Room Service Chapter 7
Room Service, a story by Josh Terrence
bb/mb/oral/anal/mast/rimming/scat/piss
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Chapter Seven -- An Exhaustive Tutorial on Gaydar 🏳️🌈
After my hookup with Mr. Evans I made a beeline for our room to get changed out of my wet and messy clothes. My hair smelled like pee and there was a massive brown load weighing down the seat of my cargo shorts that anyone who happened to see me would notice. But I was so horny that I didn't care -- in fact, there was a part of me that wanted to be caught and exposed.
I thought about the prospect of being found out by one of our guests, who would certainly call the office to report a boy roaming the walkway, drenched in pee and stinking to high heaven. Or being discovered by a member of the housekeeping staff, who would go straight to the office and tell my mother than I was walking the property with pee running out of my hair and a massive load in my pants. I felt a thrill run through me as I contemplated the possibility of making it all the way back to the room, only to find my mother there with no way to cover up my debauched condition.
What if someone I didn't see was watching me make my way down the corridor? How fast would the word spread around the motel? How soon would my mom find out that I was drenched in pee and sitting in a steaming pile of poop logs? How many people would discover that I liked playing dirty? Just thinking about it gave me a thrill, and I found myself hoping someone would open their door and confront me.
As luck would have it, I made it back to our room and had gone unnoticed. I was a little disappointed that I hadn't been caught, and even thought about taking another trip along the corridor in my wet and stinking clothes. I even considered walking up to the office door, where the window would give my mom and any guest she might be helping a clear view into my degeneracy. But the more rational side of my brain prevailed and I stayed in the room so I could clean up and change into something clean.
As a reward for being so careful, though, I treated myself to some naughty fun with the contents of my dirtied underwear before I took them off. I dropped my cargo shorts and looked over my shoulder in the mirror at my soiled tighty whities, loving how they were bulging with hot poop and still dripping with pee. Unable to resist the urge, I reached into the seat and pulled a handful of my brown load out and held it up to my face for a deep, intoxicating whiff. As the aroma rolled into my nose, I felt a shiver grip me and gave into my darkest, naughtiest proclivities.
When the seat of my undies was empty, I slid them off my hips and wrang them out over my opened mouth. I loved watching as brown pee coursed into my toilet mouth, allowing me to wash down my naughty snack. Satisfied with my afternoon treat, I got in the shower.
After I cleaned up, I was still unbearably horny and aching for another cock ride. So while I was still running around in my birthday suit, I opened up grindr to find a top, and maybe another visitor to use my men's room of a mouth. But before I could find a man to satisfy my naughty craving, I got a text from Adam telling me to meet him in room 126 to help him with an installation. Eager to spend some quality time with our cute maintenance man, I brushed my teeth to make my breath kissable. With my breath minty fresh, I fixed my hair, lubed up and slipped into my forth outfit of the day. Feeling anxious for a large package installation of my own, I hurried to the other side of the property so I could join my stud.
When I got to 126, Adam was already setting the TV up and instructed me to hold the flashlight for him while he connected the wires to the back. While he was kneeling behind the TV stand, I shined the light on his handsome face. He looked at me and smiled, making my heart flutter and my rear end shiver, then he resumed his work.
My mind flashed back to the conversation I had with my salt and pepper stud earlier in the laundromat. I was curious about gaydar, and if I was setting anyone else's off. So I decided to broach the topic of my homosexuality with Adam.
"Do I set your gaydar off?" I asked as he worked to connect the cables behind the new television set he was installing.
"Do you set my what off?" he chuckled, giving me an amused smile while I held the flashlight in place for him so he could see what he was doing.
"Your gaydar," I repeated. "It's the thing that lets you know when someone's gay."
"I know what it is, silly," he said with a grin. "I've just never heard you talk about it before."
With a sheepish smile I shrugged, then I said, "I was just wondering if people could tell."
"That you're gay?" he clarified, turning his attention back to the last few cables.
"Yeah," I said in a small voice. "Do you think people know?"
"Well my gaydar is spot on, buddy," he revealed. "I can tell you for sure that you've been setting it off for as long as I've known you."
"Thanks," I said, blushing. "I kinda want that."
"Oh yeah?" he said, tightening the connection of the cable wire coming from the wall. "Well then you're all set, Sebastian. I don't think there are too many people who can't tell."
"What kind of stuff about me lets people know?" I asked curiously, and he gave me a knowing smile.
"That you're gay?" he repeated, and I nodded as he held onto the tv stand and stood up. "Well for starters, you've got a nice, plump ass that gives it away."
With that, he ran his palm over my bubble butt while I looked over my shoulder and smiled.
"You've also got plump lips that were made for sucking cock," he went on, then he used his thumb to trace over my lips while I gazed up at him. He slipped the tip of his thumb in my mouth and I sucked lustily on it while he told me, "And you get a horny smile on your face anytime you see a man or boy you're attracted to."
With that, he took his thumb away and I bit my lower lip.
"Is there anything else?" I asked him with a catch in my voice, and he nodded while I felt a wave of arousal wash over me.
"Definitely, buddy," he assured me as he stepped out from behind the TV stand.
He placed his meaty palm on my shoulder and guided me to the King sized bed and I felt my rear end tremble with need. I felt him give my rump a squeeze and eagerly crawled onto the mattress on my hands and knees. My ass was sticking straight up in the air and my shoes were hanging off the edge of the bed as I peered over my shoulder at my stud. We made eye contact, then he grabbed the waistband of my cargo shorts and tugged them off my hips without unbuttoning them.
