BNB VACATION ROOMS FOR RENT By Mike Austin
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As for the pair of college guys that rented rooms last Summer, they were both tennis dudes with full college scholarships. At 21 each, they were blonde, blue-eyed and lean-torsoed hotties. Martin actually interviewed them when they both responded to an ad we placed in a nearby liberal arts college, back in March of that year, for full time Summer employment. Our tennis pro was taking off for a family matter and we needed Summer tennis coverage. The young pair answered the ad on the first day it appeared in the college's online media. As Martin later admitted, even though we really only needed one, when he saw them, he knew he'd hire them both and knew I wouldn't object either. They were both just 6' and weighed in about 175 and as I said, blonde, blue, hotties. I knew the female staffers and guests would be wowed by them, perhaps even a few male staffers and guests if my gaydar was working. Martin had explained the hours, pay, benefits and that rooms were available for rent in the guest house if they needed nearby lodging. That was after we calculated our worker-rented rooms were more lucrative than the periodic vacation renter. Kim and Bob were fit and hot alright and more than ready to "serve" tennis lessons and provide tennis matches as entertainment for our guests. Martin and I enjoyed watching them as well, at every chance possible. The day before they were to begin work, they arrived, got the keys to the guest house and got settled in. The four of us had lunch at the Marina café and gave them a rerun of the club and marina facilities. Kim asked for the head and I pointed the direction and noticed his bulge in those baggy white shorts. He caught my gaze, nodded and thanked me for the direction. On his return, as coffee was being served, he made a point of me noticing that he was now "dressed left". After the meal, Martin took them to the "tennis shack" as we called the standalone building where supplies, gear, clothing and training were located, adjacent to the 6 tennis courts, that would be the focus of their world over the Summer. As they got familiar with the layout and routine, before their workday actually happened, Martin reminded them that what they did on their own time was up to them as long as it wasn't criminal or reflected badly on the club and marina operations. Kim and Bob high-fived each other at the prospect of getting laid by female staffers and guests.
Monday, their first day on the job, both guys were in place at the "shack" an hour early I noted on my early morning walk-through. We shook hands, exchanged morning greetings and wished them a good day, but not before noting Kim's crotch again, which in the tighter tennis shorts than the baggy ones he wore on Sunday, really defined his bulge. He met my glance and smiled a bit. Simultaneously, Bob caught my eye as well and grinned, reaching down easily and groping his own crotch. I smiled at both, turned and continued my morning rounds. The thoughts of those pair of dicks hung in my mind's eye until Shelly, one of the housekeepers, greeted me, disturbing my visual escape. I met Martin at the café and we reviewed several upcoming events, repairs and personnel needs. We knew we would need another engine service guy and planned the classified ad for posting. I shared the exchange I'd had with Kim and Bob at the shack earlier and Martin grinned and nodded, then added that he'd also noticed Kim's crotch at the café yesterday. We both grinned again, stood and headed off on our separate ways until lunch.
It was actually Bob who I hit on first. At the end of the day, I always made rounds and thanked everyone for their efforts and made the tennis shack my final stop to see how they felt about the job. Kim was out on a court finishing a coaching session while Bob was inside beginning to close up. After inquiring, Bob commented on the fun day they'd had and many of the guests were very nice and some very funny. He thought he'd really enjoy the Summer work and hoped he would work out well for me and Martin and get a good reference letter for future employment prospects. With that, his matter of fact expression, turned into a slight grin as he cut his eyes up at me. He went on to remind me that he and Kim were both seniors and would graduate the following May and would begin putting out employment applications after school started in September, so having a good reference letter to submit with the apps would be an important addition. I was a bit surprised when he added, "you know we're both eager to learn about the operations and are willing to work extra and go beyond our specific scopes of work, if you have anything else we can do; we talked it over last night some and really like it here, but know you don't need us when your tennis pro returns, but just keep us in mind if we can do anything", then he went about closing out the register at which point Kim entered the shack and we exchanged end of 1st day points, and I left them to head out.
As was the custom, I met Martin at the bar and we recapped the day. Bob and Kim came in, sat at a table by the window overlooking the pool area, and continued talking. My frozen margarita stirred my bladder and I went to the head to pee. In mid-stream, Bob comes in and sides up at the urinal next to me. A couple guests came in and as I finished, made way for one of the guests at the urinal and caught a glimpse of Bob's girthy dick. My glance didn't go unnoticed by the young hottie and he paused just long enough to give me a view without being obvious to the others in the restroom. After washing my hands and returning to Martin, I relayed the event and admitted to wanting that dick. I paused, then admitted to wanting them both. I flashed back to the magazine from years ago and that first time with Don. While I wasn't 16, nor about to lure Bob or Kim into the beer storage room, I vowed then to get those dicks before the end of the Summer. That first time with Bob would happen Thursday of their first week on the job.
