One Man Show

Woke up from this dream a couple of weeks ago, and I groggily wrote down as much as I could remember in my notes app before snoozing my alarm. Dreams have been the inspiration for more than a couple of stories here, and I hope you like this one!

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“I’m sorry sir, but there seems to be a problem with your room.”

Dropping my bags onto the floor by the hotel’s front desk, I think my facial expression said everything that needed to be said.

“Well let me see what I can do.”

My flight had been delayed twice due to weather, and I’d walked through the pouring rain to get my rental car from the back of the parking lot at the airport. Twenty minutes later, I was here, wet, and pissed off. My company had organized my room for this business conference, and I was mentally running through a list of people to angrily call about the mix-up. Luckily for them, this hotel attendant saved them.

“Okay, your hotel room was booked for next weekend, but I can change that reservation with no extra charge. The only room we have left is one of our suites, is that okay?”

“Wait, you mean it’s an upgrade?”

“Oh yes.”

“Then of course!”

A few minutes later, a bellhop had miraculously appeared behind me to grab my bags, and he whisked me down one of the hallways to a set of double doors at the end labeled Event Center. Opening them, I was now standing in a large ballroom with a stage at the end of the room.

“I know there was an upgrade, but this seems a bit large.”

Turning around, he put on his best customer service smile as a way to acknowledge my joke.

“No sir, your suite is actually up there.”

Pointing above the stage, there was a set of three windows. Well, I assumed there were three since the one in the middle had a set of curtains on the outside matching the gilt red curtains below it, and the other two were mirrored.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“It’s our suite we save for visiting artists- mostly cover bands. It’s also our suite we save for last minute scheduling screw-ups.”

“Glad for that. As long as it has a shower with hot water, I’ll be fine.”

“Then you’re in luck. There is a concert happening tonight, but don’t worry, the suite is totally soundproofed so you won’t notice. It will sound about as loud as a tv in the next room. There is a speaker that you can turn on though if you want to listen.”

I kept asking questions as we walked towards a small door across the ballroom.

“Thanks for the heads up. Can I see the stage from up there?”

“Yeah, you can see the front of it when the artists get next to the crowd. They usually leave their entourage in the suite to watch since that’s one-way glass up there.”

Scanning my key on the pad next to the door, he opened it for me and ushered me up the single set of stairs up to my suite. There were just two doors in the narrow hallway upstairs, and we entered the first one. Stepping inside, I saw the fanciest room I’d ever seen in an average hotel. There was a small living room set-up with a mini bar on the far wall, and I was about to ask where the bed was until he brought my bags into the bedroom to my right.

“The full bathroom is in here, but there is also a half bath off the main area.” He kept walking past the curtained window over to the other wall. “There is a conference room connected, but don’t worry, that’s part of your suite as well and not for hotel use. If you need to use it for any work for your conference, it is available.”

“Thank you so much!”

“Of course, have a great night sir.”

Heading back into the main sitting room, he let himself out after flipping the sign on my door over to Do Not Disturb.

Two hours later, I woke up on the couch with a line of drool dripping onto the throw pillow wedged beneath my head. I remember sitting down to check my emails, and that was the last thing. Picking my phone up off the floor, I stood up to stretch as I watched some guys on the stage below me set up some gear. They were moving amps, and I stood there for a few more minutes waiting to see if the band would come out. They eventually did for sound checks, and surprisingly, I actually couldn’t hear anything at all.

Heading into the bedroom, I grabbed my toiletry bag and waked into the massive bathroom which had a shower big enough for the entire band downstairs to fit in. That was what I thought of as I got undressed, and once I got under the water, I thought of the bellhop instead. I envisioned him getting undressed much slower than I’d just done, pulling open each button on his shirt before whipping his belt off. It would fall to the floor with a clank as more of his brown skin was revealed to me. I envisioned his muscular frame pressing me against the wall of this shower, and that got another fistful of body wash poured into my hand.

All of the tension of today’s flight fiascos melted away under the hot water, and I just stood here even after everything had been thoroughly scrubbed. The hot water never ended, and since I wasn’t paying the bills, I just kept slowly stroking myself until my fingertips pruned up.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my towel around me and heard the faint hum of the concert starting to begin downstairs. I brushed my teeth and moisturized my face, and then I was back in the bedroom that seemed much darker now than it had earlier. Fumbling for a light switch, I instead pressed whatever button operated the curtains, and the set opened on the inside of the room as well as the set outside.

Light flooded into the room, and I stepped up to the glass to look at the hundred or so people downstairs watching the concert. A few of them looked up to see the curtains coming to a halt, but their attention returned back to the men on stage. A majority of the crowd seemed to be women in their forties or fifties, but some of them brought their husbands along with them. They were standing there in tucked in polo shirts, and a few guys were in sleeveless shirts like they’d just come from the pool on the other side of the building. There were definitely some hot daddies down below, and I hadn’t calmed down from my shower. I would be doing business tomorrow, but tonight was turning into a night of pleasure.

Dropping my towel to the carpeted floor, I brought my hand back down to my cock, pumping it even faster than I had earlier. I knew I wouldn’t last long, not after seeing a few guys look up. I knew they couldn’t see me, but it was hot imagining that they could. As one man kept staring up at me, one of the men with his large biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt, I couldn’t contain myself, and I shot my load across the window. Ropes of cum shot onto the glass and dripped down before I cleaned it off with my towel.

I felt even more exhausted now than I had before my nap, and I wondered if my night of pleasure would end here as I called it an early night. Grabbing my phone again, I scrolled for just a bit longer, before the sounds of yacht rock lulled me to sleep until morning.

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The shower the next morning was much calmer, and I felt way more relaxed after catching up on sleep. Grabbing everything I needed and stepping into my first of many suits this week, I headed out the door and across the empty ballroom to go grab some complimentary breakfast.

The dining room was full of people that looked like they could have been at the concert the night before, and I even saw the guy with the biceps waiting in line at the waffle stand. Heading his way, I grabbed a plate to be next in line, and he turned around to look at me. A grin spread across his face as he saw me.

“Hey, there’s the man himself!”

He talked like my dad did, always acting like he knew everyone he saw.

“The rumors are true.”

That was my usual canned response, but this guy kept going.

“Incredible show last night, man.”

“Wish I was down there seeing it with you. How was the band?”

“The band? They were some dinky cover band that my friend brought me to- I’m talking about your show.”

The paper plate fell out of my hand as I heard what he was saying.

“That was a hot show if I do say so myself- can’t believe you fucking jerked off where we could all see you. I don’t think that many people noticed, but my friend got a video of it. Want to see?”

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Let me know if I should keep this story going... there might be more embarrassment for him to get caught up in this week.