Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 17:03:29 -0800 (PST)
From: John Smith <hottails2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Bellhop's Duties  Part 1  (gay adult friends)

A Bellhop's Duties
by John Smith

Summary: Sometimes my job has definite perks.

Note: 1) Please remember that unprotected sex can be very dangerous.
Only engage in it without protection if you know and trust your lover or
if you like things like Russian Roulette. Remember this is a work of
fantasy, not reality.

2) This story involves graphic sex between 2 men. If this kind of thing
offends you, you're in the wrong place to begin with.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A Bellhop's Duties Part 1

Many of you are aware of bellhops as those characters in movies that
respond when a bell is rung at the front desk of a major hotel. And
that's not too far off from the truth. But, beyond taking luggage up to
a room or out to a cab, we have many other duties to perform. Some might
even surprise you.

I work for a large downtown hotel. I've been a bellhop for several years
since I was downsized out of my previous job. But, while the pay isn't
that great, the tips can be quite sizable. And the stress is far lower.
For a young single guy, it's just about the perfect job.

Even the uniform is kind of cool looking. Ours are dark blue tunicswith
white slacks. Gold buttons and white gloves. No hats too. (Those
little pillboxes always irritated me in movies.) And my slightly long
blonde hair contrasts with the uniform nicely.

Also, I've been told I fill out the uniform quite well too.

My hours are good. I work from 10 AM to 7 PM most of the time with two
days off during the week. My meals are from the kitchen that serves the
main dining room so I eat well but I get a lot of exercise both during
andbefore work. (I get to use the hotel's gym and sauna before it opens
to the public.) And I can get discounts on travel from the agency in our
lobby.

So, all in all, I may take home a bit less than I used to, I also get to
eat better than before and I don't have to pay fees to any gym.

And I owe it all to my old college roommate, Bob. He studied hotel
management in school and is now the head concierge at the hotel. He knew
I was having trouble landing a new job and suggested I try this for a
while. That was over three years ago.

And I thank him just about every day.

One day, while I was in the process of thanking Bob for helping me out,
he pulled my face off his cock to give me a tip. (Did I mention that he
and I werelovers while we were roomies?) Seems the rich scion of one of
America's more prominent families was coming to stay and Bob thought I
could help out.

"You're the best worker I have. And you're totally dedicated to any task
at hand. Or mouth," Bob said with a wink.

I smiled back, "Sounds great. Let me know where and when." Then I took
his hardness in my mouth again.

Bob isn't too big, about average, but he has tremendous staying power.
And, since I love a cock in my mouth more than just about anything else,
that's perfect for me.

Nibbling lightly on the spongy head, I sucked in just the mushroom cap.
I stuck my tongue into the slit and tasted his salty precum. Then I
licked down the smooth shaft until my nose was tickled by his pubic
hair.

Tracing back up the other side, I ran my tongue along the underside of
the head until I reached the slit again. Teasing that for a few more
seconds, I decided to expand my coverage. I pulled his pants further
down and went after his balls.

Bob has nicely furry nuts. They tickle my tongue when I lick them and
fell like velvet in my mouth. I can easily get both of his balls in my
mouth to suck and lick them.

This time, I took turns with each one. I licked his scrotum thoroughly
then sucked in the left nut to tease the tight skin over it. Then I
moved over and sucked in the right testicle. Naturally, after that, I
took both in my mouth.

After taking off my gloves, I used the fingers of my left hand to play
with Bob's ass. I ran the tip of my finger around the tight hole then,
taking a brief break from sucking his balls, I wet two of my fingers and
slid one into him.

Bob's groan told me he was close. I'd been playing with him for nearly a
half hour, after all.

I moved my mouth back up and took him into me, sucking hard. As I
tongued the shaft in my mouth and rubbed the head against the back of my
throat, I shoved the second finger into him and touched his prostate.

His body arcing off the chair, Bob came and came. It seemed like gallons
of his milky-white cum flowed down my throat. But being so used to his
orgasms, I happily swallowed his load.

Finally, he collapsed back into his desk chair, sighed and pulled my up
to sit on his lap. I could feel his still-hard cock pressing against my
thigh through my uniform pants as he turned my face to kiss me.

Bob loved to taste himself but only on or in someone else. He always
reamed me after fucking me and we always kiss after blowjobs. This was
one of his special, tongue swabs of my entire mouth.

After he got all the traces of his cum he could find, we just sat there
slowly kissing and relaxing.

