For what seemed like the 200th consecutive night, Jon drank a bourbon on the rocks. Munched on pretzels. At the bar of a hotel. In the company of several of his closest friends. It was sometime in the wee hours of the morning. No one else in the bar but them. The only difference tonight was the city he was in. The only difference any night.
Ok, so it wasn't the 200th night, but it felt like it. Richie looked at him across the bar, caught Jon's eye for a moment. They looked at each other long enough to communicate--a secret language so to speak. Richie stood and excused himself, walked out the door towards the lobby of the hotel.
He ducked into the men's restroom between the bar and a restaurant. Deserted. He waited. The door opened. Richie ducked behind it. Jon walked in. Richie let the door close and flicked the deadbolt. At the sound, Jon swung around.
"We're alone." More of a statement, since Richie locked the door to keep them from being interrupted.
"Yep."
Jon went to the urinal and relieved himself.
He zipped and turned, Richie was leaning against the wall length counter of lavatories.
"So, you ever done it in the hotel lobby men's restroom?"
"Nope. You?"
"Not yet."
"So, if the opportunity ever presented itself, would ya?"
"Yeah, I think I would."
They looked at each other in silence for a minute.
"I didn't bring anything."
"I did." Richie pulled a tube of lube from the inside pocket of his suede jacket.
A wide smile broke across Jon's face. He laughed. He could feel the tingling in his groin begin to inch up into his belly.
"A little planning? Is that what we did? Ok Mr. Boy Scout, I dare you to fuck me in this restroom."
Even though they both had beautiful, loving wives and families, they had done everything known under the sun in their years in this business and sometimes they just needed the extra adrenaline rush of doing something most would consider forbidden or dangerous.
Richie and Jon didn�t get to play this game often, but when they did, it was, well, the best sex they ever had.
Richie stepped up to Jon and grasped his right wrist with his left hand pulled him close and turned him around at the same time. He wrapped his arms around him and breathed into Jon's ear: "Don't dare me if you can't deliver."
A hot shiver went down Jon's spine as Richie's tongue darted out and tasted his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut as his hands went to open his pants. Richie slid his hands down inside, rubbing Jon's engorged cock.
Jon reached behind himself and unfastened Richies' pants, releasing the hot pulsing rod, feeling the heat of it against his back. Jon leaned his head back on Richie's shoulder, his breathing quickened. Richie slipped his hands between himself and Jon, searching for the tightness there.
Jon pushed his pants down far enough to allow Richie freer access. Richie took a step, put his hands on Jon's shoulders, did an about face, then pulled him back in. Now they were facing the mirror, Jon exposed, Richie's hand back on Jon's iron hard cock, massaging it. The sight of themselves in the mirror made both men groan with pleasure.
"Fuck, Rich, I can't last much longer," Jon gasped as he watched Richie pump him.
Richie stopped long enough to slick up his fingers and his cock, then probed Jon's ass, inserting one, then two fingers, getting him ready.
"I'm ready, I'm ready now," Jon hissed.
Richie positioned himself and slowly entered, he slid in easily. Jon gasped and jerked his head back.
"Is it ok?" Richie asked, pausing, feeling the hot tightness engulf him.
Jon nodded, eyes closed, head back on Richie's shoulder. Richie began a slow grind. The sight of himself in the mirror, fucking Jon, sent a rocket through Richie.
He reached around and grasped Jon's cock again, keeping his strokes in time with his pumping hips, Jon rocking his as well. Jon's hands roamed his own body, up his shirt, then down, on top of Richie's hands, helping him make himself come.
Jon arched his back as his come shot between Richie's fingers, into his own, Richie exploding, come deep inside Jon, their orgasms shooting through them simultaneously. They leaned back against the wall, breathing hard, had broken a sweat.
They stood there for a few minutes supporting each other as their breathing slowed. Jon stood up and walked forward to the lavatory, a smile growing on his face as he washed his hands.
"See if you can top that one next time." Richie said as he washed his hands.
"I don't know, Rich, that was pretty good."
"Well, use your imagination."
"You know I always do."
They unlocked the door, opened it a crack to see if the coast was clear, then went back to the bar to finish their drinks.