Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 21:40:07 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: HOTEL TIMES 2

Disclaimer:

The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story
involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen and
adult/preteen sexual situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws
in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should
go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the
story.

This is the second part of "HOTEL TIMES"; if you enjoy my stories, I would
love to hear from you at orallite@inbox.com.


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From HOTEL TIMES:

Finally Gordon made the decision. "Tim, I'm going to stand up! You wrap
your legs around me and hold on. Like that Gordon and what looked like his
papoose managed to get into the bathroom, into the shower and stand under
the water until enough water had seeped between them to free them from the
death grip of Gordon's cum.

So it was that Gordon and Timmy were ready for a new day filled with new
discoveries, new realizations and, perhaps, even a few new positions.

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HOTEL TIMES 2

After dressing, Gordon and Timmy made a stop in Timmy's room where he could
get some clean clothes on his newly cleaned body.

As Gordon sat on Timmy's bed, watching him strip naked and then run around
to collect clean clothes, he felt like this must be a sweet dream. Just
yesterday he caught a little thief stealing a candy bar and less than
24-hours later they had not only seen each other naked and washed each
other in the shower, they had both experienced orgasms by the other's hands
(and mouths). The strangest and perhaps scariest thing however was Gordon's
emotional reaction to Timmy. He felt about Timmy, on that emotional level,
like a father must feel about his only son: he was ready to stand between
Timmy and any things or forces that might harm him; even if it meant he
would be harmed or worse. Yes, Timmy more than satisfied Gordon's sexual
desires but these emotional forces were far more powerful than an
aphrodisiac.

When Timmy was dressed in a new pair of shorts and a colorful t-shirt they
went down to breakfast at Gordon's favorite restaurant. The waitresses of
course knew nothing about Gordon's relationship with Timmy and immediately
assumed that he was either a relative or the son of a close friend. They
fawned over Timmy, finger brushing his hair, telling him how cute he was
and, in general, embarrassing the shit out of him. By the time they left
the restaurant he was red as a beet -- both from embarrassment and the
frustration every 10-year old feels when repeatedly reminded that he is
soooo cute!

Gordon and Timmy sat on a sofa in a waiting area while Gordon explained
what he had to do this morning. "Tim, I'm going to be busy for two or three
hours this morning. I have to check up on my security guards, read their
reports, make a report to the General Manager and probably fix a bunch of
problems. What do you want to do with your morning?

Timmy thought for a couple minutes and then said: "I guess I want to go
swimming for a while and then maybe play for a while at the video arcade
and maybe then . . . is it OK if I go hang out in the security office? I
remember the combination!"

"Of course it's OK Tim." Gordon assured him. "I was serious about what I
said yesterday; any time, day or night, whether I'm there or not, the
Security office is YOUR office too! Just remember the two rules: no one
else knows about our special friendship and no one else knows the
combination to the office."

"I swear!" Timmy said in response. "Can I give you a hug in public?"

"Yes! Hugs are perfectly fine in public," Gordon replied, "just don't go
patting me on the butt!"

Timmy giggled. "Hey! That's something I haven't done yet -- I can't wait."

Gordon also laughed. "OK wise guy, I'll see you later.

Gordon went off in one direction to earn his salary while Timmy went back
up to his room to grab his bathing suit. In his room Timmy debated whether
to put his bathing suit on and just carry a towel o to take the bathing
suit and towel with him. He decided to take the swim suit and towel to the
pool and maybe show off his body for the hidden camera in the changing room
-- even though no one would be watching.

When Timmy got to the pool, there was a short line for the changing rooms
and he found himself in line behind the very same "little brother" he had
seen on the monitor yesterday. Timmy got instantly sexed-up -- fortunately
he had a towel to hide the bulge in his shorts.

The changing room line moved slowly and Timmy had a plan. "Hi!" he said to
the 'little brother' "I'm Tim. You been at the hotel long?"

The boy turned around and gave Timmy a visual once over and apparently
liked what he saw. He gave Timmy his best smile and said: "I'm James! We've
been here two days -- and we'll be here for three more. How about you?"