Finally, I had to get up. As I stood, I saw a smear of cum on my pants
leg. Bob saw it too and swooped down on it, licking and sucking the
material. When he finished, there was a larger wet spot on my thigh.
It's a good thing I can get my uniforms dry-cleaned through the hotel.

Bob stood to fix his pants and said, "He'll be here day after tomorrow.
I'll be sure to have you around then."

Giving my ex-lover another quick kiss, I said, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Bob said.

Then I left his private office to head for the small locker room.
Fortunately no one saw me with a large stain on my pants leg.

I was looking forward to our upcoming guest. I had heard that he was
quite generous when it came to gratuities.

AndI have to admit that it would be something to brag about to friends
later.

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

As it turned out, I had a longer wait than two days. Our guest decided
it was time to visit old friends in Aspen or one of those western ski
havens.

However, it was not a total loss, his personal assistant, Steve
Cooper,came ahead to look things over. Bob acted as his host and
toldour guestif he needed anything to ask for Bob or myself and we
would see to it.

Steve Cooperwas a young man, about our age, so in his late 20s. He
seemed, under the tailored suit, to have a pretty nice body. He had a
pleasant smile, dark brown eyes and short, light brown hair. He seemed
like a pretty likable guy.

A few hours after his arrival, Bob called me to the front desk. "Mike, I
need you to go to Mr. Cooper's room and make sure everything is okay.
Just apleasant little check. I'd go but I have to meet with the
catering staff. If there's any problem, page me."

"Okay Bob."

"If he needs anything, anything at all, I want you to take care of it.
Okay?"

I headed up to the suite Mr Cooper was staying in. It had a front room
with a view of the park, a bedroom to the left and a large bathroom to
the right. There was a small wetbar and all the amenities you'd expect
in such a hotel, including an entertainment center with a VCR, a DVD
player and a large screen television.

And, by the way, it was a dump compared to the suite ofrooms his boss
would be occupying on his visit. If only I could live in such a 'dump'.

I knocked lightly on the door and heard a muffled, "Just a minute..."

After over a minute, the door opened and I saw our guest in one of the
hotel's terrycloth robes. He looked like he'd taken a shower recently.
And he smelled clean but I detected a trace of...

"Yes?" His question directed me back to the reason for my visit.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you. But Bob, Uh, Mr. Reynolds, asked me to
see if everything is satisfactory. Can I get you anything? Or do
anything for you?" I knew what I'd like to do for, and to him.

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but could you take a look at the
bedroom phone? Maybe I'm doing something wrong..."

I smiled and nodded. He showed me into the bedroom and I checked out the
connections. I don't know what the problem was but, when I lifted the
receiver,the phone was dead.

"I'll get housekeeping right on it," I promised.

"No rush. The living room one should work."

"Okay, but I will get it looked at. Can't havetelephone problems in the
city's premier hotel." We walked out into the main room and I noticed
the entertainment center was open and in use. From the blank TV screen,
I could see that the VCR, or the DVD, was engaged but off.

I went ahead and lifted the receiver of the main room's phone and it was
dead too. 'Seems like the line to the suite might be down,' I thought.
I didn't voice this as it might be bad for the hotel's image, especially
to such an influential guest. Instead I blamed the phone company and
said I'd get right on it. Then I turned to the door.

"If there's anything else you need Mr. Cooper, please feel free to ask
for me. My name's Mike. Mike Bowman."

"Please, call me Steve," he said as he stuck out his hand. I grasped it,
feeling a firm grip but gentle too. "You know, there is one thing. I'd
like to order some room service but.." He gestured towards the useless
phone.

"My pleasure. What would you like? I'll bring it right up."

He gave me a quick orderfor a club sandwich. I nodded and left with a
quick "Be right back!"

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

As it turned out, my blaming the phone company was a lucky guess. The
lines in Midtown were down due to some problem at a switching center.

I went directly to the kitchen and gave Gretchen, the day chef, our
guest's order and told her to let me know when it was ready. She
understood the desire to give the white-glove treatment to certain
guests.

Finally, nearly twenty minutes later, she brought a tray out to me in the
lobby. Thanking her, I headed up in the elevator.

As I neared his door, I heard voices and saw the door was slightly ajar.
I realized I hadn't heard it click shut behind me when I left. I hoped
he wouldn't be too upset.

I listened to the voices, not wanting to interrupt anything important but
trying not to eavesdrop at the same time. One thing I couldn't ignore
was the statement, "I want to suck your cock now!"