The week was going well. We were fully booked and had the following 4 weeks filled as well, so the season was on track for a stellar showing. Wednesday, I dropped by the tennis shack and found Bob inside while Kim was again outside giving a couple of guests, lessons. It was a mother-daughter pairing and that meant they got a break on the fee. The pair were enamored of Kim, I could tell as I walked up the side yard to the shack entry. Bob was finishing up a client sale when I walked in. I thanked the client as he left, which left me and Bob alone. Bob remained standing as we discussed the sales, but I sat at the desk, looking up as he explained some of the items guests were asking about, and wanted to know how to go about ordering for them? As we chatted I cruised his crotch, down to his blonde hairy legs and wondered about his abs and chest. As though reading my mind, Bob scratched his abs, revealing a small blonde treasure trail. My dick throbbed. He turned his head to the front entry and casually cupped his crotch, giving it a hefty squeeze, clearly for my benefit. I shoved my foot forward to touch his as I leaned back in the desk chair, reached both hands behind my head and stiffened up a bit, extending my legs forward. He glanced back at me, then turned again to focus on the door and repeated his grope. This time when he removed his hand, his bulge was obvious. I glanced outside and saw no one near, stood, reached for his crotch and Bob just leaned into my hand, filling it with his ample package. After one squeeze, his eyes blinked closed and he moaned. I released my grip, suggested we connect later that night, but he begged off until Thursday night if possible. I invited both of them to dinner at high house Thursday and he agreed.
The guys showed up at 7:30 Thursday night, we had some wine as Martin finished the grilled chicken and I unwrapped the baked potatoes and served the salads. Both wore their mesh college athletic shirts which only slightly concealed their nips, torso features and the slight wisps of blonde hair. They also were commando in baggy khaki shorts. Both were stunning!!! After the meal, we had brandy and it was clear the guys weren't used to that heavy drink. In no time, both guys were growing more and more sexual with their comments and actions. Sadly, the brandy took a toll on Kim. I knew that Martin was hoping to score with that little stud as much as I was after Bob. We offered to let Kim sleep it off in one of the guest bedrooms, but Bob intervened and got his best friend back to the guest house and settled in his own room to sleep it off, before stumbling back to high house and my clutches. Martin had hit the sack by 10pm when Bob returned. I had a small pot of coffee brewed and was sipping some when he appeared at the rear door and I motioned for him to come in. He readily agreed to the coffee and joined me as I poured a mug in the kitchen. He leaned against the cabinet, sipped some of the hot brew and I again grabbed his crotch and squeezed. His response was a throaty moan, then "go for it boss". I didn't need a second invitation. There in the kitchen, I stripped off his shirt, revealing the fine blonde hairs on his pecs that focused on his treasure trail and led south. I unsnapped his waistband, then dropped his zipper and his cargo shorts fell to the floor. That thick cock was curved slightly to the right and swung free. His heavy bag too was free to sag and as with his dick, his right ball sagged the lowest. I delighted in his dense blonde crotch, but the real treat was that thick dick, that remained girthy from base to head. His deep slit proved to be a real power launcher for his cum shots. I wasted no time when he was nude, swallowing his dick deeply; just as the one guy from the magazine had done and how Don did me some twenty-four years ago. I deep throated that hot stud, milking his cock with my throat muscles, not letting him cum several times until his knees were ready to buckle. "Do it, get my load, you want it right, still want it" he mumbled all the while remaining stiff as a brick. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and slammed deep, then moaned "cummmmmmmmmmmmmmming" and shot 6 or 7 long ropes down my throat!!! His fists were like vice grips holding my head in place as he poured his cum down my eager slot. I stood, but before doing so, gave him one last lick and slow suck which caused him to shudder and throb another drop of cum. He begged for a coffee refill and then staggered back to the guest house, with his balls well-drained.
I climbed in bed with Martin, who woke and snuggled closely before crawling under the covers and giving me an amazing midnight blowjob. Five a.m. would arrive sooner than usual this Friday. I slept so deeply that Martin had to wake me twice, he claimed.