Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2009 20:37:40 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: HOTEL TIMES 4

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 fourth 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 3:

"We're supposed to check out tomorrow and I imagine my mom will be watching
me like a hawk." With a smile he added, "I really enjoyed today Tim -- I
don't think I'll ever forget how great you are . . ."

Timmy blushed and was about to return the complement when Benjie finished
his sentence.

"How great you are at giving blow jobs!"

Timmy laughed. "Just make sure you tell your mom that -- and tell her
you'll never jack off again -- tell her that when you feel like doing it,
you'll find someone to give you a blow job!"

The boys took one last shower together -- Benjie got another one of those
great Timmy blow jobs and, eventually, they went their separate ways.

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HOTEL TIMES 4

When Timmy arrived in the security office the next morning after having
breakfast with his dad (an unusual occurrence), Gordon had just finished
dressing and was off to do his mornings work.

"Tim," he said, I have to go and do my usual morning routine stuff, why
don't you just watch the monitors -- maybe you'll find something
interesting to watch."

"OK!" Timmy said, "But I don't know all the room numbers to type in. We
watched some yesterday, Benjie and me, but we were just guessing about room
numbers."

"Oh well one of the features of this program will take care of that."
Gordon told him. "While you're in the program just press the "Tab" key on
the keyboard and it will move you through all the rooms that have
registered guests and skip the one's that don't."

"Way Cool!" Timmy exclaimed as he started pressing the Tab key.

Gordon left the office and Timmy continued "tabbing" his way through the
hotel rooms. He found lots of uninteresting adults; 'Funny!' he thought to
himself, 'Seeing these adults naked on the monitor is really boring. I've
had a lot of naked fun with Gordon and we've even sexed each other up but I
don't think of Gordon as an adult -- he's just (giggle) a big, big kid.'
It didn't take too much longer for Timmy to find something that did
interest him: a dreamy looking boy on the 14th floor. He was just walking
in the door of the hotel room and he was by himself. The boy looked to be
just about Timmy's age, maybe a bit older. He had blonde hair, a beautiful
body and, in Timmy's book, even with his clothes on, he was a "10".

The boy sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his sandals, pulled off his
t-shirt and pulled of his shorts -- leaving him in just his white briefs
and leaving Timmy with a boner.

The boy laid down and closed his eyes and Timmy was sure he was just going
to go to sleep when he noticed the boy's right hand snake into his
briefs. His hand, under his briefs was moving up and down (had there been
audio available on the system, Timmy would have heard a breathtaking sigh!)

Timmy's boner, in his own briefs, was getting claustrophobic and soon Timmy
gave it the relief it needed. After his shorts and undies were kicked into
a corner, he glanced back up at the monitor and discovered that blondie's
briefs had magically disappeared (this was, after all, an offshoot of the
"Magic Kingdom!) and blondie was stroking his beautiful, kid-sized boner
ever so slowly.

Timmy grabbed his bone and started matching blondie stroke for stroke. Soon
however, as freaking enjoyable as that was, that wasn't enough; after
James, his first one-on-one, boy-on-boy experience, and after Benjie his
second and so far hottest, watching on a monitor may never again 'be
enough.' Timmy wanted to be there with this boy in real time and he started
trying to figure out a way to do that.

His first thought was the obvious, call the kid and make up some story
about seeing him around the hotel -- 'that's lame' Timmy thought, 'but
then' the more he thought about it, 'it maybe just lame enough that it
might work.'

As Timmy's hand went toward the phone he started rehearsing what to say and
by the time he had dialed the room number on his screen he was satisfied
that he at least had a start -- he was going to be bold and actually tell
this kid what he had in mind. If the kid hung up on him -- nothing lost; if
the kid invited him in -- he might have a lot to gain -- 'a whole mouthful'
he thought as the phone started ringing.

On the screen Timmy found those disappearing briefs, they were around his
ankles and, as the phone started ringing he was working harder and faster
on his hard cock. It looked, at first, like he was going to ignore the
phone but then he sat up, said something Timmy couldn't hear ('probably a
real bad curse' Timmy thought to himself as he giggled) and then blondie
swung his legs over the side of the bed to reach the phone on the
nightstand.

"'ello!" The boy's voice came through the phone. The accent surprised Timmy
for a moment, it sounded like that crocodile hunter guy or maybe that guy
on Masterpiece Theatre.

"Hi!" Timmy responded. "Hey look you don't know me but I saw you in the
hotel today and . . . well to be honest you looked pretty hot!"

On the screen the boy took the phone from his ear and looked at it like
maybe it might give him a clue about what to say in response to that
obvious comeon -- it sounded like another kid on the phone so he didn't
feel in danger. "Uhhh . . . well thanks I guess." he finally said, "Howdja
know what room I was in? Did ya follow me?"

