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The Bellboy
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

Two men on a business trip try a their first taste of 
gay action. (MM/M-teen, prost, 1st-gay-expr, oral, 
anal)

***

"Bartender, another round for me and my partner here." 
Bill Sullivan called out as he indicated the two empty 
glasses in from of them.

"Right away." The tall man at the far end of the 
counter answered.

"I still can't believe it, Jim." The 40 year old said 
to the man standing next to him as two fresh drinks 
appeared before them. "I can't believe we sold the 
whole fuck'n package." 

Jim Donaldson just smiled as he took a slip of his 
drink. He knew his partner was well on his way to 
getting plastered, but tonight he really didn't mind. 
They had come to New York on their yearly excursion to 
the big city, a chance to make a few good sales. Today 
they had signed a contract with a major store. The 
commission on this one alone was going to be equal to 
four months salary for each of them. 

"We lucked out all right." Jim quipped. "But if you 
keep downing that stuff like there's not going to be a 
tomorrow you're going to miss out on a little surprise 
I'd planned for later."

"What surprise?" Bill asked as he put down his drink.

"You remember Becky from our trip last year?" Jim 
whispered as he learned closer.

"Becky...." Bill repeated as he searched his mind for 
the name. 

Jim made a quick popping sound as he opened his mouth 
into a O, then he closed it just as fast.

"Oh Shit Yeah! Becky." The 38 year old exclaimed as 
remembrance filled his eyes. "How could I forget.... 
best fuck'n head in New York."

Well she still works here in the hotel, I'm sure we can 
work out an encore performance of last year."

"Fuck'n A!" Bill replied as he drained the last of his 
glass before slamming it down on the bar. 	

Jim also finished his drink, taking his time to savor 
the taste. In his minds eyes he was also savoring the 
memory of the maid they had met on last years trip who 
was willing to put out for extra tips. The thought of 
her tight, experienced mouth wrapped around his hard 
cock brought a pleasing warmth to his groin. For a few 
bucks, they could both get their rocks off. Their wives 
kept a tighter rein on their spending than the company. 
As much as they'd like to, they'd never be able to hide 
the money they'd have to spend to get a hooker up to 
their room. 

Exiting the bar, they wandered into the Hotel lobby. 
They went up to the front desk and asked the desk clerk 
there where they could find Becky Carlson, describing 
themselves as old friends. The young man looked at the 
two of them for a few moments, then decided that the 
two well dressed men didn't look like kooks. He 
directed them to a small office on the other side of 
the lobby. When they reached it, the sign on the door 
read Domestic Services. Under it, in slightly smaller 
letters was the name, Rebecca Carlson, Assistant 
Director.

They hesitated a moment, no longer sure that this was a 
good idea. Looking over his shoulder, Jim saw that the 
desk clerk was still watching them. 

"What the hell, nothing to loose." He thought as he 
rang the small knocker on the door.

"Come in." Said a feminine voice from behind the door. 

Watching the door close behind the two men, the desk 
clerk went back to his business. 

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Rebecca Carlson asked as 
she looked up from the papers on her desk.

Both men were taken aback for a moment. The woman in 
front of them barely matched the image of their 
memories. Rebecca was in her mid thirties with dirty 
blond hair. She was sort of plain, although each of 
them had recalled her as pretty. They also remember her 
as having enormous breasts, but failed to recall that 
she also weighed close to 160 lbs. Between the alcohol 
and the thrill of getting blown, they had both created 
a whole new woman.

"I'm sorry, I think we made a mistake." Jim said as he 
tried to excuse themselves. "We were looking for 
someone who used to be a maid here."

"Well I used to be one, I've only had this job for the 
last year." Becky said as she took a real long look at 
the two men. "Wait a second, I remember you two, about 
a year ago...right. Just before I got my promotion."

"Er, yeh." Bill answered. 

"You'll have to forgive my not remembering you right 
away, gentlemen." Becky continued. "It wasn't like I 
performed that special service for every guest, but it 
was over a year ago."

"Of course, we really didn't expect you to remember 
us." Jim said, trying to think of a graceful way to 
exit.