I've been here for a week now and my dad says we'll be here all of my
summer vacation!" Timmy bragged.

"Wow!" James responded, "That's neat! Hey, you want to hang out together?"

"Sure!" Timmy replied instantly. "This line is awful slow, you want to
share a changing room?"

"Great idea!" James said happily with a secret glow in his eyes. Actually
very similar to the glow in Timmy's eyes.

When their turn came to occupy the next available changing room they were
the last two in line. James closed and latched the door and with a
brilliant smile plastered across his face he began to remove his shirt.
"Hey!" Timmy said, making James stop to listen. "You want to do something a
little naughty?" Timmy asked with his patented evil grin on his face.

"Yeah sure." James answered, accurately suspecting that the naughty stuff
had to do with being naked with this cute boy.

"Well let's undress each other! Is that OK?" Timmy asked.

James was all aglow when he said, "Yeah! Sounds like fun!"

"OK!" Timmy said we take off one thing at at time, you go first!"

Timmy expected to have his shirt pulled over his head so he raised his arms
-- James, however, had other ideas. He dropped to one knee and yanked
Timmy's shorts down.

"H-hey!" Timmy said with a laugh about to bubble out of him. "That was
sneaky!"

James, still on one knee, gave Timmy an evil grin of his own, "How about
TWO pieces at a time?" he asked as he reached up to grab the waist band of
Timmy's undies.

Timmy, inside, wanted to launch himself at his "evil twin" and give him a
big, sloppy mouth-to-mouth tongue kiss. He settled for a big smile. "Go for
it!' he said, "Just make sure I get a turn."

"Oh you will -- just give me a few minutes!" James said as he slowly pulled
Timmy's undies down over his hips, down his legs and around his
feet. Another surprise for Timmy was in the offing when James, rather than
reaching up to play with Timmy's full-gown boy-sized cock, stayed down low
and started playing with his feet.

"You've got some sweet feet!" As James said that he lifted one foot so that
it was on top of his bent knee and started stroking it, carrressing each
toe and running his fingers between the toes. He lifted that foot even
higher then and, as a thoroughly shocked Timmy looked down, he licked
Timmy's foot all over, even the not so clean sole, and then sucked on each
toe.

As he was sucking Timmy's toes James felt his cock swelling and then felt
the tremendous force of an orgasm coming on. Timmy saw it too when James
squeezed his eyes closed, raised his face toward the ceiling and
moaned. This had happened before to James who's reputation among his
playmates as a "toe sucker" was used as a joke against him while, at the
same time, having their bare feet in James' mouth was the secret desire of
every one of them.

After another minute, during which Timmy couldn't even guess at what other
surprises James had in store, James reached up to Timmy and said, "Could
you help me up?"

Timmy took his hands and helped James to his feet. "Your turn now?" James
said with one of his dazzling smiles.

"I've got a better idea!" Timmy said. James cocked an eyebrow in reply. "Do
you really want to go swimming right now?" Timmy asked.

"No not really," James admitted with a sheepish grin. "Right now my legs ae
so weak I'd probably drown in the baby pool."

"Well I've got an empty hotel room upstairs and my dad won't be back until
way late tonight; how about we go up there and goof around?"

"That would be great!" James replied (and, being even more of a "horn dog"
than Timmy, he really meant it.)

Timmy slipped his undies and shorts back on and, together, the boys left
the pool area and headed toward the elevators.

In the elevator, Timmy couldn't help it -- he had to ask, even if it was
rude, "That thing you did with my feet? Do you do that alot?"

James laughed lightly, "As much as I can! Having toes your size in my mouth
makes me cum! Don't ask me why, it just does!"

"When you cum," Timmy just had to ask, "does anything come out?"

"No not really!" James answered, I just get some slimy stuff around the
tip. How about you?"

"I get the same stuff but nothing shoots out." Timmy admitted.

"Did you ever taste that slimy stuff?" James asked.

"Yuck no!" Timmy replied.

"Well you'd be surprised," James said, "it's actually kinda sweet. At least
MINE is!"

