Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 13:11:39 -0800 (PST)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reservation Mixup

Disclaimer
This story is based in fact but all characters are
fictitious.  It contains adult material.  Please do
not continue if this will offend you.

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     Why I should be writing this I don't really
understand.  I consider myself a rather conservative
straight man.  Just 40 years old, but not over the
hill.  Happily married and not even bi curious.  So
that I should be writing this is "odd".

     It all started when my superior told me I needed
to go do a software install and I would need to take
the new hardware guy with me.  Cool, I do this all the
time nothing unusual.  I had met the new guy, Chris,
very quiet.  How to describe him?  Very young looking.
 I mean he looks 15... maybe.  Very non descript
otherwise, sandy hair, goatee, maybe 5'5 and maybe 110
lbs.  I should stress very  quiet.  I knew his name
but other than that, nothing.

     I got my secretary to do the travel arrangements,
and told Chris when and where the flight would leave.
My secretary is a gem.  She has never screwed up
arrangements before, but this time she did.

     We arrived after an uneventful flight and got in
the rental car for the drive to this little burg in
the middle of Montana.  Why there should be a Bank
here is beyond me, nothing more than a cross roads
really.  There was however a large stock yard and a
rather shabby motel.

     I ran the rental car up to the motel curb and we
got out and went in.  The clerk asked my name and then
looked through his records.

     The clerk said, "Ok, that's one single for three
nights, departing on the twelve th."

     I said, "excuse me that's two singles.."
Starting to be nervous.  The clerk began to look
through his file folders.

     "I'm sorry partner but we only got one room
reserved.....we also only got the one room empty.  The
sales is goin on and we're full up."

     I looked at Chris, he was looking out the
windows. Not paying attention.  The install was gonna
be difficult.  I said, "Chris they only got one room,
want to try in the last town back?"

     Chris shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was a
pretty long way back wasn't it?"

     The clerk spoke up and said, "The kid's right the
closest motel is 65 miles back down the road and I can
already tell you they're full up too.  The sales are
running for the rest of the week.  Biggest cattle yard
in three states.  Most of our year's profit is made
this week."

     "Sounds like we'll take it.  Is there any place
to eat around here?"  I filled out the registration
and gave him my credit card.

     The clerk said, "We got a diner just down the
road by the Bank.  They got good food, nothing fancy
just plain cookin."

     The clerk gave us two keys and said if we needed
anything just "holler".  I said I would and Chris and
I went back outside.  We went down the row of room
doors until we found ours next to the last one.  Chris
stuck his key in the knob and went in, I followed.
The room was reasonably clean, no carpet just
linoleum, then it hit me.  There was only one bed and
it was a double, not even a king.

     "Great," I muttered.  "Maybe we could go back
farther down the road and find something." I noticed
Chris was looking at me for the first time really and
he didn't say anything.  I looked at my watch and
said, "We need to get to the bank, they are expecting
us in ten minutes."

     Chris said, "Look man, why don't you give me the
keys, I'll slip out of the meeting after I've said
hello and drive back down the road and see what I can
come up with for a room."

     "That'd be great Chris, nice thinking.  I'll
start getting the server install going and go over the
install plan with the client.  When you get back you
can finish the server configuration and get their
network up to speed, then I can build their
workstations and setup for training tomorrow."  This
is what I do.  Organize the chaos of an install and
make nice with the client.

     The meeting went off without a hitch and Chris
left.  I got lost in the install, as usual.  I looked
up and realized Chris was back and working on the
server.  I was getting the kinks worked out of the
software setup and working with the client on the
customizations.  Then the Bank closed and everyone but
the bank manager left and we continued with the job.
That's how it goes, head down full speed until you get
to the end of the install.  No time to chat, just do
the job and do it right.  The manager went down to the
Diner and got us some sandwiches and sodas so we took
a quick break and ate.  Chris continued to work on the
hardware and network so we didn't get a chance to
talk.  Finally, about midnight the manager said he had
to go home and we needed to also.

     Chris came in wiping his hands on his dockers and
said, "I'm done with the network.  You should be setup
for training now.  The workstations were a mess."

     I told the manager that we would be back in the
morning at 10:00 ready to start the first class and
Chris would finish with the server work.  We got in
the car.  Chris had the keys still and I said, "Oh, I
forgot about the room snafu.  Where are we staying?"

     Chris said, "Sorry man, but I drove all the way
back to the airport and every room between here and
there is booked.  This sale must really be the biggest
in three states.  I'll sack out in the floor, you can
have the bed."

     Great, now I felt bad.  It was after all my
secretary that had made the screwup.  "Look Chris,
I'll sleep in the floor, it was my secretary that
screwed this all up anyway.  I don't mind."

