Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2004 10:15:32 -0800 (PST)
From: John Smith <hottails2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Bellhop's Duties Part 2 (gay adult friends)

A Bellhop's Duties Part 2
   by John Smith

Summary:  Steve's return led to some of the hottest sex I've ever had.

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 or more men.  If this kind
of thing offends you, you're definitely in the wrong place to begin with.

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A Bellhop's Duties  Part 2

As you might recall from my previous tale, Steve Cooper, the executive
assistant of one of the country's young heirs, was staying at the hotel
that employs me.  While I was only a 'lowly' bellhop, I was asked by my
friend, boss, and occasional lover to take care of his every need.

I found that to lead to one of the best weeks of sex I've ever had.  I
basically moved into Steve's suite and got paid to fuck and suck him.  Or
to let him fuck and suck me.

Beyond the sex, there seemed to be something more between us.  But we
agreed not to discuss anything too deep too soon.  After all, I was going
to resume my bellhop duties when he left to accompany his boss on some
globe-trotting excursion.

The night before he left, we took our time and made love until the early
hours.  Since he had a very early flight, I left rather than stay the
night.  Our parting kiss was a bit wrenching but full of promise as he
told me he was definitely recommending our hotel to his employer.

The next day, after Steve left, I went in to see Bob.  I hadn't really
spent any time with him for over a week.  While we weren't still lovers,
I did take care of him on occasion.

"So, I gather Mr. Cooper was pleased with our services?"

I smiled, "Definitely.  He said he was going to recommend us to the big
guy."

Bob's eyes lit up, "That's marvelous!  You know what this means?"  I did
but let Bob go on, "Raises and promotions.  You, my friend, may just
become Assistant Concierge."

My heart jumped at the words.  That meant another ten grand a year!  But
I managed to contain myself and said, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves,
Bob.  Let's just make sure our new client has the best damned stay
anywhere."

Bob agreed then asked, "So, you seemed pretty buddy-buddy with Mr.
Cooper..."  When he winked I knew he knew and was okay with it.  Even
though we aren't lovers in the strictest sense anymore, we have both felt
some pangs of jealousy when the other gets involved with someone.

"I wasn't sure if I should even say anything..."

Bob laughed, "Dude, that first day when I called up to the suite...  If
he wasn't fucking you, you were giving him one of your patented
blowjobs."

I smiled, enjoying the memory, "It was the former."

"So?  Was he any good?"

"Bob, I have to tell you...  I think I could fall for Steve.  Big time.
He's a wonderful lover, kind, gentle, sweet..."  Then, realizing who I
was talking to, I quickly added, "Not that you weren't incredible."

"Mike, it's okay.  What we had is in the past.  And, to be honest, I
think I've found someone too.  So, if we're both lucky in the romance
department, I'm very happy for us."

"So, no need to 'thank you' for the job anymore?" I asked with a teasing
smile.

Bob leaned back in his chair and opened his pants.  Out popped his
hard-as-a-rock dick.  He pumped it once and said, "Well, I wouldn't go
that far..."

I laughed and got between his legs, taking his hardness into my mouth.

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About a month later, I got wonderful news.  Steve was coming back.  The
only problem was his boss was coming with him.  I shouldn't have been too
surprised since Steve's solo visit was a rarity.

Still, I was looking forward to seeing him again.  We had talked often on
the phone and we both felt the closeness growing.  I hoped to see how
much.

The day came and a stretch limo (and I do mean stretch) pulled up before
the hotel's entrance.  People started to pile out of it like a circus
clown car.  Finally, I glimpsed Steve, his handsome face looking around
searchingly.  When he saw me, his face lit up in a dazzling smile that I
mimicked.

After Steve came the subject of this controlled mob.  I won't use his
real name but will just call him Brian.  He was also quite handsome, as
anyone who reads the scandal rags or the gossip magazines, or even
watched E! will attest.  But in real life, I came to know his special
magnetism.

To be honest, there were times when I was between boyfriends and I used
him as a fantasy Prince Charming whisking me away to our own little love
nest/mansion on the Mediterranean.