"Oh really, then what may I ask are you doing here?" 
Becky said as she rose from her desk and walked around 
it to face the two.

Each stood silent, not knowing what they could say.

"Well how this for a thought." Becky said as she leaned 
back against the desk. "You're on your annual trip to 
New York and you have reason to celebrate. So one of 
you decides, why not find that maid from last time and 
see if you could get a few cheap blowjobs like you did 
last time. Am I close?"

The red shading of both men told her she had hit it 
right on the money.

"Well sorry to disappoint you gentlemen, but that's not 
going to happen.

"Of course, we didn't mean to imply..." Jim said.

"Bullshit!" Becky laughed. "That's exactly what you 
meant to imply. But don't worry, I'm actually not 
offended. I kind of like the idea that you enjoyed 
yourself so much that you'd come back for another try." 

Both men felt a little relieved that they had gotten 
out of a very embarrassing situation.

"Tell you what, what I will do is meet you in the bar 
in about twenty minutes and let you buy me a drink to 
celebrate my new job."

To which Jim and Bill readily agreed.

**

A half hour later, Becky was sitting with Bill and Jim 
in a isolated booth in the far end of the bar. After a 
few drinks, none of them were feeling the least bit 
awkward about what had happened.

"Too bad the hotel doesn't have a few more maids as 
dedicated to customer comfort as you were." Bill joked.

"Oh we do." Becky shot back with a smile. "I really 
can't blame any of the girls for doing something that 
I've done myself."

Both Jim's and Bill's eyes opened wide, perhaps the 
night wouldn't be a total loss.

"Unfortunately, all three of them are off this 
evening." Becky finished.

"Damn," Jim muttered.

"But I do have an idea, although I'm not sure if you 
would be interested."

"Hell, I'm so horny, I'd fuck a goat!" Bill said.

Jim shot him an angry look. Drinks or not, that wasn't 
language you used in public.

"Well, if all you guys are really interested in is 
getting your rocks off, we happen to have a really cute 
young man on the night shift who I happen to know is 
really attracted to, how shall I put it, older 
gentlemen."

"A faggot!" Bill said. You want to send us up a 
faggot?" 

"It was just a suggestion." Rebecca replied. "I mean he 
is really cute, in a feminine way. And I'm told gay men 
really give the best head.  

"Well, forget it!" Bill snapped.

Rebecca was about to get up to leave when Jim motioned 
her to stay. 

"Wait a minute, Bill." He said softly. "Let's not be 
too quick about this." 

"What!" Bill stammered. "You really want to think about 
this." 

"Let's just say it might be kind of interesting." Jim 
continued. "What the fuck, we're both grown men. You 
can't tell me you've never been curious about it."

Bill looked at his friend. Deep down he knew he had 
indeed been curious about being with a man several 
times in his life, but he never would've had the 
courage to been the first to admit it. Instead the 
"fuck'n faggot" reflex had immediately shown itself.

"Then should I set something up for you?" Becky asked.

"Is there a way you could set it up but leave it that 
we could back out if it didn't feel right." Jim asked.

"Hmmm." Becky thought. "You could wait until the end of 
his shift, that's at 11, and call down for some ice or 
something. Ask for Kevin. When he comes up, you could 
see if it feels right. If not, you can just thank him 
for the ice and send him on his way."

"Not a bad idea." Jim answered. "I think we'll try it."

He turned his attention from Rebecca to Bill and asked.

Will "we" try it, or should would you rather wait down 
here in the bar.

Bill thought about it for a few seconds, then said, 
"No, "we" is right.

Both Jim and Becky smiled.

**

"Kevin, take a bucked of ice up to 234." The night 
manager said to the tall blonde bellhop.

"Oh come on, Mike." The Bellhop said in a voice tinged 
with disappointment. "I'm out of here in 10 minutes, 
can't Steve take it up."

"Sorry pal, they asked for you by name." the manager 
said. "Maybe they want to give you a special tip, it 
says on their card that they're checking out tomorrow. 
Some guests do that, so you don't think they stiffed 
them after you busted your ass doing stuff for them and 
they miss you at checkout."

