The following account is inspired by an amalgamation of experiences I had during several business trips. Most took place in Chicago, but some come from several other trips to various cities across the country.
Some characters are composites, but I thought it would make a more entertaining narrative rather than just emptying my memory banks. I hope you find it worth your time.
The story depicts sexual situations between men and older teens. Please move on if you are not permitted to access such material or find it distasteful.
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Thank you to Kevin Sting, author of The Roommate Problem, for his encouragement.
Business Trip Friends
By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
Chapter Ten
My work friend Yoshi and I chatted in the hall for a few minutes after I returned his hotel key card. He was on the second-last last day of his training. I was scheduled for meetings to discuss the implementation of the new version of our system and what end-user training would be required.
When Yoshi walked away from me, I noticed his ass moving in his skinny-fit slacks. It appeared his thighs were also meatier than his otherwise thin build would have led me to think. As a colleague from the south likes to say, "I wish I had a swing like that on my back porch."
I hated to see him go, but I loved to watch him leave.
I looked for Luke but didn't see him anywhere. I knew he would be with the chief database architects and server administrators today, reviewing the replication of the database from the staging servers to the cluster that will become our new production servers. He was in a different part of the building, but we planned to meet at lunch, if possible.
I tried my best to concentrate on work but had several flashbacks to last night. It would have been a good night had I met just Dan Archambeau, the masseur, personal trainer, and part-time juice barista at the hotel fitness center and spa. But then I met Luke, Martin, Bobby, Tyler, Chuck, and Robert. They all felt like family when we said good night at 1:00 a.m.
I willed my erection down after looking at the photos Luke and I took of each other last night in the locker room. During a coffee break, I texted Dan to invite him to join us for our group workout tonight. I told him it would be a social affair but assured him I would be happy to pay his training fee if he wanted to make it an official training session.
I urged him to stay for our "relaxation" after the workout. I confessed I had become fond of these six men almost instantly (well, three men and three teens), and I was confident he would feel the same way.
The rest of the morning meetings dragged on. We finally broke for lunch! Because the next session didn't involve me, I had 2 ½ hours free. I would have plenty of time to have lunch with Luke and maybe take a nap back at my hotel, which was less than a five-minute walk. Or, I could get other work done. Nah.
My phone chimed as I prepared to leave the meeting room, and I saw a message from Dan confirming that he would join us for both the workout and relaxation portions of the program tonight. He sent a follow-up saying that we could "negotiate" his fee tonight. Hehe.
Great news! He said his last private client is at 3:00 p.m. off-site, so he should be able to be back at the hotel no later than 5:30.
I replied with a dancing penguin emoji and told him our preliminary plan was to meet at the gym at 8:00, so he would have plenty of time. I sent another message telling him I hoped to get a short nap so I would be fresh and chipper all night.
I got a grinning emoji as a reply.
A few seconds later, I got another message. "Dinner? Luke too? My place?"
I got hard again. "I look forward to it. About to search for Luke in the caf. Will let you know."
I received a thumbs-up response.
* * *
The cafeteria wasn't huge, but there were several different seating areas. There was a full-service counter, a deli counter, and a grab-and-go service area. It took two laps around the joint until I spotted Luke talking with a small group of people as he waited in the full-service line.
I caught his eye. My heart melted when I saw his face light up. "Q! I was hoping to find you!"
As his group looked on, my Danish husband casually planted kisses on my cheeks. I felt myself blushing, but there was no way in hell I would ask him not to kiss me, even at work. Although it was a relatively cool October, Luke wore a short-sleeve white cotton button-down shirt with his company's crest on the pocket. It was meant to look professional and geeky, but on him, it looked sexy as fuck.
He had to let the top three buttons undone to accommodate his chest and shoulders. His medium grey flat-front slacks were made of somewhat shiny and stretchy Cambric fabric that clung to his ass. I wanted to get my tongue back into his hole right damned now! He was obviously not wearing anything under them nor should he. It's a crime against beauty that he wasn't naked 24/7.
He pulled me to his side. I told him I didn't want to cut in line, but a 50-something woman behind us insisted. She had that dreamy look people get when they are close to Lukas Vestergaard and wouldn't deny him anything he wanted.
The group that was conversing with Luke before my arrival wished him a pleasant lunch and wandered off to the deli counter. I gave Luke my phone and told him the unlock code so he could read the messages from Dan.
Luke held my phone and pulled me close for a selfie. I looked hopelessly in love. He sent the photo to Dan with the caption: Guess who's coming to dinner? Where? When? What should we bring?
After sending the message, he handed my phone back and put his left hand on my lower back while inquiring about my day so far. I put my right hand on his lower back in return. What was I going to do, not touch him?
I told Luke in a quiet voice about having slept all night in the men's lounge and having a wild wet dream in front of all the men this morning as I called out his, Martin's, and Dan's names.
Luke swatted my ass. "See, Q, that's why I asked if you were coming to my room. I wish I had known; I would have carried you there myself."
Wait. What? "I don't remember your asking me to come to your room."
"Remember after Martin left to spend the night with Robert and the boys," Luke explained. "I got up to leave and asked if you were coming? You said you would wait a little and then return to your hotel. I was disappointed but didn't want to push it. I had hoped you would want to come with me to spend the night."
FUCK! I'm too stupid to live!
The sweetest, sexiest, kindest, most virile, sexiest, most handsome, sexiest man I've ever met asked me to spend the night with him, and I didn't even know it? What the hell is wrong with me?
The stricken look on my face must have told Luke everything he needed to know.
"What made you think I wouldn't want you to spend the night?" he asked with genuine surprise.
"I don't know. It just never crossed my mind. I guess I was so tired that I wasn't thinking," I stammered. "You have to know that there is no circumstance under which I would knowingly turn down an opportunity to spend time with you.
"If you told me you were going to soak in a pool of boric acid for an hour, I would be there with you. If you said that you were going to a volcano spewing sulfur gas, I'd say, `Sign me up. I'll carry your water bottle.' There's nothing I wouldn't do to spend time with you. Never doubt that."
I was on the verge of tears. Luke rubbed his hand along my back to soothe me. "So, if I understand you correctly, Q, you're telling me that you regret not coming to my room last night," Luke joked.
"Yes! A million times yes," I said louder than I should have.
The belly laugh from my Danish friend was so cute that I couldn't be mad at him for teasing me. He squeezed the back of my neck. "So, tonight?" he asked.
"YES!"
"And tomorrow?"
"YES! Always and forever assume the answer is yes," I instructed. "Until you get sick of me."
"I think I understand," he joked.
We both ordered a mesclun salad with grilled salmon for lunch and found a table for two.
* * *
Many people stopped by to greet Luke and welcome him back to the States. Marcia Szabo, one of the IT department vice-presidents, came by to say hello. She was in her late 40s and wore a stereotypical pinstriped blazer and pencil skirt business suit. Her 5'7" body was also pencil thin except for her full breasts. Her face didn't need more than her light makeup to make her beautiful.
She was my boss, four levels above me on the organizational chart, but we had never interacted in person. We still hadn't she didn't realize anyone was sitting with Luke since she couldn't tear her gaze from him.
