Part 51 - Justin (and Brett)
The perfect moment was interrupted by my ringing phone. I didn't answer. Instead, I kept looking into Justin's eyes.
"Aren't you going to get that?" he asked.
I shook my head slowly and said, "I don't want to move. I want to stay here with you a little longer," before kissing him again.
Justin moaned slightly and put his arms around me. My cock was still sensitive, and the sensation of it softening and retreating from Justin's tight hole made me shake slightly. I felt Justin shiver as well.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I can't believe that just happened."
"Me either," I said. Then I followed up on my hunch, "This was your first time, wasn't it?"
Justin nodded and then asked, "How could you tell?"
I smiled at him. "Your tight hole was a clue," I said. "But the way your body reacted when I first penetrated you and the way I can still feel you trembling slightly suggested it was a new sensation for you."
I held his face in my hands and kissed him while I enjoyed the feel of my naked body on top of his.
"Do you think it was your wife?" Justin asked.
I was so lost in our embrace and kiss that I didn't know what he was talking about until he added, "Calling you."
"Probably," I said, "I guess I should call her back if it was, but I still don't want to move."
"I don't either," Justin said, "but we still have the evening together...and the night." Justin shifted himself from under me and rubbed my arm. "I'll go get the water warm while you check on the call."
I nodded and kissed him before he left my side and headed to the bathroom. I found my shorts on the floor and grabbed the phone from a pocket. Sure enough, it was my wife but she had not left a message. I called back.
"Hey," she answered, "I'm driving."
"OK," I said, "Are you on your way home?"
"Yeah, but I need to stop and grab a few things for dinner," she said. "What are you up to?"
"Just got back to the hotel," I said, "I'll be heading to dinner soon."
"I'll let you go," she said, "and talk to you later. Love you."
"I love you too," I said and we both hung up.
I hated lying to her. When you have loved someone as long as I loved her and shared so much with them, lying and getting away with it can be difficult, but I had no choice. Besides, I wanted to get back to Justin as soon as I could. I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. The room was dark and steamy with only the light of his cell phone and the light from the hotel room providing any illumination.
"Close the door," he said as soon as I walked in, so I closed it behind me.
"Everything OK at home?" he asked.
"Yes," I said as I took him in my arms.
"Good," he said as he shared the embrace.
"Do you think the water's warm enough?" I asked.
Justin gently moved away from me and stepped into the shower. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
The dark steamy bathroom made everything seem like a dream sequence. The whole day had been like a dream. I joined Justin in the shower and enjoyed feeling the warm water stream over our bodies as we held each other. We took turns washing one another and then hugged tightly before rinsing off. We didn't speak in the shower. Our touches and glances told each other how we felt.
As we dried off, Justin suggested we walk to the restaurant next door.
"You're not hungry, are you?" I asked with a laugh.
"Nah, it's happy hour and I was thinking we could enjoy a beverage or two," he said, "and maybe a snack."
I agreed, so we got dressed and made the short walk to the restaurant and seated ourselves at a table in the bar area. The bartender walked over and Justin ordered a round of beers for us while my eyes scanned the place. There was a lone patron hunched over his drink at the bar and a couple at a table eating some fried appetizer and drinking mixed drinks.
"What are you looking at?" Justin asked.
My glance moved away from the other people in the bar to Justin. "I'm just wondering what his story is," I said as my eyes looked at the man at the bar, "and theirs," as I discreetly motioned toward the couple.
"Oh," Justin said as he smiled, "that again."
I recalled that I had done this at breakfast, so I explained it to Justin.
"This was a game I started playing with my sons when they were younger as a way of encouraging them to use their imaginations. Any time we found ourselves waiting on something, like at a restaurant, we would always develop a story about people we saw."
"What would you think our story is?" he asked. "I mean, if you walked in and saw us sitting here. What would you come up with?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm sure if I saw the two of us sitting at a table, I sure as hell wouldn't be looking at me."
As I said this, I looked at Justin. Before I could continue or he could say anything, the bartender came over with a tray that held four mugs, all for us. Apparently happy hour turned the two beers into four.
"So have you guys had a good day?" the bartender asked as he placed the mugs on the table.
"Yeah," I said with a huge smile, "It was a great day."
"That's always good to hear," he said as he returned my smile and then looked at Justin. "You guys let me know when you're ready for a refill or something to eat."
Justin nodded as the bartender moved away and then turned to me, "So what story would you come up with if you saw the two of us sitting together?"
I thought about it as I took a gulp from the mug and then looked into Justin's eyes. "I don't think I could come up with a story better than our reality," I said.
