Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2018 17:01:08 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Xmas Tales: Bumped

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*****

The one good thing about the TSA security lines, Eric reflected, was the
opportunity for people-watching. Specifically, guy-watching. Especially
now, at Christmas, at a big airport like JFK, when the usual diverse mix of
travelers was enhanced even more, all the guys heading home for the
holidays. Dads with their families, solo business-types like himself, young
college dudes heading home for the winter break. It was just
window-shopping, sure, but the line didn't seem to be going anyplace, so
why not enjoy the sights?

Like the young guy a little ways ahead of him. He was one of a twosome,
from the looks of it, a couple of collegiate-looking bros, heading home for
the holiday. A nice frame on him, broad-shouldered under his sweatshirt,
short, neatly cut dark hair showing under his ballcap, atop a solid
neck. More than that, though, the dude had an ass on him, big and round and
solid in his grey jeans, supported by two strong-looking legs. Hell of a
sight, and one Eric's eyes kept returning to, as the line shuffled slowly,
incrementally forward, doubling back on itself over and over.

Eric had long ago learned not to get too uptight about all this. He had
PreCheck and all the other shit a seasoned flyer needed, but still, it was
always going to be a clusterfuck this close to the holidays. No sense
succumbing to the anxiety and the bad vibes and pissing and moaning like
half the other people here. The line was the line. Getting uptight and
pissy about it wouldn't get you any closer to the end of it.

He'd given himself plenty of time to get through all the hurdles,
especially given the way the weather was going. The rest of it was out of
his hands — all he could do was keep his eyes on the prize, and take the
time to enjoy the sights along the way. Like that young dude's ass,
appearing and reappearing in his line of sight as the people between them
shifted. It stood out like a beacon. Eric casually studied the shape of it,
the strong arc of the muscles beneath the denim, and started to entertain
ideas about how it might look, freed from the dude's close-fitting
jeans. How the kid might look, bent over Eric's bed, as he skinned his
underwear down and...

*Keep thinking that way and you're gonna embarrass yourself,* he thought to
himself with a little smirk, feeling his cock shift inside his own jeans.

The line shifted again, the hot-ass dude and his buddy rounding the curve
up ahead as the line doubled back, and now Eric could see his face. Yeah,
nice, he thought. A good-looking young dude — no fashion model or
anything, but definitely on the eye-catching end of the boy-next-door
spectrum. Clean-shaven, a collection of regular features that together
combined to become more than the sum of their parts. Eric thought he was
being pretty subtle at taking in the sight of him, but then the dude
glanced up in his direction, his eyes meeting Eric's under the brim of his
ballcap. For a second, their gazes locked, and Eric noted the way the
dude's eyes shifted, a quick downward sweep over his frame, then back up to
look up at him again. Eric knew that look well, that quick visual
inventorying of another guy, and he felt a nice tingle of added
interest. Even more when the dude gave him an almost shy half-smile,
cutting his gaze away from Eric's, a little blush on his creamy cheeks.

*Damn, kid, if you knew what I'd do with you...* Eric thought, his cock
tingling with interest inside his boxer briefs. Something about the way the
dude had slyly checked him out, not so obviously that his buddy might have
noticed, felt like permission to Eric. He wasn't the leering type, and this
wasn't one of the bars, where it was implied that you and all the other
dudes were there for the same reason, and could be as frank with your gaze
and your intentions as you wanted to be. But Eric traveled a lot, and in
his experience, the airport was as cruisy a place as any public
space. Seemed alright to do it now. After all, they were just a couple of
travelers, each no doubt headed in opposite directions once they got
through the security line. There wasn't any harm in it — just the
opposite, really. Even if you never got any further than the
checking-each-other out stage, it was a fun game, and a nice boost to the
ego, having some good-looking, hot-assed college kid check you out. The
perfect start to a much-needed vacation.

Now that they were more or less facing each other, either side of the
makeshift barrier corralling everyone, the dude's eyes kept subtly
returning to Eric. Yep — the game was definitely on now, both players on
the court. Eric thought he presented pretty well himself — he'd always
been fit and considered himself to be more than decent-looking. He'd never
had much trouble finding another guy to get naked with, especially in a
target-rich environment like Manhattan. He'd dressed for his flight
sequence today in a way that was comfortable and stylish enough, he hoped,
to bolster his chances at an upgrade — designer jeans that accentuated
his strong, athletic thighs, a button-down shirt on the dressier side of
casual, a lightweight linen blazer that said business class-ready. He
subtly squared his shoulders, knowing his pecs would present a little more
and put a little gap in the button-down, waited for the dude's buddy to
look away, and gave him a casual, friendly, but appraising look. The other
guy looked at him and gave him a twitch of a smile. Yep, no doubt about it
— he was interested, alright.

As the line wound its way towards the checkpoint, Eric alternated between
looking at his phone and giving the dude more casual, appraising
glances. Nearly every time, he found them being returned, even when the
dude was in conversation with his buddy. No matter where they were
positioned in the line relative to each other, they kept on homing in on
one another, eyes meeting across the crowd, sharing friendly, yet
unmistakable glances. Eric hadn't had such a sustained, low-key flirtation
outside of the bar in forever, and found himself digging the slow, subtle
vibe of it all.

By the time they were on the home stretch of the line, approaching the
podium for passport inspection, Eric was nursing a bit of an instant crush
on Hot Ass Bro, as he'd come to think of him, and found himself idly hoping
they were both headed the same way. The dude hadn't once seemed bored, or
agitated — just calm and patient and cute as hell, with his casually
friendly smile and his furtive glances meeting Eric's. For a little while
there, it had started feeling like it was just the two of them, separated
by other bodies or the nylon barrier, everything and everyone else just
backdrop to this little dance. Two bodies in motion, moving towards the
same endpoint. Just a shared moment in time, nothing at all in the grand
scheme of things, really. But hell, nice while it lasted.

He followed the dude's back as he cleared the passport station and headed
for the X-ray machines, savoring one last glance at that fine high, tight
and rounded ass, and then the dude and his buddy were passing through the
scanners and heading for the gates. Eric shrugged internally, thankful at
least for the diversion from the slow-moving drudgery, and stepped forward
towards the podium as he consigned the image of the dude to memory.

* * * * * *

The airline employees seemed tense, and they weren't the only
ones. People's eyes were glued to the TVs at the gates, where the news was
all about the weather, and the big bad storm approaching the Northeast. It
was the worst possible thing to happen at the worst possible time, all
these people trying to get someplace else, nerves already tight with
holiday stress, wound even tighter at the notion that their flight might be
grounded, or delayed. For his part, Eric maintained his zen about it —
he was on vacation, after all, with nobody awaiting him on the other end of
his flight sequence. If delays happened, they happened. Not much you could
do about it, and that's why he carried travel insurance. Besides, he'd
requalified for status with the airline back in the fall, so if worse came
to worst, he'd probably be one of the first passengers they took care of.

He pulled up the book app on his phone and settled in for the wait. He'd
put in about 200 days on the road this year, since moving into the new job,
and had gotten pretty good at tuning travel noise out. But after awhile, he
could feel it, a weird tugging on his subconscious, in the periphery. It
wasn't somebody else's conversation, or the flight announcements overhead;
it was that vaguely prickly sensation of being observed. Eric flicked his
eyes up from the phone screen and around the steadily gathering crowd at
the gate.

*Shit, how many people are on this fucking plane?* he thought. And then:
*Oh shit... hello there.*

Hot Ass Bro was sitting a couple rows away, facing him, trying to covertly
look at him. Eric caught the dude's eyes on his, clocked the way he looked
away and blushed a little again, and felt the corner of his mouth twitch in
a smile. He waited for the dude's gaze to return to him, half-hidden below
the curved brim of his Drake University ballcap, like he knew it
would. When it did, Eric nodded at him and gave him a smile. The dude
blushed a little harder, but smiled back, and Eric pretty much decided on
the spot that he was going to do his best to have him. Fuck it. His
vacation started now. This dude was on the same flight, and his buddy was
nowhere to be seen, so the odds had just shifted substantially in his
favor.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen..." droned the PA overhead, in the
studiedly cheerful voice of the gate agent. "For our passengers flying
Atlantic Flight 9411 to London, we'd like to let you know we're
experiencing a slight delay due to some prior flight
cancellations. Currently we're oversold for our flight to London today due
to the need to reaccommodate some passengers from those previous flights,
and we're looking for some volunteers to be reaccommodated on another
flight to make room. Please speak with one of us here at the gate if you'd
like to be rebooked. Thank you."

Impressive, Eric thought. Managed to use that bullshit word twice, when
what she means is somebody's gonna get bumped.

He looked around, at the way faces hardened at the prospect of not getting
on their flight, not getting to where they wanted to be, or were expected
to be. Getting stuck in this stupid airport any longer than necessary. A
flight to Des Moines or Tulsa or whatever, they might have had some
takers. But all Eric could see was disinterest, aggressive disinterest at
that. And then he got to thinking.

The trick was to gauge just how desperate the gate agents were to get
passengers off the plane, and how determined the passengers were to stay
on. London was a longer flight, overseas, international, a bigger deal,
more expensive. Something you really planned for. People traveling to
England in winter had to be pretty motivated to get there. For his part,
Eric was just transiting there, on his way to sunnier shores for a couple
weeks. He could afford to tweak that plan. He just had to make sure it was
worth his while.

