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"ROAD TRIP Sweet Dreams" wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Fine host he turned out to be!"
"Oh, Anthony. You really can't be mad at John, can you?"
With the pawing on my arm, I couldn't. Already, Roberto's dark eyes began apologizing for our host and his nephew.
"I suppose not."
Another reason stoked my mind.
"What?"
'Dammit!' I thought. `How does he always suspect there's something I'm not telling him?'
"You're hiding something from me, Anthony."
"Um, okay."
"I knew it!"
"Yeah, well okay, but I better not hear of you saying anything."
"Saying anything? We'll probably never come back through here again, Anthony."
My lover's comment gave me a sad impression of dissapointment. But I knew something he didn't!
"I guess you didn't pick up on John's visit?"
"Visit? Like whom?"
"Us. Said he would stop on the way to meet his top buddies for their annual fishing trip."
"Cool! Is he bringing Tenn?"
"10?"
"Alvin. You don't remember...."
"Oh, that's right. I don't know where my mind is."
"Well, Anthony, I don't think it's entirely on the driving."
I smiled, as Roberto reclined in the bucket seat. That night I didn't have to go through the story of why John requested my presence in his room. Expecting the worst, him wanting to use my ass, I got filled up with pride, when he told me he's never had a man go up against him like I did. He said I had guts'. Anyway, I was bowled over with surprise when he took out the cuffs, putting them on his own wrists, taking what looked like a dog collar, he had me put it around his' neck, said I was helping him fulfill some sort of kinky fantasy'. Of course, I hadn't let on to Roberto, but would most likely tell him sometime of how hot it felt breaking in John's virgin ass. Of course, if I mentioned any of this to my lover, I'd have to throw in the same caution John gave me, if anybody finds out, I'm dead meat'. I'm not sure John really meant that, the way he kissed my lips. The clincher, something that I could see dying for, if word ever got out, is allowing me to whip his ass with a flogger, for promising to put us up for the night and then having to uninvite us, due to the fact all rooms had been utilized for his dungeon guests. I thought about fitting into Alvin's bed, but when I returned, Roberto had informed me of the four other guys, in the bed, had been bottom guests'. Oh well', I thought `Hyatt, here we come!'
"Are we there yet?" I heard recited between a yawn.
"Should be, according to John's directions. Man do I need sleep!"
"Want me to drive?"
I wasn't sure. I've never seen him drive. Maybe he drove like a maniac. When I saw the five story skyscraper, with the big R-A-D-I-S....
"Hey! This isn't the Hyatt!"
"No. It's even better!"
I couldn't contest Roberto's thinking. Looking up hotels, online, back at Miguel's, the Radisson had like ten stars more than the other hotels.
"I hope they have cute bellhops."
"I'm tired and we both need sleep, my love. Besides...."
"I like that!"
"What?"
"When you call me your `love'."
"Oh? By the way I hear' that you had the time of your life' with John's top buddies, I'd think you got used to being called, `boy'?"
"That was only roleplaying. And yeah, it was kind of hot. I'd do it again."
Something else then clouded his mind. I could tell.
"What?"
"Um, you're not... roleplaying are you, Anthony?"
I cleared my throat before confronting him.
"I'm going to do us both a favor and forget you asked me that!"
"Okay, so I'm an idiot for asking. I didn't think it was so..."
For the next minute or two, I just paid attention to the driving, hearing Roberto's rants and raves, trying to talk me out of ever asking me in the first place, etc., etc., as I tried following the snake turns, leading to the parking lot of the hotel. Finally, having enough of his gibberish, I deviated to a different subject matter.
"Um, did you get enough protein for one day?"
"Maybe."
I shut him up, got him to thinking.
Breaking the silence, he resigns to, "Yeah. I mean it'll last me until you've got your reservoir filled up again."
I liked that rebuttal! Yep, I was fitting into this top mold real well! Roberto, sitting back in the seat, rubbing his shirted tummy, I detected something he wasn't sharing.
"Maybe? What aren't you telling me, Roberto?"
He forced a grin.
"Well? Out with it."
"Yes, Sir," he mocked my authoritative manner. "After you left, I sucked George dry. I mean I didn't mean to. He said he needed his cock lubed up, for Tenn's ass and I volunteered."
"Is it any wonder?"
"He tasted good."
Then, my love went into this big desertation, pointing out how George didn't deliver right away, but instructed how he wanted his shaft tongue-massaged, around the flange of his 10c...
"Whew! He got me beat!"
I'm not sure the thoughts running through Roberto's head, at this point, but I sensed an afterthought.
"Um, not that I don't like your's Anthony. I mean... damn, you should have seen him impale Tenn. Y'know, I don't think I would want a shaft that big poking me in the guts?"
"Is that a fact?"
Of course, if I had sensed some type of jealousy and my love picked up on it, the little peck on the cheek, the one to remind me he still loved me, would have healed all wounds.
"Man was he good. He got hard almost right away. He was big too."
I rolled my eyes, hearing the last detail of his encounter with George. But then, I had a lingering desire of my own.
"How big?" I began to get absorbed into his thinking. "I mean. You know. Fat?"
