Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:39:32 -0800 (PST)
From: beginswithaletter@yahoo.com
Subject: Room Service

My first real job was when I was 15, at the brand new Holiday Inn. I had
worked all summer mowing yards and doing odd jobs in my neighborhood. It
just so happened that the next door neighbor was the manager of the new
motel. He had watched me on and off as June led to August and summer
started to wind down. He called my father and asked if I would like to be a
bus boy in the restaurant. My father could not wait to get me out of the
house so off I went to clean tables and take room service. I had a special
driver's license so that I could get to and from school, as my mother did
not drive. And this would give me one more destination to drive.

The first day to work was after school. I had lost all of my body fat
during the hot summer and had a nice tan. I was about 5 feet 8 inches tall
and my weight was about 150 so I was lean but what meat there was had
turned to muscle. My white shirt and tie and my black pants set off the
clean wholesome look that the company wanted. All I had to do was smile and
be pleasant and my forecast for tips would be great.

I settled in to seeing the same faces from around town and from the
regulars in the motel that were there as sales reps for the local
manufacturers in town. Mostly successful reps that had been around the
block and were good at what they did.

One evening just before closing a call came in for a couple of steaks to be
taken to the rooms of two guys that were there a lot. After the meals were
prepared I took them to the rooms, two rooms side by side that connected
with a door in between. Arriving to the first room I could hear the shower
and the door was barely open. I called out the man's name and heard him say
to bring in the food and set it on the table for both he and his friend
next door. I did so and told him I would see him later. At that point I
went back to the restaurant and turned in the ticket. I knew I would get a
tip later, it was just that much a regular thing. In a few minutes as I was
getting ready to leave, the front desk clerk told me that the guys were
ready for me to pick up the trays, that was good for me because now I would
get my tip.

I had already clocked out but it was no big deal. When I got to the door
again it was open. I knocked and went in. Both of the guys were sitting in
the chairs in their boxers watching some kind of sports program. It was
apparent they were used to each other and very comfortable in their
underwear. As I entered there was some uproar on the tv so I started to
watch. One of the guys told me to have a seat if I liked, the game was
nearly over. So I sat down on one of the beds and watched. Out of the
corner of my eye I could see one or the other occasionally adjust
themselves and at times it seemed to be a little more than an adjustment.

When the game did come to an end, I stood up to the gather the food trays,
I had picked up one of the trays and as I reached for the other, the first
tray tilted and one of the plates slid off, I tried to grab it and managed
to hug it against my chest. Yuck. When I got the plate off and back on
balance I had ketchup and other stuff all over my chest. Of course it was
good for a laugh between us all. I started to peal the shirt off, I was
going to just take it off and go on home with no shirt on. I was a mess.
After laughing about it, one of the guys suggested that I take a shower.
Now I could have gone to any number of rooms to clean up, but I had both of
them there acting like my mother, nearly taking me to the shower and
helping me get undressed.

It didn't take long to get myself clean and I was back out. But now I could
not find a towel. I called out to the guys that I needed a towel that if I
am not mistaken was hanging on the towel rack when I got in the shower. As
I started to dry off, they both stood and watched making small talk. The
subject went almost directly to the do you have a girlfriend subject and
how much pussy do you get. Well at 15 the normal thing happened. I started
to get hard. No chance in hiding it. My clothes were in the room so I
finished drying and went to put on my pants. Did you ever have the feeling
that someone wanted something, but just did not ask you directly? The guys
were not ready for me to go. They had sat down on the bed and continued to
ask me questions about my sex life, I decided to sit down as well as by now
my dick was standing at full attention and I was a bit shy about being the
center of attention.

We talked a bit more and it was obvious that these guys were really getting
into this conversation, the boxers began to tent and the discussion was
getting more and more detailed.  It was at this point that one guy said to
the other that they needed to let me go, it was time for bed and he had not
jerked off yet. The other guy laughed and suggested that he go right ahead
and do it. I thought at first it was a joke. These guys were not gay.
Married and children? Well I was right about the married and children, but
that didn't slow him down as he pulled his boxers down and started to
massage his stiff cock. They were both 6 feet tall and built well. Not gym
bunnies, but strong and solid. I was amazed at what I was seeing. The other
guy slapped me playfully on the leg and said, come on don't be shy and he
dropped his shorts and joined in. My heart was in my throat. And my pulse
was pounding. My cock was probably the hardest it has ever been. I started
slowly, pulling my foreskin up and down, me naked, them with their shorts
down around their feet. We did that for a couple of minutes when I felt
another hand on my cock. Here let me give you a hand I heard one of them
say. I leaned back on the bed as he started massaging, the other guy was
content in watching what was happening as he worked on his own hard cock.
The guy rubbing me asked if it felt good and did my girlfriend (that I
didn't even have) do it as well. The other man moved closer and bent over
and took me in his mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was
apparent this was not a new thing for them. While he was sucking I felt my
ass being massaged as well. I pushed it up in the air and let him have at
it. I felt like I was a pretzel with dicks everywhere and hands and
mouths. I turned over and pushed my way to a cock, at this point I didn't
know who was where but I wanted one in my mouth. I got it just as I felt a
face in my ass and a tongue that knew where to go and how to get there. I
was impaled on both ends and I wanted more. I heard a voice that seemed to
be coming from another world say, fuck him. Fuck him hard. No sooner had I
heard that then I felt something sliding into my ass. The pain was joined
with pleasure as I mentally thought about what was happening but physically
was not ready. He pushed in and out slowly a couple of times I felt myself
turned over on my back and a mouth wrap around my cock. I didn't know
whether to pass out or scream. The pain had subsided and I was feeling
things I didn't have any idea existed. I knew that I would not last long at
this rate so I rather loudly said, slow down I am going to cum. Didn't
happen, I kept getting it and as I started to cum, I could feel it all the
way from my balls up and out into this guys mouth. He was sucking so hard
that I wondered if I would have a cock left. Not a drop was spilled and
after what seemed like a long time I subsided, but I was still being
fucked. I heard someone say, I am about to cum. Here it cums in your young
ass, I could feel it hot in my ass like pouring hot milk into my insides,
at the same time the guy that had sucked me off was standing in front of
the guy fucking me feeding him his cock, there was cum coming out the side
of his mouth and dripping on my chest. I felt like an old dish rag, limp
and spent, in a moment we were all laying on the bed panting from all the
fucking and sucking. My ass felt like it was as big as a watermelon, but
for some reason I was very happy with the feeling. In five minutes or so I
came around to hear both of the guys sleeping, still laying where we had
been with cum all over us all. I slipped up and went into the bathroom to
clean up as best I could. It was almost 1 am and I had classes in a few
hours. I slipped on my pants and shoes and quietly left the room, food
trays and all and went home. My mind was racing about how this would be the
next time I saw those guys. Sometimes there were as many as 10 of them at
the motel at once. Did they all do this? I knew I would find out. I had my
fingers crossed that this was just the beginning of a good fall and winter
at the Holiday Inn.