My Last Night in Town © 2013 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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"...and thank you for your kind applause. This concludes our presentation, as you exit the room one of my assistants will give you a copy of this week's seminar in DVD as well as an envelope that contains complimentary passes for both tonights dinner and tomorrows breakfast buffet here in this hotel."
I had eaten in that buffet every day for the past week, by now I suspect that I had gained ten pounds at least, still the food was good and a man had to eat didn't he? My only regret was that I hadn't had anyone to share it with since the pass was good for both me and a guest and I was here alone. Oh well, I headed for the bar – after all the bullshit I had listened to I needed something to wash it down – I guess the boss thought he was doing me a favor sending me to Atlantic City for a week, all expenses paid, only he seemed to forget that I lived in the city that Atlantic City was trying to be, Las Vegas, and a week in a casino hotel wasn't all that much of a treat.
I finished my drink, turned down two working girls, and headed to the elevator lobby to go up and get into something a bit more comfortable. Since I was going to go down to the buffet in a bit I couldn't get as totally comfortable as I would like, but I didn't think that they would welcome me with open arms if I were to arrive in the nude.
The boss had intended to make this trip himself so he had booked one of those VIP suites with an in-room jacuzzi and a view out over the boardwalk into the ocean. When at the last moment he hadn't been able to make the trip he couldn't change the accommodations so along with the first class plane ticket I had one of the suites that generally only went to high-rollers.
To get to the elevator lobby I passed the arcade where the games that the kids could play – now I hadn't played many video games since "Space Invaders" so I didn't pay much attention to them, only hotel security was blocking access to the elevators due to some sort of injury of a customer and the paramedics were working in the lobby. The security guard said I would have to use the stairs if I was in a hurry, that they were sorry for the delay, but it would only be a few minutes. Since the stairs all the way up to the 37th floor didn't appeal to me I decided to wait and walked into the arcade. Like I said I hadn't been in a video arcade in a long time and I was amazed at the sort of games there were in there. Now the video arcade games didn't pay off in money, but based on what I had experienced in slot machines there was any difference. Back in the corner there was a bank of old-fashioned pin-ball games – well, not exactly old-fashioned since I had never seen anything like them back when I was a kid but at least they still had a steel ball that bounced around on a slanted play-board.
The games weren't all that special, but the only kid who was playing one of them certainly was. He was somewhere between 16 and 18, about 5'7" and perhaps 130# with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was a real keeper to say the least. Oh yeah, and he really knew how to play the game – he was racking up the points hot and heavy and even managed to earn an extra ball before he lost the one he was playing almost every time. Finally his string of luck ran out and his last ball fell off the board – the display asked him to place his name as the new champion and when he did so I noticed that the top seven scores were all his.
"Not a bad run," I said as he finished entering his name.
"I've done better, the machine erases the high scores every week so if you want your name to be on top you have to come and play again next week."
"Now if you could only do that well on the slots," I said.
"First I have to be allowed to play them and for that I still have a four year wait."
That made him 17, I guess my ability to guess ages hadn't deserted me. "You live here then?"
"Yeah, at least for the moment."
"I didn't know that local guys were even allowed to come in to play in the arcade," I seen security hustle some kids out of the place a couple of day ago and when I asked I was told that the arcade was only for the guests of the hotel.
"Oh, I'm not local, Aunt Jes and I are staying here while she works in the cabaret, she is part of the singing group and when they extended her stay for the rest of the summer she got them to include a bungalow out back so I guess you could say I'm living here at the moment."
"That doesn't sound like too bad a deal, living in a hotel on the Boardwalk for the summer."
"Yeah, I got everything, a pool, the beach, the Boardwalk, everything except I don't know anyone, even when I meet someone he is only going to be here for another day or two at the most. To be quite honest with you I sick of it, I just want to go back home where at least I have a few friends."
"Well, you said you were here with your Aunt Jes, what about going home to your parents?"
He laughed. "Sure, only mom died three years ago ..."
"Sorry," interjected.