"Nah. Well yeah, maybe. No, now that I think about it, I couldn't fit him in all the way, until I tried taking him down my throat. Then I remember Tenn trying to break us up, because he wanted George's shaft in his ass. Hee heee... but Tenn got gypped big time."
"Oh? How's that go?"
"Hee hee..."
Roberto clapped his hands, as if to state he put a big one over on Alvin.
"Before George got completely clear of my mouth, he exploded."
"'Bet that pissed Alvin off, big time!"
"Exactly what I would have thought, but get this. George was already on his way out. Sure, I got a fair share of his protein."
"And the rest?"
Still with the gigglies, my love replies, "Have you ever heard those stories of people who have bursts of strengths?"
"Um, weightlifters?"
"No. Okay, listen to this, awhile ago this boy was in a locked car, in a parking lot. His mother suddenly sees the car rolling."
"I didn't think cars did that anymore."
"Will ya shutup and listen stoopid?"
I laughed. If I didn't know him from Adam - hmmm - I would've been piss-ed-ly angry, however I let him continue, smiling.
"So, the car starts rolling, with the kid inside. Not thinking of herself, only her kid, she leaps out in front of the SUV, puts her hands on the hood, braces her feet against the pavement and stops the car."
"Maybe it didn't have a chance to get started?"
"That's what I thought, until she reversed the vehicle and pushed it back up the hill and get this, over the cement thing, which kept the wheels from rolling."
"Was she Amazonian?"
"What's that?"
I dropped the Wonderwoman bit, as I pulled into a parking place.
"Never mind. We're here."
Roberto wasn't quite finished, filling me in with how Alvin, not your average workout nut, grabbed George, whom has a hefty build, switched him over his own bod, took his cock in mouth and milked him dry.
"But get this, George kept saying how he liked the way I tongue-bathed his cock. Plus, his cum was steaming hot when he came... man, I could feel nine or ten ropes shoot into my mouth."
"Without spilling any?"
"I caught some on my chin, but scooped it up with my finger."
"Finger-licking good, huh?"
"He had a good taste to him."
"I wonder how many Alvin got?"
"Dunno. I was too busy licking my lips."
"Like I said. You got your fill of protein."
"I guess you can say that. Man, George was spent. I thought he broke every bone in Tenn's body when he collapsed on him."
"Except maybe one bone?"
"Don't worry. Our manseed didn't go to waste, when the door opened and in sprints four other dudes."
"Don't tell me."
He collapsed back in the already reclined seat, saying, "Oh man did Rafael taste good... and, this guy, named Michael, man could he suck cock."
"I'd like to hear the rest of this, but my eyelids are getting kind of heavy here."
"From working over John's chute?"
"Well, you are right on the money."
"Did he have a hot ass to fuck?"
We had been sitting in the parking lot for five minutes, as I listened, my own fuck tool becoming engourged in it's polyester prison. I wanted to share my whole experience, but I needed my beautyrest, plus tomorrow we had a long drive ahead of us. As we vacated my Lexus, Roberto, taking a knapsack, his essentials, plus his laptop, we walked to the grand entrance of the Raddison.
"Take your bag, Sir?"
I suppose I wasn't too tired to monitor the young men that buzzed around the doors sliding open, plus this older, bear-type, who kind of appealed to me.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean what happened?"
"Shhh," Roberto shushed me.
It felt kind of awkward, but then again, hot, as we stood in the elevator, the bellhop in front of us both, holding our bags. Roberto wouldn't entrust his laptop to him, so slung the strap over his shoulder.
After we got in our room, tip all squared away, he says, "He was eyeing us up."
"How so?"
"Reflection in the elevator doors. Geesh, Anthony. He was looking straight at you."
"You don't say?"
"Of course, that's after he checked `me' out!"
I slapped Roberto's ass, as he stood there, trying out the hot and cold water, at the tub, for his `asshole' remark.
"Nice."
I rolled my eyes. I didn't mean it to feel good!
"You coming?" he questioned me, stepping into the spacious shower stall.
"I'm right behind you, my love."
I detected a smile, in the sideview, as his mouth curled up. He accused me of not being tired, when he stopped short and my privates matched up with his ass crevice. Then again, I didn't hide my affection, as the water drenched our combined bods, my arms caressing his skinny torso.
"Oooooh that feels so, so awesome! More! More!"
I'm not sure whom was getting the most out of this, him or me. My palms, flat against him, found their way up his tight stomach, over his skinny pecs, picking up on the tiny nubs. Separating my fingers, closing them, they caught his pec niblets in between.
"Mmmmmmmmm... almost as good as what they did to us at the dungeon party!"
"Dungeon party? That's right. While John had me hanging by my arms, humiliating me, you had the time of your life, serving up to some hot tops!"
"Get off it Anthony. No different than with my brother. You can't tell me you weren't having a fuckin' good time!"
I had to stop and think a minute.
"Well? Confess."
I had to tell him the truth. Even John had noticed my hard, leaking shaft, when he held me in bondage.
"Excuse me!"
Both of us, dumfounded, stopped our chatting, frozen in place.
