The Business Trip

The time was 9 o'clock. Bulbs embedded in the ceiling illuminated a 40' by 20' swimming pool and 12' diameter hot-tub. I walked on a blue and white ceramic tile, skid proof floor and gazed through large windows at the dark sky. A dozen chaise lounges were aligned around the pool. Beside the exit there was a large round table with a half dozen chairs. Besides myself, a strikingly handsome youthful attendant sitting behind the counter was the only occupant.

I came into the changing room. A half-length wall divided that room into equal size spaces_one with a few shower stalls, toilet stalls and urinals; the other with a few dozen tall blue lockers.

Having left my clothes in locker 14, I changed into Navy swim trunks then stopped at the desk just to chat with the attendant. I found myself captivated by his big brown eyes and full lips. Dimples added charm to his square face.

"How are you tonight?"

"I'm good," he replied.

"I'm from out of town."

That tidbit prompted him to mention places to go and things to do.

"Sounds like fun," I replied.

"Where's out of town?"

"Boston," I said, declining to give an exact address.

"Vacation," he queried.

"Business, I'm an electrical engineer. Is this your only job?"

"Only til I finish college," he replied. "I go to University of Indiana."

"What's your major?"

"Accounting."

"I'm not much older than you."

"May I ask how old?"

"Twenty-five," I replied.

I made a few observations about Boston and more specifically the town where I live. He talked about his home town and college life so I talked a little about college and my home town.

"Do you work every night?"

"Not every night," he replied.

There was a brief pause in the conversation then he asked, "will you be in town long."

"Just till the project is complete," I said then added, "I'm figuring two weeks."

The time passed quickly. We fell into easy conversation. Through anecdotes_some about recent incidents, others about the distant past_we became well acquainted. Something was hapening between us.

He informed me that "it's almost closing time."

The clock on the wall beside him read 9 55

"I guess should go up to room 34."

Giving out my room number somehow felt appropriate.

I undressed down to my briefs and crawled into the covers. Sleep would not come. David had taken up residence inside my head.

At 6 a.m. after a sleepless night I took a long shower letting its cold water hit my face for several long seconds. I dressed slowly in jeans, a white polo shirt and slipped my feet into gray Sketchers. On my way to work I stopped for a coffee which I sipped as I was driving the rented blue Toyota.

As I came to work on my second day it was clear to my colleagues that I was operating on no sleep.

"Rough night," queried Jon Spence.

"I spent an hour in the recreation room, most of it chatting with the guy at the desk."

"You didn't swim. You didn't go into the exercise room or the cardio."

"Nothing," I replied, "except talk."

"And you talked his ear off," Jon quipped.

I nodded. So what if I talked his ear off.

At age 16 I realized that I am a closeted homosexual. Michael Stark, the object of my affection back in the day, was way out of bounds.

Michael and I had bonded over sports. I had convinced myself that it was just a close friendship until I that sad day when I accepted my true feelings for him. They ran much deeper. He had boarded the bus taking recruits to boot camp. As the bus dissappeared from view I let my true feelings come out. Had anyone seen the tear that slid down my cheek?

Before the day ended I poured 3 more coffees down my throat.

I left work at 5 but stopped to eat a burger and fries at a local tavern before heading to my room.

I headed down to the recreation room at 7. To my pleasant surprise David was at the desk.

"My favorite attendant," I quipped.

"Did you come for a workout?"

"Yes I did," I replied, my tone cheerful.

Having changed in my hotel room, I had come to the exercise room wearing trunks and tank top. For the next half hour I did my usual workout; sets of bench press, lat pulls, bicep curls and pec flys. Ten minutes pumping my legs on an ellyptical completed the workout.

Unlike the previous night, several guests were lying around the pool or in it. Parents watched kids at play. Shouts of "Marco Polo" came from the pool. After taking a quick shower I went to the desk to make small talk.

Just after 7 35 I said "goodbye" to the hot dude at the desk and headed back to my room, this time to take a nap.

David I want you. Minutes before 8 my trunks and briefs landed on the floor just outside the bathroom. Lying naked on the bed, I closed my hand around the hard six-inch shaft. While I rubbed the organ my other hand slid a long, flesh-tone phallic symbol into and out of my mouth repeatedly.

Over the next few days the project went smoothly. Along with the tech support I provided there was chit chat with their people.

At night I deliberately waited until almost 9 30 before going to the hotel rec area. I wanted nothing more than to find David there by himself.

I never realized that my last night in town would be both beautiful and heartbreaking until it was both. Having decided to stay in for the night, I had propped my head up on pillows making myself comfortable. MLB was on the tv. The plan was to retire for the night long before 10 o'clock regardless of how many innings remained to be played. The Red Sox vs Yankees baseball game on national television was keeping me entertained when a double knock on the door got my attention.

He stood outside my door. My mouth went agape and I was speechless as I looked at his face. After a second I moved aside to let him inside.

"I kept thinking about you."

"And I kept thinking about you," I replied.

He reached up to cut my cheek then his lips pressed lightly onto mine. The kiss was tentative until passion overwhelmed us both.

He held my feet on his shoulders while he rocked on his knees sliding his large dick in and out of me. His slow steady rhythm brought ectasy, the likes of which I had never known. Soft moans expressed my delight even as my hole tingled.

As the Boeing 737 flew at 38,000 feet back to Logan Airport I gazed through the window at fluffy clouds. David was in my thoughts. We had left as Facebook friends as well as fuck buddies. Would we ever would see each other in person again?