Apparently, Marcia insisted to the vendor that they send Lukas to oversee the database part of the upgrade. "Our last major upgrade went so smoothly, largely because of you, so I'm told. The project managers demanded that they wanted you back for this one," she explained as she undressed him with her eyes. We all do it.
Marcia was somewhat new to our company, coming in from a magazine publisher less than three years prior when her predecessor transferred to my company's broadcast division.
Luke seemed oblivious to Marcia's infatuation. She offered to buy Luke dessert as a token of welcome.
I interjected, saying, "You don't get a physique like that by eating dessert at lunch, do you, Luke?"
He chuckled and agreed. "Besides, I can't let myself slide on this trip because I have a photo shoot when I get home." Turning to me, he continued, "That's why I was so eager to schedule some sessions with Dan while I'm here."
"Dan?" Marcia asked.
"Yes," Luke got excited. "Quentin put me in touch with a personal trainer and fitness coach at my hotel. As a matter of fact, we are going to meet him for dinner to set up some sessions."
Marcia finally acknowledged my presence and feigned being happy to see me. Then she turned back to Luke. "Did you mention a photo shoot? Are you a model, too? You certainly have the looks for it. Beauty and brains in equal measure!"
Luke blushed. He must have been told how beautiful he is a million times, but it seems like the first every time. I was surprised that Luke turned to me and asked to borrow my phone. I handed it to him without question.
He turned back to Marcia as he unlocked my phone. "I do some physique and fitness modeling back home. It's only occasional. They want me to be cut but not too vascular for the upcoming session.
"Look, here are some photos Quentin and another guy in the gym took last night so I could show Dan, the hotel trainer, my starting point."
He handed the phone to Marcia as it dawned on me that all the photos were nudes, and most were head-to-toe shots. Marcia got an eyeful but tried not to react. I stifled a laugh as I saw her fingers spreading over my screen to enlarge the photo.
"There are several other shots, too," Luke offered. "You can scroll through them if you want."
Shit! I'm in several of those photos. I'm naked in all of them and hard in a few of them. I gripped the table and contemplated ripping my phone out of Marcia's hand. Luke seemed at ease, but I was about to be fired.
Marcia took her time reviewing the photos as I felt all my capillaries ready to burst.
"You guys are adorable," she cooed as she showed us a picture of Luke and me kissing with goofy looks on our faces. "Can I have a copy of this," she asked Luke, not bothering with my input.
"Certainly, Marcia. Just send yourself any you like," Luke assured her, again without consulting the other person in the photos.
"I'm seeing a whole other side of you, Quentin. Good for you," she smiled, showing me the picture of Luke stroking my erection. Did she send that one to herself? Kill me now.
"How long are you in town, Luke?"
He told her he would be here through the end of October. She asked the same of me. She frowned when I told her I was leaving at the end of next week.
"Can you stay another few weeks?"
We went back and forth about what it would mean for my work schedule, especially with election prep. Managing the system our team uses to gather and present official election results was part of my job. She observed that I could do that from anywhere since the system was hosted on our private, secure cloud.
I had nothing pressing in my personal life, so that wasn't a concern. She was the VP, so if she wanted me in Chicago, I would stay in Chicago.
"If you need to go home for a couple of days here and there during the month, feel free to take the time." She explained. "But then hurry back to Luke. I want to keep him happy, and it looks like you're a key to that. We're all counting on you, Q."
I laughed. "Are you pimping me out, Ms. Szabo?"
"Yes. Of course. Haven't you been paying any attention at all?" she laughed. She tapped on my phone several times and then turned it to me. "Look at that face," she commanded as she showed me a closeup of Luke's gorgeous smile. Then she shrank it a little to show my face, too. Finally, she returned it to its original size.
"Did you see that," Marcia asked.
I saw that she showed me the picture of Luke with his hand on my hard six-inch erection. Please, please kill me now.
Marcia grew impatient with my lack of response. "Luke is as happy to have his hand wrapped around your cock as you are having him stroke you. Put that look on his face every day! Whether that look is on your face, too, is of little concern to me," she said with a smirk.
"Can Q move into my room?" Luke asked with childlike enthusiasm.
"Absolutely. Will there be enough room for the two of you? I can upgrade you to a suite."
Luke laughed. "No, thank you. I want to keep him close."
Awwww. I had to ask, "Do I have any say in this?"
Marcia and Luke replied in unison, "No!" They shared a good laugh at my expense.
"Good. That's settled. Quentin, your additional job function in ensuring the success of this project is to satisfy Luke's needs by whatever means necessary. Make sure you look pretty for him. Book whatever mani-pedi and spa services you need. That includes the personal trainer sessions for both of you.
"I'll have my assistant change your booking to Luke's room and switch the room to my corporate AmEx. There won't be a need to fill out any expense reports. Just don't order Dom Pιrignon and Kaluga-Huso caviar more than once a week or so."
Marcia leaned on the table with both hands and spoke directly to my face. "But, if Luke is ever unhappy, I will be unhappy. And then you're going to be extremely unhappy. Are we clear, Mr. Collins?" Marcia's tone was surprisingly businesslike for someone arranging for me to be Luke's sex toy for the next month.
"Understood, Ms. Szabo," I answered more assuredly than I felt.
"Good," she punctuated our conversation. "Remember that your chance of a fourth-quarter performance bonus hinges in large part on your contribution to the success of this upgrade. Don't blow it ... unless Luke wants you to."
Marcia finally smiled. She was a beautiful woman. And, even under her tailored suit, her tits looked phenomenal.
I decided that if she could be so bold, I could, too. I waved my index finger at her breasts. "They don't do anything for me, but they're really nice."
Marcia didn't look shocked or offended, thank god. "Thanks, Q. They cost almost as much as graduate school, but they've done more for my career than my MBA."
She put her hands on Luke and my shoulders and wished us a good day. Then she spun on her pumps and walked away without waiting for a response.
"Hi, roomie," Luke said with a smile and glint in his eyes that made me want to ravish him. I can't keep getting erections like this every time he looks at me! Then again, why not?
* * *
We continued to eat our salads and somehow managed to keep the conversation mainly about work. A few other coworkers stopped by, but none lingered too long.
As we were finishing our lunch, both our phones chimed. I had a message from Marcia's assistant telling me I am registered as a guest at Luke's hotel, and I should check out of mine as soon as convenient. I would have to stop at the check-in desk at the new hotel to make it official with my identification and such.
Luke's message confirmed that he had been reregistered into the same room under Marcia's card. He didn't have to do anything else.
I told Luke I had nothing scheduled until 3:00, so I might return to my hotel to pack up and check out unless he wanted me to wait until he was back in his room.
"I don't have a room, Q," Luke stated. "We have a room. It's our place for the next month. I look forward to coming home to you."
I almost jizzed myself.
We returned our trays to the scullery line and made our way to the exit. Luke had to return to a different part of the building than I, so he gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, "I'll see you back home. We can take a quick shower before heading to Dan's place. Don't masturbate or ejaculate if you have sex with anyone. Save it for later. Please."
Home. Our home. Luke and I have a home. God, I loved the thought of that. How would I fare in a Danish winter? Could I move overseas to live permanently? We've known each other for almost 18 hours. Is it too soon to consider moving to another continent to be with him?
