Another city, another show, another hotel, another bar. Do it again tomorrow.
That's what they do.
Oh, it's not that bad. Really. Jon was peeling the label off his fourth Corona. Richie was drinking a Tecate. David was on his fourth Corona as well. And as they often were, they were bored out of their minds and it was time to go to bed.
Richie looked across the table at Jon, a quick exchange of glances. An almost imperceptible action, a look into the other's eyes. Richie got up, drained his beer, "Good night all," he said and proceeded to the door to the hotel lobby.
"Well, Davey boy, I'm callin' it quits too, I need some sleep," Jon said and he stood and slung his jacket over his shoulder.
"See ya," David said, watching Jon walk out the door. Sleep? Yeah, right. I've seen you two look at each other like that a hundred times before, then you disappear somewhere. Never fails. But this time, I'm gonna find out what the fuck this is all about. He took one last gulp of his beer and left the bar.
He stood in entranceway, looking in the direction he'd seen the two men go, he barely caught sight of Jon as he entered an elevator. David walked briskly over; looking above the closed doors as the floors lit up, going up.
At the sixth floor, it stopped. He waited. He pushed the up button. The car began coming back down, five, four, three, two . . . the doors opened, the car was empty. The sixth floor. Their rooms were on the 35th floor. He entered the car and turned to the bank of buttons. Sixth floor--Pool Area. He pushed the six.
The doors opened on the sixth floor, not a soul in sight. He stepped out and noticed a sign pointing to the right: Pool Area. He cautiously walked down a wide darkened hallway to the double glass doors that led outside. Obviously, to the swimming pool outdoors.
The hallway was dark enough that he could see outside through the glass, a pathway between two banks of tall shrubs. The end of the pool, the deep end--a diving board visible on the opposite side of the pool.
He stood at the door for a moment then opened the door slowly, trying not to make any noise. He stepped outside, keeping close to one side of the concrete sidewalk, near the bushes. He peered around the corner. The light from two lampposts and the lights from within the pool softly illuminating the patio area and water.
There were lounge chairs lined up in straight rows and round tables with their umbrellas folded down. Near the shallow end of the pool, he saw two figures. Richie and Jon. Richie was in the pool, Jon taking off his pants and diving in. Skinny dipping?
David had to stifle a laugh. He could hear them talking, their voices low, he could barely make out what they were saying. "No, not yet," he heard Jon say. Richie said something he didn't catch. He heard Jon laugh softly.
Then Richie moved to the side of the pool, heaved himself out, reached over to one of the chaise lounges and pulled a cushion off of it, placed it near the side of the pool and sat down on it, his back toward David, legs dangling into the water.
Jon moved through the water toward him. David sucked in a breath when he saw Jon place his hands on Richie's knees and push them apart, moving closer, too close.
What was Jon doing? If he didn't know better, he'd swear that Jon was . . . no, that can't be. David inched forward, straining to get a better view. He could see Richie's hands on Jon's head; Jon's head was buried between Richie's legs.
He's . . . David felt a hot rush run through him, shit, Jon is giving Richie head. David felt his cock harden. He had to still his hand from moving to himself. He took a slow deep breath and another half step forward.
There must have been a piece of glass or small piece of metal on the ground, as he slid his foot forward a grating crunch broke the silence. Jon's head flew up and he pushed himself away from Richie. Both their heads turned toward the noise.
David froze, but he was in plain view, his body only half hidden by the corner of the shrubs. Jon drifted backwards, half swimming half floating to the other end of the pool. David could see Jon was smiling.
"Come on in, the water's warm," he called out to David. Richie had bowed his head, obviously not happy about the interruption. David hesitated.
"Come on Davey, it's ok, jump in and join the fun," Jon encouraged. David stepped out and paused. Richie looked over at him.
"If you're gonna get in, hurry up, I need some help here," Richie half groaned.
David could now see that Richie had a rock hard erection he was nursing with his hand. David's cock hardened more, he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and unfastened his pants, toeing off his boots as fast as he could.
When he was nude, he stood at the pool and looked over at Jon. Jon was on the other side, supporting himself by his arms draped over the side of the pool his legs stretched out in front of him. Through the dimly lit water, David could see Jon's erection.
David stepped toward the deep end and dove in headfirst. The water was warm, like bath water. It felt good; he swam over to Jon who was slowly walking through the water toward Richie. He turned toward David as he neared and smiled.
"Damn, you caught us, now we're gonna have to kill ya," he joked. David didn't smile, he just looked at Jon's face, his hair messy, wet from Richie's hands, water dripping off his chest, down under the water, his erect cock bobbing up and down.
Jon reached out and touched David's face, drew nearer and slowly closed in, his lips brushing David's. David felt a shot of lava between his legs as Jon's tongue entered his mouth. Dazed, he reached for Jon, but Jon was already moving toward Richie again.
"Got to finish what I started, Davey, you have to wait your turn," he laughed. David moved to the opposite side of the pool as he watched Jon resume his work on Richie. From his vantagepoint he couldn't see exactly what was happening, but Jon's head dove between Richie's legs and Richie's head fell back, then began to roll around, his eyes closed.
He began groaning as Jon's head moved and finally he bucked into Jon's face, coming hard and fast. Jon drifted back on the water, then turned around toward David, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Now, your turn," he said as he swam over to David.
"Jon, I don't know . . . I've never done this . . . I don't know what to do," he stuttered.
"That's ok, don't do anything, I'll take care of it," Jon reassured him. He pushed David to the concrete steps at the end of the pool, made him take a seat on the top step where the water barely covered the step.
Jon put his hands on David's thighs and supported himself up out of the water, not giving David any time to react, planting his mouth over David's, aggressively working his tongue into David's mouth. David put his hands on Jon's shoulders, kissed him back, let the heat devour his body. Jon slid back down in the water, pushing David's legs apart.
David leaned back and put his elbows on the edge of the pool above the step he was sitting on. He didn't know what he was expecting but when Jon's mouth closed over the head of his cock, he thought he was going to come instantly.
Jon's mouth was firm, strong, his tongue working up and down David's engorged rod; David had never felt anything like it. He let out a strangled sound, his hips began moving, the concrete step rough on his ass.
Jon held his hips under the water, trying to minimize David's movements as he let the hot cock slide deep down his throat, then he pulled it out slowly, back down again, closing his mouth around it, keeping it moving.
David screamed as his orgasm pulsed a shooting stream of come down Jon's throat. He leaned back; his head resting on the edge of the pool now, Jon swam-drifted back again toward Richie.
"Well, that was exciting," Richie said softly as Jon heaved himself out of the water, his erection gleaming in the cool light.
"I thought so," Jon said as they watched David recover, leaning on an elbow, a smile on his face.
"My turn next time?" Richie asked.
"Or not," Jon said as he continued to gaze at David. Richie laughed and stood up, reaching for his clothes.