Another evil grin crossed Timmy's face, "Is that an invitation?" he asked.

"Invitation!" James replied, "Tim you let me suck on your beautiful feet --
you don't need an invitation -- I'm all yours!" James said with a killer
smile and a dramatic gesture with his arms.

Timmy laughed! "Sorry James but you're kinda weiud!"

"That's what all my friends say Tim -- but they love me anyway!"

In Timmy's hotel room, the boys threw their towels on the floor and then
James stepped real close to Timmy, put his arms around him and brought his
open lips to Timmy's. It was a kiss from heaven for Timmy who had never
done this before -- good thing, however, he watched enough movies and read
enough on the Internet so that he knew what to do.

The boys stood like that for almost five minutes, swabbing out each others
mouths with their hyperactive tongues. At the end of the kiss, both Timmy
and James had obscene bulges in their shorts. They both noticed this at the
same time.

It was Timmy's turn to be bold. He grasped James' t-shirt at the hem and
lifted it over his head. Timmy then dropped to his knees and pulled James'
shorts and undies off together. He stood then and grabbed James pulsing
erection and used it to lead him to the bed.

James lay down obediently when asked and Timmy wasted no time stripping
naked and then putting James hard cock in his mouth. Being a relative
novice, Timmy almost gagged when James cock hit the back of his throat but
he got over it and started working James cock just as Gordon had worked his
yesterday. Tight lips masterbated the cock while his tongue swirled around
and around, sucking up every bit of precum he could get -- and yes, James'
pre-cum (although Timmy didn't know that word yet) was "kinda sweet."

To say James enjoyed his blow-job would be a terrible understatement. James
had not had a good blow job in three weeks now, except for his brother's
clumsy efforts, and he was so glad to have found Timmy who seemed to know
what he was doing. Yes he did have a climax whenever he was in his
brother's mouth but he was convinced that his brother either didn't have a
tongue or didn't know how to use it.

'I'm good at this' Timmy thought as he worked James' wonderful tasting cock
with his tongue and lips. As soon as he had it in his mouth he could taste
the sweet residue of James' last orgasm just 20 minutes ago. He could tell
he was good because of all the squirming and thrusting and moaning going
on. Finally James' climax came and James tried to smother him by burying
his cock so far down Timmy's throat Timmy had to stop all respiration until
James came down from the 'mountain top.' Timmy loved this and immediately
wanted another cock in his mouth but it wan's time for that. As soon as
James recovered from his orgasmic adventure he struggled his way out from
under Timmy, flipped Timmy over and returned the favor.

Timmy felt guilty thinking it, but James was even better at this than
Gordon. James mouth was tailor made for Timmy's cock and OMG when his cock
slid right down James' throat he could only last another 30 seconds. If he
could cum he would have squirted at least four times and filled up James'
tummy.

The kiss that followed the mutual blow-job session was as intense but, in a
way, more sweet than the one that precened it. The pace of the tongue
action was more relaxed and the boys' tongues actually played rather than
attacked.

James and Timmy lay with their bodies tummy to tummy (and since they were
almost exactly the same height, everything else to everything else) until
they fell asleep. It would have made a beautiful picture had a photographer
been there and it did make a beautiful digital image on Gordon's monitor.

Gordon had returned to the Security office shortly after the boys had left
the changing room and headed for Timmy's room. The first thing he did was
access the function (the one he had never mentioned to Timmy) that allowed
him to monitor all the activity in every room in the hotel.

Gordom typed Timmy's room number and he could see four images that covered
the entire space. Timmy was nowhere to be seen. He was about to check out
the cameras in the pool areas when his phone rang. It took him about 5
minutes to resolve a problem one of his security officers was having, he
then turned back to his monitor and was about to switch to the pool view
when the door to Timmy's room opened and Timmy walked in, but not alone.

'Well I'll be damned,' Gordon said to himself, 'that's the little brother
from yesterday. How the hell did Timmy find him?'

Gordon watched breathlessly as the boy's kissed passionately for many
minutes and then Gordon sprung hard when Timmy stripped the little brother
naked and then led him to the bed by his erect cock.

