Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 13:33:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP sweet dreams

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences you, then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are
under 18 years of age, in most state and countries,
you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety
matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real
life.

"ROAD TRIP Sweet Dreams"
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Fine host he turned out to be!"

"Oh, Anthony. You really can't be mad at John, can
you?"

With the pawing on my arm, I couldn't. Already,
Roberto's dark eyes began apologizing for our host and
his nephew.

"I suppose not."

Another reason stoked my mind.

"What?"

'Dammit!' I thought. `How does he always suspect
there's something I'm not telling him?'

"You're hiding something from me, Anthony."

"Um, okay."

"I knew it!"

"Yeah, well okay, but I better not hear of you saying
anything."

"Saying anything? We'll probably never come back
through here again, Anthony."

My lover's comment gave me a sad impression of
dissapointment. But I knew something he didn't!

"I guess you didn't pick up on John's visit?"

"Visit? Like whom?"

"Us. Said he would stop on the way to meet his top
buddies for their annual fishing trip."

"Cool! Is he bringing Tenn?"

"10?"

"Alvin. You don't remember...."

"Oh, that's right. I don't know where my mind is."

"Well, Anthony, I don't think it's entirely on the
driving."

I smiled, as Roberto reclined in the bucket seat. That
night I didn't have to go through the story of why
John requested my presence in his room. Expecting the
worst, him wanting to use my ass, I got filled up with
pride, when he told me he's never had a man go up
against him like I did. He said I had `guts'. Anyway,
I was bowled over with surprise when he took out the
cuffs, putting them on his own wrists, taking what
looked like a dog collar, he had me put it around
`his' neck, said I was helping him fulfill some sort
of kinky `fantasy'. Of course, I hadn't let on to
Roberto, but would most likely tell him sometime of
how hot it felt breaking in John's virgin ass. Of
course, if I mentioned any of this to my lover, I'd
have to throw in the same caution John gave me, `if
anybody finds out, I'm dead meat'. I'm not sure John
really meant that, the way he kissed my lips. The
clincher, something that I could see dying for, if
word ever got out, is allowing me to whip his ass with
a flogger, for promising to put us up for the night
and then having to uninvite us, due to the fact all
rooms had been utilized for his dungeon guests. I
thought about fitting into Alvin's bed, but when I
returned, Roberto had informed me of the four other
guys, in the bed, had been `bottom guests'. `Oh well',
I thought `Hyatt, here we come!'

"Are we there yet?" I heard recited between a yawn.

"Should be, according to John's directions. Man do I
need sleep!"

"Want me to drive?"

I wasn't sure. I've never seen him drive. Maybe he
drove like a maniac. When I saw the five story
skyscraper, with the big R-A-D-I-S....

"Hey! This isn't the Hyatt!"

"No. It's even better!"

I couldn't contest Roberto's thinking. Looking up
hotels, online, back at Miguel's, the Radisson had
like ten stars more than the other hotels.

"I hope they have cute bellhops."

"I'm tired and we both need sleep, my love.
Besides...."

"I like that!"

"What?"

"When you call me your `love'."

"Oh? By the way `I hear' that you had `the time of
your life' with John's top buddies, I'd think you got
used to being called, `boy'?"

"That was only roleplaying. And yeah, it was kind of
hot. I'd do it again."

Something else then clouded his mind. I could tell.

"What?"

"Um, you're not... roleplaying are you, Anthony?"

I cleared my throat before confronting him.

"I'm going to do us both a favor and forget you asked
me that!"

"Okay, so I'm an idiot for asking. I didn't think it
was so..."

For the next minute or two, I just paid attention to
the driving, hearing Roberto's rants and raves, trying
to talk me out of ever asking me in the first place,
etc., etc., as I tried following the snake turns,
leading to the parking lot of the hotel. Finally,
having enough of his gibberish, I deviated to a
different subject matter.

"Um, did you get enough protein for one day?"

"Maybe."

I shut him up, got him to thinking.

Breaking the silence, he resigns to, "Yeah. I mean
it'll last me until you've got your reservoir filled
up again."

I liked that rebuttal! Yep, I was fitting into this
top mold real well! Roberto, sitting back in the seat,
rubbing his shirted tummy, I detected something he
wasn't sharing.

"Maybe? What aren't you telling me, Roberto?"

He forced a grin.

"Well? Out with it."

"Yes, Sir," he mocked my authoritative manner. "After
you left, I sucked George dry. I mean I didn't mean
to. He said he needed his cock lubed up, for Tenn's
ass and I volunteered."

"Is it any wonder?"

"He tasted good."

Then, my love went into this big desertation, pointing
out how George didn't deliver right away, but
instructed how he wanted his shaft tongue-massaged,
around the flange of his 10c...

"Whew! He got me beat!"

I'm not sure the thoughts running through Roberto's
head, at this point, but I sensed an afterthought.

"Um, not that I don't like your's Anthony. I mean...
damn, you should have seen him impale Tenn. Y'know, I
don't think I would want a shaft that big poking me in
the guts?"

"Is that a fact?"

Of course, if I had sensed some type of jealousy and
my love picked up on it, the little peck on the cheek,
the one to remind me he still loved me, would have
healed all wounds.

"Man was he good. He got hard almost right away. He
was big too."

