Speaking of Hotel Rooms
Simon Sheppard, QSyndicate.com
Does checking in get you off? From the Motel 6 to the Ritz, once the "Do Not
Disturb" sign gets hung on the knob, all sorts of hot hotel stuff can
happen. It's like staying at a sex club with room service.
"I really enjoy having sex in hotel rooms," says one frequent traveler. "I
love that feeling of things being very temporary, of neither of us being in
our normal environments."
When you're in a strange city, behind closed
doors, you can be whoever you want to be. A wimpy married man can be a queer
stud. A vanilla virgin can try his hand at kink. Not to worry, though: If
things don't work out, the key code will be changed the next day.
Are you a tourist who wants to screw? Easy. In this Internet age, it's a
pretty simple matter to get some stranger to come over to your hotel and
share both your dick and that little bottle of shampoo. And because the date
has a built-in check-out time, there's a mutual understanding that whatever
happens isn't meant to last. All the intensity, with none of the
commitment.and a free copy of USA Today, to boot.
Just the trip to the guest room can be of bit of an adventure. The walk
through the lobby, the elevator up, finding the room – it's a whole little
sexual odyssey before you even hit the sheets. And once you walk in and meet
Mr. Fuck-the-one-you're-with, his luggage in a corner, his inevitable laptop
on the inevitable table by the window, there's no pretending the two of you
aren't there to have sex. Away from the telltale signifiers of his home
environment, a naked man with a hard cock is just that – no more, no less.
There are gay resort hotels where sex – or at least cruising – is clearly on
the menu; there's nothing like sitting around a clothing-optional pool
beneath the Palm Springs sun to get the mercury rising. But it can be even
more fun to do the nasty where it feels transgressive. "After a hard night
of S/M in a fancy hotel room," grins a leatherman, '"it's great to get in an
elevator full of unsuspecting families and then walk past the concierge desk
carrying a backpack full of whips and ropes. I just feel so nasty."
Even less luxurious digs have their charms. One gay guest says, "My steady
buddy and I like to rent a room in a cheap motel and go at it. It's a little
bit sleazy and a whole lot of fun. Somehow we end up getting into things we
might never do in our own bedrooms." Of course, those thin walls might give
the people in the neighboring rooms an earful – talk about a "smoking room."
And after the fun is done, hotels hold one final advantage over your own
bedroom: Someone else will tidy up the chaos. One guy into "gunge" – messy
scenes involving food – likes to lay the hotel's shower curtains down on the
floor and let the vanilla pudding fly. "My dates and I do our best to clean
up after ourselves, but I'm sure the maids wonder why there's a pile of
towels smeared with whipped cream in the middle of the bathroom floor."
Fucking anywhere can be a vacation, but nookie in a hotel – whether with
your steady honey or with a stranger off the streets – can be like going to
a raunchy resort. And, unlike the complex safety rules that lust sometimes
involves, good advice for hotel-room homosex can be summed up in just two
words: Try Priceline.
Simon Sheppard is the author of Kinkorama: Dispatches from the Front Lines
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