1. The Halfway Inn Part 1


    Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: RobertFurlong, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I glanced across at Pete as I took off my shirt. Perhaps because he was a lot younger than me, he seemed oblivious to any sense of self-consciousness or embarrassment that the two of us were having to share a room and get undressed together. He looked young enough to have graduated from college in the last couple of years and might have been used to sharing a room when he was there. When I'd heard that we had to go on a course in Bristol, the prospect of staying over had sounded like it might be a treat. I knew that the hotel our company used, The Halfway Inn near Cribbs Causeway, was a fairly basic affair on the edge of an industrial estate, but it's always nice to sleep somewhere different and especially to have a cooked breakfast served up in the morning. A few days later, though, finance had told us that the four of us men who were going had to double up in two twin rooms for the sake of economy. Having in mind two of the guys I was going with – both in their late fifties and both sweatily overweight – I resolved that I would prefer not to stay over and instead would get up at four in the morning to make the drive to Bristol in time for the early start. But then I'd been told that I'd be sharing with Pete Lehman, one of the new recruits from planning. And I'd immediately figured that didn't seem half as bad. Pete is a tall guy in his early twenties and, while hardly the best looking bloke I've ever met and dim-witted to the point of notoriety, as soon as I heard his name ...
    he struck me as someone I might be able to get drunk and have some late night fun with. I knew him to be straight – I'd seen his humourless girlfriend drop him off outside reception some mornings – but he seemed pliable enough that, with a bit of gentle persuasion and a few glasses of something rather stronger, he might be coaxed into letting me help him out with the erection that young men always seemed to have. And even if I just managed to get a sniff of his discarded underwear while he was in the bathroom, it would be a good deal better than me spending the night alone at home. "Does it bother you having to share like this?" I asked him as he was unbuttoning his shirt and I sat down to take off my shoes. He shrugged and said, "Not really. I used to go travelling with my mates before I met Shelley, and we'd usually share to save on costs." I nodded, assuming Shelley to be his po-faced girlfriend. If he'd been travelling with his mates, that could only be a good sign. Perhaps a few favours might have been traded among a group of horny lads in the closeness of a shared hostel room. At the very least, once he was tipsy he'd be up for having a wank with me after lights out – each in our own beds to begin with, of course. "Are you sure I can't tempt you to a drink?" I asked. I'd brought a bottle of Johnnie Walker especially for this moment. "Naah," he said. "I had a glass of wine with the meal. I don't want to be hungover in the morning. They might start asking us questions or ...
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