Everything Happens For A Reason Ch. 2
Keywords: Happens, Everything, Ch., A, 2, For, Reason,
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"This is a sequel to, "Everything happens for a reason.""
The sun was shining right in my eyes when I awoke. Ooh, my head...I had WAY too much wine last night. "This was getting to be a habit,'" I thought again for the hundredth time. I focused on the source of the light, and it was the partially closed hotel curtains. Damn those things. No matter which hotel I stay at I can never get them all the way shut! As I gradually got used to the light I started to remember the night before. My routine seldom varied. First, check in and spruce up. Second, hit the hotel happy hour. Third, go get some dinner and have some more wine. Fourth, back to the hotel room and hook up the laptop and chat with "hot guys" on-line. Finally, surf for a hot adult movie and hope that I find one that promises lots of hard cocks, because most of them don't. As I lay there reflecting, I wondered how I had gotten into this rut. I had a modicum of success in my career. I had a stable (if not passionate) sex life, and no kids in the house to complicate things. My wife was still attractive and had her own success. So why did I always feel like something was missing?
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of my fingers as I wrapped them around my reliable morning erection. My erections usually did not last long in the mornings but they were always rock-hard. I propped my head up on two pillows and watched my hands at work. One glance at the clock is all it took to cause my erection to subside. I headed for the bathroom to prepare for the day. "At least I can still get it up," I conjectured. I turned on the bathroom light and gazed at myself in the mirror. The man looking back at me was not half bad, I decided. 6' tall, 180 lbs, with thick dark brown hair graying at the temples. My skin was not too wrinkled, despite my efforts at staying slightly tanned. I needed a shave, but I still looked younger than my age. I looked into my eyes. My wife used to call them "bedroom eyes," and I thought she meant I looked sleepy. I later came to understood that expression very well when I saw it in another man so very long ago. "Where is he now?", I asked myself out loud. If only there were an answer.
Showering, I thought about the coming day and the meetings I would be attending and the presentations and debate that would follow. "Oh man, fuck that," I thought as I sat down in the hotel tub and sat under the spray. It is always so relaxing to sit under the shower instead of standing. It is like being a kid in the rain, and no one knows. I leaned back against the back of the tub with my legs bent and I relaxed. I maneuvered my body so that the spray was coming down on my cock. I stroked it with my right hand while my left hand's soaped-up middle finger worked its way inside of me. It was a challenge but sometimes I could find my prostate and press against it. That sensation was highly sexual, but in an entirely different way than when my cock was stimulated. As my fingers stayed busy my mind wandered back to the time when I finally understood the expression, "bedroom eyes." God, the memories of Taylor and me in the spa that day haunted me more than any ghost ever could. As I looked up at the spray coming down on me it was like being hypnotized. I allowed myself to return back to that fateful day in the spa....
"Taylor kissed me hard and begged me to let him suck me. I allowed him to push me up on the ledge and I laid down upon the deck. He had to crawl out of the spa to reach my eager cock. Taylor blew me like it was his life's quest. I was never in my life this horny and I knew I would not last long watching him suck me. I lifted by legs so that my feet were flat on the deck and I felt totally uninhibited in allowing him to see all of me. His tongue lowered down and flicked against my hole and I could not believe how good that felt. He never took his hands off my cock as he licked me, the whole time moaning lightly. When his mouth was back on my cock I felt him cup my balls. It was for naught because they soon raised up and his palm was empty as the first spurts of my hot cum left my balls and shot out of my cock and into my buddy's hot mouth. It was like he was eating me alive and could not get enough of me. He moaned while he sucked me, giving me the most pleasure and the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. I reached down and caressed his chin as he came up off of my spent cock. When he raised up, he looked deep into my eyes, breathing heavily. Seeing him there, vulnerable, with my cum glazing his lips and chin, I knew that I loved this man like I had loved no woman... "
The memory was sweet. With tears rolling down my cheek, my aching cock released its pent-up load. I closed my eyes tight against the thought of what could have been. After a couple of minutes, the sound of the spray brought me back to reality. "What a fool I am for obsessing about Taylor," I said out-loud to no one but myself. We had exchanged a few e-mails over the years. The last one was like a skewer through my heart. It was about four years ago and his words are imprinted in mind forever. It was clearly the last one that we would share:
""Trent, it has been so long and so much has happened. Please know that I want everything good in this world to happen to you and that I will never ever forget you. I mean that buddy, but my life is on an even keel. My oldest two are married and the twins are in college. Things may not be perfect, but we are finding our way as best we can. We are planning a romantic cruise this fall to re-kindle the spark. Wish me luck and *promise* me that you will always take care of yourself Trent. Good-bye,Taylor""
I must have kept that e-mail for a month. I kept reading it over and over and in a moment of strength and with a sense of honor I finally made that promise to him. I responded back, "I promise, Taylor." Now several years later, here I am lying in a hotel bathtub obsessing about it yet again. If only Taylor knew how often I think of him. He found a way to move on and I have not. It wasn't healthy and I knew it. It was time to live up to the promise I had resolved to make to him to take care of myself. I had a client that was expecting to be "wowed" today, so I stood up and rinsed off the remnants of my release. It was time to get on with my day, and my life.