"... thanks, and the last I heard my sperm-donor dad was doing 25 to life for killing her."
Oops, I think I had put my foot in that one.
"And it's not like any of my friends are going to be able to make a trip from Montana to Atlantic City during the summer when they are all expected to be at home working on the ranch from sunrise to sunset. So I guess Atlantic City is a great place to be – NOT!"
"I guess I can identify with that a little bit since this isn't any treat for me either – I live in Las Vegas for sure the casinos and such are nothing special to me either."
"Yeah, but at least you can get a drink or see a show if you want to. I've eaten in that coffee shop so much that I think I know the menu better than the waitress's."
I chuckled, then I had a thought, "Do you ever eat in the buffet?"
"Not a chance, you have to be over 21 to get in without someone escorting you and Aunt Jes is either working or sleeping whenever it is open."
"Well, I think I'm well over 21 and I just happen to have an extra pass for dinner in the buffet tonight so how about I invite you to join me?"
"Hey man, I'm sorry if it sounded like I was telling you my tale of woe just to get something out of you, that was the last thing on my mind."
"No problem. I'm tired of eating alone and as for eating with any of the others who are here for the seminar, I've had enough of them to last me for a while at least."
He gave me a smile that I think might contribute to global warming.
"I don't want to be a problem," he said.
Him, a problem? Not too likely. I glanced out into the hallway and say that security was now allowing the normal passage of people into the elevator lobby. "I'm just going to go up to my suite for a minute and change."
"What are you going to change into?" he asked with a smile.
"Oh, a wise guy, huh? I think we are going to get along just fine. Why don't you come up with me. I've got one of those fancy high-roller VIP suites and the view is fantastic."
"You're sure?"
"You're not going to knock me on the head and take the few dollars I have in my pocket are you?"
He laughed again. "Nothing less than $1,000,000 and a weeks head start for me."
"Then let's go." I turned and headed toward the elevator. As I waited I realized that I didn't even know my new friend's name. Oh well, what's in a name when the boy is as lovely as this one.
I opened the door and ushered him inside the suite. The view up and down the Boardwalk was magnificent to say the least. There were still plenty of people out on the sand as well an a number of sailboats running up and down the coastline and several freighters inbound and outbound. If you looked almost straight down you could see the parade of people, some of them just moving from one hotel to another while others were still looking out at the sand and sea and he seemed to be fascinated by all of it.
He looked over at the Jacuzzi and then asked, "Have you used that?"
"A couple of times."
"But can't people out on the beach look up into the room?"
"Nah, from the outside the windows look like mirrors, even at night when the room is lit up. The mirrored look, combined with the outside lights that bathe the entire building, make it impossible to see in from the outside."
"Far out," he said.
It only took me a couple of minutes to change from the suit and tie I had worn all day to jeans and a polo shirt with sneakers that was what I wore most of the time. "You ready to go?" I asked as I re-entered the room.
He looked up, "You sure changed fast," he said, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, lead on."
When we got down to the buffet room there was a rather long line only my guest card also worked as a line pass and we were quickly seated. The food was first class and as I watched him eat I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't want to have to feed him all the time – I was amazed that he was still so thin with the amount of food he managed to put away. As for me, well I did my share of damage with a knife and fork, only my attention was diverted much of the time by just watching this lovely young man – the most I saw the more I wanted to see. There hadn't been much conversation and I really think that I could have almost read from the sparks generated by his fork hitting the plate, but he wasn't impolite or anything like that, but it looked like he hadn't seen food in a week.
After a couple of exotic desserts I sat back to allow my mean settle a bit before I went anywhere. The server came over to ask if there was anything else he could get us and my first thought was to ask if they had a wheelchair to carry me up to my suite after eating that much, and now that he mentioned it perhaps he would like to stay and help me undress, only I didn't say anything except to thank him for his first class service.
When the server had left my dinner guest spoke, "Are you going to use that Jacuzzi tonight?"
"I was thinking about it, only first I have to get together the energy to make it from here back up to my suite." I chuckled.
