Colin Mochrie leaned against the pillows stacked behind him, and
he rested his head
against the wall with a sigh. The four thin hotel pillows
immediately crumpled beneath
his weight, and he had to re-adjust them several times before he
could reach over and
pluck his half-burnt cigarette from the tiny glass ashtray beside
the bed.
He picked up the cigarette with his left hand and took in a long
drag, then switched it
to his right as he slowly exhaled the smoke. His left hand
dropped down into his lap,
onto the sheet, and after a moment he pushed aside the thin
cotton bedsheet with an
expression of boredom. He lay there in silence, looking down at
his naked body for
a long time. His eyes wandered over his hairy and somewhat
distended stomach for
a moment, and he traced the hairline down to his private parts
with one finger in a
slow, sensual movement.
Colin slipped his left hand between his legs, his fingers
clutching his testicles. He
squeezed himself and closed his eyes as he reveled in the feeling
that surged up from
his crotch. His grip loosened, then tightened again as his
fingers wrapped around the
warm flesh. It took only a few more thrusts of his palm to come
fully to attention,
and as he did so he ran his fingertips up the underside of his
dick from base to tip.
His body shivered in ecstasy and he let out another sigh.
Just then, the connecting door of the hotel room opened and a
familiar voice called
to him. "Hey, Col--"
With a hiss, Colin swept the sheet up over himself and bent his
legs, his back
hunched and both hands covering his middle. He glared across the
room at Ryan
Stiles, who stood in the doorway, with undisguised irritation.
"You know," he said through clenched teeth, "I do
appreciate it when you knock."
Ryan paused with an expression of discomfort on his face, then
shrugged. "Sorry. I
didn't even know if you were here. Anyway," he pointed out,
"it's not like you've
never walked in on me jerking off."
"Can we just--" Colin fought to keep his temper under
control as his hard-on began
to fade. That brief memory of stepping into Ryan's hotel room in
London and seeing
him with penis in hand, in mid-stroke, ran against the grain of
his current fantasy and
killed his mood completely. He sat up and crossed his left arm
over his waist as he
took another drag from his cigarette. "What do you
want?"
"You got a message," he replied. Ryan stepped into the
room and fished out a small
yellow envelope from the pocket of his jeans, then passed it to
Colin with a peculiar
expression on his face.
"Who's it from?" Colin asked. He took the envelope from
Ryan's outstretched hand
and opened it, then read the short note inside and closed it up
quickly.
"It's him, isn't it?" Ryan sat down on the edge of the
bed, ignoring the undressed state
of his friend and forgetting the awkward incident that had taken
place only a moment
before.
Colin licked his lips and switched hands with the cigarette. He
snuffed it out in the
ashtray, unable to look into Ryan's eyes.
"So... are you gonna see him?" he asked.
Colin's hands came up to his face and he rubbed at his eyebrows
with his fingertips.
"Ryan, I'm married. You're married. We can't go whoring
around with everyone that
offers it up."
Ryan watched as Colin began to twirl his wedding band around his
left finger-- a
gesture of nervousness that he, too, used during times of stress
or uncertainty. He
cleared his throat.
"You know," Ryan remarked, "it's not like I've
made it a habit. It's only happened a
handful for me, in over ten years of marriage. Pardon the
pun." He smiled. "Hell, the
first time wasn't even sex, it was more like heavy petting. And
Josie was just straight
out, I-want-to-fuck-you sex. Not to mention that during the run
of the show, I've--"
He crossed his legs. "I love my wife as much as I love you.
I would never do
anything to hurt her--"
"Sleeping with someone else? You don't think that would
bother her if she knew?"
"She knows about Josie, and the first one. She's forgiven
me." He paused and stuck
his tongue into the side of his cheek. "And she knows about
you and me, too. It's
just sex," Ryan stressed. He gestured towards the yellow
envelope in Colin's hand.
"You said yourself that you were attracted to this
guy."
"I'm attracted to skydiving, too. It doesn't mean I want to
go jump out of a fucking
plane."
Ryan straightened his back and gave him a bland look. "So
who were you thinking
about when I walked in on you and Granny Five-Fingers?"
Colin blushed. "Okay, fine. I was... daydreaming... about
him. I mean, when we
came to Vegas last year and I met him here, that was special.
Something went off
in my head, and for days he was all that I could think about. But
I pushed it away.
I'm married," he stressed, more to himself than Ryan.