I decided there was no need to retrieve my messenger bag from the 18th floor, so I took the short walk back to my hotel to pack my bags and check out. I didn't have much to pack since I had planned to be in Chicago for less than two weeks. I supposed Marcia wouldn't mind my using the new hotel's laundry service.
I could fly home to get more clothing, but then I would have to be away from Luke. Unless he came with me for a weekend at my place? We would have to discuss the possibility.
I schlepped my rolling suitcase and carryon down the block to the new hotel. I was concerned that the check-in process might be complicated, but the young man serving me seemed to have everything under control except his ill-fitting suit with his name tag, "Tristan," neatly pinned to it.
The clerk, who looked barely old enough to drink, was a handsome Black man with skinny dreads cascading over his shoulders. The apples of his cheeks rose markedly when he smiled.
He had long eyelashes accentuated by a light dusting of silver-blue eyeshadow on his upper lids, and I was tempted to taste his lip gloss to see if it was flavored.
Down, boy. Luke told me not to masturbate or have sex with anyone.
The only hitch in the process was that Tristan mispronounced Luke's name when he confirmed that I was being added as a guest to Mr. Vestergaard's reservation. I corrected him, of course. My husband deserves the dignity of having his name pronounced the way he wants. The young man got the pronunciation correct on the second try. I observed his lips and for far too long as he said Luke's name.
When Tristan opened the room file to put the photocopy of my driver's license with the copy of Luke's passport, he lingered looking at Luke's photo. Even a scan of a passport photo of Luke was alluring.
I was confident that Tristan was "family."
"That photo doesn't do him justice," I told Tristan. "He is the sexiest man you will ever meet. It should be a crime for him to wear clothing. His body is spectacular. I hope you have the privilege of seeing him naked sometime. You will not regret it. And he tastes even better than he looks."
Tristan gave me a shocked look. But, when he saw me smiling and nodding, he gave me a crooked smile and a sassy wink. He quickly regained his professional demeanor.
"So, to confirm," Tristan continued in a practiced tone, "We have you and Mr. Vestergaard booked into room 2213, a junior business suite with an office and one king bed through October 29, prepaid on a card under the name Marcia Szabo.
"Incidentals and room service will be charged to that same card weekly, so there is no need to take an imprint of your card unless you'd like us to have it on file in case you want to charge something separately. Do you have any questions," the clerk asked with a smile.
I told him everything seemed to be in order and thanked him for his pleasant and efficient service.
"Thank you, Mr. Collins. It's my pleasure to help ensure you have a comfortable stay with us. Can you verify that I have returned your driver's license?"
"Yes, Tristan, you've done everything perfectly. Thank you," I effused.
"Thank you, sir. I hope that you and Mr. Vestergaard," Tristan pronounced Luke's name carefully and correctly, "Have a pleasurable stay. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call the front desk or the concierge desk."
Tristan looked down as he jotted something, then handed me a business card. "If you prefer, call me directly, and I will do whatever I can to help you and Mr. Vestergaard have a pleasant stay."
Tristan had written his cell number on the back of a hotel business card with his full name: Tristan Roberts.
I smiled and asked him, "Is your supervisor available? I'd like a word if I could."
* * *
Tristan looked stricken. "Yes, of course, Mr. Collins. One moment." He disappeared for about 30 seconds and then returned with a woman in her mid-fifties who looked pleasant but had a severe demeanor.
"May I help you, Mr. Collins? I am Christine Marino, the assistant front office manager. Tristan tells me there is a problem," she said in a slightly clipped tone.
"Yes," I said. "I do a significant amount of traveling all around the country, and I never had an experience checking into a hotel as I have had just now."
I saw both Christine and Tristan stiffen.
"Tristan is the most pleasant, efficient, and competent person I have ever encountered at a hotel front desk. He didn't take one second longer than necessary to get me checked in, but every moment was comfortable and welcoming.
"You are lucky to have this gem of a man working for you, Ms. Marino. You should put him front and center to be the face of your establishment. Customers will be climbing over each other to get to him."
Tristan's blush was adorable. Christine smiled but looked confused. Perhaps she didn't think a Black queer young man could be a business asset. "Thank you, Mr. Collins," She almost stammered. "But Tristan isn't our employee. At least not yet. He's part of a job training program and came to us two weeks ago to see if the hospitality industry is to his liking."
I laughed. "Two weeks? Oh, Ms. Marino, I don't want to tell you your business, but you need to hire this young man right damn now. He is worth his weight in gold. He is built from the ground up to be in customer relations, whether here, in banquet sales, or somewhere where he can be in front of people."
Tristan was trying to suppress a smile while Christine looked like she was going through the possibilities.
I carried on. "Tristan is personable, charming, extremely well-spoken, intelligent, and, even though it shouldn't matter, handsome as hell despite his need for some emergency tailoring on that war crime of a suit. In short, Tristan is a treasure. If you don't snap him up, someone else will."
Christine finally broke into a smile. "Is he paying you for this endorsement, Mr. Collins?"
"Not at all, ma'am. It is my honest assessment."
She turned to Tristan. "Perhaps we should have a conversation at the end of your shift today, Mr. Roberts. This is the third time someone has contacted me to compliment your performance this week. We pride ourselves on customer service here, but nobody ever takes the time to give accolades like you are receiving, young man."
Tristan looked happy but uncomfortable. He looked at me almost pleadingly.
"Well, there you go," I interjected. "The customer is always right, even when they are not."
We all laughed. "Seriously," I continued, "Tristan is too good to let slip through your fingers. If you can't make him a decent offer of employment, I will do my best to find him a position in my company."
Christine laughed. "Are we starting a bidding war over Tristan, Mr. Collins?"
"No, of course not. But, maybe," I laughed, too. "Call me Quentin, by the way."
"Thank you, Quentin, for taking the time to compliment me on having the foresight to accept the mentorship program's application for Tristan's placement here," she joked.
Christine glanced at the folder for our room booking. Her eyebrow raised a bit. I wasn't sure whether it was because we were booked for a month-long stay or because of whose credit card was paying for the room.
She pulled something from under the counter, signed it, and handed it to me. "Here is a voucher for dinner for two, including cocktails. It will be honored at any of our dining establishments once during your current stay. I hope you and Mr. Vestergaard will enjoy a fabulous meal with our compliments."
Tristan and I simultaneously corrected her pronunciation of Luke's last name and broke into laughter. Christine laughed too.
While we were chatting, Christine had somehow summoned a bellhop with a luggage cart. It was unnecessary, but I wasn't going to balk.
"Pedro will show you to your room and assist with unpacking. Please don't hesitate to call me for anything you desire," Christine concluded. "Thank you again for taking the time to remind me what a great talent scout I am," She said as she returned to her office.
I told Tristan I would call him later to find out how his meeting went. He still looked bewildered at what transpired but just mouthed, "Thank you" to me.
* * *
"Are you ready to proceed to your room, Mr. Collins?" Pedro asked. Christine had given him my room key, and he had already loaded my luggage on a cart.
"I am ready, Pedro, thank you. Lead the way," I replied as I scanned the eager-to-please teen. Unlike many hotels, the bellhops here didn't wear ridiculous marching band-style uniforms.