There was still plenty of time, so he got up and wandered over to the
Starbucks nearby, keeping an eye on the gathering horde at the gate as it
grew a little more restless. Nobody was stepping up to the desk — no
takers yet, from the looks of it. A few minutes passed, and he saw Hot Ass
Bro look around, look over to the Starbucks, at him in the line. The guy
waited a beat, then shouldered his backpack, stood up, and started to make
his way over in Eric's direction. He tried not to grin, just took in the
sight of the dude's nicely broad shoulders in his sweatshirt, the athletic
but unshowy way his body moved as he walked Eric's way, and joined the
line.

Eric lingered at the far end of the counter, waiting on his drink, and
waiting on Hot Ass Bro to make his way there too, playing it cool, not too
cruisy. This dude wasn't like the usual type of guy Eric encountered in New
York — young enough to be curious, but old enough to have some idea what
he was getting into, not as outwardly confident about what he wanted and
playing the game. A straight-presenting college kid from some small college
town, starting to get a feel for the possibilities ahead of him. Eric liked
that. He'd been that guy himself not so long ago, a little shy, a little
nervous, even a little embarrassed about the raging fires that burned
beneath the normal, presentable exterior he'd cultivated through high
school and college. When he'd arrived in New York a half-dozen years ago,
he was a lot like this dude, and now he smiled to himself as he
contemplated the possibilities and the journey that awaited the kid,
halfway wishing he could go back and relive them all over again himself.

But he wasn't that kid anymore. He was on the cusp of 30, starting to get
into what he considered his prime, fit and attractive and pretty
successful. A lot more worldly than the kid who'd landed here in the Big
Apple at 23. A lot more experience under his belt, literally and
figuratively. If his intuition about this dude was correct, Eric was
exactly the kind of guy he might need. Kind of like a mentor, really. He'd
never thought of himself in that way before, and he found it an interesting
mix of heat, responsibility, and possibility.

Hot Ass Bro sidled up to the end of the counter — not beside him,
exactly, but in close, conversational proximity. In spite of the noise of
the terminal and the coffee shop around them, there was a kind of quiet
between them, waiting to be filled. Eric was just about to step up and
bridge the gap, when the dude spoke up.

"Crazy busy," he said, his voice nice and deep, youthful but manly in its
way too. Eric turned to look at him, gave him a good smile and a nod.

"You headed to London too?" the dude asked, smiling back a little
nervously, but Eric could see he was trying, and that was the important
part.

"Yeah, just transiting there though," Eric said. "On my way to Vietnam for
a break. You?"

"Vietnam? Wow, nice," the guy said, looking impressed. "I'm heading back to
spend Christmas with my Mum. If this plane ever leaves, I guess. Or if they
don't push me off to make room for somebody else."

Eric could hear it now, the faint trans-Atlantic accent traces in the
dude's voice. Not quite wholly American, like a foreign actor trying to
nail the accent down, and mostly succeeding. He smiled sympathetically at
him — probably riding one of the cheaper seats towards the back of the
plane, exactly the kind of passenger the airlines knew they could push
around when they needed to.

"Sounds like that's what they're looking to do," Eric said, nodding his
head back towards the gate desk. "Doesn't have to be that bad, though. And
you can make them make it worth your while."

"Yeah?" the dude said, and Eric could see he definitely had an opportunity
here. He nodded and gave the dude an easy grin.

"If you're flexible, and don't need to be there first thing in the morning,
it can be worth seeing what they're offering to bump you," he said. The guy
looked interested, albeit a little skeptical.

"I saw that guy they dragged off the plane in Chicago when he wouldn't give
up his seat," the dude frowned. "Busted up his face and all that."

"That's exactly why they can be a little more... flexible now," Eric
said. "Give you a voucher, maybe even a little cash, maybe an upgrade on
the next flight out, if you get it right."

Eric's drink arrived, and he gave the dude a look, an opportunity to
consider what he was saying. An opportunity to create a window for
something fun to happen, maybe.

"Are you thinking about volunteering?" the dude asked. 10 minutes ago, Eric
hadn't been thinking about it, but he sure was now.

"I dunno yet," he said. "I don't have to be there first thing. They'll
rebook me to Asia if they have to. Worth seeing what they'll offer, right?"

He picked up his drink from the bar and waited to see what the dude would
do next. He could see the wheels turning in his head, and he thought things
might turn out real interesting.

"Well, I'm gonna go check it out," he said to the dude. "I'll let you know
what I find out."

He took his drink and made his way back across the gate, pretty confident
he had the dude's interest. The ball was in the guy's court now.

The gate agent looked stressed, but hopeful when Eric enquired about
volunteering. She was tapping on her keyboard, looking at the next flight
to London to see if they had space, when Eric felt the presence of somebody
next to him at the counter. He looked over and gave Hot Ass Bro a good
smile, one the guy returned, again with the trace of a blush on his cheeks.

"They're pretty jammed up," he said to the guy. "Nobody's offering to give
their seat up, and the next flight over isn't until the morning."

"We do have quite a few seats available on that flight," the gate agent
said with a bright, encouraging smile.

"Anything up in the front of the plane?" Eric asked, leaning on the charm a
little, giving the overworked agent a big smile. "I think my buddy and I
would be very interested in that, right?"

He looked over at Hot Ass Bro, eyebrows arched questioningly, seeing if the
dude would play along. He wasn't trying to force the guy's hand, but he
figured two made a better negotiating front than one, and he'd bet his
ticket the younger guy didn't have Eric's experience working with airline
employees. And his instincts told him the guy was amenable to all kinds of
ideas.

Hot Ass Bro looked back at him, then nodded, mirroring Eric's smile. Yeah,
the game was on, alright.

"I think we can arrange that for you gentlemen," the agent said with an air
of relief.

"And is there any other compensation for our lost time?" Eric asked,
turning up the charm a little more to ease the way for The Ask. "We'd be
very willing to help you guys out, if you're willing to help us out."

"We can offer you meal vouchers, a hotel room since you'll be delayed
overnight, and a travel voucher for a future flight..."

"How about cash?" Eric said, giving her his very best smile. "Cash would
definitely make it worth our time."

"I'm not sure if I..." the agent began.

"Well, I mean, we're gonna be stuck here in New York overnight," Eric said
in his best *I know you want what I want* tone, the one that worked so well
with his corporate clients. "It's an expensive town. I travel a lot of
miles on Atlantic," he added. "I'm sure your supervisor is empowered to
help us all come to a good solution for everyone, right?"

The agent wavered a little, but Eric knew when he was getting his way, and
it was working now, he could feel it.

"I can offer you $1350..." she began, and Eric cut in smoothly, trying to
make it seem like it was her idea.

"If you can make it $2000, cash," he said, smiling his most appealing
smile, "for each of us, you have a deal. Right buddy?"

There was a subtle psychology in everything, after all. You just had to get
your counterpart to see that what you wanted was what they wanted too. He
sure hoped Hot Ass Bro was paying attention. He wanted the guy to want what
Eric wanted as well. He looked over to him again, and the guy just nodded,
wide-eyed. Eric was willing to bet two grand in the hand could get a
college kid to do just about anything. So to speak. He sure hoped so.

"So... can we do that? Cash, and seats in business on the morning flight,
yes?" he asked, sensing victory in his grasp.

The gate agent looked at him like she was making up her mind, cut her eyes
to the other gate agent, then nodded, asked for their boarding passes, and
looked intently at her computer screen as she worked the keyboard. Hot Ass
Bro watched the back-and-forth with interest.

"I have you in 2A and 2C, on the 10am flight tomorrow," she said. "We've
rebooked your onward flight to Saigon into Business as well, Mr. Taylor. We
can't offload your bags, unfortunately, so you'll need to collect them at
baggage services at Heathrow when you get there. I'll need to get my
supervisor to cut you both a check, but otherwise, you're all set. I'll
give you a letter you can take to the customer service desk, and they'll
set you up with everything else."

"Thanks, I'm glad we could help each other out," Eric said smoothly, giving
her his best smile again. "You OK with all that, bud?" he asked his
potential new friend.

"Sounds great to me," the guy said, looking slightly dazzled by the whole
thing.

"Well," Eric said, feeling pretty damn good about everything, all things
considered. "Looks like both our plans have changed. What do you say we get
a drink?"

* * * * *

The food vouchers Atlantic had given them covered a couple of rounds of
drinks and a burger at the terminal, and it wasn't until the first round
that Eric finally learned Hot Ass Bro's name — Sebastian. Not a name you
heard all that often, but apparently fairly common in the UK, where he'd
been born. Seb, as he said he liked to be called, was 21, his parents long
ago divorced, his American ex-serviceman father back living in
Pennsylvania, his English mother remarried and living just outside
London. He seemed like a smart guy, majoring in Poli Sci at Drake, with an
eye to doing something in Europe after he graduated. Once he'd gotten
pretty deep into his first beer, he'd loosened up, let his charm show
through, and by that point, it wasn't just his fantastic ass that had Eric
more than a little hooked on this fresh-faced, handsome young dude.

