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Hotel/Seminar Experience, Part 2
We were on the same floor. When I said good night, he stepped up and pulled me in for a tender deep kiss that had my juices flowing. We both had an early day tomorrow for day 2 of the seminar. When I got back to the room, the red light on the phone was flashing. Message from Jason: "I want to finish what we started. If not tonight, tomorrow, call me."
I called Jason prior to going to bed; we spoke for about 30-45 minutes. He told me he saw Paul and I chatting in the bar and thought we were lovers; he said that the 'energy' between Paul and I was intense.
I thought, "Intense? Was I there?"
Jason thought we both were hot; he liked my Pacific Islander look.
He confessed he called the bartender to find out our names and room number when we paid for our drinks. So when I called down to the front desk he knew who I was, and thought the condoms (plural) was for Paul and me. I laughed because he sounded so sweet.
I told him I like his Eurasian look and had we not been interrupted we would have definitely ended having sex. I asked why he
left in a hurry. He replied he was just afraid.
I told him what happened between Paul and I in the shower and that Paul had hoped for a threesome.
Jason told me he was hard and wanted to have phone sex with me. I told him why not wait until tomorrow.
"No I can't I have been thinking about you ever since I left your room!" he said.
I asked him what he would do or have happened if he was here with me now. He said he would lick and kiss me all over. He would take my cock deep in his throat and suck me to the edge of cumming.
I encouraged him with my moans as I stroked myself. He told me he would rim my ass and tease me with his cock head against my butt hole until I begged him to enter me. He was very vivid in his desire to take me, and I stroked my cock--- it was 1:30AM and I needed to sleep.
I was close to cumming, and told him I. Jason coaxed me, "c'mon buddy I gonna cum now." I heard
him moan, "aah fuck, I'm cumming!"
I too blasted my load. I scooped up my cum and brought it too my mouth and another scoop. It tasted salty yet sweet. I rubbed the rest on my abs. The smell of cum filling my senses. I bid the kid a good night.
I slept like a baby.
I woke up without assist of the alarm, and my morning woody. I was gonna call room service for breakfast when I get a call from Paul, "wanna join me for breakfast? I already put your order in."
"You what?" I asked, "how do yo know what I like?"
Paul answered, "I remembered what you like for breakfast--you told me last night." He remembered a
lot from our conversation last night: for example: what time I like to eat my breakfast before class.
I told him he have to change the room number and come to my suite for breakfast. "No problema!" Paul said cheerfully.
"Damn, is he one of those perky and cheerful men in the morning?" I thought.
10 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Paul-- bright eyed and all smiles. He had a tank top on and sweats and socks. I, on the other hand had boxers, tank top and socks.
He messed my hair as he walked in, kind of kissed my neck, and said "did you have
some action last night?"
I looked at him quizzically. I told him what happened last night with phone sex with Jason. As I shared what happened, Paul fidgeted and adjusted his crotch.
"Jason said he would rub his cock along my butt crack and wait for me to beg him to fuck me," I quoted Jason's words to Paul.
Paul just smiled.
Room service was delivered by a good looking guy with glasses--Ron. (I make it a habit to read names tags, and mention their name when I say thank you, etc.) Let me remind you this is the Hilton at LaJolla and it seemed that all the employees were good looking.
Ron stood about 6' brown curly locks with reddish tints from the sun, and he filed his pants nicely.
"Hey Paul! You have to sign the tab after all you placed the order in." I kind of directed Paul.
Paul seemed hesitant because he had a boner. He stood up and his sweat pants were stretched to its limit. There was no way he could hide it from either of us.
Ron seemed very interested and could not take his eyes off Paul's cock. I
walked over at Ron's side and made some comment about Paul's morning woody. Paul grabbed his cock gesturing to me. Meanwhile, Ron just stood there looking at Paul's stretched out sweat pants now with a wet spot.
I stood next to Ron and asked him "How big do you think he is?"
Ron was quickly answered, "About 6' tall?"
"Nah, I'd say at least 8 inches." I teased.
Paul signed the tab and as he held the receipt to Ron, he told Ron "My eyes are up here." Paul must have given Ron a nice tip judging by Ron's smile as he surveyed the tab for the tip amount.
Ron looked at Paul and me asked "Is there was anything else I can do for you."
"Why don't you check back after 5:30. We should be done with class." I actually asked him to check back.
I kidded Paul about his boner and grabbed a feel. Damn, his cock felt huge not just length wise but thick.
We had our breakfast.
Paul left to dress; and I did my three S's.
Paul and I sat next to each other in class and during lab we worked on each other, and playful when appropriate.
During break for lunch we ate a the hotel. Jason was working, and Ron was now working in the dining room, and was our busboy. He was attentive, and at one point he reached down and adjusted out napkins! Paul and I were both caught off guard.
"Hey Paul, you ever thought about making that threesome a reality? or what about foursome?" I asked Paul.
Paul was all wide eyed and eager to hear what I had up my sleeve.
I
knew Jason thought we both were attractive and by the way Ron was attending to us, I think he would be receptive.
Plan: I would tell Jason I want to practice some STM on him, and Paul would tell Ron the same. We could meet in my room or Paul's.
I called the front desk and spoke to Jason. He seemed eager.
Paul spoke to Ron, and Ron wanted to know what was in store for him. Like a little hustler he was. Paul told him a STM session, drinks and dinner.
We go back to the seminar for the afternoon session.
Very rarely have I attended a seminar and actually met someone, who I felt good positive energy, and Paul had good energy. We clicked from the first day at the seminar.