Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 107
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After a few weeks and no feedback from fellow Xochi guests, Dean and Zeta, even Louise accepted that we weren't going to meet up with them.
"Forget it, Louise. It isn't happening," I told her.
"So fucking rude," she responded. "Fuck 'em. Let's take a look at the web forum later. I'd like to do something next weekend."
I reminded Louise that I had a business trip to Syracuse and would only get back late on Friday.
"OK, fuck, I nearly forgot. Let's see what I can fix up for Saturday. The boys have a sleepover at the Marsden's. It's Rennie's birthday."
It turned out there wasn't anything we could fix up on the hookup site for Saturday, and that pissed Louise off even more.
"You'd think some red-blooded male would want to play with THESE!" Louise lamented pointing down at her breasts. "Ron, why do we have to restrict it to bi couples? How about just a good old-fashioned hetero foursome?"
"Louise, whatever you want, baby, OK? Whatever you want."
"Oh, fuck you, Ron!" Louise moaned, angrily lighting a cigarette, "Why can't YOU fix us up with something? And even Donnie has stopped replying to my messages! Guess we're done with him! And when are you taking me to an Adult Store!?!"
==
I had a Thursday afternoon meeting in Syracuse, followed by a Friday workshop in Utica, which was scheduled to run 9am to 3pm. It was a long drive and an overnight was necessary.
Our Syracuse customer was located centrally, and my boss Mikey's assistant had set me up with a room at the Marriott Syracuse Downtown. I'd then drive to the workshop in Utica on Friday morning, then after the workshop I'd drive straight home.
I checked in to the hotel around 8pm and decided to eat there. There was a casual pub/diner attached, Irish-themed, it was called Shaughnessy's. I sat at the large square bar and ordered a 'Shaughnessy' sandwich, as recommended by the bartender. I was glad I took the recommendation. The sandwich was basically a Reuben, but it was pretty fucking tasty. And it was big. I didn't need any dessert, put it that way.
After a couple of beers, a guy who looked like a fellow business traveler asked if the seat next to me was free.
"Sure," I replied.
"You here on business, I take it?" the guy asked.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yep, me too," he answered as he settled on his barstool, "I guess pretty much everybody is."
"I suppose so," I replied.
I'd put the guy late twenties. He was wearing what looked like an expensive light grey suit, and a white shirt with a dark colored necktie, kind of burgundy/black. He was slim, clean shaven with a short brown hair cut, and angular features. He had kind of a 'tough guy' look. Without being ugly. Yeah, he was definitely OK looking. But looked very straight.
"What is it you're drinking?" he asked.
"It's called Gargoyle," I replied. "An IPA, it's actually not bad."
"OK, Gargoyle it is," the guy smiled back. "You want another?" he asked.
"Yeah, why not?" I replied. "One more then bed. I have an early start."
The guy ordered two beers.
"I found a bar not too far from the hotel which looked interesting," the guy continued, "It was actually a barbershop and a bar. In one. It looked quite lively from the outside. Checked it out online, and it sounded fun. But actually, not much happening there. So, I headed back here."
"Oh, a joint barbershop and a pub? That's a new one for me," I replied.
"Yeah, it's a few minutes up the street. I'm Connor by the way. Connor Mitchell. Been here a couple days. Home tomorrow night. I'm in the semiconductor industry. Sales mainly. We have an R&D partnership with a startup here, came out of the University. Super smart guys. I'm learning some of the new products. Civil and military applications, aviation, should fly off the shelves, like, I don't know, how does it go? Hot cakes?"
I laughed. The guy had an easy way about him. I imagined he was a good salesman.
"Ron," I offered, by way of my side of the introduction, "Ron Abbott. I'm in IT services."
"Pleased to meet you, Ron," Connor said stretching his right hand out. I shook hands with Connor.
"I thought Syracuse would be livelier. You know, college town and everything. Not a lot happening really. Well, not my kind of thing. Last night was fucking dead. You just got here, right?" Connor asked.
"Yeah. Finished a meeting later than I expected, then checked in. I'm travelling home tomorrow. Well, after a stop off for a Client Workshop."
