#1 in HOMOEROTIC, BOYxBOY, MANxMAN, and a dozen other related tags | Sexy one-shots and romantic short stories. From love at first sight to love through the years, these tales cover hunky dudes in love, lust, and passion in every aspect. From Ernie...
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Part 4: THE NIGHT
The Royal York is one of Canada's famous grand hotels. There's a bunch of them located along the Canadian railroad lines, or close to them, all across the country, just like a big hotel connect-the-dots game. The lavish establishment, opened in 1929, is located across Front Street from Union Station in the very heart of downtown, about a five minute walk from the SkyDome and the CN Tower.
The stately Art Deco hotel is huge, having over one thousand rooms and suites. It has its own library and hospital and a special Royal Suite. Queen Elizabeth stayed there four times when visiting Canada. Other members of the royal family use the suite, of course. And it's a favorite hang for rock stars. The portraits of Queen Elizabeth and her husband, Prince Philip, in the grand multi-storey lobby reminded me how good-looking they were in their youth. Mountbatten himself, especially, personified the handsome man-about-town of his times and would have definitely been male model material had he not fallen in love with and married a princess.
Like the portraits, Logan and I were catching a multitude of glances as we crossed to the elevators. No longer holding onto each other, we did look rather out-of-place in the elegant atmosphere among the mostly well-dressed crowd. Two men such as us in tight jeans with bulging crotches and showing off our muscles in snug tees, especially my see-through one, were definitely eye-magnets for the dignified tourists visiting from all over the world.
I was pretty sure Logan was getting more attention than me, and he was blushing so prettily because of it that I was getting more and more turned on. If the bulge in my pants got any bigger, I figured for sure I'd get thrown out before we were able to get upstairs. When we finally did get in his room and he flicked the light switch on, I couldn't control myself any longer. I grabbed him by the shoulders and nailed him to the wall with a shove, pressing myself against him.
"Ohmygod dude," I breathed into his mouth. "You are fucking killing me. I feel like an overexcited twelve-year-old. I wanna hold you ... and hold you ... and never fuckin' let you go."
I kissed him and squeezed against all his beefy rock hardness, my hands sliding down his arms to clutch his hands in mine. Our chests and dicks were crushed together, and we were generating enough heat for a tsunami. I was so freaking turned on – wave after wave of zinging, zitzing sensations were streaking throughout me in every which way possible, thrilling me. Maybe it was the power jolt from the Big Banks and the manitookaazo. Maybe it was Logan himself because he was so fucking sensational. Maybe I was just totally out of my mind with infatuation, lust, and desire. But I swear I'd never been so turned on by a dude before ... ever.
"I want to stay with you forever," I hissed after pulling my lips from his. "You've met me at my worst and I know you think I'm crazy, but I've been so fucking needing to meet you all my life. I ... I ..."