"Ok, boss." Kevin said, thinking that he didn't even 
know who was in 224, much less why they were requesting 
him personally. But a tip was a tip, every bit helped.

"Hey, Kevin," The manager said just before the elevator 
doors closed. "When you're finished, just take the 
freight elevator down to the locker room. I'll sign you 
out at 11, that way you can make up some time."

"Thanks," said the voice from the elevator as the doors 
closed tight. 

**

"Room service!" Kevin called out as he knocked on the 
door of room 224.

The door opened to reveal a tall dark haired man who 
towered over Kevin's 5'6". Dressed only in a pair of 
boxer shorts, something Kevin didn't find that unusual 
this time of night, the man had a pretty good build for 
a man of his age, just beginning to show a layer of fat 
around his stomach. His chest was very hairy, black 
mixed with noticeable gray, making the bellboy think he 
colored his hair.

As Kevin put the ice bucket down on the table, Jim took 
a moment to check him out. Rebecca had done him an 
injustice. The boy wasn't cute, he was gorgeous. He had 
short blond hair and a swimmers build that could easily 
been seen in his uniform, especially the way it hugged 
his ass. His eyes were a deep blue and his face was 
that of a teenage girl. Jim thought he couldn't be more 
than 18 or 19 - the fact was that he was 17.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" Kevin asked as he 
turned to face the room's occupant.

"Well, there is something I need taken care of." Jim 
said, "I really hope you'll be able to help out, I was 
told you were especially good in this area."

"Well anything, I can do to be of service?" The bellboy 
replied, wondering what is was that the man was looking 
for and how much he could get out of it. "What ever it 
is, I'm sure I'll be able to take care of it!"

"Ah, the ice is here." Bill said as he walked into the 
room wearing a bathrobe, fresh from the shower.

"I was hoping you'd be able to take care of this." 
Kevin heard Jim say from behind as he turned his 
attention to Bill's entry.

Snapping his head back, Kevin was greeted by the sign 
of Jim stroking a thick hard cock that was now sticking 
out of the fly of his jockey shorts. A small drop of 
precum appeared at the opening as the older man 
continued to stoke it, causing it to grow even thicker. 
Taking a large step forward, Jim stopped only a foot 
away from the boy - who now had his sights fixed on the 
exposed cock.

"It's yours if you want it." Jim said. 

Kevin remained silent, but Jim could see a hungry look 
in his eyes. Rebecca had been right on the money about 
this boy. After a few moments hesitation, the bellboy 
reached out and replaced Jim's hand with his own. A 
wide smile filled his face as he ran his hand up and 
down the massive organ.

"Why don't you get a little more comfortable?" Jim said 
to the young man as he reached out and began to 
unbutton the boy's uniform.

A minute later, both Jim and Kevin were naked. Kevin 
ran his hand across Jim's hairy chest, obviously turned 
on by it's thickness. Jim, on the other hand was just 
as turned on by Kevin's lack of body hair. His skin was 
so smooth and soft, more like a young girl's than a 
mans. 

Jim eased Kevin down to his knees and brought his now 
engorged cock closer to his mouth. With a well 
practiced motion, Kevin took the offering into his 
mouth. As he watched his organ slide in and out of the 
boy's mouth, Jim felt a weakness in his legs. The kid 
was a better cocksucker than Becky. Already he could 
feel a familiar stirring in his balls.

"Hey Bill," He called out. "Get over here and get some 
of this. This kid is fuck'n fantastic."

Dropping his robe on the floor, Bill took his own cock 
in hand and offered it to the kneeing bellboy. Sliding 
off Jim's rod, he replaced it in his mouth with Bill's.

"Shit!" Bill exclaimed after a few moments. "This kid 
can suck all right!"

For the next ten minutes, the blonde haired youth 
switched from cock to cock, bringing each man close to 
climax, then easing off. Keeping a hand wrapped tightly 
around the base of each cock, Kevin could keep each man 
from coming too soon.

"God, this is great!" Jim thought. "I thought I'd shoot 
my load in the first minute."

