Stories of a married man. Gonzalo Narvreón
work schedule was organized, according to which every Wednesday there would be a coordination meeting with those involved in the project, so Diego and other participants from other companies would travel from Buenos Aires. They would arrive on the first flight in the morning and return to Buenos Aires on the night’s last flight, with few exceptions.
We would often return to the hotel for lunch and then go to the room to watch a little TV, lying on the beds. My room was located on the ground floor, it had a window overlooking the park, where I could see the swimming pool. It was furnished with two one and a half beds, a desk, and a small round table for eating.
When we entered the room, Diego used to take off his shoes, threw himself on the bed, and lay down, relaxed, taking advantage of every minute he could sleep. This scene made me feel lustful. His wife had already given birth, and the baby was taking away his sleep. For a few weeks, that was the rhythm…
This happened when airports had many radar problems, so you never knew when a flight was leaving or arriving if it was parting and arriving.
It was Wednesday, after a hard day’s work, around 06:00 p.m., we returned to the hotel and stayed in the lobby drinking something fresh. It was the end of February, and it was sweltering.
Diego called Aerolíneas Argentinas to confirm his flight and was informed that it was canceled, so he would return to Buenos Aires the next day on the first flight in the morning.
He cursed for a while because he wanted to return to his family and called his wife to let her know that he would not be traveling. Diego had no choice but to stay in the South. If he took a bus; he would arrive later than if he waited for the next day’s flight because of the distance to Buenos Aires.
Anyway, there would be no accommodation problems, since he would stay with me in the room, and no money either since the Client paid for travel expenses.
The real problem was beginning to be me because libidinous thoughts started to run inside my head… Except for one experience some years ago, I had never shared a room with a colleague before.
“With the heat, it would be nice to go to the pool for a while, but the problem is that I don’t have shorts or clothes to change into,” said Diego.
“Forget it, I’ll lend you some shorts and then give you some clean clothes; next week, you’ll bring them to me, no drama,” I replied.
I traveled every week with many clothes and the ones I didn’t use, I left at the hotel.
“Well, since I have to stay, I’ll take advantage of the hotel services,” said Diego.
I thought, “You have no idea of the services this hotel can offer you…”
“OK, let’s go…” I said.
We went to the room, I gave him bath shorts and flip-flops. I thought he would go to the bathroom to change, but he started to undress, without any kind of prejudice, staying bollock naked in front of me.
He took off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest, no belly, hairy arms, and to my surprise, quite toned biceps.
I had to make a great effort to hide my stares and not be so obvious. Diego remained seated on the edge of the bed, with his chest uncovered. He took off his shoes, got up again, and took off his pants, leaving only his boxers.
Oh God, legs also hairy, very hairy… What a beautiful sight this guy was giving me.
Without being able to control it, I started to have an erection, and I had to think of something else to distract me; I also had to change, and I couldn’t stay in front of him with my erect cock.
He went to the bathroom to pee, and I thought he would change there, but no. He went back to the bed, took off his boxers as if he were alone, exposing his dick and his whole nature.
Clearly, he had benefited from the cast. His dick looked thick and of an above-average length; his nuts accompanied proportionally; much pubic hair, a hairy male, of those that could take my breath away.
He put on his swimming shorts… I tried to play the fool, but I couldn’t resist tempting to look up and down at him. As he pulled up his short, he looked at me and said:
“It fit me well…”
“Great, great”! I replied.
“You look great, you are handsome, you turn me on, and now what am I going to do,” I thought.
I stayed still naked, my semi-erected dick, and I didn’t want him to see me, so I turned my back on him. I took a pair of T-shirts from the drawer, threw one at him, and we went straight to the pool.
It was usual that the swimming pool was not very crowded and that afternoon was no exception. We took off our flip-flops, left bath towels and cell phones on the deck chairs, and jumped into the pool.
It was refreshing to contact freshwater; personally, it was particularly useful for cooling my dick, which was not yet down and was still half-erected.
We stayed at the shallow end of a pool, enjoying the water and talking. Diego asked me how I had adapted to the pace of traveling every week and being away from the family; I told him how I had been living the experience. On the one hand, I missed the family, but I had gotten used to the hotel amenities; the staff was friendly, and knowing that I was alone, they were always willing to share a conversation. I felt comfortable staying there.
Surprisingly, Diego commented:
“I can imagine how you must spend your weekends with your wife, considering the ban from Monday to Friday… Unless the Hotel Manager helps you…” (alluding to the toilet episode).
“Don’t be a jerk…” I said, laughing and answering his question; I added: “The truth is that Friday and Saturday I have a great hard fuck with my wife; I get sexual discharge to stay calm for the rest of the week…”
“I imagine… lucky you… With the quarantine issue, I not even that… on top of that, I need to sleep because the baby won’t let us sleep a wink,” said Diego.
“Well, tonight, you get the urge… to sleep peacefully, I mean…” I said, smiling sarcastically.
Diego understood my snarky comment correctly; he looked at me and fell about laughing… We crossed some conversations with a couple of guys from Buenos Aires who were also working there and, like us, were enjoying the pool. As night fell, we got out of the water and went into the room…
Diego said:
“You take a shower first, but let me take off my shorts, so I don’t get everything wet.”
He was left naked, put on a white robe, and threw himself on his back on the bed. That image turned me on, seeing his legs and hairy chest, relaxed, knowing that he hadn’t fucked for who knows how long… He rested his head on the pillow, closed his eyes, relaxed, and with the sound of the television in the background, he quickly fell asleep.
I went to the bathroom, got into the shower, and gave myself an awesome milkshake because I knew that, if I wouldn’t, I would be with a hard cock all night long…
I got out of the bathroom, sat up on the bed, and saw that Diego was still fast asleep. I had the urge to touch him with my hand, to intertwine my fingers with his hair, but I knew I couldn’t have a risk like this because we were co-workers and if he refused, it would create a very uncomfortable and complicated situation for both of us.
I rested on my bed for a while until I was startled by the phone, causing Diego to wake up. It was a call from the front desk, asking me if my partner would be sleeping in my room, as the rate was changing. The hotel staff was always aware of the flight situation. I responded, yes, we would share the room.
Diego, stretching out and still with his eyes closed, said:
“I fell into a deep sleep and even dreamt.”
“I realized that…” and provoking him, I added:
“Tell