While his appearance triggered memories of old fantasies, Steve's
appearance triggered stronger, better memories of real times of love and
lust.  While I wouldn't say so to anyone, I really was falling in love
with him.  I could only hope he was with me too.

Which would open another can of worms.  Me a lowly bellhop, or even
assistant concierge, and he a major aide to one of America's wealthiest
young men.  When would we get chances to be together?  Or would we even
be together?

Then, those doubts vanished as Steve escorted Brian to the desk to sign
in.  I was there to help with the luggage and got a chance to brush
Steve's fingers with my own and felt the pressure returned.

Then I got busy directing a small army of bellhops to get the luggage
safely to the various rooms on the top floor which Brian was renting in
it's entirety.

Steve took a minute to introduce me.  "Brian, this is Mike.  He was a
great help while I was here last month.  Mike, this is Brian _____."

We shook hands as I told him to call me if he needed anything.  He has a
strong, confident handshake but not overpowering as many high-rollers
seem to be.  After he released my grip, I felt the tingle for some time.
And his smile was etched in my brain too.  (Probably seeking out my old
fantasies.)

A hour later, after getting the last bit of luggage settled in the right
room, I stopped by the Presidential Suite where Brian was staying.  The
name is a bit of a misnomer, no president has slept there since Kennedy.

"So, Steve says you're the man, Mike.  Or is it Michael?"

"Mike is fine, Mr. _____."

"Please, call me Brian.  Regardless of what you may have read, I'm not
too pretentious.  At least I hope I'm not.  Am I Steve?"

"Maybe a bit," Steve replied with a smile.

Brian laughed, "That's why I love this guy.  He's not afraid to speak his
mind.  What about you, Mike?  Think you can handle me?"

"uh...  Well, I don't...  That is..."

"Brian, c'mon.  Give him a break.  He doesn't know your sense of humor
yet."

"Well, I'll give you a month, Mike.  If you haven't figured out when I'm
kidding or not, I'll eat my old varsity baseball hat.  Now, both of you,
get outta here.  I'm taking a shower and then hitting the mattress."

We quickly complied and left the suite.  When we were in the hall, Steve
started to laugh.  I turned and shot him a look which stopped him
immediately with a muttered, "Sorry."

"So what's the deal with him?"

"Once you get to know Brian, you'll understand.  He's really a great
guy.  And fun to work for.  I haven't regretted it once since I joined
his crew."  We reached his room, next door to the Presidential Suite.
"Well, that's not entirely true.  I did regret leaving last month but
work..."

While saying this, he was using his cardkey to open the room.  I pushed
him in and grabbed the back of his head, smothering any further words
with my tongue in his mouth.

Finally, after breaking the kiss, I asked, "So, you miss me?"

He stroked the front of my uniform slacks, which were quite tight at the
moment.  "Oh yeah," he said.

"Or is it you just miss that?" I asked with a glint in my eye.

"Oh, I missed this big ol' thing here but I missed who it's attached to
even more."

In seconds we were on the couch kissing passionately.  At the same time,
I was busy trying to open Steve's pants.  I wanted him in my hands, and
my mouth, in the worst way.

Steve moaned loudly into my mouth when my gloved hand wrapped around his
throbbing meat.  When I stroked it, his tongue mimicked the action
against my tongue.

Finally, I broke the kiss and moved down to his beautiful erection.  I
took a moment to just look at it, admiring the size, shape, and
structure.  Then I licked the head and down the shaft.  After playing it
like a lollipop, I sucked the entire thing into my mouth.

I was in heaven.  I felt like I could suck Steve's sweet meat for
eternity.  But, work also has a price so I skillfully brought him to a
strong climax.

Steve grabbed my blonde locks and blasted wave after wave of his
delicious spunk into my mouth.  I took it all happily.  After swallowing
most, I kissed him and shared his seed with him.

"That's a down payment on later," I promised.

Steve smiled and said, "Good.  I can hardly wait."

"When will you be free?"

"Unfortunately, probably not before 10 PM.  Is that okay?"

I nodded, "I'll use my passkey and wait for you.  Still got any porn to
watch?"

Steve laughed and shook his head.  I found out about him by stumbling on
him whacking off to gay porn.  It was the only time we watched any the
whole rest of the week he was here.