I was about to leave the tray outside the door, close it quietly and
knock then leave. As I reached for the doorknob, I glancedinto the
suite. What I saw was not at all what I expected.

Steve was on the couch, and while I couldn't be sure, I thought his robe
was lying open. But, instead of seeing part of someone's head, I saw his
arm moving. Then I glanced up and saw the TV was on.

And boy, was it on! There on the oversized screen was a scene of a young
blonde guy going to town on a large, throbbing cock!

Steve was watching porn. And not just any porn but gay porn!

Something inside of me urged me into the room. Quietly closing the door,
I came up behind him and saw the robe was open and he was pumping his own
dick slowly as he watched the boy sucking the man's dick on the
television.

There is often a sixth sense in a good bellhop that knows when and what a
guest needs. This was one of those times. I placed my hands on Steve's
shoulders as I said, "Can I be of service?"

He jumped then scrambled out from under my hands. Pulling the robe
around him quickly, he stood in front of the TV red-faced and trembling.

"I... It's not... Please don't say..."

I looked at Steve and smiled. "I meant what I said earlier about
anything you need. And I do mean anything."

I glanced down at his crotch. He was unsuccessful in covering his
hardness when he whipped the robe on. And the man on the TV was really
moaning as sucking sounds could also be heard.

Before he could say or do anything more, I stepped around the couch and
led him back. "Please, just relax."

I knelt between his legs as I pulled the robe open. He had a great body,
lightly muscled and practically hairless. The skin was smooth and pink
until my eyes got to his crotch. There was a nice little bush of pubic
hair, slightly darker than the hair on his head. Standing proudly out
from his nest of fur was a nicely hard cock.

His cock was lovely. It was seven or eight inches long and aboutfour
inches or soaround. The shaft was lightly veined and smooth, the head
was moist and absolutely lovely.

I wrapped a gloved hand around it and stroked it gently. With my other
hand, also gloved, I stroked the flat skin of his stomach up to his
muscled chest. Steve closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation
of a cottony touch. I know I do.

I bent over and took him in my mouth. I laved the head and tasted his
precum as I licked his slit, one thing I love to do. Then I proceeded to
move up and down his shaft, my tongue in constant contact with his heated
flesh.

After bobbing on his dick for a few minutes, I moved on to his balls.
They were shaved and smooth. What a delight! I suckled them for several
minutes before moving back up to take his cock into my mouth again.
Still wearing my cotton gloves, I cupped his balls gently in my hands,
tickling and caressing them.

After bobbing up and down a couple of times, I started to lick it like a
lollipop. I took long, slow swipes up from the base to the head then
swabbed down the other side of his shaft.

One hand slipped to the back of my head caressingly, fingers running
lightly through my blonde curls. It brought a wonderful frisson of
pleasure to my body and made my already-hard dick even harder.

I felt Steve's cock twitch and his ballsac tighten. He was about to go
so I quickly took him back into my mouth.

He fired blast after blast of hot spunk into my throat. Somehow I
managed to swallow it all. It was delicious.

After Steve came, I gently licked his dick clean then released it from my
mouth. As I stood up, I said, "If I can be of service again..."

Steve stood and touched my cheek tenderly. His other hand rested on my
flat stomach, I could feel his heat through my tunic. "Do you have to
go?"

Before I could answer, he kissed me. It was a long, deep lover's kiss
that thrilled me to my toes.

My hands slid under his open robe to caress his back as our tongues
danced together. His hands moved around me too. The hand that had
touched my cheek now held the back of my head gently and his other rested
in the small of my back.

He pulled back from the kiss, shrugged off the robe to stand there in his
glorious nudity, and asked, "So do you? Or can I convince you to stay?"

I enjoyed his argument and, as I was about to regretfully tell him no, I
remembered Bob telling me to take care of our guest. Smiling, I pulled
Steve to me and resumed our kiss.

Several long minutes later, he sat me down on the couch. Straddling my
lap, his dick now recovered and standing proudly again, he sat facing me
and leaned in. He licked my ear then nibbled the love, his teeth
clicking on the simple gold stud there. Then he whispered, "You have too
many clothes on..."

He began to lick my lips and then the insides of my mouth as he worked at
opening my tunic. Once the buttons were open, his strong, soft hands
slid inside to caress my chest. (In the summer, I rarely wear anything
under my jacket.)

Pulling back, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "I'm glad I convinced
you to stick around."

I wrapped my hand around his renewed erection and said, "Oh yeah, you
really had to twist my arm..."

