CHAPTER THIRTY Benedict

D espite inquiring with the desk person, as well as making calls around town to find availability, the room Charlie had booked was our only option if we wanted to stay overnight in Missoula. The room had one queen bed.

"It's because of the rodeo," Charlie explained. "Folks from the entire state, even Idaho, show up for the biggest rodeo in Montana."

"I'm just not used to sharing a room with a stranger," I said.

"I'm not a stranger, doc. I mean, you've seen me naked." Charlie pointed to a small loveseat. "But if it helps you feel better, I'll curl up there," he said. "I promise I'll behave. As hard as that will be with you in the room, I'll show restraint."

Turning around to see where the bathroom was, I wondered if I should actually do this or suggest we drive back to Plentywood. I glanced at my watch. The Seiko read a quarter to eight in the evening. The sun still beamed through the one window facing the parking lot, but it was late in the day, and Plentywood was more than nine hours east. I noticed a small notepad by an old rotary phone on a desk. Holiday Inn was the name of the hotel written at the top of the pad. I'd never stayed in a hotel this budget before.

"This room has kind of a cheap feeling," I stated. "Look at that phone."

"Says the man wearing a Seiko watch."

I instinctually grabbed my wrist and hid my cheap watch. "I have Rolex as well," I defended. I walked to the window and moved a thin curtain to the side, gazing outside. "Is it safe here? I'm not sure it's safe," I said, having decided that fields of hay across the road looked suspicious. "I saw semi-trucks parked on the side."

I turned to face Charlie, and he'd lifted the bottom edge of his button-down, revealing a handgun tucked between his flesh and his jeans. "You're safe with me, doc."

"Oh my God!" I practically screamed, backing up until I landed on the edge of the bed. "You have a gun."

He gestured to his duffle bag. "I have two guns," he corrected. "You know, in case the rapist wrestles one away from me."

My eyes narrowed in defeat. "You're teasing me," I said, staring at not only a handgun but a set of ripped abs I'd forgotten he possessed. Even though I'd seen Charlie completely naked during his physical, I'd avoided truly checking him out then. He was the patient. I was the doctor.

"You like what you see?" he asked, raising his eyebrows several times and winking. I quickly looked away. Of course, I liked his abs. Not to mention his obliques that could quite possibly cut diamonds.

"We're not going there, Charlie. Your grandmother works with me. That would be creepy."

"Don't hold that against me, doc," he said. "I'm doing my best to protect you over here. Plus, I totally want to date you, if I'm being completely honest.

I waved him off and looked away, nervous because of his blunt honesty. Maybe we should drive home tonight, I thought to myself . "You do not want to date me," I challenged. "We couldn't do that, anyway."

"Says who?"

"You're my patient," I argued again. "Unprofessional and against medical standards."

He laughed out loud and pulled the chair from under the desk, straddling it backward and facing me. "Literally everyone is your patient in town," he defended. "What? You're never going to date one of us?"

He apparently hadn't heard I was leaving in less than a year. I assumed since his buddy Hunter knew, and because I'd told his grandmother, Agnes, that I was out in a year, that he would've heard by then.

"I'm not that interested in dating," I said, playing things safe. "Being new to town, starting a new practice, as well as being far too busy already, it'd be impossible. Probably not wise to get serious about anyone when I will not have time to devote to any one person."

"So, fuck buddies, then?"

"Wha…?" I gasped, blushing and getting flustered by him yet again. "No. Certainly not."

Charlie stared at me, making me nervous as he studied me. "I didn't have you pegged as so uptight, doc. Being from New York City and all," he said. "Surely you've used Grindr or other hook-up apps. Or cruised the bathhouses."

Frowning, as well as refusing to dignify his remarks about Grindr, I stood and tried walking past him and to the window. I felt uncomfortable with his blunt style of speaking. Charlie reached out and grabbed my hand, turning me to face him. I stared down at him in the chair while he searched my eyes. He was stunning to look at, as well as cocky as fuck. A deadly combination that I knew was my weakness.

"What? You don't like me?" he asked. "Maybe you don't find me handsome, or even irresistible? I can be anything you like, doc. Anything!"

I yanked my hand away. "Then why not try being yourself?"

He stood and came within inches of me. "This is me," he said.

My breath hitched the moment I smelled his scent. Tom Ford, and something manly, invaded my nasal passages, sending signals directly to my cock. He was on the dirty or nasty side. Maybe both. He was wiry and masculine without being overly macho.

"Don't," I said, resisting when his hand moved to my chest. I grabbed his wrist again to hold him back, but not before smelling his sweet breath.

Being this close to him made it impossible to not be impressed with his facial structure. Charlie had won the DNA lottery for chiseled faces. High cheekbones. A nose almost too big, but perfectly formed and masculine. Spectacular blue eyes and that chin cleft of deliciousness were almost unbearable to see up this close.

He moved his hand toward my neck and lingered before stroking the bottom of an ear. My knees felt weak. "Like I said, doc. I'm willing to be whomever you desire," he spoke seductively, weakening my defenses. "You wanna fuck me, then fuck me. You want my cock deep in your sweet man-pussy, then I'll fuck you."

Rocco , my mind screamed. Rocco used terms like man-pussy and boy-pussy. Rocco was a fantastic lover who knew how to pull every single one of my strings. He'd been a puppet-master, and I missed being putty in his strong hands.

Fuck! I was horny. I wanted this freak show of a showoff to fuck me wild and hard.

"Those words are gross," I said, batting his hand away. "And what would make you think I'd just jump into bed with you?"