I rolled my eyes, hearing the last detail of his
encounter with George. But then, I had a lingering
desire of my own.

"How big?" I began to get absorbed into his thinking.
"I mean. You know. Fat?"

"Nah. Well yeah, maybe. No, now that I think about it,
I couldn't fit him in all the way, until I tried
taking him down my throat. Then I remember Tenn trying
to break us up, because he wanted George's shaft in
his ass. Hee heee... but Tenn got gypped big time."

"Oh? How's that go?"

"Hee hee..."

Roberto clapped his hands, as if to state he put a big
one over on Alvin.

"Before George got completely clear of my mouth, he
exploded."

"'Bet that pissed Alvin off, big time!"

"Exactly what I would have thought, but get this.
George was already on his way out. Sure, I got a fair
share of his protein."

"And the rest?"

Still with the gigglies, my love replies, "Have you
ever heard those stories of people who have bursts of
strengths?"

"Um, weightlifters?"

"No. Okay, listen to this, awhile ago this boy was in
a locked car, in a parking lot. His mother suddenly
sees the car rolling."

"I didn't think cars did that anymore."

"Will ya shutup and listen stoopid?"

I laughed. If I didn't know him from Adam - hmmm - I
would've been piss-ed-ly angry, however I let him
continue, smiling.

"So, the car starts rolling, with the kid inside. Not
thinking of herself, only her kid, she leaps out in
front of the SUV, puts her hands on the hood, braces
her feet against the pavement and stops the car."

"Maybe it didn't have a chance to get started?"

"That's what I thought, until she reversed the vehicle
and pushed it back up the hill and get this, over the
cement thing, which kept the wheels from rolling."

"Was she Amazonian?"

"What's that?"

I dropped the Wonderwoman bit, as I pulled into a
parking place.

"Never mind. We're here."

Roberto wasn't quite finished, filling me in with how
Alvin, not your average workout nut, grabbed George,
whom has a hefty build, switched him over his own bod,
took his cock in mouth and milked him dry.

"But get this, George kept saying how he liked the way
I tongue-bathed his cock. Plus, his cum was steaming
hot when he came... man, I could feel nine or ten
ropes shoot into my mouth."

"Without spilling any?"

"I caught some on my chin, but scooped it up with my
finger."

"Finger-licking good, huh?"

"He had a good taste to him."

"I wonder how many Alvin got?"

"Dunno. I was too busy licking my lips."

"Like I said. You got your fill of protein."

"I guess you can say that. Man, George was spent. I
thought he broke every bone in Tenn's body when he
collapsed on him."

"Except maybe one bone?"

 "Don't worry. Our manseed didn't go to waste, when
the door opened and in sprints four other dudes."

"Don't tell me."

 He collapsed back in the already reclined seat,
saying, "Oh man did Rafael taste good... and, this
guy, named Michael, man could he suck cock."

"I'd like to hear the rest of this, but my eyelids are
getting kind of heavy here."

"From working over John's chute?"

"Well, you are right on the money."

"Did he have a hot ass to fuck?"

We had been sitting in the parking lot for five
minutes, as I listened, my own fuck tool becoming
engourged in it's polyester prison. I wanted to share
my whole experience, but I needed my beautyrest, plus
tomorrow we had a long drive ahead of us. As we
vacated my Lexus, Roberto, taking a knapsack, his
essentials, plus his laptop, we walked to the grand
entrance of the Raddison.

"Take your bag, Sir?"

I suppose I wasn't too tired to monitor the young men
that buzzed around the doors sliding open, plus this
older, bear-type, who kind of appealed to me.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean what happened?"

"Shhh," Roberto shushed me.

It felt kind of awkward, but then again, hot, as we
stood in the elevator, the bellhop in front of us
both, holding our bags. Roberto wouldn't entrust his
laptop to him, so slung the strap over his shoulder.

After we got in our room, tip all squared away, he
says, "He was eyeing us up."

"How so?"

"Reflection in the elevator doors. Geesh, Anthony. He
was looking straight at you."

"You don't say?"

"Of course, that's after he checked `me' out!"

I slapped Roberto's ass, as he stood there, trying out
the hot and cold water, at the tub, for his `asshole'
remark.

"Nice."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't mean it to feel good!

"You coming?" he questioned me, stepping into the
spacious shower stall.

"I'm right behind you, my love."

I detected a smile, in the sideview, as his mouth
curled up. He accused me of not being tired, when he
stopped short and my privates matched up with his ass
crevice. Then again, I didn't hide my affection, as
the water drenched our combined bods, my arms
caressing his skinny torso.

"Oooooh that feels so, so awesome! More! More!"

I'm not sure whom was getting the most out of this,
him or me. My palms, flat against him, found their way
up his tight stomach, over his skinny pecs, picking up
on the tiny nubs. Separating my fingers, closing them,
they caught his pec niblets in between.

"Mmmmmmmmm... almost as good as what they did to us at
the dungeon party!"

"Dungeon party? That's right. While John had me
hanging by my arms, humiliating me, you had the time
of your life, serving up to some hot tops!"

"Get off it Anthony. No different than with my
brother. You can't tell me you weren't having a
fuckin' good time!"

I had to stop and think a minute.

"Well? Confess."

I had to tell him the truth. Even John had noticed my
hard, leaking shaft, when he held me in bondage.