'Thanks for that' Timmy thought; he really hadn't thought how to explain
that. "Uhhh yes! Well I really wasn't exactly following you but I did see
you in the hallway and . . . uhh I just happened to notice what room you
went in (giggle)"

"Well Mr. secret admirer, could you give me a name?" The boy asked.

Not quite sure what the boy meant he replied: "Well no! I don't know your
name!"

The boy on the screen fell backwards onto the bed and Timmy could hear his
laughter through the receiver.

"I must say," the boy told Timmy, "this has to be the most unique phone
call of my life. What I meant to ask was YOUR name!"

"Oh!" Timmy said a bit embarrassed now but more than encouraged to continue
by the scene on his monitor. The naked boy was now playing with his cock
while waiting for Timmy's answer. "My name is . . ." he hesitated before
saying "Timmy" -- that was starting to sound childish. He liked what Gordon
called him most of the time, 'Tim.' "My name is Tim!" he finally concluded.

"I say, that was a very long hesitation. I gather that you're using an
alias?"

"No! No it really is Tim." Timmy explained, "Its just that everyone calls
me Timmy and . . . well that makes me sound like a little kid."

"How old are you Tim? If you're an adult -- although you don't SOUND like
an adult -- we prob'ly shouldn't be having this conversation."

"Oh no," Timmy said quickly, "I didn't mean that I'm not a kid I just meant
that Timmy is just too . . . uhh, too cute I guess."

"I'll agree with you there, Timmy is cute . . . uhh, the name I mean. So
how old ARE you Tim, you still haven't said."

"I'm ten . . . ten and a half actually. And since you asked, can you give
ME a name and, perhaps, an age?" Timmy said, intentionally using the
awkward phrasing that the boy used.

The boy chuckled, he understood that he was being mocked. "You are quite an
amusing fellow." he said. "Yes My name is Phillip and I'm eleven -- jest
bout eleven and a 'af."

"Nice to meet you Phillip!" Timmy said and then quickly added, "But I guess
I haven't met you yet and . . . well that's why I called. I'd LIKE to meet
you. Maybe you'd let me stop by your room so we could get to know each
other."

"Now that sounds a bit dangerous." Phillip teased, "I'm speaking with
someone who admits to having . . . what's that expression . . . ah, I
remember -- having the hots for me. The question is will I be safe in a
privit room with my secret admirer."

"Oh I get it!" Timmy said, "You're teasing me right?"

Phillip laughed, "Yes I'm afraid I am. Well I guess I don't need to supply
a room number -- come on up -- or down, depending on where you are but I
must warn you, if you're not quite alone the door will close as fast as it
opened."

"Thanks!" Timmy said. "I'll be there in a couple minutes and I understand
about the being alone thing -- kids have to be careful."

Timmy leaped up and rushed for the door. He opened it and then, "Oh
Shit". He slammed the door, turned around and there were his pants and
undies in the corner where he kicked them. He had to laugh at himself and
at the first thought in his head, 'I'd love to see the expression on
Phillip's face if I showed up with my wiener sticking out. I wonder if he'd
let me in then?'

After he got properly dressed again, Timmy made a dash for the elevators
and pressed the button for Phillip's floor. Timmy was nervous! Meeting
people for the first time always did that to him but at the same time he
felt proud of himself! He came to this hotel a shy virgin and in just a
couple days he had gotten naked with an adult and with two kids about his
own age, had had his first, second, third and many more orgasms and now he
was actually making moves on a kid a whole year older than him. 'And this
kid,' Timmy said to himself 'has a face and a body that make my knees
weak.'

The elevator doors opened and Timmy walked slowly down the hall trying all
the while to think what to say when Phillip opened the door: Maybe, 'Hi!
Here's your secret admirer.' No that's too corny. Maybe the direct
approach. 'Hi! I'm Timmy and I'd love to have your dick in my mouth -- I
hope it's clean!' Timmy had to laugh at himself for that one but then again
he had the feeling that Phillip might like that one!

Timmy arrived at the door and the internal dialogue came to an end when he
knocked. Nothing happened for what seemed an eternity. Timmy ran through
the options in his head: 'Maybe he ran off -- maybe he's as scared as I am
-- maybe his parents are there now'. Then the door opened a crack and
Phillip's face appeared in that crack.

"Hi! I'm Tim!" was all Timmy could think to say.

Phillip opened the door the rest of the way and Timmy almost had his next
orgasm when he saw that Phillip was wearing only a bath towel around his
waist.

"Hi Tim!" Phillip responded. "I didn't expect you so soon; I just took a
shower to freshen up."

"H-h-hi!" Timmy sputtered as he looked Phillip up and down from his blonde
hair to his beautiful face to his 'Oh my God.' Timmy thought, 'his nipples
are standing out' and then down to his smooth, hairless legs and his small
feet.