     "Well I'm just a little guy, we probably could
make do in the same bed anyway."  He looked at me
kinda funny now that I think about it, but at the time
I was too tired to argue and figured what the heck, it
was almost morning anyway.

     We got back in the room and I used the bathroom
and brushed my teeth.  I went back in the room and
Chris was down to his boxers and went past me into the
bathroom.  I slipped off my clothes and got in bed
wearing only my jockeys and rolled on my side.  I went
to sleep so fast that I didn't even know when Chris
got in bed.

     The dream was great.  I was sitting in a warm
jacuzzi.  The breeze was blowing and I could hear the
sound of surf in the distance.  Everything was great
until I got the usual feeling in my crotch.

     My rod was aching.  The usual morning hardon I
thought as the dream slowly evaporated.  It was then
As I was drifting toward full wakefullness that I
realized someone was stroking my dick through my
shorts.  Chris is coppin a feel I thought.  What a
pervert.  But the feeling was wonderful, without
realizing it I was laying there enjoying it.  His hand
was slowly moving along my, by now, rock hard member.
Very gently soft as a whisper he started exploring my
jockeys for the fly.  By now by body had a mind of
it's own and I straigtened out and lay on my back, he
quickly removed his fingers.  In just a minute or two
I felt his hand slowly moving along the waistband of
my shorts.  His fingers slowly went under the
waistband and released  my dripping dick.  He gently
touched his finger into the puddle that had
accumulated on my stomach and then his hand was gone.
I slowly opened my eyes just enough to look under my
lashes.  He was licking his finger.

     Ok, I thought, now is the time to end this
without embarassing him.  I just open my eyes and
yawn, pretend that I have to go to the john and get
out of bed.  But the more I thought about it the
better this was feeling.  There wasn't any emotional
attachment to Chris, just pure animal lust.  I'd gone
too far to stop.  I had to cum that was all there was
too it.

     The fingers were back slowly running under my
waistband and moving it ever so slowly down.  He
hooked the waistband under my balls and then he was
slowly stroking my naked dick.  He was moving the
foreskin back and forth and my dick was really
dripping.  In a minute it would be too late and I
wanted this to last longer.  I made a sound and pushed
the covers back and then relaxed again.  I could see
from under my lashes that he was jackin himself as he
looked at my now exposed dick.  The lights from the
parking lot came under the drapes just enough to give
a gray illumination to everything.

     I continued to watch as he pushed the sheet down
off himself and jack.  I could see his head slide back
and forth in his fist.  His other hand was twisting
his nipple.  He was still looking at my rod and in a
minute he reached over and started his ever so slow
feel.  Now that he could see me he felt my balls and
then went back to work on my foreskin.  Slowly he slid
it back then slowly he let it bunch behind the head
before it popped over it again.  I was about to
explode.  Then he did what for me was unthinkable.  He
leaned over and started to suck me.  I moaned in spite
of myself but he didn't stop this time.  I could feel
him moving and knew he was jackin even harder.  His
mouth was warm and soft and wet.  I couldn't stand it
any more.  I felt the pressure building and then I
unloaded my jis down his throat.  I must have sent
four or five streams down his throat.  He then slowly
raised back up and turned over towards me.  I could
feel him slowly slide over towards me.  He was really
skinny and I could feel him slide right up against me.
 Slowly I felt his small hard dick rubbing against my
leg as he humped me.  His breathing was very fast and
I knew he was gonna shoot.  He suddenly went rigid and
I felt his warm cum on my leg and stomach.  He quietly
rolled back over and everything was still.

     I woke to the obnoxious sound of motel alarm
clocks.  They sound like the alarm of a commercial
truck backing up.  I hit the floor and went in and
showered clearing the cobwebs of dream.  I was about
dressed when I realized what had happened.  Chris
never said anything about it. We went to work that
morning and the install went without a hitch.  That
evening the Clerk at the motel said he had had a
cancellation and we could have another room.

     We finished up that job and returned home.  We
never said anything about what had happened.  I tell
myself it was just a continuation of the earlier dream
and nothing really happened.

     How could I have actively participated in, what
otherwise I have always considered, a perversion?
I lay awake some nights after making love to my wife
and Chris comes into my almost sleeping thoughts.  He
moved on to another company shortly after our trip and
I haven't seen or heard from him since. Once awakened
feelings are sometimes hard to dismiss.  Maybe more
than lust happened that night, and I just don't want
to admit it.

     Sometimes when I am heading for a  strange town
and a  strange motel with another new hardware guy, I
secretly wish for a reservation mixup.