“That’s totally fine,” I said, perking up. I couldn’t fight the smile from my face. My legs were sore from wandering and I was exhausted from lack of sleep. I hadn’t slept in almost thirty hours. “Seriously—thank you so much. I promise I’ll have some euros tomorrow.”
The room was slightly terrifying. I could see why it was the designated room for people without money. It was almost definitely a large closet at one point, which had been converted into a bedroom by the simple addition of a twin mattress, which was on the floor, without even a sheet on it. I remembered that I was supposed to be bringing a sheet and a pillow with me; I read online that some hostels don’t provide bedding—just beds. But I did have a towel, which I placed down on the mattress, and then I covered myself with my jacket. The room was cold and damp, but at least it was a place to sleep. At least I could close my eyes and not have to worry about being on the street or in a dirty alleyway.
I was only asleep for half an hour when the door opened and someone slipped into the room. “This room’s taken,” I said suddenly.
“I was told to come up here and share with you,” a girl’s voice said. “You don’t mind, do you?”
My heart stuttered. I remembered the hostel manager telling me that I might be sharing with someone else if they came—and apparently they came. I opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I couldn’t even wrap my head around how sharing that twin mattress could be possible without getting uncomfortably close with a stranger. “I—uh—I don’t mind,” I said.
It was dark and I couldn’t see the woman. I could just make out her petite silhouette in the dimly lit doorway. I scooched over to the edge of the small mattress. She put her bag down next to mine, beside the door, and then she closed the door and the windowless room became completely black. I felt the mattress sink to the side as she lowered herself down and spread herself out. She nudged her body back and pressed against me. I couldn’t move over any further. I was already pressed against the wall—and she was probably hanging off the edge of the mattress. “I promise I don’t snore,” she said. And I was shocked at how casual she was about the whole thing. Why wasn’t she outraged? Why was she okay sharing a bed with a complete stranger? Did her parents not teach her about the dangers of strange men? Why was she so trusting?
“Do you mind if I share a bit of your jacket? I don’t have a blanket,” she said.
“Um, I guess that’s fine,” I said. So I gave her half of my jacket, which was previously being used to keep us separated. Now, there were only the clothes on our bodies keeping us separated. The room became silent, and just like that, she had gone to sleep, with her warm body pressed up against mine. She could probably feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, against her back. I would have turned the other way, but then my face would have been pressed against a cold cement wall. She didn’t seem to mind—though I was starting to worry that her warm body was going to get me excited. Or what if I had a sexy dream? If I got an erection, she would feel it. Her bum was only an inch away from my crotch.
She smelled nice, like perfume and breakfast pastries. I kept my hands on my sides, which was uncomfortable, but I had nowhere else to put them. It wasn’t easy falling back asleep, but in my exhausted state, I managed.
CHAPTER II
When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was. That little room had no windows, but there was light coming through the slit underneath the door. Maybe it was just 6:00 AM, or maybe it was well into the afternoon.
I gently pulled Tracy in closer to me. She nestled her bum gently back into my crotch and I made sure my arm was wrapped tightly around her, with my hand firmly on her breast. I could feel her perky nipple against the palm of my hand. And that’s when I realized I was erect. My erection was being cradled perfectly by her bum cheeks. I reached down and carefully pulled up her skirt. I took her panties and began to wriggle them down her thighs. She always liked morning sex, so I figured I would surprise her.
Then I unzipped my fly and pulled out my throbbing erection. I pressed it between her bum cheeks and gently thrusted up and down, making sure I was rock hard before putting it in her pussy. And then I stopped and tried to figure out why I was wearing jeans in bed. I’d never gone to sleep in jeans before, and Tracy had never gone to sleep in a skirt. In fact, Tracy didn’t wear skirts. She thought that they were ‘degrading to women’. So why was she wearing a skirt now?
