When I was 19 I got a job working for an insurance company. However before I was allowed to officially start my role I had to complete a training course which would take me to Manchester for a week. At the time I found this exciting as I hadn't really done anything like this before. I was going to spending a week, miles away from my parents in a big city. The company gave me an allowance so I could buy a train ticket and had booked a hotel for me to stay at. I had recently passed my driving test and had bought my very first car so I really wanted to drive the 3 hours and treat it like a little mini adventure. Not entirely sure what I was going to do with myself all week I decided to take some creature comforts from home, such as my laptop and even a games console. I just needed something to help pass the time when I had finished for the day.

I arrived at what at least seemed to be a nice hotel. The room itself was pretty big, had a large king size bed and large bathroom. Downstairs there was a dining hall, a bar and even a spa. What surprised me was how quiet the place was considering how nice it was and what city it was in. Most of the guest I saw were middle age to very old. In fact the only young person I saw was a tall, slim guy who worked on the bar and as a waiter for the nearby dining hall. He introduced himself as Michael when I went down for food on the first night and straightaway we hit it off. We both seem to have the same dry sense of humour and I think he was grateful for someone of his own age to talk to, I certainly felt more at ease after I met him.

Over the week we got to know each other more and he would ask what I was doing here and seemed genuinely interested in me. I had an issue with my room on the first night as the heating was on full blast. I said it was like a sauna in there and he asked which room number, when I gave it him he laughed and said that room was notorious for being warm. When I got back later that evening it has been sorted for me. I thanked him the following day at dinner and he was pleased he could help. I found out that he was 18 years old and lived locally. He lived with his grandparents as there was some issue with his folks and had recently dropped out of Uni. Whilst he decided what he was going to do next he was working at this hotel to earn his keep.

Towards the end of the week I was sat at the bar one night keeping him company before he finished at 10 when I said I had bought a new game that had come out that week. He looked confused and asked would I play it when I got home, it was then I explained that I had brought a games console up with me to help pass the time. Michael laughed and said that was cool. I then said if you fancied a game or two you're more than welcome to hang out when you've finished your shift. He said that would be fun but then whispered that staff weren't really allowed to do that, even if they were not on shift. I looked around and jokingly said "well, I won't tell if you won't" to which he laughed again and agreed.

Michael knocked on my door later that night, I opened it and he was wearing his normal clothes, he looked around nervously and I ushered him in, closing the door behind him. "You weren't followed?" I joked, to which he laughed again. I opened up the mini bar and asked if he fancied a drink (my treat for being so good to me this week). He said sure why not and we started drinking whilst I fired up the console. We chatted and took it in turns to play as I only brought the one controller. It was a really chilled evening and I felt I could talk to Michael about anything.

I'm not sure really how it happened exactly but I found myself looking into his eyes. We were sat on the floor, waiting for a level to load, chatting about some nonsense when Michael all of a sudden leant forward and kissed me on the lips. At first it took me completely by surprise but quickly I found myself responding to his move and soon we were kissing hard and fast on the hotel floor. I had never kissed a guy before but it felt so natural and I felt so stupid as we did this because the signs about Michael were all there from the beginning. Looking back on it now it was obvious he was gay and he must have thought I was too after I innocently invited him back to my room.

We lay on the floor, continuing to kiss whilst I ran my hand down his thigh. Michael on the other hand was much more forward and had already reached forward and started to rub my crotch. As I felt him touch me I could feel my cock start to harden in anticipation and I became incredibly turned on, so much so that I found my own hand reaching to feel him. He was already hard as my fingers rubbed at his trouser fabric.

I then felt his hand move up under my t shirt and begin to rub my chest. It felt so erotic as I let him rub me and playfully pinch my nipples. I asked if he fancied going onto the bed, to which he nodded and we awkwardly stood up and stumbled backwards, all the time our lips kissing as we tasted each other. He was pulling down at my trousers now, and then my pants, releasing my rock hard cock from them. He then quickly began giving my head and I just lay there looking up at the ceiling, enjoying him as I reached down and ran my hand through his hair, encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing. He commented that I tasted good before returning and sucking hard on my shaft. I came hard and quickly, the situation being a bit too much for me, after all I was young and had never done this with a guy before. What struck me as I felt myself shoot my load into his mouth, was how much I was really into this. I never considered myself gay or bi before, but right now, in this moment I was totally turned on.

Michael made his was back up to me and kissed me hard and slow on the lips again. I could taste myself on his lips which sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. This was so hot I thought and straightaway I found myself groping at his trousers. We stripped completely and I held him tightly against me, our warm bodies rubbing gently together as we both reached down and squeezed one another's bum cheeks. We spoke for a while whilst I held his erect cock in my hand. I gently and slowly wanked him as I listened to him tell me how fit I was and how he liked me from the start. I was flattered and found my own cock hardening again. I then asked if it was ok if I sucked him to which he nodded. I then returned the favour and started to go to work on his cock whilst he looked down on me.

He tasted good, real good. His cock was a little smaller than mine, but it was the perfect size to suck. He smelt sweet too which surprised me, perhaps he had freshened when he got changed earlier. I must have been doing a good job because I could hear him moaning and gasping loudly. I asked if he was close and he told me not to stop, so I didn't and soon felt a warm sensation hit the back of my throat. He came very hard and I made sure to swallow every drop. It was such a turn on having this guy seed being shot into me, I couldn't believe what I was doing but I think at that moment I became hooked on cock.

I returned to the head of the bed and held him once more against me. We kissed again and this time it was he who tasted himself on my lips. Our cocks rubbed against each other and I felt his hand on mine again. We talked some more before he said that he needed to go. I asked if he wanted to stop over, it was pretty late after all. He said that his grandparents would ask to many questions if he wasn't back soon. I nodded and said I would see him for dinner tomorrow night. Michael laughed and said he was looking forward to it. I watched him change, he then quietly opened the door slightly, took a couple of glances and left. I lay there on the bed still, the memories fresh and floating around my mind. I saw my hard on and began to stroke myself off to the thought of Michael.... fuck I thought, this was getting serious now.