This is a true story from years ago about a friend I have mentioned before. I just need to establish a bit of background.

Ian (not his real name) and I had been friends since the 1st day of school and had grown up together. My first sexual experience was a hand-job from him which eventually led me to a very active gay swinging scene.

Ian and I remained best mates but our bit of fun ended very quickly when he got a girlfriend and, as far as I was aware, settled into heterosexuality.

Flash forward to our early 20's and we were both dating women, but I still secretly went to the local woods to hook up with random blokes.

We were single though when we booked a a lads holiday in America. We had organised it as a road trip through Florida, so only stayed 1-2 nights in most of the motels, apart from 7 nights in Orlando. Ian and I shared a room but that was not a problem as every place we stayed had two double beds.

It had never occurred to either of us that, as two young men sharing a room, we could be mistaken for a couple. It didn't even click at the first hotel when the camp young guy on check-in whispered that he knew some really great bars and clubs if we wanted to party!

Travelling around the first week meant that there was no chance to hook up with anyone, so by the time we got to Orlando I was horny as hell. Checking us in was an older guy in his early 50's, a stocky hairy Latino with a bushy moustache. He wasn’t camp but strongly suggested gay, if you know what I mean. He certainly didn’t mind flirting a little as we went through the process.

He also made a point of showing us to our room even though he had to leave the front desk, and once inside was all but rubbing his hands with glee as he showed us the shower “big enough for a party” and extra wide double beds. My gaydar was on high alert at this development!

Although we had a packed schedule I liked to tan for a couple of hours every day. Ian hated sunbathing though, and at most came out to go the pool for 10mins but usually either stayed in the room or went out to buy supplies. That first morning I was down by the pool early, so had the place to myself. I was laying on my back slightly dozing when I felt someone near and on opening my eyes found it was the guy from the front desk, standing over me with a ice cold glass of some coloured concoction. As he said Hi and knelt down he didn't even try to hide a glance that ran over that my oiled body and the bulge in my very tight black speedos.

"I saw you out here all on your own and thought you might like a drink, a little treat from me" He said with a smile.

I thanked him and we made a little flirty small talk. He was asking about our holiday and where my boyfriend was. I was enjoying being chatted up so didn’t bother to correct him, which I guess confirmed his suspicions and made him a little bolder. As he stood up to go he put a hand on my arm and told me his name was Mateo, and I could always ask for him at the front desk “if I wanted anything…”

As we walked round Disney I could not stop thinking about Mateo, how he would look naked, sweating and aroused, what he would taste like, would he be dominant or submissive? Once back in our room Ian went to fetch ice, so I quickly dialled the front desk. Unfortunately the girl who answered it told me Mateo had just finished his shift. Curses!

Ian was gone for a while but when he got back explained that he had been to the concierge to see if he could get a ticket to a local game. We both had a list of things we wanted to do and for Ian it was to see an American game, whilst I wanted to go to a US movie theatre. I hated watching sports as much as Ian disliked the cinema, so we had agreed that the other would not have to tag along.

The next day was spent at Disney, but afterwards Ian came back from ice collection to tell me the hotel had got him a ticket to a basketball game, but it was that night and he needed to go now and take the car. Immediately I realised that I was going to have the room to myself for a few hours and tried to contain my excitement whilst he quickly showered, dressed and left.

As soon as he was out the door I called the front desk and this time Mateo answered. I was too horny to be subtle, so just told him I had the room to myself and wondered if he wanted to come round so that I could repay him for the drink. To my surprise and disappointment he told me he couldn't make it, as he had plans which he couldn't change. My dick, which I had been rubbing in excited anticipation now withered with disappointment. He apologised but had to go, as his shift had finished, so I hung up and settled in for an evening of snacks and solo pleasure.

The next couple of days we continued to hit the parks during the day but left early, so my sun bathing got pushed to the late afternoon. As this meant I was out there during the hotel's busy period I was not surprised that I didn’t get another visit from Mateo.

