The 22 year old guy walks into my hotel room and puts his backpack down. He looks around and paces the room. His movements are fluid and graceful.
“I’m Jason.” He spots my cup from 7-Eleven. “Mind if I have some of that slushie?”
“Well, I already drank half of it. But sure I guess.”
“You sure that wouldn’t be weird?” he asks, delicately grabbing the giant cup and taking a big slurp. “Thanks.”
I’m still trying to place him. He said he met me once when I was in Toronto, but I search my notes, and I can’t find anyone matching his age and description, a young tan-skinned man of 22. He’s tall and thin, and he seems distracted by something. I take my shirt off and get on the bed, check my phone.
“I forgot what you like,” he says, gazing at my chest, while slurping the last of my slushie.
“Anything oral,” I remind him.
“Kay.” he stands in front the bed, thinking a moment. His mind is somewhere else, but he strips to his boxers anyway. I drink in the curves of body, his trim abdomen, and the delicious curve of his ass through his rouge briefs. He climbs the foot of the bed, approaching me and grabs the edge of my jeans. I unbutton them for him and he slowly pulls them down, and grabs my bulge through my underwear.
“Can I see yours?” I ask.
“Oh sure, but I’m shy about it. It’s really small.” Kneeling on the bed, he casually pulls his briefs down over one leg and then the other and flicks them off the bed. He’s right. He has a very tiny cock, but I would still love to swirl my tongue around it in my mouth.
Instead, he yanks my underwear down over my butt. My 7” uncut cock pops out, already hard from the show he’s giving me. He slowly lowers his face to it and I feel the warmth of his mouth engulf it.
“Yeaaahhh….” I moan, and let my legs spread open. I wriggle my butt into the hotel’s king size comforter, and enjoy the feelings of his mouth on my member. His movements are robotic, but well practiced and my dick is rock hard.
“Would you like me to suck you too?” I ask him.
His head pops up, and he licks his lips. “Can you hear that?” he asks.
“What?”
“The music. I think there’s a party next door.” He sits back on the bed, pensive. “You ever crashed a party?”
What? “Not really…”
“Would you wanna?” he asks, with a sparkle in his eye. “What do you think would happen if we went over there?”
Oh god, I’ve never been at a hotel party since high school. And there, I knew everybody. “Well they might tell us to get lost.”
“I don’t think they will.”
“What kind of party do you think it is?
“I don’t know. They could have prostitutes. If I went over would you come with me?”
“I dunno, maybe?”
But he’s already got his pants on again and wriggling his lithe torso into his shirt. What the hell, why not. I quickly get dressed and we head out the door.
But I have to dash back in for my keycard before the door closes. When I get to the room, the door is closing but he’s already inside. I reach out a hand and stop it. I can see an old man, with wild gray hair. He’s like Doc Brown, clad only in a leather strap. He kneels on the bed, showing off a of perfect breasts. His head is gesticulating wildly back and forth. I think he — I mean she is messed up in some way.
Oh my fucking god.
A muscle-bound middle eastern man, stripped to his boxers is now holding the door open for me.
I feel awkward. “Uh yeah, we’re just from next door.”
“Yeah, are we being too loud?”
“No no no no… my friend just suggested that we — uh — we come join the party.”
“Well it’s her room.” He points his finger back at the wild haired — woman.
She lays back on the bed, digs her garish orange high heels into the sheets and thrusts her soft penis into the air.
The door greeter has abandoned me now, so I slowly walk in.
Oh my fucking god.
I see two penis enlargement pumps laying on their side in beside the TV, and an assortment of dildos on display in front of it. On the TV, leather clad muscle bodies are fucking and moaning, but you can barely hear them over the music. I navigate my way past this chaos, to join Jason at the back near the window, away from the unusual woman on the bed.
A second middle eastern man is sitting on the couch near the window, staring up at the ceiling. A bright beam of light shines from the table beside him. At first I think its some kind of toy, then realize its a portable projector. A scene of two guys fucking is stretched into strange twilight-zone trapezoid on the ceiling. I run my fingers over the beam of light, in the air.
The masturbating man takes his hand from his dick and sticks it out at me. “Hi, I’m Roy.”
“I’m Pete.” I smile at him, but my eyes are panicked still trying to take in everything.