"Answer him!" Roberto whispered, ordering me to respond to the voice outside the shower.
"Um, yes?"
"I'm kind of embarrassed here, but it'll be my head on the chopping block, if the boss gets any complaints for not leaving fresh towels out for you-sorry I walked in on you like this, but nobody answered the door and..."
"You can leave the towels on the vanity."
"Um yeah, okay, but, if I put them there, they will all tumble off."
Roberto could see I was getting impatient.
"Then leave them `wherever'!"
We could both see through the wavy pattern in the glass shower door, of a black uniformed figure, bending this way and that way, to place the towels evenly around the jon, lifting his arms up, to reach the rack over the toliet bowl and other high places. Roberto reached his right arm over his left shoulder, to gain my attention, when he detected the figure turning towards us, trying to see inside. After this, I didn't put it past Roberto to do anything outlandish. Sliding the door open, he reached out. I'm surprised his lanky bod could afford the expelling of energy and muscle. Grabbing hold of the housekeeper's outfit, he pulled him towards us.
"Whoooooooooooooooa! Oh shit!"
His cute little black cap wound up in the drain, bottling up the collection of water.
"How's the view from this side? Better?" Roberto confronts him.
"Um.. What are you talking about? Hey, I'm getting wet!"
There the guy sat, half in the tub, his feet still in the dry area, over the tub wall, his back leaning against my love's right leg. This drew him into a position of looking straight up at a set of hairy balls and cock. I even smiled, knowing the unknown, when the guy, whom looked no older than your usual college jock - I oughta know, being a college coach - swiped the oncoming rush of water out of his face, so he could clearly see above.
"Want it?"
I let my love do the bargaining. He was good at it, as per his brotherly connection.
"I beg your pardon?"
Suddenly, my balls started churning and I wanted part of the action.
So, I offered, "Get off it kid, if I gave you the chance, you would be begging to suck both of us!"
We both stare down towards the drain, the shower still cascading over our nude bods and our clothed stalker. He breathed heavily, obviously trying to figure out the whole scenario.
Then the absurd question came, "You guys gay?"
I had to giggle at Roberto's response.
"Here we are, two guys in the shower together. What do you think?"
"Um..."
I saw him switch his vision, trying to keep the water from out of his face, his eyes switching back and forth from my love's facial explanation, to what kept his attention between his legs. To make matters easier, I reached out, and bopped the main water valve. Pressing into the wall, the shower ceased, at the same time breaking the towel-guy out of his mesmerized state of being.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna catch hell!"
I felt for the guy, as he tried planing the water off the front of him.
"Yeah. Okay. I'm sorry."
I could see my love's concern as being genuine. Same here.
"I suppose I deserved it," he contested.
"Maybe I could have just flicked the door open, scared you or something."
"Oh, I was scared plenty. I could've hit my head or something, if I didn't land with my back against your...soft leg?"
It wasn't Roberto's leg making his attention return to what lay above. With his nervy attitude, Roberto tried honestly helping the man out.
"Are you up for a `69'?"
"What's that?"
"Aren't you gay?"
"Um," He looked out the tub partition.
I reminded him, "There's nobody here but us."
"Well, I never told anybody I am, but.... yeah. I like only guys."
"We're not solving anything in here," I stated.
"Here, give me your hand, man," Roberto cordially offered.
"Thanks."
Our stalker exited first, followed by Roberto. When our bodies parted, I noticed a coupla things; I was hard and not at all tired!
Standing outside the shower, I grabbed a towel. Roberto stood there, talking with our mystery guest, the two reflecting in the wide mirror, over the double vanity. I dried off, while they chatted.
"What?" Roberto questioned.
Seeing the obvious, Roberto watched him peer at his chest, then tried looking down, into the bottom of the mirror.
After gulping, our stalker said, "You, um.... look good."
"Don't tell me you've never seen another guy?"
"Sure I have, but... not up this close. And not naked!"
"What about in high school?"
"Nah. I was kind of shy. On purpose I tried not to be obvious. I didn't want anybody to know.... you know."
"That you are gay."
"Right."
"And you're in college now?"
"I couldn't afford it."
"Like me."
"But you're a lot older. How old are you?" He asks Roberto.
I excused myself, dried off, sneeking behind the two. Proceeding to the bed, I pulled down the comforter, the top sheet and lay down, my head on the pillow, on my back, my two arms clutching the pillow. I lay there, still within earshot of the jon.
"Twenty-nine and hey, my name's Roberto."
"Ethan here. Ethan Graham. Oops, sorry. Got you wet."
"I'm already wet, remember?"
I chuckled, upon hearing.
"Damn, first day on the job and I've screwed up. What am I gonna tell my boss?"
"It wasn't your fault. I mean, I'm the one who pulled you into the tub."
"I know. I shouldn't have been trying to eye you two up though. Maybe I shouldn't have even come in to your room, only the guys said it was okay."
"Wait! What guys?"