"You play any sports?" Eric asked, taking his time as he took in the
breadth of Seb's chest and shoulders, the way his biceps subtly swelled the
sleeves of his hoodie. Nothing outrageous about his build, just a fit,
healthy young man in great shape, like a lot of young men were. Like Eric
himself was, and he was seriously digging the increasingly unsubtle way Seb
was appraising him, too. He signaled the waitress for another round of
draft beers. Big ones.

"Not seriously, just some club rugby," Seb shrugged modestly. "Drake has a
pretty solid team. I always figured if we'd stayed in England, instead of
coming over here, I probably would have grown up playing it."

"Rugby, nice," Eric said, feeling an extra layer of heated buzz in his
belly. Damn, but he loved a rugby-built dude. "You've definitely got the
frame for it, I can tell."

"Can you?" Seb said, showing a little bit of the playful grown man beneath
his youthful exterior. "You ever play? You're pretty solid yourself, man."

"No," Eric chuckled, "I just work out pretty regular. But I've known a dude
or two who did. Fun guys."

"Oh really," Seb said with a sly sort of grin, and Eric had a pretty damn
clear vision of those full, smiling lips sliding up and down the length of
his cock. *Down, boy,* he thought again, grinning himself. "I bet they
were."

*Yeah, you're game, ain't you kid,* Eric thought. The waitress delivered
two fresh, tall steins of beer to the table, and when Eric shifted to the
side to help make room for her to set them down, his knee brushed up
against Seb's solid one under the table. Seb didn't pull his back — if
anything, he nudged it a little more against Eric's. Eric had a real good
feeling about how this unexpected change of plans was turning out.

"Guess I got a fun night ahead at the airport hotel," Seb said, looking at
the little folder the Atlantic rep had given them with their hotel and food
vouchers. "Without a change of clothes, either."

"You didn't pack a spare set of underwear and socks?" Eric said, clicking
his tongue with mock disapproval as Seb shook his head and took a long pull
on his beer.

"Guess you better be careful with them, then," Eric said, unable to not
think about this strapping college rugby player in his skivvies, liking the
image his active imagination was coming up with. "I always carry a spare
set, just in case of stuff like this."

"Guess I'll know for next time," Seb said, setting down his half-empty
glass, stifling a deep burp behind one hand as Eric chuckled. "'Scuse me."

Eric could see him gearing up to say something else, Seb giving him a
quietly assessing look. It was good to see him a little bit less shy, a
little bit more emboldened, showing the man he was under his youthful,
clean-cut exterior. Eric wanted to see a whole lot more of that man.

"Or," Seb said, settling back in his seat, giving Eric a kind of frank,
good-natured smile, "I guess I could get back to the hotel room and
just... not wear them."

Eric stifled a grunt at that, at the suddenly direct look this kid was
giving him, at the image of him completely naked and splayed out on a hotel
bed. Yeah. He liked what he was picturing, a lot.

"That's not a bad plan," Eric said, keeping his voice level, picking up his
beer while he assessed the shift in the conversation. He didn't want either
the kid or himself to think he was trying to lead this whole situation
somewhere unsavory — at least, not in a bad way — but it seemed like
Seb was playing this on his own terms too. Like he was up for a little
adventure, now that the opportunity had been handed to them both.

"I might just do the same thing," he said after a long swallow of his beer,
setting the stein down with a decisive thump. Seb was watching him with
that level, good-natured, interested look, and Eric decided he was going to
fuck this guy. Start his vacation off in style.

"I was thinking about heading over there pretty soon, actually," Seb said,
looking down at the table for a hesitant second.

"Good idea," Eric said evenly. "Being at the airport sucks if you're not
going anywhere." He looked for their waitress and nodded for the
check. "Let's go find that shuttle."

* * * * *

"One sec," Seb said as they passed by Atlantic customer service again, and
Eric followed a few paces behind as the big young dude detoured by the
desk.

"Ma'am, I don't think we need two rooms," he said. "If somebody else could
use this, I'd be happy to take another food voucher instead, so I could get
breakfast or something."

The agent looked surprised, but pleasantly so. Seb's polite college-boy
manners and his clean-shaven cuteness could be just as effective as Eric's
more experienced, suave affect. For his part, Eric was just as
surprised. The kid was stepping up, making a bold move of his own. Eric
couldn't help but grin at him admiringly. Didn't hurt that the way he
leaned on the counter made that strong, shapely ass of his pop. It had been
a minute since Eric had last scoped it out, and it seemed like it had just
gotten better and better in the meantime.

"It's a pretty nice hotel," the agent said, smiling but a little
skeptical. Nobody ever gave up anything for free, especially not at the
airport. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Seb said, turning to give Eric a broad smile that had a little bit
more going on under the surface. Catching Eric looking covetously at his
solid, powerful haunches. "Me and my bud can handle it. It's just one
night, after all. Right bro?"

"Yeah, we'll figure out the bed arrangements," Eric said, smiling right
back at his new buddy, and damn if the young dude's eyes weren't
practically twinkling. *Cute little fucker, you're more trouble than you
look,* Eric thought, and he had to stop himself from hitching at his belt
as he contemplated the possibilities.

"Maybe trade for a lounge pass," Eric suggested, because the kid might as
well get something else out of the deal.

"That'd be great," Seb said, smiling earnestly at the agent, and Eric was
pretty sure he wasn't the only person here who wanted to jump this hot
dude's handsome bones. "For the both of us?"

Attaboy, Eric thought, feeling a kind of pride. The kid learned fast. A
good sign.

Seb plonked himself down right next to Eric on the bench seat of the hotel
shuttle, his big rugby-player thigh pressed companionably up against
Eric's. Eric stifled a little noise, shooting the dude a quick, amused
look, eyebrow arching a little. Seb shot a look back, a flash of white
teeth in a quick smile under the rolled brim of his ballcap, before he
turned his gaze forward again to the window across from them. *You're
killing me, kid,* Eric thought as his loins perked up. Neither of them
moved to pull away, the thunking ride of the bus jostling their legs
together as they rode in quiet.

"Strong move back there," Eric finally said as they approached the Crowne
Plaza. "You sure about this, bud?"

Seb looked over at him with that game smile.

"Fuck it," he said. "I figure we found ourselves in an adventure. Might as
well see where it leads, right?"

He pressed his thigh up against Eric's, and it definitely wasn't the
movement of the bus. Suddenly, Eric could feel his cock getting hard, and
he was thankful for the dim overhead lights and the dark outside. He leaned
over, voice low, just loud enough for Seb to hear over the clatter of the
diesel engine.

"I like the way you think, kid," he said, and even in the low light, he
could tell the good-looking dude was blushing a little again. But he was
smiling just as wide as ever. "And I'm looking forward to wherever it
goes."

* * * * *

There was a minute there, maybe a bit less, after the room door closed
behind them, where things could have gone very differently. Seb stepped in
behind Eric, both of them setting their carry-on bags down and checking out
the room, which seemed fine, reasonably upscale, a big bed in the middle of
it, not much else to see. Eric turned and Seb was already looking at him,
half nervous, half expectant, and he thought, *This is where you pull the
ripcord, kid,* but then Seb's handsome features rearranged themselves, his
brow knotting with concentration, and he stepped up to Eric, closing the
few feet's gap between them with athletic quickness.

One way or another, Eric had been ready for this ever since he'd seen this
dude back in the security line, but he still got a pleasant tingle of hot
surprise up his spine when Seb reached for his chin, leaned in, and kissed
him, barely hesitating at all. The dude was young and hungry, and it took
no time at all for their lips to figure each other out, Seb letting out a
soft noise as Eric grunted willingly in response and let the kid show him
what he could do.

What he could do was kiss. He was eager, for sure, a little amped up, but
after the initial contact, that subsided a little, and his natural
instincts and ability took over. His lips were soft but strong, mobile,
coaxing Eric's very willing ones into the kiss, lips parting, moistening
the contact deliciously. Eric found himself super fucking hungry for this
young dude, but he held back, let the guy find his groove, before he cupped
the base of his skull and leaned into the kiss, showing Seb what he could
do in return. He flicked his tongue against Seb's parted lips, and was
greeted with a soft, shuddering sigh as they parted some more. Eric grunted
encouragingly as he felt the tip of Seb's tongue lash against his, almost
tentative at first, then with more assurance, and then he met it more
fully, connecting with the spit-wet muscle as his tongue slid inside the
young dude's hot, eager mouth for more.

Eric's cock was like a crowbar in his jeans, and when he pressed up against
Seb's strong young form, he found the dude in exactly the same
state. Good. Nothing boned Eric the fuck up like a good makeout session,
and clearly this hot young guy was made of the same stuff. Eric took hold
of one of Seb's solid hips with one hand, holding him close, and then let
it slide over the handsome, solid swell of that fantastic ass that had
first caught his eye a few hours ago. Seb shivered and grunted again,
pressing himself more into Eric, giving him permission to squeeze and
caress that fine piece of assflesh even more. Eric growled his approval
into Seb's mouth, and brought his other hand down too cup the other side of
the kid's ass, squeezing it firmly as Seb hunched his hard cockbulge
against Eric's and let him feel him up.

