The Hotel

All characters are 18+

A story from The Word Game. Submission by Mark Schmitt - Hotel, Coworkers, Straight.

"There must be some kind of mistake" Alex said for the third time, "this was booked well in advance by the company that we work for!" You could hear the frustration in his voice, and I didn't really blame him either.

We'd been travelling for almost nine hours. A delayed flight, missed taxi and two hours of traffic later, and the two of us were the last to arrive at the hotel.

"I'm sorry, sir" the young woman said once more, "but this is the only room available".

"I'm not sure you're understanding this, sweetheart" twenty-five-year-old Alex hissed, with that air of superiority that he often had, "but there is one bed in that room, and there are two of us".

He gestured toward me with his thumb, and the woman sat back and lifted her hands hopelessly.

"I'm not sure you're understanding, sir" she quipped, and noticed the smile on my face, "but there are no other rooms available".

Alex gasped with exasperation and turned to me. We were quite close even considering our vast differences. He was a posh boy, who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and the idea that everybody in the world was below him engrained into his mind. I had a much more civilised upbringing in a working class family. As it turned out, we both landed a very lucrative job in a very large company.

"I don't care, man" I sighed, truly just wanting to have a warm shower.

"Fine!" He barked, "but I'll be speaking to management about this".

"Tell them I said hello" the woman smirked, and slid the keycard to a furious Alex.

The room was quite nice, though the bed situation seemed to be infuriating Alex who hadn't stopped talking about it since we found out.

"Derek from Events needs to deal with this shit" he snarled, punching his finger against his phone, "it's outrageous do to this!"

"Oh relax" I scoffed, "it's not a big deal".

It wasn't. We were two straight men, and I for one, was very comfortable in my sexuality. I'd shared plenty of beds with pals growing up, and at twenty-one, it didn't bother me in the slightest.

Alex sat down and began making phone calls, and I went for a shower. When I came back out, I did so in only a towel, and searched through my bag for my clothes.

I had a pretty decent body, though I wouldn't describe myself as ripped by any means. I guess it was pretty normal, though a few years of high school football had left an impression. I caught Alex having a glance, but wasn't overly suspicious. If it had been the other way around, I would have probably done the same.

It transpired that there were indeed no other rooms or beds available in the hotel. We were given the option of travelling another hour further to a cheaper downgrade, but both of us decided against it, and so we came back from the bar at ten at night, and undressed together.

"This conference better not be the same as last time" Alex growled, pulling his t-shirt off and revealing an equally impressive body, "I'll jump out the top window if it is".

When the handsome young man stood in just his boxer shorts, he fell onto the king size bed and sighed.

I joined him a moment later, and he turned his back, likely to minimise the amount of gayness. I smiled to myself, and after the day we'd both had, fell asleep in an instant.

When I awoke, I did so to the sound of grunting. I lay there for a moment, trying to make sense of it, until I heard the unmistakable sloshing of a wank. I considered keeping my eyes closed and just brushing it off until I realised that I hadn't actually gotten into the bed, and was simply laying on top. Not only that, but a nocturnal boner had crept in, and I could feel it tenting in my boxer briefs.

"Are you good, bro?" I scoffed, and Alex gasped and went still.

"I... I was uh... Just scratching".

"Right" I said, adjusting my erection so it was less visible.

I closed my eyes again, until Alex spoke once more.

"Could you... I mean, I know this is weird, but could you show me it?"

He was right. This was weird. I sat up and stared at him in the darkness, my brow furrowed.

"Show you what?" I asked him, though I already had a sneaking suspicion.

"I'm not gay, man" he said with a wince, "but your body, it's making me so fucking horny".

I wasn't sure if it was a joke or not, but judging by the fact that Alex still had his hand in his boxer shorts, I assumed not.

"That's fucked up, man" I said, and his face showed his sadness.

I shook my head, feeling slightly sorry for him, and smirked to myself.

"Fine" I sighed, and slid down my underwear.

My seven inch cock remained hard, though I wasn't exactly turned on by the situation. Alex's eyes nearly burst from his head, and suddenly he was jerking violently.

I lay back, a smile across my face as my straight, snobby coworker beat his meat to the sight of my cock.

"You can suck it if you want" I told him, unsure if he'd go that far, but the words had barely left my mouth when Alex dove for it, wrapping his lips around it and swallowing it hungrily.

"Holy shit, bro!" I laughed, looking down as he gobbed me, "someones eager!"

Alex mumbled a response into my meat, but continued to slurp, and then I realised how good it felt. I'd never in my life considered getting my dick sucked by a guy, but perhaps I'd been missing out. The offer was one of kindness, but I was beginning to realise that I was getting as much out of this as he was.

I moaned into my fist as he sucked my pole and jerked himself off in unison. The sound of the wet blowjob filled the room, and I gasped and grunted until I felt my orgasm build in my balls.

"Dude" I gasped, sweating now, "I... I think I'm gonna cum!"

His hand sped up on his own rod, and his tongue lapped at my exposed cock head. My body became stiff for a moment, and then a wave of intense pleasure rushed through me.

"Fuck!" I cried out, and began unleashing a two day load into my coworkers mouth.

Alex gulped it down, and as he did, he moaned too. His hand tugged furiously, and I knew that he was cumming heavily into his boxer shorts. The stench of sperm lingered in the room even after Alex lay back in the bed.

"Thanks" he gasped as his chest rose and fell.

"Thank you" I breathed in response, and the two of us turned our backs to each other, just to minimise the gayness, I guess.