Room Three Sixty Six
Keywords: Sixty, Three, Room, Six,
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Justin took a deep breath before stepping out of the door. Amy was out of town for the weekend, so he didn"t have to worry about her coming home and finding him gone. Hoisting the backpack over his shoulder, he slammed the door behind him, walking confidently towards the blue Toyota in the driveway. His keys were out and ready to unlock the door, and he threw the backpack into the passenger seat. Sitting down, he put his hands on the wheel, and took another deep breath.
Most people would say that this was the stupidest thing Justin had done in his whole sensible life. But no one was going to have the chance to voice that opinion since only one other person would ever know. Placing the key in the ignition, Justin turned on the car, music flooding the vehicle as he waited for the car to warm up a bit.
For he last six months, Justin had been waiting for this moment. He would be leaving his house as his ordinary self, but when he came back, he was sure he would be changed forever. Something that he had been fantasizing about for years was about to come true, something not even Amy knew about. Justin was on his way to a hotel downtown to meet a man he had met on a personals board online. The bag in the seat beside him contained clothing that he had purchased over the years behind his wife"s back; lingerie big enough to fit over his muscular frame. Panties, stockings, even a corset he had picked up at a specialty shop. The trips to the stores had been embarrassing, but exciting, as well. The looks the cashiers had given him sent shivers of excitement up and down his spine. They knew his secret; strangers he had never met knew of his secret lifestyle. Behind closed doors, Justin was a cross dresser. Until he had met Craig online, the only people that suspected his fetish had been those cashiers. Now another man knew, and had confessed to sharing the fetish. After speaking for months, the two men were going to meet for the first time.
Shifting the car into reverse, Justin looked over his shoulder and backed out of his driveway. The street was illuminated with yellow light, giving it an eerie and almost supernatural feel. In his chest his heart seemed to be pounding, the thub-thub sound of it drowning out the radio. Justin tried to calm himself, but his excitement was too great. In just a few minutes he would be meeting Craig for the first time.
The hotel was easy enough to find. Since planning the meeting, Justin had driven past the building multiple times, pausing in front of it before speeding away again. This event had been played out in his mind a million times before, just the idea of it springing an erection. Though he had been excited by it, his arousal hadn"t been satisfied by his wife. Amy had noted his unusual amount of masturbation, pointing it out to him and teasing him about it. Justin had been embarrassed and ashamed, and since her comment had only taken care of himself when she wasn"t around. He didn"t want her to suspect anything.
Pulling into a parking space, Justin slipped out of the car. Grabbing his backpack, he took a long, deep breath, filling his lungs with air before exhaling and slamming the car door with a metallic bang. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder again, he walked casually towards the lobby doors.
The girl at the front desk smiled friendlily at him as he walked in. Justin looked ahead nervously, avoiding eye contact with the girl. Did she suspect anything? Did she know? He quickened his step and walked towards the hallway, relieved to be out of the lobby and away from her prying eyes.
Craig had emailed Justin from his laptop an hour ago. He was in room three sixty six, on the third floor. Walking past the elevator, Justin turned in the stairway. Very nervous and scared, he thought that the bit of exercise would make him a little more comfortable when he finally met Craig.
Taking each step slowly, Justin climbed up the stairs. His mind was spinning, his heart beating heavily in his chest. Breaths came in deep gasps, a combination of the climbing and the excitement he felt. Step after step he ascended, coming closer and closer to the doorway he would pass through, shifting his life forever. It seemed as though only moments had passed from the time he had taken the first step to the moment he reached the third floor, the door wide open in front of him. Body shivering with excitement, he passed through the doorway and started down the hall towards Craig"s room.
The golden numbers on the door showed Justin a distorted reflection of himself. Standing up straight, Justin pushed his shaggy blonde hair away from his face, up over his head and prepared his hand to knock. Tapping on the door lightly, he shook with anticipation. Any second now the door would open.
The knob turned, startling Justin. He gasped and struggled not to jump back or run away. He was excited but also frightened by what he would find on the other side of those golden numbers. He had seen pictures of a young man, slightly older than himself, in his mid thirties, with dark hair and dark eyes, but what could a picture really tell you about a person? Craig could be anyone, and Justin was about to be face to face with a stranger.