The tranny is saying something to us, but her speech is garbled, all the words drawl together. Her voice is low and guttural.
Jason is heading toward the bed talking with the tranny, and he’s already got his shirt off.
The man from the door squeezes behind me. “I’m gonna take a joint,” he announces.
“As long as your paying for it,” the tranny shouts across the room, the first clear phrase I’ve heard from her.
“Yeah yeah,” the doorman says and flings open the curtains. and the cold winter air floods in, a welcome relief from the hot room. Roy gets up and follows his friend outside and I’m left alone at the far end of the room. I retreat closer to the hotel room door.
“..and then I came down with fucking parkinsons,” I hear the tranny talking to Jason. “And I thought fuck it all so I got it done.”
I’m looking at the nightstand beside the bed and I see a tiny bag of something chunky, like white cheese powder. Crack? She sees me looking, and misinterprets my gaze. She reaches over and grabs a tall cylindrical tube. FUCK WATER, says the label. “You ever try this stuff?” she drawls.
“No no, I haven’t, I’ve seen in in porn though,” I tell her.
Her hand shakes in the air and as tries to squeeze some out but realizes it’s still got the seal, and she talks incoherently, struggling to open it and peel off the seal. “Here,” she says, when she has the lid back on again.
“Uh thanks,” I say, and stick out my hand. Her hand sways back and forth but she manages to squirt some out for me. I stand there awkwardly and look at the liquid in my palm. It looks like cum. Am I supposed to fuck her now?
Jason sees my discomfort and pipes up. “Why don’t you go back to your room and try it out?”
“Yes, yes, I think I will!” I shout. Thank-you Jason. About 5 seconds later I am back in my room. I shut the door behind me and lean back against it in relief, glad to be out of whatever I had gotten myself into.
Oh my fucking god.
I wash off the lube in the sink and collapse into my chair. I’m safe here. I had no idea what was going on in the room next door. What kind of hotel is this? The Chelsea is respectable, huge, and has a daycare, and toddler swim park, gym, and… sex parties?
Well, it’s got me. And then I laugh. There’s nobody to hear me. I let out all the fear and insecurities and laugh. This is why I hookup. Thrills, and adventures! My phone says it’s already 2am, but I’m not able to sleep, so I lay in the bed with my laptop and write the first part of this story for the next 45 minutes.
My phone thumps with a Grindr message. “I wanna sleep besofe u,” it says. It’s Jason.
What the hell, why not.
“Sure, just knock,” I reply. Then I grab my wallet from my coat and put it on the upper shelf of the closet, and pack up my computer. It doesn’t fit under the bed, so I put it in my backpack beside the wall. I barely finish before he knocks on the door.
“Well, what happened?” I ask him.
“We talked,” he says, pacing my room uncertainly. “I gotta work at 6 though, can I stay at your place?” he asks. The subway has already stopped working, and in downtown Toronto, we are two hours away his place.
“Uh sure!” I tell him.
“I could tell you’re a really nice guy,” he says, and he begins to relax a bit. “You wanna try anything else?”
“I’m alright. And you half to get up in a few hours anyway.” Instead, we talk for a while, about life in the big city. It turns out he’s actually 28, not 22, but he easily passes for it. Soon, he takes a shower, and when he comes out of the bathroom in his briefs, he carefully checks his backpack for the next day. He lays down beside me, facing the door.
After we turn off the lights I gaze at his smooth back and delicious round cheeks in his underwear, and I can’t resist running my hand down his side, and cupping his ass. Just looking at him gives me a huge hardon.
He turns around again, smiles, sleepily, and slips his hand down my underwear, cupping my cock. “I guess you do want to try something.”
Once again, his mouth closes around my cock and I can feel the cool burning of his mouthwash as he works between my legs. I let my legs fall open and rest my hand on his head, stroking his thick black hair.
Watching him bob up and down on my cock, soon I arch my back and press my head into the pillow, in utter ecstasy, and he eagerly takes my huge load. Then, grinning, with his hand over his mouth, he runs to he sink, spits, and washes up again.
We both lay in bed now, but I do not sleep. When 5:30am hits, I watch him quietly get dressed, grab his backpack and sneak out into the streets of Toronto.