The events of the previous day came rushing back to me. I remembered the girl coming into the room and getting into the bed. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. I had my erect cock pressed up against a stranger’s bare ass. I gasped and carefully slipped my cock back into my pants. I reached down and gently pulled up her panties. Then, in her sleep, she cuddled back, pressing her bum harder into my cock. At least now I was covered, but she could surely still feel the hard, throbbing bulge. If she woke up now, she would certainly be disgusted—so I had to will my erection away. I had to think of unsexy things to make my cock become flaccid. But I could think of nothing. I could only think of how soft her tush was, and how badly I wanted to cup her tit again, and feel that perky nipple against the palm of my hand.
I bit down on my tongue. I couldn’t move without waking her up. But I needed to get out from behind her before she woke up. I pushed myself as hard as I could against the wall behind me. I took a deep breath and I started to slide my body up. A massive wave of relief washed over me as soon as my cock away from her perky tush. I had to step over her carefully, but my efforts were for nothing. “What time is it?” she asked with a groggy voice.
“I have no idea,” I said. “I don’t have a watch and my phone’s been dead since I got here.”
“Check my phone,” she said. “It’s just in the front pocket of my bag.”
My heart was still pounding hard. I still couldn’t believe how lucky I was—I’d had my bare cock pressed between her bare ass cheeks—while her tit was in my hand—and she didn’t even wake up to notice. I dodged some borderline rape allegations for sure.
I found her phone in the front pouch of her bag. I pressed the home button and her screen lit up. “It’s 9:05,” I said. “In the morning.” And then I saw her phone’s background picture. It was a picture of a beautiful brunette with long hair and big, stunning eyes. She was standing in front of some exotic mountain, with a monkey on her shoulder. “Is this you?” I asked.
“The girl or the monkey?” she asked. She laughed and then said, “I’m sorry—that was a stupid joke. Yeah, that’s me. Turn on the flashlight so we can see in here.”
I turned on her flashlight and then I handed her the phone. She aimed the flashlight up at the white ceiling, illuminating the room. And that’s when I saw that she was telling the truth: she really was the beautiful girl in the picture. I’d had my bare erection pressed against that beautiful girl’s ass.
She got up and went over to her bag, brushing past me. I was still half erect, trying to hide the bulge in my jeans. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of panties. Then, she pulled her panties down to the floor and pulled the new pair up. “How did you sleep? I didn’t snore, did I?” she asked casually.
“I was out like a rock, so I have no clue,” I said. I forced myself to look away from her, even though that floral scent made me want to grab her and throw her down on that mattress.
“That’s good,” she said. She turned her back to me and then pulled off her shirt. I had to sneak a peek. I saw the side of her perky breast. She had a tattoo on her rib—something written in cursive, but I couldn’t make out what and I didn’t want to ask like a creep. So I just looked away.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Lexi,” she said. “And yours?”
“Peter,” I said. “But you can call me Pete.”
“Hi Pete,” she said with a little giggle. She had a cute giggle. “Are you going to be back tonight?”
“I think so.”
“You think so? Not travelling with any
plans?”
“Not really. I mean, I had some plans, but now I don’t know. Now I’m just winging it, I guess.”
“Well, if you want to wing it together tonight, we can save a few bucks on a bed. You didn’t mind sharing with me, did you?”
My heart fluttered. “Not at all,” I said. And I heard my own voice crack slightly, filling my chest with a an awkward embarrassment.
“Okay. Then we’ll split a room. Let’s meet downstairs here at 9:00 PM—in twelve hours from now.” She picked up her bag and opened the door, letting a blinding flood of light into the closet-sized room. “See you later!” And just like that, she was gone.
CHAPTER III
Sightseeing alone wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. It was actually kind of fun and relaxing. I could move at my own pace and I could go to see whatever I wanted. I didn’t have to make any compromises, and I realized that after just a few hours of wandering down the streets. My first stop was at one of the churches Tracy was excited to see. I stood in front of it for five minutes before moving onto the next place—a Buddhist temple that Tracy wanted to meditate in. I walked through and then thought, ‘What the hell am I doing?’ I didn’t have to go to any of these boring spiritualist hotspots. I could go do whatever the hell I wanted.
