A Walk Along the Promenade - 14. Scene Six, A Hotel at Breakfast Time on a Summer’s Morning, Part 1

Shaun sat on his bed, his left leg stretched out as far he could manage in front of him, as he slowly swallowed his morning’s pain killers, dressed only in a fresh pair of underpants and a white tee-shirt. Three different pain killers and one tablet to lower his stomach’s acid, to help ease the pain killers’ side effects. He was slowly swallowing them with the aid of another can of diet coke from his tiny fridge, the drink was refreshingly cold as it washed down each tablet, one at a time. This was his morning ritual, taking his morning tablets, in the space between having his morning shower and eating his breakfast, except this morning he wasn’t doing it alone.

Harley was in the room’s tiny bathroom, washing his body under the shower’s hot water and singing to himself. He was singing a Lady Gaga song, Shaun easily recognised the tune, in a surprisingly rich baritone singing voice. Why had he been surprised that Harley had such a good singing voice?

Shaun had showered first, his leg stiff from a night’s sleep, but that was not something unusual. He’d stumbled into the shower, allowing the warm water to ease the stiffness in his leg and wash away the stains of sex from his body. He felt slightly embarrassed about the different fluids and lubricants that had dried to form crusty patches on his skin. He’d walked naked into the bathroom in front of Harley but he hadn’t felt the post-sex embarrassment he’d previously felt when naked like that.

He’d been woken up by an erection pushing into his flank. The feeling had been surprising and also erotic. Harley’s erection, gently pushing at him, had matched his own erection which was pushing down into the bed’s mattress.

“Fancy a fuck?” Harley had whispered towards him.

“Oh fuck yes,” Shaun had replied.

Harley’s fingers had opened him up so quickly that morning, Harley was soon been able to push two fingers inside of Shaun’s anus with almost barely no resistance. Shaun had been surprised and pleased with this. The feelings Harley’s fingers were generating in him were hot and exciting, but it was much more exciting realising how easy it was for Harley to push them inside of him, no tight resistance to stop Harley’s progress. It was only the second time Harley was doing this to him and yet it all felt so much easier and relaxing, the tension of the night before long gone.

Again Harley had entered him from behind. Shaun had lain on his left side, his left leg pushed out in front of himself, his right leg bent up for stability and ease of access, while Harley was lying behind him, Harley’s chest pressed up to his back. Harley’s cock, covered in a fresh condom, had eased its way into Shaun’s anus, with virtually no discomfort, just a very satisfying feeling of being filled up.

They had lasted much longer that morning, their sex a steep walk up a hill rather than the hurried rush down a steep path that it had been the night before. Harley’s thrusts into him had been steady, soon increasing in pace, and with each thrust Shaun had felt that hot and tight pleasure spreading out through his groin and making his body shiver with excitement. Harley’s thrusts had been able to last much longer than the night before, Shaun had found that he still enjoyed having Harley inside of him, the pleasure had still been nerve-tighteningly good, but this time he was able to ride that pleasure and make it last much longer, enjoying the pleasure just being pumped inside of him. He’d been masturbating his cock at the same time, enjoying how hard and tight it felt under his fingers, but this time he hadn’t tried to match his own strokes with those of Harley’s cock inside of him, instead he’d used his own strokes on his cock to ride along with the pleasure inside of him.

Than, with barely any warning, his body tipped over the peak of excitement, it all became too much for him, the excitement in his body reaching a fever pitch that he knew he needed release from. He felt his balls being pulled up into his body and he knew his orgasm was inevitably in the next few moments. His hand rapidly increased the strokes on his cock, pulling his body towards the release of orgasm.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” He called out.

“Me too!” Harley shouted back.

Then Shaun had felt the release of an orgasm pulling up from somewhere deep within his groin, a pressure pushing up from deep inside of him that he felt he couldn’t stop, all he could do was the stroke his cock faster to pull that pressure out of him. The next moment, with a shuddering release, his own orgasm had shot from him, hot shots of semen firing out of his cock and across the hotel bedsheets. He’d felt so taken-over by that orgasm, all he felt he could do was ride the wave of that orgasm, he didn’t feel he could stop it, but neither did he feel he wanted to. It had been another orgasm that seemed to have taken over his whole body, making his very skin tingle with excitement, and he had loved it. Why hadn’t sex been this good before?

Shaun had let his body fall limp against Harley’s tight embrace as, again, Harley’s cock had slipped out of him with moment of disappointment.

It felt a disappointment to wash away the spilled evidence of their sex off his body, in the shower, but the way Harley had chatted, as they had lain there post-coital, this would not be the last time they would be having sex.