His hand moved against the front of my jeans. "This," he uttered, gravelly lust in his voice. He outlined my cock with his hand while I glared at him. "Do you get hard when you don't want to fuck?" he asked.

I held his wrist away for me. "One more word," I warned. "Or one single move like this again, and I'm driving home. Without you!"

"Okay," he said, stepping away and looking like a dog whose owner just kicked him. "I read the situation wrong," he added. "I do stupid shit like this and then I hate myself."

He hadn't actually read the situation wrong. He was right. I was in a hotel room with him. I'd agreed to stay with only one bed in the room, and I did have an erection. What not to read that indicated maybe I was available for his moves.

"I'm exhausted," I stated, moving to the other side of the bed.

"I'm showering before bed," he stated.

I slipped out of my shoes and socks, laid my jeans on a chair, and laid down on top of the covers. "I'll shower after you."

"Or…?" he began. My eyes narrowed while I raised my hand to him. "Okay," he acquiesced. "No more shenanigans."

"Shenanigans?" I quipped. "Shall I hook up the wagon team for the stagecoach ride home, Pa?"

He flipped me off. And just like that, the tension left the room. Or so I thought. "I'm showering," he repeated.

He stepped out of his loafers and then unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind him. His bare chest and washboard abs exposed the lean man he was. He stared at me as he undid his belt and then the clasp on his jeans, once again letting an item of clothing fall to the floor.

"Bathroom is over there," I murmured, doing my best not to stare at the bulge in his CK briefs. If he wasn't semi-hard, he was hung, huge. If he was semi-hard, he was still hung, huge.

He lifted one foot at a time and removed his socks, rolling them up and tossing them near his duffle bag like the jock he was. His eyes locked with mine, daring me to watch his next move. I remained fixated on his dance of luring me in. He hitched a thumb inside the waistband of his Calvin's and slid them down an inch or so.

He wouldn't remove them in front of me, would he? I unconsciously licked my lower lip, flexing my own cock under my briefs. Yep! Hard as a rock. He bent over and yanked his briefs down to his ankles, stood upright, and then stepped out of them, his cock bouncing in front of him.

Thick, was my first thought. Long was my second. Tasty was my third. He had an enormous cut cock with a massive plum head. I swallowed hard at the vision in front of me. Resisting would be very difficult. I was acutely aware that all I had to do was to give any indication I was on board with his striptease, and he'd be on me in a flash. I wanted to, so very badly.

Noticing that I was not avoiding eye contact or his growing erection, he held it with one hand while he cupped his smooth balls with the other. "It's big, ain't it?" he whispered, widening his stance so his dick hung in full view between his thigh gap.

I said nothing. Charlie dragged his hands over his taught stomach and across his chest, placing them behind his head. His naked body was lithe, with each sinewy muscle on full display. As a doctor, I mentally checked off the names of some muscles that were my personal favorites. We locked eyes, but I stayed still. I couldn't do this with him. I had to resist.

"Nothing?" he asked, flopping his arms to his side.

I shook my head from side to side. "Nothing," I lied.

"Fuck it then!" he exclaimed, moving toward the bathroom.

Holy fucking God! His ass. I was an exclusive bottom. I only took dick, never gave it, but I swear I'd fuck his impossibly perfect globes of muscled roundness given the chance.

"Enjoy your shower," I said. I needed to jack off so badly. I was tempted to ask if I could watch him shower, but knew he'd gladly agree.

The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. After hearing the water come on, I moved slowly toward the door. I didn't look at first until I heard the shower door close and the spray of water hit the glass. Ever so slightly, I peeked around the edge of the door. My eyes tripled in size.

Charlie leaned against the tiled wall, massive dick in hand, eyes closed, facing me, and stroked the length of his shaft with soap. His free hand tugged on his balls while he stroked slowly back and forth, his eyes fluttering behind their lids. He was a porn star performing to an audience he didn't even know he had. Or did he?

Water cascaded down his chest and stomach, pooling in the small valleys of his abdominal muscles, before racing along his obliques toward the promised land. Posters of my view would sell in the millions if available online. I burned the image into my memory for total recall at any time.

His legs stiffened and then relaxed. The expression written on his face appeared painful at times while he flexed his cock, preparing his load to be shot. " Fuuucccckkkk ," he huffed, still sliding back and forth over his meat.

I remained hidden, struggling to contain the desire to bust into the shower and deep-throat him until he fed me his seed. I was an expert cocksucker with zero gag reflex. I knew he'd be impressed, and I desperately wanted to showcase my talents for him.

Don't do it, Ben. Charlie is just another Rocco. Just another dude who will use and abuse your heart. The sex will be awesome, but bad boys are incapable of love. That's what men like Charlie and Rocco do to boys who want true love. Don't go there. Resist.

"Fuuucccckkkk yeah!" he gasped, burying a finger in his ass from behind. "Yeessss!" he grunted, sounding like what I imagined a caveman would sound like. He jerked his cock harder, bending forward and fucking his own ass with who knows how many fingers.

Suddenly, he went completely stiff, stood up straight, and cried out like a wounded animal. "Ahhhh… uunghhh ," he grunted, spraying his come all over the glass enclosure.

He slid down the shower wall to a seated position, his legs splayed in front of him, gasping for breath. I was utterly engrossed with his show and disappointed it was over. Regret at not receiving his load entered my mind. I'd missed my shot. Literally.

Charlie's eyes popped open, and I froze, half my face visible behind the door. He grinned and ran a finger over his cock slit, sticking the digit in his mouth.

Resisting Charlie "Skeeter" Brewster was going to be very difficult in the future.