"It's not right."
"I'm not saying it is," Ryan replied in a strange
voice. "But I think it's what you need."
I think it's what you need...
Colin went around for the rest of the day trying to figure out
what Ryan had meant by
that. How could his best friend be so supportive of the idea of
adultery, and with
another guy at that?
As he sat in front of the slot machine and punched the
"BET" button, he thought about
how perfect his life had become. He had a great job (who'd have
ever thought he
could make such a good living at improv?), he had wonderful
friends and colleagues,
a wife whom he loved and who loved him, a great son, and
everything he could ever
want. Why, he asked himself, would he want to cast that all away
for a one-night
stand with a cute piece of ass?
He watched the wide back numbers spin behind the glass and settle
to stillness, then
he yawned. They never matched up as often as he hoped they would.
Colin scratched the side of his head and reached for the glowing
"BET" button again.
"A lot of things never match up," he mumbled to
himself. He shook his head in
confusion. "What the hell does that mean?"
The thought connected to Ryan's words, for one thing. He couldn't
get them out of his
head any more than he could cast aside the image of that man...
He had seen and talked to him during his last two trips to Las
Vegas. They shared a
few drinks and went out to dinner a few times, but stopped short
of any physical
contact outside of giving each other a friendly hug and
presenting one another with a
quick kiss on the cheek. He had to admit that maybe the hugs and
kisses had begun
to go on a little longer each time.
"Why is that something I need?" he muttered. He hit the
button on the slot machine with
the palm of his hand, and began to debate whether or not he
really wanted to meet up
with the man that night.
His free hand drifted back to his pocket, and he felt the
envelope through the heavy
material of his pants. The words on the paper inside had been
simple and unmistakable:
If you'd like, we can have dinner at nine. And go to your room at
ten. Followed by his
name.
Colin watched as the slot machine numbers fell into place, but
the jackpot continued to
evade him. He only won 100 credits, which lasted him about twenty
minutes. By that
time, he had at least come to a decision.
Colin stuck his plastic key into the slot of the door, then
pushed down on the silver
handle when the green light came on. He shoved the door open,
then stepped back
and allowed him to enter first.
When he closed the door behind them, Colin could feel the tension
climb several
notches. They had used up all small talk in the hotel dining room
and on the short ride
up in the elevator. Now, Colin found himself only able to ask one
more thing.
"Do you... want me?"
"I'm attracted to you," he replied bluntly. "I
want you more than I've ever wanted
anyone else in my life."
His gaze locked onto Colin's dark eyes, and it almost felt as if
his stomach had
disappeared. His legs felt weak, and he leaned against the wall
as he came to him.
He pressed his body against Colin's, who reached up and ran his
hands along the
young man's back.
"I've wanted you," he breathed, "since the moment
I saw you."
They exchanged a slow, sensual kiss and embraced in the doorway,
then made their
way over to the bed and lay down beside one another. Their hands
traveled over each
other's faces and necks as they continued to kiss, but after a
few moments Colin
broke it off. He could feel his wedding band, which felt cold as
it pressed against his
ring finger.
"I... I can't... this is wrong..."
"I know it is," he agreed in a soft voice. "I
know."
Colin hovered above him, his anxious face half-hidden by the
shadows. "I love my
wife," he whispered.
"Good," he whispered in reply. His warm hand crept up
to touch Colin's cheek. "I'm
glad you do. I don't want you to love me, Colin. I just want us
to spend some time
together."
Colin shut his eyes and bowed his head as his mind raged with
indecision. He could
feel his pulse racing and the blood pumping through every fibre
of his being, and he
knew that he could just say no, he could roll off to the side and
ask him to leave, and
he would get up and walk out without complaint or reply.
I think it's what you need.
Ryan's words shot through his mind again, and Colin balled up the
bedspread beneath
both hands in frustration. He still didn't know what that meant.
He could only grasp
the fact that beneath him lay a young, beautiful man willing to
fulfill his every desire for
hours on end. A man who, like him, did not want a commitment that
lasted beyond
the confines of the hotel room. A man who, like Ryan, seemed to
understand what he
needed even if Colin himself could not.
Before he could reconsider the action, Colin pulled off his
wedding ring and put it into
his pocket. He watched this gesture with a mixture of concern and
acceptance, then
lifted his head towards Colin.
Colin's mouth came down tenderly, and it rained down with
delicate kisses that barely
brushed against his soft lips. His breath still held the faint
taste of peppermint from dinner.