With another gulp of cold diet coke, Shaun swallowed his last tablet, as he heard the shower being turned off. He just sat back on the bed and waited. Harley would be coming out of the bathroom soon and again he just wanted to wait for Harley. He didn’t know what was expected for him in this situation. He wanted to spend the whole day with Harley, and Harley had said about them spending time together but that had been postcoital, and people changed their minds. Previously he’s had sex with guys who’d talked about wanting to see him again, to spend more time with him, and yet almost as soon as they had come they couldn’t get away from him quick enough, and for him not to hear from them again. He knew not to take what men said during sex as truthful or even serious.

The bathroom’s door opened and Harley stepped out of it. His hair was even more messy than when he’d stepped in there, it was now spiked up haphazardly, shining with moisture, but looking too unrulily for Harley’s image. His skin shone with a bright pink glow, as if the heat from the shower’s water had passed directly through it into Harley’s skin. He was pulling on one of the white hotel dressing gowns, though it still hung open, Harley’s cock plainly on view. Shaun found his eyes, momentarily, drawn back to the sight of Harley’s cock. It had swollen and filled out with the heat from the shower too, the pink head of his cock was beginning to push its way out of the flower of his thick foreskin. Shaun found it both a beautiful thing to see but also an embarrassing thing because its presence pulled at his own desire. Shaun quickly looked back at Harley’s smiling face.

“You don’t mind if I borrow your robe?” Harley said as he tied the front of the dressing gown closed.

“Of course, no problem,” Shaun replied.

“I hate putting on last night’s clothes the next day. My room’s only two doors down so being in this robe shouldn’t matter,” Harley said as he quickly picked up his clothes off the room’s sofa and floor, were they had been thrown the night before.

“Of course,” Shaun told him.

“Give me five minutes,” Harley said, his arms now filled with his own clothes, “I’ll get dressed and then we can go off to breakfast together.” Harley then lent forward and kissed Shaun quickly on the lips, then in the next moment he was gone from the room, the room’s door banging closed behind him.

Shaun slowly ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the remains of Harley’s kiss. It had just been a quick and friendly kiss, nothing really romantic or sexual to it, but it had been thrilling too. Just a casual kiss but it had meant so much to him. Shaun had smiled to himself.

A moment later he’d pushed himself off the bed and hurriedly finished off dressing. Socks pulled on, followed by a pair of jeans. He pulled on his pale green, linen shirt over his clean tee-shirt. The shirt was one of his favourite ones, he always felt comfortable in it and he felt it suited him. He wanted to show it off for Harley. He finished dressing by pulling on a pair of trainers onto his feet. He found his left foot was slightly swollen, he had to push it into his shoe and pulled the laces tight. His left foot was often swollen in the morning but that morning it being swollen was a sudden tug back to his home life, which he had barely been thinking about since he’d got onto that hotel’s bed with Harley, the night before.

As he was collecting up his wallet, phone and room key, there came a loud knocking at the room’s door. Shaun pulled the door open and found Harley standing on the other side of it. Harley was dressed now, he was wearing a pale grey ribbed tee-shirt and very skinny black jeans, finished off with tan boots. Harley’s choose of clothes had seemed to be designed to show off the curves and ripples of the muscles covering his body, they hugged so closely to his body. The impression wasn’t lost on Shaun’s eyes. Harley had also taken a moment to restyle his hair, it once again had its smooth wave sweeping across the top of his head, from the parting on the left side to blend into the carefully trimmed hair on the right-hand side of his head. Shaun felt a tug of pleasure, Harley was so handsome.

“Ready for breakfast?” Harley asked, still smiling broadly at him

“Yes,” Shaun replied, collecting his walking stick before stepping through the room’s open door.

They walked together along the winding corridor that lead back to that floor’s lift. Harley walked along side him, keeping pace with him, but Shaun could tell that Harley was walking at a deliberately slow pace so that he won’t leave Shaun behind. He wanted to tell Harley just to walk at his normal pace, hurry off to the lift and he’d catch Harley up; but he also enjoyed having Harley walking there, next to him, almost like a couple. He kept quiet and enjoyed the moment.

His walking pace was slow that morning but no more slower that it normally was. His left leg was stiff and his knee had that low aching discomfort to it, as it often did when he had been sitting or lying in the same position for too long, the ache it had every morning. There was no unusual pain or electric shocks in his leg that morning, just its usual slow pace.

When they reached the lift, they only had to wait a few moments before an empty lift arrived, in answer to their call. As they rode down to the ground floor, they chatted about the hotel’s breakfast, though mainly it was Harley critique of the food on offer.

On the ground floor they walked across the busy hotel lobby. It seemed to be full of people departing the hotel, mostly elderly couples and groups of elderly people, all gathered around their luggage or queued up at the hotel’s reception desk. As he and Harley slowly walked their way through the people there, Harley had quietly said to him:

“Looks like another coach party is leaving.”

“Before the next one arrives this afternoon,” Shaun replied.

“Too right.”