I took a moment to pull off my gloves. When Steve started to protest, I
explained the difficulty of removing cum stains from the material. He
laughed andslipped to the floorto help me off with my shoes and socks.
Then he gently massaged my feet until they were like butter. After that
he turned his attention to the waistband of my white pants.

Looking at the tightness in the crotch, he giggled, "Is that for me?"

I lifted my ass as he pulled my pants down my hips. Unlike my upper
body, I was wearing briefs under my pants. But they were doing a bad job
of containing the rage beast between my legs.

Steve tossed my pants aside and ran his hands up from my feet to my
thighs. His touch was sensuous and exciting while still being gentle.
He leaned down and kissed my hard-on through my cotton jockeys. It
twitched in response. When he ran his tongue along the cloth-covered
length of me, it throbbed.

"Oh, I think someone wants to come out and play," Steve teased. Leaning
up, he kissed me quickly before he resumed stripping me.

Normally I don't care for cutesy playful talk during sex but with Steve
it was different. It added something to our activities.

Once I was as naked as Steve, he wrapped his lips around my stiffness.
His tongue played with the head of my cock then fluttered down the length
of my shaft. His hand held me upright while the other played with my
balls.

I groaned loudly as he played with and love my cock. Much more of this
and I would've shot into his mouth then and there.

Which was exactly what Steve wanted. He pulled off for a moment and
asked, "You're close, aren't you?"

When I nodded, he dove back down on me, practically swallowing my cock.
That magic tongue of his went to work as he gently pulled on my scrotum.
In seconds, I yelled, "SSSSTEEEEVVVVVEEEE!"

After that, the next thing I knew was Steve sitting next to me on the
couch, holding me. When I opened my eyes, I smiled at him and kissed
him.

"Thank you. You are incredible."

"So are you," he said. Then he kissed me, a long, wet, exciting kiss.

After the kiss, we sat there watching the porn still playing on the TV.
Occasionally I would shoot a glance at his dick or Steve would eye mine
to see if we were recovered yet.

Finally, Steve clicked off the TV, stood and held out his hand. "Join me
in the shower?"

I merely nodded and let him help me to my feet. A task I rewarded by
kissing him.

"Lead on, " I said after untangling my tongue from Steve's.

And what a lovely sight it was to see his tight ass in front of me as we
headed through the bedroom into the bathroom. I glanced at the whirlpool
tub, thinking of the fun we could have there as he went to the shower.
My attention was caught by Steve again as I watched him stretch a bit to
turn on the shower.

What a beautiful body!

Steve steeped under the water and beckoned me to join him. We embraced
under the warm, streaming water; the feel of his hard body against mine
was deliciously erotic. Our still recovering cocks brushed each other
and hardened some more.

Kissing gently under the shower head, we caressed each other's wet bodies
for several minutes. Then it was time to lather up...

Taking the soap, I took my time rubbing every part of Steve I could as I
built up a lathery foam on his torso. I paid particular attention to his
groin and ass, which he seemed to appreciate, if his groans meant
anything.

As I washed the suds off Steve, he took the soap and started to rub it
all over me. Soon, it was my turn to moan as he gently cleaned my body,
especially the aforementioned pleasure spots. When a finger slipped into
me, my moan became a loud groan of pleasure.

"Looks like someone likes having their ass played with," Steve joked. I
kissed him by way of saying yes.

Now, I'm not a top or a bottom. I enjoy both giving and taking a hard
cockin theass. Bob was a bottom, except when it came to my blowjobs,
and I was currently between anything like a steady lover so no one had
really touched me there for a while. When Steve fingered me, it was (I
hoped) a promise of bigger, and better, things to come.

When I asked him if he planned to fuck me, he smiled and asked, "You want
me too?"

"Oh yes..."

"Well, we'll see," he teased. "But first, I think there's something you
need to take care of. After all, you want your guests happy, don't you?"

Cupping his tight ass in both hands, I kneaded the firm cheeks as I
replied, "I always believe in making the customer happy. How's this?"

I poked a finger at his tight hole again and he yelped, "Oh yeah! Right
there! I need you to fuck me..."

I drop to my knees in the shower, turned him around and spread his
cheeks. Steve leaned against one of the walls of the shower as the water
cascaded down his back and trickled past his anus.

As I leaned in, I swear his ass winked at me. I laughed, "Your ass is
winking at me!"

"It just means it's happy," Steve replied with a giggle.