"See ya, Hot Lips," he said, kissing me lightly.

I left his room walking on air.

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That night we made love for hours.  We started slowly, just kissing and
murmuring to each other while sitting on the couch.  It started out sweet
and tender and soon we were ready for the next step.  Taking Steve's
hand, I led him into the bedroom.

Once there, we took turns removing each other's clothes, kissing newly
revealed areas while we did so, but making a point of avoiding the turgid
meat between our legs.  That would come later.

Although, when I was kneeling to remove Steve's socks, his beautiful dick
was right there and oozing his sweet precum.  I 'accidentally' rubbed it
with my cheek.  Steve helped me to my feet and licked his essence off me
then shared the flavor with me.

After a long kiss, we walked into the bathroom, our arms around each
other's waists.  The heat from his body was turning me on even more as we
stepped into the shower.

Then we began what had become a favorite foreplay ritual of ours.  We
took turns washing each other thoroughly.  It involved the most sexual
aspect of our evenings to that point when we would each clean the other's
ass.

I often cheated during the showers too and kissed Steve's semi-hard
dick.  On occasion, I'd even tickle the head with my tongue but that was
as far as we would get in the stall.

Most of the time we held each other and kissed.  The feel of his hard
body against mine while our tongues played and our hands stroked and
caressed was always tender, fun, exciting and arousing.

After drying each other, we returned to the bedroom.  Facing each other
on opposite sides of the king-sized bed, we'd crawl onto the mattress and
walk towards each other on our knees.  Our hands would reach out and
grasp the other as we came together for still more kissing.

This night was pretty much a replay of those nights before when we'd make
love to each other as long as possible.  We made out, showered, and ended
up in bed naked.  Tonight we moved into the classic 69 position and took
each other into our mouths.

We started slow, licking and kissing each other's hard shaft while
fondling our partner's balls.  I seemed to lead the way with Steve
copying my actions.

I started by treating him like a lollipop, a favorite method of mine.
Slowly licking the shaft from the root to the head then swabbing all
around the head and then licking down the shaft.  I traced the veins with
the tip of my tongue and traced the mushroom shape where the head swelled
out from the shaft.  Then I took him into my mouth and began to lick and
suck.

With Steve sucking me at the same time, and the fact that we were both
highly aroused to begin with, it wasn't long before we both started to
spasm and shoot our loads.

Swallowing only a bit of Steve's cum, I moved around to kiss him.  We
faced each other and shared our semen, mixing it before swallowing it.
The kiss didn't stop at that point as we both seemed to excel at sharing
our emotions through our mouths and tongues.

After several minutes of passionate kissing, Steve fell back onto the
mattress.  I lay next to him, my head resting on his shoulder as we
recovered and readied ourselves for the next session of hot sex.

That's when he brought up an idea I hadn't considered and wasn't sure I
was ready to go along with.  "Remember when you told me about how Brian
had been a fantasy lover?"

I nodded, "Yes.  Why?"

"He was for me too.  And then, after I started working for him, I became
his sex partner in real life."

I pulled back.   "You're lovers?!?"

I was shocked and worried.  Was I the other man in a relationship?  And,
even worse, was I falling in love with a man already in love with someone
else?

"We're not lovers.  Not in the true sense of the word.  Not like you and
I...I hope."  Steve looked at me with longing in his eyes and my dread
slowly faded.  "Brian and I realized that we could never be a couple but
we did enjoy sex with each other on occasion."

"Like Bob and I," I said.  Steve knew all about Bob's and my
relationship.  But it was something I was already evaluating in light of
my feelings for Steve.

"Yes.  And like the two of you, we enjoy hot sex.  But there is none of
the feeling that I have for...for you." Steve's eyes glistened as he said
that.  He quickly added, "I know we agreed not to talk about anything
like this yet but..."

I held his cheek and kissed him tenderly to let him know I understood and
felt the same way.  This tender, loving kiss helped to heat us both up
and soon Steve was thrusting deep into my ass.

After that wonderful fuck, it was my turn and I was soon sliding in and
out of Steve's tight, hot ass.

