THE BELLBOY AND THE WAITER
By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
If you have not already seen it, you might first want to read `Bellboy Spunks his Briefs', to which this is the natural sequel. On the other hand, if you can't be bothered to hunt it out now, then read on! This should make sense as it stands, and all I hope is that once you have read it, it will encourage you to look for more of my stuff. The Nifty archive have been good enough to list my output under Prolific Net Authors...
My session with Ian the young bellboy was so hot, that I couldn't get it out of my head all next morning. Quite apart from the fantastic sex that the teen had given me, the feel of his young body lingered in my memory - the vivid sensation of him lying in bed asleep, his firm tight buttocks pressed against my satin boxers, was so alive for me that I found myself walking around the hotel with a permanent hard-on.
It was the last day of the conference, and there was only the morning session to get through. After lunch, the delegates would sign out and leave, probably only too happy to be heading for home. I knew that I wouldn't quite be sharing that emotion. I would be pleased that the tedium of organising the conference was over, don't get me wrong, but the thought of driving away from Ian was tough. The youngster had got under my skin, and it was going to be hard to let him go. But I knew I would have to.
As I had passed through reception earlier that morning, Ian was on duty again at the desk. He was with the hotel manageress, so we could not do much more than exchange a glance, but even that was powerfully electric. In his bellboy uniform once more, he appealed to me as strongly as he had done the first time I spotted him, cute and knowing - a headily erotic mix. As I walked through the reception area with the faintest smile playing on my lips I remembered him from the previous evening, bent backwards against the bed with his bulging boymeat thrusting through the delicate satin briefs and my mouth feverishly working on him through the thin fabric. The taste of his creamy boycum as I sieved it through shiny satin seemed to linger with me. What a cutey Ian was - one hell of a boystud and horny as fuck!
But no point on dwelling on the past, not even the recent past. What really concerned me now was whether I was going to get inside his briefs again before I left. I was desperate to, but time was not on our side. The boy was on duty all morning and through the early afternoon, and I was going to be tied up until after lunch. Maybe I could find some way of inveigling him up to my room mid-afternoon, because I was not due to leave until 4.00. Then I would have to be back on the road, scanning the roadside for young hitchhikers in order to pick up someone to distract me on the journey back.
At morning coffee, my eye was taken with a very tasty little morsel who drifted in carrying a tray of cups. Crew-cut, blond, medium height, soft peachy skin, and looking so charming in his uniform - like a young David Beckham, if you know the type. I was sure I had not seen him before, and made one of my practised manoeuvres that ended up with me helping him clear a space on one of the side-tables.
`Not seen you before, have I'. (Well, there's nothing like going straight to the point.)
`Sir?'
`Not seen you working here before. Are you new?'
`Err, well sort of sir, that is I just work a couple of days a week in the holidays.'
`Holidays?'
`School holidays, sir.'
This was getting better and better. At first glance, I would have put him down as 18, but clearly I was wrong. No problems at all about that, so far as I was concerned. Far from it - the problem instead was how I was going to make any progress in the tight time-scale available. Note the arrogance - no doubt in my mind that I was capable of success, just a matter of logistics!
I set out the cups with him, and glanced sideways at him as he bent forwards unloading the tray. Yes, this boy was certainly under 18 now I looked closely. `Are you in the sixth form?'
`Yeah, first year sixth.'
Shit, that made him closer to 16. Mmm.
`Any free time this afternoon?'
He looked askance. `Sir?' He either knew exactly what I meant, or hadn't a clue - there was no middle ground.
`When do you come off duty?'
`Err, I'm on all day until early evening.'
Fuck. On the other hand... I spoke very softly. `I just might be needing some personal room service at about 3.00. Hope you might be able to provide it.'
And with that I left him to sort out what this might mean and made a point of ignoring him entirely for the rest of the time he was in the room, except that when he did leave I noted a pair of tight, firm buttocks pressing invitingly through his jet-black trousers.
About five minutes later I left the conference room and once more crossed the foyer. I can't now remember what I left for - maybe I was fetching some papers I'd left in the dining room. Anyway, that's irrelevant. The point is, as I passed the reception desk there once more was Ian, and this time deep in conversation with the waiter. They saw me at once and looked confused, but laughed it off as I passed them. Yep, they had been talking about me. Now what could Ian have been telling him, I wondered.
I had to do my best to put the two kids out of my mind for the next few hours and just concentrate on winding-up the conference satisfactorily. I can kind of do this on autopilot normally, as I've done so many of these, but this time was harder. Anyway, at last I was through it, survived lunch with the delegates who hadn't already made a swift exit, and finally headed off to my room for a well-earned shower and rest.