Pedro sported a white short-sleeve smock shirt with crimson epaulets and trim on his collar. There were two thin rows of gold brocade just above the hem of the sleeves. The straight hem of the shirt came to just above the crotch on his black polyester pants.
He didn't wear a hat, so his short black hair was visible. He had it combed perfectly with a laser-straight part accentuating his deep golden face. He stood about 5'6" and was slightly thick-set but by no means chubby or husky.
The shirt wasn't see-through, but I could tell where his skin stopped, and the waistband of the black pants started.
We stood together, waiting for the elevator. Then the doors opened, and Pedro waved me in. He turned to other waiting passengers and announced, "I'm sorry, but this is an express elevator. Another cab will be along momentarily. Thank you for your patience."
He followed me into the elevator and inserted a keycard while pressing a "bypass" button and then the button for the 22nd floor.
He smiled at me as the doors closed, and I couldn't help but smile back. He had deep dimples even cuter than Matthew from Minneapolis, with whom I had an encounter during my first visit to the steam room.
We broke our gaze, then looked at each other again. I laughed and asked, "Is everyone here so pleasant and friendly? I suppose it's a job requirement."
Pedro kept smiling. "It's easier to be pleasant around some people than others. But I try to be cognizant that not everyone comes here under happy circumstances. Some are here for business sometimes unpleasant business and are resentful that it has taken them away from home.
"There are several hospitals nearby, so we get people coming into town on short notice to visit sick friends and family or, sadly, to make funeral arrangements.
"Even those who come here for vacation or some celebration have probably had a stressful day traveling to get here. I can't alleviate their stress, but I am determined not to add to it. There's nothing to be gained by causing other people grief."
I stared at Pedro as we arrived on the 22nd floor. He stood aside to allow me to exit. I waited for him to lead me to my room our room. The room shared by Luke and me. Together.
As we walked down the hall, I called, "Pedro?"
"Yes, Mr. Collins?" Those dimples!
"I've had a perfect day today, Pedro. Several very nice things have happened to me. But, you know what?"
"What, Mr. Collins?" We had reached our room. Pedro unlocked the door and held it open for me to enter.
"Meeting you is near the top of the list of good things that have happened to me. You are a fine young man, sir. I somehow feel unworthy to be in the presence of someone so kind and attentive."
Pedro's jaw dropped. "Oh, no, Mr. Collins. I'm just a bellhop. I'm nobody."
"Pedro!" I yelled. He flinched. "Don't you ever call yourself a nobody. Ever! What is your full name?"
"Pedro Ignacio Garza," he answered timidly.
"Pedro Ignacio Garza," I repeated softly as I stepped toward him. He let go of the door, and it closed with a click.
I pulled him into my arms and held him tight. I was about 5 inches taller than he. I felt his arms wrap around me after several seconds.
"Now, Mr. Garza, I'm going to hold you just like this until you apologize for calling yourself a nobody. You won't get away. I can't have anyone talk about my friends with such disparagement."
I held him in silence for a good minute. "Well, Mr. Garza?"
Silence.
Another minute passed, and I felt myself getting an erection. I felt his hips move as he rubbed against my boner.
"Well, Mr. Garza?"
He giggled. It was the cutest thing I'd heard in years.
"What's so funny, Mr. Garza? Am I amusing you," I asked with artificial sternness?
"Yes, Mr. Collins, you are. You claim to want me to apologize for a silly, self-deprecating remark, but everything you've done since then is disincentivizing me from doing so."
The imp emphasized his point by rubbing his crotch on mine. I was already hard, but he was catching up quickly.
"I think my psychology professor would call that `cognitive dissonance,' Mr. Collins. You need to align your actions with your thoughts," Pedro instructed.
"Are you telling me what to do, Mr. Garza?"
"Yes, sir," he answered in a playful tone. "You are most welcome."
I swatted his ass lightly. "Pedro is a naughty boy."
He giggled again. Music! I swatted his bottom a little more firmly, but still only playfully. Each time I cupped his meaty ass after hitting it. Each time he giggled a little louder.
"Naughty boy," I repeated each time.
After about the fifth time I paddled him, I heard a voice behind me.
"I think we have two naughty boys," Luke remarked. I had been so involved with Pedro that I didn't hear the door open.
* * *
Luke's eyes twinkled as he began removing his clothing. That took about ten seconds. Pedro's eyes bulged when he saw the naked Nordic god approach.
Luke and I kissed for a minute as he wrapped his arms around Pedro and me while Pedro looked on with longing.
"What offense has this man committed to deserve such brutalization," Luke asked me as he held us. "And, why aren't you naked, Q? I thought we had a no-clothing policy in our home?"
My ass got swatted, then Luke released me so I could strip. As I undressed, I explained Pedro's offense. The bellhop, eye-level with Luke's nipples, held on to my husband with glee.
Luke moved his hands around Pedro. "If he is nobody, then who am I holding?"
"You are holding Pedro Ignacio Garza." I was naked and still hard as I rejoined the embrace. Having my hands on Luke's naked flesh felt so lovely. I rubbed my cock on Pedro's polyester-covered ass.
"What do you have to say for yourself, young man," Luke inquired of our friend.
"With respect, Mr. Vestergaard, I think the actual offense was Mr. Collins's mistaking my self-effacing remark with self-loathing. Perhaps, instead of calling it an `offense,' we can call it a `miscommunication,' and leave it at that?"
I was surprised that Pedro knew Luke's name, but I guessed that he verified the identity of the room's occupants before bringing me up. I was also surprised that he pronounced Luke's last name perfectly.
Luke closed the almost one-foot gap in their height and kissed Pedro, who participated confidently. When they broke, Luke said, "You make a compelling argument, Mr. Garza. But you need to tell it to Q, not me."
He spun the bellhop around, and I skimmed my tongue over his soft, moist lips as we locked eyes. I could taste Luke's mouth on Pedro's lips. Delicious.
He parted his lips, and we got to work communicating through a long kiss that had us both invading the other's mouth and then retreating.
I was still hard and felt Pedro's impressive erection through his pants. I broke our kiss and said, "I agree to accept responsibility for the miscommunication."
Pedro and I kissed again. When we stopped kissing a minute later, I sank to my knees and told him, "I usually apologize orally. Please accept my apology."
I smiled at Pedro's surprised face but was pleased when a lascivious smile broke out, and his dimples appeared. He wasn't wearing a belt, so I had an easy time unhooking his pants and lowering his zipper. The pants and his black boxer briefs were around his ankles in seconds.
A 6.5-inch fat cock stood almost straight up, dripping Cowper's fluid in a constant stream. Ah, to be a teen again! His cut head flared out, begging for attention. I kissed his frenulum, causing him to twitch and spurt more tasty pre cum as I repeated my apology with each kiss.
Once I sampled the nectar, I couldn't hold myself back. I licked every square inch of his penis and scrotum, retrieving all the teen had to offer.
Pedro kept his balls hairless and his pubic mound neatly groomed. He didn't have much hair on his legs. Oh, his thick thighs deserved some attention, too. I "apologized" the hell out of them.