So I had a nice long breakfast on a patio, and then I wandered the streets that I thought looked the coolest. I even went down to the red light district, just to check out the ladies—and just because it was something that Tracy would have never been okay with. It turned out to be a pretty fun day, especially once I started drinking at noon. I would stop for a couple beers between each sight. By the time dinnertime rolled around, I was drunk and stumbling down the streets. I met a number of people who ended up adding me on Facebook. One of them even gave me a phone charger. “Just keep it and don’t lose it,” he said.
And then I was wandering back towards the hostel with time to kill when that familiar prostitute slapped me on the ass. “You’re back,” she said. “Hopefully this time we can spend a bit of time together.”
Maybe it was the liquor or maybe it was the excitement—or maybe it was just my little way of getting some revenge on Tracy. I took the whore into her little brothel and I let her suck my cock until I came. She was an incredibly gifted cocksucker, and it only took her three minutes to get me off—so I felt a bit silly for paying for an hour upfront, and I was a bit embarrassed once my dick was drained. But she assured me that it was rare for men to last more than five minutes. “I know all the tricks,” she said as she wiped a bit of white jizz off the side of her mouth. She gave me a cum-flavoured kiss before I left and said, “Bring that nice cock back anytime.”
As I was leaving, I realized it was the first time I ever slept with a prostitute—though I hadn’t broken any laws. When in Rome…
Before returning to the hostel, I stopped at a café and bought a big bottle of water. I drank the whole thing in an attempt to sober myself up a little bit, so that I wouldn’t have a terrible hangover, and so that Lexi wouldn’t think that I was some degenerate loser. And I was a bit afraid of what drunk me would do as soon as we were crammed into a little bed together.
It was 8:45 PM when I arrived at the hostel (which wasn’t easy to find, as I wasn’t familiar with any of the streets, and I didn’t have a pin dropped on my phone’s map). I took a seat on one of the plastic folding chairs in the lobby and stared at the floor. The man behind the counter stared at me with that unimpressed look he seemed to always have on his face. I tried smiling at him, but he didn’t return the smile.
Finally, at exactly 9:00 PM, Lexi wandered into the hostel. I waved her over as my heart stuttered. She had changed since I saw her that morning, and her hair was different now, tied up into a fancy bun with cute dangling strands. She was wearing a dress that nearly reached her knees, with a long slit that showed off a bit of her hip. Her nails were freshly painted with a white glossy colour, and her skin seemed to be radiating a warm glow, as if she’d bathed in liquid diamonds. Over the course of the day, I’d forgotten how beautiful she was—and I’d nearly forgotten that we would be sleeping together again.
“You like chipper. How was your day?” she asked.
I nodded my head quickly. I’d heard her question, but my brain was too busy trying to figure out why she was okay with the idea of sharing a room with me. Judging by her brand new backpack and her fancy clothes, she surely had money—and it isn’t like hostels are expensive. She could have used her looks to get into a hostel room with any guy; hell, most guys would have been happy to volunteer a spot on their bed in much nicer hostels than this one. But I wasn’t about to complain. I was happy to save a bit of money, and happier to spend another night pressed up against a gorgeous girl.
“I’ll take that as good,” she said with her cute giggle. She went up to the hostel manager, who perked up for her. He never perked up for me. “We’ll take a room together, please,” she said. “Just something cheap.”
The man nodded his head quickly and then he looked over at me with a strange look. He stared at me for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe I’d gotten with a girl like Lexi. I was tempted to tell him that we were just sharing, but it was kind of nice, basking in the moment, pretending like I had a beautiful girlfriend.
“You’re going to share a room with… her?” he said to me with that strange glare.
“Yeah,” I said, trying not to crack a smile. And he continued to stare at me, making my skin tingle.
We got a room up on the top floor. It wasn’t much better than the closet room, and the bed wasn’t any bigger—but that just made me more excited.
Lexi put her bag down and then sighed. “I’m sorry. That was so embarrassing,” she said.
