From Hotel Room to Railway Bathroom

From Hotel Room to Disabled Bathroom

Upon walking next morning, I knew that I had been railed hard the day before. My brown eye groaned as I completed my ablutions. The soreness was worth it and I struggled to keep my morning wood under control. it would have been so easy to have a cheeky wank but I was hungry and wanted to enjoy my final breakfast at the Grand Hyatt in Melbourne.

The conference that my boss had paid top dollar to send me to was finally at an end. Not that I attended all the sessions nor paid attention to the ones I turned up to. This business trip to Melbourne had unleashed my gay tendencies. I met a young lad in a porno theatre and before I knew it, I was sucking my first cock. Then I sucked my first cock. Then we fucked each other's dirty holes.

Ours was a discrete holiday romance where Gary and I experimented with our sexualities. He was extremely attractive with a wired frame and long hair fixed in a pony tail. He was gay but had limited experience. Now, today, on Friday, we both learned a lot about the finer aspects of the gay arts. There was something unique about Gary that enabled me to ditch all inhibitions. He was gone and I missed him already.

Later, at breakfast, I was about to text Gary but he beat me to it asking me how I felt. Sore, I replied, but happy.

"Same," Gary tapped, "I feel great and want to do it again."

"Don't think I could take you so soon," I joked.

"Could you take me?"

My cock sprung to peak hardness at the thought of fucking his adolescent bottom. Unfortunately, I was due to check out and with my flight at 4 PM, there would be no time for Gary and I to enjoy a final fling.

"I could take the afternoon off work," Gary offered and my heart skipped a beat.

"There's no place to go," I said and explained my situation.

"The porno theatre?"

"Not open till 5 PM."

"Well, I'd like to see you one last time."

"How about lunch in the city?" I asked.

"Sure, I can be there at one."

With the arrangements made, I went back to my room and packed with skip in my step. Grabbing my case, I took one last look around the room and relived the previous night's sensual activities with a sense of pride.

Twenty minutes later, I was browsing through the city and decided on a noodle bar for lunch. I texted the place to Gary and to my astonishment he was already on his way and would be fashionably early.

I bought Gary the noodle box of his choice and we sat next to each other on a long bench in the food court that was quickly filling with the office crowd. Occasionally, Gary brush his nails against my leg in a teasing gesture, signaling that he was eager for action. I was too but was constrained by a discrete location in which to play.

"I want to play as well," I said, in between mouthfuls of meat and noodle, "it's daytime and I can't think of a place to go."

"Nor me," Sighed Gary, "But, seeing you again is enough for me."

"Same," I smiled at the compliment, "It's been a great week."

"So, what's next for you?" Gary asked.

"I don't know," I said after a moment's thought, "This was such an unexpected situation, unique."

"For me too," Gary chuckled, "Doubt I'll ever be so lucky."

"An attractive gentleman like you will find what you're looking for."

"I'm sat next to him."

I felt the same, in a strange way that I could not explain. It was exhilarating to be in Gary's company. His good looks, scrawny build, sexual energy and sweet but manly voice were mesmerising. There was going to be a hole of nothingness, emptiness, when I had to leave for the airport.

"If only, eh?" I responded, weakly, "If I could stay longer I would."

"What about long term?"

"I can't see myself moving to Melbourne," I said, "And I can't see you moving to Sydney."

"Hmm, true," Gary replied, his face taking on a sad expression, "Just imagine the possibilities if we could be together?"

Believe me, I had thought of nothing else since the night before. After Gary left my hotel room, I could not relax and decided to have a few late-night beers to help me wind down. As the beer flowed, I questioned my sexuality and wondered whether I was gay or bisexual at least. The questionable conclusion I came to was that it was Gary and his unique personality that opened my mind to sexual possibilities. I doubted another male could elicit the same feelings in me and I was not keen on finding out.

"I could see us together," I said, truthfully.

"Same," Gary grinned, "I haven't met someone that I'd want to be exclusive with."

"Blow and go, eh?"

"Yep, until Tuesday," Gary confessed, "Done more with you than anyone else."

"Going forward, more of the same?" I asked.

"I don't know," Gary replied, "There's more to life than the back seat of a car."