That evening I planned to go and see a movie. Obviously it meant that I had take the car but Ian said it was fine as he wanted to try a sports bar just down the road from our hotel so would walk there.

It was only after driving 45mins to the cinema that I got my wallet out to buy a ticket that I found that I didn’t have my credit card, remembering taking it out that morning so that I didn’t have to carry my wallet on the rides. I only had a few dollars in cash and this was before the days of mobile phones and Applepay. I had no choice therefore but to turn around and drive back, cursing my stupidity the entire way.

Arriving at the motel I parked in our usual spot facing the patio doors of our ground floor room. The light was still on so I assumed that Ian had not left. To save walking all round the block to the front door I went to the patio, hoping it was open. As I approached the curtains were drawn but just as I reached for the handle I caught a glimpse inside through a crack, and saw a startling sight.

On Ian’s bed was a naked, hairy, dark skinned guy. He was kneeling facing away from me, mostly blocking the view of another person who was in front of him. I couldn’t see either of their faces but from the rhythmic thrusting of his hips, the flexing of his arse cheeks and the way his hands seemed to be braced on the other person I was in no doubt what they were doing. The bed was bouncing from the hard thrusts as he pounded away and, although there was some music playing, if I listened hard I could just hear some grunting and cries of pleasure from them both.

I was trying to process all this but was still in shock and awe as, only a few moments after first finding them, the pounding speeded up then froze, accompanied by clearly heard shouts of excitement and release as he presumably shot his load.

After a few more gentle thrusts he pulled back and flopped onto the bed. Because of the angle I still could not see his face, but there was no mistaking Ian’s pale features as they came into view, kissing down the others guys belly before proceeding to suck and lick the glistening, still firm cock clean.

I was transfixed at this sight, and my own prick was so rigid with excitement that I badly wanted to pull it out of my jeans there and then. Unfortunately a car came and parked up so I had to return to my car before someone reported me as a peeping tom or a burglar.

I was now in a quandary. I still didn't have my card so could not go watch a movie, and didn't want to disturb Ian for obvious reasons. More importantly though I wanted to know what was going on in there! There were a few people coming and going so it was another 5mins before the coast was clear and I could return to the patio.

Sadly there was nothing to see. The door of the bathroom was open and the light on, so I assumed that they were using that party sized shower. Again I had to leave as more hotel guests walked past, but on returning again found that the two of them were back on the bed, and Ian was laying on his back, his head at the foot of the bed, with eyes closed and mouth in an O of pleasure. The restricted view meant I could not see what was happening at the other end, but I was pretty sure he was receiving a blow job, the lucky sod.

It was getting busier as people started heading out for the night so I had to retreat to the car before being spotted. With nothing better to do I drove away to spend my handful of cash on some takeout, and parked up at the end of the motel car park to eat it whilst keeping our room under observation.

It was half an hour later when I saw the light flood out as the curtains were pulled aside, and figure slipped out as the patio door quickly opened and closed. The figure started to walk towards where I was parked but fortunately I was in shadow, which meant that Mateo never noticed me staring at him open mouthed as he walked over to his car and drove off!

It was still a little too early to go back to the room, so I drove to the local supermarket and wasted some time browsing the shelves. Once, back in the UK, I had been picked up in a store by a gay guy and taken back to his house for an evening of fun and fucking. Sadly though there was no similar happy outcome on this occasion.

Eventually when enough time had passed I headed back to the room where Ian was laying in bed with a beer in hand watching TV. He asked what the film had been like, and I could not resist saying that I had enjoyed it because of some really good action scenes!

Nothing more was said and we watched TV for a bit before turning in for the night. I struggled to get to sleep though, as my mind was in a whirl and my horniness magnified by the knowledge that there was a fuckable guy sleeping feet away from me. At one point I thought I might reach over and wake him up for some fun, but instead I hatched a devious plan to snare him…