"Excuse me!"

Both of us, dumfounded, stopped our chatting, frozen
in place.

"Answer him!" Roberto whispered, ordering me to
respond to the voice outside the shower.

"Um, yes?"

"I'm kind of embarrassed here, but it'll be my head on
the chopping block, if the boss gets any complaints
for not leaving fresh towels out for you-sorry I
walked in on you like this, but nobody answered the
door and..."

"You can leave the towels on the vanity."

"Um yeah, okay, but, if I put them there, they will
all tumble off."

Roberto could see I was getting impatient.

"Then leave them `wherever'!"

We could both see through the wavy pattern in the
glass shower door, of a black uniformed figure,
bending this way and that way, to place the towels
evenly around the jon, lifting his arms up, to reach
the rack over the toliet bowl and other high places.
Roberto reached his right arm over his left shoulder,
to gain my attention, when he detected the figure
turning towards us, trying to see inside. After this,
I didn't put it past Roberto to do anything
outlandish. Sliding the door open, he reached out. I'm
surprised his lanky bod could afford the expelling of
energy and muscle. Grabbing hold of the housekeeper's
outfit, he pulled him towards us.

"Whoooooooooooooooa! Oh shit!"

His cute little black cap wound up in the drain,
bottling up the collection of water.

"How's the view from this side? Better?" Roberto
confronts him.

"Um.. What are you talking about? Hey, I'm getting
wet!"

There the guy sat, half in the tub, his feet still in
the dry area, over the tub wall, his back leaning
against my love's right leg. This drew him into a
position of looking straight up at a set of hairy
balls and cock. I even smiled, knowing the unknown,
when the guy, whom looked no older than your usual
college jock - I oughta know, being a college coach -
swiped the oncoming rush of water out of his face, so
he could clearly see above.

"Want it?"

I let my love do the bargaining. He was good at it, as
per his brotherly connection.

"I beg your pardon?"

Suddenly, my balls started churning and I wanted part
of the action.

So, I offered, "Get off it kid, if I gave you the
chance, you would be begging to suck both of us!"

We both stare down towards the drain, the shower still
cascading over our nude bods and our clothed stalker.
He breathed heavily, obviously trying to figure out
the whole scenario.

Then the absurd question came, "You guys gay?"

I had to giggle at Roberto's response.

"Here we are, two guys in the shower together. What do
you think?"

"Um..."

I saw him switch his vision, trying to keep the water
from out of his face, his eyes switching back and
forth from my love's facial explanation, to what kept
his attention between his legs. To make matters
easier, I reached out, and bopped the main water
valve. Pressing into the wall, the shower ceased, at
the same time breaking the towel-guy out of his
mesmerized state of being.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna catch hell!"

I felt for the guy, as he tried planing the water off
the front of him.

"Yeah. Okay. I'm sorry."

I could see my love's concern as being genuine. Same
here.

"I suppose I deserved it," he contested.

"Maybe I could have just flicked the door open, scared
you or something."

"Oh, I was scared plenty. I could've hit my head or
something, if I didn't land with my back against
your...soft leg?"

It wasn't Roberto's leg making his attention return to
what lay above. With his nervy attitude, Roberto tried
honestly helping the man out.

"Are you up for a `69'?"

"What's that?"

"Aren't you gay?"

"Um," He looked out the tub partition.

I reminded him, "There's nobody here but us."

"Well, I never told anybody I am, but.... yeah. I like
only guys."

"We're not solving anything in here," I stated.

"Here, give me your hand, man," Roberto cordially
offered.

"Thanks."

Our stalker exited first, followed by Roberto. When
our bodies parted, I noticed a coupla things; I was
hard and not at all tired!

Standing outside the shower, I grabbed a towel.
Roberto stood there, talking with our mystery guest,
the two reflecting in the wide mirror, over the double
vanity. I dried off, while they chatted.

"What?" Roberto questioned.

Seeing the obvious, Roberto watched him peer at his
chest, then tried looking down, into the bottom of the
mirror.

After gulping, our stalker said, "You, um.... look
good."

"Don't tell me you've never seen another guy?"

"Sure I have, but... not up this close. And not
naked!"

"What about in high school?"

"Nah. I was kind of shy. On purpose I tried not to be
obvious. I didn't want anybody to know.... you know."

"That you are gay."

"Right."

"And you're in college now?"

"I couldn't afford it."

"Like me."

"But you're a lot older. How old are you?" He asks
Roberto.

I excused myself, dried off, sneeking behind the two.
Proceeding to the bed, I pulled down the comforter,
the top sheet and lay down, my head on the pillow, on
my back, my two arms clutching the pillow. I lay
there, still within earshot of the jon.

"Twenty-nine and hey, my name's Roberto."

"Ethan here. Ethan Graham. Oops, sorry. Got you wet."

"I'm already wet, remember?"

I chuckled, upon hearing.

"Damn, first day on the job and I've screwed up. What
am I gonna tell my boss?"

"It wasn't your fault. I mean, I'm the one who pulled
you into the tub."

"I know. I shouldn't have been trying to eye you two
up though. Maybe I shouldn't have even come in to your
room, only the guys said it was okay."

"Wait! What guys?"