I'm not sure I got the whole story straight, as my eyes began to drift, but I got the main gist of it. Apparently, Ethan, his first day on the job, had listened to two bellhops, them giving him the go ahead to use the pass key, to place towels in our room. At first I grinned at Ethan's gullibility, then turned the humor off, thinking about the two, putting him up to entering an occupied room. I smelled a rat!
Jumping out of bed, I appeared at the jon door, to say, "Well, you better get out of those wet clothes. They aren't going to dry on you."
"But what am I gonna do? I need to report to the desk. Oh shit! I'm fired for sure."
"Roberto, help him out of his clothes," which I know he wouldn't mind doing, "I need to think this out."
I returned to the bedroom, to think how to best address the situation. First on the agenda, was how to detain Ethan here, legally. I picked up the phone, dialed the main desk, first adding my accolades to the wonderful laundering services, telling of Ethan's accomodations with extra towels. However, I began to shame the good name of the hotel, with a wild story about our tub not being clean. He fell for the excuse, me suggesting, if Ethan's services weren't needed, he not mind, if the lad could lend a hand, in cleaning it. Of course, he offered a different hotel room, but I nixed the idea, mentioning our lugguage, had been unloaded.
"Okay, you're off the..."
He was stunning, as I stood there, informing them Ethan's ass has been covered. But, on the contrary, when I saw the two teen globes, I got ball pangs!
"You're off the hook for now."
Wasn't it a bummer how I could sense my love's feelings, from how he looked at me? He just knew what enticed me!
If I had been sitting down, I would have fallen off the chair, when my dearest said, "You want it, don't you Anthony?"
"Want.... what?" I tried denying his intentions.
Ethan too questioned, "Want what?"
Not detailing my reaction, Roberto asks, "Hey, you want to suck my cock?"
"Um, I dunno."
"Have you ever sucked a guy's cock, Ethan," I grew curious.
"Um," as if embarrassed, "nope."
Roberto asks, "Have you ever `touched' a guy's cock?"
"Um..."
His demeanor showed all.
"C'mon," my love took Ethan's hand, "you've got a lot of catching up to do!"
"What about you?" Ethan asked, as the two brushed past me.
My love, always thinking of me, replies, "I don't suppose you've ever been fucked, eh Ethan?"
"Nope," he answered, plain and clear. Then he asked Roberto, as he led him into the bed, "Why? Do you fuck guys?"
"Un-uh", Roberto denied, then pointed to me. "That's `his' department!"
I grinned, giggled at the way he put it. But then again, my loins didn't perceive it as joking.
"Looks kind of big."
"I only get up to 7.5."
"No," Ethan replies, "I meant him!"
"Oh yeah," Roberto says, perky, "you haven't met the guy I love. This here is Anthony."
Wanting to shake Ethan's hand, I nixed the idea. On Roberto's lead, Ethan already had it on my love's tool and vice versa. Leave to my love though, to get me involved.
"Ready for your first blow job?"
I could see Roberto's move, not malicious, to first get Ethan acquainted with feeling up the male anatomy, each firming up the other's shafts. His question, caused not only a stirring in my territory down under, but also made me question my involvement in a guy of such youthful abandon.
"Um, I'm not so sure."
"What's the matter Anthony?"
"Ethan's so... um.. so young."
"I'm eighteen. You can look at my driver's license, if you don't believe me."
Still, I had my reservations. My pubes began to signal the same idea, as much as my eyes took in the candied gem. It also set Roberto thinking. I could tell. Then he even spelt it out.
"Eighteen huh? Um, I thought you might be at least..... um, nineteen?"
"A year's difference? Big deal!"
I wondered if Roberto felt as big a traitor as I did, first leading this guy on and then `abandoning' him. It sure looked so, eyeing up Ethan's reaction. Disappointed, to say the least, as he sat up, moved to the edge of the bed and draped his legs over the edge.
"This day has worked out to be one fuckin' nightmare!"
Suddenly, the eighteen year old seemed to fast forward to early twenties. At least attitude-wise.
I figured I should offer something, but didn't know what, instead of a plain old, "I'm sorry, Ethan."
"Yeah, right. Never mind. I'll just get my stuff and be on my way."
Roberto looked at me, with those puppy dog eyes, mouthing, `Do something!'
Ethan headed for the jon.
"What do you want me to do?" I whispered back, my hands showing my frustration.
"I don't know."
Finally, given the duty of always having to come up with a plan, I put it back on Roberto, "Why don't you do something, instead of lying there playing with your dick?"
"I will!"
I didn't know whether to get angrier or laugh. Bouncing to the bottom of the bed, his cock and balls motioning up and down, like beating a bass drum, he lit off the end, standing fully upright, then stormed off to the jon. I followed.
"You can't put your wet clothes back on!"
"What else am I supposed to do?"
Moving my torso, where my hand had been parked, I fondled my own organs. Unlike twenty minutes ago, the meek and mild Ethan had stood in this same room, taking in all the two of us had to offer, bringing him into the gay man's world. Now, the morphed personality took on new light, as he challenged my loverman.
"You can wait til they dry?"
"What, and then let you two grown men rape my little boy ass?"
Even though I stood behind Roberto, I could see his arm moving. Dangling between his legs, I sensed his main artery hardening.
