1. Room Service


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: malesub01, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    hasn’t worked for me so far. But hey, if it works…”. He let that trail off. There was that hovering silence in the room for a few seconds, which felt like a ten-minute slo-mo film scene. It was as if we were both trying to suss out whether the other was having the same thought of, “I wonder…”. I caught myself in that blossoming fantasy and stepped back from it, honestly not knowing how to deal with all of this. “I”d better finish signing the check or you’ll be here all morning.” There was more silence from us both as wishing thinking swirled like bees buzzing about in the air. I handed him the check, thanked him and noticed (or hoped I’d noticed in my half-sobering stupor) a longer eye contact from him than one would expect. He thanked me, and at the door, he asked how long i was staying. “Four days, or so. Til Saturday, unless the company needs me here longer.” “Great” was his chipper response. “See you again, then.” And off he went. “Yes, you will….”, I muttered to myself, as I looked at the receipt and found his name. “Yes, you will, Greg, if I can help it.” I was surprised at myself, but those secret fantasies that I rarely shared with anyone were always swarming about in the back of my head. Now they were right here, up front, and whispering, “This could be your moment.” Once I let that thought in and rolled it around my evolving libido, I wasn’t then surprised when I found myself masturbating. This time, imagining him. And me. Doing…everything. Day 2: As I said, I ...
    never order in, but in this case, I had to. Again. I even tried to time it approximately the same as the first morning. And whether by design, or fate, or accident, Greg was at my door again with the warm smile, that fit form of his and a breakfast fit for a prince. This time I was more awake, freshened up but still robed (yes, that was an obvious choice, but subtlety isn’t always successful in new territory). There was a warm rush that hit me when I heard the voice that I was sure was Greg’s, and a bigger rush ran to my crotch when I saw his smile. It was awkward and skin-prickling, but from what I could tell, he and i seemed to be in the same boat. I just wasn’t sure how to begin. The small talk was quietly peppered with soft innuendo. He moved to pour my coffee, and I smiled and told him that I wasn’t hungover this morning so he didn’t have to serve me. Greg hummed, “It’s my pleasure.” His added, “Really…” is what gave me courage to ask the next question before he left. “I know you’re busy working Greg.” There was a long pause. “But if it’s not against the rules, maybe we could… find some time to… visit. I don’t want to get you in trouble”. I was so ready to cross inappropriate lines right there, that I actually asked “When are you done today?’ as I stumbled through. He gave me that reassuring smile and said, “I can’t today. But tomorrow, I’m off at 2. I can come by if you order something, and clock out on the way up. That way, no one will know.” Part of me was jumping for joy ...