Adam sat up on the bed, and still panting a little, he sauntered over to the bathroom and wiped the cum off with a towel from the small stack he'd spotted earlier. He dug around the room's closet and found a robe with the hotel's logo embroidered in the inside. As much as he liked the feeling of letting his gut and junk hang out in the open air, he had to admit that room was chilly and he was getting cold. He rubbed a hand over his pelted chest and plopped back down on the bed. He picked up the t.v. remote and started flipping through the channels. He'd been watching an ad for a food processor when his stomach rumbled. Adam's stomach dropped, how was he going to get food? He didn't have any money! A sly smile crept over his round face when he remembered his situation. Adam Donahoe didn't have any money, but Bryan Donahoe had a wallet full of cash and plastic at his disposal. Excitedly he dug around the drawers in the nightstand and found the hotel's room service menu. He had to wipe drool off his bristled chin as he read through the options. He was looking at the drink options when an idea popped into his head: he could buy alcohol. After all, he was a grown man now, no one would ask any questions; this was his chance to try beer for the very first time.
He dialed the number on the menu and a woman with a nasal voice answered,
"Emerald Hotel room service, what will it be?"
"Uhh," Adam hesitated, his baritone voice rumbling in his throat, "Yeah can I get the double cheeseburger combo, and um, a beer?"
"There are various beer options available in your room's minifridge, sir," the woman sounded tired, "So that'll be one double cheese combo for Mr. Donahoe in room 345?"
Minifridge? Adam hadn't seen a minifridge. "Uh, yeah, that's it," he replied.
"Your food will be delivered when it's ready and the charges added to your bill. Thank you and have a good night."
Adam got up and started looking for the minifridge the lady mentioned and eventually found it tucked away in a corner. Anticipation ran through Adam's veins as he bent down and grabbed a drink from it. He looked at the amber bottle and giggled. He popped the lid off and took a swig the way he'd seen his dad down a beer or two after a long day. He liked it. He really like it! Or maybe, it was his dad's body that really liked it? Deciding that thinking about complicated things like that wasn't worth it, he sat back down on the bed and kept flipping through the channels, stopping here and there when something caught his attention.
Adam had never felt so relaxed and carefree, did his dad always feel like this? In his old body he'd always be worrying about school, and fitting in, and his future, but the past couple of hours after the swap had been nearly idyllic.
He was watching the tail-end of a documentary when there was a knock at the door. Adam groaned, he'd been so comfortable he didn't want to get up, but he did. He opened the door and a young man in a hotel uniform greeted him, "Mr. Donahoe?"
"Yeah," Adam answered, he felt a little lightheaded.
"I have your food," the young man said as he rolled a cart with a cheeseburger and fries on it, among other dishes. The aroma of the food stirred Adam's stomach and it growled again.
"Hungry, sir?" the attendant laughed. Adam blushed and mumbled a sheepish "yeah."
Adam tipped the attendant and sat down on the bed to eat. He couldn't stop thinking about the hotel employee, he'd been so handsome, and slim, and god his ass! Adam felt a stirring in his loins as his dick began poking through the robe. Adam began to wonder, was his dad gay? Or maybe, Adam himself was the gay one? The three beers he'd had up to now were muddling his mind and his thoughts returned to the hotel attendant, causing his penis to jump to full attention again.