The meetings were over and the client was happy, so I headed back to the hotel. I prepared for the same evening routine but I feel like a lemming headed for the cliff. I turned on the pc and headed for the chats logging in as, "Imissit." Twenty minutes later I am chatting with a guy in a hotel in New York City. Just when I think we hit a groove he says he wants me to, "Fuck him up the ass" and then, "lick it clean." I shake my head back and forth and looked for others to chat with. The next one wanted me to, "Suck his big black cock in front of his wife." He gets deleted also. I go into a bi-curious married chat room next and as usual, nobody is chatting. "Why do I do this?, I ask myself. I got up to pop some popcorn, turned on the tv and sat down for awhile occasionally glancing at the lap-top. After about fifteen minutes I noticed that someone had sent me an instant message. His screen name was, "Itsbeen2long." The message said, "So you are searching for the right guy also?" Here we go again, I think. I typed, "Yes, aren't we all." The server response was, "Itsbeen2long is no longer logged on." I had to smile at how typical it was for us guys to reach out to total strangers and then give up so quickly. I started to log off and saw that I had mail. I opened the mail and "Itsbeen2long" had e-mailed me a short note. It said, "Hey Imissit, I like your profile. You sound like a decent guy and there aren't too many of us on-line. E-mail me if you wanna chat." I wrote a quick note telling him that would be great, but only if he were "real."
A day later I was back home. No big welcome because I travel frequently. My wife has a thriving consulting business that she runs from home. She has a handful of clients that are out of state so she never knows when she will be called out of town. This was one of those times. She left me a note, "Honey, I will be in St. Louis for an extra couple of days. Please water the plants on the patio." I loved my wife a lot, but I have to admit that I craved time alone so I wasn't too bummed that she was away. I went out to get the mail and dumped it on the table. The usual junk mail and magazines...but what's this? I picked up a magazine that was wrapped in brown paper. I noticed the address label...it belonged to the same address as mine but on the next street. It was obviously porn and someone was expecting it but what do I do, ring their doorbell and say, "Here, this is yours?" Smiling, I tore into the package. Sweet Jesus, it was a gay mag. I had to chuckle to myself as I realized how humiliated someone would be if they knew I had intercepted this. Page after page had naked guys doing any number of things with each other. I wasn't into the leather thing, but I sure got hot seeing all the naked guys worshiping each other's hard cocks. One pic was in a gym with naked guys lifting weights. I made a sandwich, watched the news and headed for an early bedtime, stolen magazine in tow. Let's see, which of these guys do I suck off and then dream about tonight? I got the tissues ready and quickly got as hard as the guys in the magazine. I remember laying the magazine down on my chest to rest for "just a minute."
I was tossing and turning in my sleep. Three guys were standing over me, cumming all over me as I am on my back on a weight bench. One guy is spotting me as I lift weights, and I look up his shorts and see his cock and balls. He says, "pull my shorts down," so I do. His cock then starts pops out and starts spurting also and it kept cumming like a guyser all over my hair, face and neck. I awoke with a start, slicked with sweat from head to toe and breathing hard.
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Keywords: Happens, Everything, Ch., A, 2, For, Reason,