"You are so damn hot, Ethan!"
"What?"
I could tell Ethan didn't know what the hell Roberto meant by his comment, however I had an inkling. His next action proved my theory correct. Dropping to his knees, he took the elastic of Ethan's wet tighty-whitey's in his hand, pulled outwards, then downwards, parking it under his teen balls.
"Whaaa...what are you doing?"
"Surrendering myself to you, Ethan."
Looking up at me, Ethan asks, "What is he talking about?"
I flicked my eyebrows up and down, put on the biggest grin, replying, "Just go with the flow, Ethan. Go with the flow."
I knew he hadn't the foggiest of what I was talking about, however, seconds later, he dropped his head back and moaned like a banshee, when my love gulped down his half-hard shaft. Not without abandon, my hand now lightly stoked my piece into a hard consistency.
"Ooooooh maaaaaan does that feel sooooo kewl!"
It was about to get better. Sneaking up behind Ethan, I decided to see if he was completely `top'. Up to now none of us, including Ethan, knew the statistics. My right hand brought his tightey-whitey's down below his asscheeks. Gravity did the rest, taking the white fabric to his ankles. As if rehearsed, Ethan stepped one foot out and kicked them to his side, as my cock rubbed along his ass crevice.
"Oooooooh!"
I laughed, as he jumped forward, impaling my lover's vocal cords.
"Oops! I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Roberto's saucer-white eyes, his mouth still locked on, didn't give Ethan a clue. He popped off.
"Man, you taste so good!"
"Taste good?" Ethan exclaimed, as Roberto took up with his meat once more.
Slightly turning his head, he asks me, "Does a guy's cock really have a taste to it?"
"Wanna find out?"
His tongue outside his mouth, took up a curious pose. He knew what I inferred.
"Can I?"
I thought about the age matter once more. I decided he was okay with it, that we wouldn't be getting our pants sued off of us. He wanted it as much as we did, regarding his first suck'n'fuck session.
"Why don't we get more comfortable?"
Totally disregarding my love, I took Ethan by the arm and dragged him off to the bedroom.
"Heeeeeeey!" Roberto complained, when he became deprived of his steak'n'protein.
I giggled, a devious moment of inspiration filling my mind.
"The boy wants his first taste of meat!"
Jumping to his feet, I never saw Roberto move so fast. It's amazing what deprivation can do to a man.
"Um, who's cock am I gonna suck?" Ethan asked.
Not being able to answer, already back on his cock, Roberto pointed to my loins. Well, maybe his finger's direction had been on me, in general, but for all `intensive' purposes, I took it as my hard shaft.
"Pretty big."
Our triangle of sex, I lay on the bed, with our eighteen year old guest on all fours, lingering above my pubic region. Roberto had lay down and scooted up and under Ethan, immediately feeding his wet cock back into his orifice. Second time to be gulped down, became less of a thrill to Ethan, being expected. Most likely, the thoughts of how he would imitate Roberto, getting my 9.5c down his gullet, worried him.
Seeing the look on his face, I cautioned, "Don't worry about getting it all down the first time you suck cock."
"You need help?" A small voice came from between my legs and positioned between Ethan's.
Roberto held Ethan's wet stick in between his thumb and index finger, like a banana.
"I guess," Ethan replied, with a look of doubt on his face, only I could see.
As quick as he had forced his head under Ethan's ass, he slipped out, not detecting the end of the bed.
"Owch!"
"What happened?" Ethan questioned
"Nothing. Fell right on my ass."
I giggled, saying, "Figures!"
"You didn't break anything did you?" Ethan questions Roberto.
"I don't think so," he replies, now standing at the side of the bed, a strand of goo flowing from his slit. Seeing Ethan look at it, Roberto asks, "Want it?"
"I don't know," he replied in earnest.
Not waiting for the go ahead, his finger strokes the measly amount of precum out and gathers it up. He moves it to Ethan's lips.
"C'mon," Roberto badgers, "take your first taste of manhood."
As if taking Mary Poppins' `spoonful of medicine', he sticks out his tongue. We both stretch our attention, watching Ethan take it, his tongue rolling back in, savoring the bit of liquid goo.
"It's okay."
"You need more convincing!"
I don't believe what he did. Taking Ethan's head of hair, he forces the eighteen year old's head down towards my pubes.
With the instruction, "Open wide," he presses Ethan's mouth onto my shaft.
Right away, the teen chokes.
"OOps! Sorry," my love apologizes.
Then with only his palm leaning on Ethan's light brown mane, Roberto guides him, "Swirl your tongue around Anthony's cock and don't let your teeth nick it."
As if a cook, teaching his protege how to whip up a batch of egg whites, Roberto instructs Ethan on the art and technique of giving his first blow job.
"Taste good, don't it?"
Of course Ethan can't answer, but I as I lay back, placing my hands behind my head, relax, I take it Roberto can tell I'm getting a great tongue massage.
"Is he as good as me, Anthony?"
I took the easy way out.
"I dunno!"
"Here, move over, Ethan."
Commanding the new blow-jobber, Ethan scoots over, popping off my shaft. Of course I complained. But what was to come, I wouldn't regret the action.
