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"THE SURRENDER" - CHAPTER ELEVEN
Once on the ground, they walked off the plane into the terminal. Phil walked behind John carrying the bags. John told Phil to follow him and they went into the nearest men's restroom. No one was around, so John grabbed Phil's pants and undid them, told him to take a pee at the urinal. He said if anyone got close, he was the stroke his cock and make sure they could see his shaved, naked dick. Phil stood trying to pee with his pants down around his ankles, his naked ass fully exposed.
Two guy, chatting about an upcoming meeting they'd arrived for walked into the room. Their talk abruptly ended as they saw Phil standing at the urinal with his naked ass fully exposed. They looked each other puzzled and took a urinal as far away from Phil as possible. They said nothing, finished and left. The next guy, an older business man, entered and when he saw Phil, he took the urinal right next to him. John took the urinal next to the older guy. Phil backed up slightly and slowly stroked his now hard cock for the guy to see. He glanced sideways and the man quickly averted his eyes from Phil's cock.
"My God," John commented. "That guy sure looks like he's ready for action."
The older guy nodded in agreement. John took a look at the guy's cock, and it was starting to get hard.
"I think you should make him suck you off," John continued.
The older man, looked at John, and back at Phil. He was about to go for it, but had second thoughts and fastened his pants and left.
"Damn," John grunted. "Let's go."
Phil pulled up his pants and they went out to grab a cab.
Once they were in the cab and John had given the driver the hotel location, they sat back and looked out the window.
Phil was watching the scenery when John reached over and again undid his pants. The college-aged kid driving watched carefully in the rear-view mirror. John pulled out Phil's cock and stroked it till it got hard. Phil moaned. The boy watched, nearly running into the car in front of him. He just smiled.
"We're almost there," he warned.
After they'd checked in, the bellhop took their bags and led them up the elevator to their suite on the top floor. Once inside he placed the bags on the bed, noted that there was only one king-sized bed for two guys and opened the curtains to let light into the smartly appointed room.
John walked up behind Phil and reaching around, undid his pants again and took them down and off. Quickly Phil stood naked as the bellhop starred.
"Don't mind him," John offered. "He's my cocksucker and can't stand to have any clothes on. It's been way too long since a cock was fucking his mouth. He's really hungry if you're interested."
"Really," the boy asked.
"All yours if you want," John urged.
The bellhop thought for a moment and than stepped forward as he unfastened his uniform belt and pants clasp.
Phil went to work.
As the shocked bellhop watched, the older guy, naked, reached out and finished pulling the boy's pants down. He was wearing a pair of tight long-legged cotton briefs that clung tightly to his nicely packed family jewels. He then slowly pulled the boxers briefs down and watched the nice sized cock spring to life. It grew from possibly four or five inches to a little over eight. The cock throbbed in the cool air of the suite as Phil began to blow lightly on the head. It twitched in response and the boy's hips moved forward pushing the treat toward Phil's mouth. Phil kissed the head lightly, letting his tongue poke through his lips and tease the slit of the hot young dick. The boy moaned and thrust his hips forward almost begging to feed Phil his wanting manhood.
"That's it," John instructed, "don't take it too quickly; let his desire build. Tease it with your tongue, make it nice and wet.
Phil stuck his tongue out and starting at the base where the sweet young cock sprung from the bulging balls and licked up, up, up to the rim of the deep purple, cut cockhead. The deep red veins closely under the shaft of the cock pulsed as the boy's need, desire built, as he leaned farther forward begging the mouth to take him in. Phil held the throbbing cock and used his tongue to work the sensitive area right under the rim. He licked and massaged the area and varied his efforts by licking from under the balls all the way up to the slit of the cockhead. The boy moaned louder and John watched Phil masterfully make love to the boy's manhood.
John took out his camera and shot picture after picture of Phil sucking the hot young hotel employee. The boy fucked Phil's mouth like an animals, ramming every inch in and out of Phil's wanting mouth. He fucked till he nearly screamed with an explosive orgasm. He pumped shot after shot into Phil's mouth till some spilled out and down Phil's chest. He boy nearly fell over with the intensity of the moment.