"If you really need help I'm sure I can provide it," he said with a smile. "But if you were going to use the Jacuzzi I was going to ask if I might be able to join you. I've only used one a couple of times and never one that large or with that sort of a view."
I laughed. "I think that could be arranged."
"Great."
I rose from the table and together the two of us headed back toward the elevators. He walked right beside me and occasionally managed to rub his shoulder against my arm. Was he making sure I understood his intentions? I certainly hoped so.
Back in the suite I went over to the Jacuzzi and looked at the temperature gage, it was warm but not as warm as I wanted to I reset the thermostat and turned on the water jets. "It should be ready in about ten minutes," I said. "Would you like something to drink while we're waiting?"
He nodded his agreement.
I looked into the mini-fridge, "I've got cola and beer."
He looked at me and smiled that ten thousand watt smile of his.
"I guess a beer won't hurt you," I said as I pulled two out and opened then. Then I crossed the room and handed one to him.
"Here's to good friends, present and absent," he said as he touched his bottle to mine and then be both took a drink.
After a couple of minutes of silence while we both just looked out as the last of the sunlight disappeared and the lights on the Boardwalk came on to illuminate the sand closest to it while the actual edge disappeared in the darkness, he said, "I don't have any sort of swimsuit you know."
"That's okay."
"And I'm going commando at the moment."
I smiled, "I never wear anything in a Jacuzzi either."
He smiled and then placed his beer on the end table before pulling his t-shirt off over his head. I've known plenty of guys who would have at least started to turn away at this point but he didn't. After he threw the t-shirt on the couch he kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his socks, stuffing them into his shoes. I just stood there and watched.
"Only one more item to remove, remember, I said I was going commando," he said with a wicked smile.
I started to undress myself, it sort of felt strange to be undressing in front of a window that looked out onto the beach, only I reminded myself that no one could see into the suite, even if they had been hanging there on a rope. When I got down to my briefs I stuck my thumbs into the waistband and shoved then down as well so that I now stood there in front of this lovely young man in nothing more than my birthday suit.
He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants so that they fell to his ankles, it took all of my will-power to keep from allowing my jaw to drop open. He was beautiful to say the least. His circumcised boyhood displayed a good seven inches in length and a good two inches in diameter, and it grew from a totally smooth groin. The first time I had seen him I was impressed, but now that I had seen all of him I knew that I was more than impressed, when nature made him they must have thrown away the mold as I had never seen the likes of him in all my days. I felt my manhood stirring and I knew that if I didn't get into the water where the turbulence would hide my growing erection I was going to be standing there with a massive hard-on. Quickly I stuck one foot into the bubbling water.
"It feels about right," I said as I stepped down into the pool and sat down so that the water came up to my nipples.
He followed me into the water and sat down on the underwater bench directly across from me. Both of us could look to one side and see the beach, only my eyes were only directed at him.
"Man, now this is the way to end a day," he said as I reached back to capture his beer and take a long pull.
I was afraid to say much of anything, afraid that what ever I might say could cause him to decide to leave, and for sure that was something that I didn't what to have happen.
He took another swallow and then placed his beer back on the table, then he slid forward a bit until he was into the water up to his neck with his feet floating directly at me. Through the bubbling water I was 100% sure but it looked as if I wasn't the only one who was having a problem hiding an erection. Since he didn't have any pubic bush it didn't stand out quite as much, but I know that way I saw was more than enough.
"You like the view?" he asked as he slowly worked his way around the pool until he was directly beside me. "I know I do."
Before I could say anything his hand drifted over onto my thigh, his fingers working their way in between my legs so that one digit could start rubbing against my scrotum. My nine inch man-tool was quick to react to his touch, standing long and proud. Even before I could start to return the pleasures he was giving me he moved around onto his knees directly in front of me, his other hand joining the first one as both hands started to work their way down into the crack of my ass until one finger managed to find the rosebud of my puckered anus. I used my arms to help support my shoulders so that he could manage to move my ass off the bench and up into the water, bring my cock up to where the head now broke through into the air above the water line.