That giggle changed to a low moan when I began to swab his tight little
pucker. The low moan grew as I pushed my tongue into his ass, French
kissing him down there.

I took my time, licking the edge of his tight sphincter and pushing into
him. By the steady state of his moaning, and the way his cute little ass
shoved back at me as it moved around, I think Steve was enjoying my work.

By this point, I was again hard as a rock. Reaching around, I foudn
Steve was as well. Ah, the joys of being young. We were both ready to
go again less than an hour after we both enjoyed marvelous blowjobs (if I
do say so myself).

I continued to rim his ass for some time though. In case you haven't
picked up on it, I'm a very orally-fixated person. I love to use my
mouth for pleasure - mine and my partner's.

Finally, Steve stood straight. "I want your hard cock in me. Now!"
Then as a nice, little afterthought, he added, "Please."

I stood and held his hip with one hand while guiding my dick with the
other. His ass was tight! It was apparent he was used to taking dicks
up his ass but it must've been some time since he had been fucked.

I slowly pushed with the flared head of my cock until it slipped into
Steve. He moaned and fell forward onto his crossed arms. I stopped for
a moment, "Are you alright?"

"Oh yes... Please... More..."

I happily obliged and shoved more of my length into him. Once I was
buried to my pubic hair, I began to slowly saw in and out of him. I
could feel his prostate as I went in deep andStevefelt it too. Every
moan made my smile grow even as my excitement was growing.

As I continued to fuck Steve's ass, he leaned back to me. Taking one
hand from his hip, he guided it to his nipple. I willingly began to
tweak and roll it as I thrust in and out of his hot, tight ass.

It didn't take long before my cock exploded again, coating his rectum
with my creamy cum. It was all I could do not to fall over onto Steve.

I held him as my cock shrank, occasionally stroking his still-rigid
dick. When I softened enough and slipped out, I dropped down and began
to suck and lick his oozing asshole. After thoroughly cleaning him up, I
stood and shared my treasure with him.

All this time, the warm water of the shower was poring down on us. Thank
God for the large hot-water heaters hotels use.

Before we began to prune too much, Steve took my hand and led me out of
the stall. Then he lovingly caressed me with a soft, absorbent towel.
He even remembered to be careful of my still-sensitive dick.

I then toweled him off, being equally careful of his hard cock for
different reasons - I wanted him in my ass. Badly.

Once dry, we stood and kissed before Steve took my hand and led me to the
large bed in the other room.

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

The phone rang as I was flat on my stomach with my new friend laying on
top of me, slowly, gentlyfucking my ass. I groaned. What a time for
the phones to start working.

Amazingly, without missing a beat, Steve hit the speaker phone button.
After a long moment, he said, "Yesss?"

"Mr. Cooper, this is Bob at the front desk. I just called to let you
know the phones are working again." I groaned lightly as Steve's dick
prodded my prostate. "Is everything okay, Mr. Cooper?"

Steve laughed. "Yesss. E-everything it just gr-reat!"

"Good. Is Mike taking care of you?"

"Oh God! Yes! He certainly is!"

I didn't know whether to groan, laugh, or moan in pleasure. Fortunately,
the conversation was at an end.

"B-bob, if there's nothing el-else, I have a pressing engagement to...to
attend to..."

"Of course. Sorry to bother you Mr. Cooper."

The line went dead and we both started to laugh. And this led to his
cock moving around and around in my ass. What a feeling!

Steve resumed his slow pistoning of my rectum as he kissed and licked the
back of my neck and ear.

Soon, his pace picked up and I knew I was about to receive another
helping of his love potion.

"Oh GOD!!! MIKE! I'MMM CCCUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!"

As he blasted a load into my ass, coating my rectum with his sweet honey,
I spurted yet another loadinto the sheets under me. My cries were
muffled by the pillow under my head but Steve made up for that.

Several minutes later, we lay in each other's arms,exchanging gentle
sweet kisses while we gently touched and caressed each other.

"God, you are fantastic, Mike! I love your ass, your cock, your mouth.
I love..."

I silenced him with a long loving kiss. "Let's just wait before we go
too far. Okay?" I finally said.

Steve laughed and caressed my asscheek, "Too far?"

I smiled back at him, "You know what I mean."

"Fair enough. But, as long as I'm in town, how about keeping me
company? Here in the suite and while I take care of things in town."

I looked deep into his dark, soulful eyes and said, "It'd be my
pleasure."

The kiss that followed was again incredible.