The memory of the youthful waiter's taut firm buttocks beneath the tight black trousers came vividly back to me I soaped myself under the shower, but I was determined to refuse the throbbing demands of my hard-on and save it up for later. I had big plans for my cock! Once I'd dried off I slipped on a pair of ivory silk boxers - they didn't exactly get rid of the hard-on, but I managed to keep my hands off myself - and lay on the bed. I was tired, and could have done with a half-hour's rest before thinking about anything else, but time was against me. I reached for the phone and dialled the number for room service.
`Sir?'
It was Ian. He must have known it was me, because I knew that the room number showed up on the phone exchange.
`Would you send up the waiter with something hot and creamy, please. I'll leave you two between you to decide what would best quench my thirst.' I didn't wait for an answer but put the receiver down immediately, and found my heart was thumping with excitement. God, I love these little adventures I set up for myself - episodes made all the more exciting because they are full of the most fantastic possibilities but are just as likely to come to nothing at all. But if the waiter failed to come up to expectations, I thought I would be able to count on Ian delivering up another spunky session. And maybe he would suck me off this time... I badly needed those soft lips round my shiny hard head.
I got up off the bed and slipped on a white teeshirt and a pair of white jeans. I thought the all-white strip would contrast well with the formality of the waiter's uniform. Before long, I detected soft steps in the passage, and a gentle knock at the door.
`It's open' I called. The door opened, and the boy came in, carrying a glass of something (I never did find out what it was) and put it on a side table.
`Thanks. Why not come on round this side of the bed, and I'll find you your tip.'
He advanced slowly and stood by me. I reached into my wallet and pulled out £10 and tucked it into his shirt pocket. I made a point of stretching my legs wide open as I leant across, so that my burgeoning erection was clearly outlined under the tight jeans. My hard-on had come back to its full flowering as soon as the lad had come in through the door! I was pretty sure he noticed it, but I saw that he was looking around and towards the video player.
`Want to watch something?' I asked.
`Err, well, is it true what Ian says? That you have, err...'
`Interesting videos? Oh yes, it's true. Let me show you.'
I got up and went to the bedside table where I had a small stash of porn tapes. I picked one out carefully and brought it across to the video and slid it in.
`So what's your name?'
Adrian, sir.' He stared at the screen, though no picture had yet come through. There was a long run-in to this tape, so I did a quick fast forward and then the credits began to roll. The usual All models are 18 or over: Proof on File' showed up and, as always with this particular tape, I found it particularly hard to believe in the case of at least one of the lads who featured strongly. Still, I suppose he had to be.
Adrian looked cuter than ever in his neat waiter's outfit, but I kind of wondered if the black trousers were supplied or his schoolboy trousers - it did not seem kind to ask as it would have embarrassed him, but I sure would like to have known.
`Why not sit here - you'll get a better view' I suggested, indicating the sofa, and we sat side by side in front of the video. The tape began - this was one of my all-time favourites, as much for the carefully developed story line and the live sound as for the particular scenario, which took place in a naval cadet college. The opening scene showed two boys meeting outside the college before heading in doors. Anyway, I won't go through all the detail of it - you may well know it - but suffice to say that the tension was really well-paced so we had plenty of time to enjoy the lads in their ordinary clothes before seeing them again changed into crisp blue navy uniforms. In due course, needless to say, we moved into the slow feeling-up session through clothes, the lingering strip down to white singlets and the tightest white briefs, and then lots of noisy sucking and slippery masturbation shots in incredibly clear close- up. All of this builds over about 15 minutes - and this is just the start as other scenes involve other arrivals (including the cute kid I have mentioned), and there must be about 12 really delicious shots of spunk pumping over hairless stomachs and chests. The sound is fantastic on this particular video - no crappy music at all, just crystal clear sounds of fingers on wet cocks and even the splattering of cum hitting the teenagers' bellies.
Anyway, Adrian was glued to the screen in the early minutes. I knew that I would be able to do whatever I needed, but I wanted to enjoy the feeling that he was at least aware of my seduction. It's not that often that I get inside a 16-year-old's trousers and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I knew I could make him. The thought of that young cock tightly confined in his black trousers was just sending me crazy. Still, not long to wait now...
My legs were opened wide as I sat by him, and I pressed my right thigh against his. He did not pull away. I slid my arm around him, and brought it up his back to stroke his tightly-cut blond hair. He seemed to relax. After a minute or two I dropped my arm again and instead rested my hand on my knee, and then gradually moved it across to rest on his. As we both watched the screen (one boy unbuttoning the other's uniform tunic) I pressed his knee, and then slid my hand further downwards to his leg. He moved then, and I realised that this was a crucial moment. Was he going to get up and make a quick exit? No. The legs parted, slowly but decisively, and I realised he was opening himself up to me. I decided that I wanted to take this really slowly, and to enjoy every heady moment.
