After a long day of meeting people and pretending to be enthused about pharmaceutical technology, all Patrick wanted to do was relax. He had just had the most excruciating day. Trying to explain the latest medical advancement to a room full of number crunchers was hard. He hoped he had made enough of an impression.
Patrick entered his small hotel room and tossed his briefcase on the bed. All he wanted was a hot bath and a warm bed. He loosened the knot in his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. Patrick detested wearing the monkey suit, but he knew it was a must. He took off his watch and tossed it on the nightstand. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the blinking red light. He hated that light. It meant his afternoon of relaxation was about to come to an end.
Begrudgingly, he dialed down to the reception desk to retrieve his message. It was from his boss, who wanted Patrick to call him right away. As he dialed the number to the office he tried to come up with an excuse to get out of whatever it was he wanted him to do. The last thing he needed was to spend dinner with clients. No, he would have to put his foot down and just say he wasn’t into it tonight.
Patrick sat down on the bed and waited for his boss to answer.
“Patrick. Where have you been I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon?”
Patrick rolled his eyes and started to give an explanation when he was cut off.
“Patrick, I don’t know what you did in that convention today, but we need to talk.”
His heart sank. He tried to think back through his day. He didn’t think he’d done anything bad. Actually, he thought he’d done a great job. A lot of the investors had come up to him afterwards to shake his hand and express their interest. That was part of the reason it had taken him so long getting back to the hotel.
“Patrick my phone has been ringing off the hook,” he paused. “Everyone wants to invest in our product.”
Patrick threw himself back on the bed. It was a huge relief.
“Congratulations man,” his boss said enthusiastically. “You’re going to get a big bonus out of this when you get back. Now take the night off you deserve it.”
Patrick thanked him profusely before hanging up. After the call, he was on such a high. He knew things had gone well, but he wasn’t expecting to hear results so soon. He thought about whom to call but realized he had no one. He was alone in a strange city with no one to help him celebrate. He was too wound up to just relax. He had a lot of energy to release, but the thought of going to some dingy club was not appealing.
He sat back on the bed and thought. What could I possibly do in a strange city where I know no one, he wondered. A sneaky smile came across his face. Did he dare? What if someone found out? He wondered. But that wouldn’t be possible; he was, after all, miles from home. Before he could think too much of it, he fetched his laptop out of his bag and did a quick search. Pages full of escort sites and chat rooms popped up. He browsed through a couple, but none had what he was looking for, until he found The Candy Shop.
He clicked on the link and a site full of tasty treats popped up. He found the chat room for the city he was in and entered the room. His mouth watered as he browsed the profiles. Yeah, this was definitely how he wanted to treat himself. After much searching, he struck up a conversation with a young nineteen year old and before he could stop himself he was giving away his room number. His heart raced with anticipation.
After the longest hour of his life there was a knock on the door. For the first time since he signed off, he felt regret. He hadn’t talked to him long enough. He had let his erection get the better of him. What if he was a teenage psychopath or worse what if he had lied in his profile and in reality he was ugly? He gathered all his courage and slowly opened the door.
“Patrick?”
“Oh fuck, what are you doing here?” Patrick was shocked.
Of all the people in the world he never expected his younger brother’s friend standing on the other side. He couldn’t remember his name, but he could never forget his face or, even more so, his slim beautiful body. Patrick’s brother was several years younger than him, a little surprise his parents always joked.
“Are you?” Patrick asked confused.
The boy looked at his worn tennis shoes.
“Come in, come in.”
For a second Patrick thought the boy was going to run away. But then he looked at him with his big green eyes and came inside. Patrick tried not to look at him directly. He had been so worked up that just being around him had him aroused. He ushered the boy into the small room. The boy sat on the bed while Patrick sat in the chair next to the nightstand.
“My name is Jake,” the boy said, “and yes I’m a friend of your brothers.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I go to school here, as a matter of fact I should be in French right now.”
Patrick couldn’t help but laugh at his blasé attitude. Of all of his brother’s friends Jake had always stood out to him. Every time he had been over at his parents, which wasn’t often, Jake was always the friend that lingered around in the back and, on more than one occasion he had caught him staring. At one point he was going to ask his brother if Jake was gay, but after his brother left for college he stopped talking about his high school friends and Patrick never thought about it again.
“This is a long ways from home for you,” Jake said. “What are you doing in this hotel?”