After a few solid, increasingly hungry and heated minutes of delicious
tongue exchange, grunting and grinding into each other, Seb's strong hands
finding their way to Eric's ass to manhandle it like his was being, Eric
pulled back, giving them both a chance to catch their breath. Seb had a
kiss-dopey look on his face, leaning in to chase Eric's retreating mouth
before he snapped out of it and blushed. Eric chuckled and ruffled the
kid's hair.

"You good, bud?" he asked. "We don't have to go any further than this..."

"Are you fucking kidding me, bro?" Seb said. "Ever since I saw you checking
me out back in the security line, I've been wondering..."

"Wondering what?" Eric asked, one hand still on the dude's ass, the other
squeezing his hip. He put a little bit of growl in his voice, just to let
this hot young dude know what was up. This was man time, now. A time to say
what you want, and go after it.

Seb looked a little wide-eyed at that, like he hadn't been expecting to put
into words whatever he was thinking about. Maybe he'd never had the chance,
with another guy.

"Shit... I guess... wondering..." he said, blushing a little again as Eric
fixed his smiling, yet hungry-eyed gaze on him and gave his delicious ass
another good, strong, encouraging squeeze. "What I'd... what we might
do... what you'd maybe wanna do..."

"You wanna know what I've been wanting to do with you ever since the line?"
Eric half-growled. Seb nodded mutely. Eric pressed forward, backing Seb up
against the wall, letting him feel the length of hard cock throbbing inside
Eric's jeans pressing against him. Eric leaned in and nuzzled his lips up
the line of Seb's jaw, savoring the faint growth of evening stubble there
as he made his way up to the kid's ear.

"Maybe I should just show you... if you want me to," Eric murmured into his
ear, feeling the big young dude shiver a little, sensing more than feeling
him nodding wordlessly as he stuttered out a raggedy breath of excitement.

"Ain't gonna hurt you, bro," Eric half-growled. "We're gonna make each
other feel fuckin' amazing, I know it."

With that, he took hold of Seb's hips and kissed him again, his way this
time, hungry and assertive, glad to feel the dude kissing him back just as
hungrily as they writhed together, Seb's broad back pinned up against the
hotel room wall. Eric's hands slipped up under Seb's hoodie, over the
T-shirt underneath, feeling the firm young solidity of his torso, the
excited heave of his taut stomach. His hands drifted back down to the big
ripe swell of his ass, though, taking hold of it with both hands again,
starting to move them away from the wall as one, steering their entwined
bodies towards the bed.

"I liked what you said earlier, about not wearing any clothes tonight,"
Eric grinned.

"We've still gotta fly in `em tomorrow," Seb grinned back. "We should get
out of `em."

"I knew you and me would get along just fine," Eric said, reaching for the
bottom of Seb's hoodie and tugging on it.

The kid was nice and fit, alright — Eric had a real good eye for that,
and even under the hoodie, he could tell Seb had more than a superb ass and
broad shoulders to work with. He was a solid young dude, thick in a way
that could easily become beefy, if he wanted to. Eric ran his hands
covetously over the swells of his pecs beneath his T-shirt, the thickness
of his biceps, down over his solid core. Seb wasn't ripped like one of the
Instagram boys, but that was more than OK by Eric — he liked the feel of
a man, strong and solid, even better when it was a young man like this guy,
with plenty of potential to ripen into his full, manly physical prime. Seb
looked like the kind of guy who maybe took after his daddy physically, and
that thought struck Eric as extra pleasing, for some reason.

Eric made short work of Seb's T-shirt, and let out a hungry little sound as
he took in the solid, creamy swell of Seb's pecs, crowned with two big,
dark pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked on. So he did just
that, latching his lips onto first one, then the other, lavishing each
rapidly stiffening teat with his experienced tongue, loving the
deep-chested moans Seb let out above him, the way the dude's strong young
hands plucked at his shirt and his frame, stroking the back of his head as
he succumbed to the pleasure Eric was giving him.

"Let me see you too, man," Seb half-moaned, and Eric unlatched himself from
the kid's right nip with a big grin, pulling his head in to kiss him
again. There was no hesitation at all in Seb's kiss, just hungry, youthful
lust and yearning, backed up with an eager, agile tongue. Eric felt Seb's
fingers yanking at his shirt, trying to pull it free from his jeans, and he
reached down to help him out, unbuckling his belt and undoing the top
button of his pants, tugging up on the tails of it. Seb did the rest,
kissing him manfully as his fingers worked the shirt buttons open, running
the flat of his palms up over the muscles beneath Eric's undershirt, making
a pleased, hungry noise around Eric's tongue as he felt him up.

"Shit, nice," Seb murmured once Eric tugged the undershirt off, and sure,
maybe he'd tightened his muscles up a little for added effect, but Eric had
a real good build, his muscles strong and manly, still nicely pumped from
his workout this morning. New York was a competitive market, after all, and
you had to stay in decent shape if you wanted to play the game.

Seb's eyes, and then his fingers, went to the thatch of dark fur that
forested the valley between Eric's pecs, fanning out over the strong
muscles, up to his collarbone, and then down in a solid fur trail, fanning
out again above the waistband of his underwear. Eric gave him a nod and a
smile as the kid stroked the fur, savoring the feel of it, no doubt
comparing his almost hairless younger chest. Eric let out a deep, approving
noise of pleasure as Seb's fingers stroked over his nipples, making the
dark flesh peak immediately, sending twin tingles down through Eric's core
to his loins.

"Dude, you're hot as hell," Seb said, and shit, what more could a man want
to hear than that?

"So are you, big guy," Eric rumbled, reaching for the back of Seb's neck
again and drawing him back in close. "So the fuck are you."

Eric's hands found Seb's thighs before his eyes did, eagerly unwrapping the
dude's lower body like a Christmas present — and shit, it was Christmas,
so why the fuck not? They were as strong as a rugby player's should be,
long and thick at the top, packed with powerful young muscles, long quads
bulging along thighs that thickened up beautifully the further up Eric's
hands went, disappearing beneath the legs of black boxer briefs that just
accentuated the beautiful power of his young musculature even more.

"God damn, look at you, dude," Eric practically growled, stepping back to
drink in the sight as his hands savoured the feel of them. Seb smiled
modestly, but he looked pleased, and then tensed up his quads in a way that
was somehow both proud and yet unshowy. Eric squeezed the thickness of them
lustily, then reached for his own zipper and shoved his own jeans down and
off. He had nothing at all to be ashamed of, a very nice set of stems if he
did say so himself, strong and dark-furred. He was built for speed and
agility, whereas Seb looked built for power, and was all the finer for it.

"Yeah man," Seb breathed, his turn to take in the sight before him, eyes
big and hungry and drinking him in. They locked onto the big stiff shape in
Eric's trunks, the unmistakable gaze of a man with a particular need. He
looked almost guilty when he glanced back up at Eric, like a kid who'd been
caught ogling the cookie jar, but Eric just grinned and kissed him some
more, and brought Seb's shy hand to the hard pulse of his big cock.

Eric was bigger, but Seb had a handsome endowment of his own, and it was
just as hard and eager as Eric's was. He palmed the kid's hard bulge
appreciatively, making Seb moan into his mouth as Eric rubbed the strong,
solid length of him, sliding down to cup his big young balls. However, that
wasn't really what Eric was most interested in.

"You were wondering what I might wanna do when we first saw each other,
right?" Eric said, his hand sliding off Seb's throbbing bulge, over his
hip, around in back to cover the fleshy meat of Seb's rugby-player rump,
his other hand joining in with the quickness. Seb nodded, looking a little
bit starstruck by all the physical treatment Eric was giving him.

"Then let me show you," Eric grinned, running his hands up Seb's thick
young lats, then getting a good solid hold of him and turning him around.

"Aw fuck," Seb grunted as his chest hit the king bed, and Eric hungrily
took in the sight of his meaty, powerful ass all raised up in the air.

"Took the words right out of my mouth, bro," Eric said, then dropped to his
knees to lay his hands on that spectacular rugby-stud rump, and much more
besides.

It was a big ass, not too big, but in the best possible way, round and
thick with muscle beneath a layer of plush flesh and creamy skin, a fine
lining of dark hair emerging from the deep cleft of it. Eric couldn't help
but growl — he'd been an ass man as long as he could remember, and a man
ass like this was all he truly wanted out of life — and give Seb's
strong humps a playful slap. Yep, just the right amount of jiggle, the
sight of it tweaking Eric's cock even further. God damn, this was going to
be great.

"Oh shit," Seb gasped as Eric grabbed a solid hold of his cheeks and spread
them open. The kid smelled clean, but musky too, the scent of a young man
who'd been traveling a little while, but took care of his personal
hygiene. That wasn't always the case, in Eric's experience — sure, New
York bottoms tended to be pretty vigilant about that kind of thing, but
back in college in Ohio, he'd found that not all guys paid enough attention
to that. But Seb clearly did, and that made Eric picture Seb soaping this
fine piece of beef up in the shower, which made him add another item to his
checklist for how this whole thing between them was gonna go down.

