This is a fictional story about consenting adults. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
"Give me another vodka on the rocks, slice of grapefruit" she lisped through a mouthful of pancakes. She was breathing heavily, and I could tell the first one was already starting to have an effect.
I smiled at her. "Of course. Heading into court this morning?" She was the only one at my bar, I knew I needed to make conversation. The breakfast rush of identical-looking businessmen was over, and now was the slow time before lunch and afternoon meetings.
She nodded. "You better make it a double."
I tried not to roll my eyes and instead made my smile wider as I scooped two perfectly square cubes of ice into a rocks glass. I felt a bit sorry for her client, but she was a great a tipper if not a very sober lawyer. And besides, a good hotel can keep secrets.
I handed her the drink, and then went back to setting up the drink stations for the day: fresh herbs, crystal bar glasses, infused syrups, dark brews of bitters. I watched the busboys scurry around, silently resetting the restaurant into pristine cleanliness.
My manager, Luke, stood near the doorway chatting with one of the waitresses. He was in his mid-thirties, blond, trendy haircut and a tight suit. When he'd come to the hotel, I'd heard he'd been a grungy punk kid. Since then he'd risen up the ranks, grown into his face, gone to the gym, and amassed an impressive collection of bespoke suits. He was cocky, charming, and annoyingly attractive. The man flirted with everyone, and from what one of the waitresses had told me, he never wore any underwear. Usually his gorgeous wife had breakfast at the hotel, keeping a close watch on him, but this morning she was nowhere to be seen.
Alison, one of the waitresses, was taking advantage of that, leaning in to him and touching his arm lightly. She'd been chasing after him forever, and had been the one to tell me about Luke's freeballing. And I could definitely see something sizable begin to grow in his pants, snaking down his left leg.
His eyes met mine across the room, and he flashed me a cheeky smile. I moved my eyes up to meet his gaze, although I doubt he cared that I'd been staring at his crotch. Luke seemed like an equal opportunity exhibitionist.
"What's in all those bottles?" asked the lawyer, snapping me out of my daydream. She pointed at the jars of infused syrups.
I rushed over as I saw her unsteady hand go out for them, and a moment later the front of my crisp white shirt was soaked in cold sugar water.
"Everything all right?" Luke asked. He was next to me in an instant with a stack of napkins, helping to wipe up the mess.
The lady laughed with an embarrassed smile, and at least I knew I was going to get a good tip. "Did I do that?" she managed, but she was staring at my chest, which is now plastered to my body. In the cold, my nipples had stiffened. My abs didn't look bad either.
"Don't worry," I told her, "these accidents happen to me all the time. It's just sugar." I managed to keep a smile on my face.
Alison was trying not to burst out laughing. I looked at Luke intently to gauge his reaction. He reached toward me, and wiped something that was running through my hair and down my cheek. "You've got a bit of something there, mate" he said. I could have sworn that he looked down at my nipples, which seemed to have perked up even more in the frigid AC. But at least he wasn't angry.
"Thanks," I said. "I'm just going to go grab a fresh shirt. I won't be off the floor too long."
I was peeling my shirt off as I stepped into the locker room, almost running straight into Dwayne.
He's one of the doormen, greeting guests and helping them with their bags. The Grand Hotel likes to hire beautiful people, and he's no exception. Tall, bearded, and black, he has the build of a linebacker. Some mornings he'd run into work over the Brooklyn Bridge, and then I'd be treated to him standing in the locker room in just a pair of white briefs, toweling off after a quick shower. Every part of him is enormous: his arms, his chest, his thighs, his bulge, but most of all his ass. Sure enough, that's what had gotten him into trouble today.
"Did you split another pair?" I asked.
Dwayne laughed, and turned around to show me where his pants had split open at the back. I could see the thin fabric of his briefs stretched to contain that magnificent ass. "I was bending down to pick up some bags, and they just fell apart. Again. What happened to you?"