Patrick explained to him how he had come to a convention and how well he had done with the investors. He couldn’t contain his excitement and Jake was so easy to talk to. He quietly listened and was genuinely excited for him as well. However, after several minutes of conversation the room turned quiet. The tension in the air was thick. Did he dare make a move on this guy? Patrick wondered.
The twink stretched out on the bed, his long body taking up almost the entire length. His eyes challenged Patrick to make the first move. Patrick could feel that familiar stirring in his boxers. He wanted this boy badly, longed to stick his fat tool inside of his tight pucker. Jake lay on his side with his head rested on his elbow. His shirt lifted up from the band of his jeans exposing a light trail of blonde hair.
Patrick couldn’t take the silence anymore. He got up and walked over to the edge of the bed between Jakes’ legs. Jake propped himself up on his elbows and leaned far back exposing his muscled stomach.
“So are you just interested in just talking?” Jake asked.
Patrick got on top of Jake the weight of his body pressing him down against the bed. He could feel Jake was just as hard as he was.
“Oh no, I don’t want to just talk,” he whispered in the boy’s ear.
Patrick slowly traced the outer edge of Jakes’ ear with his tongue. It sent shivers up and down his body. His hands slipped underneath Jakes’ shirt. His fingers caressed every inch of his smooth hairless chest. Patrick smiled; he loved the way his skin felt against his rough hands. He tweaked the boys’ nipples until they were nice and hard. Jake opened his mouth and moaned lightly. Patrick pulled off the boys’ shirt and tossed it to the side. He then began to unbuckle his belt and his jeans. Before long Jake was wearing only a stained pair of white briefs. His cock was hard and pressed against the cotton.
“You have such a beautiful body,” Patrick whispered.
The boys’ scent was driving him crazy. It was the right mix of cheap cologne, innocence, and sweat.
“You’re a little overdressed.”
“Am I?” Patrick lay back onto the bed. “Then why don’t you do something about it?”
Jake rolled over on top of him and with shaky hands began unbuttoning his shirt. With every piece of clothing he stripped off Patrick’s body his eyes lit up. Patrick figured he was either inexperienced or just really into him, either was fine with him. When Jake had successfully stripped Patrick down to his boxers he stopped.
“Go ahead,” Patrick urged.
Jake bit down on his lower lip and ever so slowly peeled back Patrick’s boxers. His fat cock popped out. It was an average size, but to Jake it was the biggest thing he had ever seen. Instantly his mouth went for it. His tender young lips wrapped themselves around his thick shaft and he tried to take in as much as he could.
“Hey, easy buddy,” Patrick half moaned. “Go slow ok?”
Jake looked up at him, Patrick’s shaft between his lips. He nodded and in a slower motion began taking his length. Patrick rested his head against the pillows. For a novice he certainly knew how to work that mouth, he thought. He didn’t even have to give him any instructions. Jake’s mouth made Patrick moan uncontrollably. He held on to Jake’s head as his body began to tremble.
“Oh fuck man, you’re gonna make me shoot.”
In his mind Jake could already taste the hot cum. His hands grabbed at Patrick’s balls as he continued to pump his thick shaft. He looked up to watch Patrick’s facial expressions. He loved to watch a man cum, whenever he watched porn that was the one thing he focused on. He always thought there was something beautiful about it.
With just a few more strokes of his tongue he let it rip. The liquid shot between his lips with a force. He drank in all of the salty drink and pressed for more. Patrick moaned, his body jerked, until he was totally spent. His dick quickly softened between Jake’s lips. Afterwards Jake pulled himself up and rested his body against Patrick’s.
Patrick took him in his arms and lightly kissed the top of his sun kissed head. He liked the way Jake fit nicely in the crook of his arm. It was like he was made to fit his body. He looked down; the boy was still raging hard. He realized then he had done nothing to satisfy him. Patrick traced the length of the twink’s body until he reached his hard center.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Be quiet,” Patrick whispered in his ear.
His tongue circled the boy’s lobe as his hand worked the length of his erection. His sticky pre cum oozed feely, coating his hand in a sticky film. With just a few strokes he could feel the boys body tightening against his. Patrick smiled as he jerked him to completion. His white spunk shot with force and covered the boy’s smooth white chest.
Once he was done Patrick got out of bed and went to grab a towel. He gently wiped the sticky cum off Jake’s chest and then wrapped his arms around him. They both fell fast asleep, each with a smile on their face in anticipation of round two.
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