Later, we lay cuddling together, enjoying the feel of each other's seed
in our rectums.  As we lay and kissed softly, Steve talked about a time
he and Brian had a third guy in bed with them.  While I am far from a
prude about such things, I wondered at it.  And, my cock seemed to do the
thinking for me.  Somehow, after two massive cums, I was getting stiff
again.

Holding my hardening dick, Steve joked, "Seems you like the idea too."

With that, he took me in his mouth and sucked me to a phenomenal third
orgasm.  After that, we adjourned to the bathroom for our usual
post-coitus bath.

The bathtubs in most of the suites are actually small jacuzzis and just
right for two lovers to cuddle intimately in.  We sat amidst the churning
bubbles and kissed to show how we felt about each other.

Seems silly now but, at that time, we were still too afraid to put our
feelings into words.  But our bodies betrayed us.  And our kisses, like
now, were magical.

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The next night, I returned to the suite about 9:30.  I  knew he wouldn't
be there and I would be surprised if he made it there by 10.  But, I
couldn't wait.

So, I made myself comfortable and light some pillar candles I had
brought.  After turning down the lights, the candle flames gave both the
living room and the bedroom a wonderfully romantic touch.

Then I stripped, showered, and put on one of the large, complimentary
bathrobes with the hotel's initials on the breast.  I put my gloves back
on but I had requisitioned another pair so I wouldn't have to worry about
cum stains.

Then I reclined on the couch and waited for my man to arrive.

He was so on time it was amazing.

I heard the lock click and stood quickly.  I had arranged the robe to
hang open above the belt but to just cover me beneath.  I knew, from the
reflection in the mirror behind the bar, that the candle light was
highlighting my hair and skin nicely.

Steve froze, looking around the room in awe.  "Oh my," he whispered.

I walked up to him, removed his jacket and tie, then kissed him deeply.
The kiss was fervently returned as he ran his hands over my terry-cloth
covered back.

I stepped back and said, "You have too much on..."

Steve smiled happily and started to tear his clothes off.  I slowed him
down.  After all, these duds would probably cost me a month's salary.  He
eased off but did toss them around willy-nilly.

In moments, Steve was naked and, I could see, hard and practically
dripping.  Deciding to try something a bit different I took him in hand
and led him to the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet and watched through the
glass door of the shower as he cleaned himself.  He was watching me as
well.

I sat with the robe still on but pulled open slightly.  I sat and stared
in loving awe at his body as he showered and slowly stroked myself.
Steve saw this and stroked himself a couple of times.

I pulled the robe closed as he shut off the shower.  Taking a large
towel, I slowly dried him off.  I was particularly careful around his
engorged crotch.  He was truly excited tonight.

With a gloved hand, I took his rock-hard cock and led him to the
bedroom.  I kissed him again and pushed him back onto the king-sized
mattress then I dropped my robe to the floor.  "Move over some," I
whispered.

Steve did and I crawled onto the mattress on my knees, my rigidness
bouncing in front of me.  Steve reached for it and just ran his fingertip
around the head then along the little slit.

I moved closer and lay atop him.  We meshed from head to toe, our mouths
fused, our torsos pressing against each other and our cocks rubbing
together.

Using my gloved hands, I roamed up and down his body as we kissed.  He
was especially sensitive near his armpits and as I neared his crotch.  I
ran one fingertip along his ear and he moaned into me.

I feel I should share this.  Whenever Steve moaned into my mouth during a
kiss, my erection always seemed to grow almost painfully.  So I tried to
get him to do this every chance I got.

I rolled to the side, pulling Steve with me; our kiss never breaking.  We
lay there for an untold length of time kissing and stroking each other.
We were like teenagers who just discovered how hot French kissing can
be.  And it can be red-hot with the right person.

We didn't break apart until I heard a muffled, "Oh, that is so
beautiful..."

Gasping, my heart in my throat, I rolled onto my back to see Brian
standing at the foot of the bed.  He was rubbing the crotch of a pair of
silk pajama pants which were tented and showed a small wet spot on the
front.

"What the hell...?!?" I started to say.

Steve touched my arm.  "Mike, it's okay.  Remember I told you last night
that Brian is like us?  Well, after I told him about you, he really
wanted to meet you."