As Kevin again took Jim's cock into his eager mouth, 
Jim couldn't help but now compare what was 
unquestionably the best blow job of his life with the 
reluctant ones his wife Karen had given him over the 
years. 

"Stupid bitch wouldn't even let me ever come in her 
mouth, not even after 16 years." He thought. 

As Kevin turned away from Jim and returned his 
attention to Bill's cock, Jim looked down at the smooth 
skinned youth and remembered something else Karen would 
never even consider.

"Take care of our boy here." Jim said to Bill as he 
stepped away. "I'll be right back."

As Jim vanished into the bathroom, Bill grabbed the 
back of Kevin's head and began to match his pelvic 
thrusts with the boy's own motions. The pressure around 
his cock were incredible. Like Jim, he couldn't believe 
he hadn't exploded yet. Not that he wanted to, if 
anything, he wished this kid would go on all night.

Bill hadn't noticed Jim return from the bathroom until 
the older man broke the two of them apart and led Kevin 
over to the couch. The young man immediately saw the 
small jar in Jim's hand and smiled.

"Ok?" Jim asked as took up a position below Kevin at 
the base of the couch.

"Sure," Kevin replied with a grin.

Bill took up a spot at the front of the couch and 
lowered his cock over Kevin's face. The bellboy was now 
laying stretched out along the length of the sofa. As 
Jim lifted the boy's legs up and rubbed a generous 
amount of Vaseline into his ass, Bill showed his cock 
back into Kevin's mouth. To Bill's delight, Jim's 
actions in no way prevented the boy from picking off 
exactly where he had left off.

After covering his cockhead with another generous 
helping of gel, Jim placed it at the tightly closed 
anus and applied pressure. Kevin's legs were wrapped up 
and over Jim's shoulder's, giving the older man a great 
deal of leverage. A short shove opened the tight 
muscles and he slid inside. The sudden constriction was 
unimaginable. Even with the heavy lubrication, he 
couldn't see how Kevin could take his hardness.

He's slid his cock about halfway in, wondering if he 
should just forget it when he felt Kevin pushing his 
body downward, trying to take him in deeper. 

"What the fuck." He thought as he took a firm grip on 
Kevin's soft buns and plunged in as far as he could.

After the first few strokes he found it became easier 
and easier. Because the pressure was now constant and 
lacking Kevin's skillful hand to prevent it, he knew he 
would soon explode.

Determined to finish with a bang as they say, Jim began 
ramming his manhood as deep and as hard as he could. 
Kevin was obviously enjoying it, he knew he was.

Knowing that Jim would soon come, Kevin was no longer 
making any attempt to hold Bill back. He had already 
tasted the salty taste of his precum and was looking 
forward to the deluge that he was sure would follow.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, his mouth was filled 
with a hot whiteness. Pushing his head upward, he 
swallowed it as fast as Bill could shoot. Except for 
the last load which he ran around the lining of his 
mouth with his tongue, savoring the taste.

**

A few moments later, Kevin felt Jim's body tense, 
followed by a loud shout as the older man filled his 
anal cavity with his masculine juices. Jim was so 
exhausted by his efforts that he collapsed atop the 
boy. Bill also had been drained and fell back on a 
nearby chair.

The clock chimed 12:30 before any of them moved. Kevin 
quickly dressed, declining the use of the shower. The 
sooner he could slip out of the employees entrance the 
better, that way he couldn't explain why he was still 
in the hotel after making a big deal over having to 
make one last room call.

Jim met him at the door after pulling on his shorts. As 
he shook the bellboy's had, Kevin could feel a folded 
bill being pressed into it. 

"You're Ok Kid!" Jim said with a smile. "Hope to see 
you the next time we come through here."

When Kevin opened his hand once he was out in the 
hallway, he would find a fifty dollar tip. It was a lot 
more than Jim and Bill usually gave for such services 
but Kevin had been truly exceptional. What would their 
wives say when they went over the expenses for the 
trip? Jim thought about it for a second and then 
concluded.... Fuck 'em.

END

Ann Douglas 1995 - comments welcome.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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