But for now, he dispensed with the preamble and dove right in, hungrily,
spreading Seb's thick glutes wider to make room for his tongue, lapping
from the musky, dark-furred hole all the way up to the little bump at the
base of his spine, then back down again. They had plenty of time, but Eric
had been thinking of this dude's ass all evening, and he intended to make
the most of it while he had it. He savored the mix of sweat and dude and
the faint traces of body wash, but most of all, the sensation of being
face-down in that humid cleft, thick young flesh pressing against either
side of his face, as Seb moaned and pushed his ass back, following his
body's instincts perfectly.

"You want me to stop?" he asked when he came up for air, hands stroking
over the plush steel before him.

"Fuck no," Seb grunted, looking back over his shoulder at him, a handsome
young man in heat.

"You ever been eaten out before?" Eric asked, leaning in to give Seb's
tight hole a little teasing lick. Seb shook his head no, and Eric grinned,
unable to believe his luck. He was gonna show this hot young dude so much.

"You ever been... fucked before?" Eric went on. If it didn't come to that,
it was OK — this was already way beyond what he'd been hoping for.

"A few times," Seb said, almost embarrassed. But then he seemed to summon
up some of the quiet spark deeper in him that he'd shown Eric a little of
earlier. "But not like you could, I bet."

"Oh buddy," Eric halfway moaned. "I am gonna show you a time tonight."

Seb practically beamed at that, and Eric grinned right back, and got back
to work.

If Seb had never had his salad tossed before, Eric was pretty sure he'd
insist on putting it on the menu from now on. He arched his back and moaned
deep in his chest as Eric licked him open, taking his time to do the kid
right, showing him the kind of treatment a five-star ass like his
deserved. The thick muscles of his glutes gave Eric's hands plenty to work
with, digging his fingers in and rubbing his thumbs over the flesh as he
made space for his face between them. Meanwhile, he lapped at the tight
little knot of Seb's hole, teasing and encouraging it with his tongue,
alternating between long up-and-down swabs and circling licks, before
probing at the core as it progressively gave way to him.

"Aw fuck bro," Seb growled, as Eric introduced his eager tongue to his
insides, pushing up inside his sharp, musky tightness. Eric growled up
inside him in reply, and set about fucking the big young stud with the wet
muscle of his tongue, Seb pushing his meaty ass back in eager response.

When Eric came up for air several long minutes later, his jaw starting to
hum from all the work he'd been putting in, Seb had the bedspread balled up
in his fists, and there was a pool of precum underneath him, connected to
the head of his hard cock by a gossamer strand that twinged Eric's own cock
even more.

"Dude, fuck, that was... shit..." Seb moaned, his eyes all heavy-lidded as
he looked over his shoulder at Eric again. "You gonna fuck me, man?" he
said after a long pause, eyes flicking down to the big hard lump in Eric's
trunks, and the spreading wet patch in the grey fabric.

"I'd love to, if you want to," Eric said, climbing up onto the bed next to
Seb's big prone form, running a covetous hand over the muscles of his
haunch, his ass, up his flank. "What do you want, buddy?"

It was a man's question, for a man's game. For Eric, the best part about
fucking with another guy was the energy of the two of them together, the
give and the take, each bringing his desires and drives to the table, and
meeting somewhere in the middle, in a hot, sticky mass of flesh and muscle
and cock and spit. He could see Seb giving it some thought, even as he
unconsciously arched his back a little against Eric's stroking hand, and
that was good. Eric liked being in the driver's seat, but a long ride was
even better with a willing copilot.

He saw Seb's eyes fix on his cockbulge again, and Eric slowly peeled his
trunks down his trim, athletic hips, letting Seb see the way the hair on
his abs fanned out in full, thickening and darkening as it surrounded his
cock. He couldn't help but dig the way the dude's eyes widened at the sight
of the base of Eric's cock, slowly unveiled as the waistband slipped down
past it, and sure, maybe Eric teased it out a little bit for effect. Hell,
the kid sure seemed to like what he was seeing — why the hell not?

"Damn, dude," Seb murmured as he started to see all of it, the strong,
solid thickness Eric was so proud of. He'd been told before that he had a
cock for porn — not cartoonishly long, but nicely thick, cleanly
circumcised, the kind of cock that felt good in the hand, better in the
mouth, and real damn good up a nice, tight hole. Or so he'd been told, at
least.

Eric smiled as he pushed the waistband down past the head, watching Seb's
eyes widen as it bobbed up eagerly, set free from the confines of his
underwear, the head of it gleaming with the precum he'd been flowing for a
good while, and being replenished with even more now. He ran one hand
through the damp curls of his bush and down the length of it, showing Seb
what he could have, if he wanted it.

"So... what you want, bud?" Eric asked again. Seb gave him that strong,
resolute kind of look again, and the mix of youth and hunger in his face
gave Eric all kinds of great feelings inside.

"I wanna taste you," the big kid said, squirming around on his hands and
knees, eyes fixing firmly on the prize as Eric tugged his trunks past his
knees and off, tossing them on the floor. He took his piece in hand, gave
it a stroke, and held it out to his new friend.

"I'm all yours, bro," Eric grinned, and Seb grinned right back and reached
for him.

The kid was better at it than he'd expected. He'd clearly sucked more than
a couple of dicks before, and had a solid command of the basics, holding
the base of Eric's cock in a firm grasp as he sniffed, then licked up the
length of him.

"Fuck yeah, dude," Eric grunted at the sight and sensation of Seb's thick,
pink tongue sliding up the underside of his shaft. Seb gave him those
twinkly eyes again, smiling as he opened wider and tried to wrap his whole
tongue around the sticky, tingling flesh of Eric's cockhead. He watched
with an indulgent smile as Seb explored him like that, swabbing over his
glans, down under the base of his cockhead, remembering fondly his own
first times exploring sucking cock back in the day.

When Seb kissed the tip of him, lips suddenly glossy with precum, Eric let
out another soft, encouraging moan, and curled the fingers of one hand into
the kid's hair, while his other reached up to tease his own stiff, tingling
nipple.

"Yeah buddy, just like that," he murmured to him, meeting Seb's blue-eyed,
almost worshipful gaze up at him with a nod and a smile, lightly teasing
the back of the dude's head encouragingly with his fingers. Seb took the
praise and the encouragement and opened his full, soft lips, slipped his
tongue out along the underside of Eric's cockhead, and then slowly started
to work his way down.

Eric didn't always need to get his cock sucked — bad head was worse than
no head, and there were plenty of other hot things you could do with your
dick instead. But Seb was striking just the right mix of curiosity and
experience, a level of skill that was at first kind of surprising. Then
Eric remembered all the times he'd sucked cock in college, and gotten
sucked too, and smiled. The thrill of discovery, of finding something you
never expected to like as much as you did. Quiet, hushed nights in dorm
room beds and frathouse bedrooms. He wondered about Seb's experiences, how
he might have found his way onto his knees, and who he'd dropped down to
the floor to worship like this. He fixed his gaze on the handsome young
dude working his way down his length now, and just savored all the warm,
wet, tongue-swirling sensations of a real fine hummer. The notion of this
strapping young rugby-playing bro going down on his teammates just made the
ride all the sweeter, and Eric knew he'd have spank-bank material for weeks
off tonight alone.

Seb seemed pretty confident with this, and the longer he worked at it, the
better he got, getting his tongue and lips and spit in sync, slurping and
making soft, hungry, satisfied little sounds to himself. Eric watched him
reach for his own thick, stiff nip, the big kid tweaking himself as he
slurped up and down the thick, throbbing length of Eric's piece, then
reaching down to find his own handsome young cock and fondle the length of
it.

"You're real fuckin' good at this, dude," Eric grunted softly, and Seb sure
looked pleased by the praise, showing it by sucking even harder, lavishing
the thick, veiny length of Eric's shaft with his hot, wet tongue in a way
that had Eric growling low and deep in the back of his throat.

"Oh shit, that's nice," Eric said, and he wasn't just saying it, both his
hands going to the back of Seb's handsome head, accompanying it more than
guiding it as it slid back and forth along his length, grinning to himself
and biting his lip. "Suckin' cock like a fuckin' man, bro," he grunted, and
shit, the look on Seb's face when he said that, the way the dude moaned in
the back of his throat and sucked even more enthusiastically, fuck... Eric
wished he could bottle that.

Eric could feel his balls starting to really hum now, big hefty balls
churning with a load they were eager to let loose, and between that and the
hot, sloppy, surprisingly skilful suction, he could real easily see himself
feeding this big, hungry kid a serious meal. But his eyes traveled down the
breadth of Seb's muscular, smooth young back, down the long indent of his
spine, locking on to the big, powerful mounds of his rugby-bro ass, thick
and creamy and just begging for more of his eager attentions. Begging for
more than just his hands, his lips, and his tongue.

"I'd love to fuck you, dude," he murmured down to the hungrily sucking
young stud, leaning over his hard-working head to slide his hand down his
spine, reaching down to caress the top of his ample athlete's rump and
squeeze it. "Can I?"

He leaned back again, looked down to see Seb looking up at him, big eager
blue eyes all shiny as his lips stretched and slid around Eric's shiny,
spit-wet cockshaft. He knew that look when he saw it — the look of a guy
who knew what he wanted, even if he wasn't sure how to say it out loud, or
even if he should. A guy with big needs, and still coming to terms with
them, maybe.