“What was embarrassing?” I asked.
“That guy downstairs. You don’t get that much in Canada. But here in Europe, people just don’t have a filter.”
I smiled and nodded my head, hoping that if I pretended to know what she was talking about for long enough, I would suddenly know what she was talking about. But I had no clue. “Sorry—What did he do?”
“He’s just transphobic—I guess that’s more normal over here.”
And I still couldn’t wrap my head around what she was talking about. I figured something had happened before, maybe the previous night while I was sleeping, before Lexi arrived. Maybe there was some trans person who came in and got refused service while she was down there checking in. Maybe she was just venting some long lasting grudge.
I thought about letting the comment slide, but now I was curious, and still a bit confused. So I asked, “What did he say?”
“It’s not what he said. It was that look he gave you. I’m sorry he did that. Thanks for being so cool about it. It’s really refreshing.”
And now I was about as confused as I could possibly get. Had I completely zoned out down in the lobby? Was there a whole interaction that I missed while my brain was getting ready to snuggle up with a beautiful brunette? Was the smell of her intoxicating perfume seeping into my brain and giving me selective hearing?
I didn’t want to look any dumber than I was already looking, so I just nodded my head and I tried to let the comment slide. And then I watched as she took three orange pill bottles out from her bag. She opened them one at a time, popping pills into the palm of her hand. They were prescription meds, but I couldn’t make out what they were from across that little room. “You okay?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. These are just for the hormones. These ones are blockers, these ones make my body produce estrogen and that other one—I can never remember the name of the other one.”
And now I was thinking that she had some sort of hormone condition. But it wasn’t long before my slow-moving brain started putting the pieces together. My gaze suddenly drifted down to her throat as she leaned her head back to swallow the pills. There was a slight lump—a slight lump that shouldn’t be there.
Lexi was the trans girl. The look
the man in the lobby gave me—that wasn’t jealousy or envy—it was a warning, or maybe it was mockery. He knew that Lexi was trans. And now that she brought it up, I could hear a slight tinge in her voice—a tinge of masculinity. I just assumed she was a smoker, or maybe she was just one of those rare girls with a slight rasp to their voice. Nope—she was actually a man. Under that dress was a cock—unless she’d had it removed. Do lots of trans girls get their cocks taken off?
I could feel the colour draining from my face. I tried to force a casual smile, but my brain was spinning too quickly. I couldn’t quite process everything. I still didn’t completely believe that it was true. Was it true? Was Lexi actually a tranny? If he was, then I had my bare erection pressed against a tranny’s butt. I cupped the perky tit of a biological male. I had spent the whole night cuddled up with a ladyboy. Now there was a nausea swirling in my stomach.
“Are you okay?” she asked. I didn’t even notice that she was looking over at me. Finally, I managed to force that smile, but I had a feeling it didn’t look fantastic.
“Me? I’m fine,” I said. I had to stay cool. She liked it when I was acting cool about the whole thing—when I was oblivious about the whole thing. But how could I stay cool? How could I just ignore the fact that she was a biological man, and that I was about to sleep in a bed with her? I didn’t want our bodies touching.
I watched as she turned her back to me. She reached into her bag and pulled out the tiniest pair of cotton shorts. She pulled them up, under her dress. Then she pulled a tiny t-shirt out from her bag. She slipped out from the straps of her dress, and I saw the side of her right breast for a moment before that t-shirt slipped over her torso. Her night outfit hardly covered any skin. I looked over at the bed. It looked so small. Was it even smaller than the bed we had the night before? Would we both fit on it? Was it too late to go and get my own room? I had more than enough money to pay for my own twenty-dollar room. Saving ten bucks wasn’t worth getting snuggled up with a shemale. But how could I break it to Lexi without hurting her feelings? How could I slip away without making her think that I was just as bad as the guy at the counter? And how could I face the guy at the counter? He probably thought that I was some tranny fetishist. He probably thought Lexi was bending me over right now, sticking her meat into my tiny hole.
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