Colin rested himself on his elbows and settled his body down
against the young man's
slender frame with a sigh, and thin, strong arms wrapped around
him in response. He
pulled him closer, returning the kisses with joyful intensity as
their legs twined around
one another. Their lips locked together and Colin squeezed his
eyes shut.
Maybe he won't excite me, he thought desperately. Maybe I won't
be able to do
anything, and we'll have to stop and--
Colin's eyes cracked open. He groaned as the warmth in his
trousers became a
firmness, and as that happened he felt himself locked in to a
scenario that he both feared
and desired. His hips began to press harder against the willing
body beneath him.
With gentle guidance, the young man slowly turned him over onto
his side and then onto
his back, until Colin lay on the bed with him straddling his
hips. With a smile of
satisfaction, the man sat back and pulled off his shirt, then
unbuttoned Colin's shirt and
pushed it open to reveal his bare, hairy chest to the cool air of
the room.
Although Colin normally wore a t-shirt, he had neglected to put
one on that morning,
and he quickly found himself grateful for that lapse as he ran
her hands over his chest.
His nipples had always been overly sensitive-- something he'd
found embarrassing, for
the most part-- but under his talented fingertips he felt waves
of pleasure emanate
from his chest. The slim fingers combed through Colin's
gray-brown chest hairs and
circled the full nipples.
The man tugged his hands away from Colin and leaned over him,
then put his full mouth
onto his right breast and began to suck on the nipple. Colin felt
a twitch between his
legs as he switched from the right breast to the left, and he
clasped his head with both
hands. Colin's hips rose off the bed in response to the actions,
and his erect penis
probed against his stomach through the khaki pants.
"Go down on me," he begged with panting breath.
"Will you please go down on me?"
He gave his left nipple one last suck, then looked up at him with
heavy-lidded eyes.
"Will you last?"
"Yes," he groaned.
With a farewell kiss to his left nipple, Colin watched as the
man's head bobbed lower
on his body. He felt soft lips make a trail of kisses down the
hairline of his stomach
while those gentle hands unbuckled and unzipped his pants, then
tugged them down.
Colin's white cotton briefs could not contain the towering
erection, and once he had
freed the khakis from his waist, his penis slipped out of the
confines of the underwear
and rose through the slit in front with majestic strength. The
tip of his swollen penis
brushed against the man's bare chest, and he shivered in ecstasy.
He gave him a sly, sexy look as he sat back and tugged off his
trousers and underwear,
then let them tumble off the end of the bed. His right hand
snaked along the inside of
Colin's thigh as he came up on him again, combing the hair on his
leg in the opposite
direction. His hand crept underneath to cup Colin's testicles,
and he ran his thumb
over them in contemplation. It seemed to Colin that he could
almost feel the swirls of
his thumbprint as they brushed over the tiny hairs on his balls.
Colin squirmed. "Please, please," he begged again.
He could sense the older man's desperate need and, with only
another quick glance up,
he dropped his head over Colin's crotch and took his full
eight-and-a-half inches of
length into his mouth. He drew the throbbing member down into his
throat as his right
hand continued to massage Colin's tingling testicles, and his
tongue pressed up on the
underside of Colin's penis in a steady rhythm.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
Colin grit his teeth and pushed his head back against the bed as
the tongue action
alternated with the usual in-and-out motions of a blowjob. With
each thrust into the
young man's luscious mouth, he let out a soft explosion of
breath. His fingers entangled
themselves in the man's hair.
Colin noticed that the man had dropped his left hand between his
own legs, and had
begun to rub himself with a steady motion. His elbow came out to
the side, and the
muscles in his shoulder worked furiously. Colin fought for his
control, not wanting to
spoil the moment by coming too quickly. He looked down and
watched as his
engorged penis slid effortlessly between the man's thin, smooth
lips, a sight that excited
him more than he anticipated.
Perhaps he could sense Colin's rising action, or perhaps his own
desires overtook him,
because he suddenly pulled away. Colin's penis popped out of his
mouth with an
audible sound, but before he could voice his displeasure at that,
the man had already
settled his body around Colin's hips. He pressed Colin's cock
against his soft pubic
hair and his own raging erection, closing his eyes as a little as
a smile crept over his
face.