I wasn't taking anything in at the moment but I did feel Steve slowly
caress my still-hard cock.  (Why I hadn't deflated is still a mystery to
me.)

"It seems you aren't too upset by my appearance, Mike.  Would you mind if
I joined the two of you?"

My cock was thinking for me as I nodded slowly.  I tried to ask a
question (I cannot even recall what it was now) but Brian interrupted me.

"You're probably wondering about all those women I've been reported with
in the tabloids?  And about Francine."  I nodded although I knew that
Brian had to be bisexual at least.

Brian untied his pants and began to slowly stroke a very attractive cock
as he said, "I keep up a front for the tabloids with girls but I prefer
men."  His eyes moved from Steve's body to mine.  "I have to be cool for
the family.  My grandfather would not understand his favorite preferring
cock to cunt."

I glanced at Steve, who had been stroking my chest lightly.   I had to
ask what in hindsight was a stupid, inane question.  "But you're engaged
to...that hot young pop star, Francine Lance."

"Cover for both of us.  She prefers the ladies and I prefer men.  So
being together gives us the alibi for not playing the field while still
appearing straight.  It really is so much easier not having to pretend to
be with a girl I'm not interested in and still come across as straight
for the press.  And being engaged to a girl that People called one of the
top 10 sexiest girls in the world makes it hard for the tabloids to give
any credence to rumors of my real sexual antics."

I noticed the head of his meat was glistening slightly and images of old
fantasies rose up in my head.  Having seen him, in photographs, in bikini
swim briefs, I knew what his body would look like.  And I was not
disappointed.

His form was nicely sculpted but not overdone, much like Steve's and my
bodies.  But, unlike my lover and I, he had some body hair.  Soft brown
hair covered a portion of his chest and trailed down to his crotch.  He
had some hair on his legs and arms as well.  But not too much for my
taste.

Brian came over and knelt on my side of the bed, his cock waving in the
air.  I glanced again at Steve who nodded and smiled, then I took it in
gloved hand and pumped it a couple of times.  It filled my grip as I
leaned over and licked Brian's precum.  He gave a little groan while I
savored the salty taste.

Steve leaned against my back as he moved his face up next to mine.  He
took a good lick at the purple head of Brian's penis then kissed me.
That seemed to decide it.

We pulled Brian down to lay on his back between us.  Steve and I began to
lick his shaft up to the head, our tongues meeting often.  We both sucked
on the head, sharing it in a fun cock-filled French kiss.  Our hands
joined in stroking and massaging Brian's hairy balls as well.

Soon we settled on a pattern.  I would suck on the head while Steve would
lick up and down the shaft.  Then we'd switch and I'd lick his shaft like
a sucker and Steve would tongue and suck on the flared head.

Brian moaned encouragement as he stroked our heads.  He seemed to like
what we were doing.  I knew I was and, when I took his hard cock
gently in hand, I knew Steve was too.

Steve tried to reach mine as well but I was prone on my stomach so he
settled for caressing my butt and playing with my asshole.

Brian bucked once on the bed and pried us off his dick.  When I looked up
at him, he smiled and said, "I do not want to come too soon.  Come up
here."

We both moved up next to him.  Brian took my face in his hands and gently
kissed me.  His tongue was soft and wet and insistent as it entered my
mouth.  My hand stroked the hair on his chest while I felt Steve's tongue
on my ear.   I opened one eye and saw him move to lick Brian's ear as
well.

Brian broke our kiss and turned to Steve.  It was rather beautiful how
gently this rich, powerful man held Steve's face and tenderly kissed
him.  Rather than feel jealous, I was incredibly turned on.

I leaned over and licked Brian's nipples while watching these two lovely
men kiss so sweetly and passionately.  (Steve later told me that he got
off on watching Brian and I kiss too so I guess we were even.)

Then it was my turn to kiss Steve, something I never seemed to tire of.
While Frenching Steve, I ran one gloved hand down to hold Brian firmly.
I felt his rumbling purr through his chest while I was leaning across him
to kiss my lover.

Brian was active while Steve and I dueled with our tongues.  His hands
roamed freely down to my asshole where a finger poked me playfully.  From
Steve's moans, I guessed that Brian was doing the same to him.

