I used to travel for business quite a bit. It was usually a whirlwind of activity -one town, then a few hours later, another. I know I had a hectic life and it never seemed to slow down. But sometimes, things happen that kinda make you pause and rethink your situation.
I was in this good-sized town called Cedar Creek. I had only stopped because I was just too exhausted to drive any further. It was either stop there or go on to the big city. The town was really nice; it had a nostalgic feel to it. It was a bit touristy, it being the stepping off place to a national forest, recreation areas, and several historic sites.
I settled into my motel and immediately feel asleep. I woke up a few hours later and took a shower. I lay on the bed and turned on the television. There was this show starring some cute shirtless actor parading around and I started to think I needed a good jerk-off session. I got my computer and logged on to a cam site. My stomach growled; I had not eaten all day. I needed to get some food and maybe a drink or two.
The motel was located just off the main street of the town. The town was lit up and there were a good deal of people walking around and going to various restaurants and bars. I myself chose a small bar and grill place I found on my phone.
The place was empty, but I liked the retro vibe. It seemed very gay-friendly with the discreet rainbow flag on the door and tucked into the d‚cor here and there. Everything was old dark wood and red lamps over the red pleather booths, with black and white photos and old metal signs. I took a seat at the large wooden bar and picked up a menu.
"Welcome to Stonewall," a voice said.
My mouth dropped when I looked up from the menu. The guy behind the bar was mouth-dropping beautiful. He looked Latino or Native American, maybe both. He had really long straight jet-black hair. He was wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt and his biceps bulged as he moved his arms.
"Interesting name," I said to him. "Is it named after the Stonewall Inn..."
"Yeah, it is," he said, jumping in and giving me a big smile. "I'm Rio. Can I get you something to drink to start you off?"
I ordered a beer and a sandwich. Rio busied himself around the bar while I ate. I was enjoying watching him. He had a nice v-shaped body tapering down from some broad shoulders. His t-shirt was rather short so occasionally, if he stretched, it would expose his sexy stomach with its trail of dark hair running into his tight jeans.
After I finished eating, I sat at the bar watching the closed-captioned television and sipping some beers. Rio propped himself nearby. He asked me the general questions like where was I from. I asked him questions about the town. I kind of felt he was flirting but I figured that was simply to get a big tip on a really slow night.
I was enjoying myself and the company, but eventually Rio told me that he was closing up. I wasn't too tired, so I asked him if there were any other places open this late. He told me the whole town was pretty much closed this late except the all-night convenience store. Well, he proceeded to close up while I finished my beer.
I must have wobbled as I got off my stool because he asked if I was okay. I said I was, but he insisted on walking me to my motel.
On the way, I stopped at the convenience store for a few things. Rio chatted with the young hunk at the counter while I grabbed a few things. The twenty-something cashier was wearing a light linen shirt that made his dark skin glow. His hair was faded on the sides and long strands on top fell forward onto his exquisite features - high cheekbones, Roman nose, and plump cock-sucking lips.
I checked out and Rio introduced me to the guy. He called the young man "Lobo", telling me it was because he was so slender and hairy...like a wolf, or "lobo" in Spanish. Lobo laughed and pulled down the front of his shirt, exposing a hairy patch. I was in love with this young hot "wolf". Rio told him that he'd see him online later. As we left I half-jokingly asked him if he had seen Lobo naked, Rio laughed and told me that he had. But, he added, Lobo had seen him naked many more times.
We got to the motel and I asked Rio if he wanted to come in for a drink. He hesitated for a second, and then he smiled and agreed.
I got us both a beer and carried the rest to the bathroom. I put them in the sink and poured some ice over them. Then I peed and walked out to find my computer on.
"I set down my backpack and it just came on," Rio said, with a shrug.
I had forgotten to turn off my computer and it had woken up. There in full color was the webcam site where I had planned on watching some guys and jerk off.
"Sorry about this," I apologized, my face red as a beet.