The blow job that followed lasted far longer than Gordon's hand job -- he
then turned off his monitor and said a silent goodbye to his unrealistic
dreams of having Timmy to himself for the summer. After yesterday and last
night, Gordon's taste for live, hands-on action was awakened and he
wondered if he could ever again settle for the camera-eye view. It turned
out he would not have to settle.

Gordon spent that night alone but when his alarm woke him at 6:00 am he
awoke with a bundle in his arms -- a very large bundle that, after he got
his eyes open, turned out to be two beautifully naked boys.

Timmy and James were wrapped up in a hug -- still sound asleep and both
were pressed up against Gordon's also naked body. Gordon reached over the
boys to turn off the alarm and when he turned back to look at him the
beautiful smile and equally beautiful green eyes of the strange boy greeted
him.

"Good morning sir!" James said.

"Good morning to you too young man!" Gordon said, "I think our young friend
there," he said pointing to the still sleeping Timmy, "forgot to introduce
us when you crawled into my bed naked."

James giggled. "We thought it best not to wake you -- it was about 3 in the
morning. Timmy told me that you were his uncle and wouldn't mind us being
naked because you always slept naked and had seen him naked about a million
times."

"Oh!" Gordon said. "Well I guess then I should be glad you didn't wake
me. Tell me something . . .  uhh . . . what is your name anyway?"

"James sir!"

"Oh, well I'm Gordon not sir so you can call me Gordon. Tell me James,
doesn't it bother you to sleep naked with a naked stranger?"

"Well it would -- but I didn't think of you as a stranger. Tim told me that
you were the most wonderful Uncle any boy could ever have and he said I
didn't have to worry about being naked around you because you would never
touch me unless I asked you to."

Gordon had to chuckle at that one. There was a lot of room for
interpretation in that statement. Gordon decided to go for broke; "so do
you intend to ask me to?"

"No sir -- umm I mean Gordon." James stated flatly. I'm really only
interested in doing stuff with boys about my age or younger."

"Good!" Gordon said -- without meaning it. "That's the way it should be."

"Oh hi Uncle Gordon!" The just waking up Timmy said. "Gimme a big hug to
help me wake up would you?"

Gordon did just that. He picked up Timmy, laid Timmy on top of his stomach
and gave him a very big hug -- enjoying it immensely -- especially after
thinking, just last night, that he had lost Timmy for good.

James was on the sidelines smiling at the cuteness of the scene when Gordon
reached over and pulled him into the hug. "I love my boys!" Gordon said
sincerely. "Hey! How about we all go and have some breakfast -- my treat.

Timmy and James were boys and boys are almost always hungry so it was a
ravenous crew that invaded the hotel diner that morning.

After breakfast both boys headed for their respective rooms. James had told
his parents that he was spending the night in Timmy's room and Timmy's dad
was expected back this morning for a very brief stay before he returned to
work. Gordon had his own work to occupy him.

After Timmy's dad had come and gone, Timmy appeared in the Security
office. Gordon was off somewhere in the hotel so Timmy sat at the console
and had to do a double take. On the screen was a bedroom, a hotel bedroom
and a boy was laying on the bed sleeping. The boy looked to be about 8
years old and was wearing just a pair of underpants. Then another boy
walked into the room, he had his back to the camera so Timmy couldn't see
his face or judge his age; but when the boy turned momentarily to look out
the bedroom door, Timmy's jaw dropped. It was James!

"What am I looking at?" Timmy asked himself. He looked around the screen
and thee it was up in the right-hand corner of the screen, the number
1516. James' room number.

On the screen now, James had just dropped his pants. He took of his shirt
next and then stripped off his underpants. Kneeling on the bed, next to the
sleeping boy -- probably a little brother Timmy surmised -- he began
rubbing his back and then he leaned over, either to kiss him or whisper
something in his ear, Timmy couldn't tell.

The little boy turned over on his back and smiled at James and started
talking to him; Timmy could see now that the little brother was about 8
years old. James appeared to pounce on the little boy and the little boy
started laughing and wriggling -- trying to get out of James' grip.