As I continued to work on the bellhop's bell end, I saw movement above me. Luke had unbuttoned Pedro's shirt and tossed it onto a nearby loveseat.
"Let's discard the remainder of this inconvenient clothing, shall we, Q," Luke asked me. Of course, it was a brilliant idea.
I tore myself away from Mr. Garza's penis long enough to untie and remove his crepe-soled shoes. Then came his socks. I am not turned on by feet, but his looked pretty. I kissed each instep. They smelled of scented soap.
Luke helped Pedro balance as he stepped out of his pants and underwear.
Now all three of us were wonderfully naked and hard together.
I stood to kiss Luke, letting him sample the remnants of Pedro's flavors in my mouth.
Pedro got kissed once more. He broke off the kiss and said, "I should `apologize' to you, too, Mr. Collins."
I grabbed him by the triceps to halt his descent. "No, Pedro. That's not necessary. Besides, I promised Luke that I wouldn't ejaculate before our date with friends later tonight. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, would we? Just look at him!"
We both admired the 6'4" muscle god with his skin polished smooth like Carrara marble. Luke smiled at us and stood for us to admire his physique and his 8-inch erection, with his foreskin pulled halfway off his corona.
I could have looked at him for hours.
"May I have a brief taste, please," Pedro asked.
"Yes, my friend, you may taste us since you seem so eager and asked so politely," Luke answered on our behalf.
The bellhop disappeared in a flash, and I felt his lips caress my cock head. He had terrific technique, which shouldn't have surprised me from his skilled kissing. My entire 6 inches was in his mouth before I could take a full breath. His tongue slithered its way around my phallus, tickling my frenulum several times.
I felt myself edging closer to an orgasm and was just about to pull him off when he relinquished my cock and smiled that adorable dimpled smile at me with a string of saliva connecting my cock to his lips.
We shared an affectionate gaze for a few moments before Pedro turned to take Luke's much large penis down his throat. It took Mr. Garza a minute, but he didn't relent until he had all of Luke's glory in his maw.
When he withdrew and moved to Luke's testicles, my husband's cock was at its full 9-inch stiffness. The teen could fit only one of Luke's balls in his mouth at a time. He gave them each some love, then deep-throated the massive cock again.
When Pedro released Luke's cock from his mouth, Luke picked him up by the underarms, lifting him effortlessly until the bellhop's head almost hit the ceiling. It was high enough that Luke could take Pedro's cock into his mouth.
Pedro turned to me as Luke sucked him. The look of ecstasy on the teen's face was priceless. Too soon for Pedro's liking, Luke lowered the young man so they could kiss. As they continued kissing, Luke carried Pedro to our king bed and gently laid him out.
Luke and I held hands as we admired the handsome young man splayed out on our bed without shyness or embarrassment. He looked from Luke to me and back again with anticipation in his smile and pre cum dripping onto his belly from his throbbing erection.
Luke kissed me and said, "Well, Q, you have more apologizing to do. Do you mind if I assist you?"
I returned his kiss. "I insist on your assistance, my love."
Shit. I used the "L" word. I used it obliquely, but it might still count.
I held my breath to wait for Luke's reaction. He smiled at me and said, "Thank you, my love," he replied with a smile that let me know it was a deliberate choice of words. "I like how we share everything. Let's get to work."
We lay on either side of Pedro and kissed, nibbled, licked, and sucked on him from his head to his constantly-leaking cock. It took us about 10 minutes until our tongues met as we both licked his delicious emission from the tip of his penis.
Pedro allowed us to control his experience. He made no effort to touch us or encourage us. His hands stayed above his head in complete submission to our desire. Our shared desire was to give him as much pleasure as possible with our mouths and fingers.
We edged the boy for another 15 minutes, tantalizing his penis, scrotum, taint, and anus. Pedro remained pliant, allowing us to move his legs where we wanted. He would pick up his head from time to time to see who was doing what to him but offered no guidance to tell us what he wanted.
When he wasn't trying to look at us, Pedro lay back with his eyes closed, sometimes biting his lower lip and huffing or moaning. I remember scanning Pedro's supine body and wanting to taste him again.
Mr. Garza's deep golden Mexican complexion glistened in the daylight from the floor-to-ceiling windows. His abdomen was absolutely sexy, rising and falling with his panting.
I traced my fingers over his teenage skin and smiled as goosebumps rose and muscles twitched under the flawless skin. I ran my fingernails up and down the inside of his thigh, eliciting a tiny squeal.
Luke winked at me to signal that it was time to bring Pedro to orgasm. I confused my lover by changing my position to suck on his 9-inch cock, slobbering all over it. When he saw me moving Pedro's legs again, pulling his knees up to expose his hole, Luke understood.
I considered looking for lube somewhere, but when I saw how wet and relaxed Pedro's anus was and how wet I got Luke's cock, I was confident of Pedro's comfort.
Luke winked, nodded at me, and held his cock out as he approached the supple hole. I went back onto Pedro's cock and found a nipple to pinch. I knew precisely when Luke's cock touched Pedro's anus because the young man hissed and smiled bright enough to light the city. But he remained utterly relaxed, eyes closed, gladly accepting Luke's intruding monster.
I pulled back so only Pedro's corona was in my mouth, moving a little lower to watch Luke fuck the bellhop's ass. I was shocked to see Luke pistoning the entirety of his 9 inches in and out of Pedro's anus.
I managed to turn my head enough to look at Luke's gleeful grin. I redoubled my efforts with my mouth on Pedro's cock, my left hand tugging his balls, and my right hand twisting his nipple. Luke leaned forward so that his ripped abs were rubbing on my face. It felt like he was fucking Pedro and me simultaneously.
I heard our young friend panting faster and faster still, signaling his impending orgasm. I released his nipple, removed my mouth from his cock, and replaced it with my hand, then moved down to bite and lick Pedro's balls as I fisted his fat cock.
Less than a minute later, I heard Pedro moaning, "Nnnnn, nnnnn, nnnnn." I felt his cum pulsing through his cock as I continued to pump it. I lifted my head to see Luke twisting his hips, raking the tip of his cock over Pedro's prostate over and over.
The young man's face, neck, and chest were streaked with cum, and more still burbled out from his cock. I stilled my hand on his penis and listened to his breathing struggle back into rhythm.
Luke kept moving inside Pedro's anus, increasing his thrusting again after Pedro had begun to recover from his ecstasy. The bellhop started to twitch but made no request for Luke to stop and kept his cum-covered eyes closed.
I felt Pedro's cock swelling in my hand. Luke was inducing a second orgasm in the boy. I was surprised to see two shots hit his face again, part of them landing in his slack-jawed mouth.
A long low groan escaped Pedro, but Luke was still moving slowly in and out of his ass. I looked at my lover's face. He smiled and mouthed, "One more." I knew better than to question him. Somehow Luke knew better than Pedro did what Pedro needed.
Luke allowed Pedro to recover for another minute, then began fucking him more vigorously than ever. I worked my mouth down so my tongue could lick Pedro's ass ring and Luke's cock simultaneously. They both tasted sweet, and I never wanted anything more.
