to end eventually? Just enjoy the moment.

Richard gently shook Ash, bringing him back to the moment. The boy looked up, his eyes reflecting the low light of the sauna. Richard urged Ash up and they shared a kiss. Soft, sweaty, and intimate as their tongues explored each other.

"I love you," Richard confessed. "If we only have a few days together, I'm not going to waste them lying."

Ash smiled, a loving, sweet smile, but didn't say anything. Instead, he climbed onto Richard's lap and started kissing him.

It's okay, Richard thought. I said it for me.

Ash broke their kiss and started on Richard's neck, his soft tongue taking long licks of Richard's sweat.

"Mmmmhm," Richard moaned.

Richard looked down to see Ash's erection pressing into the towel, eager to finally be satisfied.

"I think these towels have worn out their welcome," Richard said. He pulled both of them open, freeing himself and taking Ash's cock in his hand. Their sweat made each other slick as he started stroking.

For a few minutes, they stayed like this, their naked bodies pressing sweat into each other. Richard could've lived in that moment forever, but Ash had started thrusting into his hand, desperate for more.

"Suck me, Richard," Ash whispered as he looked into Richard's soft brown eyes.

"Anything for you."

Instead of going to his knees, Richard had another idea. He moved his hands underneath Ash's soft, beautiful thighs and pressed upward, lifting the boy's body to the ceiling of the sauna. At this height, Ash's cock was perfectly positioned, so Richard took it in his mouth and began sucking.

"Gah!" Ash's surprise turned into a groan of pleasure as Richard worked him.

Salty. Delicious.

In this position, all Ash could do was stroke the back of Richard's head and whimper as his cock got more and more sensitive. The boy's sounds of pleasure had reawakened Richard's manhood.

Richard let the boy down and whispered in his ear, "I think we need some fresh air." They stumbled out of the sauna back into the locker room until they hit the line of sinks. As they kissed, Richard fondled Ash's slick backside until he felt the plug, then slowly started pulling.

"Ahh," Ash moaned as the widest part of the plug started exiting his ring.

"I told you I was going to throw this in the garbage," Richard growled as he tossed it onto the counter. He spun Ash around and thrust him forward until he was leaning over the sink counter. Richard spanked him, resulting in a surprised yelp.

"You feel empty now, baby?" Richard asked as he wrapped his arms around Ash's waist. "Sad and empty without your toy?"

Richard positioned his manhood at the boy's entrance.

"I can fix that," Richard said as pressed into him.

"Nnng," Ash moaned as Richard's cock returned to his tight ass. Ash's insides gripping him like a warm embrace.

"Fuck, did you miss me, Ash? Miss daddy's cock inside you?"

"Yes," the boy breathed. "Empty without you."

Richard's strokes were purposeful, pounding into the boy's supple cheeks with authoritative slaps.

Richard licked the sweat off Ash's neck and looked in the mirror. Ash's eyes were closed, his mouth a perfect 'O' as he met each thrust with a breathy 'Ahh.'

"Look at me," Richard whispered. Ash opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, meeting Richard's steamy gaze through the reflection. "Look at daddy while he fucks you." Ash's face turned to one of submissive pleasure, and he followed Richard's order.

"Yes, daddy," Ash replied.

The sound of a door slamming interrupted their bliss. Ash was too far on the counter to see, but from Richard's position, he could look into the weight room mirror and see that a janitor had come in.

Shit, the gym closes at 10, Richard remembered.

Apparently, their workout had gone longer than expected. Richard could see that the man was wearing headphones as he started wiping down the cardio machines closest to the entrance. It took about one minute for the man to wipe down each machine, roughly 30 machines in total, plenty of time.

Oh, I couldn't, Richard thought, devilishly.

"We're-not-stopping-until-both-of-us-finish," Richard revealed between thrusts.

Ash's eyes opened wide with panic, and he was about to respond when Richard wrapped his hand around the boy's mouth.

"Shhhh. You don't want to get caught, do you?" Richard taunted.

