Performance Art
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Blake knew that his job would involve "some travel" as HR had informed him when he took the job, but "Some travel had become "no life" and Blake seemed to be gone all the time. The joy of a home-cooked meal, his own bed, and a night out with friends evaded him every time he thought he would be home to enjoy them. To say the least, it had become a burden. He would look for other work, but he was making too much, and he had to admit that five-star hotels and first class flights almost made up for what he was missing.
Things began to change when he checked into the Cleveland Marriott.
Back home, his wife had found other guys to keep her company, and he found that she often left their son home alone. He didn't blame her, of course, but it did anger him that she left Trent home alone, and had been since he was 9,
When he checked into his hotel in Cleveland, Blake threw open the sheers as he always did to check out his surroundings. He had stayed at this hotel before, but always on the other side of the building.
Across from his hotel was another tall hotel, its windows reflecting the sun and all of them with the sheers drawn. Brent was distracted when he saw movement right across from him. Another poor guy was opening the drapes and looking around. Caught looking at each other the two exchanged guilt waves, but the man in the other room added a gesture to ask Brent to wait for a minute.
Brent nodded to signify that he would and waited until the other man brought his companion to the window, too. The couple immediately began to kiss and remove each other's clothes. Startled, Brent immediately got a hard on watching the erotic display across the way. He wondered how far they would go before they closed their drapes and finished their lovemaking.
As they became more and more involved, it was obvious that they did not care who saw them make love.
Brent's underused cock sprang to attention just watching them; this was better than porn any day. Brent pulled out his cock and began jerking, hoping not to ejaculate too soon.
The man across the way saw the hard cock and active wrist and gave the thumbs up sign to Brent's masturbation. He and his partner continued, staying as close to the window as possible as they fell into passionate and animated buttfucking. The more they fucked, the fasted Blake stroked his cock. They were still at it when Blake's cock shot thick streams of sperm onto the window. Spurt after spurt flew through the air and splattered onto the glass. Hump after hump continues across the way.
Finally, Blake's cock started to soften, dripping rather than spurting while across the way it way clear that the man was cumming into the ass of his companion as both collapsed onto the floor.
Blake recovered slowly and did not notice the curtains across the way being drawn. He didn't bother to draw and used one of them to clean up his cock.
After a brief nap, Blake headed downstair to cocktails and dinner with a customer he had invited to dinner earlier. When the man he had seen fucking in the other hotel entered, he was too involved with his customer to approach the stranger no matter how much he wanted to.
There were many issues for Blake to discuss with his client taking him past ten o'clock to finish.
He returned to his room hoping for a second performance but saw no light across the way. He waited awhile, scanning other rooms hoping to see something similar.
Finally, the heavy meal and alcohol caught up with him and he fell into bed.
When he awoke the next day, he checked across the way hoping to have a repeat performance but encountering only closed drapes. He jerked off anyway.
Blake had to stay in town two more days, but never again saw anything like what he had seen that first night.
On his flight home for an unexpected four-day stay, Blake never stopped thinking about what he had seen. He came to the conclusion that what the couple had done was legal, offended no one who didn't want to see the sex, and may even give other business travelers a lot of entertainment. He wondered if there were other cum stained windows in his hotel as he recalled his own cum slowly crawling down the glass in his room.
Blake was not surprised not to be picked up at the airport, so he took a taxi home.
He arrived to the perfunctory greeting from his wife, the delicious smell of the home-cooked roast she was fixing, and the loud music and closed door to his son's room.
Blake dropped his luggage in is room and knocked on Trent's door, entering rapidly.
On the bed, Trent moved up and down on the cock of another teenager. He remained unaware of his father standing in the doorway.
"Oh, that's it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass, Get really in there. Fill me up. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
At last Trent slumped over and opened his eyes, His shocked father stood there, mouth agape and pants tenting.
Trent scrambled off the guy whose cock was still dripping sperm.
All the excited father could say was, "Nice show," as he turned away and closed the door.
"I'm gonna take a shower before dinner," he called to his wife.
"Ten minutes," she replied, "or you'll eat it cold."
Blake had only one thought when he stopped into the shower, "I have to getoff, My own son and that other guy. Holy fucking Christ."
Blake moved his hand rapidly over his cock lubricating with soap as all guys do and quickly shot his wad.
He walked into dinner just as his wife set the roast on the table. Trent introduced his friend while giving a knowing look to his father. The friend, at least five years older than his fuck buddy Trent, gave Blake a self-satisfied smirk as if daring him to say anything.
Throughout out dinner, Blake could not keep his eyes off his son and the guy who fucked him.
The brat who fucked Trent asked, "See anything interesting on your travels?"
Blake knew what was going on and took the bait. "Ya. Quite a bit, as a matter of fact. Lots of wonderful entertainment in Clevland and even a little after I landed."
His wife glanced quizzically at him but only said, "Please pass the potatoes."
"I have never seen anything like what I saw in Cleveland. I wish I got entertainment like that more often."
The visitor wondered what Blake was talking about but couldn't think of a bratty way to ask. Call he could think of was, "In Cleveland? Do they have a new zoo or something?"
Blake made love to his wife every night he was home. On the last night, he suggested, "You know, Trent is old enough to come along with me. There is plenty for him to do when I'm with clients, and he is old enough to even join me sometimes. What would you think if I took him with me to San Fransisco for my next trip?"
His wife leapt at the idea. "That sounds great, he's always wanted to go." And I've always wanted to use my own bed with a couple of guys. What an opportunity!
The next morning at breakfast, Blake barley had the question out of his mouth when Trent started packing. By noon, father and son were on their way to San Francisco.
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