"You're probably right."William went over to the railing that overlooked the main entrance of the opera house, and leaned against it with Arlene. Rich...ard smiled, and pulled the girls over to the rail to join them."That was a romantic opera," Arlene said jokingly."Richard chose it," William said mischievously."I liked it," Sandra announced.Arlene smiled. "I did too, but I'd probably not go again anytime soon. Too ... crazy. Too intense. I like happier stories." I guess we won't be seeing you. We headed upstairs and he showed me to his room, before he headed into the bathroom, telling me he’d be two minutes. I sat down on his double bed, looking around his room. There were posters of half naked women, and copies of nuts magazine dotted across the floor. I expected nothing less. His room smelt like him, so... sexy and mysterious. After a few minutes he returned. He was still topless, and had just pulled on a pair of tight skinny’s. He looked so hot I could have died on the spot. He. Since I was alone recovering from a breakup with a girlfriend, I was assigned a roommate in the hotel we stayed.He was a 60 something Red Cross psychologist and I was 25. That evening in the room, I didn't really feel like talking, but he did. He offered me a glass of Johnny Walker Black and soon was paying me really nice compliments on my looks, my physique, and even my voice. I had played around with guys in school, but that went little further than jerking off together. However, I found. There were a couple of guys that were hot. But I had plans, so I wasn't looking to get laid. Musicians were usually pretty good in bed. I liked them because they were here today and gone tomorrow. No strings!!!!!!!! "Good Night!" I yelled as I took off out the door to go and see what my sweet, young fuck had in mind. Things were pretty busy in the cafe and I greeted a few people as I made my way to the kitchen. He was busy so I just stood and watched that gorgeous body of his move.