We broke our kiss and looked at Brian.  He was smiling.  "You two are so
perfect...  I could just lay here and watch you make love all night."

Steve glanced at me and said, "But joining in is much more fun."

I nodded as I felt Brian's dick jerk in my hands.  He obviously liked
joining in too.

"I want you to fuck me, Mike," Brian announced.

I nodded again and we began to move around on the big bed.  Brian got on
his hands and knees and I moved behind him.  Steve joined me and we took
turns licking his hairy ass.  Once my tongue moved inside easily, I
probed a bit then switched and shoved my fingers into him to loosen the
boy up.

Steve was busy sucking my cock to get it ready to enter his boss.  His
mouth was like magic on me.  I had to push him off or I'd shoot right
there.

Finally, the moment came and I lay back, letting Brian move above me.  He
slowly eased himself onto my hard cock.  His ass was so warm and tight.
I could tell I was far from the first to fuck him but he seemed to keep
his sphincter tight.

Once I slid into him, he began to move up and down on me.  He
occasionally rolled his hips as well setting up more friction.  Every
downthrust brought a moan from Brian.  On the upthrust, I felt him rise
up until just the head of my dick was in his ass before thrusting it back
down.

It was a dream come true.  I was fucking one of the richest men in the
country who I used to fantasize about.  And it was better than I ever
dreamed.  Just the thought that I knew something special about him that
almost no one else did was great but the fact that I was getting to
fuck one of the most eligible bachelors in America was incredibly
exciting.

Steve, obviously an old hand at pleasing his boss, straddled me to enjoy
Brian's mouth on his cock.  Brian's mouth on Steve's dick quickly
mirrored my dick in his ass.  I pulled Steve down to sit on my face.

I slowly tongue-fucked Steve's sphincter as Brian rode me and sucked
Steve's cock.  It was one of the hottest sex sessions of my life.  In
moment  I felt like gallons of my cum was flooding Brian's rectum as I
screamed into Steve's ass.

Brian yelled out as I came too.  He grabbed his dick and held it tightly
and bellowed.  Somehow he managed to keep from shooting onto the sheets
beneath him.

I soon found out that Brian, while young and energetic like Steve and I,
could not experience more than one orgasm at a time.  But when he did
cum, it more than made up for that.

That was to occur a bit later.

Meanwhile, Brian lay on his back while Steve and I lay on either side of
him.  We took turns kissing each other and I found myself playing idly
with the soft carpet of brown fur on Brian's chest.  I twined it a bit in
my fingers then slowly stroked it back into place, my hand following the
flow of his hair until my fingers were brushing through his tight, curly
pubic hair.

This caused Brian to build up steam again and I could feel his hardening
dick with my fingers.  To help him along, Steve and I both licked his
nipples.  Brian held our heads gently to his chest as we did so.

Finally he lifted my head, kissed me deeply and asked, "May I fuck you?"

My response was a huge smile.  I was about to get my ass filled with my
fantasy lover's cock!

I glanced at Steve and found him smiling at me.  He apparently wanted to
watch me get filled by his boss as well.  He kissed me and whispered, "Go
ahead.  He's marvelous."

Rather than fill me with jealousy at the thought of Steve being fucked by
Brian, I was thrilled to get the same chance.

I quickly got on my hands and knees, wagging my ass in the air.  That is
my favorite position, taken from behind doggie-style.  I fell so
beautifully under the control of whoever is fucking me.  While I like
control when it comes to oral sex and fucking my lover, I really get off
on giving up control when it's my turn to be fucked.

Brian got behind me and I yelped in pleasure as I felt his tongue begin
to swab then probe my tight ass.  He was quite talented at eating a man's
ass and soon had me squirming with delight.

I looked down between my legs to see Steve sucking on Brian, getting him
hard and wet for my ass.  I was definitely going to enjoy this.

Brian asked, "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be.  Put that cock in me!"

Steve's hand rested on my ass as he steered his boss's cock into my
waiting ass.  As that wonderful piece of meat pushed as my tight opening,
Steve used his free hand to caress my ass then moved down to massage the
area around my sphincter with his finger tip.