Eric eased his cock back, slowly, unfeeding it from Seb's deliciously
hungry mouth. It made a wet, smacking pop sound as Seb reluctantly released
it from his rosy, shiny lips, which made Eric growl happily and
hungrily. He tucked his fingers under Seb's square chin and guided him up,
loving the way the kid's big young body moved, muscles at play under his
handsome flesh, and much as he felt like he was hitting his physical prime
as a man now that he was nearing 30, god what he wouldn't give to be 21
again, sometimes.

Seb came up close, running a hand up Eric's flank as he did, eyes roaming
over his body and muscles, returning his gaze to Eric's big, hard, wet cock
before he looked the older man in the eye. God, he was fucking cute, all
big and naked and wet-lipped from sucking Eric's cock, a manly hunger in
his eyes, a dewy flush to his young face as he got deep in the zone of his
desires. Eric slipped his arms around him and cupped his big young ass with
a mix of respect and desire, squeezing the thick, strong muscles, letting
out a soft, appreciative grunt as he grinned at the way Seb blushed
again. But he smiled too, and that was key.

"I'll treat you real good, man, I promise," Eric murmured, nudging in close
to graze his lips over Seb's, the faint, distinct masculine aroma of cock
on the dude's breath and lips. "Like you deserve to be, bro."

"Fuck," Seb sighed, pressing his lips to Eric's, and they were back into
another deep, hungry, manly kiss, a mix of desire and warmth, wet and
hungry, soft and hard at the same time. Their tongues wrestled and lips
enmeshed, trading the intimate flavors of each other in the warm flow of
their spit, the tastes of Eric's cock and Seb's ass meeting and mingling,
like a preview of things to come. Real soon.

The more Eric manhandled Seb's muscular butt, the more the dude's solid,
athletic body melted into his, and there was no mistaking the hard, moist
throb of his handsome young cock either, as it pushed up against Eric's
bigger, wetter one. Yeah. This was all gonna happen, alright, and Eric felt
a delightfully boyish eagerness at the prospect, something he realized he
hadn't felt this strongly with another dude in some time.

Eric eased Seb onto his back on the bed, and ran appreciative hands up his
big, strong young thighs — grinning and nodding his approval, murmuring
"Fuck yeah, very nice, bro" when Seb tensed up his quads for him again with
an eager-to-please kind of smile — then over the solid, creamy-fleshed
contours of his stomach and chest, just taking the entirety of this hot,
humpy young dude in. Seb wasn't ripped, but he was fit, solid, young and
strong, getting his man's growth in a way that particularly appealed to
Eric, and to his cock.

He ran his hands down Seb's centerline, feeling the slight tension in his
stomach, and smiled at the kid, rubbing his hands in slow circles on his
core, then sliding one down, following the light trail of dark young fur,
into his musky bush, then taking his cock in hand. Eric's was bigger, but
Seb had a damn nice piece on him. It looked the perfect size to get fucked
by, for a guy like Eric who didn't get fucked all that often, and he made a
mental note of that, smiling to himself as he contemplated the potential of
the night and the morning that lay ahead of them. But right now, that cock
was hard, throbbing in his loose grasp, starting to leak precum as Eric
slow-jacked it.

"I'll be coming back for this, buddy," Eric said, and Seb just smiled and
gaped, looking almost awed at Eric's manly, sexy confidence. "But in the
meantime..."

He patted Seb's hip, and the dude blushed, but slowly rolled over. Good
boy, Eric thought, grinning, biting his lip again as that spectacular ass
he'd been coveting all evening sprawled out before him, two muscle-thick
mounds that flexed and shifted in a way that made his cock ache and his
mouth water.

"So fucking good, dude," he half-sighed, stroking his hands up over the
lightly-furred backs of Seb's thick thighs, up his hamstrings, then over
the strong, swelling slopes of that ass again. The muscles in Seb's back
shifted beautifully as the kid grunted at the worshipful contact, arching
his back a little, pressing his meaty young rump back into Eric's assured
hands.

Seb looked a little bereft when Eric climbed off the bed, turning to watch
with a little frown at the change-up. Eric gave him a wink as he wandered
over to his carry-on, digging inside it for the mini shower kit he always
carried in his bag, and retrieving a rubber and a little nondescript
bottle. Seb's eyes zeroed in on his hands and then his hard cock as Eric
walked back, tearing the condom package open with his teeth, rolling it
down his shaft with the smooth ease of plenty of practice, then squirting
out a cool stream of lube into his palm, slicking it slowly over his big,
hard length, throbbing impatiently inside the rubber. Making a little show
of it, for the both of them, really. He loved being connected to his cock
like this, and he wanted Seb to see what he was getting himself into, to
understand what was about to happen. This wasn't just some dorm-room
fooling-around — this was real sex, sex between men, one of the finest
things that could happen between two guys. It was Eric's favorite part
about being a man into other men, this crackling, electric sexual energy in
the air, the promise of sweat and flesh and muscles colliding, and he could
see Seb was more than a little bit into it too.

"Shit, you really do travel prepared," Seb chuckled, watching as Eric
knee-walked towards him on the bed, squeezing another shiny stream of the
stuff into his greased palm.

"Don't leave home without it," Eric grinned, betting the kid wouldn't even
get the reference, but fuck it, he had plenty else to occupy his mind, as
Eric reached between his big glutes and painted his hole with slickness.

Eric leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his soft lips, feeding the
hungry young dude his tongue, loving how eagerly it was received,
distracting Seb a little as Eric's agile fingers swirled lube around his
tight hole, then slowly, gently slipped it up inside of him too. Seb moaned
deep and low into his mouth, kissing him even more hungrily, as Eric's long
fingers did their work, easing him open again, preparing him for more. The
kid wasn't just built to bottom, it felt like he was born to bottom, the
way he easily opened up, taking one, then two, and finally three long,
lubed fingers inside of him, stroking and slicking his insides, paving the
way for something much bigger and even more satisfying.

"You've done this before," Eric said, remembering Seb's shy answer earlier,
stroking his other hand over Seb's strong back. "How do you like it? On
your stomach, on your back, on top... what feels good for you, bud?"

Seb shivered a little, eyes closing as Eric located his prostate and
caressed it slowly, his meaty young ass squirming back to get more of that
contact. Eric couldn't tell if the rosiness to the kid's complexion was a
blush or a sex flush, but either way, they were making this happen,
together. The way Seb arched his back, pushing his hips up as high as he
could, sliding up onto his knees to offer even more of his stellar
rugby-bro rump up to Eric, was all the answer he needed.

Eric had plenty of practice at it, so the transition from his long,
probing, diddling fingers inside Seb's hole to the long, firm press of his
cockhead against it was relatively seamless. He ran a soothing hand over
Seb's back constantly, feeling the muscles ripple in response, like a
cat's, helping him fight back his natural inclination to tighten up against
the thicker intrusion he knew was coming. He leaned all the way over Seb's
broad back and nuzzled the fresh-haircut bristles at the base of his neck
as he slowly pressed against the tightness of his young hole. Kissed his
way up to Seb's ear.

"I'm so ready for this, you sexy fucker," he murmured to him, using what
one of his fuckbuds called his Bottom Whisperer voice. "I know you are
too. So... let's do this, yeah?"

Seb moaned and nodded, turning his head to look at Eric, and shit, the need
there was naked, deep, and even more compelling than his sexy body and his
spectacular ass. This young dude needed to connect, as deeply and
intimately as two men could, and shit, that felt something like an honor to
Eric. Made him want to take this hot young dude all the way to the stars
and back. Eric nodded at him, brushed his lips against Seb's, then leaned
back upright, smiling down at his eager, glistening cock as he seated the
head of it at Seb's lube-slicked pucker, took hold of Seb's hip with the
other, then shifted his hips and started the long, slow drive home.

The two of them moaned together as Eric's hardness sank inside Seb's slick
tightness. God, the kid was so fucking tight around him, making Eric feel
even bigger than he was, and no amount of self-awareness was enough to
overcome that particular boost to the ego. Once he'd fed more than half his
length inside the hot, willing stud sprawled out beneath him, felt his
thick ass start to buck back a little more in welcome, Eric took the
guiding hand off his cock, grabbed hold of Seb's other hip, and took him
the rest of the way home, deliberately but considerately. He could feel
Seb's insides clutching around him, trying to make room, trying to take all
of him in — the dude wanted this, no question, no matter what his head
might be telling him. Eric obliged him, handsomely, sinking into his slick,
welcoming heat, until the hairs above his cock were tickling Seb's cheeks.

"Aw fuck, bro..." Seb moaned, clutching at the covers beneath him, big
muscles bunching up beautifully in his upper arms, across his
shoulders. Fuck those photogenically ripped Instagram boys — this dude
was the real deal, and Eric couldn't believe all the luck he'd had today.

"You got me, bro," Eric murmured, throbbing his cock inside the dude for
good measure. "All of me. I knew you could, stud. Way to fucking go, my
friend."

He smacked Seb's hip lightly, then turned it into a soothing stroke as he
started to pull back a little, then thrust quickly back inside. Letting Seb
really feel him, showing his ass what was in store, all the pleasure that
lay ahead of them.