Gently I caressed the smooth black polyester, enjoying the softness and warmth of his leg through the material, but edging ever closer to his fly. I glanced down, and could see that he already had quite a nice firm package, but I wanted to enjoy the feel of the growing erection so hoped that there was plenty to go still. I guessed that the strangeness of the circumstances would mean that he was not yet really hard, despite the action on screen. I wanted to work him up to the full extent of his boyish hard-on, and needed to feel him grow in my hand. My fingers reached his fly-zip, and I tugged very gently on it. It loosened, and I released the catch at his waist. As the trousers loosened at the top, the zip began to open of its own accord, but I helped it along its path. I looked down at him and watched the gap increase, and the soft white shirt free itself from the confinement of his black trousers. I pulled the shirt slightly up and free, and his smooth stomach was revealed. The top of his briefs was revealed, and they were in a bright blue shiny material - I wasn't sure what they were made of, but I was going to enjoy finding out. Don't rush this, don't rush this, I kept telling myself.
I slipped my hand downwards outside his trousers, over front of him, and for the first time felt the young firmness of him. He was beautiful. The kid's cock felt silky under my touch, pressing gently through the softness of his briefs and the trousers. I felt him keenly, making out the shape of him through the outside, and stroking and pressing the mound of young boyflesh. He moved gently in the seat, clearly trying to ease my access into the open fly. He seemed to have quite a handful. It was definitely firming up now, and he responded to my massaging with a gradual stiffening. I needed to get closer contact, so I now slipped my hand inside the gaping fly and cupped his shiny briefs, the full package of boyjoy filling my massaging hand.
I pressed and rubbed Adrian's growing cockmound in the blue briefs, which by touch I judged were of a silk-nylon mix - fucking marvellous. I wondered if Ian had clued him up about my tastes! He still had his trousers up, and I found this really hot, feeling up this schoolboy's bulging briefs-mound through the gaping fly of his trousers. He was still transfixed by the on-screen action, but I knew that he was fully aware of the careful attention I was giving him between his legs.
It was time to get his trousers down, as I wanted to see him stretching his tight briefs wide. The black trousers slipped down easily enough, and he shucked his shoes to ease the trousers right off. Hey - white socks! What a horny kid! Before long I would want him lying back on the sofa, legs wide apart, feet in the air and sparkling white socks pointing heavenwards. I wanted to suck him so badly through the blue nylon briefs. Slow down, slow down, I kept telling myself. Be able to remember the details later - don't just get lost in the moment.
With his trousers fully removed now, I returned to my massaging of his throbbing boy-package, which seemed to want to burst out of his blue nylon. The size of him, and the hardness, was impressive, and through the thin fabric I managed to work on him so that I could feel the length of his teencock moving under my fingers. I rubbed him up gently, and was delighted to see the first few drops of precum seeping through the glistening blue briefs.
He lay by me as I slowly worked on him, not quite yet into a full masturbating stroke but not far off it either. We both watched the on-screen action for a moment - we had reached a favourite point for me where two lads were lying on a bunk-bed, one in white briefs and the other in a pair of blue satin shorts. A lot of preparatory feeling up and was going on, and shortly, I knew, the kid in briefs would slip the other's hard cock from under the leg of the sexy shorts. I reached for the video remote, and just at the moment when the cock appeared, hard and shiny and slick, I froze the picture. Adrian looked at me, as I said `let's hold it there, and save it up for later! Now tell me about these briefs of yours. What a fantastic colour, and I love the shiny nylon. Your big cock looks great pressing through. Where did you buy them?'
`I didn't'.
`Mum got them, did she?'
`Fuck off! No, Ian leant them to me.'
My heart beat faster. My God - just how well acquainted were these two?
`Oh yeah - you make a habit of exchanging underwear do you?'
`No. He suggested you might appreciate them.' Adrian smiled, and looked down at himself, seeming to enjoy the sight of my hand stroking him insistently through the blue briefs. The idea that these had also cupped Ian's gorgeous boybulge was pure heaven to me, and made the moment even hornier.
I began to whisper in his ear. `Oh, I love them Adrian. Just love them. And especially the sight of you filling them up with your hard young cock. Do you do this with all your schoolfriends?'
`Fuck no! I'm not gay or anything. I've got a girlfriend, so there's nothing queer about me.'
Of course there isn't, I thought. `That's fine, that's OK. This is just a little fun, nothing more. Nothing wrong with a good shared wank though, is there.'