I felt myself opening and then felt Brian's cockhead slip into me.  In
seconds he was buried to the hilt.  I moved my hips as he sat nestled
inside my rectum.  He began to push in and out.  I found a rhythm to move
my hips in sync with his cock.  I also squeezed my ass muscles when he
pulled back, leaving only the head in me.

Steve got in front of me and kissed me.  His tongue moved with loose
abandon in my mouth and I was loving it.  But I wanted more.

Sensing my need without words, Steve knelt before me and fed me his
luscious cock.  I took it happily, slobbering and licking the stiff
meat.  I was in heaven being taken at both ends.

I managed to create a new rhythm between the cock in my ass and the one
in my mouth.  As Brian pulled back, I took more of Steve into my mouth.
As Brian shoved into me, I pulled back on Steve's cock and licked just
the head as it rested between my lips.

This pattern seemed to last for a wonderfully long time.  But all good
things must come to an end and this was no exception.  First Brian
blasted his seed into my ass with a titanic roar coming from him.  That
helped trigger Steve to fire his volley of cum into my waiting mouth.

Unless you've experienced it yourself, I don't know if you can totally
appreciate how exciting it is to enjoy two different men's cum in your
ass and in your mouth.  It was the most exciting thing that had ever
happened to me.  And I hadn't cum myself.

After my lovers pulled out, I collapsed on the bed, my hard cock pressing
into the mattress.  Steve and Brian rolled me over and shifted ends.
Steve moved between my legs and began to suck Brian's cum from my ass.
The slurping sound made me harder than ever.  Steve grasped me and began
to pump as his tongue reached into me and scooped out the jism inside.

Brian leaned over and kissed me heatedly, tasting Steve's cum in my
mouth.  I ran my hands over his sweaty, furry chest as we kissed.

In moments, Steve's hand had me ready to blow.  Brian, sensing this for
himself, swooped down and took my cock in his mouth, swallowing my sperm
as it blasted out of me.

We all three lay sated for the next few minutes, saying and doing little.
Finally, Brian sat up, leaned over to kiss each of us and quietly left.

Steve and I held each other after that, kissing softly before we both
fell into a deep, drained sleep.

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I was going to leave it there but I realized that I need to close off
this chapter of my life.  So, I'll move ahead a bit.

Brian decided he wanted to handle his end of his family's affairs from
our fair city.  Several subsidiaries are headquartered here.  And instead
of finding an apartment or condo, he bought the hotel.

Seems extreme but the investment began to pay off almost immediately.
After taking over the top floor as his personal domicile, his family's PR
company began to promote us extensively across the country.  Bookings
went up rapidly and soon there was a waiting list for guests.

Since Brian was staying here, Steve was able to as well.  And I was
happier than anyone at that happy occurence.  Steve was given one of the
newly remodeled suites on the top floor (as was Francine) and I became a
semi-permanent fixture there.

The stories I could tell..  Like what young TV starlet paraded around
naked as she and Francine carried on a torrid, but short-lived affair.
Or the boy-band singer that spent a long weekend with Brian.

But, that soon died down.  Francine's lovers were, for the most part,
much more discrete.

And Brian...

Well, shortly after taking over the hotel, Brian and Bob met several
times and there was a distinct chemistry there.  Steve and I felt it as
did many others who were aware of Brian's particular interests.

So, I'm happy to report that the two Bs are now quite the item in our
little group.  Brian even asked Bob to move in permanently, something
that Steve tells me Brian has never asked any of his previous lovers.

And I got my promotion.  But not to Concierge or anything of that
nature.  I replaced the retiring head of Brian's travel division and am
now in charge of Brian's trips, both domestic and international.

But better than that is the fact that I now am part of Brian's entourage
along with Steve, my lover and friend.  And we don't have to bother with
the pretense of separate rooms when we do travel.

And the best thing is that Steve and I finally took the last big step...

It was a romantic candlelit dinner that Brian arranged while we were in
Paris.  Steve and I sat on the balcony in the warm spring air enjoying
the night, the meal, and each other.

I stood and walked to the railing.  Steve came up behind me and held me
firmly as he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Michael
Bowman."

I turned and looked into my love's eyes and told him, "And I love you,
Steven Cooper."

Then we kissed under Paris' starry sky.