I'm not sure I got the whole story straight, as my
eyes began to drift, but I got the main gist of it.
Apparently, Ethan, his first day on the job, had
listened to two bellhops, them giving him the go ahead
to use the pass key, to place towels in our room. At
first I grinned at Ethan's gullibility, then turned
the humor off, thinking about the two, putting him up
to entering an occupied room. I smelled a rat!

Jumping out of bed, I appeared at the jon door, to
say, "Well, you better get out of those wet clothes.
They aren't going to dry on you."

"But what am I gonna do? I need to report to the desk.
Oh shit! I'm fired for sure."

"Roberto, help him out of his clothes," which I know
he wouldn't mind doing, "I need to think this out."

I returned to the bedroom, to think how to best
address the situation. First on the agenda, was how to
detain Ethan here, legally. I picked up the phone,
dialed the main desk, first adding my accolades to the
wonderful laundering services, telling of Ethan's
accomodations with extra towels. However, I began to
shame the good name of the hotel, with a wild story
about our tub not being clean. He fell for the excuse,
me suggesting, if Ethan's services weren't needed, he
not mind, if the lad could lend a hand, in cleaning
it. Of course, he offered a different hotel room, but
I nixed the idea, mentioning our lugguage, had been
unloaded.

"Okay, you're off the..."

He was stunning, as I stood there, informing them
Ethan's ass has been covered. But, on the contrary,
when I saw the two teen globes, I got ball pangs!

"You're off the hook for now."

Wasn't it a bummer how I could sense my love's
feelings, from how he looked at me? He just knew what
enticed me!

If I had been sitting down, I would have fallen off
the chair, when my dearest said, "You want it, don't
you Anthony?"

"Want.... what?" I tried denying his intentions.

Ethan too questioned, "Want what?"

Not detailing my reaction, Roberto asks, "Hey, you
want to suck my cock?"

"Um, I dunno."

"Have you ever sucked a guy's cock, Ethan," I grew
curious.

"Um," as if embarrassed, "nope."

Roberto asks, "Have you ever `touched' a guy's cock?"

"Um..."

His demeanor showed all.

"C'mon," my love took Ethan's hand, "you've got a lot
of catching up to do!"

"What about you?" Ethan asked, as the two brushed past
me.

My love, always thinking of me, replies, "I don't
suppose you've ever been fucked, eh Ethan?"

"Nope," he answered, plain and clear.  Then he asked
Roberto, as he led him into the bed, "Why? Do you fuck
guys?"

"Un-uh", Roberto denied, then pointed to me. "That's
`his' department!"

I grinned, giggled at the way he put it. But then
again, my loins didn't perceive it as joking.

"Looks kind of big."

"I only get up to 7.5."

"No," Ethan replies, "I meant him!"

"Oh yeah," Roberto says, perky, "you haven't met the
guy I love. This here is Anthony."

Wanting to shake Ethan's hand, I nixed the idea. On
Roberto's lead, Ethan already had it on my love's tool
and vice versa. Leave to my love though, to get me
involved.

"Ready for your first blow job?"

I could see Roberto's move, not malicious, to first
get Ethan acquainted with feeling up the male anatomy,
each firming up the other's shafts. His question,
caused not only a stirring in my territory down under,
but also made me question my involvement in a guy of
such youthful abandon.

"Um, I'm not so sure."

"What's the matter Anthony?"

"Ethan's so... um.. so young."

"I'm eighteen. You can look at my driver's license, if
you don't believe me."

Still, I had my reservations. My pubes began to signal
the same idea, as much as my eyes took in the candied
gem. It also set Roberto thinking. I could tell. Then
he even spelt it out.

"Eighteen huh? Um, I thought you might be at
least..... um, nineteen?"

"A year's difference? Big deal!"

I wondered if Roberto felt as big a traitor as I did,
first leading this guy on and then `abandoning' him.
It sure looked so, eyeing up Ethan's reaction.
Disappointed, to say the least, as he sat up, moved to
the edge of the bed and draped his legs over the edge.

"This day has worked out to be one fuckin' nightmare!"

Suddenly, the eighteen year old seemed to fast forward
to early twenties. At least attitude-wise.

I figured I should offer something, but didn't know
what, instead of a plain old, "I'm sorry, Ethan."

"Yeah, right. Never mind. I'll just get my stuff and
be on my way."

Roberto looked at me, with those puppy dog eyes,
mouthing, `Do something!'

Ethan headed for the jon.

"What do you want me to do?" I whispered back, my
hands showing my frustration.

"I don't know."

Finally, given the duty of always having to come up
with a plan, I put it back on Roberto, "Why don't you
do something, instead of lying there playing with your
dick?"

"I will!"

I didn't know whether to get angrier or laugh.
Bouncing to the bottom of the bed, his cock and balls
motioning up and down, like beating a bass drum, he
lit off the end, standing fully upright, then stormed
off to the jon. I followed.

"You can't put your wet clothes back on!"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

Moving my torso, where my hand had been parked, I
fondled my own organs. Unlike twenty minutes ago, the
meek and mild Ethan had stood in this same room,
taking in all the two of us had to offer, bringing him
into the gay man's world. Now, the morphed personality
took on new light, as he challenged my loverman.

"You can wait til they dry?"

"What, and then let you two grown men rape my little
boy ass?"

Even though I stood behind Roberto, I could see his
arm moving. Dangling between his legs, I sensed his
main artery hardening.