"Or a sleazy movie theatre?" I laughed.

"That was a shot in the dark," Gary teased with a double entendre.

"In more ways than one."

"I would have gone home satisfied," Gary said, "Had you not invited me to join you."

"My blood was boiling," I chuckled.

"I'm glad," Gary said, "And the fact that you wanted to spend some time with me after."

"You're an interesting guy," I said, "And I wanted to know who had turned me on so much."

"And what did you find out?"

"That I could only do those things with you, and you alone."

"So, no going to the gay bars in Sydney?" Gary joked.

"I won't be with another guy," I said, "Nobody could measure up."

We sat in silence as we finished our lunch. Afterwards, we wandered up Bourke Street towards Southern Cross Station. To everyone passing is, we were two straight acting guys sharing jokes and laughing freely. Underneath though, burned a deep passion and need to rip each other's clothes off. Sadly, we knew that an opportunity was unlikely. Still, I enjoyed Gary's company and would miss him badly.

As we crossed Spencer Street and walked into the train station, I received a text from Virgin Australia. Great, my flight to Sydney was delayed indefinitely due to busy fire smoke in Australia's first city.

"Well, if you don't mind, we could have a drink together?" I offered Gary.

"I would like that."

It was nice to share the delay with quality company rather than be at the airport for an unknown length of time. The bus trip from Melbourne to the airport at Tullamarine was about half an hour and serviced departed every 15 minutes or so.

We decamped to a bar that overlooked the Docklands precinct. It was not a particularly impressive view but the young lad in front of me was. Whenever he looked out of the window, I gazed longingly at his adolescent good looks. My cock also approved by its constant twitching.

As he got up to exit the bar, I admired Gary's slender frame and then lusted after it. The memory of the previous evening was still vivid, and I quickly rose to attention. There seemed to be no viable options for one last fumble. The station and its shopping precinct had significant foot traffic despite it being the middle of the afternoon.

When he returned, Gary had a twinkle in his eyes and mischievous smile. He sat opposite me again but did not immediately speak.

"I was thinking," He began after a moment of gathering his thoughts, "If you're game, I may have found an opportunity."

"Oh, yes?" I raised an eyebrow, "And what would that be?"

"The disabled bathroom on the main concourse," He answered, "But we need to come up with a discrete way of entering it."

"Sounds impossible," I said, "There's hundreds of people passing by, not to mention all the CCTV."

"Obviously, we cannot enter or exit together," Gary agreed, "We'd be busted for sure, and we don't want that."

"No way!" I snorted.

"What if," Gary leaned in conspiratorially, "I enter first and lock the door behind me, and you follow a few minutes later."

"And we coordinate by using our phones?"

"Yes. As soon reach the handle I will unlock and you enter," Said Gary, warming to his off-the-cuff plan, "And when we've finished, I'll leave and you lock the door behind me and wait a couple of minutes before joining me somewhere."

I was skeptical but was horny enough to give it a try. Given that I had not been to the toilet yet, I volunteered to be the first to enter the disabled bathroom. Gary whipped out a pair of earphones and connected it to his phone.

"Text me as soon as you're in," Gary instructed with rising anticipation, "And I will call you as soon as I finish my pint."

He had about half left, but I sculled my drink, nervous with anticipation and dread. I grabbed my bag, stood up and looked at the entrance and then to Gary.

"See you soon," I said, my voice trembling.

Upon leaving the bar, I tried melt into the crowd as I made my way towards the disabled toilet. Not for a moment did I ever think about the moral implications of depriving someone genuinely disabled of a bathroom while Gary and I engaged in a last bout of torrid gay sex.

My heart pounded and the palms clammed up; my body coursed with adrenaline as the destiny came into view. I reached out and grabbed the handle, the heavy door swung open. Pulling it closed, I spun around and latched the door locked. After stashing my bag, I retrieved my phone and sent Gary a text, my fingers trembling on the keypad.

"Will be leaving in a minute," Gary replied, "I'll call you."

I could barely wait. Sweat poured from every pore and I was visibly shaking. I did not notice how well maintained the bathroom was, an improvement from the adult theatre and a nowhere near as the quality of my Rydges hotel room.

