Brad lay staring into the dark, looking at an invisible ceiling while listening to a strange man's slow rhythmical breathing and wishing he were back home in his own bed with his gorgeous girlfriend. Instead of that he was sharing an anonymous hotel room with a total stranger, one who just happened to work for the same company as he did. It didn't help that he couldn't stop thinking about Jane's lovemaking on the night before he left to come on this sales course and he had felt his cock unfurl in tribute. What a night! God, he missed her.
He knew he would fall asleep eventually, just as he had on the three previous nights, but he would wake up tired and then have to face a fourth day of lectures, this time with the Sales Director droning on about demographics and customer bases, footfall and catchment areas. He remembered looking around yesterday when the subject had been pricing strategies and wondering how the rest of the class of bright eyed management trainees coped with such tedium. The week long course now loomed over him like a life sentence.
The truth of the matter was that he was homesick and lovesick, missing both his familiar surroundings and the beautiful body of his partner. Jane was the woman for whom he had dropped his former bohemian and promiscuous lifestyle, and done so with the genuine intention of settling down into a faithful relationship and a steady job. He would never again, he had promised himself, find a strange face on the pillow next to him in the morning, a face that could have belonged to either sex without him worrying in the slightest. For he readily acknowledged that he was bisexual, not caring particularly which gender his partner was on any given night.
But all that had changed, and had to change, when he had fallen for Jane a couple of years before. Now he was a faithful heterosexual male, even though he had found that hard to sustain at times.
He thought again about sliding his cock into her firm little body and his hand slid without prompting through the front of unfamiliar pyjamas to wrap itself around his rigid cock. Normally Brad slept naked, but he had chosen to wear the bottom half of a pair of pyjamas this week in deference to his anonymous roommate. Not that he now thought that Sebastian (for that was his name) would have been too worried; the good looking young man had climbed into bed wearing only his boxers and hadn't been at all concerned about showing off his tightly muscular body. Maybe he would have acted differently if he knew his roommate looked at both genders in much the same light, and he was, Brad admitted to himself, quite an attractive guy.
Brad forced his mind back to Jane and her sinuous frame, her tiny waist and broad hips, and how she pressed her bottom back against him when he took her from behind, his cock entering her tight little pussy. He lay back and closed his eyes with his hand sliding along the length of his shaft and squeezing gently, unsure if he actually dared to wank with Sebastian so close by, but nevertheless feeling unable to leave himself alone.
For a few minutes he just ran his hand gently up and down his cock, trying to keep his actions as quiet as he could while sending beautiful shivers along his backbone, shivers that threatened to bring moans of pleasure from his lips. He stifled his usual involuntary vocalisations, forcing little pleasure noises back until eventually and inevitably an inadvertent groan escaped and he froze, listening to see if he had been heard. But the soft breathing continued as before and slowly his hand began again to play along his shaft. Whatever happened now he needed a wank and he resigned himself to doing it as silently as he possibly could, but his hand was moving faster as he gave himself up to pleasure.
He tried to cup his balls with his free hand to fondle and roll them as he wanked as art of his habitual technique, but he found the pyjamas got in the way, restricting his actions until, very carefully, he pushed them down, treading them away from his feet, happier when only the duvet itself hampered his movements. Then he stopped and listened, hearing hardly anything at all from the next bed where Sebastian's already quiet sleep had become even quieter. He nodded to himself and then, satisfied, gave a mental shrug and he kicked the duvet clear to lie naked in the darkness, his hands playing unhindered as he worked towards a climax.
Very soon he was lost in a world of wonderful sensations as his balls filled and the beginnings of a climax began to stir. He tried hard to remain silent, but he couldn't stop the small rhythmical sounds of his hand moving along his cock and nor could he completely stifle the tiny little gasps that escaped his mouth. He was fortunate, for there was no stirrings in the next bed as far as he knew, no signs that Sebastian had heard him at all, not that Brad was listening much any more. If he had been paying more attention he might have heard Sebastian moving quietly in the dark, and then the sudden snap of a switch and blaze of light would have been less of a shock.
Brad froze, a rabbit in the headlights, unable to cover himself, unable to disguise what he had been doing, in fact unable to do anything until his head finally got itself back together and he understood what had happened. Then he looked around, his gaze eventually fixing both guiltily and angrily on Sebastian, who also lay on his bed, one hand reaching out to the shared bedside light, the other around his own cock.
'What the fuck?' Brad asked, still confused and more than a little irritated.
'Sorry, I heard you, but I wasn't really sure if you were doing what I thought.'
'And was I?' Brad snapped, remembering finally to let go of his cock, his gaze now fixed on the fingers trailing lightly along Sebastian's long and slim, bulbous headed shaft.
'Yes. But I never thought about what would happen when I put the light on.'
'What did you think?' Brad asked, frustrated and annoyed. 'That I'd put a display on for you?'
'I don't know.' Sebastian sounded so contrite that Brad's anger subsided as suddenly as it had erupted. 'I suppose I hadn't thought it through, but I had this mad idea that maybe we could watch each other doing it.'
'You should have spoken first. I wondered what the hell had happened when the light went on. I didn't know you were wanking as well.'
'I heard you, and that made me randy too.' He shrugged, still absent-mindedly playing with himself. 'I guess I got carried away. I'm sorry.'
There was a long thirty second silence during which Brad gazed at Sebastian's cock, his lost arousal returning as he stared at its smooth hard length. It was a long time since Brad had seen such a splendid cock. 'Splendid'. He smiled to himself at his spontaneous silent use of the word, even though it was based on fact.
'It would be nice though.' Sebastian interrupted his reverie. 'I've never done anything with a man in the room before, have you?'
'Yes.' He nodded absently as he tried to adjust to what Sebastian was obviously proposing. His own hand crept back to his cock and he began to stroke himself again. His delayed climax was still waiting in the wings, it would not take much to make him come and watching another man might just do the trick. Old feelings were resurfacing and he couldn't prevent them. 'And I wouldn't mind doing it again.'
Sebastian took him at his word and shuffled up his bed a little, leaning back against the cheap wooden headboard and watching Brad over the over the separating bedside table as he began to wank himself more seriously.
Brad stared at his roommate's cock, suddenly wanting to touch it and suck it, but that was something he didn't think Sebastian wanted, and then he too began to wank, his hand running up and down his shaft, the fingers squeezing and releasing, stroking over his head and making him gasp from the sensations. He was engaged in sexual activity with another man, albeit separately, for the first time since he had met Jane, and although he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't resist. His climax built as he wanked, the hand cupping his balls almost feeling the pressure build in them until he knew he was about to come.
'I'm gonna shoot.' He announced thickly, his back arching involuntarily.
