Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2014 12:51:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chris Martin <kaholo1154@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hotel Experience, Part 9--Bruce

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Hotel Experience, Part 9--Bruce

After I stopped Paul off at the airport, I returned to the hotel-- thought
about Paul and what a great guy and friend I was so fortunate to make.

As I walked through the lobby, I hear my name.  It's Bruce from the
seminar. (Bruce about 5' 8" w/ a lean body and a runner.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked him.

"Where's Paul?" Bruce asked.

"I dropped him off at the airport. You looking for him?"

Bruce shuffled a bit before answering, "No, I thought I'd see what you guys
were doing; maybe get a drink."

I told him I had nothing to do but I was going to work out a bit and jog a
bit on the treadmill, but I'm always easy for a drink.  He chuckled.

The bar was pretty crowded so we sat at the end of the bar where there were
two stools.  Good view for us to see towards the front and observe the
other patrons.  Bruce was wearing 501s and a tank top with a plaid cowboy
shirt with cut off sleeves and construction like shoes.  I kidded him that
he looked like one of the Village People.  He commented, "Then I take it as
a compliment!"

I didn't really sit squarely on my bar stool but kind of rested my butt at
an angle on the edge of the seat half facing Bruce; sat with my legs
slightly spread apart, and my left foot resting on the rung of the
barstool. Bruce half sat on his stool so that his right leg was on the
floor and his left was on the rung of the barstool-- so that my right
leg/knee was medial to his left leg/knee.


Ron was working the bar. He smiled when he approached us, "what will be it
gents?"  I told Ron to surprise me, and Bruce ordered a screw driver.  Ron
returned with a dirty martini--extra dirty!  He smiled as he gave me my
drink and said, "on the house gents!"  Bruce was very appreciative.

I took a sip of my extra dirty martini,"Wow, that is one strong martini!" I
remarked.  Ron walked over and with a smile said, "Thought you might like a
'stiff one' to relax after a long day!" And gave me wink I am sure Bruce
saw.

We talked about our profession, the pros and cons of working in a private
clinic as well as working in a physician own physical therapy setting, and
other aspects of physical therapy.

As we talked there were times when he or I would shift our weight and find
that our knees would touch.  I would see how long it took for him to shift
so that we were not touching.

Ron asked if I wanted another extra dirty martini, and I replied only if
you make it and if it's on the house.  Bruce said he wanted to try one too.
Ron returned with our drinks, and pointed to me and said mine was on the
house, and asked Bruce if he wanted to start a tab.

"Why is his on the house?" Bruce kiddingly asked.  Ron just shrugged his
shoulders and flashed his sexy grin.

We clinked our glasses, "to extra dirty!" I toasted and winked at him.

I know Bruce said he wanted to see what Paul and I were up to tonight, but
thought Why? When he has his girlfriend.  "No plans with the little Miss?"
I asked Bruce.

"Nah, nothing tonight; she has been on my case a lot lately.  We just don't
seem to be on the same page," he commented somewhat dejected.

"Perhaps same page but wrong book!" I kidded as I patted and then rubbed
his back.

"You're not married, are you?" he looked straight into my eyes. And I just
shook my head no after taking a sip.

"No special woman?" he continued his inquiry.  Again, I shook my head
no. "But maybe my mother!" I teased.

To break the pattern he has heading towards, "To relationships!" I
toasted. And we clinked out glasses again.

I had to visit the little boys room. I slid off my stool, my crotch brushed
against Bruce's knee, which I pretended I did not feel as I delayed while
making a remark to Ron about the lack of attention.

"How are you liking that martini?" I asked squeezing Bruce's upper trap as
got back to my stool and leaving it on there as I slid my way in, brushing
my crotch against Bruce's knee

"Wow, are you sure the bartender didn't mean to say 'extra strong' instead
of extra dirty?" Bruce answered.

Ron leaned in and said, "I thought I'd make them a bit stronger for real
men!"  He looked at me and tapped the counter next to my glass as to ask,
"ready for another?"

"Sure, if you think I can handle!" I quipped.

"I gotta get something in me" interjected Bruce "you wanna share an
appetizer?"

I thought to myself, "Hell I'd love to get something in you!"  "How's about
sharing the calamari and spring rolls?" I answered.

Orders placed with Ron when he brought back another round of extra dirty
extra strong martinis for Bruce and me.

We had great conversation, and there were times when he would make a point
and place his hand on my back or shoulder.  And since I was positioned
slightly forward I'd slap his thigh and leave my hand there for a while.