James wound up kneeling, straddling the young boy and then he leaned
forward and started gently kissing the little boy's neck and then down to
his chest. The little boy seemed to like the kisses, he was laying
perfectly still with his eyes closed and he was smiling.

James scooted down a bit and started licking the little boy's nipples -- he
stayed at that for quite a while before moving farther down to the boy's
belly where his belly button got lots of attention and a thorough tongue
wash.

James then scooted all the way down by the end of the bed and he laid down,
propped up by his elbows. One of the little boy's tiny feet went into James
mouth -- all five toes at once, this got the little guy squirming a bit but
the smile never left his face. After several minutes the other foot
replaced the first one in James mouth and this foot got the same
attention. It was about 15 minutes after James first crawled on the bed
when he reached up and pulled down the little one's underpants. His
relatively tiny cock was at full mast. James scooted up a bit and lay down
between the young boy's legs. He started licking the little one's empty
scrotal sack and then the little boy boner disappeared in his mouth.

Timmy's pants and undies were, by his time, down around his ankles and he
was furiously masturbating.

Timmy learned then that even 8-year olds could have orgasms, after licking
and sucking for about five minutes the little boy's hips started bouncing
off the bed and then James put his hands beneath the boys butt and hugged
his genital area to his face.

Timmy's first solo orgasm came quickly after that.

Apparently exhausted, James rolled over onto his back right next to the
little boy and Timmy saw the little boy sit up and then crawl right up on
top of James' tummy.  They laid like that, tummy to tummy without moving
and after awhile Timmy lay his head down on his arms and joined them in
sleep, right there at the security console.

Gordon arrived in the Security office about 20 minutes later. He smiled
broadly at the sight of Timmy sleeping at the console with his pants and
underpants around his ankles but then frowned when he saw what was on the
screen.

He had intentionally never told Timmy about the cameras strategically
placed in each hotel room -- not so much because he didn't want Timmy to
know but because he was embarrassed. What he didn't want Timmy to know was
that his voyeurism went that far, that he would follow kids into their
bathrooms and watch them on toilet just for his own amusment. 'And now,' he
berated himself. 'now he was so stupid that he had left his secret
perversion displayed on the monitor and it was no secret any longer.

Gordon shook his head and tried to convince himself to worry about that
later, right now he needed to get Timmy into bed so he could sleep in a
comfortable position.

He inserted his right hand under Timmy's thighs and his left hand behind
his back and lifted Timmy up carefully. He carried him into his bedroom and
lay him down on the bed. Timmy still had his t-shirt on and his pants and
underwear were dangling around one ankle. Gordon pulled the pants and
undies off his bare foot and then, before he covered him with a light
sheet, Timmy got three kisses: one on his forehead, one on his tummy and
one -- Gordon couldn't help it -- on his limp cocklet.

As he closed the door to his apartment so Timmy could sleep in peace, there
was a very light knock on the door. Gordon never had people knocking on his
door so he had no idea who it might be -- he opened the door and there was
this boy, he was crying hard, gasping for breath, dressed only in underwear
and his face looked like it had run into a truck. He gulped in horror when
he finally recognized the boy -- it was James!

"Oh my God James!" Gordon exclaimed before pulling the boy into the office
and closing the door. He didn't say any more until he had snatched James up
in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. He plopped the toilet cover
down and sat James on it.

"Tim!" he yelled, "Come here quick."

He heard rustling and shuffling and soon bleary eyed Timmy wondered
in. When Timmy saw James, all traces of sleep were removed from his
face. "What happened?" he asked, not sure himself who to direct the
question to.

Gordon answered, "I don't know, James knocked on the door just two minutes
ago and there he was, just like that. I haven't tried to ask him anything
yet." As Gordon was talking he was getting several washcloths wet with
lukewarm water. He knelt down next to James and started, very gently,
washing away the blood that was smeared across his face. After the blood
was removed they could see that he had a cut over one eye and a bad bruise
on one cheek. His lip was also cut open, just below the bruise.