Ash nodded as Richard slowly lifted his hand.

"Are you crazy?" Ash said in a hushed whisper.

"You're just gonna have to be a good boy and make us cum," Richard said as he wrapped his right hand around Ash's cock and started stroking him.

Ash started fucking himself against Richard's cock. The boy's urgency was maddening. He began flexing his hole, clenching as he went down and relaxing as he went up, doing everything he could to make Richard cum.

Richard looked into the gym; the man had paused to pick out a different song on his phone.

"Oh, you better hurry. We've only got a few minutes left," Richard cautioned.

The boy started fucking himself faster.

Fuck, this is so hot.

Richard looked into the mirror and saw Ash's eyes in the reflection, a mix of pleasure and panic, but too much panic for Richard to continue the charade.

Richard leaned close. "It's okay, baby. I'd never let anything happen to you," he assured.

A look of relief flashed through Ash's eyes, and he responded by switching up the pace. Instead of consistent, faster strokes, he slammed down on Richard's cock and slowly pulled himself up.

"Mmmm, fuck. Your ass feels so good, baby," Richard growled, knowing the effect it would have on Ash.

Ash's cock was already hard, but it became a diamond as Richard continued to stroke him. The boy whimpered into Richard's hand, driving him insane. Richard was at the precipice. Any illusions of control evaporated as he shakily breathed, "Ash, Ash, I'm gonna--"

Richard emptied himself into Ash. The boy had swallowed Richard's full load 15 minutes earlier, but every drop that remained he deposited into Ash's perfect pink hole.

Oh my God.

"Fuck, Ash, I love you," Richard begged.

That's when Ash exploded in Richard's hand. The boy released an angelic "Unnnh" as nectar exploded from his beautiful cock. Richard kissed the boy's neck, feeling each desperate pulse of Ash's cock in his hand as rope after rope of cum shot onto the counter. The two locked eyes in the mirror, chests heaving before unleashing a desperate kiss. Getting caught didn't matter, Richard still filling Ash didn't matter, they needed this, now. When they broke, Richard took a look into the gym again; the janitor had made it about 70% through.

"We don't want to leave a mess," Richard said. Ash looked around for paper towels but Richard had other plans. He took Ash's butt plug off the counter, and stuck it into the boy's mouth. He was initially surprised, but Ash knew what his job was as he sucked the head of the toy.

Guess this thing gets to stick around after all.

Richard slowly inched himself out of Ash's ass and replaced his cock with the plug.

"You're gonna keep my cum inside you, understand?" Richard whispered.

Ash nodded but looked down at his cum splattered across the counter.

"You know what to do."

Ash leaned forward and started lapping up his sticky mess.

Why should he have all the fun?

When he'd finished, Richard gripped Ash's hair and gave it a little tug, pulling him back up into a wet, sloppy kiss. They passed the cum back and forth in their mouths before swallowing. Ash looked up at him with a loving smile.

God, you're perfect.

Ash's smile quickly turned to fear as he heard the janitor getting closer.

"What are we gonna do?" he asked in a panic.

"What do you mean? We're going to rinse off," Richard said with a shrug as he walked over to the shower stalls and turned on the hot water. Ash followed, entering the next stall, and started scrubbing himself.

The janitor came in a minute later. "Excuse me guys, the gym's been closed for 30 minutes," he said.

"Oh, we're sorry," Richard said. "We were hanging out in the sauna and must've lost track of time. We'll finish up right now."

Richard walked over to the stack of towels, tossed one to Ash, and began drying off. The two dressed and walked out into the lobby.

Waiting for the elevator was torture, knowing they couldn't be seen in the public view of the lobby. But as soon as the doors closed, they shared one last intimate kiss while they waited for it to arrive at their floor.

Ding!

Richard looked into Ash's perfect hazel eyes.

"Two more nights," Richard said. "Let's make the most of them."

"Whatever you say, my love," Ash replied as the elevator doors closed.