Room Serviced (Part 6)

?Just landed. Omw now??ETA???11??Meet me at the bar.?The bar?Carson?s Uber pulled away from the airport as he broke into a sweat. And not just from the Florida heat.This is crazy, he thought, the same thought he?d been having for the last 48 hours. He didn?t know anything about this man, except for how his cum tasted. Yet here he was, hours from home and crawling*back for more.The Uber arrived at the Four Seasons, and Carson?s jaw dropped. It was gorgeous, enormous. The Bravard was no dump, but in New York City it wasn?t much of an attraction, just a stay. This was luxury beyond anything he?d seen before.Carson wandered into the hotel, feeling uneasy as he passed throngs of wealthy patrons in his cargo shorts and flip-flops. He made his way into the lounge.There at the bar, sitting with his back to him*on a stool, was the unmistakable torso of Mr. Armisen. A perfectly tailored grey suit hugged his Sarıyer escort bayan shoulders, the fabric at the seat of his pants swallowed by his crack.Carson took a deep breath and slid into the seat beside him.?Hey there,? Carson said, as casually as he could muster.?So you made it,? Armisen said, setting down his drink, his voice as rough and deep as Carson remembered. Carson?s penis twitched in his pants. ?How was your flight??He looked over and smiled, his Ray-bans catching Carson?s nervous reflection.?It was fine,? Carson shrugged. ?No complaints.?The bartender wandered over. ?What can I get you??Carson?s heartbeat suddenly raced, as if the man could tell just by looking that Carson had sucked Mr. Armisen?s dick once and impulsively followed him across the country with nothing but flip-flops and a carry-on.?He?ll have a vodka and tonic,? Mr. Armisen said. Silivri escort ?Put it on my tab.?The bartender nodded and left.?Thanks,? said Carson breathlessly.?No problem,? said Armisen, taking a sip of his liquor. ?You?re my guest, after all.?Something about the way he brought the glass to his lips made Carson wish Mr. Armisen would throw the drink in his face. Stinging cold and wet--?So? what?s the plan?? Carson asked. It couldn?t have come out more awkwardly.Armisen actually snorted. ?The plan??The bartender returned with Carson?s drink.?Yeah,? he said, taking a sip and feeling a little indignant.?Well, first thing?s first,? Mr. Armisen said. ?Let me show you the room.?Carson?s heart swelled in his chest.?C?mon,? said the giant, rising from his stool.Carson?s tongue went numb. ?But I haven?t finished my drink--?Armisen gave him a look. ?It?s a five-star hotel, Escort Topkapı Carson. You can take it with you.?Carson followed*the giant into the lobby, scurrying to keep up with his confident stride. Suddenly, an older black man in a business suit stepped into their way.?David!? he exclaimed. ?You here for the convention???Of course,? said Mr. Armisen, shaking the businessman?s hand. He turned to Carson. ?This is one of my firm?s partners, Frank White.??And who?s this?? said Mr. White, smiling at Carson.Carson?s heart skipped a beat, his mind drawing a blank.?Didn?t I tell you?? said Mr. Armisen, wrapping an arm snugly around Carson?s shoulder. ?My son goes to FIU.?His son??You don?t say?? Mr. White nodded, completely unphased.?Yeah, he?s staying with me for the weekend.?Carson almost laughed out loud. He couldn?t decide if this ruse was weird, stupid...or a little hot.?That?s great,? Mr. White said. Suddenly, an alert bleeped from his phone. He looked down. ?Oh, meeting?s soon. I better get running.??I?ll be right there,? said Mr. Armisen. ?Just gotta show my boy the room.?Mr. Armisen tussled Carson?s hair and squeezed the back of his neck.Oh, no, Carson decided. It was definitely hot.