They sat there, very still for a moment, before he lifted up and
tucked Colin's penis
underneath him. He guided him into the tight opening of his body,
and Colin put his
hands against the man's hips and pulled him down, sinking into
steamy well with a
smooth, fluid motion. He sank in to the hilt, then tossed her
head forward and back
with a loud moan.
Colin lifted his legs and the man leaned back against his thighs
for balance, grasping his
bent knees with both hands as his head rolled back in pleasure.
His calves sank into
the mattress as he began to bounce up and down against him,
taking all of him into his
body with each stroke.
They continued like that for several minutes, and the man's slow
lovemaking had a
stimulating yet calming effect. The powerful urge that had been
upon Colin only
moments before abated to a more controllable desire, and he sat
up and took him in
his arms, then rolled him onto the mattress.
Their bodies rubbed deliciously against one another, coated with
a thin sheen of sweat.
Colin kissed him and began to pump into him with a slightly
different motion and pace
than he had used, and he felt the sensuous form beneath him
respond favorably to the
new motion. His hips rotated with each forward-and-back thrust,
rubbing the sensitive
areas of his body in a different and welcome direction.
"I like it better this way," he said with a grin.
"Me, too," he panted. His breath caught and he let out
a squeak as Colin sent a quick,
sharp thrust into his body.
"Just like that," he gasped. "Just like that,
Colin."
The words were the same ones that Ryan always used, which brought
shivers of
excitement throughout Colin's body. Colin began to pump harder,
drawing his length
out almost to the point of danger before he pushed himself back
inside the tight
opening. The steady rocking motion helped to drive his penis
deeper inside, and his
eyes squeezed shut to slits as his head bobbed with the steady
motion. He looped one
arm around his leg and pulled it up and to the side, until the
back of his knee rested in
the crook of his elbow. The man released a long, drawn-out series
of "oohs" as he
readjusted their position.
"You like that, huh?" he said.
He watched with satisfaction as he nodded, his mouth slack and
unable to find the
words to respond. Colin quickened the pace as his own body began
to cry out with its
need. The bedsprings squeaked in rhythmic harmony as their bodies
rose and fell as
one, and Colin could feel the muscles in his back and buttocks
straining to keep pace
with this younger body's demands. Fingernails ran down his back
with enough pressure
to leave thin red lines, but not hard enough to draw blood. He
grit his teeth.
He could feel the other man on the verge of a major orgasm and,
desperate to keep
pace, he started to pump into him at a frenetic pace. Their balls
slapped together in an
audible rhythm of lust, keeping in time with the squeal of the
bedsprings.
He wanted them to come together, he wanted their experience to be
joined in
perfection, and for several moments he didn't think he could make
that happen. He
came like a steam engine and he thought he would be run over in
its pace, but just as
the man hit the peak of his orgasm, Colin felt his own arrive
with shocking abruptness.
Together they released wordless cries of pleasure and clung to
one another as the
uncontrollable swell of their efforts overtook them. They rode it
out together, wrapped
in each other's arms.
Colin felt himself release into his body, and he pushed forward
two more times before
he finally felt the rush of liquid slow from his penis. He
started to pull back, but he held
onto him.
"Stay inside a little longer," he pleaded. "Just a
little bit."
"I've gone soft," he replied with a sad shake of his
head. "I can't."
But he did try, and for a few moments his sensitive genitals lay
cradled in the warm nest.
Finally, however, his penis slipped out of the tight tunnel of
his body and he dropped
onto his side, exhausted.
Colin blinked and lifted his head as he realized something. What
he had just done with
the man beside him bore no resemblance to the way he made love to
his wife. The
lovemaking that he and Deb shared involved a kind of sharing that
he hadn't felt just
then. In fact, every woman he'd been with before Deb had been a
friend first and a
lover second; it had been the same with Ryan as well. He'd gone
into their bodies
knowing all about them; he knew nothing about the man he had just
slept with. Yet he
felt a peace and satisfaction that he'd never felt before.
Sinking into strange flesh, he thought. Is that what Ryan meant?
And why did I need it?
Colin looked over at the man's limp body and closed eyes, and
brushed his fingers
against his smooth, sweat-slick forehead. He did not stir.
He wanted to ponder his decision, wanted to try and work out some
of the inevitable
guilt and confusion that would no doubt wait for him in the
future, but he felt his own
eyelids sliding shut as his muscles began to relax. He curled up
next to the man's
sleeping form, one arm over his waist, and dropped off into a
solid, peaceful sleep.