When his breathing began to slow, he pulled his softening cock out of Phil's mouth and wiped it across Phil's face.
"Man," the boy moaned, "he's good."
"We're training him well," John replied. "Stop back any time for a repeat. We'll be here through the weekend."
"Just might do that," the boy said.
Once the bellhop had left, Phil wiped the spilled cum off his chest and sucked it off his fingers as he sat on his knees, on the floor, naked.
"You'll be naked for the rest of the weekend," John stated.
"Yes sir," Phil answered.
They had lunch ordered from room service and when the waiter rolled the cart into the room, he starred but did not say anything about Phil's state of undressed. John watched him for any interest in the situation, but the waiter remained professional and didn't seem open.
Later that night, John told Phil he had an idea for the evening. John would go to the bar and set up the situation with a guy or two there. He would call the room when they were coming up and at that point, Phil was to get in bed wearing a pair of boxers and pretend to sleep. When they came in, no mater what they did, Phil was to remain pretending to be asleep. He was never to open his eyes.
About 8:30 the phone rang, Phil picked it up. "Hello," he said.
He heard John commenting that there was no answer, his boss must be asleep and they were good to go.
Phil hung up put on a pair of stripped boxers and climbed into bed.
A minute or two later, he heard a key in the door. John and a businessman in a suit walking in. Phil watched them enter through barely open eyes. The only light in the room was from the bathroom door.
"There he is," John started. "My boss. Never in my life have I seen anyone sleep so sound. I fucked him last night and he never knew it. Just complained about a sore ass this morning. And it was a great fuck, a tight ass, better than any pussy I've every had. You've got to give it try."
"Man, are you sure," the guy asked. "Can't believe anyone would sleep through an ass-fucking."
"He sure did," John continued. "And what guy in the world wouldn't like to fuck his boss."
John walked over and pulled the covers down and off Phil's body. He lay on his stomach, pretending the sleep. "You want to strip him or shall I?"
"Let me," the guy said as he walked toward the bed. He reached down and grabbed the waistband of the boxers. He pulled them down, slowly, still worried he wake the man sleeping. Soon Phil was completely naked again. The man felt Phil's asscheeks, squeezing, watching for any response. Phil didn't move, but continued his slow and steady breathing as if he were sleeping.
The guy looked at John. "So should I just strip, or how do we start?"
"Yah," he responded. "Let's both get naked to make it more exciting."
John and the visitor both quickly shed their clothes and Phil feel both sets of hands roaming his body. He felt something wet and knew it was the lube John was squirting on his asshole. He felt John's fingers pushing in and out getting him loosened up and ready. He then felt the guy rubbing his cock all over his ass, as John moved up to his face and rubbed his hard cock all over Phil's face. John reached down and forceably opened Phil's mouth and shoved his cock in.
"Man," the guy gasped. "I guess he doesn't wake up for anything. Can't believe your fucking his mouth, your bosses mouth, while he sleeps. That's too crazy."
"And his ass is all yours, fuck away!"
As John fucked Phil's mouth, Phil moaned slightly but kept his eyes shut. He felt the guy's cockhead pushing at the opening to his ass. He heard the guy moan as he pushed deeper and deeper. He felt the thick cock buried deep, right to his pubs in his ass. But most of all he felt John's cock, the cock he loved fucking his mouth. That's what he felt most of all.
The man fucked hard, qand uickly lost any concern for waking the seemingly unknowing victim of their assault.
John pulled out of Phil's mouth, much to Phil's regret. "You mind if I take a couple photo's of your fucking his ass," he asked. "I'll make sure I don't get your face and it will be great in case I ever want to rattle his chains. If you know what I mean."
"No," the visitor said, "it's okay with me."
So as the fucking assault went on, John shot flash after flash of the stranger fucking Phil, his supposed bosses ass.