"You are so damn hot, Ethan!"

"What?"

I could tell Ethan didn't know what the hell Roberto
meant by his comment, however I had an inkling.
His next action proved my theory correct. Dropping to
his knees, he took the elastic of Ethan's wet
tighty-whitey's in his hand, pulled outwards, then
downwards, parking it under his teen balls.

"Whaaa...what are you doing?"

"Surrendering myself to you, Ethan."

Looking up at me, Ethan asks, "What is he talking
about?"

I flicked my eyebrows up and down, put on the biggest
grin, replying, "Just go with the flow, Ethan. Go with
the flow."

I knew he hadn't the foggiest of what I was talking
about, however, seconds later, he dropped his head
back and moaned like a banshee, when my love gulped
down his half-hard shaft. Not without abandon, my hand
now lightly stoked my piece into a hard consistency.

"Ooooooh maaaaaan does that feel sooooo kewl!"

It was about to get better. Sneaking up behind Ethan,
I decided to see if he was completely `top'. Up to now
none of us, including Ethan, knew the statistics. My
right hand brought his tightey-whitey's down below his
asscheeks. Gravity did the rest, taking the white
fabric to his ankles. As if rehearsed, Ethan stepped
one foot out and kicked them to his side, as my cock
rubbed along his ass crevice.

"Oooooooh!"

I laughed, as he jumped forward, impaling my lover's
vocal cords.

"Oops! I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Roberto's saucer-white eyes, his mouth still locked
on, didn't give Ethan a clue. He popped off.

"Man, you taste so good!"

"Taste good?" Ethan exclaimed, as Roberto took up with
his meat once more.

Slightly turning his head, he asks me, "Does a guy's
cock really have a taste to it?"

"Wanna find out?"

His tongue outside his mouth, took up a curious pose.
He knew what I inferred.

"Can I?"

I thought about the age matter once more. I decided he
was okay with it, that we wouldn't be getting our
pants sued off of us. He wanted it as much as we did,
regarding his first suck'n'fuck session.

"Why don't we get more comfortable?"

Totally disregarding my love, I took Ethan by the arm
and dragged him off to the bedroom.

"Heeeeeeey!" Roberto complained, when he became
deprived of his steak'n'protein.

I giggled, a devious moment of inspiration filling my
mind.

"The boy wants his first taste of meat!"

Jumping to his feet, I never saw Roberto move so fast.
It's amazing what deprivation can do to a man.

"Um, who's cock am I gonna suck?" Ethan asked.

Not being able to answer, already back on his cock,
Roberto pointed to my loins. Well, maybe his finger's
direction had been on me, in general, but for all
`intensive' purposes, I took it as my hard shaft.

"Pretty big."

Our triangle of sex, I lay on the bed, with our
eighteen year old guest on all fours, lingering above
my pubic region. Roberto had lay down and scooted up
and under Ethan, immediately feeding his wet cock back
into his orifice. Second time to be gulped down,
became less of a thrill to Ethan, being expected. Most
likely, the thoughts of how he would imitate Roberto,
getting my 9.5c down his gullet, worried him.

Seeing the look on his face, I cautioned, "Don't worry
about getting it all down the first time you suck
cock."

"You need help?" A small voice came from between my
legs and positioned between Ethan's.

Roberto held Ethan's wet stick in between his thumb
and index finger, like a banana.

"I guess," Ethan replied, with a look of doubt on his
face, only I could see.

As quick as he had forced his head under Ethan's ass,
he slipped out, not detecting the end of the bed.

"Owch!"

"What happened?" Ethan questioned

"Nothing. Fell right on my ass."

I giggled, saying, "Figures!"

"You didn't break anything did you?" Ethan questions
Roberto.

"I don't think so," he replies, now standing at the
side of the bed, a strand of goo flowing from his
slit. Seeing Ethan look at it, Roberto asks, "Want
it?"

"I don't know," he replied in earnest.

Not waiting for the go ahead, his finger strokes the
measly amount of precum out and gathers it up. He
moves it to Ethan's lips.

"C'mon," Roberto badgers, "take your first taste of
manhood."

As if taking Mary Poppins' `spoonful of medicine', he
sticks out his tongue. We both stretch our attention,
watching Ethan take it, his tongue rolling back in,
savoring the bit of liquid goo.

"It's okay."

"You need more convincing!"

I don't believe what he did. Taking Ethan's head of
hair, he forces the eighteen year old's head down
towards my pubes.

With the instruction, "Open wide," he presses Ethan's
mouth onto my shaft.

Right away, the teen chokes.

"OOps! Sorry," my love apologizes.

Then with only his palm leaning on Ethan's light brown
mane, Roberto guides him, "Swirl your tongue around
Anthony's cock and don't let your teeth nick it."

As if a cook, teaching his protege how to whip up a
batch of egg whites, Roberto instructs Ethan on the
art and technique of giving his first blow job.

"Taste good, don't it?"

Of course Ethan can't answer, but I as I lay back,
placing my hands behind my head, relax, I take it
Roberto can tell I'm getting a great tongue massage.

"Is he as good as me, Anthony?"

I took the easy way out.

"I dunno!"

"Here, move over, Ethan."

Commanding the new blow-jobber, Ethan scoots over,
popping off my shaft. Of course I complained. But what
was to come, I wouldn't regret the action.