He bent forward, first pulling back the amply foreskin and exposing the purple mushroom of my cockhead. He bent forward a bit more and touched the tip of his tongue on the very tip and then he lowered himself a bit more until his lips were now kissing it as his tongue began trying to gain entry into the piss slit on the very tip. After washing the smooth skin that surrounded the slit he opened his mouth and slowly pressed forward until he had the entire cockhead inside his mouth and then clamped his lips around the gans to help hold it in place.
After spending a bit more time working on the mushroom-shaped cockhead he slowly started working his lips down the shaft when the head slowly pressed deeper and deeper into the hot confines of his oral cavity until the head bumped against the entry to his throat. He stopped and used his tongue to wash the fleshy invader while he used one hand to massage the several inches of meat that still remained outside him. Now he pressed harder until finally his muscles relaxed and the cockhead was able to once again move forward, this time deeply into his waiting throat until his lips and nose were buried in the wiry hair of my pubic bush. Now he used his hand to rub his throat as my throbbing man-tool enjoyed the tight confines of his throat.
I was beginning to become concerned about his lack of oxygen when he pulled back until only my cockhead was still captured at which time he took several deep breaths before once again swallowing my fleshy pole into his throat. Again and again he took the invader deep inside him while using his throat muscles to massage my tool and then suddenly I felt my nuts starting to withdraw into their sac as they started to pulse and deposit the first of several large loads of my juices deep into his throat. He pulled back until my loads were filling his mouth now so that he might taste the juices as I deposited them, again and again until finally it petered out as he sucked the last few drops into his vacuuming mouth. It was only when he was certain that he couldn't find any more that he sat back up and allowed my bottom to fall back to the seat under the water.
"You taste good," he said as he licked his lips.
I just smiled as I now moved myself around in an attempt to duplicate his actions only to have him stop me.
"Please," he said, "I am a total bottom, I don't need or want you to do anything that might cause me to feel the least bit in control. It is my mission to provide for your pleasure."
I thought about that for a moment, could it be that someone had sent him to me as a gift of some sort. "Were you told to pick me up?" I finally asked. "Did you expect me?"
"No Sir," he said.
"Then ..." I started to ask only he stopped me.
"Sometimes things happen," he said with a slight smile.
He ran his hand back across my thigh and then nestled his head against me. At that point I didn't feel that I needed to ask any more questions, at least for the moment, and just enjoyed his being there beside me in the warm jets of water.
We must have sat there in silence except for the rushing of the water jets for at least half an hour until both of us were beginning to look almost like prunes. Personally I was afraid that I might doze off and end up drowning, I was tired to begin with and now after the massive orgasm he had coaxed from me coupled with the warm water massage I was falling asleep. I disturbed him a bit as I started to stand. At once he sprung to his feet and climbed from the water ahead of me, grabbing one of the towels that were on the stand beside the Jacuzzi and handing it to me and then helping me to climb from the swirling waters. Only after I was standing on the carpet did he take a towel for himself which he actually didn't use right away as he directed all of his attention to helping me dry first.
"That was great, but now I think I need a shower to wash away the chlorine before I get some sleep – I have a fairly early flight in the morning."
He just smiled and then followed me into the bathroom off the Master bedroom. To say that the bathroom was large was really an understatement – it was huge, and I suspect that at least four guys could have showered at the same time without feeling crowded. There were shower heads at three different levels along the walls as well as some that flowed down from the ceiling and even a couple that came up from the floor. I had been enjoying this shower ever since I arrived but this was the first time that I had been able to share it with another person.
When I started to wash he stopped me and took the bar of soap from me and began to wash me himself – his touch was almost electric as he didn't miss a single inch of my body. He paid careful attention to my cock and balls, but didn't try to bring me back to full erection. Then when he had finished, while I was rinsing he quickly washed himself and then when I turned off the water he used two towels to dry me with the same attention to detail that he had used while I was showering. Again he dried himself quickly and then joined me in the bedroom.