Soon the guy began to move faster, deeper, harder. He fucked until he exploded inside the hot ass and collapsed on the naked back of his victim. When he recovered and his dick had shrunk, the man pulled out. He crawled off the bed and went around and wiped his cock off on Phil's face as John took his last shot of the hot scene.
Phil heard them exchange thanks as the visitor dressed and left.
At a little after midnight, John announced they were going to bed. " You'll be bathing me before we turn in," he started, "go get my ready bath and make sure it's not too hot."
"It's ready," Phil announced as John entered the bathroom.
"Undress me," John ordered.
Phil quickly stripped all of John's clothes off and helped him into the warm deep bath. Using a washcloth, Phil gently sponged water all over John body, starting at his neck and working down and over every inch of the body he served. He soaped the cloth and gently, slowly lathered John smooth chest, his arms, his cock and balls, his ass, all of him. He did it not as if it were a chore, but as if he were caring for something precious, something he loved, he worshipped. He had John lean back and he ran water through his hair till it was all wet, he ran his fingers though Johns hair, gently, lovingly. He lathered the hair and washed it thoroughly, rinsed a couple times. He watched the suds run down his body, over his ass. He lathered John's cock again, washed it thoroughly over and over, till John pushed his hands away.
"Now shave me," John ordered.
Phil reached for the can of shaving cream on the sink and lathered John's face. He took the straight razor and slowly shaved John's face. One slow stroke, by one slow stroke he cared for what he was doing like it was all there was in the world, all there was at this point in time.
When it was done, Phil helped John step out of the tub, he took the soft white towel and slowly dried him, patting not rubbing, from hair to toes. He kissed John's shoulders as he dried his back, kissed John's asscheeks as he worked down his body. He kissed John's cock and his balls. He thought to take it in his mouth, but it had not been offered yet and knew better.
John didn't say a word, just walked out into the bedroom and climbed into the big oversized bed.
Phil followed. John threw back the covers on Phil's side of bed and Phil climbed in. Phil laid facing John and nudged closed till his body was pressed against John's. Phil's cock was immediately hard. He loved John now, he knew it, he feared it. He pressed his hard cock against John's side, slowly moved his knee up and over John, over his hard cock too. He rubbed his knee up and down John's over his thick pubic hair and his tight stomach. He kissed John's shoulder.
John didn't move.
"Can I," Phil asked as he moved his knees up and down John's hard cock. "Please."
John didn't answer, Phil knew he couldn't take the step without permission. He ran his free hand over John's chest, caressed his cheek, kissed his shoulder again.
John turned toward his night stand, retrieved the dildo he had put there and the oil. He pushed Phil onto his stomach and spread his asscheeks. He oiled Phil's waiting hole and oiled the thick plastic cock. Slowly he pushed it into Phil's waiting ass, all the way to the base. He rolled Phil over on his back, took Phil's hard cock and stroked it.
"Good boy," he whispered and turned to go to sleep.
When Phil opened his eyes, remembering where he was, he reached across the bed for John. The bed was empty except for Phil and his morning hardon. He slowly looked around the hotel room and saw John sitting at the desk, his laptop open, reading something on the screen. He wore a thick, white, terrycloth robe.
"Morning," he said, breaking the silence. John turned and looked at Phil.
"Get out of bed and take your morning piss," he ordered.
Phil did. John grabbed his cock as he started to walk past him to the bathroom.
"I'll hold it for you," he continued.
He led Phil to the bathroom by his dick and pointed it into the toilet bowl.
Phil let go and the hot stream of morning piss splashed into the water.
John stroked his semi-hard dick back and forth as Phil's bladder emptied. John reached back to Phil's ass and felt the hard rubber dildo still buried in Phil's ass from the night before. He grabbed hold and pushed and pulled the thick pink-colored plug in and out of Phil's ass. And then, removed it with an audible pop.
"Feel good," John asked.
"Yes," Phil moaned, his head back, eyes closed.
"Now you can hold my cock while I piss," John continued as he gave Phil's dick one last shake.
