Across the Hall

It really wasn't a bad room, Max thought to himself as he placed his suitcase on the bed and walked swiftly into the apartment. Free wireless, all the cable he wanted, a nice bed, good shower...even the soap was high quality. The business meeting he had just went to left him exhausted, bored, ready for some entertainment.

"What a day," sighed Max as he grabbed his ice container and went out into the hallway to fill up. While he walked down the hallway, his mind went to what he should watch on the television. While the wife's away...the men do play, he thought with a sly grin.

When Max got to the ice container, there was already someone there. Standing in front of him with a bathrobe on was an older man getting some ice. His bathrobe was slit open, revealing no t-shirt and a hairy, gray-black chest. He must be still working out, because muscles seemed to stick out of every opening. Show-off, decided Max as he waited for his ice. Still, there was something about him...the old man looked up at Max, stared for a second, then smiled slightly.

"At work or on vacation?" The man said, his friendly manner immediately relieving all of Max's inhibitions.

Max looked down at his unkempt features. His tie was crooked and loose, and his three top buttons were unbuttoned, showing his own chest. He laughed at himself. I'm being a bit of a showoff too, I suppose, he thought, letting his own muscles show as he folded his arms. It had been a little while since he went to the gym, but he still had some bulk to show.

"I'm here for business. Work keeps me on my toes and in flight half the time."

The guy chuckled, finishing off his ice and standing up, a little taller than Max. "Oh yeah? I'm on a business trip too.Well, why don't you come on over, take a load off. I've got beer, we could talk, watch a movie, whatever. Better than jacking off to porn all by yourself."

Max chuckled. This guy was smart, and funny.

"That is an amazing offer, and I could use a little drink. I'm a mess from the meeting today." The closest place for a beer was a gas station few blocks away, and Max didn't even have the desire to do that. This guy could provide a few beers, a couple of laughs. Nothing wrong with that. "What's your name?"

"Steve. Just Steve. Nice to meet you." Their hands shook, and Max could tell that Steve had been putting on some lotion...his hands were as smooth as butter. Conscious of himself. That's the sign of a good businessman.

They walked back to Steve's room (which happened to be right across from Max's) and talked a little bit over some beers. Steve had some good stories up his sleeve, some of the dirtiest Max had ever heard, and had them both cracking up. The TV was on, blaring Sportscenter and providing a comforting background static. Soon Max's cheeks began to flush and he began to relax. Now, this was a guy that was good at hanging out! He took his dress shirt off and sat by Steve's bed, chuckling at the missed catches and bad plays being displayed in slow motion. Finally, Steve turned to him.

"You want to watch something a little more...fun-filled?" Max grinned, knowing exactly what Steve was thinking. "Let's do it, man."

Steve called down and soon they were watching porn. Max gazed at the TV with interest, realizing it had been too long since he saw this kind of stuff. Dicks and chicks. Can't go wrong! Soon he could feel his erection throbbing against the fabric of his pants. He'd give anything to reach for it, give it a few jerks, get his game on. He knew Steve saw (and there was an obvious bulge in his pants as well) but he didn't care.

After a few flicks, Steve called down again. The style of the movies started changing. Max saw that there was a lot of guy on guy, but was so drunk and aroused that he didn't care. He kept watching, and decided this had to be just as sexy. The sounds and sights of the pornography soon had his penis dripping with precum. Man, what a night. He couldn't wait to head home...

Suddenly, Max felt something brush against his pants. It was Steve's hand! Max didn't say anything, just kept watching the movie...it felt so good! Steve started stroking Max's already aroused penis, making slow circles around his engorged tip and then going up and down, up and down...even through his pants, Max responded to the brushes by letting his dick get even bigger than before, it constantly jerking up to Steve's touches. Max didn't know what to do, he had never done this before, but he slowly started to return the favor. He reached over until he could feel the lump in Steve's pants, and Steve moaned in approval as Max's fingertips brushed the hard, hard pole...Steve moved his bathrobe out of the way to reveal nothing underneath. The huge penis was warm and throbbed under his touch. And soon both men were grunting and groaning as they watched the porn and stroked each other slowly.

Just as Max felt like he was going to explode, Steve turned to Max, his eyes twinkling, his smile overpowering.

"What do you say we turn this off and have some real fun?"

At first, Max paused, but then Steve grabbed his chin and drew him into a kiss, still stroking his penis. Max gave in then, turning toward Steve and kissing him deeper, making an effort to take off his pants. Steve's bathrobe fell down and Max's head was directed by Steve's gentle hands and moans to his hairy and stiff nipples. Max started to kiss and lick them while Steve took of Max's shirt and underwear. Soon Steve was on top of Max, the younger man powerless against the older man's obvious physical dominance. Obediently and willingly, already aroused from the hours of porn, Max continued to kiss Steve's nipples as Steve ground into Max, moaning and spreading precum all over Max's belly, balls and legs. This went on for a while, both gasping, slippery and sweaty and wet.

Max groaned as Steve eased down and softly began to lick and pump his penis, his bristly chin and lips scratching and bringing even more pleasure. The way Steve's lips kept sliding up and down his shaft, the wet slippery sound it made whenever he withdrew...Max arched his back and began pumping, helping Steve along. The tension built, Steve started pumping faster and faster....Soon, Max roared, and Steve swallowed him whole, devouring every last drop.

Max was turned over, facing the bed pillow, and Steve started wiping gel and massaging Max's butt. Max groaned, the feeling of wetness in his hole thickening his penis once again. Slowly but surely, Steve inserted his penis in, going further and further with each pump and grunt. Max began to throb along with the thrusts, and for 15 minutes they went back and forth...finally, Steve let out a groan, and Max felt his juices flow into him, making him climax again himself.

Gasping, they lay on the bed for quite a while. Then Steve spoke up.

"How long are you here for?"

"Three days. You?" gasped Max.

"Three days. I'll be here if you ever want another beer."