"Would you like me to stay with you tonight?" he asked in an almost shy voice.
Instead of answering him I wrapped my arms around his smooth body and dragged both of us into the bed. It was only I thought about it for a moment that I asked, "Will your Aunt Jes be worried if you aren't home when she gets in?"
"Not a problem."
I took him at his word and pulled him up tight against me, spoon fashion, my arm around him, inhaling the scent of him. I felt I was in heaven.
I awoke and it took a moment to remember where I was and who I was with. The room was still dark, there wasn't even any light trying to peer through the heavy drapes across the large windows so I knew that it was still well before dawn. I did have a flight home in the morning, but I had made sure that I didn't have to be to the airport until at least noon, I hate to have to get up and going before the crack of dawn.
And thinking about cracks, I now felt that my cock was fully erect and was rubbing inside the crack between the ass-cheeks of my new friend. He was directing me toward the puckered rosebud of his anus. It became obvious in a hurry that he had already been working some lubrication in to make it easier to enter him. I pressed just a bit and felt my cock pushing into his welcoming anal opening. It didn't take very long for him to start pressing back harder against me and before very long I felt the lips of his boy-pussy clamp around the head of my cock, welcoming the fleshy invader inside him.
I just lay there for a bit, enjoying the feeling as his anal muscles worked their magic around my rigid tool, and then he pressed back more to start swallowing more of the rigid cock. I pressed forward myself as inch after inch of my meat made its way inside him until I felt his ass-cheeks bump against my groin, I had entered him completely in a single stroke.
He started to moan as I slowly moved us so that now he was on his stomach and I was plowing into him from above. I started to grind myself against him while he clawed against the pillows. "Fuck me. FUCK ME! Please FUCK ME!" he moaned through clenched teeth.
I used my hands to pull him up onto his knees, being careful not to allow my man-tool to pull back out of him, and then when I did finally did withdraw a bit it was only to plow back into him again.
"YES, FUCK ME, HARD!" he shouted it this time as he pushed back against the male pole that had invaded his anal cavity.
I started a rhythmic pattern of strokes which increased in tempo as I enjoyed the hot warmth of his love-canal. His sphincter grasped tightly to the invader, doing its best to make sure that it didn't completely withdraw. Deeper and deeper I drove into him while he moaned encouragement, telling me to fuck him harder and harder. I knew that it wasn't going to take very much time for me to blast my load of hot man-juices into him – my balls were ready to explode. And then it happened, suddenly I knew that I couldn't hold off any longer, I was going to have to pour into him the hot juices that his talented anal muscles had coaxed out of me – with a shout of my own the first load of jism blasted into him.
As I erupted inside him I felt his body shake as well and when I ran my hand underneath him I encountered his puddle of cum that I had actually fucked out of him.
He collapsed into the cum puddle while his sphincter muscles did their best to trap my now deflating member until it once reached its flaccid state and withdrew with an audible 'Pop!' I fell onto the bed beside him and then pulled him tight against me, kissing his neck and then giving him a long, hard open-mouthed kiss that we only broke because both of our bodies were crying out for fresh air. We snuggled back together and fell back into a state of sexually satisfied sleep.
When I woke the room was still dark, only now I could see that bright sunshine was beating against the windows that faced the ocean view. At the same time I realized that I was alone in the bed. I didn't hear any sounds from either the bathroom or the front room – where was my sexy bed partner from the night before?
I have to admit that my first thought when I found that he was gone was to check to see that nothing besides my load of cum had left the room with him, a quick check showed that everything was as it should be and I chastised myself for automatically thinking the worst of him. The only evidence in the room that he had ever been there was the now dry puddle cum on the bed and the extra used towels, if not for that I might have thought that he was just a very vivid dream.
As I was leaving the hotel a couple of hours later I noticed that the marquis near the front entrance that showed all of the acts that were currently appearing in the hotel did not include and female singers, let alone one named 'Jes'. It was at that time that I realized that I had never even learned his name, but for sure I wasn't ever going to forget him.
The End