As if in slow motion, the door opened. Two dark brown eyes met Justin"s blue ones, a smiling face looking straight into his own.
"Justin," Craig said, holding the door open. "Come on in."
Unable to speak, almost as if his voice had been taken away from him, Justin gulped. Nodding, he slipped past Craig and into the dim room. The lamps were on, but the light wasn"t much. He took a few steps into the room and turned around.
Craig slowly slipped the "do not disturb" sign onto the doorknob, shutting the door behind him and clicking the deadbolt into place. Turning around, he smiled at Justin again, his thick lips curling upwards in a teasing way.
"I was afraid you wouldn"t come," Craig said, his deep voice reverberating off the walls. The voice seemed to penetrate Justin"s body, making his very bones shake as he quivered.
Straightening up again, Justin tried to hide the fear he felt. Shaking his head, his shaggy hair falling back in front of his eyes, Justin tried to respond to Craig"s comment but again found his voice had abandoned him. "I"m glad you"re here, anyway," Craig said, walking away from the door and towards Justin. Justin knew that Craig had experienced meetings like this before. They had discussed it in length on the telephone, what things Justin was willing to try and what things Craig hoped they could do. But now that he was here, Justin felt doubt entering his mind.
Craig moved past Justin, keeping the space between them rather wide, and took a seat on the bed. Justin turned, watching Craig"s slim body as he moved. Craig wore black shorts that fell lower than thigh length, and a loose top. Justin couldn"t make out much of his body underneath the loose fitting clothing, but he thought that Craig"s face was attractive enough. Full, thick lips, easily curling into a smile, and almond shaped brown eyes with thick lashes. Swallowing again, Justin thought to himself that Amy would find this man attractive. Craig"s exposed lower legs were covered in dark hair, and his calf muscles stood out well.
"Justin?" Craig said, softly, looking up from the bed to his blonde companion. "Aren"t you going to say anything?"
"Hi," Justin said, his voice cracking. Justin"s cheeks instantly flooded with color, his quivering voice embarrassing him. He looked away from Craig"s laughing face as the other man chuckled.
"It"s understandable that you"re nervous," Craig said, lying down on the bed. He crossed his legs and put his folded arms under his head, propping his face up to watch Justin as Justin began to nervously pace the room. "I don"t expect you to just jump in bed with me, you know."
"I know," Justin said quietly, putting his hand over his face. He wiped the sweat away from his brow and pushed the hair out of his eyes again. His heart was beating so loudly he thought for sure that Craig could hear it. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked back down at the man on the bed. "I"m sorry," he apologized.
Craig laughed again, further embarrassing Justin.
"Hey," Craig said. "There"s nothing to be sorry for. Let"s try to think of some things that could relax you, huh? Do you want a massage?" Craig patted the bed next to him, suggesting that Justin lay down next to him.
"I don"t know," Justin said. "I"m sorry," he apologized again.
"Stop apologizing," Craig chided. "Come on, lay down. Take off your shirt. I brought some oil in case you were tense."
Rolling over, Craig got off the bed, and Justin reluctantly pulled his shirt off of his chest. His tanned skin was exposed to the other man for the first time, tiny golden hairs covering the darkened skin, his tight stomach flexing as his arms pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the side.
Slowly, Justin kicked off his shoes, walking over to the bed in only his socks and pants. He climbed up on it, crawling to the center and lying his body down slowly.
"Good boy," Craig laughed, pulling a bottle of oil from a bag next to the bed. "Now, shut your eyes. This is going to feel good, I promise."
Justin rested his head in his folded arms, struggling to relax his body. The first touch of Craig"s hands on his body almost made him jump in surprise, and he had to laugh at himself as he closed his eyes lightly.
The bed moved as Craig hoisted himself onto it, straddling Justin"s back. Justin"s skin tingled at the feel of the shorts against his bare skin, the rough fabric sending sensations through his body. The feel of Craig"s weight on his body made him feel good, and he couldn"t help sighing into his crossed arms as Craig opened the bottle of oil.
Wet, slick noises filled his ears as Craig rubbed the massage oil into his own palms, warming it before he reached down to knead Justin"s shoulders. Craig"s fingers pressed into the muscles between Justin"s shoulders and neck, rubbing persistently but gently, almost forcing Justin to relax.
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Keywords: Sixty, Three, Room, Six,