I managed to get the tip of my tongue inside Pedro to feel Luke's penis sawing in and out. I hooked my tongue to pull the anus open even more, eliciting a growl from Pedro. I felt Luke's hand on my head, encouraging me to do that more.
My tongue began to tire after a few minutes, but I summoned the will to keep going. Luke was varying his approach again, followed quickly by more tremors in Pedro's body.
"Aaah, nnnn, Ooooh, sssssssss," signaled the bellhop's third orgasm in less than 10 minutes. I thought my tongue might be severed by the force of Pedro's anus contracting.
Luke remained still but did not remove his iron rod from Pedro's ass. I extricated myself from the tasty anus to examine the shell of the teen that used to be Pedro. An unbroken streak of cum shot up to his right shoulder. How could he cum so hard and so much?
Luke looked at me and whispered, "Let's eat!"
We proceeded to lap the cum from Pedro's face and body as if we were performing a sacred ritual. Luke and I savored the taste of both his cum and his skin, sharing our quarry through frequent kisses.
Luke was still fucking Pedro at a languorous pace. I wondered whether he thought he could induce a fourth orgasm, but Pedro's cock had finally whithered.
I worked my way back to Pedro's mouth, in part to verify that he was breathing. I placed my lips on his and felt his tongue slide into my mouth. He slowly probed for all the accumulated flavors: his cum, his skin, his cock, his ass, Luke's cock, and Luke's mouth.
After more than a half-hour of being laid out, Pedro finally moved his arms, placing both hands on my face without opening his eyes.
"Mr. Collins?" Pedro sighed.
"Yes, Mr. Garza?"
"Apology accepted." A giggling smile split his face, creasing his dimples so adorably I wanted to eat him up.
* * *
Luke, Pedro, and I enjoyed a sloppy three-way kiss. Luke asked, "What should I do with this?"
He flexed his still-hard cock buried in Pedro's ass, causing Pedro to gurgle and giggle. "I suppose you can't leave it there for later, can you?"
"I'm afraid not, my friend," Luke answered just above a whisper. "I like to take it with me wherever I go."
"I understand," laughed Pedro. "Let me clean it for you."
Luke finally withdrew from Pedro's sacred enclave and turned around, so they were in a 69 position. Pedro had no problem taking all of Luke's softening penis. Luke had no problem taking Pedro's exhausted penis.
I'm unsure how Luke managed not to cum from Pedro's masterful oral work on his cock. He has better control than I do, but that's not saying much.
After a couple of minutes of mutual sucking, Luke extracted himself from Pedro's throat. "Thank you, my friend, for an enjoyable break. But I must get back to work. I just wanted to pop in to make sure my Quentin was getting settled in."
Luke kissed the bellhop, whose smile never left his face. Then he kissed me, and I got hard again. He called me "my Quentin!" I wanted to be possessed by him, body and soul. I reluctantly allowed Luke to end our kiss. We heard Pedro sigh, and both looked at the cute young man in our bed.
"He looks good there, doesn't he," Luke remarked.
"Indeed he does," I agreed. "He should be there often."
Luke smiled at the thought. "How many room keys do you have?"
"They gave me two," I answered.
"I also have two. Let's give one to Mr. Pedro Ignacio Garza so that he can come and go as he pleases," Luke suggested.
Another marvelous idea from my husband. I kissed him and got off the bed to find my pants in the sitting area, returning in just a few seconds, waving the key card in the air.
I climbed on the bed, straddling Pedro. I rubbed my hard cock on his spent one, his soft flesh making a comfortable pillow for my erection. Luke stood next to the bed, tucking his semi-hardon down his trouser leg.
I kissed Pedro's dimples and licked his tongue when he stuck it out at me. "Luke and I want you to have this room key. We are here until the end of the month. You should feel free to come and go as you please, whether either of us is here or not.
"Don't call ahead. Don't knock. Just come in, take off all your clothing, and make yourself at home," I instructed. "Our only rule is that you must strip upon entering and stay naked at all times while here."
Mr. Garza looked from Luke to me and back again to verify what he was hearing.
Luke reinforced my invitation. "If you want a nap or shower, just come in and make yourself at home. If we are here, just slip into bed with us. You will never be turned away. My only request is that you not invite others into our room without consulting with us first. Agreed, Mr. Garza?"
Pedro nodded with such enthusiasm I thought he might give himself whiplash. I was still straddling him, frotting us together. Luke kissed Pedro's right cheek while I kissed his left.
Luke stood as I continued to kiss Pedro. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. His tongue went into my hole, and I groaned into Pedro's mouth.
"I needed a snack to get me through the afternoon. You're coming back for a 3:00 meeting, Q, correct?"
"Mm-hmm," I hummed while exploring Pedro's mouth.
Smack! "See you then, my insolent boy," Luke paddled my ass and then kissed it gently. I liked the way he called me his boy, even though I was five years older than he.
After a few more minutes of kissing, I suggested that Pedro and I should shower. "You have cum in your hair, my sweet. Mrs. Marino would probably not be pleased with that."
He giggled again, being completely adorable again. He turned and looked at the bedside clock. "I had best get you unpacked first. Christine told me to take my time and see that you are completely comfortable before I leave. Are you comfortable?"
I answered with another kiss. I like kissing.
Somehow the more petite man managed to flip me over, so he was straddling me. He laughed at my surprised expression and kissed me before leaping off the bed and heading to the door.
He opened the door and entered the hall naked, retrieving my bags from the luggage cart. I heard voices but didn't make out what they were saying.
Pedro returned with my bags. I asked if he had problems in the hall. "Oh no. I was just chatting with your neighbors and a couple of hotel staff. The neighbors seem like a nice couple. They are from Albania."
I asked if they were surprised about his state of dress.
"They didn't seem to be," he answered. "In this business, you see naked people daily, whether in their rooms or the hall. It's not a big deal for most people."
Pedro turned into an efficient bellhop, opening two folding luggage stands and unzipping my bags. He found his uniform pants and pulled a plastic bag out of the pocket. He broke the seal on the bag and quickly put on a pair of white cotton gloves.
I laughed at the absurd sight of him naked except for the gloves.
"It's a requirement that we wear fresh gloves when handling guests' personal belongings," he explained. Who was I to tell him how to do his job.
He was deft at removing my clothing from the bag and refolding everything to perfection. When he asked where I wanted my clothing, I didn't know what to say because I didn't know how Luke had his belongings arranged.
I began opening drawers and looking in the closet. I had Pedro put my shirts next to Luke's, keeping casual and workout clothing separate. Pedro hung my dressier shirts and slacks next to Luke's.
I almost cried at the sight of us sharing a closet and dresser drawers just like we were husbands living together.
Pedro moved on to my other bag and began to sort out my toiletries, making several trips to and from the bathroom. He didn't ask where I wanted anything: he just put my articles next to Luke's.
"Mr. Collins," Pedro asked.
"Yes, Mr. Garza?"
"Would you like your dildo and vibrator in the bathroom or the bedside table?" Pedro spoke as if he were asking where he should put my hairbrush.
I tried not to blush, but I figured we were beyond having secrets, having already known each other for almost an hour. "On the bedside table, thank you. Although I don't anticipate having much use for them anymore," I responded.
Pedro smiled at me but kept about his business.
