Chapter 3
I wasn't sure how long I was allowed to stay in the suite, but I decided to take full advantage of the private shower. Once the haze began to clear, the idea of what had happened really began to sink in.
It was him. Really him.
He'd used me like a hole in the ground. Like I meant nothing at all. And I didn't even mind.
The shower was a stand-up stall with white tiled walls and a glass enclosure. It was already steamy and wet when I stepped inside. He'd taken a shower before our encounter.
When I was sucking his cock, I could smell the fresh fragrance of soap on his skin. I appreciated a clean man. It meant he took pride in his hygiene. But truth be told, I would have sucked his cock even if it were caked in day-old sweat and dried piss.
Reaching for the bar of soap that sat on the ledge, I noticed it had a black hair embedded in it. The single curl must have washed off his body while he was lathering up. I collected the hair, examining it.
Should I keep it?
No.
I dismissed the idea as soon as it went through my head. What a crazy thing that would be to collect a celebrity's hair. But I was tempted.
Rubbing the bar all across my skin felt like a religious experience, knowing it was the same soap that had cleansed him. I started with my chest, rubbing it liberally around my hard pecs. My nipples grew hard as the hot water rained across them.
Then I worked my way down my abdomen, twirled a soapy finger inside my belly button, and settled into the nest of hair above my stiff, neglected cock.
I lathered up the entire area, soaping over my swollen balls. They were so sensitive, I trembled. Then I wrapped my fist tight around the bubbly base on my shaft and stroked upward. As I pleasured myself, I closed my eyes and imagined his cock was still inside me.
Using my free hand, I tickled the sore ring of my hole and dug in with my slippery middle digit. As the pad of my fingertip made contact with my prostate, the fantasy started to feel more realistic. My finger was his cock, probing deep inside me.
It didn't take long to make it to the brink. My prostate gland hardened against the push of my finger while an orgasm boiled through the core of my body. I looked down to watch as the first thick, white rope of cum exploded from the slit of my cock and blasted onto the glass door of the shower.
Goosebumps covered my flesh. A shudder rolled through me while I shot several more powerful bursts of semen. Then I milked the last drops from my spent cock. The aftermath was splattered all over the pristine glass.
As I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath, I suddenly realized I wasn't alone.
An older man stood in the doorway watching nonchalantly.
I covered myself by reflex, embarrassed by my graphic performance for a stranger standing only a foot away from me. "What are you doing in here?" I asked.
"Sorry to disturb you, sir," he said. The cleaning cart next to him explained why he was there. "I thought the suite had been vacated."
I haphazardly rinsed the soap off my body, trying to get clean so I could get out of there as fast as possible. But all I could focus on was the large white splotch that was melting down the panel of glass. I formed my hands into a scoop and tried to use them to direct water onto the door.
The janitor shook his head. "Don't worry about that, sir. Happens all the time. I'll clean it up."
"Oh, uh, okay." I finished rinsing away the soap from my skin and turned off the water. He offered me a towel from the stack on his cart.
I thanked him and wiped myself down hastily, then darted past him into the room to collect my shorts.
"Have a nice evening," he said as I made my way out of the suite.
"Thanks, you too." My cheeks were flushing red. I knew that I hadn't done anything wrong but that inherent shame still nagged at me. I breezed into the locker room to find Vinnie and Howard waiting on a bench. Their eyes lit up when they spotted me.
"Have you guys been waiting here the whole time?" I asked.
"Well, we were waiting down the hall from your room at first," Vinnie explained, "but that stuffy little bodyguard, or whatever he was, summoned the manager to come over and threaten to ban us."
"Walter said he'd ban you?"
We all knew Walter and he knew us. He was a friendly guy, pretty even-tempered, and I couldn't imagine him kicking us out.