"Ah, cool. If you don't mind me asking, where's 'home'?"
"White Plains."
"Shit! Not too far from me. I'm Ardsley. Shit, we're practically neighbors!"
We continued to talk. Connor was quite an easy guy to talk to. We ordered another beer. Then I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
As I pissed, I realized I was semi-excited. Calm down, Ron, I told myself. Connor probably isn't gay. But I couldn't get the thought of sucking Connor's cock out of my head. What the fuck was it with me these days? Worst case scenario, I'd have something to run through my head later when I jerked off in my room. My cock tingled as I put it away. I washed my hands, and noticed that my dick wasn't really getting any softer.
I returned to the bar, and Connor then excused himself to go to the bathroom. He left his room key on the bar. I could see his room number on the folded keycard holder. 472. I was in 478. Same floor, same corridor.
Connor returned a few minutes later.
"So, Ron. You married?"
I confirmed I was, and mentioned the two boys.
"I WAS married," Connor laughed, "But it wasn't for me. I'm surprised we lasted as long as we did. Four years. Divorce actually came through a month ago. No, I guess I'm not the marrying kind."
"Oh, sorry to hear that," I said.
"No, it's OK. I shouldn't have got married in the first place, but you know. Parents, peer pressure, all my friends from High School and College were married. I felt like the odd one out. And I liked Tracy, don't get me wrong. God, she was a looker. But it was the wrong thing to do, and I should have known that at the time. But we're still friends. The way things ended, it made it easy not to hate each other. No hard feelings either way. And no kids to make things more complicated."
"OK. Connor, I'm going to have one last drink and go up. You want another?"
"Yeah, why not, Ron? Why not?"
==
We took the elevator up to floor 4 together. I was nervous. After four, or was it five beers, I was less inhibited than I usually was. And I wanted Connor. I'd decided by now that I definitely wanted Connor. But I didn't think he was gay. And I didn't want to risk any, eh, misunderstandings.
We left the elevator, and both found ourselves walking down the same way to our rooms. We hit Connor's room first. Connor stopped at his door.
"Well, Ron, it was good talking. Hope you get a good night's sleep, and safe trip home tomorrow. I'm going up to St. Catherines tomorrow night. See the falls."
"Ah, OK. Thing is I'm not really that tired now," I replied.
Was I being too obvious? My dream would be for Connor to invite me into his room for a 'drink or something'. I desperately wanted the '.. or something'. Connor remained silent.
"Oh, well, I'm just down the way in 478. See you," I said trying hard to hide my disappointment.
I paused one last time. Connor looked at me. Did he know I was gay? Well, bisexual, whatever. I wanted to say something more. I wanted to ask him if he'd be interested in something, well, something sexual. Connor was still looking me in the eye. I gulped. But I didn't say anything more.
"Well, Ron, have a nice night," he said, maintaining eye contact.
Then Connor smiled. I gulped again, but I was too chicken to say anything.
"Yeah, OK. Cheers, Connor! Have a good night yourself. I'll head on down to good ol' 478, grab a Scotch from the mini-bar then get some shut-eye. Seeya."
Connor turned and slipped his keycard into the lock on the door. I took a few steps back. Then Connor stepped into his room and closed the door.
Shit. Why was I such a coward? I walked down the corridor in a melancholy funk. Then I let myself into my room. 478. Alone.
I got in and immediately undressed. I was sporting a semi-hardon. I got a drink of water, and then sat down on the bed. I guess I'd just watch some porn and jerk off.
I lay back slowly on the bed and closed my eyes. Thing was, I now really wasn't that sleepy. My head was buzzing, my cock was tingling. I kept running the same thought through my mind. What if Connor was interested? Should I walk back up the corridor and knock on his door?
I sat up in shock when I heard a sudden knock on my door. A firm double tap. Fuck! What now? I got up and nervously walked to the door before looking through the peephole.
My heart almost stopped. It was Connor!
"Ron, let me in. I think we both want the same thing."
I opened the door and Connor walked in. He was wearing a white toweled bath robe. Before I could say anything, Connor grabbed my face and kissed me firmly.
TO BE CONTINUED