I was on the phone with Bob. "You're destined for this," he said. It's a great place, in your favorite part of the country, and it's a good group. One thing, though -- they're gay."
"No problem," I said. "If I couldn't work with gays I wouldn't have much business in this city".
I am a sound engineer, and Bob is a big help to my business. He knows the people in a lot of the little bands dwelling in New York City, and when he hears that they have sound problems he refers them to me. A couple weeks ago he recommended me to the "Gang of Four". He said they were pretty good. They had been invited to a fancy new resort in the Catskills and wanted to have the best sound possible.
"That's me," I said.
"That's what I told them," he answered. "Give them a call."
I called, and had a long chat with the group's leader, Frank, who told me that the gig was at the Garret Inn, a big hotel on the escarpment above the Hudson Valley. He told me how to contact the management, which I then did. The manager was very cooperative. I needed to know a lot about where the group would be playing, and he was able to fax me drawings and the architect's specs for the ballroom where we'd be. Thus I had the dimensions, the window locations, the materials used in the wall, ceiling and floor, and the furnishings, and I could start planning the equipment we'd need and its location.
I was relieved to learn that Frank had a SUV that would carry his gang and me and my equipment. I had a big two-wheel trailer especially made for my stuff, which in this case would be two giant speakers and several smaller ones, amplifiers and power supply, microphones, stands and about a mile of electric cable. My Prius was good enough for hauling that stuff around town, but not in the mountains.
They showed up at my place on 10th Avenue Thursday afternoon, and by the time we had packed the trailer and hitched up it was starting to get dark. We found the NYS Thruway and headed north. We made a short stop at a Roy Rogers oasis on the way, and didn't stop again until we met the sign at the end of the Saugerties offramp. At that point Pete, who had the center of the back seat between me and Greg, spoke up. He'd had the center seat too darned long, he said, and asked Greg to switch with him. They did, and now Greg was my neighbor as we started into the mountains.
We'd been driving for over an hour, and it was pitch dark, when I felt Greg put his hand on my leg. I didn't react. I didn't know whether it was a friendly gesture or just a place to rest his arm. When he began slowly stroking my leg I knew it was something more, and I found myself responding -- my prick started to tingle, and grow. When his hand moved to go beteen my legs I separated them to make it easier for him, and he was stroking the inside of my thigh. Now I was really getting a hardon. When his hand moved closer to my crotch he found it -- easily, through my thin pants and boxer shorts -- and sort of cupped his hand around it and continued slowly stroking.
That felt great. I was fully erect now and the fingering was delightful. Having another person work your prick is infinitely better than what you do yourself, with which I had a lot of experience. I had just decided to open up my pants to give him better access, and stuff my handerchief to soak up the come that would probably result, when the driver said, "Here we are!", and we pulled up in front of the Garret Inn. The hand was quickly withdrawn. I got out of the back seat, followed by Greg and the other passengers. Greg and I looked at each other. He seemed a bit tense gazing at my hardon that was just visible, but when I smiled at him he looked relieved and gratified. I thought I could see his pants bulging, too.
Three of us went in to register while the driver and another guy went off to put the trailer in the hotel's secure facility, as arranged in advance. The desk clerk handed us key cards. My room number was 34 and Greg's, I noticed, was 36. The others were 20's. Greg and I climbed the two flights of stairs with our light baggage and found that our rooms were adjacent. An interesting coincidence, I thought. While Greg went on to his I entered mine and looked around. It was nice, with a king-size bed and -- I was stunned -- a door in the wall between this room and the next. I rushed back into the hallway where Greg was going in and said
"Greg, let me see! Yes, look there! Your room and mine have a connecting door!"
"Good heavens," he said. "That's amazing."
"Yes," L said. "How much do you believe in destiny?"
"I could become a believer," he answered, "although my big thing is to take advantage of whatever chance has done for me."
"I wonder if that door really works," I said. "It probably locks from both sides. Here, I'll side open this bolt and check it in my room."
I went there and found a similar arrangement. When I unlatched it a turn of a dooknob opened the door.
"Cool," said Greg standing in his now accessible room. "What are your plans for now?"
"You know," I said, "Frank has arranged a really late dinner for us. I'm going to take a shower and lay on that bed until I have to put some clothes on."
"That's a good plan," he said. "I'll do something like that. See you later."
Afer my shower I lay on the bed reliving Greg's groping me. The thoughts were giving me a hardon. I began stroking my penis, lightly, with nice feelings emerging. I felt like jacking off but restrained myself; I thought there might be something better coming.
There was. I heard the connecting door open and Greg call my name.
I said, "Come in, please," and he did. All he was wearing was pink silk panties, with a big bulge. He stared at my hardon and uttered "Ooh, nice."
"Take off those panties and come here," I told him.
He pushed them to the floor and stepped out. It was a lovely sight. His groin was totally hairless, and a long, smooth, circumsized prick stood straight out.
He came and took a seat on the bed, reached for my prick and wrapped a hand around it. I did the same to him, and for a little while we caressed each other's erections.
Then I said, "Two hands are good, but two mouths would do better."
He asked, "You want sixty-nine?"..
"Yes," I answered. "Turn around."
"Wonderful!" he responded. He reversed himself, and our heads were at one anothers' crotches.
"We're going to be here three nights," he said, "Plenty time to fulfill destiny."
We leaned in. My mouth got filled deliciously with cock while his lips traveled down mine. Head bobbing, we began our lovemaking, starting our joint trip to ecstacy.