"Mr. Collins?"
"Please call me Quentin, or Q, if you prefer."
"Quentin?"
"Yes, Pedro?"
"I can't find any lube. Surely you don't use your sex aides without lubricant. There is a Walgreens off the lobby if you need anything. We deliver orders from there for our guests."
"Thank you, Pedro. I must have forgotten to pack it from my former hotel room. I'll stop at the Walgreens on my way back after work this evening. Do you know if they carry Gun Oil?"
"I don't believe they do, sir. But I know of another store that has a wide selection of products. I will pick some up for you on my way to school."
"You have to go back to school? This afternoon? Where do you go?"
"Yes, Quentin. I have a class tonight. I started at Feinberg last month."
"Is that a high school," I asked dumbly.
Pedro giggled and snorted. "How old do you think I am?"
"I don't know, 16, 17," I guessed.
Pedro stepped closer to me. "Do I have a youthful glow?"
I couldn't help myself from kissing him. "Yes. You have childlike enthusiasm. But, I must say, you have the vocabulary of an adulta well-educated adult at that. Do you be smart, Mr. Garza," I joked.
"I'm going to turn 19 next week, Mr. Collins. I guess I am a little above average in intelligentness being. But I have always done well in school, Pedro explained. "I just started on my Master's in Healthcare Informatics at the Feinberg School of Medicine of Northwestern University.
"The Feinberg campus is less than a mile from here, so working at the hotel is convenient. And Christine allows me to work when it fits into my schedule. She is kind and caring, despite her matronly countenance."
"My dad has been an electrician here all my life," Pedro continued. "Christine told him I would have a job whenever I needed one. She kept that promise.
"If I'm candid, my dad and his apprentice were some of the people I was talking to in the hall just before. The woman next door had a flaky voltage converter on her facial steamer and blew a circuit. Dad went to reset the circuit and ensure there was no damage or danger of fire."
I laughed. "Was your dad surprised to see you out of your uniform?"
"Only a little. It's far from the first time. His apprentice sure didn't stop himself from studying my body," Pedro giggled.
* * *
As Pedro was explaining, we had moved out to the sitting area, where he picked up my clothing to place in the bedroom. I heard voices in the hall, so I opened the door a little.
"Mr. Garza, is it? Could I have a minute of your time?" I asked the man in a khaki uniform. There was no doubt that he was Pedro's dad, looking like an animation of how Pedro might age in 25 years. He was still handsome.
The electrician entered the room, followed by his apprentice. I had forgotten that I was naked and only remembered when I noticed the apprentice giving me a few up and down scans. Yeah, well, too late now.
I continued as if nothing were out of the ordinary. I introduced myself and began to speak, "Pedro told me you were next door, so I was eager to talk to you. I want to congratulate you on raising an extraordinary son.
"I've only just met the young Mr. Garza a short while ago, but he is one of the most impressive people I've had the privilege of encountering."
The elder (though certainly not elderly) Mr. Garza smirked at me. "By `encountering,' do you mean `entering?' I know that my son inherited our family's precocious libido. You don't need to be coy with me, especially with the way you are dressed."
I laughed. "I'm not being coy, Mr. Garza. My partner entered your son, but I did not. My assignment was to use my mouth to give your son a great orgasm as an apology for a previous misunderstanding." Why did I tell Pedro's father I sucked his son, and Luke fucked him? What is wrong with me?
"Misunderstanding?" Mr. Garza inquired.
"Yes, sir. I mistook a remark Pedro meant to be a self-effacing joke as him denigrating his self-worth, and I couldn't stand the thought that such a kind, intelligent, well-spoken, thoughtful, and handsome young man would have such a low opinion of himself," I spoke more quickly and louder than I realized.
Pedro came into the room to see what was up. "Hi, Dad! Long time no see. Is there a problem in the suite?" The naked 18-year-old hugged his father and kissed both cheeks. His father reciprocated and held his son's face affectionately.
"Yes, Mijo, I think there is a problem," Mr. Garza explained. "I think you've cast a spell on Mr. Collins to make him fall in love with you."
"Dad, I didn't cast a spell," Pedro protested with a giggle. God, that lilting giggle!
"Then how do you explain that look on his face, Mijo," Mr. Garza asked with a smirk.
A blush spread all over my body as the three men looked at me.
Pedro approached, and I grabbed him, kissing him as if my life depended on it. His mouth still tasted of Luke's cock and his own ass. As I moved my hands around his body, I felt bits of dried cum on him, including in his hair.
We kissed for more than a minute. When we broke, even I knew that I had a lovesick expression on my face. I was a goner. Pedro fired double-barrel dimple magic straight into my heart.
"Ay, no, no, no," Mr. Garza whined. "It's worse than I thought. You are going to be with my son for, what, three, four days? Then what? You are going to leave with a broken heart. What if you break Pedro's heart, Mr. Collins? Are you willing to tear my son's heart to pieces?"
I sank to my knees, then sat on my heels as I wrapped myself around Pedro's waist. Yup, I was gone. I felt tears stinging my eyes at the thought of both of us being heartbroken. I pressed my face into Pedro's belly, planted repeated kisses on it, then held his penis and kissed it several times as his father watched.
"The last thing I want is to hurt your son, Mr. Garza," I pleaded as I cradled Pedro's scrotum in my cupped hands. "Luke and I are here until the end of the month. It's not just a few days."
"Oh, god, no!" Mr. Garza exclaimed. "That's even worse."
"What can I do? It's too late," I whined. I couldn't deny that Pedro had already stolen my heart.
Pedro's father shook his head. "Why can't you just have meaningless sex with him? Other men have done it. It doesn't have to be more than a fun night, then you both go on with your lives."
"Pedro is too good for that. He should only be with men who respect and cherish him," I scolded Mr. Garza.
"The next thing you know, Mijo, they are going to give you a key to the room and tell you basically to move in, coming and going as you please," Mr. Garza warned.
Pedro smiled and put out his gloved left hand, palm facing down. Two fingers fished out the room key I had given him from the back of the glove. He held it up for his father to see,
"Already?" Mr. Garza tapped his forehead with his palm. "There are going to be so many tears."
* * *
I stood to hug Pedro and then kissed him briefly. I held him tightly as I turned to Mr. Garza to speak. I could feel Pedro and me subtlely grinding against each other. "There don't have to be tears, but I'm sure there will be some. But, sir, you don't shed tears over the loss of inconsequential things.
"We know we won't be together permanently, but that doesn't mean our time together can't be exceptional and authentic.
"I am a software analyst. Luke is a database engineer. We might even be useful study mates for Pedro as well as good friends."
Pedro smiled at me again as I continued to hold him, and I fell even more deeply for him. Why do I do this? I felt us both getting hard as I ran my hands up and down his back and cupped his ass. For some reason, I was utterly unconcerned about doing this in front of his father and the flustered apprentice.
Pedro sighed and turned to his father. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I don't mean to put myself in these situations, but I do it repeatedly."
"Come here, Mijo," Mr. Garza said, stretching his arms. Pedro took a few steps to his father with his erection tapping his belly. I stood with my erection pointing skyward as well. I didn't do anything to conceal it.