There was plenty of pleasure, alright, and not just for Eric. The sight of
Seb's thick ass and that crazy-hot jiggle the flesh did as Eric thrust up
inside him was fucking hypnotic, making Eric grin wolfishly as he savored
all the sights, sounds and sensations of the humpy rugby bro taking his
full, hard thickness, and taking it like a fucking champ. He stroked
covetous hands all over Seb's handsome frame, loving the way sweat was
starting to make his creamy young skin glow, making the strong muscles
beneath it bulge in even more beautiful relief. The body of a boy becoming
a man, for sure, and that made it all just that much hotter. His hands
coursed up over the flare of Seb's lats, around his trunk, up over the
rubbery stiffness of the kid's big pencil-eraser tits, down over the
panting heave of his belly to find the hardness of his cock. Shit. He'd
never gone soft, near as Eric could tell, and that told him as much about
this hot young fuck as anything else they'd done so far tonight.

"God, you're fucking sexy," Eric said as he pumped solidly, rhythmically up
inside of him, leaning down over Seb's back as best as he could to taste
the sweat on his skin, kissing the flexing, bulging muscles beneath it as
he went. Seb had gotten over the initial part of getting fucked, getting
Eric's big cock inside of him. Now his body had taken over from his brain,
finding that ancient rhythm that hid deep inside every man, no matter who
or what he told himself he was. He started to fuck his thick, handsome ass
back, meeting Eric's thrusts, making them both moan as Eric picked up the
pace slowly, steadily, getting deeper and deeper into that sweet, hot zone
of pure pleasure that all men craved.

"Aw fuck yeah, fuck me bro," Seb moaned, and Eric smacked that delicious
power rump again with delight and fucked him harder, like the man Seb was.

"Jesus, you're taking it like a fuckin' man," Eric grunted, stroking the
dude's sexy body even more admiringly as he nailed him. He'd always prided
himself on being a great fuck, a real pleasure-giver, but this kid made him
want to go for the fucking gold, give him everything he had. This whole
thing had been a complete surprise, an unexpected adventure for the both of
them. Who knew if they'd ever encounter each other again. Why not give it
their all?

Eric had no concept of how long they'd been fucking, lost in the sensations
and the drive, the sexy sounds of Seb's husky young moans, the way the
sweat was beading in the small of his back, right above those twin globes
of flesh jiggling so sexily as Eric's hips pounded against them
repeatedly. That was a mark of how good this was, losing all track of the
time, diving down into that mental subspace that was all drive and lust and
sweat and id. Seb was feeling it too, as Eric's hand found its way to his
hard young cock again, stiff as a pry bar against the solidity of his
stomach, streaming a solid, steady flow of precum. Eric reached his
precum-slicked palm up to Seb's face, and with a hungry moan, Seb leaned in
and licked it, savoring himself, lost in his own base pleasures. Eric
moaned at the sight — that was exactly the shit he loved to see in
another dude.

He slid his arms more solidly around Seb's torso, thrust the full length of
his cock inside of him, then levered him upright and back against him. He'd
been a pretty decent wrestler back in high school, and the old techniques
stayed with you. This was a lot more fun, though. Besides, this shifted
Seb's body around him, changed the angle of his cock inside the dude,
making it even better for them both. Seb let out a deep-chested young moan
that probably cored right through the wall and into the next room, but fuck
whoever was in there. Far as Eric was concerned, the entire world had
collapsed down to precisely two people, him and this incredibly sexy young
college stud, and he was fucking him like it was his sole responsibility to
repopulate the planet with his cock.

Seb leaned right back into him, his hair smelling of sweat and shampoo, and
Eric could see the way he was smiling as he nuzzled his strong young
neck. Seb's arm reached up and behind to clasp the back of Eric's head,
releasing a scent rush of pheromone-heavy sweat from his pit, making Eric
growl lustily, clutch his coiled arms tighter round him, and fuck up into
him with even stronger intent. Eric ran his hand lightly up through the
sweat-damp fur of Seb's pit, making Seb shiver and moan some more,
releasing even more of his musky young manscent. When Eric waved his
sweat-moist fingers up under Seb's nose, giving him a dose of his own deep
scent, the kid let out a hungry, animal little noise and lashed them with
his tongue, tasting himself now too.

"Oh you fuckin' *dude,*" Eric growled lustily. He licked up the salty
moisture on the side of his neck, and fucked up into him with the kind of
athletic intensity that would make his Crossfit coaches proud.

Eric's hand found the strong muscle of Seb's pec, then the stiffness of his
tit, drawn there almost magnetically. Seb craned his head back as far as he
could, his lips hungrily reaching, his handsome young features awash with
intense pleasure as Eric strummed his tits, grinned at him, then pressed in
to meet his searching lips with his own. His other hand slipped down Seb's
sweaty, tight stomach, down through the damp curls of manfur, and found the
slick hardness of his cock, throbbing insistently in his grasp as he
stroked along the length of it. Seb moaned even deeper into his mouth,
kissing him as hard as he could, their sloppy, grunting kiss adding to the
hot soundtrack of sex filling the room, as Eric's sweaty, firm flesh
slapped rhythmically against the meat of Seb's supple rugby-bro ass.

"Oh god, I think I'm gonna fuckin' cum," Seb practically whimpered, his
brows knotting in intense concentration and need. "You're gonna make me
fuckin' cum, bro."

"Fuck yeah, bro," Eric growled, his voice thick and deep with encouraging
lust. "Show me how you cum, big guy. Show me how much you love this."

Seb's brows knotted even tighter, his eyes getting a little spacey as he
gave Eric an intense look that matched the intense, slick throbbing in
Eric's skilled grip. He grinned and nodded, licked the side of Seb's sweaty
cheek as he stroked his thumb over the slick, hot flesh of Seb's cockhead,
and focused on nailing the dude's prostate as consistently and insistently
as he could, helping fuck him right over that line and into the sweet,
clutching spurts of release.

"Oh FUCK, bro!" Seb hollered, all his muscles tightening up, standing out
in hard relief as his cock pulsed in Eric's fist, then began to shoot, hot
streaks of cum spurting free, spattering across the bedspread below in
thick, jetting streaks. A big young load from a big young man, and god
damn, there was nothing finer than that, Eric thought.

Seb's orgasm radiated through his big young body, all the way through his
insides, surrounding and enveloping Eric's thrusting, tingling cock.

"Fuckin' cum in me, dude," Seb panted, sweat rolling down his face now,
still gripping the back of Eric's head, his other hand reaching back to
feel the thrust of his trim hip, and the kind of awestruck lust in the
dude's sexy young voice was the final trigger for Eric's own load. He fixed
Seb with an intent, lusty stare.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in you, bro," he growled, and Seb nodded and smiled
and Eric lost it. He locked his arms tight around the big kid, showing his
teeth in a lusty growl as his hips thrust up inside him and his cock fired
off, pumping shot after shot after shot of hot cum into the rubber, bathing
his spurting cockhead in it as it continued to blow off.

Spent, both of them panting, Eric dropped his forehead onto Seb's big,
sweaty young shoulder as they rode out the aftershocks together, Seb
melting back into him, strong young hands idly stroking whatever flesh they
rest upon. It was a hot, kind of sweet moment of connection, after all the
lusty intensity between them since they'd set foot inside this room,
masculine and intimate in all the ways Eric loved best. He wondered if Seb
got to enjoy much of this kind of thing with whoever he fucked around with
back at school. He hoped Seb saw how it could be.

Eventually they slowly pulled apart, Eric extracting his still half-hard
length from Seb's well-fucked insides. Seb looked over his shoulder at it
as Eric withdrew, a look of pride and surprise on his face as he flopped
forward onto the bed, alongside the thick pearly streaks of his fresh-shot
load. The kid looked utterly spent, and utterly contented, laying
beautifully, sweatily supine on the king bed as Eric stepped off to dispose
of the full rubber. When he came back, he tugged the cum-spattered
bedspread down — because as much as he loved cum, there was little worse
than laying in it once it got cold — and dropped down onto the bed
beside Seb, unable to resist stroking one sweaty hand up the strong,
rounded lines of his thigh and ass and back. Seb practically beamed at him,
leaning in to meet Eric midway for a long, slow, decidedly tender-feeling
kiss.

"Wow. That was... something else," Seb smiled.

"I take it you mean `good'," Eric said with a mock-stern arched eyebrow.

"Shit, `good' doesn't even get fuckin' close..." Seb said, leaning in to
feed Eric another long kiss, a little more heated this time. Eric savored
the sex-redolent taste of his warm, wet tongue, cupping the back of his
handsome young head, feeling the fresh stirrings deep in his loins that a
great kiss always brought.

When they finally parted, Seb rolled onto his back, arms up behind his
head, his rich, manly young scent wafting from his sweaty pits as he
surveyed the room around them, as if really seeing it for the first time.

"Nice room," he said.

"Still OK with sharing it?" Eric asked, reaching over to trace an abstract
shape on the near-smooth firmness of the kid's stomach, noting how his cock
had thickened from the kiss.

"All night?" Seb grinned at him, and Eric couldn't help but grin back as he
nodded in reply.

"If you want to," he said, and Seb got that sexy, grown-up kind of look
behind his smile.