I explained about the drunk lawyer as I finished unbuttoning my shirt. "Morning drunks, am I right?" My pale skin was glistening from the thickening syrup. Dwayne had taken off the ripped pants, and was standing in just his briefs and a button-down shirt. I tried not too look too closely at his bulge, but I couldn't help but peak. The bottom of his shirt ended just at his crotch, pushing away fabric. I could just make out the ridge of a fat cockhead underneath the thin white cotton. I felt my nipples harden to full attention, to say nothing of what was happening in my pants.
I stared down at the bench as I filled out the laundry form and threw it in into a plastic bag with the wet shirt. He was straight, I knew, married even. Although Alison had told me she'd almost gotten with him. She'd been coy though, so I had a feeling they hadn't gotten too far.
When I looked up, he was still staring at me. "She got you good," he said. His crotch was about a foot from my face. I could definitely see the outline of the cockhead, and it getting clearer by the moment. I could also see his wedding ring.
I looked up straight into his eyes. "Yeah, I'm going to have to shower it off."
He didn't move.
I stood up, and began to take off my pants. He stood completely still, watching me. I was down to a pair of black briefs now, and I fiddled around in my locker, allowing his gaze to linger. "Have any soap?" I asked finally. He could probably hear my breathing.
He paused. "Sure, of course." The Grand Hotel had showers for employees, but provided nothing for them. "Need a towel? I keep a spare for when I jog to work."
"Thanks," I said, looking back over my shoulder at him. I caught his eyes glued to my ass, and they snapped away quickly when he realized I was looking at him. All the girls at the hotel were always trying to go after him, but maybe there was a reason why they hadn't had much luck. I kept my gaze focused deep into his eyes, and slowly lowered my underwear down over my ass, sticking it out towards him as I stepped out of them.
He gasped softly, and his cheeks flushed. "That syrup smells strong," he said, handing me the towel.
"It's cardamon," I said, my head getting light with him so close. I could feel the heat from his thighs, only a few inches from my naked body. It was now or never.
I reached back and grabbed his hand and brought his finger to trail in the syrup running down my cheek. It was corny, but there was no mistaking my intentions. I didn't dare turn around.
As though he were hypnotized, Dwayne brought the finger to his lips and tasted the syrup. "Spicy," he said, his eyes never leaving mine as I turned. He looked like he was about to faint.
"Careful you don't want to get any on your shirt," I said, smiling.
He slowly undid the buttons, practically in a trance. "Can't be too careful here," he mumbled. "You know how picky they are about our uniforms." He wasn't wrong. A dirty uniform was probably frowned upon more than what we were about to do.
His shirt came off, revealing enormous pecs and a rigid six-pack. On his chest were a myriad of tattoos, almost fading into the dark skin. I ran my fingers across them as we moved in closer. We paused a moment, our faces close together. Our lips met, and I melted into him completely. We paused, our bodies rubbing together, just the thin fabric covering his crotch.
"We should move this somewhere more private," he said. He grabbed a bottle of body soap, pushed his briefs down off his thighs, and stepped into the shower stall. His ass bounced as he walked. I followed quickly, closing the curtain behind us.
There was Dwayne in all of his glory, naked, waiting for me. For the first time I saw his cock unleashed. It was enormous, sticking straight out from his body. The thick shaft was flanked by massive balls, framed by thick, curly pubic hair. I grabbed it with both hands, sinking to my knees in front of him. I wrapped my lips around the head, and he gave a soft moan.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Suck my dick."
As the water poured over us, I grabbed his shaft, jerking him off, while my lips wrapped tightly around the head. He sighed deeply and ran his fingers through my hair. I went down further, stopping as his cockhead reached the back of my throat. I let myself relax as I prepared to fit that huge cock down my throat. This wasn't a bad start to the day.