Mr. Garza held his son by the shoulders and looked at his arousal; then, he looked at mine. He laughed, pulled his son to himself, and kissed his cheeks and mouth briefly.
"My sweet little boy grew into a horny young man, didn't he? So, you want to spend the next few weeks with Mr. Collins and this Luke fellow?"
Pedro kissed his father. "His name is Luke Vestergaard, Dad. I like them both, and they've been sweet to me. I could find much worse ways of spending my time."
Mr. Garza laughed and kissed Pedro again. "You most definitely could. Enjoy your time, my love. But, please try not to fall in love. Maybe you will stay friends, though?"
Pedro kissed his dad's mouth for several seconds. "I love you, Dad. No matter what. Thank you for supporting me."
Pedro turned around in his father's arms. The resemblance was unmistakable, with their cheeks pressed together. I walked toward them and noticed Pedro's erection as hard as ever. I embraced them both as I kissed the younger Mr. Garza, then spoke to his father.
"You, sir, must have a pass key that allows you access to every room?"
He nodded as I pecked his son's lips.
"Good," I continued. "The same rules apply for you as for Pedro: You use the key at your convenience. Don't knock. Don't call ahead. Come in any time you desire. You must check on Pedro every day, several times per day.
"If, for any reason, you decide that it would be best for your son to remove himself from Luke and me, say the word, and we will sadly say goodbye. You are his father. You know better than I what is good for him."
Pedro touched my face. "Quentin, that's not necessary," he protested.
"It is necessary, my sweet. I can't be with someone who disrespects his father. I've known your dad for only a few minutes, and I already know the enormity of his love for you. We must not put that at risk."
Pedro pouted. "What if he comes in while we're having sex?"
I smiled and looked at Mr. Garza. "Then he can watch or join us, as he prefers. Maybe he can give us some pointers. Your dad has been having sex longer than you've been alive, young man. We could benefit from his experience."
Pedro screwed up his face as his dad laughed and added, "He's right, Mijo. I've been sexually active since I was 13, the same as you. I hope I've learned something in those 24 years. Of course, some of that experience was with women, but it still counts for something."
I was intrigued that Pedro's father said that "some" of his sexual experience was with women. Not "most" or "half?" Perhaps he would join us in bed if he likes what he sees. I would welcome that.
I hugged Pedro for a moment, then pushed his face aside to kiss his father. "I am eager to learn from your experience, sir," I said with a smile.
"Please call me Luis or Lou," Mr. Garza said with a twinkle in his eye, firing his powerful ray of dimple magic from his 37-year-old face.
"Luis, it is," I said, punctuating my remark with another kiss. Luis returned the kiss in kind. I felt his hands massaging my bare ass. I signaled my approval by opening my mouth and inviting his tongue in to explore. I visited his mouth after a few moments. After lunch, he must have brushed his teeth or at least rinsed but I thought I caught a hint of peanut butter.
"Dad, are you going to steal my boyfriends," Pedro asked petulantly.
I kissed the younger Garza man and said, "We're not possessions to be bought, sold, or stolen, young one. It will be up to Luke and me whether we want to be shared. Will this be the first time you and your father have had the same partner?"
They both nodded.
"Well, it will be a learning experience all around, won't it," I laughed. Luis seemed at ease with the notion, while Pedro was slightly more circumspect.
* * *
I told the Garza men of our plans for the night and invited them to join us for any part of the evening they wished. I took a moment to total the size of our crowd and noted that if we all made it back to Luke and my suite, the bed would be crowded with ten people.
Luis laughed. "I think that sounds like a fun evening, don't you, Mijo, mi hijo?" Then turning to me, he continued, "I have friends in housekeeping. We'll get something set up for you. You're certainly not the first people to have an adult sleepover."
I laughed and kissed him again, welcoming his hands roaming my body. Luis asked what time Luke and I would be out of the room. I told him we were expected to be at Dan's by 6:00 and didn't think we'd return to the room before meeting everyone at 8:00 for a workout session.
"The room will be ready by 7:30," Luis stated. "Charya and his crew are very efficient, and he will have everything set up for your maximum comfort and pleasure."
"How many people will be working in the room? I want to ensure I leave enough for a tip," I asked.
Luis said they usually work in four-man crews to rearrange furniture for events and set up extra bedding, but he would verify that with me. I handed him my phone and asked him to send himself a text so we could create contacts for each other.
With one more tongue-filled kiss, I said goodbye to Luis. I turned to his apprentice, who hadn't uttered a word the entire time he was in the suite, and apologized for not properly introducing myself.
I looked into his clear blue eyes and noticed a few freckles on his nose. I asked his name.
"Uh, Aaron," came the unsteady answer.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Aaron. I hope we haven't offended you by our casual intimacy in front of you," I said softly.
"No. I mean, it is nice to meet you, too, sir. I wasn't offended," he stammered.
"I hope you didn't feel excluded. Do you like to kiss, Aaron?"
"Yes, of course," he answered.
I closed the distance and met his relatively dry lips. He seemed surprised but allowed me to kiss him. After a moment, he began to respond, soon enough placing his hands on my hips.
We didn't stay connected for an extended amount of time. When I pulled away from him, he had wide eyes.
"I've never kissed a man before," he explained.
"Oh, I'm honored to be your first. What did you think," I asked.
"It was nice, actually. I didn't think I would like it, but it was nice. Yeah, nice." Aaron was still off-balance.
"Pedro is better at kissing than I am," I told Aaron. Then I told Pedro to give the apprentice electrician some of his labial magic.
Aaron was still flustered, but I could see much more participation from him as he and Pedro kissed for several moments.
"Was I right, or was I right," I confirmed.
"Wow, that was really nice, Pedro. I never thought about making out with a dude. Well, I thought about it, but, you know, not in a positive way. That was pretty cool," Aaron said more enthusiastically than I expected.
"Luis is just as good," I encouraged Aaron.
Luis looked at me and said thoughtfully, "That can never happen. I am Aaron's supervisor. It would be sexual harassment no matter who started it or whether or not it was consensual. I would be fired on the spot and rightfully so if anyone ever found out about it."
I took a moment and apologized for suggesting such a thing. "Well, I guess you'll have to keep practicing with the young pup if he's agreeable," I recovered my composure.
"Yeah, definitely," Aaron enthused. Pedro shot some of his dimple magic in return and nodded.
With that, we bade goodbye to the electricians.
* * *
Pedro and I took a pretty no-nonsense shower. We both had to get back to work.
It was torture sitting through my 3:00 meeting approving workflow changes to be locked down in the new system before we signed off on migrating it from the staging servers to the production server cluster.
The only things that brought smiles to my face were texts from Luke and Dan.
Luke confirmed that he would be done at 5:00 and signed off with kissy faces.
Dan sent Luke and me a message saying to come to dinner in our workout clothes. He followed up by saying that the same rules apply in his apartment as in the men's lounge at the gym as far as our agreement on dress code.
So, I'm expected to be naked at Dan's? Fine with me.
Luke replied: 😊 Me too?
Dan sent a laughing face and replied: Of course! I guess I'll join you, so I'm not the odd man out.
Naked dinner party! Yea!
If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy my other stories: Rabbit Hole and Life at Warren Hill