Marshall

I waved down the waiter as I finished off my glass of wine. I asked for the check and scanned the room while I waited. The hotel restaurant looked bigger this early in the evening when it was relatively empty. Besides myself there were two other patrons, both male. One looked to be in his late forties. The man at the bar looked to be my age or younger. And he definitely caught my eye. He was about six feet tall with short black hair and a firm tanned body. His suit looked expensive and it fitted his slim figure like a dream. He didn’t seem to be aware of my existence, which was just as well. I don’t usually meet too many guys on the road and after three years with the company, I’d given up my extravagant dreams of having a wild global sex life. At 27, I stand just over six feet tall with a swimmer’s build. My business suits aren’t too flashy but I have them custom tailored. My copper colored hair is always unkempt but somehow it works. My eyes are bright green and they tend to pop out at people.

When I paid my bill I got up and got on the elevator to go up to my room. Just before the doors closed a hand shot through the gap to hold the lift. The man from the bar quietly boarded and gave me a polite nod of greeting. He reached for the panel but saw that I’d already pressed the button for his floor.

“Fourteen?” he asked in a calm tone. I nodded and waited for the box to jolt to life. We got to our floor without any other stops and we both stepped out and headed in the same direction.

“You know I might think you were following me,” he joked. His voice was warm but with an edge. The sound of it excited me, but I kept my cool.

“I got on the lift first remember? For all I know you could be following me.” I replied in the same joking tone. He glanced sideways and looked me over. I thought he was checking me out but he didn’t do or say anything else. Finally we both approached the end of the hallway and turned to our left. He reached for the doorknob next to mine. We both laughed.

“Well if we’re going to be neighbors we might as well know each other’s name. I’m Marshall.” He extended his hand to me and I took it in a firm shake.

“Declan. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he said. “Well, maybe I’ll see you around.” We both slid our cards into the doors and went into our rooms. Immediately my breathing increased as I untied my tie and sat on the edge of the bed. Was Marshall coming on to me? God I can’t even tell anymore. I hadn’t had a relationship or any contact beyond a booty call or a hook up at the club back home in so long, I forgot what it was like to have a crush on a man whose orientation you didn’t know. I kicked off my shoes and hung my shirt and pants in the closet, lounging back on the bed in nothing but my bright blue and red briefs. I sat against the headboard and crossed my legs, savoring the feeling of the tight underwear against my cock. It started to stiffen up and I ran my hand down my chest, shivering at the contact of my cool hand to my warm skin.

I slid my hand down into the front of my boxers and squeezed my cock as I felt it grow some more in my fist. Slowly I stroked it with a tight grip until it was poking out the side of my undies. I pulled it out the hole in the front and the briefs barely expanded to let it all through. By now the feeling of the smooth material on my ass and hips had my dick full, red, and velvety. I stroked slowly as I rubbed my balls through my briefs. I reached down lower and started playing with my asshole through the thin material and my rhythm increased. I could feel the cum rising in my balls when someone knocked on my door.

“Godddammit,” I grumbled as I stuffed my iron hard member away and slid into some jeans, doing a dance when the rough material grazed across the head of the sensitive cock sticking out the leg of my briefs. I snapped the buttons shut as I reached to open the door. On the other side was Marshall, dressed more casually now in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt that showed off his modestly sized but very shaped muscles, as well as the green and red tribal tattoos on his arms.

“Marshall, hey. I was just relaxing in here. What are you up to?” I asked, propping myself up on the doorway, letting my sculpted pecs and abs define themselves. Marshall’s eyes lingered on my chest for a slight moment.

“I was headed down to the sauna, thought you might want to join me. They’re great stress killers.” If there was any hint of tension in Marshall’s voice he had it hidden under the cool visage he presented to me. The mixed signals were starting to irk me. But I did enjoy a good sauna session. And I did want a chance to see Marshall sans clothes, so I told him I’d be ready in just a minute. I invited him to step inside while I went around the corner to change.

I made sure I was perfectly aligned with the mirror, so he could watch if he so chose, before popping the buttons on my jeans and bending over slowly to remove them. Then, just in my briefs, I stepped over to the bureau and opened the bottom drawer, taking out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and slipping them on.

“Do you need a towel?” I asked reaching for one and seeing he didn’t bring one with him.