Room 209 Chapter 2
I spent one of the most restless nights of my life when I got home. I was so elated that I had spent such an ecstatic time in the company of Jonathan but on the other hand, utterly confused and perplexed that I should have felt such intense feelings towards this guy. I also was trying to work out how I was going to get around the situation of me being a Chamber Maid and doing out his room. Oh! - the complexities of life. So it was with quite a degree of trepidation that I cycled to the hotel the next morning wondering how all these situations would resolve themselves.
I went to the Men's Staff Changing Room at the back of the hotel to put on my rather smart uniform and meet up with Jackie my House Keeper boss of the 2nd floor. "Hi Oliver" said Mark, the Assistant manager as he came into the room. "Nice day again - I hope that you're enjoying your job. Are you getting much satisfaction out of it?" As he said this rather pointed question he grinned. I blushed knowing full well what satisfaction I certainly got out of the job yesterday! He must have seen my confusion and red flush because he said that "it seemed quite hot on the 2nd floor yesterday evening" and he winked at me. I deduced, as I finished straightening my tie in the mirror, that he must have talked to Jonathan Wheeler and found out what a steamy time we had had together in his room - number 209. "Nice big bathrooms on that part of the 2nd floor" continued Mark, "lovely low voltage spot lights and decor, and a very special mirror!" Grief! He certainly did know something and was dropping hints as big as elephant's balls. He could see my utter confusion and as he put a hand on my arm said that he wanted to show me something - but hastily. We had to hurry he urged as he had to get behind the Reception Desk before 8am and it was 7.45 now. We went up the back stairs and arrived on the 2nd floor and I felt a bit like a naughty schoolboy wondering what the outcome of all this intrigue would be. My heart was beating pretty heavily as we went quite quickly down the corridor in the direction of 209. To my relief Mark led me beyond 209 and stopped at a door marked Service Room - High Voltage. He produced a key, undid the lock and actually pulled me into the darkness of that room. He shut the door and locked it behind us. This was so mysterious! He then switched on the light and I was able to see all sorts of linen shelves and most of Jackie's polishes and vacuum cleaners. And against one side of the room were two big cupboard doors with electricity signs written large and the would DANGER. Mark put another key into the lock of these doors and whispered to me to turn off the light. "Hey! This is getting very kinky" I thought, but I was obviously being made aware of some great hotel mystery. Off went the light and I was then aware of our room being filled with a dull light from the cupboard as the doors were swung back. I almost dropped to the floor in disbelief - I was looking into a bathroom through a glass panel. "Two-way mirror Oliver! That's 209!" whispered Mark. " I saw you both yesterday - some show!" he added. "Fuck me!" I exclaimed. "Shhh! you must be very quiet not to give the game away" Mark retorted. "I will explain later all about this. But I thought you ought to know about it. I think you will find it useful". Just as he said this I was suddenly confronted with Jonathan Wheeler rising out of the bath tub. he had been there hidden by the shower curtain which stretched a little way down the side of the bath. He stood directly facing the mirror - and us! He had a wonderful erection and was using soap to make quite a lather around his cock and balls. He hen began to view himself in the mirror and carried on wanking in earnest. "He didn't do this yesterday" Mark whispered. "I saw him get a hardon but he left and went into the bedroom. He must have wanked on the bed". "He did" I replied! "How do you know that?" Mark enquired . "Long story!" But we were in no mood for conversation when the view of 16 year-old Jonathan Wheeler wanking for all his worth was directly before us. He was not on this planet. His head was nodding in time to his strokes on his cock. His eyes were wide and rolling heavenward. His mouth was half open and his breathing quite rapid as his chest rose and fell in perfect partnership with the thrusting of his hips. He was experiencing a sensational wank.
We too were experiencing it. I was as hard as ever and pumping pre-cum at an alarming rate and I looked down beside me to see Mark. He had his cock sticking out of his trousers, which was being given quite a hand job. "Don't you want one? This is fantastic!" he tried to say as he obviously was nearing an orgasm. I needed no second invitation and so joined him - almost ripping my zip off my trousers. As my cock burst from its confinement I found that Mark's hand was on it, and not mine! He wanked me with his right hand and transferred his left to finish himself. I let my left hand go to his right bum cheek and felt the contractions of his muscles. Within seconds Mark gasped and in a frenzied series of hand strokes he came. And just following, I did too. My kness buckled under the passion of the moment and I grasped a laundry skip. Mark took the head of my cock. He squeezed and released in rapid succession - which made my cum flow in shot after shot. It seemed endless. But just then we both saw Jonathan stop wanking. He took his hand away leaving a cock so hard that it bent upwards almost touching his stomach. He leaned backwards and grabbed the shower attachment to steady himself. His mouth was wide open and with intense thrusts he fucked the air in front of him. His balls were hanging beneath his really wonderful cock and they violently swung back and forth. His foreskin was pulled back and we could see the lovely dark red head stretched and moulded to it's limit. Amazingly we saw a spurt of spunk shoot up to his chest, and another at each of his thrusts- and all this with no hands! After counting four such ejaculations we saw Jonathon grasp his entire length of cock with two hands as he continued to fuck them for all his worth. His cum then dribbled over his top finger and proceeded to drop down onto the floor. It was a sight that no imagination could ever conceive or words do justice. Even now, as I write this brief description of the unbridled ultimate secret experience of that teenage boy in that room, my mouth is quite dry and my boxers deliciously moist.
"Look at the time!" Mark exclaimed. "I should have been on at 8 o'clock.!" "You were" I wickedly answered, "and we both have proof!" Our black trousers were profusely splattered with our cum! "Oh dear! - and and this is just the beginning of the day!" I said to myself.
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