Ben lay still on the bed, thinking about what he'd just awoken from. HowcouldIpossiblyhaveadreamaboutamanIdon'tevenknow,muchlesshavesexwithhim? he thought. As he sat up in bed, he felt something different: when his hand felt on the front of his pajama pants, there was a wet spot, which felt a bit sticky to the touch. You'vegottobekiddingme.

Ben was so glad that he was by himself in the room. There's no telling how someone would feel, especially had he brought another woman who wasn't his wife into his room for a "session". Howembarrassingwouldthatbe? Ben looked down at the wet stain, later getting out of bed, removing his clothes and jumping into the shower. He wanked himself a bit, but it didn't take him long to come, especially with the dream fresh on his mind.

Alan's eyes slowly opened; he'd just woken up to his lady friend, Anna, giving him some nice, slow fellatio. He eventually came in her mouth, and she gave great thanks with a smile and a swallow. A smirk grew in the left corner of his mouth, illuminating his handsome face and giving Anna a big ego boost. She'd be greatly disappointed if she were to find out that something or someone else was the reason for the growing smirk.

Anna had already freshened herself up before giving Alan his morning treat, and once finished, she exchanged a few kisses before finally leaving the hotel suite for good. Alan lay in bed thinking about what just happened: during the blow-job, the face of the young man in the elevator popped into his head. He'd closed his eyes and envisioned that same young man on his knees, his lips wrapped around Alan's manhood, and as the tongue flicked at the head, Alan came in both worlds. He was satisfied, yet worried. If he saw that same young man anywhere in the hotel, he didn't want to seem creepy or stalker-ish. This time, he really cared about how this young man saw him and he wanted to make an impression. He'd hoped that he'd be staying at the hotel so he'd have to chance to make that impression. Then he wondered why that was even an issue at all. He was into women, but he then realised that this one man had made a major impression on him. He was so handsome, and had gotten hard the minute he'd seen him. Thank God Anna didn't notice; how offended she would have been.

There was no way Alan was going to get out of that bed without rubbing one out, at least with the Mystery Man in mind. At the very thought of him, Alan had gotten stiff once more, and it wasn't long after Alan grabbed a hold of his member that he'd come vigorously. Getting out of bed and into the shower soon followed, and when he'd gotten dry and dressed, he made plans with himself to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant; all that sex had worn him out and made him hungry.

Ben was dressed and hungry, and, although he could have stayed in bed and ordered room service, he needed fresh air and a cigarette or five. Might as well get out of the small, suffocating hotel suite. Before leaving the room, Ben checked and made sure he had everything he needed: room key, wallet, cigarettes, lighter, backup lighter, genitals in place... yes, he was ready.

Opened the door, walked out of the room, pulled the door closed behind him, turned and walked down the hall; Ben looked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor, only to find the older man from the day before gazing at him and quickly glancing down at the red carpet. Alan realised his staring may offend this young man, and that's the last thing he wanted before buying Ben dinner first.

Ben was a bit... awkward and nervous around the man; he'd had that lustful dream about him just the night before, and he started to feel as if this man knew about it through his stare and wasn't happy about it. Little did Ben know that Alan, although he really didn't know, felt another way about him...

Both men got on the elevator, and silence loomed in the air. Ben looked ahead at the button panel while Alan faced the doors. He couldn't help but sneak a peek at the reflection of Ben in the doors, making out every curve of Ben's face, thinking about what he'd be doing to that lovely face at that very moment.

Ben bit his lip as remnants of the dream came to mind; the memory of it came flooding back the moment he saw Alan, and the dream made sure he'd NEVER forget, as if it were a form or foreshadowing.

That ride in the elevator was THE LONGEST few minutes of their lives.