The Married Rat - 14. Chapter 14

16

From Ruiz

Things are shifting in my thinking.

Becoming more direct.

To keep certain comfort levels high, please consider meeting me in Iowa City Friday night. I’ll take a hotel room.

We’ll be messaging or texting prior. Once you park, I’ll give you the room number.

When you enter, I’ll be on the bed with my back against the headboard.

So you’ll know what to expect, I’ll be wearing:
Glasses.
The black button down shirt you’ve seen.
A gray henley underneath.
Black tear-away sweatpants with snaps.
Black ankle socks.
My black Converse sneakers with the zippers.
The torn briefs.

We may continue texting in the room to maintain silence. Or speak in whispers.

If there’s something you want to hear me say, you can command it via text. I’ll say anything you want to hear.

Please take my clothes off at a very slow pace. I can’t remember the last time I let something like this happen. So the longer it, takes the higher my comfort level.

And the more intense my arousal.

If you’d rather maintain distance, text me what to remove or undo.

The henley can be torn and used to restrain my wrists or ankles.

Please use your hands on my entire body without restriction.

Please use your mouth on me without restriction.

Please keep my hardon covered for as long as possible.

Please note anything I’ve previously revealed regarding areas of my body and behaviors like the uses of my precome that arouse me.

Please tell me anything you’d like to watch and I’ll do it for as long as you desire.

There is no backstory or narrative.

While in the hotel room, I’ll completely submit to your will.

I trust you.

17

From Alan

My first instinct is to say, “What are you nuts? I know the other night on the phone was hot, but haven’t you been listening to anything I’ve said about my family, my privacy, and my restrictions?”

And my second instinct is to think, “Whoa! What kind of messages have I been sending? I did after all jerk you off over the phone – happily walked you right through that. Then I went down the basement, took a shower for a hour at one in the morning, and came at least twice. And I would have been laughing and howling and giggling the place down if I’d been alone in the house. So no wonder you think you have the right to have me meet you whenever and wherever you want.

I’m really sorry I led you on. I’m really sorry I led myself on. I can’t meet you in a hotel. I’m not single and twenty-six. I’m sorry.

18

From Ruiz

That’s not good enough. You have been leading me on, and I know you’re sometimes an asshole about that. And I may be the kid you sometimes call me, and I’m sure you think of me that way. And I may be inexperienced and totally screwed up when it comes to having sex with guys or sex with anyone and about knowing what I want and ignoring what’s good for me. But at least I’m willing to put my body out there naked for you and let you do to it what you’d like.

And I’m not asking you to live with me or love me or even like me. And I told you I’m not looking for a hookup. But you’re the most interesting man I’ve ever met, and the most inventive, and I think about having sex with you all the time. Or at least much too much. And I think about you having sex with me, and using me in any way, and that just makes me want you more.

And I know you want me or you wouldn’t have come twice in that shower thinking about me. And remembering what you’d just done to me, or thinking about what you could do to me - on the phone, in the park, in a parking lot, or in a hotel room. It doesn’t matter.

And I’m not asking the impossible. It’s just a couple of hours in a place that’s not near your home, on an early Friday evening as you once mentioned, and you can make easy excuses and still be home by 8:00, helping your daughters with their homework or watching TV with your wife. No one will ever know the difference.

I can even make it late Friday afternoon - after you finish school - and you can be home for dinner. And I can meet you in a hotel or motel in Cedar Rapids or someplace nearer than Iowa City if that makes it easier. Just pick a place and I’ll get a room. You don’t even have to pay me for half, and your name will never appear on the check-in.

I don’t know what more I can say. I’m precoming more than I probably ever have in my life, and it’s soaked through my briefs and my jeans, and I’ve got to go change.

19

From Alan

I don’t see any honorable way out of this except my saying, “Yes. Sure thing. See you Friday. Sounds great,” but even then we’d have to work out some logistics. And, yeah, I know what a bullshit word “logistics” sounds like, especially in this situation. But I can’t just disappear for a couple of hours uncovered.

The Coralville Marriott would be better than any place in Iowa City. The best place would still be your apartment or house, but you may have roommates, or still live with your parents, or even be married though I very much doubt that. It would be too funny. In any case, I’ve met guys at the Marriott, and it’s an easy in and out, and I know where to park, and how to slip in the service entrance, and how to walk up the side stairs. Also, there’s a conference center attached to the hotel, so if I do run into anyone I know – which is very unlikely since I never have over all these years – I could offer a half-logical excuse. As long as no one wonders why I’m attending a conference on something like farm subsidies.

And yeah, late afternoon would be better, but not this Friday because there’s a football game that evening that I need to be at but maybe next week. Tuesday or Thursday might work – I’d have to check my calendar. Or even this Saturday morning, early. You could take a hotel room Friday night and act out your fantasy then leave the door unlocked in the morning with the drapes tightly closed if you still need that dark. I’d slip in around 7:00 or 7:30 and stay for a couple of hours.

I know that’s a compromise, and I don’t know what that does to your fantasies. And I’m sure you know that half of me is doing this because I don’t like being – or being thought of as – an asshole, which makes this all ego. And when the other half of the reason is all dick, it does make me seem like an incredible jerk.