"No, you don't have to stop."

"Whatha?"

"C'mon, Ethan. There's plenty here for two of us!"

I knew Ethan was puzzled. But soon, his mentor had him
licking one side of my hard shaft, while my lover did
me in with the opposite side. I was in heaven. Often
I'd look down, when the licking stopped and Roberto
began talking, him instructing Ethan on how to
properly suck a guy's balls. I forgot all about being
tired. At least I thought I did.

Waking up, I thought I had been asleep for mintues.
Instead, I saw the light of day already peeking in
through the miniblinds. A gut reaction, my hand went
to my pubes. Dry as a bone. I then looked across the
king-sized bed. There, nestled in each other's arms,
the two slept. I smiled. I wasn't sure why. Possibly
in place of an outer-body experience, I pictured
myself, holding Roberto? Only differences, it wasn't
me and the man Roberto held had been lots younger.
Still, it made me turn over on my side, pose my head
up on my palm, as my elbow dug into the bed. My hand
lightly stroked my cock, alternating with my orbs.
First to wake out of his slumber, Ethan smiles at me.

"Sleep good?" I inquire.

He smiles, nodding yes.

"Had my first taste of cum. Sorry it wasn't yours."

"That's okay. Did you enjoy it?"

"Tastes real good. I asked Roberto if... well I wanted
to... felt compelled to..."

I filled in the missing word, "Fuck him?"

"Yeah, but he said only one man fucks his ass."

I didn't respond, except but a smile. It was touching
he valued our lovelife in that respect.

"Um, you want me to take care of that for you?"

My eyes shot down, between my legs, as if my hand
couldn't tell I was rock hard.

"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want
to do."

"No, I'm comfortable with it. I wouldn't have offered
if..."

"Offered what?"

Roberto awoke! I had a feeling there was going to be a
run on my protein reserves!

However, I nonchalantly told him, "Ethan saw that I
was hard and offered to give me relief."

"Oh. Is that all? Okay. Go ahead, if you want."

I could see the longing in my lover's way in which he
gave Ethan the option.

"By the way, Anthony, Ethan's such an awesome
cocksucker!"

Maybe I misinterpeted his demeanor afterall.

"Really? Like I didn't get a sample?"

"Um, yeah," Roberto replied, "that's right. But we
both got to sucking your balls and then you kind of
dozed off."

"Right," Ethan added, "and then I hope you don't mind
that Roberto and I um..."

Roberto took the helm, telling me, "Nah, Anthony
doesn't care that you and I sucked each other off, do
you Anthony?"

I smirked. It's not that I didn't care. I cared.
However, I didn't dare embarass the guy I've grown to
fall deeply in love with, in what, a coupla days.

"Of course I don't mind."

I'm sure our casual embracing of lips, became Ethan's
first live visual of two gay lovers.

"No," Ethan replied, as if suddenly matured, "I can
wait til... um... next time?"

His grin made us feel joy, joy in regards to Ethan's
welcome into the gay world, fully initiated, less the
intimacy of fucking his first ass, or having it
performed on him. At this point, with my own opinions,
I wasn't sure of which position he would pursue, but I
leaned towards top. I then leaned back, Ethan fell
back against Roberto, me lying there, them starting up
some innocent kissing, me thinking about how, in
becoming outed over the last few days, the
reservations I've had in the figuring of which
position I would finally come to grips with.
Interrupting my thoughts, there came a knock at the
door. The usual `room service', not that we had
ordered up anything, wasn't announced.

"Well?"

Roberto's questioning, ordered me up and to the door.
At the moment, he had his hands full. I peered out the
little peephole, but when the second knock came, I
backed off.

"There's two guys out there."

In a split second, Ethan upped himself and stood next
to me. I'm not sure what I felt when his hand touched
my shoulder, nudging me out of the way.

"It's Dat and Randy. The assholes that put me up to
letting myself in."

I returned the gesture, moving Ethan out of the way.
Right away, as if the wheels of my brain turned,
churning up a tale of deceit, I placed one hand on the
doorknob.

"Ethan, get back into bed?"

"Huh? Back in bed?"

"Um, yes."

He bounced quickly onto the mattress.

"And, my love?"

"Yeah?"

Looking as perplexed as Ethan, his cute face
questioned me.

"Make `it' look good for our spectators?"

"What's he talking about?" Ethan turned to Roberto.

"I dunno. But hey, no problem!"

With that, my love pulls Ethan down to his level.
Their bods line up with each other, parallel, Ethan's
front smashed against my love's bod.

"Lots of kissing and hands on activities?"

They got right into it, as if they had been making
steamy love for hours, Roberto taking the lead, his
hands traveling over Ethan's smooth, blemish-free
back, sliding down, caressing his asscheeks. It made
me want to jump in and help it along. But then again,
my mind reverberated back to what stood out in the
hallway. I pulled the door open. Standing there, I
stretched my left hand up, placing it on the top of
the door. I crossed my right foot in front of my left,
then fondled my own cock and balls.

The looks of their faces were priceless, as I asked,
"Can I help you gentlemen?"