"James," Timmy asked, "what happened?"

Still crying hard, James tried to answer but all Gordon and Timmy could get
was something that sounded like, "my bad . . .".  "James try to calm down,"
Gordon told him, "you're safe now -- no one can hurt you here and you're
with two people who will protect you."

His words seemed to have a calming effect on James so Gordon asked: "Who
hit you James?"

"My d-d- (sniff, sniff) my dad!"

"But why?" Timmy asked.

"Never mind why Tim, we need all we need to know. You stay here with James,
I'm just going into the office to make a phone call."

Timmy wrapped James in a hug and kissed him on his forehead where there was
no damage. Gordon returned after about three minutes. "The police and the
paramedics are on the way. You better get your pants on," he said as he
swatted Timmy lightly on his bare butt.

Timmy had no sooner got his pants back on than there was a pounding on the
door. Gordon rushed out to the door and returned with two police officers
-- one man and one woman. They disappeared into the bathroom and just
moments later another pounding on the door. This time Gordon led two
paramedics into the bathroom. They left their stretcher parked outside the
bathroom door and within a couple minutes, one of them carried James out
and put him on the stretcher. James was strapped on the stretcher and
wheeled out of the office. The two police officers talked with Gordon for a
few minutes, made some notes in their ever-present notebooks and then went
out the office door.

Timmy rushed over to Gordon and jumped up on him, "What's happening now?"
he asked the initial shock finally wore off and tears filled his eyes.

"Timmy, James is being taken to the big hospital just a couple block from
here. They have to maybe put a stitch in that cut over his eye and they
have to take lots of tests to make sure he's all right. He'll be fine --
don't worry. Now his father -- those two officers who left here are taking
his father to jail -- it's against the law to hit a child, even your own
son, with that much force. You saw that bruise, he could even have a
fractured jaw."

Gordon sat on the bed and put Timmy on his lap. They hugged and they both
shed tears because of the memory of poor James' face.

The rest of the afternoon went slowly with thoughts of James never leaving
either Timmy's or Gordon's minds; Timmy was, in fact, in a state of shock
over seeing his beautiful, happy friend brutalized like he was. It was late
afternoon when Timmy was sitting at the security console looking at the
monitors without really seeing them that he finally got his thoughts
together: "Gordon!" Timmy said. Gordon who was in his apartment came out
and, seeing the thoughtful look on Timmy's face, sat down in the chair next
to him.

"Gordon," Timmy repeated, "I know what happened!"

Gordon had been doing his security work all afternoon and was currently
preoccupied with a problem so he had to ask, "What do you mean, 'what
happened'?

"To James!" Timmy stated simply.

"Well," Gordon said, "we already know his father punched him . . ." he
started to say when Timmy broke in.

"I mean I know WHY what happened happened."

Gordon looked at him doubtfully wondering if Timmy had concocted some
situation in his head or if he knew something Gordon didn't know; and if he
did, how. "Tell me about it Tim!"

When I came in the office you weren't here and I looked at the monitor
. . ." and Timmy proceeded to tell Gordon what he had seen James do with
his little brother.

The light started to dawn in Gordon's mind but he said nothing -- he wanted
to hear Timmy's explanation of the rest of the story.

"I figure James' dad came into the room -- maybe they thought he wouldn't
be back for a long time, that's why James didn't worry about being naked
with his brother on top of him. Anyway his father came in, saw James and
the little brother and . . . well I guess he started screaming at James and
maybe James said something back that got his dad really mad and his father
flipped out and punched him in the face,. Maybe then James fell and hit his
head on something, cutting his eye open."

Timmy was sure he was right about all this --- it fit so nicely, but as
sure as he was he was surprised when Gordon said: Timmy, you're going to
make a great detective some day. You put that together better than that
detective on that TV show . . . oh yes, Monk!"

"Wow!" Timmy exclaimed, "you really think so? Monk is my favorite!"

"I certainly do think so, you just got promoted to the job of head of my
Detective Work Division!" Gordon said, creating a new position and a
nonexistent division -- but it made Timmy very happy and, to Gordon, that
was all that mattered.