"You're damn right I want to," he murmured, sliding over so they were hip
to hip, inside each other's sex-musky atmosphere. "I want to do a lot of
things, I think."

"I bet you do, dude," Eric said, sliding one arm under Seb's neck, loving
how immediately comfortable the kid looked. "I do too."

"Yeah? What you offering, bro?" Seb asked playfully. Eric reached down to
run a hand up and down his inner thigh, an area that always got an
interesting response, in his experience. It sure seemed to be working now,
as the kid's solid cock started to stir again, Seb spreading his muscular
thigh open a little more, over the top of Eric's. An offering, and an
invitation. Fuck, to be 21 again, he thought with a grin, but his own cock
was already starting to stir again too. Maybe that wouldn't happen as
readily on the other side of 30. Might as well make the most of it now.

"I have a few things in mind," Eric smiled, pushing himself upright,
leaning over towards Seb's crotch and reaching for that steadily hardening
piece of young flesh. "Starting with this..."

* * * * *

The next morning, Eric blinked awake, immediately trying to process where
he was, who he was with, taking in the unfamiliar hotel room, and the warm
closeness of the smooth-skinned young form spooned back into him. It wasn't
the first time he'd been in this kind of situation, but after a long moment
as his brain woke up, it all started to fall into place, and he couldn't
help but smile as he replayed yesterday and last night.

Eric took a long moment to survey the terrain of Seb's body, familiar from
a night of exploring, but still exciting and new, too. He looked even
better in the morning, somehow, the pale wintry light coming through the
window a perfect fit for the creamy skin that covered his strong young
muscles. He ran his hand gently, slowly, over the firm curve of his hip and
the strong slope of his sexy ass, raising a sleepy murmur from Seb, who
stirred a little and pressed back against the hardness of Eric's pleasantly
humming morning wood. He hadn't spent the night with someone in a little
while, and as he lay there, he pressed a soft, light kiss to the creamy
muscle of the dude's solid shoulder, thinking about that. How it might be
nice to wake up like this, with someone like this, on the regular. He was
fast approaching 30, after all. Maybe it was time to be thinking like this
— experiencing this — more often.

The sounds of jets taking off from JFK, people heading someplace else,
brought him back to the real world. He gave the big kid's slumbering form a
wistful smile. An unexpected adventure, and fun as hell for it, but still
— just a moment in time. A hot coincidence, but really just a temporary
one. But still — not over yet.

He pressed another, slower kiss to the side of Seb's neck, ran his hand
slowly up and down his strong young flank. Seb murmured again, grumbling in
his sleep, coming up out of it a little bit more when Eric's fingers found
the flesh of his nipple and strummed on it gently.

"Hey bud," Eric murmured into his ear. "We got a flight to catch,
remember?"

Seb let out another protesting, sleepy-boy moan, and shuffled himself back
against Eric more firmly, reaching back blindly behind him to find Eric's
hip and give it a squeeze.

"Jus' another minute," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "S'nice."

Yeah, it was nice, but still, Eric wanted to make the most of their time
together.

"I know it is," Eric murmured to him, stroking his hand slowly down over
Seb's stomach, down into the tidy thatch of hair that crowned his cock,
finding a big, throbbing young morning erection. He wrapped his hand around
it and gave it a slow, lazy, but promising stroke. Seb moaned softly and
pressed back even more into him. "But we've got a little time... we could
use it wisely..."

Seb stretched and yawned and gently thrust his hard cock deeper into Eric's
fist, slowly turning his head back and opening his eyes, giving Eric a
sleepy, warm smile of pleasure and contentment. God, how was this dude so
fucking cute?

"Damn bro," Seb said, voice husky with sleep and sex. "Can't get enough,
huh?"

Eric wrapped his hand more tightly, intently around Seb's fine young piece,
rubbing his thumb over the head, and shit, the kid was already starting to
leak a little. He slowly ground his own hardness up into the deep,
irresistible cleft of the dude's ass, and grinned at him.

"Guess that makes two of us, bro," he replied, as Seb twisted his upper
body around and leaned in for a slow, sexy kiss that quickly grew deeper.

Later on in the shower, because he might never get another chance at that
five-star rugby-boy ass, and Eric was a big believer in maximizing life's
opportunities, Eric treated Seb to another first-class rimjob that had the
young stud blasting his cum up through Eric's soapy, stroking fist, all up
the glass wall of the shower enclosure. Afterwards, their eyes kept meeting
in the half-steamed mirror, smirking around their toothbrushes, and Eric
could see the telltale signs of a little bit of a crush in the handsome
college kid's face. Hell, he was feeling a little bit that way himself. For
a guy who'd spent the past several years thoroughly enjoying his
single-dude's existence, it was a slightly strange feeling, but not an
unwelcome one.

Seb finished drying off, hung his towel up, and walked out into the room,
Eric's eyes tracking the delicious shift and flex of that amazing ass in
the mirror as he moisturized. He watched Seb pick up his discarded boxer
briefs, which hadn't gone back on since Eric had removed them, and give
them an unselfconscious sniff, nodding to himself with a "Not bad"
expression. Eric chuckled — it was such a dude thing to do, something he
hadn't seen somebody else do in a while, and simply, yet incredibly sexy at
the same time. It gave him... all kinds of ideas, but one in particular, as
he swiped his own towel over his legs and hung it over the shower enclosure
alongside Seb's.

"Still fresh enough?" he said as he strode into the room, his half-chubbed
cock leading the way, loving the way Seb turned to look at him, his eyes
avidly tracking over Eric's body from head to toe and back up again.

"I wouldn't say fresh, exactly, but they'll do until I get to my Mum's
tonight," Seb shrugged, watching as Eric went to his rollaboard bag and dug
inside it, retrieving the gallon-size Ziploc bag he kept his backup socks
and underwear in.

"I have a better idea," Eric grinned, pulling a fresh pair of trunks from
the bag, and tossing them to Seb, who caught them one-handed with
unthinking athletic reflex. They were nice undies, trim-cut and sexy in a
way that looked great on Eric's athletically-muscled frame, and that he
knew would look outrageously good stretched taut over Seb's big, muscular
young ass and sturdy thighs.

Seb looked at the trunks in his hand, then at Eric with surprise, and there
was no question about it — the kid was adorable as fuck, and Eric wanted
nothing more than to tackle his big ass to the bed, and then slowly nail it
into the mattress all over again. But they had places to be, still.

"No way, bro," Seb said. "You've still gotta fly more tonight, you'll need
these more than I will..."

Eric shook his head firmly and waved away his protests, holding up the
ziploc bag.

"I planned ahead for that, too," he said. "Another pair in here."

Seb grinned at him, considered the sexy designer trunks in his hand, and
then slowly stepped into them, giving him a sexy, boyish grin when Eric
wolf-whistled at the sight of them slipping up his big young thighs.

"Fuck, these are nice," Seb said, admiring himself in the mirror on the
wall, running his hands over the sheer fabric as he turned back and forth,
showing off to himself as much as Eric. "Thanks, bro."

"You're doing `em justice, dude," Eric half-growled, stepping up to slip
his arms around the big young stud, and savoring another slow, deep kiss
that had both of them throwing hard again. When they separated, grinning at
each other, Seb unselfconsciously licked his lips and gave Eric a playfully
sexy look.

"I'll make you a trade," he said, picking up his boxer briefs and pressing
them into Eric's hand. Eric lifted them to his nose and savored the musky
young scent embedded in them, letting out a low, sensual growl in his
throat, his eyes locked on Seb's the whole time. Seb's eyes widened,
blushing a little at the display of pure libidinal manliness, and he
grinned. His cock was fully stiff inside Eric's trunks now. "Fuck, bro," he
murmured with boyish awe.

"You can keep these," Eric said, reaching down to rub his palm over Seb's
big, hard young bulge in the sexy underwear. "Or... when you come back
through New York again... you can bring them back to me."

"Deal," Seb said immediately, leaning in to kiss him, hungry and impulsive,
and for all the horse-trading with Atlantic last night and as far out ahead
as they'd come on all that, this might be the best bargain they'd struck
yet.

Eric gave Seb's cockbulge another squeeze, then slid his hand around to cup
the fine young beef of his ass one more savoring time. Damn, no matter how
great his vacation turned out to be, this young dude was going to be his
favorite memory of it. He folded up Seb's boxer briefs and slipped them
inside the Ziploc with the rest of his spare undergear.

"But for now," he said, reaching for his jeans, "we need to get
moving. We've got a plane to catch."

"You sure you don't want to try and miss that one too?" Seb grinned, his
eyes tracking every movement of Eric's body as he stepped into his jeans,
one hand lightly adjusting his bulge in the unfamiliar new undies.

"No, I'm not sure at all," Eric chuckled, pulling the jeans up over his ass
and zipping them up decisively. "But like you said last night, we're on an
unexpected adventure. Why stop now, when we can see where it takes us next,
right?"

"Alright then," Seb said, reaching for his T-shirt and pulling it on. Eric
savored one last view of the kid's creamy-fleshed muscles. For now,
anyway. He was sure of it — he was going to see this dude and his
beautiful young form again. He was looking forward to it already.

"Let's go, man," Seb said, smiling at him, and Eric had never heard
anything better in his life.


*The End*