One Man Show- Part 2/2

Didn't know if I'd write a sequel to this story, but once I started it, I just couldn't stop. This one is definitely a bit longer than my usual posts, but I'm sure you'll be okay with that 😉 

When I got back to my hotel room that night, I closed the curtains in every window just to be safe, even the ones that I knew were one-way glass. Turning on every lamp to make up for the darkness, I sat down again to watch the video one more time.

As the conference had progressed today, I had managed to convince myself that my face wasn’t even visible in the video that the stranger had shared with me this morning. By the time I had headed out to my rental car, I realized that this wasn’t even a big deal- I was states away from where I lived, and this would be fine. Just a funny memory… and then I watched the video again in the hotel room, and saw that my face was one hundred percent visible. If anyone posted this online, I would be ruined.

Glad that I’d picked up dinner on the way home, I devoured the food and then fell immediately to sleep in the comfortable bed.

The next night, there still wasn’t any mention of the video online, and no matter what terms I used to search, I couldn’t find a single post.

On the third day of the conference, I got back to the hotel and searched online again. The only mention of this hotel was about the rock band that stayed here a few months ago and threw an amp through their window. That must be why the window had been the odd man out- it had to be replaced.  

On the fourth and final day of the conference, the man who had videoed me had been in the lobby checking out as I walked downstairs, and he apologized and said the video had been deleted.

“Thanks man; I guess this can just be a funny memory now.”

Leaning in close, the stranger whispered into my ear.

“The video might be gone, but I’ll be saving that memory for another reason.”

He reached down and grabbed my crotch before I could even think to back up, and he just smirked as he walked out into the sunlight. Retreating into one of the armchairs in the lobby behind me, I was glad that I’d gotten ready early this morning which gave me a moment to calm down.

Returning home that night, I started to chub up a bit as I walked back through the lobby again, remembering every detail of the sexy older man who’d groped me hours earlier. I thought about heading upstairs to jerk off, but I just didn’t think that I could make that happen… not in that hotel room.

Once upstairs, I thought about packing up to get ready for tomorrow’s flight, but then I thought of a better idea as I saw my suitcase. I always packed swim trunks in case I had time for my favorite hobby, and a nice swim to clear my mind sounded excellent right now.

The pool was empty since most everyone was out having dinner, and I threw my phone, shirt, and room key onto one of the chairs near the side before diving in. All my troubles seemed to melt away as the water enveloped my body, and I did a few laps just to get my blood flowing. The water was warmer than expected, and I wondered how long I could stay here before I’d need to head upstairs and heat up the microwave meal that was waiting on me. It might have been way longer if I hadn’t heard the door open behind me. Finishing my lap, I wiped the water out of my eyes to see the bellhop from my first night standing there in his pristine uniform.

“There he is- the man from the window.”

Grabbing onto the side of the pool to steady myself, I tried to empty the water out of my ear to make sure that I heard him correctly.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.” He was walking closer now. “Hotel staff sees everything. One of the cleaning ladies saw you upstairs, and she blabbed to everyone. Well, everyone downstairs. No one knows that wears a tie to work.”

“So you saw me jerking off?”

“No, Maggy did. She can’t even work her cell phone without her grandson’s help, so no evidence for the crime.”

There was a weird wave of relief flooding over me before remembering that this man had still heard a story of me stroking my dick in front of a giant crowd.

“I’m surprised you didn’t try to corner me earlier to taunt me.”

“You think you’re the first guy to put on a little show? Guys check in here just for that sole reason every month.”

“I didn’t- it wasn’t on purpose!”

“Sure, that’s what they all say.”

“Really?”

“Nah man, they actually usually own up to it.”

Standing back up, he started pulling his polo over his head and working on his belt before I could eve realize what was happening. He had a beautiful chest, taut muscle rippling underneath his hair chest. His belt was placed onto the chair next followed by his loafers and socks. I could barely contain myself as his pants joined the pile, and I saw a brief hint of his bulge before he dove into the water and swam over to me.

Coming up from the bottom of the pool, his body was inches away from mine as he surfaced, planting his mouth on mine. The first breath he took was mine, and then his tongue was intertwining with mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscular arms held us both up which let me explore his body with my hands under the water.

Pulling his face away, I barely had time to get my arms back up onto the side of the pool before he had let go and was under the water. I was worried that he was swimming away before I felt his hands again. He was untying the drawstring of my shorts, and I felt the fabric being pulled past my thighs before they fell the rest of the way over my feet. His mouth was now around my hard cock, and for several breaths, he sucked me off until I could feel the orgasm blooming within me.

He'd come up for a gulp of air before returning down to my cock, sucking away until he was ready to choke in both senses of the word. I was getting close to coming when I heard the door open again.

“Fuck!”

I had started trying to move to the ladder before he could get even get off of me, and he swam to the surface to see what had happened.

“Fuck- I can explain!”

“C’mon Rob, you know that there’s no swimming on company time- out of the pool.”

The man, wearing a full suit and tie, stepped onto the pool deck, but he was apparently too far away to see how underdressed we were in comparison.

Rob, the bellhop whose mouth had been around my cock before we’d even been introduced, gave my dick one last tug before pulling himself out of the water. His briefs had apparently taken the same route as my shorts because I was treated to his beautiful ass and his own erect cock as he casually walked towards the stack of complimentary towels near his boss.

“Again? What the fuck, Rob!” He looked furious at his employee, and that rage didn’t seem to dissipate as he turned towards me. “You can get out of the pool too.”

“But-”

“Was I unclear?”

I felt like I was being fired, and I wasn’t even working here. Swimming over to the ladder bolted to the side of the pool, I pulled myself up with one hand as I tried to cover myself with the other, but that was a fatal mistake. I didn’t want this second stranger to see every inch of me, not that I hadn’t been doing that enough, but that extra friction was all it took to send me over the edge.

Now up on the pool deck, there was no way for me to stop what was about to happen even if my brain could somehow get my legs to move. While both men stood and watched, eyes wide open, I sprayed my seed even harder, with even more pleasure, than I had against the window a few nights ago. All of the pent-up tension was now being released, and I felt my legs turning into jelly as the final rope of cum landed on the wet ground beneath me.

Rob looked proud of what he’d caused, but the other man was pulling out his phone, and I knew that the night was over. With my shorts a lost cause, I grabbed my stuff and Rob’s pants and darted past the two men into the hallway. It was thankfully empty, and I flew into the first stairway to get dressed. Pulling on the clothes over my wet body was a struggle, and I was out the door again without even zipping up the pants that were a size too small for me. Running down the hallway, I didn’t see anyone chasing me, but I also didn’t feel like slowing down either.

I doubted that Rob would rat out which room I was in, and I needed to make sure that I was back in it before the manager could find me. Running through the lobby that was empty except for one employee at the front desk who was graciously wearing headphones, I made it into the ballroom, and I slowed down to avoid making too much noise on the hardwood floor.

In my private stairwell, I finally relaxed, and I had time to feel bad about abandoning the guy who’d gotten me off without his pants. He knew where to find me though, and I could give them back if he promised to go for Round 2…