Justin swallowed a mouthful of beer and put the mug back on the table. "I hadn't considered that," he said. "We are a pretty interesting story, aren't we?"
I nodded in agreement and looked in Justin's eyes.
"Here's my story about us," Justin said. "You're a businessman, and I am one of your employees, fresh out of college and ready to learn anything you have to teach me."
"Go on," I said as I finished my first mug.
"You're in town to negotiate the purchase of some property, and you invited me along to observe you in action," he said. "You said you had booked two rooms, but when we got here there was only one room."
"Two beds, I hope," I said as I chuckled. "One bed would be a little too obvious."
"First of all," Justin said in a lecturing voice, "this is my story, so butt out. Second, yeah, two beds."
He smiled and took another big swig before continuing, "So after we drop our stuff off in the room, you suggest we go out for a few beers and maybe a bite to eat."
"Smart move on my part," I said. "So...names. What are our names?" I asked.
"I'm Rick," he said, "and you're Kevin. You're married but sexually frustrated, Kevin. The past couple of years, you've been finding yourself more and more attracted to young jocks like me. I think that's one of the reasons you hired me as an intern two years ago and then full time after I graduated from college in May."
"Another smart move on my part," I said as I smiled.
"So you're thinking that, after a few beers, maybe something will happen back in the room," Justin said as he smiled at me before looking in the direction of the bartender and motioning for more beers.
"I like this story," I said, "but only if Kevin gets to see Rick naked."
"I'm not so sure that will happen," Justin said as he laughed.
"Why not?" I asked.
"He's taking advantage of that poor kid," he said, trying to act serious.
"That kid isn't as naive as you'd think," I said. "Unless he's dumb as a rock, he's probably sensed Kevin's interest in him, the same way you realized I wanted you. He can tell Kevin enjoys having him around; he represents Kevin's lost youth and freedom. If it creeped him out, he wouldn't have taken a job with him, unless he really needed the job."
I finished my second beer and shook my head, "Rick knows the deal, and if he's still around, he's OK with it."
Justin shook his head as well. "I guess this isn't my story any more, is it?" he asked in a playfully serious way.
We laughed at each other as the bartender arrived with four more mugs. As he placed them on the table, he chatted with us a little more.
"So what brings you two in this evening?" he asked.
Before Justin could say anything, I replied: "We're visiting, here for work." I smiled and looked at Justin, who couldn't seem to believe our story had jumped into this conversation. Then I looked back at the bartender and said, "I'm Kevin, and this is Rick."
"Kevin, Rick," the bartender said as he dried his right hand on the towel hanging from the waistband of his pants. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Bobby." He extended his hand to me and shook it before doing the same to Justin, who still seemed a little dumbfounded.
As Bobby started putting our empty mugs onto the tray, I noticed him for the first time. He was a bit older than Justin, probably late 20s or early 30s, with reddish-blond or blondish-red hair. It was difficult to tell in the shadowy bar area of the restaurant. He was wearing a dark pair of slacks and a blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows.
"It's nice to meet you too, Bobby," I said as he glanced back at me.
Bobby nodded at me, wiped the table, and picked up the tray. "Happy hour ends soon, so I'll check back on you before it does," he said. "In the meantime, can I get you guys anything from the kitchen?"
"Anything you recommend?" I asked as I looked at Bobby and then back at Justin.
"Sure," he said as he smiled, "the sliders are excellent, so are the chicken sliders, and they're both happy hour specials."
"Sounds good," I said. "Let's get an order of each."
"One sliders and one chicken sliders," he said. "They'll be up in a few minutes, and I'll check on your drinks then."
As Bobby walked away, I looked at Justin who had already drunk half his first mug of beer.
"I cannot fucking believe you did that," he said with a slight smile.
"The sliders?" I asked innocently. "I thought you were hungry."
Justin's smile broadened. "You know what I mean!"
I knew what he was talking about, but I was in a playful mood. "Oh, you mean the Kevin and Rick thing? I don't know; it was just a spontaneous thing. I guess I am in a what-the-fuck mood." I took another sip from my beer before continuing, "So I think it would be kind of fun to be Kevin for awhile, especially if you're Rick."
"I'm up for it, Matt" Justin said, and quickly corrected himself, "I mean, Kevin."
I smiled at him, just as Bobby came back to our table with plates, utensils, and condiments. As he set them on the table, he told us our food would be out in a minute and asked if we wanted another refill before happy hour ended. We both nodded.
"You don't know him, do you?" I asked discreetly.
