I smiled into the mirror, a wicked glint in my eye. He'd be here soon. James and I had met on the phone - almost be accident, but there had been an undeniable sexual connection between us, and it had progressed from there.
It had been my idea for us to meet - especially after seeing his picture on the net. He had fair skin and a lean body from surfing, his eyes a deep chocolate brown and his mouth sensuous. He apparently played the trumpet but I hoped he'd have those lips wrapped around an instrument of a different kind this evening.
He knew that discretion was important to me. You see I had a wife and two children at home.
As I lay on the bed sipping my beer I longed for his skilled fingers to grasp my hairy balls, they way my prudish wife never would, making them tingle under his touch. I took another gulp for some Dutch courage. This was the first time I'd ever done anything like this, I'd booked the hotel room and then sent him the room number as a text message about half an hour ago. A doubt lingered in my mind that he may not show up but the danger element heightened my desire.
Just as I was getting up to find myself another beer there was a knock at the hotel room door. My heart leapt wildly in my chest and a breathless apprehension seized my body as I struggled to gain composure. But lust was guiding me now, and I walked to the door.
When I opened it my stomach lurched. He was as gorgeous as his picture. His hair shortly cropped was spiked stylishly in front and his shirt and pants were trendy but not too formal.
With a smile he offered me his hand. "James" he said pointing to himself. "You must be Declan?" He grinned appreciatively, eyes exploring the man standing before him.
"Come in mate"
I led him to the bedroom, and sat down nervously on the bed. As I swallowed the thick lump of fear in my throat I wondered if it had been a good idea to dress so casually. Judging by the bulge in his pants it had been, as I watched his eyes devour my flesh.
"You look even better in person" he commented, as he moved towards me to accept the proffered drink.
He sat down next to me and dipped a finger into his beer and touched it to my trembling lips, leaning in so close we were almost breathing together. His breath was ragged as I moved to join us in an intense kiss. I felt myself melting to him, like butter in the summer heat as he hovered over my form. He began kissing me with more need, his tongue exploring every crevice of my mouth, then meeting mine in a devilish dance.
I moaned with lust as our bodies touched, his pants doing more to emphasise his hard on than to conceal it, as he placed the icy drink onto the bedside table. I rolled onto my side so that he could lay down and hungrily started to undo his buttons, exposing a smooth chest and dark pink nipples.
With a start he stood up and flung his shirt off. Kicked off this shoes and dropped his pants to the floor.