"Well come in Tim," Phillip said, "before I catch a chill in this hallway."
Timmy stepped in and Phillip closed the door.

"H-h-hi!" Timmy seemed to be at a loss for words -- "Hi" was the only one
that came to mind.

Phillip smiled. "You know Tim, I really envy your balls!"

Wide-eyed, Timmy had a flashback and immediately brought his hands down to
his crotch. "I DID remember, didn't I, to put my pants on before I left the
security room?' he asked himself. Whew! I did!'

Phillip started laughing so hard when Timmy grabbed his crotch that he
almost lost his towel, and that made him laugh even harder. "Oh my GOD!"
Phillip howled, "You are just a riot! What I meant was it took balls
. . . you know guts, to just call a stranger and invite yourself over."

Finally an expression that Timmy understood. "Well," he said, "I figured
that was the only way I'd ever meet you -- I wouldn't have . . . umm, had
the balls to walk up to you and just start talking -- the telephone made it
easier."

"Yes I guess it would be easier on the phone! So Tim, are you a poofter?"

"A what?" Timmy asked.

"Oh I'm sorry, I keep forgetting that you Yanks don't know all of our
expressions. Gay! I was asking if you are gay!"

"Uhhh well I don't know . . ." Timmy answered, "I've never had a crush on a
girl, never even wanted to, so I . . . uhh . . . I guess I might be! I
might be a poofter (giggle)"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Phillip asked, "You know, one that you do stuff
with."

"Yeah," Timmy said, starting to get his self-confidence back, "Well a
couple so far! Two days ago I met a kid and we . . . uhhh . . . we did
stuff. It was really, really nice! He was my first boyfriend -- then
yesterday I met another boy and we did stuff too."

"Oh my! So you're already dumping both of them for me? Or," Phillip added
with a big smile, "are you just going to use me and discard me too?"

"Oh no!" Timmy said seriously, not really understanding the British sense
of humor, "I would be with one of them today but they both left the
hotel. So how about you? Are you gay?"

"No!" Phillip said and Timmy's face went from all smiles to very
serious. "I guess I'm only half gay." he continued. I like boys -- you know
in that way -- but I'm also attracted to girls."

Timmy's eyes grew large. He had never considered before yesterday when
Benjie told him he liked to see girls naked, that someone could like boys
and girls. "You ever done stuff with a girl" Timmy asked very seriously.

"No! Well almost!" Phillip replied." There is a neighbor girl and we
touched and stuff. She had never seen a boys cock and I had never seen a
girls quim."

"Quim? What's that?

"Oh there I go again," Phillip said. "I guess the word they use here is
pussy or . . . let me think . . . oh yes snatch."

Timmy had heard those words before. "So . . . uhhh" Timmy started but he
really didn't know how to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Come on Tim!" Phillip said. "For a boy as bold as you finishing that
sentence shouldn't be difficult! Just say it."

And Timmy did. "I'd really like for us to get naked together and fool
around." As he said it he felt his face getting hot and he knew he was
blushing.

"I would too!" Phillip said very simply.

"You WOULD?" Timmy asked unbelievingly.

"Yes!" Phillip said. "And since you have the most to take off maybe you
should start!"

Timmy was getting to like this straightforward, no bullshit approach he had
been using -- it got him all the way from the Security Office to here so he
wasn't about to stop. "I'd really like for you to do it!" He said.

Phillip shook his head a bit, not to indicate no but to indicate that he
couldn't believe this kid! Phillip moved over to the bed and sat on the
edge of the mattress. "Come over here Tim!" He said invitingly.

Tim approached and as he did Phillip spread is legs to indicate that he
wanted Timmy to stand between them -- when he did this the towel shifted
and he displayed more than a bit of his cock. Timmy stopped and stared --
he couldn't help it; then not wanting to appear rude he continued until he
was standing right between Phillip's bare knees.

Phillip stood up, intending to remove Timmy's t-shirt and when he did,
Timmy was so close, that their bodies pressed up against each other. Their
faces, now just inches apart invited a kiss and that was what
followed. Phillip had thick, beautiful lips and when they came into contact
with Timmy's, Timmy closed his eyes and lost control. His tongue darted
into Phillips mouth with an urgency he had never experienced before.

Phillip's tongue also wrestled well and as it fought back Timmy found that
this was one competition he actually wanted to loose. The feeling of
Phillip's tongue in his mouth and this new found desire to actually suck on
someone's tongue was too much -- literally too much. Timmy's orgasm had
been building so it didn't take him by surprise but Phillip was certainly
surprised when Timmy squeezed his eyes closed, started ramming his crotch
up against Phillip's towel-covered crotch and then started sucking
Phillip's tongue so hard, Phillip thought it might rip off.

