Room No. 2229

It was a lazy night. I was standing at the lobby thinking of the scenes from the porno site that I just discovered earlier of the day. The moves and moans of the actors from the video clips I watched were still clear that makes me up sexually, horny. I was excited to go home and want to visit again the site.

Suddenly, I saw a taxi opening its door. One Arab man on his late 20’s stepped down with small grocery bag on his right hand. Arabs are the sexiest men in the universe. They have these looks that will melt your heart away. I was staring at him while he was entering the hotel fantasizing that he was one of those men doing great moves from the porno site I watched. After going through the revolving glass door, I found out that he was heading towards me. I smiled and greeted him.

“Can you please bring this to my room?” the Arab man instructed me. My fantasy stops. It’s like someone had poured me a bucket of cold water in the middle of a tight sleep. “What a fuck!” Why this young guy is still asking me to place his bag to the room wherein only chips and 2 cans of soda were inside. I get his bag and asked him the room number. “Room Number 2229” he answered.

I walked towards the room with a little disappointment. I am in the middle of fantasizing and suddenly, this sexy hunk will come to ask me to place a small plastic bag to his room. Anyway, I don’t have a choice. My consolation is that he is cute and he might give me a tip after my service.

“See you at the room Sir” I said to him for we are not allowed to use the guest lift. “No, come with me!” he demanded. The door open and we both entered the lift.

“In my place at Saudi Arabia, there are lots of Filipinos. I like them very much” he told me. “Filipinos are very hardworking Sir!” I answered. “No, it’s not only that. I like their looks and their color” he replied. I don’t know what he meant but my heart beats faster. I was thinking that my fantasy will be close to reality. But wait, never in my 3 years in Dubai I give way to this encounter in the place where I work even there were lots of chances. Guests might complain and will do drama that can be a major reason for me to be sent home, empty handed. Worse, they will put me in jail. Homosexuality is not allowed on this side of the world. My heart beats faster as we reached his room.

Room Number 2229. He opened the door with his key and entered the room. I gave him the bag but he requested me to place it inside the fridge. Again, my heartbeat moves faster and faster. I was so nervous, scared and anxious. I opened the door wide but he shut it down. “Oh my God!” I said to myself. I prayed but I forget how to start.

I moved forward to the fridge and kneeled down to put what is inside the bag. I started to put the stuff and then unexpectedly he whispered: “Can you stay for a while.” That was the coldest and sweetest voice I heard for years, but I feel like I was in hell on that moment. I forget everything; I don’t know what is wrong and right. I was tempted. Like Adan and Eve that even warned not to do so, they still disobeyed. He started to touch my legs up to my whole body. I stood up and pushed him to the bed and the rest was history.

You will be shocked to know who became top and bottom on that quick unforgettable experience I had in the room 2229.

After reaching climax he gave me Dhs. 500 or Php. 6,000 which I refused. I enjoyed and was so scared that he might complain me of this.

I walked out from the room with a small towel in the hand. I look like a criminal trying to wipe any evidence that I might create during my stay. Only the security camera on the hallway is the witness. If it will be monitored, I will be busted. Thanks that there are more than 300 security camera in the hotel. I went back to the lobby and stand at the desk, with my heart beating like an engine. I want to cry but I know it can’t help. I want to shout and ask myself why I let it happen, but there was no place to do it. I feel so weak, scared and helpless. I want to go home. I want to go to the Philippines as soon as possible.

to be continued...