He nodded, and I didn't for an instant stop stroking him. His briefs were quite damp and sticky for the freely-flowing precum, and I wanted to get my hand inside that warm wet packet, so I slid my hand gently down under the waistband. He tensed just for a moment, then lay back as I travelled lower and felt the hot hardness of his boyhood. The stiff cock met my fingers and I grasped the shaft, then went slower still and cupped his firm full balls. This 16-year-old was very gifted indeed. I already knew from the long feel-up session that he had a nice cock, but now that I had direct access to his warm silkiness I was truly delighted.
`Hey, your cock feels really great, hot and hard and big. Mmm, and slippery with precum, just as I like it. Nice balls too Adrian, firm and full. Lots of spunk I guess, eh? Mind if I have a closer look at that big boycock?'
The question was rhetorical of course, and required no answer. I tugged at the shiny nylon briefs and flipped his throbber free. He was magnificent, and the glistening head of his uncut knob proudly edged out from its protective cover. I grasped his shaft about an inch below the knob and began to wank him, and then before he knew it I dropped to my knees in front of him and my head hovered over the shiny teencock.
Beautiful, beautiful' I whispered. My tongue flickered out like a snake's, and tip kissed tip. A wedding made in heaven. He made a strange, strangled moan as I licked around the boyish helmet, and then I bent my head forward and took his honey shaft into my mouth. Adrian shivered with pleasure as I took him in, and I began to suckle on his boymeat. The taste of him, his delicately shimmering silk knob-head, was exquisite, like drinking nectar, and I nearly swooned with the pleasure of it. He was gurgling in his throat, and momentarily I stopped and wanked slowly on his shaft again: yeah, that's really good isn't it son, having your cock sucked till you want to cum so bad. Mmm, I just love the taste of your big teendick in my mouth. It's a real beauty, you know that? So hard and hot and big. Bet you've got so much creamy boyspunk to give me.'
I frisked him lightly, loving the sight of the foreskin moving freely back and forth over the knobhead. Then I returned to my suck-off session, with my tongue flicking the flooding precum into my mouth and then gently taking that bulbous head in once again, savouring the feel of the firm young cock pressing into my cheek. I felt his tight fat balls as I sucked, massaging them to encourage the bag to release its creamy torrent. I released his boycock once more, and it quivered wet and eager beneath me. I returned to steadily wanking the boy.
Then I got him to lie right back on the sofa and raise his legs, just as I had imagined him some time before with his feet splayed and his white socks showing. Quickly now I pulled at his shirt, unbuttoned it rapidly, and thrust it open. He was so tender and vulnerable like that, the pouch of his balls squat under his heaving erection, the blue nylon briefs halfway down his smooth thighs. With my right hand I wanked him more feverishly now, and knew that I was close to seeing the burst of boycum splatter over his tight stomach.
`Good boy, good boy, that's really good. You like that don't you, you little wanker. You just love being tossed off. Come on Adrian, let's see how much of that creamy cum you can give me. Shoot that hot cum, let's have your boyload now.' I wanked him insistently now, and I was desperate to see him cum. Then the schoolboy arched his back, lifting himself slightly off the sofa, and with a shudder he surrendered to the overwhelming compulsion of his orgasm. A torrent of white creamy cum pumped in wads from his knob, spurt after spurt of pearly spunk emptying into a spreading pool on his belly. Some splattered on his blue briefs, and some on the sofa, and still he came, pulse after pulse of warm jizz from his shuddering young body.
It was then I heard the door behind me open and quickly close, and before I knew it a hand reached between by legs and grabbed my engorged cock through my white jeans. What the fuck was this all about? It was Ian, out of uniform but dressed instead in his fantastic white shiny Real Madrid soccer strip. And without hesitation he unfastened my jeans and parted them wide, pulled my teeshirt free and upwards, and began rubbing my aching cock trapped in my damp ivory-coloured silk boxers. Then he reached in the fly and released my dripping shaft and got wanking. Within seconds I felt myself tumbling over the edge, and just as my spunk began to travel up my length Ian dropped to his feet and took me in his mouth. I face-fucked him eagerly, and pumped my cum into his eager mouth, moaning as I did so. It was so exciting, all having happened within the space of about 30 seconds. The pleasure was so intense. He nearly choked on my spunk-flood, but managed to swallow much of it. Then I noticed him reach out with his hand and start caressing Adrian's tight little arse, and I realised that Ian had other thoughts on his mind. He felt himself up through the shiny nylon soccer shorts, working his young cock to get it to full erection for the task ahead. I knew that I was going to witness one horny teen in soccer kit give his schoolboy friend the fucking of his life. And I fully intended to have my turn too. But first, Ian needed a bit of help getting him ready for what he had in mind...
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