An orgasm never seems to last long enough -- at least to the one having it
-- and to Timmy this was definitely the case but with a boy of his age an
orgasm is not the end of lust, it's just a very brief intermission. Timmy
and Phillip stood there at the edge of the bed with their arms still around
each other, with their lips still together and with each tongue
occasionally reaching out for a kiss from the other. Timmy was still fully
dressed so Phillip was not getting the sensory overload that Timmy was with
his hands caressing Phillip's smooth, strong back. Timmy's hands eventually
strayed down to the top of the towel and very, very soon they were pushing
their way inside that soft barrier.

Phillip enjoyed Timmy's soft, small hands stroking his back and then lower
until they had pushed down far enough to cause his loosely tied towel to
drop away. He felt no embarrassment -- he only felt the very early onset of
his own orgasm, deep down in his belly, slowly rising -- as was his already
very hard cock.

Without the restraint of the towel, Timmy kneaded Phillip's butt cheeks
with an expertise that even he didn't know he possessed had.  He could feel
Phillip's butt cheeks tighten up and loosen, much as his own did when the
sexual excitement was nearing its peak.

Phillip was surprised when Timmy hands left his back and his butt and came
around to his chest in a pushing movement. Saddened, Phillip thought, 'Well
now that he's had his 'bang' he's ready to leave.' In response Phillip sat
back down on the edge of the bed only to find that Timmy's hands were still
pressing him away -- 'no not away,' he thought, 'he wants me to lay back on
the bed.'

From his prone position, Phillip saw Timmy undress: First his t-shirt, then
he dropped his shorts and then slowly 'dramatically', Phillip thought,
Timmy removed his briefs. Then he thought Timmy was shrinking but no, Timmy
was getting to his knees and Phillip saw Timmy's face appear right behind
his erection.

At first, Timmy didn't touch Phillip's erection -- he was saving that for
dessert, he began kissing and licking Phillips' inner thighs and soon found
his nose pushing against Phillip's nut sack.

When Timmy started tonguing his balls and then started sucking on them and
tickling them with his tongue Phillip came so close to cumming that he had
to start counting backwards to delay the inevitable.

Finally, after Timmy had thoroughly washed Timmy's balls he moved up and,
as he lowered his mouth onto Phillip's overexcited cock he noticed that
Phillip had a few pubic hairs sprouting up above his cock. He would have
said something to Phillip, complemented him or something, but he knew since
early childhood it isn't polite to talk with your mouth full and right then
his mouth was very full -- and it seemed to be getting fuller.

Timmy clamped his lips closed and started using the oral masturbation
technique he had by now perfected. Intending to give Phillip the blow job
of his life he worked Phillips dick hard, used his tongue furiously and
began to slowly lower his head even more so that Phillip's bloated dick
started to work its way down his throat.

Phillip was not very experienced at getting blow jobs and what he was
feeling, as his dick entered Timmy's hot narrow throat was totally
overwhelming. He lasted only seconds more and then he, reflexively, grabbed
the sides of Timmy's head and began coaxing more of his dick down this
small boy's throat. As he did this his orgasm hit, stronger than any he had
ever experienced -- it was actually painful but at that moment it was a
pain he wanted more and more of.

Timmy would have known the moment of climax even without the added surprise
-- the sudden gush of Philip's watery cum rushing down his throat.

Phillip lay immobile for the longest time. Timmy would have thought that he
had killed his new friend if it wasn't for the powerful rising and falling
of Phillips chest. "Tim," Phillip finally murmured as he raised his arms in
the air, "come here." was all he said.

Timmy crawled up the bed and melted into Phillip's waiting arms. "Was it
good?" Timmy asked modestly.

"Good!" Phillip exclaimed, "I heard the freakin' angels singin' -- I
thought I'd passed through those Pearly Gates. Tim, you are a God! Never
have I ever experienced anything that intense -- and if I ever do again it
jus' might kill me for sure.

Timmy just blushed prettily as Phillip encompassed his upper body in a hug
that made his bones ache but at the same time he experienced a strong sense
of love. "Phillip!" he finally said, "I have to tell you something."
Phillip looked at Timmy's face and he could see the goofy grin so he knew
it wasn't anything bad; he smiled back.

"What do you have to tell me my little God!"

"Those probably weren't angels you heard singing -- I think I farted just
as you came down my throat."

Phillip threw his arms out to his sides and repeatedly beat the mattress as
he laughed hysterically. "My dear God," he finally said, presumably
addressing the main one and not the one laying on his stomach, "What good
deed have I done to deserve one of your angels visiting me making me laugh
harder than I've ever laughed in my life and giving me the best blow job I
could ever have?"

Timmy said nothing and neither did Phillip for long minutes. Finally Timmy
had to ask: "What did he say?" That, of course caused Phillip to leave on
another laughing jag. When he quieted down Phillip said, "I think he said I
should just enjoy you while I have you and should stop asking so many
freaking questions.