I didn't let them gaulk too long. Filling me up, with
the likes of Miguel and John, my right hand reached
out, balled up the white shirt of the bellhop on the
right, the blond, and `invited him in'. Before the one
on the left, Asian, could make a move, my arm dropped
from the door and reeled him in. Both reacted,
wondering, `what-tha?', as the force behind the power
of my arms, literally threw them to the floor. As I
kicked the door closed, they looked up at me, from
sitting on their asses. I saw a bit of fear in their
eyes and played on it. I made the latching of the
bolted door sound as if in a dungeon chamber, loud on
their ears.

"What are you going to..."

Before the dark-haired one could finish his sentence,
their attention spans drew away from me, to the bed,
the sounds of kissing and moaning.

"What-tha?" I audibly perceived as their wonderment of
the two figures on the bed.

I moved closer, parking my feet, one in between the
blond bellhop, the other near the jet black-haired,
Asian guy's feet. Slightly poised apart, the two could
plainly see my 9.5c, my big, hairy balls almost in
their faces. I could sense their tenseness, the short
breaths, as my hand played with my semi-soft shaft,
rapidly filling up, becoming engourged, as my
adrenalin rode on their emotional outpouring.

"You!"

Singling out the blond, as he gazed back and forth,
from me and the bed, biting his lip, he replied,
gulping, "Me?"

Acknowledging I spoke to him, I adamantly ordered,
"Get your clothes off!"

Right away, the Asian dummies up, saying, "No fuckin'
way. You don't have anything on us!"

I know I showed an evil grin, as I realized he just
implicated himself. As if they had willed their power
to me, I summoned up my worst nightmare attitude,
reminiscent of Miguel and John.

"Excuse me boys," I directed to the two on the bed,
"Ethan, why don't you refresh my memory on the details
of how you came to find Roberto and I in the shower?"

"In the shower?" the blond replied.

The Asian added, "We thought you would be sleeping
and..."

He shut up when he realized he had given some of the
plot away.

"Soooo," I readjusted the package, "the truth comes
out. Why don't you boys fill me in on the rest of your
little scheme?"

I addressed the two, still sitting on their asses.

"Scheme?" The Asian sought.

Drawing my attention to `blondie', not the more
defying Asian, I demanded, "Didn't I tell you to get
your clothes off boy?"

As I spoke the words, talking `the talk', I could feel
my balls churn, my cock igniting with a dominant
fervor. This was getting fun and sensual!

I must admit it piqued my interest, when the Asian
says to him, "Do what he says, Randy!"

"But, Daaaaat," he whined.

"Nice that you agree with me," I spoke to Dat, the
Asian. "You can do the same."

With one pull, Dat's black bowtie comes unfurled, his
hands already on the top button of his shirt.

"He's got us man. Fuckin' do what he says."

Still, with reservations, Randy looks over at Dat. I
began my own little scheme, my shaft now hard, also
figuring, like Dat spelled out, `I got them!' I paid
little attention to my love, until Dat shucked his
jacket, peeled his shirt from over his shoulder
blades, leaving it on the floor.

"The pants, too."

As he went for the buckle, I glanced at Randy. He
barely had his bowtie undone.

"Don't make me teach you a lesson, boy!"

I took the chance. What can I say? It could leave
grounds for a lawsuit, but the way I already pondered
the situation, Randy and Dat would be set for a life
behind bars, with what Ethan could pin on them. Also,
I was given another clue towards the reason Dat stoked
on his fellow bellhop. As he did an `ass pushup', to
shuck his pants down, his lowrise briefs bulged. My
immediate response pictured Dat as the alpha male
here, sitting on the floor. Something that could put a
little twist into my improvisation.

"Yeah, okay," Randy replied, losing the bowtie.

It made for good fodder.

"What'd you say, boy?"

This was getting good, when Dat dictated to him,
"Answer him, dickwad!"

"Um... yeah... okay....um... what should I call you?"

Was something, meant to be kept secret between the
two, unfolding here? My inquiring mind needed to
provoke the situation further.

"Sir would be nice!"

Smiling, it felt mighty good, presenting my own title.


"Yes, sir."

As Randy set about dismantling his bellhop wardrobe, I
turned my head to see Dat, fully exposed bod, except
for the 2xist briefs, still hugging his torso. As I
have said, I'm very poor at guessing ages. However,
the dark, black, bushy line of pubic hair, protruding
from Dat's briefs, plus the straight line extending up
to his small bellyhole, a little beyond, told me these
guys weren't of Ethan's age. Maybe that had been part
of their plan, to intimidate one that is younger.

"Loose the briefs!"

Cold as steel, his eyes stare at me.

"Now!" I shouted, with deep authority.

Slowly, his thumbs moved to elastic waistline. With
abandon, along with humiliation, he slowly pressed
them down, under his globes and to his knees. They
exited his bod, first one ankle, then the other.

"Good. Now help your buddy strip off."

Oh man was I tingling inside, confronting this
alpha-bully!

"He can do it himself."

Stepping forward, rather quickly, as to surprise, I
stepped between his thighs, resting my toes against
his hairy carpet.

"On shit Anthony!" I heard from the bed.

It didn't draw my attention, to my love and his
playmate, as I leaned precariously forwards, meaning
to intimidate through pain.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!Noooooooooo! Akkkkkkkkkk!
Stoooooooooop!"

I found myself stroking my hard 9.5c, rather roughly,
as Dat squirmed on the rug, both hands around my
ankle, trying to pry my foot off his jewels.

