The Phone Call -- True Story
The room was hot and our bodies were slick with sweat as we moved against each other, him rising up to meet my thrusts me driving down in to his slick, hot, tight hole. The room smelled of sex, sweat and poppers. And the sounds of sex too. I could barely believe that this almost boy was so raunchy, so sexual and so predatory in his passivity.
I was on holidays in Los Angeles visiting friends and family. I'd been there before a number of times so I wasn't hitting the usual tourist traps. I was mainly spending time visiting with people, good friends I hadn't seen in too long and reconnecting with family instead of the usual emails and phone calls. I was staying in a hotel in West Hollywood. Why there? Well it was about halfway between my family and my friends (I didn't stay with the family though they had room as I like to have my own space and time) and I knew the area.
I'd been out for a nice meal in a small Italian place just down the road. There is little that is as relaxing as having a leisurely dinner with friends, a few glasses of wine and being able to sit outside in the warm summers evening, especially coming from the chill, rain damped nights in Dublin. After they left citing babysitters and work responsibilities I strolled back toward my hotel, stopping in a bar for a couple of slow drinks, enjoying watching all the people pass and the other customers flirt with each other.
Soon I'd had enough though and I walked the short distance back to the hotel determined to get a reasonably early night. I had promised to take my niece to the aquarium the next day in return for her promising to pet a shark. She was a barrel of energy and I really didn't need a hangover since keeping up with her would be hard enough. My hotel was nothing special, just the usual anonymous glass and concrete building but it was comfortable, the air conditioning worked (a blessing in the heat of the night) and the bed was good and big and the mattress good and firm.
I stripped off and showered, opened a cold bottle of beer (my last of the night I promised myself) and sat down with my book. The book wasn't good but it was all I had left to read and I really didn't feel like cranking up my laptop so soon I was bored and the beer was finished. Finish the chapter then get some sleep that was the plan. Then the phone rang.
I jumped, startled at the sound, terrible thoughts running through my head as they do late at night when the phone rings before I realized anyone ringing me would have rung my mobile (cell phone to my American friends).
"Hello"
"Is John there?"
"No you've a wrong room number mate"
"Oh sorry about that, never mind him how are you?"
"Fine thanks, was just on my way to bed"
"Really? Least I didn't wake you. Anyway why are you going to bed so soon, the night is young, people to meet, drinks to be drunk blah blah blah you know?"
We chatted for a bit, small talk really but he was funny, I was bored and fully awake and slowly getting intrigued. Slowly, ever so slowly the conversation turned on hints, innuendo. Phrases like him saying he was bottoming out after an evening on the tear with a bunch of straights (emphasizing bottom and straights) and me responding in kind that I was feeling on top form. All the time we were both getting more intrigued, more interested until he flat out asked me what I looked like. I told him, truthfully, I was 30, about 5'10" fairly slim, smooth and shaven and only wearing a towel. (And by this time after all the innuendo and smutty references the towel was more hanging on me than me wearing it). He described himself and he sounded the stuff of fantasies. "20, 5' 6", lean, muscled, shaved everywhere, passive and horny as hell".
I think I moaned slightly, I know my left hand was cupping and stretching my heavy balls. He giggled, not like a girl, more mischievously told me he was clean, his room number and he was waiting, hoping.
The phone went dead. I looked at it, actually looked at it. I couldn't believe it though obviously my cock could. I barely even thought and jumped in the shower again making sure I was clean all over. I put my leather cockring on, threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed my lube, a cold six pack from the (tiny) fridge and put a fresh bottle of poppers in my pocket. My heart was pounding as I walked to the lift and my cock was throbbing. The only blessing was that the shower had calmed me enough for it to drop to half mast though there was still a respectable bulge in my jeans and I could feel a nice string of pre-cum against my thigh.
I stood outside the door for a minute. Could it be a joke? Some kid messing late at night? Fuck it I thought, no one knows me here, what have I got to lose? Taking a deep breath I knocked, just as I knocked I noticed the door was open, barely a crack but still open. A voice called out, his voice, "Come in, it's open, I was hoping you'd show".
I pushed the door open in to the darkened room. He'd pulled the curtains only leaving a crack to let the night light in. The room was dim, almost black but I knew my eyes would adjust and I'd see just fine. I let the door shut behind me as I stepped further in to the room till I saw the bed and then him, sitting at the desk facing the door. He was naked, his hard cock standing proud. As promised he was hairless, excited and looked younger than his years. Except for the way he was exhibiting himself, his very obvious excitement, I would have though he looked innocent.