After the older lady from the registration desk had shown me up to the second-floor "male dormitory" room (really, two side-by-side rooms) in the hostel, walking with me up the creaky wooden stairs in the 1880s mansion just a few blocks from the Capitol in DC, I looked around to find that I was in a bright, sun-filled room on the south side of the building. Even though it was early October and already late evening (around 7:00), the sun was warm and people were jogging outside in shorts and t-shirts.
I chose a lower-level bunk in the outermost room so I could look up at the night sky later. No one else was in either room, so I put my stuff away in the nearby closet and went to park my car and get some bottled water.
When I walked back, the street lights were already on, although the sun's light hadn't quite faded from the western edge of the sky. The male dormitory room was full of that dark golden-orange glow that only happens around sunset.
Right after I came back, the other guys staying there came in, individually or in small groups. An Irish guy in his late 20s, two guys from Thailand in their early 20s, and two from China in their early 30s. One, in his 50s, from the United States. (He and I were the oldest ones there.)
And then this tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, slim-hipped European man came through the door carrying a dark brown leather duffel that almost exactly matched his flight jacket. He said hello and shook hands all around (that smile! that military haircut! those green eyes!), said his name was Axel Gustavson, and then shrugged out of his jacket, pullover, jeans, and shoes and stood there ready to get into bed at 8:30 p.m. in a skin-tight pair of white boxer briefs and his socks.
Wow! This guy looked like Michael Phelps, but with an ass -- and a big thick bulge in front that was about the size of one of those kielbasas you get these days at the state fair. It had showed up well even through his European-style jeans.
He talked a little more with me and a couple of other guys -- he said he was sleepy from the long plane trip from Sweden, he was here for a military electronics conference in a hotel in downtown DC, and he was a guy who "liked to do sport" :wink: -- before he curled up in the lower bunk bed across from mine, lying on his side with just the sheet over his massively muscled chest and shoulders, his tight abs and big crotch bulge showing.
He was only four feet away! I found my hands trembling (a sure sign of arousal, for me) and grabbed up my blanket and balled it up in front of my crotch so he wouldn't see my instant hardon.
He was asleep in moments. He even slept like an angel -- no snoring, no nasty drooling, nothing that normal guys do. And even when he rolled over, he didn't throw things everywhere. Instead, in his sleep he let the thin sheet drop from his shoulders as he rolled onto his back, his thick cock bulging even more in his white boxer briefs. In fact, he was getting hard.
The other guys were getting ready to go to sleep -- brushing their teeth and so forth -- and they were straight, so they weren't staring at this guy with the same intensity that I was. I just lay there on my side looking at him, sprawled out on his bed, while the thin sheet went lower and lower, the bulge in his briefs got larger and larger, and the night sky got darker and darker.
After about an hour, my cock relented enough for me to go and brush my teeth as well. (Well, he'd also turned on his other side so all I could see was his rather fine ass.) Already, many of the guys were asleep, and most of the lights were off in the room. One or two were quietly talking, and the older American was reading.
I came back and stripped down to my briefs and turned off my bunk's light. In a few minutes, the others had turned off their lights as well. And then the show began.
(to be continued)