Riding up to the 16^th floor in the lift they were both strangely silent, just the two of them, the only sound was the whoosh of air as they ascended, and the quiet, but awful, lift music.

At room 1626, Tom inserted the computerized key card, the door opened, and when the key card was transferred to the socket on the wall, just inside the door, all the lights and TV came on.

Greg was amazed. He had not seen a bedroom as big as this before. He walked across to the ceiling-to-floor picture windows. The curtains were both pulled right back, so he gazed out over the lights of Sydney. In the background was the famous Sydney harbor bridge, fully illuminated with thousands of floodlights.

“Wow!” he said, which appeared to be his favorite word.

If he even noticed that there was only one bed, he certainly said nothing of it. Tom was a bit embarrassed so he lied, “This was the only room they had left, so you sleep on the right-hand side, with me on the left, OK?”

Then he added, “Or me on the right and you on the left when in the bed?”

“No problem,” said Greg without any trace of embarrassment.

“I feel safer staying with you, anyway.” He added.

“Do you want another drink?” asked Tom, delaying the awkward moment of undressing.

Greg smiled, “No more for me, if I drink another glass the room will start spinning.”

“Then let’s crash. Put your clothes over that chair and I will use this one.” Tom said as he pointed to the chairs in front of the big window. He started to remove his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, turning away from Greg so as to give him some privacy in case he was embarrassed. He should not have worried as when he was down to his jocks and turned round, Greg was just wearing his skimpy blue briefs and diving onto the top of the bed like a small child playing games.    

They climbed into bed, each on his allotted side, and Tom switched off the lights at the side table. The only lights now were those of the city of Sydney, a blend of fixed lights and blinking neons, through the glass window. They had not drawn the curtains as an early start on Sunday was necessary.

Tom was very conscious of Greg’s body close to him, their hips almost touching. His mind went back to his teenage days. That was the last time he had ever shared a bed with another male. He and his mates often finished up in the same bed in those days, after a few drinks. He also remembers what they normally ended up doing, After mock wrestles, and bouts of mutual tickling, when their bodies touched each other repeatedly, it always finished with them playing with each other’s erections which had always eventuated early in the struggles. As they say ‘boys will be boys’! These nights always finished with some sexual activity, but just a case of physical release, helping each other out, it was never as a result of any sexual attraction for each other. What he was feeling now was different, and scary.   

Tom rolled onto his side, facing Greg, and placed his hand lightly on Greg’s flat stomach, “Have you had a good night? He whispered.

“The best night of my life, you are the best friend anyone could ever have. I cannot believe how lucky I have been in meeting up with you. Thank you forever!”

Greg seemed not to notice Tom’s hand on his stomach so Tom lifted his hand and let his fingers beat a rhythm over Greg’s stomach and chest, whispering, “Spiders in the night.”

“Is that massage?” Greg asked. His voice was slightly hoarse and crackling, breaking up. Signs Tom recognized as symptoms of testosterone flooding. Tom was now on remote control, his brain losing all power over his body.

Tom moved his hand down to Greg’s right-hand thigh, squeezed it, and gently massaged the muscle. “This is massage, you slowly manipulate the muscle.” He said as he slowly moved his hand up Greg’s thigh until his fingers were grazing the groin. “When you have a massage, this is as far as the therapist is supposed to go.” But then he let his hand slightly probe the edge of Greg’s groin, the back of his hand rubbing lightly against the large ball of flesh packaged inside Greg’s briefs. Then moving his hand back to Greg’s stomach and kneading that he said,” and the pubic line is the limit here, as he carefully ran his fingers back and forth across the hair fringe. When I was in Bali and when the therapist massaged along here, they always whispered, “Do you want sensation?”

“Which was a bloody stupid question for them to ask you. As you are sprawled there naked and they can see that your rod is standing to attention. Just waiting for some sensation, any sensation!”

Tom had felt the stiffening and twitching of Greg’s body as he ran his hand over it, both of them waiting to see what happens next? Tom stretched across and ran his fingers down over Greg’s left hip and as he did so felt an unmistakable ridge in those blue briefs, he paused briefly then pressed down slightly only to feel the thing jump and Greg’s body twitch again, a slight murmur escaping from his lips.

He did not hesitate, drawing his hand back directly so that his fingers brushed it, then squeezed it.

He was thinking of daring to pull his briefs down when Greg did it himself, not just down but kicking them completely off. He cradled Greg’s well-sized manhood as Greg squirmed on the bed, then risking all he scrambled over and knelt between Greg’s legs lowering his mouth to encompass it. There were no screams from Greg, just whimpers, so he began the journey, as slow and deep as he could remember, the way he liked it to be done to him, until that magic moment when the explosion came.

His mind wandered, thinking that women could never do this right. But then as they did not know what it actually felt like that was not so surprising. All Tom knew was that he was doing it just for Greg, expecting nothing in return. He was well aware of the sensations he was causing him to experience and wondered if Greg had ever done this before. If so, how many times and with whom?

When it was all over, he turned to his side of the bed and he once again laid his hand on Greg’s stomach and whispered. “Now have a big sleep, sweet dreams!”

Within what seemed like seconds Tom could hear Greg’s breathing going deep and long. He wondered what his reaction would be in the morning waking up with a man in the same bed, and remembering what had happened during the night. Tom’s heart was still beating at double speed before he too slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

Sometime during the night Tom awoke with a start and remembered where he was and who he was with and what they had done. He could feel the heat of Greg’s body as they lay side by side, hips touching slightly. It was probably a body touch that woke him. No deep breaths were coming from the body beside him, so he guessed Greg was also awake and wondered for a minute whether he should stretch his hand across. He did and was surprised to feel his bare body, Greg had not even bothered to replace his briefs having slept completely nude.

Before Tom could move Greg rolled towards him, and placed his hand, firmly, over the solid lump in Tom’s jocks. Shocked was an understatement, but he hardly resisted as no other person’s hand had touched it for years. It did not stop there as Greg said. “Now it is your turn!”

After a few squeezes, he reefed down Tom’s jocks, almost roughly, and then climbed across and knelt in front of Tom, just as Tom had done earlier for him.

Tom could not believe it when he felt the hot wet mouth descend. This had not been done to him for so many years he had forgotten just how wonderful it was.

This time they fell asleep again but facing each other, legs entwined, arms loosely draped over each other’s body.

At 6:00 the light in the room woke them up.

“Into the shower, my friend, and I will take you for a French breakfast before we go back to open the shop,” Tom said, throwing back the covers and absorbing the sight of a magnificent young body, slim and taut, slightly browned everywhere except the small white area usually covered by his Speedo swimming trunks. At the center of this space, a statue stood to attention. Tom resisted the urge to grab it, and jokingly pushed Greg out of the bed. Laughing, Greg stood up and walked unashamedly in his nudity, to the bathroom, where the shower taps began to spray.

“Are you coming?” called a voice through the open bathroom door.

“Are you finished?” Tom asked as he entered the bathroom.

“No, come in,” Greg said as he held the shower door open. “Or are you too shy?” Greg joked.   

Without a moment’s hesitation, Tom slid into the shower booth and closed the door. Handfuls of soap liquid from the wall dispenser were immediately lathered over each other, including their rigid appendages. Both soon were finished, totally exhausted and they just stood there in a hugging embrace with the warm water cascading down over their heads and bodies.

“You are an incredible boy,” Tom said.

“And you are a wonderful man,” Greg answered, this time with a serious expression as if scared the dream would end and he would wake up.

Greg was a half-head shorter than Tom. Tom lent forward and kissed Greg lightly on the forehead.

To be continued...