"No, you don't have to stop."
"Whatha?"
"C'mon, Ethan. There's plenty here for two of us!"
I knew Ethan was puzzled. But soon, his mentor had him licking one side of my hard shaft, while my lover did me in with the opposite side. I was in heaven. Often I'd look down, when the licking stopped and Roberto began talking, him instructing Ethan on how to properly suck a guy's balls. I forgot all about being tired. At least I thought I did.
Waking up, I thought I had been asleep for mintues. Instead, I saw the light of day already peeking in through the miniblinds. A gut reaction, my hand went to my pubes. Dry as a bone. I then looked across the king-sized bed. There, nestled in each other's arms, the two slept. I smiled. I wasn't sure why. Possibly in place of an outer-body experience, I pictured myself, holding Roberto? Only differences, it wasn't me and the man Roberto held had been lots younger. Still, it made me turn over on my side, pose my head up on my palm, as my elbow dug into the bed. My hand lightly stroked my cock, alternating with my orbs. First to wake out of his slumber, Ethan smiles at me.
"Sleep good?" I inquire.
He smiles, nodding yes.
"Had my first taste of cum. Sorry it wasn't yours."
"That's okay. Did you enjoy it?"
"Tastes real good. I asked Roberto if... well I wanted to... felt compelled to..."
I filled in the missing word, "Fuck him?"
"Yeah, but he said only one man fucks his ass."
I didn't respond, except but a smile. It was touching he valued our lovelife in that respect.
"Um, you want me to take care of that for you?"
My eyes shot down, between my legs, as if my hand couldn't tell I was rock hard.
"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."
"No, I'm comfortable with it. I wouldn't have offered if..."
"Offered what?"
Roberto awoke! I had a feeling there was going to be a run on my protein reserves!
However, I nonchalantly told him, "Ethan saw that I was hard and offered to give me relief."
"Oh. Is that all? Okay. Go ahead, if you want."
I could see the longing in my lover's way in which he gave Ethan the option.
"By the way, Anthony, Ethan's such an awesome cocksucker!"
Maybe I misinterpeted his demeanor afterall.
"Really? Like I didn't get a sample?"
"Um, yeah," Roberto replied, "that's right. But we both got to sucking your balls and then you kind of dozed off."
"Right," Ethan added, "and then I hope you don't mind that Roberto and I um..."
Roberto took the helm, telling me, "Nah, Anthony doesn't care that you and I sucked each other off, do you Anthony?"
I smirked. It's not that I didn't care. I cared. However, I didn't dare embarass the guy I've grown to fall deeply in love with, in what, a coupla days.
"Of course I don't mind."
I'm sure our casual embracing of lips, became Ethan's first live visual of two gay lovers.
"No," Ethan replied, as if suddenly matured, "I can wait til... um... next time?"
His grin made us feel joy, joy in regards to Ethan's welcome into the gay world, fully initiated, less the intimacy of fucking his first ass, or having it performed on him. At this point, with my own opinions, I wasn't sure of which position he would pursue, but I leaned towards top. I then leaned back, Ethan fell back against Roberto, me lying there, them starting up some innocent kissing, me thinking about how, in becoming outed over the last few days, the reservations I've had in the figuring of which position I would finally come to grips with. Interrupting my thoughts, there came a knock at the door. The usual `room service', not that we had ordered up anything, wasn't announced.
"Well?"
Roberto's questioning, ordered me up and to the door. At the moment, he had his hands full. I peered out the little peephole, but when the second knock came, I backed off.
"There's two guys out there."
In a split second, Ethan upped himself and stood next to me. I'm not sure what I felt when his hand touched my shoulder, nudging me out of the way.
"It's Dat and Randy. The assholes that put me up to letting myself in."
I returned the gesture, moving Ethan out of the way. Right away, as if the wheels of my brain turned, churning up a tale of deceit, I placed one hand on the doorknob.
"Ethan, get back into bed?"
"Huh? Back in bed?"
"Um, yes."
He bounced quickly onto the mattress.
"And, my love?"
"Yeah?"
Looking as perplexed as Ethan, his cute face questioned me.
"Make `it' look good for our spectators?"
"What's he talking about?" Ethan turned to Roberto.
"I dunno. But hey, no problem!"
With that, my love pulls Ethan down to his level. Their bods line up with each other, parallel, Ethan's front smashed against my love's bod.
"Lots of kissing and hands on activities?"
They got right into it, as if they had been making steamy love for hours, Roberto taking the lead, his hands traveling over Ethan's smooth, blemish-free back, sliding down, caressing his asscheeks. It made me want to jump in and help it along. But then again, my mind reverberated back to what stood out in the hallway. I pulled the door open. Standing there, I stretched my left hand up, placing it on the top of the door. I crossed my right foot in front of my left, then fondled my own cock and balls.
The looks of their faces were priceless, as I asked, "Can I help you gentlemen?"