"Well," Timmy replied, "you have me as long as you're in the hotel -- I'll
be here all summer long --- until my school starts. How long will I have
YOU?"

"Unfortunately just three more days!" Phillip mused. "But we can have one
hell of a party for three days -- my parents are hardly ever here at the
hotel -- they're doin' somethin' at Disney."

"Wow!" Timmy exclaimed, "My dad is working at Disney too and he's hardly
ever here either. I wonder if my dad and your parents know each other.

"For his sake I hope he don't!" Phillip said with a smirk, "My parents are
a royal pain in the arse."

Timmy chuckled and was about to respond when he felt Phillips arms go
around him and then felt himself being flipped over on his back. Phillip
landed on top of him and landed a flurry of kisses on his face, neck and,
much to his surprise, his armpits. Phillip worked hard at those armpits and
soon Timmy was giggling so hard, from Phillip's ticklish tongue, he had to
yell "Stop or I'm going to pee."

Phillip stuck his head up. "You really have to pee?" he asked seriously.

"Well yes I guess, I haven't done it since before breakfast." Timmy
answered.

"Would you consider me some kind of nutter if I asked you to pee on me?"
Phillip asked with a sheepish grin.

Timmy gave his evil grin and said, "After the way you attacked my, ewwww,
my arm pits I already consider you a . . . a nutter -- is that the word?"

Phillip chuckled. "Yes that's the word! So will you?"

"Sure, I guess!"

Phillip leaped up and pulled Timmy up with him. He took Timmy's hand and
led him into the bathroom. "You're not going to hate me now are you?" he
asked solemnly.

Timmy wrapped his arms around Phillips waist. "I'm sure I could never hate
you . . . not even (giggle) if you wanted to eat my poo."

Phillip laughed a gentle laugh. "I assure you, that was NOT the next on the
menu -- except I may be licking your arse hole a lot later."

Timmy's turn to laugh and shake his head. "My dear God," he said, looking
at the ceiling and not so subtly mocking Phillip, "What have I done to
deserve falling in love with a nutter?"

"Y-y-you think you love me?" Phillip stuttered.

"How could I resist, you're beautiful, you talk funny and you love me!" He
hesitated then for a second. "I can tell that you love me!"

"I confess!" was all Phillip needed to say.

"Come, I'm going to lay down in the bathtub, you're going to stand over me
and let me feel you peeing all over me."

Phillip laid down in the tub and a dubious Timmy stepped in straddling his
legs. "Move up farther!" Phillip said. "Start with my face."

Nothing in his short life had prepared Timmy for this but he did as asked
and soon unleashed a strong stream of pee right on Phillip's face. Timmy,
little did he know, hadn't seen anything yet. Phillip suddenly opened his
mouth wide and started drinking the pee -- Timmy was too shocked -- and, he
had to admit later, too fascinated, -- to move the stream away from
Phillip's mouth. Everything Timmy had left in his bladder at that point
went right down Phillip's throat.

Phillip wasn't quite through surprising Timmy. "Kneel down over my face Tim
-- I want your cock in my mouth."

Timmy hesitated just for a split second wondering about putting his wiener
in the same place where he just peed but then he realized he was being
stupid. Timmy knelt down with is knees just even with Phillip's shoulders
and went forward until he was on his hands and knees. From there, with just
a small hip adjustment, he plunged his still shrunken penis in Phillip's
mouth.

Timmy learned than that he was not the only one with a talented
tongue. Between the warm wet suctioning of Phillip's mouth and his exciting
tongue work Timmy was not only erect within a minute, but he could already
feel that pressure in the pit of his stomach -- a pressure that, he knew
very well by now, would lead to another earth shaking orgasm.

Phillip was enjoying the experience as he always did when he talked one of
his mates into giving him a golden shower and then immediately sucked the
remaining urine and the other fluids from his mate's cock. He knew that
many of his mates considered him weird for doing what he does and he also
knew that some kids were only his mates because of his great blowjobs. He
really hoped, however, he hadn't put off Timmy; he really, really liked
Timmy and that was just from the last hour or so knowing him. He was sure
that after a day or so, the loving feelings he felt toward Timmy could
easily turn into a genuinely deep love.

After taking a no-more-sex shower together the two boys lay down in
Phillip's bed and were soon dreaming of things young boys dream of. Timmy
slept on his back and Phillip slept with one arm and one leg draped over
him.

It was several hours later when Timmy felt the bed shaking. He opened his
eyes and held back a scream. Reaching over him (naked and exposed as he
was) was a lady police officer. She was shaking the shoulder of the equally
naked Phillip.

"Phillip darling," she was saying, "wake up! Mommy's here!"