Phil undid the robe tie and let it fall open; John was naked underneath. He took hold of John's cock and aimed it toward the bowl. The hot yellow stream of piss started. John let out a moan.
"Now get down there and suck the last drops of pee off my dick."
Phil did, without hesitation.
He took John's cock, the cock he'd waited for so long, into his mouth and sucked hard, tasted the hot acrid urine, tasted John's sweet cock. Finally, it was here where it belonged, finally. He had what he'd waited for and wanted for so long. He sucked hard and John's cock quickly began to lengthen and thicken. Before it went any farther, John pulled out and pushed Phil away.
"I've got something to show you," John stated as he walked out of the bathroom, back to his computer.
Phil followed and looking over his shoulder he saw an on-line chat service. As he watched, a fear came over him, he saw Eric's name on the screen. John clicked on his name and typed a message.
John: Morning Eric, what's up or do I even have to ask. Eric: Very funny. Good morning. John: So, is it hard, are you naked? Eric: Yes and almost. Underwear still on. John: Hard here too and wet. I'm sitting here naked. You jacked yet today? Eric: Not yet. John: How's that hot dad of yours? Seen his cock again lately? Eric: He's out of town on business. John: You must miss seeing him shaving his pubs. Eric: Don't know about that, still can't believe he did it. John: Sounds like you've got one horny dad. Eric: Guess I do. John: Get those undies off boy. You can't jack with them in the way. Eric: Well, I guess I've got time. John: Did you get those hot picture I sent you, the ones of guys getting blowjobs? Eric: I did thanks man. John: Open em up and use em to jack too.
Phil couldn't believe what he was reading, what Eric was sharing with this on-line stranger.
Eric: They're mostly guys sucking guys. John: That's true, but I tell you man, women just can't suck like guys can. Eric: I know but they're guys. John: A mouth's a mouth man. In fact, I've got a guy here sucking my cock while we chat. Eric: No way. John: True and he's good. Eric: He's at your apartment, just to suck your cock. John: Sure thing. He's the one I told you about, the one you should try. Eric: And you don't have to do anything to him, I mean you don't have to suck or touch his cock. John: He's just here to service me. AND you if you want. Eric: Wow, can't believe it. John: Believe it. We gotta make it happen for you, it's unbelieveable. Eric: Maybe, maybe I'll have to try it sometime. John: You do man. He's deepthroating my dick as we speak. And damn he's got one hot mouth. Driving me wild. Well trained cocksucker.
Between typed comments and replies, John continued to stroke Phil's hard cock, he wanted him hard while he got a good picture of what his son Eric was really like, while he watched John seduce his son.
John: So, you jacking? Eric: Yahhh. John: Man, this mouth would have driven your young cock over the edge by now. Eric: Probably so. John: Think of those hot mouths on the screen in front of you, think of them sucking your hard cock, deepthroating your dick, mouth muscles massaging the full length of your mantool. Fucking those hot mouths. Sucking your manjuice. Worshipping your dick. Showing you how much they love your cock, how much they need it. Feel that cum boiling in your balls, feel the pressure building. Feel those hot manlips around your tool, showing your how an expert cocksucker makes love to your cock. Use that mouth. Fuck it. Feed him that cum. Go mannnn. Eric: Ohhhhhhhh my godddddddd YESSSSSS. John: Shoot mannnn. Good for you. Feel those lips drinking your cum, sucking every drop. Eric: Man, what a mess. Cum all over the place. John: GREAT. Glad to help. I just dumped a huge load down this cumslut man's throat. Can't wait to watch you feed him your hot cock. Just told him to get dressed and get out. Eric: Can't believe anyone would do that, I mean jesus, just allow himself to be used like that. Did he cum too? John: I didn't allow him too. He loves it. He knows his place. And I like it that way. You've gotta try it. Eric: I think I do. John: Great, gotta run. Catch you later. We'll cum together again soon. Eric: See ya.
Phil looked at John's smiling face in horror. His son, openly talking about sex, openly masturbating with a stranger on-line. He realized the experienced cocksucker that John was trying to sell Eric on was him, his own father.