I didn't let them gaulk too long. Filling me up, with the likes of Miguel and John, my right hand reached out, balled up the white shirt of the bellhop on the right, the blond, and invited him in'. Before the one on the left, Asian, could make a move, my arm dropped from the door and reeled him in. Both reacted, wondering, what-tha?', as the force behind the power of my arms, literally threw them to the floor. As I kicked the door closed, they looked up at me, from sitting on their asses. I saw a bit of fear in their eyes and played on it. I made the latching of the bolted door sound as if in a dungeon chamber, loud on their ears.
"What are you going to..."
Before the dark-haired one could finish his sentence, their attention spans drew away from me, to the bed, the sounds of kissing and moaning.
"What-tha?" I audibly perceived as their wonderment of the two figures on the bed.
I moved closer, parking my feet, one in between the blond bellhop, the other near the jet black-haired, Asian guy's feet. Slightly poised apart, the two could plainly see my 9.5c, my big, hairy balls almost in their faces. I could sense their tenseness, the short breaths, as my hand played with my semi-soft shaft, rapidly filling up, becoming engourged, as my adrenalin rode on their emotional outpouring.
"You!"
Singling out the blond, as he gazed back and forth, from me and the bed, biting his lip, he replied, gulping, "Me?"
Acknowledging I spoke to him, I adamantly ordered, "Get your clothes off!"
Right away, the Asian dummies up, saying, "No fuckin' way. You don't have anything on us!"
I know I showed an evil grin, as I realized he just implicated himself. As if they had willed their power to me, I summoned up my worst nightmare attitude, reminiscent of Miguel and John.
"Excuse me boys," I directed to the two on the bed, "Ethan, why don't you refresh my memory on the details of how you came to find Roberto and I in the shower?"
"In the shower?" the blond replied.
The Asian added, "We thought you would be sleeping and..."
He shut up when he realized he had given some of the plot away.
"Soooo," I readjusted the package, "the truth comes out. Why don't you boys fill me in on the rest of your little scheme?"
I addressed the two, still sitting on their asses.
"Scheme?" The Asian sought.
Drawing my attention to `blondie', not the more defying Asian, I demanded, "Didn't I tell you to get your clothes off boy?"
As I spoke the words, talking `the talk', I could feel my balls churn, my cock igniting with a dominant fervor. This was getting fun and sensual!
I must admit it piqued my interest, when the Asian says to him, "Do what he says, Randy!"
"But, Daaaaat," he whined.
"Nice that you agree with me," I spoke to Dat, the Asian. "You can do the same."
With one pull, Dat's black bowtie comes unfurled, his hands already on the top button of his shirt.
"He's got us man. Fuckin' do what he says."
Still, with reservations, Randy looks over at Dat. I began my own little scheme, my shaft now hard, also figuring, like Dat spelled out, `I got them!' I paid little attention to my love, until Dat shucked his jacket, peeled his shirt from over his shoulder blades, leaving it on the floor.
"The pants, too."
As he went for the buckle, I glanced at Randy. He barely had his bowtie undone.
"Don't make me teach you a lesson, boy!"
I took the chance. What can I say? It could leave grounds for a lawsuit, but the way I already pondered the situation, Randy and Dat would be set for a life behind bars, with what Ethan could pin on them. Also, I was given another clue towards the reason Dat stoked on his fellow bellhop. As he did an `ass pushup', to shuck his pants down, his lowrise briefs bulged. My immediate response pictured Dat as the alpha male here, sitting on the floor. Something that could put a little twist into my improvisation.
"Yeah, okay," Randy replied, losing the bowtie.
It made for good fodder.
"What'd you say, boy?"
This was getting good, when Dat dictated to him, "Answer him, dickwad!"
"Um... yeah... okay....um... what should I call you?"
Was something, meant to be kept secret between the two, unfolding here? My inquiring mind needed to provoke the situation further.
"Sir would be nice!"
Smiling, it felt mighty good, presenting my own title.
"Yes, sir."
As Randy set about dismantling his bellhop wardrobe, I turned my head to see Dat, fully exposed bod, except for the 2xist briefs, still hugging his torso. As I have said, I'm very poor at guessing ages. However, the dark, black, bushy line of pubic hair, protruding from Dat's briefs, plus the straight line extending up to his small bellyhole, a little beyond, told me these guys weren't of Ethan's age. Maybe that had been part of their plan, to intimidate one that is younger.
"Loose the briefs!"
Cold as steel, his eyes stare at me.
"Now!" I shouted, with deep authority.
Slowly, his thumbs moved to elastic waistline. With abandon, along with humiliation, he slowly pressed them down, under his globes and to his knees. They exited his bod, first one ankle, then the other.
"Good. Now help your buddy strip off."
Oh man was I tingling inside, confronting this alpha-bully!
"He can do it himself."
Stepping forward, rather quickly, as to surprise, I stepped between his thighs, resting my toes against his hairy carpet.
"On shit Anthony!" I heard from the bed.
It didn't draw my attention, to my love and his playmate, as I leaned precariously forwards, meaning to intimidate through pain.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!Noooooooooo! Akkkkkkkkkk! Stoooooooooop!"
I found myself stroking my hard 9.5c, rather roughly, as Dat squirmed on the rug, both hands around my ankle, trying to pry my foot off his jewels.