"No," he said, "he doesn't look familiar, why?"
"I just wanted to make sure," I said, just before Bobby returned with our food. He placed the baskets of sliders on the table before going back to get our beers.
"What do you think Bobby's story is?" I asked while Justin put ketchup on one of the beef sliders.
"Why don't you just ask him?" he replied before biting the slider in half.
"That's too easy," I said. "Let's try to figure him out."
Justin half smirked and half smiled at me. I was unable to read his expression.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"I'm great," Justin said. "I love seeing this side of you, Matt. "
Looking in Justin's eyes melted my soul. I was only aware of him at the moment, so much so that when Bobby came back with the beers, I was startled by the sound of a full mug clanging against an empty one as it was set on the table.
Justin slapped the table and pointed at me. "Ha!" he exclaimed, "You moved, I win!" Then he looked at Bobby and said, "He moved, so I win the staring contest."
Bobby laughed and shook his head while he put the empty glasses on the tray. Then he muttered, "Staring contest," as he began to walk away. Then he stopped briefly, looked over his left shoulder, and said, "You guys know how to have fun!"
Justin and I looked at each other and smiled.
"OK, what do you think Bobby's deal is?" Justin asked.
"Well," I replied, "I don't see a wedding ring, so I assume he's single."
"Or maybe," Justin said before hesitating slightly, "maybe he's divorced and having to work a second job as a bartender to pay alimony or child support."
I was impressed by Justin's ability to start the story.
"What's his first job?" I asked.
Justin thought for a bit as he chewed part of a slider and washed it down with beer. "He seems pretty outgoing, so I'm thinking maybe sales."
"Or maybe it's the opposite," I said. Justin gave me a curious look. "Maybe he doesn't get to work with people in his other job," I continued, "and bartending is a way to interact with people and make some extra money."
"Possibly," Justin said. "Whatever it is, it's not an outdoor job. A ginger like him would be sunburned if he spent much time in the sun."
I nodded. "Maybe he's a teacher and this is his summer break." I took another swallow from one of my mugs before continuing, "He doesn't seem tired enough to have worked another job today, does he?"
Justin and I both looked in Bobby's direction. I was taking this story seriously and wanted to figure him out. I studied him, the way he was looking at his phone, the way he stroked his red beard, the way he occasionally repositioned the pen resting behind his ear. I wasn't able to come up with anything. Maybe it was the beers. Whatever it was, at least we weren't talking about him when he walked toward us.
"It got quiet over here," Bobby said as he approached the table. "What'd you think about the sliders?" he asked.
"Excellent recommendation," I said, even though I had only eaten one of them. Justin nodded his head in agreement.
"Good, good," Bobby said. "Can I get you another beer?"
Before I could answer, Justin said, "Yes!"
I looked at the nearly-full mug in front of me. How many beers had I had? I couldn't figure it out.
"Not me," I said, "I'll take a break."
"Come on Kevin," Justin said with a smile. "We have a busy day tomorrow but we can have fun tonight!"
"Yeah, Kevin," Bobby said, "You're not driving are you?"
"No," I said, easing myself into the mind of Kevin, "we're staying at the Hampton Inn next door."
"Good then," Bobby said, "two more beers coming up."
"So now Rick is encouraging Kevin to get drunk?" I said as I looked at Justin. "Well played, my sexy young protege."
Justin chuckled, and said, "Maybe Rick wants to get Kevin totally shitfaced."
"Kevin should be so lucky," I said as I smiled back at him.
"Well," Justin said as he finished his beer, "maybe his plan is to get Kevin so drunk he passes out before he gets to make his move."
"You devil!" I said, just as I noticed Bobby arriving at the table with the beers. I looked at him and asked him how his day had been.
"Pretty slow," he said. "I went to see my grandmother and got some work done around the house before coming in."
"So you're from around here?" Justin asked.
"No," Bobby said, "I moved here about a year ago when my grandfather died and took care of my grandmother until she had to go into an assisted living facility a couple of months after that."
"I'm sorry about your grandfather," Justin said. "If you don't mind me asking, where was home before that?"
"I don't mind at all," Bobby said as he smiled. "I was living in the DC area after I got my discharge from the Army."
Bobby glanced over and saw the couple at the table looking at him.
"Let me go take care of them," he said, "and I'll be right back."
Justin and I looked at each other.
"I'm looking forward to finding out more about Bobby," I said.
"Me too," Justin said, "but there's something I'm looking forward to even more."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Getting you back to the hotel room and pounding your ass," he said. "So drink up, Kevin."