I pushed his cockhead deep into my throat, and he moaned loudly. For a moment my gag reflex protested, but I pushed past, and my lips made their way down to the base. I held it there, allowing myself to get used to his girth. I sniffed in his pubes, and the musky sent electricity through my cock. It was dripping with precum.
I pulled off his cock, gasping. I looked up at him. "I've been wanting to do this for a while," I said. "I mean, fuck, every time I see you, I want to rip your pants off."
He smiled contentedly. "You like this cock?" he asked, slapping the long shaft across my face.
"Fuck yeah, feed it to me."
He pushed it forcefully past my lips, thrusting deep into my throat. I began to choke, and he put his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down even deeper. I let my throat open and held it down at the base until I thought I was going to pass out.
Gasping for breath, I wrapped both hands around the base and beginning milk it. He relaxed as he let me take over. "Yeah, that's it. This is just what I've been needing."
I let one of my hands drop to cup those full balls. They were heavy and swollen. When was the last time he came? I could feel the load building up inside of him. His shaft throbbed in my throat as I picked up speed with my hand. He began to thrust again, building up more and more urgency. "I'm going to cum," he gasped.
I dived down to the base of his cock, gulping it down. He moaned, and I felt him begin to throb in my throat. I pulled back, and got his second blast in my mouth. I wanted to to taste his nut. It was thick and salty. He grabbed my head and shoved it all the way in again as he shot one last time deep into my belly.
His cock slapped against my shoulder with a thud as I let it drop from my lips. I was furiously jerking myself. "I'm close," I told him.
Dwayne didn't say anything, just pulled me up and flipped me around in one move, and got down on his knees. He pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt his thick tongue push deep into my ass. I felt the cum boiling in my balls, and my knees began to go weak. Dwayne didn't miss a beat. Holding my thighs steady and pushing even deeper past my sphincter, my cock exploded. "Fuck me!" I screamed.
Wayne stood up suddenly, putting his hand over my mouth to cover my moans. His body covered mine, and his cock rubbed against my ass while the last bits of cum dripped from my cock. We stood like that for a few minutes while the cool water dripped down over us.
Finally he pulled back and slapped his softening cock on my ass. "Next time I'm fucking you," he said.
I turned around and we kissed. "Sure, I'd be down for a next time."
He paused, realizing that he'd probably said more than he'd wanted to. I hadn't forgotten about his wedding ring. "Don't worry," I said. "This stays between us."
For a moment that giant of a man looked like as vulnerable as a child. "You promise?"
"Sure," I said. "Promise."
There was a noise outside, and we both jumped. Dwayne peaked out of the curtain and stepped out, grabbing the towel and wiping off quickly. He pulled back the curtain, and threw me the towel. "No one here."
I couldn't tell what I'd heard, if it was even anything at all. "Probably just housekeeping going past with a cart," I told him.
We dressed quickly in silence. He was ready first, and came awkwardly to my side. "Thanks," he said. "I really needed that."
I could tell he didn't know what to do, so I kissed him quickly on the cheek. I wanted to pull him in for one last embrace, but I could see he was starting to process what he'd just done, and was probably beginning to regret most of it. "Anytime," I said.
He nodded, and then was gone.
When I got back to work, the lawyer was gone. Luke was standing behind the bar. "Took you a while," he said.
"Couldn't find a shirt," I told him.
He reached out and touched the edge of my lip with his thumb. "Think you missed a spot," he said.
I looked around quickly. There was nobody else around. The busboys were polishing silver in the back. The waitstaff was mostly already down in the cafeteria. There were a few random tables far away from us, nobody looking our way.
I met his eye, and he had that mischievous twinkle. He raised his finger to his nose and sniffed. "Cardamon?"
How long had he been watching? "Strong stuff," I managed to say weakly.
He leaned back on the counter lazily, and his pants stretching obscenely over his bulge. "Don't worry," he said. "Your secret is safe with me." His hand came down and adjusted his crotch as he winked at me, and then sauntered off.