Hotel Rooms

I left the disco area and came to a reception room in which I began playing
with a computer game. This soon became boring, and I began to wander
the corridors of the hotel; a short while later I encountered a little
group of a teens. All except one were a lot younger than me one was roughly the
same age as me, and wore an orthodontic retainer.

Much of the hotel was empty, but we somehow managed to annoy a few
individuals with our running around the hotel and shouting. So our group
was disbanded by a member of staff. I remained with the older boy who had
the retainer, and we wondered the corridors some more, this time keeping
quiet. We passed his room, into which he entered to retrieve something.
When I asked him for some water, he offered me a glass containing his
retainer. How funny, I thought. We wandered around and talked of various
subjects of interest. When every now and then I hinted at the subject of
sex, he replied openly and candidly.

In a gauche manner, I asked him if he had started masturbating. I expected
him to act bashful, but he told me he had done it the night before. He
explained that he had made a lengthy sojourn to the bathroom while his
parents were in the bar downstairs. He explained how he had made some
erotic noises, and had continually cried the word 'yes' as he had
ejaculated. In my mind, I pictured him lying back against a wall with his
feet still on the ground, and with his knees wide apart; an image of his
hand gripped tightly around his penis flashed across my mind. I imagined
his hand moving furiously up and down.

Continuing our exploration of the hotel complex, we made our way to the
topmost floor, which was quiet, and had a very private and comfortable
atmosphere. We passed a toilet, whose entrance was open, and both sat
opposite the little room. I asked him if he'd ever masturbated with another
guy, and he replied that he'd done it with friends.

I told him that I wanted to masturbate. I expected him to act awkwardly,
but he remained nonchalant, and joked about my being desperate to wank
off. So, I hopped into the nearby cubby. I turned around and gazed at the
boy for a moment; then I signaled for him to follow me, with my finger.

To my surprise he followed. I closed the door behind us, and we stood there
opposite one and another for a brief moment. I imagine he thought I was
inviting him only to watch me masturbate, so I thought I'd play it safe to
start with. I sat down on the toilet seat, and tested my friend's reactions
with a quick grope of my own groin. He didn't react worriedly to my rubbing
myself; but he stared at me, blankly.

Now I began to slowly unzip myself, making sure that the process made a
rousing sound. When I had gently unfastened the little metal clasp on my
trousers, I pulled the flaps apart revealing my small black briefs. The boy
ironically said, 'Nice pants.' I took my throbbing eight centimeter
erection out from my pants, leaving the seam resting against my scrotum. My
friend did not seem averse to the appearance of my cock. I began wanking
myself off. My hand bobbed up and down quite fast. I leant my head back
against the toilet container, and pulled my jeans right down to my ankles,
so that I could spread my legs apart.

My underwear still clung tidily against my bottom, with only the front part
pulled down under the little ball-sack. We sat there for what seemed like
ages, before I even got to the half way point. I looked at my friend, with
a hazy expression. 'You gonna do yours? Or just watch?'

'Erm, yeah.' He looked a little bit self conscious, and his movements
showed a carefulness and temporary reluctance. But he positioned himself on
the floor, not opposite, but against a wall on my flank, his feet spread
right out touching the other wall. He slowly pulled the zip on his Khaki
trousers, making a stuttering buzz sound. He unfastened the clasp at the
front, pulled the flaps apart, revealing blue boxer-briefs with a white
band. I noticed the lump at the front: he obviously was a little bigger
than me. He slipped off the trousers in a slow, noisy motion, stopping just
as the band of the trousers rested directly underneath his ball-sack. What
playfulness! Reluctant to pull the trousers all the way down, he now moved
his attention to the band on his briefs. He pulled on it, and let go; it
made a muffled slapping noise as it hit his tummy. He now positioned his
briefs very much as I had, previously: with the band tucked under the
swelling ball-sack.

'Let's try and shoot at the same time,' I said.

He puckered his lips, not in annoyance or disagreement, but in nonchalant
acceptance. It seemed that in the excitement we both had lost our anxiety,
and now we’re happy to expose our bodies so dispassionately. Both of us using
our right hand masturbated in a steady rhythm using a finger and the
thumb. My friend's foreskin was rolled the way back and there seemed to be
a polished gleam upon his glans. It looked strangely inviting, as though a
slightly wet residue coated the top of the penis.

I asked him, 'Do you think that if a guy sucked your cock, it would feel as
good as a girl doing it?'

A light glinted in his eyes as he rolled them about, as though he was
deeply thinking about something. He looked back at me, and said, 'I don't
know. Why, do wanna suck me or something?'

'Well you'd enjoy it more than me. Do you want me to?'

'Hmmm, okay'

I sat down in front of him, got him to lift his knees up a bit an spread
his legs, and then I knelt down over him. Then I gently engulfed his
polished penis head, using my tongue to rub it a bit as it entered my
mouth.