The Bellboy
by Ann Douglas
"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 make a quick popping sound as he opened his mouth into
a O, then he closed it just as fast.
"Oh Shit!, 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 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. "Lets not be too quick
about this."
"What......" Bill stammered. "You really want to think about
this."
"Lets 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, and 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
(c) Ann Douglas 1995
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