Our food arrived.  We ate, sipped our martinis, and continued
conversing. Then Bruce asked, "Why aren't you dating?"

"Who said I wasn't dating?" I answered with a question.

"You said there was no special woman" Bruce remarked.

I placed my hand on his arm, "Yes, there is no special woman. I have been
dating guys, so there is no special woman in my life other than my mother."

"You and Paul?" he continued his questioning.

I explained how Paul and I met that first day of the seminar.  I told him
of the energy between the two of us: positive and that Paul was very open.
Just then Ron brought over two glasses of water, "I think you guys could
use a break."

"No" I told him with a smile and kiddingly ordered, "Keep 'em coming!!"  As
I shouted to Ron over the music, I shifted my weight so the lateral aspect
of my thigh was touching his inner thigh.  I turned to look into Bruce's
eyes.  "Penny for your thoughts."

Bruce shifted on his stool and his leg pressed harder into my leg.  "We
(meaning him and his lab partner, Bob) talked about you two guys being gay,
but we saw Paul's wedding band and he did mention his sons, so figured you
two are Bi." And he was quiet for a bit before he continued, "so you guys
got it on?"

"If you're asking if Paul and I had sex, I don't kiss and tell" I answered
him bluntly. "What about you and Bob?  You two seem to have a special
relationship!"

"What? Bob and me? Oh no!" he quickly denied.  "We're just good friends and
work together.  Bob's a tease." He laughed.

Ron asked if we were ready for another round of his 'special' martini, and
I nodded and gave him a wink indicating yes.  Admittedly, I was feeling
very good-- a good buzz going.  Bruce was feeling the effects as well.

I turned my body facing him so I now half sitting on my stool and my right
foot resting on the lower rung of his bar stool. "Have you ever had any
sexual contact with another man?"

Bruce stared at his almost emptied martini, and gulped it down. "Yes" he
replied.

I looked at him and did not make any comment hoping he would volunteer the
information.  His eyes stayed focused on the empty glass and he continued,
"A guy sucked me off and I gave him a hand job."

Ron delivered the drinks. "Hey," Bruce said in Ron's direction, "how do you
know this guy?" asking Ron and pointing a finger at me.  "You keep giving
him free drinks!"

Ron looked at me before answering, and Bruce followed Ron's eyes toward me.
"He's a good tipper!" replied Ron, and reached for my hand and gave it a
squeeze. "Don't worry the last one was on me!"

"Did you like getting head from a man? I'm sure your girlfriend sucks a
mean cock.  You ever suck cock?" I questioned.  I have to admit I was sure
Bruce's presence here this afternoon was to see about getting some man
action.

"She does it to please me, but she isn't, well, the guy sucked my cock
better than she does," he said looking out into the crowd and continued,
"never sucked a cock and I have..." and stopped as though he had second
thoughts.

I placed my right hand on his mid thigh and gave it a squeeze, "and?"
leaving my hand on his mid thigh.

He did not elaborate, but turned to me looking deep into my eyes. "I don't
mean to impose, but" and he paused returning this stare to the crowd, and
then returned his gaze, "but can I spend the night with you? I think I'm
too buzzed to drive home."

We held our gaze.  I stroked his thigh higher and I sensed him
tense. "Sure, I don't want you getting a DUI!" I approved, "Speaking of
buzz I've had one too many.  Wanna head up?" tilting my head slightly up.

Bruce did not answer me verbally, but just nodded a 'yes'.

My cock was not hard but a semi and I before we left the bar I adjusted
myself.  I left a 20 dollar tip for Ron, "Thanks buddy for taking care of
us!"

Bruce paid for his drink and left a 20 for Ron as well.

As I was just about to leave, Ron came over smiling at me, "Have a good
one; he's good looking!"

"What time you getting off?"  I asked.

"Working over time tonight, and then just heading home; I've got 8:00 class
tomorrow" Ron replied.  "Maybe I'll catch you later."

Bruce and I stood on opposite sides of the elevator on the way up to the
room just looking at each other.  I fidgeted with the key at the door, and
I felt his breath down my neck-- he was standing very close to me.

I opened the door and invited him in.  He walked in and looked around as if
he hadn't been here before.  I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door,
shut the door and turned the security knob.

Thank you for letting me share my experience in Hotel Experience, Part
9. Paul and I have gotten closer; he is still happily married, and we
continue to see each other on business trips or semnars.  More of Paul
later to follow.  I hope you enjoyed reading.  I welcome your comments,
which can be emailed to me at Kaholo1154@yahoo.com.