"Oh shit, Dat!" Randy called out, his shirt open, but
still attached, leaning on the rug with his palms.

Thinking he had enough, I lifted, placing my foot on
his smooth chest and giving a push backwards.
Splitting his legs, he moaned, holding his orbs.

"Shit, that's gotta hurt!" Randy comments.

"Maybe you'd like to find out for yourself?"

Even Roberto and Ethan laughed their asses off,
watching Randy roll around on the floor, the shirt
peeled quicker than a banana, unbuckling his belt at
the speed of sound, kicking his shiny, black shoes
off, while downing his trousers. Even though I had
already plucked a ballpark figure out of the sky,
placing these guys at maybe early twenties, Randy
seemed older, with the blond fur covering his pecs,
the golden turning a little darker, as it began
midchest as a stripe, dove down to his deep innies,
in, then out, then to his hazel pubes.

"Now, why don't you make your friend's balls feel
better?"

"Huh?"

Just like I thought it would go, however I didn't
perceive Dat having a problem with it.

>From the bed, my lover's voice projects, "He means,
suck them, stoopid!"

"Suck them? You.... you mean like with..."

"You're mouth!" Ethan boldly states, then giggles.

He incited Roberto to do the same. It felt good,
knowing the two on the bed enjoyed the performance.

"My mouth? Like put my mouth on his balls and....."

"Unless..."

I gave him the same options I gave Dat.

Again, Dat, more recovered persuades, "Just do what he
fuckin' says?"

Somehow, it didn't sit with me right, me being the
dominant top and having Dat divvy up the orders as
well. I also didn't care for his attitude. In many
ways, I figured Dat to be the one instigating Ethan's
entry into our privacy.

"I changed my mind."

"Huh?" Randy asks.

I had wondered about Randy. Already on all fours, he
seemed like he knew `the drill', as he crawled over to
where Dat lay, propped up on his elbows.

"On the bed."

The blonde, his package loose, hanging down, looked
over his shoulder. I sensed Roberto and Ethan had a
wanting.

"What don't you understand, boy?"

My bare toes swatted his balls, setting them in a
swinging motion.

"I'm goin'.... I'm goin'...."

As far as the phrase, missing my respectful title, I
let it slide, watching him jump up to his feet and
hustle, plastering his back against the sheet. The
atmosphere split into two conversations.

Right away, from Dat's lips, I hear, "You're not
getting me into bed with any faggots!"

I looked, to see Roberto, his arm over Ethan's side,
the palm of his hand set against Randy's pec fur,
feeling it up.

"You're gay?" Ethan asks him.

"Um..."

Meanwhile, back at the floor, I address Dat, "You'll
do what your told!"

I could tell he was analyzing the situation, keeping
an eye on my feet.

"I dunno," My attention switched back to Randy's
situation.

"Another one," Roberto replies to Randy's unknown
factor.

However, I decided, out of the kindness of my heart,
let the straight guy slide. Sure, I could've pushed
him to the brink of folding his cards, but I got
enough pleasure out of humiliating him. Besides, my
interest drew into what lay on the bed.

"Get your clothes on and do yourself a favor..."

"What?"

"Steer clear of this room while I'm in the hotel!"

I could tell he didn't like me or what I dealt him,
but took it. Probably we all sounded horrible,
laughing at Dat, as he pulled on his trousers,
overriding his briefs, gathering up them, his shirt,
jacket, socks and dress shoes and saw himself out.

"Now," I said, hands on my bare hips, facing the bed,
"what do we do with you?"

Not much figuring was needed, as Ethan lay, belly
down, his arm around Randy's waist, his chin
connecting with the blond's shoulder, Randy's lips
almost touching Ethan's.

"Aren't they sweet, Anthony?"

I had to admit it so. Breaking my attention, a knock
came at the door.

Randy, taking a break, says, "Not Dat again!"

"He better not, after I warned him."

Funny thing is, I hoped he had returned. My balls did
the thinking for me, churning with more revenge.

"I thought I told you..."

I should have looked through the peephole in the door.
But since I didn't, had to deal with it. Standing
there, in his outfit, same as Randy's, Dat's and
Ethan's, stood my first sighting of the bear!

"Oops!"

Quickly, I covered my nudeness, putting the door
between my torso and his eyes.

He giggled, replying, "You don't have anything I
haven't seen, sir.... or want?"

Slowly, I invited him in. He turned and looked at the
bed, as I closed the door.

"Hmm... looks like they're having fun!"

It didn't take long, distracted by closing of the
door. Returning my attention, more action rumbled
through my loins, as Ethan sat on Randy's blond fur,
his asscrack prominent, as he fed Randy his cock.

"I hope you don't mind?"

That adorable face of my love, hovered over Randy's
pubes, his tongue already tasting.

"Um, I can come back, if..."

I didn't give our bear gentleman, the option to change
his mind. My arms fit right aside his uniform, as I
hugged him, his slight paunch. Over his shoulder,
listening to him go, "Mmmmmmm", I winked at Roberto.
He smiled back, then went to work on Randy's half-hard
shaft.

Breaking our hug, he says, holding up a key, "Looks a
little busy in here. I've got the key to the adjoining
room. It's vacant."

How could I turn down such an invitation?

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