"Oh shit, Dat!" Randy called out, his shirt open, but still attached, leaning on the rug with his palms.
Thinking he had enough, I lifted, placing my foot on his smooth chest and giving a push backwards. Splitting his legs, he moaned, holding his orbs.
"Shit, that's gotta hurt!" Randy comments.
"Maybe you'd like to find out for yourself?"
Even Roberto and Ethan laughed their asses off, watching Randy roll around on the floor, the shirt peeled quicker than a banana, unbuckling his belt at the speed of sound, kicking his shiny, black shoes off, while downing his trousers. Even though I had already plucked a ballpark figure out of the sky, placing these guys at maybe early twenties, Randy seemed older, with the blond fur covering his pecs, the golden turning a little darker, as it began midchest as a stripe, dove down to his deep innies, in, then out, then to his hazel pubes.
"Now, why don't you make your friend's balls feel better?"
"Huh?"
Just like I thought it would go, however I didn't perceive Dat having a problem with it.
From the bed, my lover's voice projects, "He means, suck them, stoopid!"
"Suck them? You.... you mean like with..."
"You're mouth!" Ethan boldly states, then giggles.
He incited Roberto to do the same. It felt good, knowing the two on the bed enjoyed the performance.
"My mouth? Like put my mouth on his balls and....."
"Unless..."
I gave him the same options I gave Dat.
Again, Dat, more recovered persuades, "Just do what he fuckin' says?"
Somehow, it didn't sit with me right, me being the dominant top and having Dat divvy up the orders as well. I also didn't care for his attitude. In many ways, I figured Dat to be the one instigating Ethan's entry into our privacy.
"I changed my mind."
"Huh?" Randy asks.
I had wondered about Randy. Already on all fours, he seemed like he knew `the drill', as he crawled over to where Dat lay, propped up on his elbows.
"On the bed."
The blonde, his package loose, hanging down, looked over his shoulder. I sensed Roberto and Ethan had a wanting.
"What don't you understand, boy?"
My bare toes swatted his balls, setting them in a swinging motion.
"I'm goin'.... I'm goin'...."
As far as the phrase, missing my respectful title, I let it slide, watching him jump up to his feet and hustle, plastering his back against the sheet. The atmosphere split into two conversations.
Right away, from Dat's lips, I hear, "You're not getting me into bed with any faggots!"
I looked, to see Roberto, his arm over Ethan's side, the palm of his hand set against Randy's pec fur, feeling it up.
"You're gay?" Ethan asks him.
"Um..."
Meanwhile, back at the floor, I address Dat, "You'll do what your told!"
I could tell he was analyzing the situation, keeping an eye on my feet.
"I dunno," My attention switched back to Randy's situation.
"Another one," Roberto replies to Randy's unknown factor.
However, I decided, out of the kindness of my heart, let the straight guy slide. Sure, I could've pushed him to the brink of folding his cards, but I got enough pleasure out of humiliating him. Besides, my interest drew into what lay on the bed.
"Get your clothes on and do yourself a favor..."
"What?"
"Steer clear of this room while I'm in the hotel!"
I could tell he didn't like me or what I dealt him, but took it. Probably we all sounded horrible, laughing at Dat, as he pulled on his trousers, overriding his briefs, gathering up them, his shirt, jacket, socks and dress shoes and saw himself out.
"Now," I said, hands on my bare hips, facing the bed, "what do we do with you?"
Not much figuring was needed, as Ethan lay, belly down, his arm around Randy's waist, his chin connecting with the blond's shoulder, Randy's lips almost touching Ethan's.
"Aren't they sweet, Anthony?"
I had to admit it so. Breaking my attention, a knock came at the door.
Randy, taking a break, says, "Not Dat again!"
"He better not, after I warned him."
Funny thing is, I hoped he had returned. My balls did the thinking for me, churning with more revenge.
"I thought I told you..."
I should have looked through the peephole in the door. But since I didn't, had to deal with it. Standing there, in his outfit, same as Randy's, Dat's and Ethan's, stood my first sighting of the bear!
"Oops!"
Quickly, I covered my nudeness, putting the door between my torso and his eyes.
He giggled, replying, "You don't have anything I haven't seen, sir.... or want?"
Slowly, I invited him in. He turned and looked at the bed, as I closed the door.
"Hmm... looks like they're having fun!"
It didn't take long, distracted by closing of the door. Returning my attention, more action rumbled through my loins, as Ethan sat on Randy's blond fur, his asscrack prominent, as he fed Randy his cock.
"I hope you don't mind?"
That adorable face of my love, hovered over Randy's pubes, his tongue already tasting.
"Um, I can come back, if..."
I didn't give our bear gentleman, the option to change his mind. My arms fit right aside his uniform, as I hugged him, his slight paunch. Over his shoulder, listening to him go, "Mmmmmmm", I winked at Roberto. He smiled back, then went to work on Randy's half-hard shaft.
Breaking our hug, he says, holding up a key, "Looks a little busy in here. I've got the key to the adjoining room. It's vacant."
How could I turn down such an invitation?
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