Timmy wished he could curl up tight enough to disappear but the laws of
physics were not suspended and all he could do was lay there staring up at
the smiling lady, praying he didn't have a boner! Then a string of thoughts
came rapid fire into Timmy's brain: 'She's smiling!' 'She's not upset to
find me naked underneath Phillip in his bed!' 'She's a COP wearing a funny
uniform!'  Finally Phillip was shaken out of the la la land of his
dreams. He opened his eyes and without even a hesitation he said, "'ello
mum, why you 'ere so early?"

"We thought we'd surprise you and take you out to dinner!" Then she looked
Timmy straight in the eye and said, "you're of course invited too. I'm so
glad Phillip has found a friend. I'm Emma Phelps and this, she said
pointing to another police officer standing in the doorway, "is Phillip's
dad, Carl Phelps."

Timmy looked like he may cry when he said, "I'm sorry Mrs. Phelps. I
shouldn't be here! I better go!"

"Oh nonsense . . . ahhh what's your name?"

"Timmy!" Timmy said, forgetting to shorten it to Tim.

"Well Timmy," Mrs Phelps continues, "You two make such a lovely couple. Why
would you think you should go." Then after a brief hesitation when a light
came on in her head she said, "Oh my! You think Carl and I will be mad at
you. Well listen good Timmy. Carl and I have known that Phillip was gay
since he was eight years old and we have no problems with it -- and judging
from the peaceful smile on your face before I woke you up I'd say you are
here because you want to be here and that makes it just perfect.

"Now come along you two. Get yourselves dressed and we'll be waiting for
you in the sitting room." With that Mr. and Mrs. Phelps scurried out of the
room. "And do hurry," they heard her say from the other room, "We only have
one and a half hours before we have to be back at the park." Just when they
thought she was finished they heard one more comment, "And Phillip will you
please stop using that nasty cockney accent -- you know you speak perfect
English."

That started Phillip blushing and Timmy giggling. "Well," Phillip said, "It
sure sounds more impressive than," he screwed up his face and said in a
falsetto meant to imitate his mom, "perfect English."

As the boys were throwing their clothes on Timmy said to Phillip in a low
secretive voice, "Why didn't you tell me that your parents were cops?"

Phillip chuckled. "Don't ever let them hear you call them 'cops.' They're
Constables! And what's the difference? I knew that they know about me and I
knew they would have no problem with you're being here."

"But," Timmy said, getting to the root of his problem with the whole
situation, "But she saw me naked."

"Yeah!" Phillip chuckled, "and she also saw you with a piss hard on!"

"Oh God! Did I?"

"Yes!" Phillip said as he continued chuckling. "It was hard when I opened
my eyes but you should have seen how fast it shrunk when she looked at you
and asked you to join us for dinner."

The boys finished dressing and the Phelps' took them to a lovely dinner at
one of the hotel's restaurants. It turned out that, at least in Timmy's
eyes, the Phelps' were anything but the pains "in the arse" that Phillip
described -- they did pay a lot of attention to Phillip and were always
asking him how things were and that's probably what bothered Phillip.

It turned out that the Phelps' were here to teach some new crowd control
techniques to the Disney security people and, as Phillip had said, they
would be gone in just a few days. During dinner Timmy was invited to spend
the night with Phillip for the remainder of their stay at the hotel.

When the Phelps' returned to Disney, Timmy and Phillip were sitting at the
table finishing their large cokes. "That's nice that your mom is ok with my
spending every night with you." Timmy said with the beginnings of a grin on
his face. Phillip nodded and went to take another chug of his drink. "I
think," Timmy continued, waiting until Phillip had the glass tipped up,
"she just wants to see me naked again!" Timmy had planned the timing of
that remark and laughed loudly as Phillips Coke squirted out of his nose.

Not long after that, with Timmy still grinning broadly over his successful
prank, Gordon appeared at the table.

"Hey Tim!" he said. "What you been up to all day!"

"Just hanging around!" Timmy replied. "Oh, this is my friend Phillip --
he's from England."

"Nice to meet you Phillip!" Gordon said as he held out a hand to shake.

"Phillip's parents," Timmy continued, "are police constables -- they're
just here for a few more days to teach some security stuff to the Disney
security people. Oh Phillip," he said, remembering his manners, "This is
Gordon, my good friend and the head of security for this hotel."

"Nice to meet you sir!" Phillip said.

"Hey!" Gordon responded, "if you're a friend of Timmy's you can drop the
sir -- just call me Gordon. So Tim are you going to show Phillip the
Security office?"

"Can I?" Timmy asked, not sure anymore about what was supposed to be a
secret and what wasn't.

"Sure!" Gordon replied. "Just remember, just like with Benjie, promises
have to be made to view the special cameras."

"OK Gordon thanks!" Timmy said. "Are you going to be up there?"