As the seconds ticked by and I unconsciously began massaging my crotch which was already rock hard. My butt remained sore so I would not be taking Gary's gorgeous cock today unfortunately. Where Gary wanted to bottom would be known in seconds.

My phone suddenly lit up and I answered immediately. Gary's sonorous voice told me he was approaching the bathroom. I stood by the door with my outstretched hand resting on the lock.

"Seconds now," He breathed, "And...now."

I unlocked the door and stepped to my right. Simultaneously, the heavy door swung open, and Gary glided in. He spun around and relocked the door. As outrageous as the plan seemed, it worked, and we could not believe it.

"Wow," I whispered, wiping my sweaty brow, "That was easy."

"I knew it could be done!" He smiled, "How long have we got?"

Working backwards from my revised departure time, I figured we had a least half an hour, possibly more but I doubted that we could monopolise the bathroom for any longer than that.

"Let's get to it," Gary smiled and pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips to mine.

I thought I was going to come in my pants the moment his tongue danced inside my mouth. My knees nearly buckled as Gary ran his hands all over my trembling body.

"Let's get naked," He breathed after breaking the kiss.

We couldn't disrobe quickly enough, and I saw that Gary was as hard as I was. Once we tossed our clothes on top of my bag. I found myself sat on the toilet lid, with my legs spread and cock pointing toward the ceiling.

In front of me was Gary, on his knees, securing a strand of hair behind his ear with one hand while the other cupped my withered ball bag.

"You ready," Gary grinned.

"Don't make me wait," I panted, my body rigid with anticipation.

Gary did not tease me too long and ready swallowed my length with practiced eased. I almost lost it. I sat back with my eyes firmly fixed on Gary's head bobbing up and down. He employed a varied technique of using his mouth and tongue, his hand and tongue and the combination of both.

"I'm going to come!" I moaned after several minutes of this heavenly oral action.

"We can't have that," Gary chuckled, "Well, not yet anyway."

He stood up, stretched, before turning and bending over the basin in front of the mirror.

"I want to see you come inside me," He said looking at his reflection.

Rummaging through my bad, I retrieve the lubricant before dropping to my knees. Gary anticipated my next request. He reached around and spread his skinny cheeks, exposing his starfish to my lascivious gaze.

I buried my face in the brown valley and lapped aggressively as Gary's twitching pucker. Simultaneously, I squeezed a generous dollop of lube into my hand before wrapping it around his quivering pole.

Licking and sucking Gary's bung and balls was accompanied by a rhythmic massaging of his cock. My young lover purred in pleasure; his senses bombarded by a myriad of intense sensations.

"You like that?" I asked, rhetorically while slapping a cheek.

I cannot recall how long I administered enjoyment, maybe a few minutes or five at most, but, inevitably, Gary could not hold out for long. I could tell by the way his body writhed and shivered than an orgasm was incoming.

"Don't stop," Gary implored, when I attempted to capture his seed in my mouth, "Keep going!"

Moments later, Gary growled and his cock exploded. bolts of boiling sperm shot from his piss hole and disintegrated on the tiled floor. He moaned continually as his legs shook. I was disappointed not to taste Gary's seed on last time, but I loved the way my tongue had opened his backdoor.

"I bet that was amazing," I said wiping my face with a paper towel.

Gary looked at me through the mirror, his cheeks reddened with tussles of hair falling down his face.

"I love what you do back there," He panted, "Now, it's your turn. Fuck my arse!"

Not needing to be asked twice, I applied a small amount of grease across my head and intended to go in drier than the night before where both of us used too much lube.

"Here it comes," I breathed and pressed my angry cock towards Gary's most intimate entrance.

"Oh, yeah!" Gary's eyes were ablaze, "Give it to me."

With our gazes locked through the reflection, I pressed harder and, pop, Gary took me inside. He breathed through gritted teeth and screwed his eyes closed for a moment before opening them and smiling at me.

"Feels fucking amazing!"

"It sure does," I agreed as I fed him my length until I was balls deep.

The tightness and the heat of that tight space was incredible, and I knew my balls would give out in no time.