When the seat came down, my ass popped out and I moaned softly, then he slipped his thumb in my crevice and gave my busy pucker a rub down while he whispered, "It's all in the ass."
While he was strumming my hole, I rolled my hips around with a naughty moan and nodded in agreement, then I asked him, "How else can you tell?"
"How about if I slide my cock in your rear end and show you what I mean?" he asked, and I nodded urgently.
With that, he unbuttoned his navy blue work pants and his dick sprang free, then he placed the moist tip up to my yearning entrance and pushed in with no resistance at all. I moaned like a whore when I felt his dick filling my hole, loving how I was so easily turned out by this stud. When his dick was buried up my ass, I smiled at him through bedroom eyes and sighed. With tender eyes, he gently grabbed me by the rib cage and tugged, encouraging me to sit up and rest my back against his torso.
As soon as I did, he engaged me with a kiss while I writhed around on his pole. While I was moving my hips up and down, I could feel the fabric of his cotton shirt against my back. He felt like sheer, unbridled manhood inside of me and it was driving me crazy with lust. I felt his fingers grabbing my shirt tail and lifting it up, so I raised my arms for him and our tongues disengaged.
He pulled my shirt off over my head, then he pointed to the mirror that was mounted over the vanity, where I could see our reflection perfectly. He ran his hand over my bare butt while I let out a slutty moan, then he kissed me again. I watched the mirror as we kissed and could see our tongues dancing fluidly while he gently started thrusting.
He broke our kiss and looked into the mirror with me, then he said, "What do you see in the mirror?"
"You and me," I hissed, letting my eyes roam our reflection and taking note of how my hips were jutted back and my face was glowing with satisfaction as he fucked me on the bed.
"What are we doing, babe?" he asked me, and I could feel my pleasure receptors starting to overheat.
"Having sex," I answered through a shiver, then I used my lips to beckon him to kiss me without taking my eyes away from the mirror. Once again, our tongues looked like they were putting on a show for us to admire in the mirror.
When we broke our kiss, he started thrusting harder, then he said, "That's right, babe. We're having sex. But what kind of sex are we having?"
I could feel the heat rising in my body as I started to go into sensory overload. The expression on my face was sheer decadence as I received thrust after deep, delicious thrust of his dick. I could feel the warm air from his nose flowing over the cartilage on my ear as my tummy rolled with every thrust. I moaned shamelessly, then I took a deep breath and declared, "We're having gay sex."
"That's right, babe," he said, then he tightened his grip on my waist and began thrusting harder and with a more fluid rhythm. "We're having gay sex. You love it, don't you?"
"Yes," I hissed, feeling my groin sizzle with the delicious pleasure of anal intercourse.
"I can tell, babe," he told me, then he licked around my ear and went on. "You crave gay sex, don't you?"
I nodded helplessly, watching my reflection as I gave into my desires and declared, "I crave it all the time."
"I know you do, babe," he assured me. "People with gaydar can look at you and see how much you crave gay sex. You never get enough, do you?"
Shaking my head, I whimpered, "No, never."
"Such a horny boy," he whispered, and this time I moaned gutturally as my head lolled back into his shoulder and my body burned. "You need gay sex, don't you?"
"I need it bad," I told him, watching our coupling in the mirror with bedroom eyes.
"What do you need, babe?" he asked me, then he kissed me on the cheek.
"Gay sex," I hissed, almost as if I were talking to my reflection in the mirror. "I need gay sex so bad."
I felt my body taking flight just as he planted another French kiss on my mouth. When our lips parted, his strokes grew more powerful. His outward strokes were just as shiver inducing as his inward strokes, and I was in paradise. I had my eyes glued to the mirror and watched as I visibly shuddered just as his pelvis smashed into my plump rear end, then he gently instructed me, "Tell me why you need gay sex, babe."
With my head spinning out of control and my eyes trained on the mirror, I let out a long, drawn out moan while I called out, "Because I'm gay."
With that, he planted a final French kiss on my mouth that kicked off a long, shivering orgasm that took hold and wouldn't relent. My young body was in the grip of sheer ecstasy as the flames of anal desire were doused with the raging waters of carnal satiety. My little dick was throbbing and pulsing as little spurts of pee shot from the end and spouted against my near hairless pubic bone, then trickled down to the mattress beneath me. I was a captive audience to my own reflection in the mirror, watching in real time as my boner erupted with its yellow emission and flexed over and over while Adam kissed me deep.
As he was treating me to the gay experience I'd been craving, my rear end tightened around his shaft and he sped his thrusting up. I watched as his hips moved faster and faster, then he froze and his cock twitched inside me. Our tongues were still intertwined and I was experiencing pleasures untold as he unloaded his seed. His shaft was still jerking and throbbing inside me when he broke our kiss, then he rested his chin on top of my head and we both smiled in the mirror.
"Did that answer your question, babe?" he panted into my ear as my clutching chute contracted around his dick. I nodded with a dreamy smile, then he asked, "You feel better now?"
"Yeah," I sang as the pleasure signals continued to surge through my 13 year old body. "Adam?"
"Yeah babe?"
"I'm glad I set off people's gaydar," I sighed contentedly. "Am I setting your gaydar off right now?"
"Definitely, babe," he assured me, then he gently fed me some more strokes while I watched in the mirror.
"Good," I said softly. "I want people to be able to tell. I want everyone to know."
"I get the feeling that most people already do, babe," he assured me, then he pulled out and laid on his back so I could snuggle into his side and suck him clean. As soon as I had his dick in my mouth, I checked myself out in the mirror again and felt my heart flutter as my own gaydar started to go off.
Up Next -- Sebastian's Doo Diligence****💩
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