"Probably much later," Gordon answered, "There are some very large banquets
going on tonight and I have to be down there to make sure everything goes
OK. In fact I have to be somewhere right now," Gordon said looking at his
watch, "I'll be late so you're in charge up there." Gordon said as he
turned to leave -- knowing he was leaving Timmy looking very important in
front of his new friend."

Phillip looked at Timmy and asked, "You're in charge?"

"Yes," Timmy said grinning, "I'm like Gordon's second in command!"

"And you have a key for the Security Office?" Phillip asked.

"I have the combination!" Timmy said grandly. "Comeon lets go -- you'll
love this!"

And Philip did indeed love the special cameras. The boys spend the next two
hours ogling the boys and, since Phillip had an interest, also the
girls. After a while the boys were very horny and Timmy escorted Phillip
into Gordon's living quarters where he immediately began stripping.

"Should we be in here? Won't Gordon get mad?" Phillip asked.

"No way! Phillip this is a big, big secret and if you tell anyone you'll
get me in big trouble and you'll probably get Gordon fired so you have to
give me your biggest oath that you'll tell noone. You promise?"

"Sure!" Phillip said, bubbling over with curiosity.

"I mean this Phillip! Timmy said sternly. "You have to swear!"

"I swear I won't tell anyone!" Philllip said very seriously.

"OK here goes. Gordon loves boys!"

"He's a pedo?" Phillip said shocked.

"I don't know about that, but he gives great blow jobs but only to boys who
ask for it. If you ask him I guess he'll do anything you want, if you don't
ask he won't touch you."

"So have you and Gordon . . .?" Phillip trailed off not needing to finish
the sentence.

"Yes! And like I said, he gives great blow jobs." Timmy started giggling
then.

"What's so funny?"

"Well one time I tried to give him one when he was sleeping and it started
out ok but he has a real big one and when I got it in my mouth it started
growing."

Phillip started laughing then cause he could see what happened in his
mind. "I was lucky," Timmy concluded, "I spit it out when I did or it would
have broken my jaw."

After the giggle fits were over Phillip got very serious. "Timmy?" he
asked, "That stuff we did before -- in the tub -- do you think I'm a
freak?"

"Oh no Phillip!" Timmy cried as he grabbed Phillip into a hug. "Actually
that was pretty neat, peeing in your mouth and then, right away, putting my
cock in where the pee went. Does pee taste bad?"

"No!" Phillip answered, "It tastes a little salty but its really pure water
-- some organ in the body, I forget which one, filters out all the bad
stuff. After awhile you get to like it."

"I wanna try it!" Timmy stated. "You need to pee now?"

"Yeah, big time!" Phillip said.

"So get naked and lets go -- I'll be waiting for you in the tub."

Good to his word, when Phillip had finished getting undressed he came into
the bathroom to find a nervous but grinning Timmy laying in the tub. As
Phillip stepped into tub he noticed that Timmy had a very impressive boner
- standing tall and proud. Putting aside a thought that jumped into his
mind at the sight of Timmy laying there with his cock reaching for the sky
-- or something else, he stepped up so that he was in the perfect position
to pee in Timmy's mouth.

"Kneel down OK?" Timmy asked.

Phillip did as asked and now his cock was just inches from Timmy's mouth.

"Can you pee just a little bit so I can taste it?" Timmy asked, obviously
still unsure about this experiment.

"Yes I guess I can," Phillip replied, "but it's hard to shut it off once it
starts."

Phillip moved forward a bit so that his cock was directly over Timmy's now
wide open mouth. He relaxed his muscles just a bit and sure enough a small
stream of pee shot into Timmy's mouth. Initially Timmy started gagging but
then he got control of his gag reflex and slowly swallowed Phillip's
pee. After a long minute the final judgement came: "Not bad at all!

"OK Phillip, stand up and give me a pee shower -- all over, not just my
mouth!"

Phillip stood and let loose his stream. He loved this because while he had
received many golden showers from his mates he had never found one who was
willing to be on the receiving end. Phillip strayed Timmy's face and his
open mouth than he started backing up, getting Timmy's neck, chest, tummy,
his cock and balls got a big blast and then, turning around rapidly he got
his legs and feet before the stream stopped.

Phillip turned around to see Timmy's reaction and Timmy was grinning like a
fool. "That was way cool!" he finally said.

Phillip turned his head around to check on Timmy's cock -- it was still
standing at attention. "Can I try something else Tim?" he asked.

"Yeah! I guess!" Timmy said cautiously not sure what he was agreeing to.