"Fuck me!"

Slowly at first, I rocked my hips, but Gary wanted it harder and faster, and continually urged me on. Aside from complimentary panting and moaning, the other sound was skin on skin slapping together.

"Yeah, that's it!"

My hands gripped Gary's thighs tightly and I pounded his pooper; our eyes locked together. He snaked a hand between his legs and began breathing new life into his cock. I could feel my body caving into the inevitable.

"Come for me!"

The climax began in the pit of my stomach. My heart kicked into 5th gear and began pumping adrenaline-laced blood to my loins. My fucking action gained speed and anger as the orgasm started shooting up my length.

"Oh, shit!" I hissed as my final slam unleashed my balls deep inside Gary's bowels.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes as the brain shutdown from an excess of pleasure.

"Oh, yeah!" Gary repeated, but I was barely aware of what he was saying as his O-ring throttled my long-suffering cock.

After a short time, that seemed like an age, I regained my sense and opened my eyes to see Gary staring back at me with a satisfied expression on his lips.

"I've never seen a guy come quite like that!" He said, grinning.

"Did you like watching me come?"

"I sure did," Gary chuckled, "Feel between my legs."

Gary was as hard as before, if not harder with pre-come leaking from his slit. Mine, on the other hand, was wilting fast and I withdrew with a satisfying pop.

"You're leaking," I observed as ribbons of fluid dribbled down the inside of each thigh.

Gary reached behind and scooped up my seed before smearing this noxious mixture across his lips like a slutty porn star before licking his fingers clean.

Spread your arse and push," I ordered and placed a cupped hand underneath his twitching hole, "What a gape!"

Gary's hole opened and ejected blobs of a thick white substance into my hand. He begged for my seed, and I offered him my funky hand.

"Mm, its sweet and salty." Gary cooed as he slurped as the contents.

"Two cream pies," I observed watching Gary's debauched behaviour through the reflection.

I grabbed Gary by his ponytail and pulled him towards me for a come-flavoured kiss. I asked him if I could suck his cock, but Gary questioned whether we had time. We had been at it for around twenty minutes, and no-one had attempted to enter the bathroom. I figured we had another ten minutes of safety.

After dropping to my knees, I opened my mouth and allowed Gary to fuck it at a pace to his liking. I felt especially submissive when Gary placed a hand at the back of my head and forced his meat deep down my throat.

As he did this to me, I felt a strange sensation in my loins. Inexplicably, my cock began hardening and growing, mere minutes after it had pin cushioned Gary arse.

"I'm getting hard again," I coughed.

"Let's come together," Gary pleaded.

We stood up, faced each other, and began wanking our cocks with kissing passionately. Being of similar height, we were poised to squirt our juice over each other's cocks. As soon as Gary announced his orgasm, I jerked my cock furiously to come at the same time.

With our lips locked in a furious embraced, I suddenly felt jets of boiling jizm splash across my wanking hand, groin and hand. Moments later, Gary experienced the same sensation. We moaned into each other's mouths.

As our climaxes subsided, we broke the embrace and almost immediately began licking our hand and fingers. Gary's seed did not taste as strong as before, but I figured his balls were lower than empty and I was sure mine were the same. A final spermy kiss confirmed my suspicion.

"That was fucking great," Gary beamed.

"Oh, yeah!" I agreed, but we better get out of here.

"Yep."

We quickly cleaned up, dressed and enacted the second part of the plan. I departed first. Gary locked the door immediately and several minutes later, he joined me at the entrance to the Sky Bus departure bay.

As straight guys, we shook hands and sadly parted. For the next hour, we exchanged text messages and debriefed our final meeting. The exchange coaxed me to life again, at least partially, but I could not muster the strength for a cheeky wank. When I boarded my plane to Sydney there was an ominous finality to this strangest of business trip romances.

EPILOGUE: These four interconnected experiences took place in late November 2019. We all know what the next three years did to people's hopes and dreams. Even in 2024, I have not been back to Melbourne since I had to change jobs midway through the pandemic. Gary and I remain in contact and firm friends. We're both in long-term relationships, but chat regularly. If the stars align, who knows, one day we may yet meet again.