"Gordon?" Timmy asked then, "Does James have a mom here? I know he has two
brothers but how about a mom and if he doesn't, where are the two brothers
now?"

"Good question!" Gordon said, "lets peek into their room and see if they're
there." Gordon sat down in the center seat and started to type in the
commands that would allow him to see in the room.

"That reminds me!" Timmy said, "How come you never told me about being able
to look into people's rooms?"

Gordon said nothing and expected Timmy to be mad at him for doing that but
instead he heard: "That is so COOL! How come you didn't show me?"

"Well," Gordon said, about to come up with a big lie, "That feature is
still not working right and it's difficult to get it to work at all. I
wasn't going to tell you until I had it working right!"

That explanation was good enough for Timmy -- after all, he reasoned, it
would be like giving me a broken toy. "So are they there?"

Gordon had just finished accessing the cameras for James' room and when the
pictures came up, no one was there. Gordon looked for a few minutes,
studying what he saw and then said, "I looks like they left the hotel. See,
there aren't even any suitcases or clothes in that open closet."

"Oh!" Timmy said with a downcast look. "I guess we'll never know now!"

"Well," Gordon reasoned, "It wouldn't do any good for us to know all the
details -- this is a hotel and people come and go. Say, you need to get
back to your room don't you? You're dad will probably be back soon."

Timmy looked at his watch, "Yeah!" he said with a sad voice, "I didn't
realize it was that late." After a long thoughtful pause Timmy said shyly,
"Do you think you have the time for you to do . . . ummm . . . you know
. . . what you did before?" And Timmy placed his hand on his crotch to
illustrate.

"Tim," Gordon said in a voice that shook with emotion, "I'll always find
time for that! Come on, let me carry you!"

Timmy stretched out his arms in the typical "carry me" way and Gordon
picked him up. Timmy wrapped his arms around Gordon's neck and his legs
around his waist; he rubbed his cheek on Gordon's and started
giggling. "That fur on your face tickles," Timmy said referring to Gordon's
"five o'clock shadow".

Gordon laughed, "You think it tickles now, wait till you feel it on your
tummy." he threatened.

With a giggling Timmy in his arms Gordon walked into the bedroom and
deposited the bundle on the bed. "Come on Tim," he said while pulling Timmy
into a sitting position, "let's get that shirt off."

Gordon pulled the t-shirt over Timmy's head and then rapidly pushed him
back on the bed and buried his "furry" chin in Timmy's tummy. Timmy laughed
until he was out of breath -- squirming all the while. Finally he found his
voice, "Stop Gordon, I'm gonna pee!"

"Oh yeah?" Gordon said with a big grin, "well I know how to fix that."
Gordon yanked Timmy's shorts and undies off together and, sure enough,
Timmy's little cock was all shrunk from the laughing and tickling. As soon
as Gordon touched it with his tongue it started to grow and as it grew,
peeing became the last thing on Timmy's mind.

Timmy closed his eyes and zoned out. The only thing in his world right now
was a tongue, a warm mouth and the peaceful feeling of having someone you
trust and love holding your most private parts in his mouth and bringing
you to the very heights of ecstasy.

Gordon felt like he could do this forever, that's how much he enjoyed
having Timmy's ever growing cock between his lips and under the loving care
of his tongue. All too soon however he felt Timmy's cock start pulsing and
felt Timmy trying to shove that cock farther and farther into his
mouth. Timmy's moan when he reached and started to descend from that
orgasmic plateau was music to his ears, for sure; it told him that he had
satisfied his little lover -- but that music also signaled the end of the
show.

Just five minutes later, with a big sloppy kiss on Timmy's forehead and a
pat on his now properly clothed bubble butt, Gordon sent Timmy on his way.

Gordon knew now that having this horny kid all to himself was an
impossibility but he felt great satisfaction from moments like this:
watching the beautiful boy pad down the hall toward the elevator -- knowing
that tomorrow was another day and tomorrow may give him another chance to
have Timmy all for himself -- if only for an hour or so.