A lot of my travel is for personal events. I really love live music and travel a lot for concerts and festivals. Sometimes (like in my midnight fun story) I would grab a motel room, but other times I crashed at friends or in this case, friends of a friend. I was going to be in town for a few days for a great run of concerts and remembered my friend saying he knew someone that lived just down the street from the venue and when I got to town I should look them up. I called them when I got out of the airport and they said my friend had already told them about me and they said they would be happy to give me a place to crash for a few days. he gave me the address and I grabbed an Uber and said I would be there shortly.

When I knocked on the door I heard a voice from the back… “Come on in and drop your stuff off, we’re out back by the pool”. I did just that, dropping my bag by the couch and followed the music to the back deck where two guys were drinking what looked like margaritas and sitting in the sun. The taller one jumped up and stuck out his hand, introducing himself as Brian and pointing to the other guy and said that was Sam. Sam waved his margarita at me and smiled. I sat down and we chatted for a bit before I stood up and said I needed to get ready for the concert that night. Brian took me back into the house and gave me a quick tour and led me to the guest room just down the hall from the master room. I didn’t see where Sam’s room was but it was a big house so I figured it was behind one of the doors. Brian left me with a key and told me to have a fun time at the show.

Coming back to the house at 12:30a, I tiptoed up the stairs quietly to make sure to not be a bother. As I got to the top of the stairs, I noticed a light on and some low talking (was that a moan?) from the master bedroom. Some more moaning and the very clear sound of skin in skin contact for my attention. I guess Brian forgot that I was staying in the guest room and had company. I could hear another voice as well, but couldn’t hear what was said followed by another series of moans. Damn! I was getting slightly aroused from hearing this. I quietly opened the door to my room and started getting ready for bed, slipping on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. From down the hall I could hear the bed squeak and some more moaning.