"Don't worry, you'll love this! Phillip assured him. Phillip grabbed the
bar of soap from the soap dish and turned on the water just a bit, enough
to get his hands wet and work up a lather with the soap. He then soaped up
Timmy's erection -- he swore it grew even more in his hand. Timmy was
moaning, figuring he was just going to get jacked off with soap; but
Phillip had another idea, After Timmy's cock was covered with soap lather
he kneeled down, pointed Timmy's pole at his pucker and lowered himself
until he felt that the cock was in the right position -- just hitting him
on his pucker.

"OK here goes!" he announced as he lowered himself farther and farther
until he felt the head of Timmy's dick pop into his anus -- then he kept it
up until, eventually Timmy's entire cock was at home in his rectum.

Timmy had trouble believing what he was seeing and feeling. 'Phillip is
going to let me butt fuck him.' he said, unbelievingly to himself. Then
when the head of his cock popped into Phillip's ass the sensations started
growing stronger and stronger. He felt his cock slipping into this warm,
moist sheath but it wasn't just a smooth tube as he had pictured it -- it
was filled with ridges and bumps and he could feel it getting more and more
snug until he felt Phillip's butt sitting on him. As if that initial thrill
ride into Phillip's butt wasn't enough, Phillip started moving up and down,
and without even thinking about it, Timmy's hips started thrusting up every
time Phillip moved down. It was maddening to Timmy that he did not have a
bigger cock to make this delicious feeling even better.

The dance between Phillip and Timmy lasted longer that either boy
expected. Timmy felt his orgasm coming but -- maybe because of this new
position and this entire new experience -- it was coming much slower than
it ever did.

Phillip was feeling the things Timmy was -- he felt his gusher coming but
the ride he was on was so incredibly different that it took longer to get
there. Finally he felt Timmy's thrusts into his butt get faster and more
violent and knowing that Timmy was about to explode made Phillip reach his
orgasm at about the same instant, shooting a weak stream of watery cum onto
Timmy's belly and joining Timmy in a yelp of pain and pleasure.

Phillip raised himself up enough to allow Timmy's cock to pop out of his
pucker and then he slowly fell forward until he was laying belly to belly
with Timmy.

They might have slept for a few minutes or longer, neither boy was sure but
they both knew that this latest trick had exhausted them.

They somehow gathered up the energy to wash off the sweat, urine and cum
and then fell onto Gordon's bed. They lay dozing and waking for a while and
then Timmy asked, "Hey Phillip, can I spend the night at your place
tonight. I don't want this to end." Then after a brief hesitation that evil
grin spread across his face again; "and besides, I bet your mom is just
dying to see me naked again."

Phillip, laying on his back, started laughing and then almost choked
because of his position. "Will you stop that!" he said while laughing and
coughing, "you're going to kill me."

Eventually the boys made it to Phillip's room. Timmy picked up the house
phone and called his room. His dad was apparently not home yet so he left a
message telling his dad that he was invited to spend the night and where he
was and the names of Phillip's parents. This time he didn't even have to
lie about it.

Phillip and Timmy had just about worn themselves out with all their sex
games and when they got in bed that night they decided to settle for
snuggling up to each other. So tired they were that they fell asleep in the
middle of a kiss.

An hour later they were wakened by the door of the hotel room slamming
shut. They heard the voices of Mr. and Mrs. Phelps -- apparently arguing.

Phillip hopped out of bed and walked into the main room to see what the
fight was all about. Timmy heard the voices, talking fast and loud but he
could only catch a few words: "home" was one of them and "morning" was
another.

After just three or four minutes Phillip came slouching back into the room
-- he fell into the bed next to Timmy and didn't say anything for the
longest time.

Timmy didn't question his silence because it could be something personal
that he didn't want to talk about but eventually Phillip told the story.

"My pop has a terrible temper when he gets riled and there was apparently
some prick that works for Disney giving him a hard time -- he slugged the
bloke and they walked out. We're leaving in the morning for home.

Phillip was laying face down and talking into the sheets but he finally
turned to face Timmy and the tears streaming down Phillip's face brought
Timmy to the verge of tears of his own.

"Tim," Phillip said in a horse voice, "you're something special and I
. . ." Phillip choked up and stopped talking for a moment then he resumed
". . . I've never known anyone like you before and I don't want to loose
you!" He broke up altogether, with the tears still coming and his face
wrenched into a mask of anguish, Phillip grabbed Timmy in a hug and just
cried until he couldn't cry anymore.

Timmy didn't know what to say in return so he just hugged Phillip as hard
as he could and covered his face with small kisses. Timmy didn't want to
loose Phillip either -- he was the most beautiful boy he had ever known,
much less did sex stuff with; but Timmy realized what Gordon had told him
one time was absolutely true -- "It's a hotel" he had said, "people come
and people go." Timmy realized early today that Phillip would eventually be
out of his life -- as was James and Benjie -- and as will be the next boys
he'll meet. 'There will be others!' he told himself as he fell asleep in
Phillip's arms.