Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2005 09:56:42 +0100
From: Story Teller <storymeister@gmail.com>
Subject: Room Service

This is another story that I wrote some time ago.  It is purely vanilla
but for those who enjoy some love and romance I hope you will find it
worth reading.

The usual copyright rules apply, all comments are welcome.


ROOM SERVICE


I had worked in my uncle's hotel for eighteen months, since I left
school, although I had been helping out since I could carry a tray.
He's a fat old bastard but I need the money.  He raised me after my
parents died and he expected me to work all the hours God sends in
gratitude. I had a chance to go to university but he decided that I would
learn more waiting tables, cleaning rooms and tending bar.   On a few
occasions he was right.

I was working bar one night and the only customers were a couple sitting
at one of the tables.   It was obvious to me they weren't man and wife,
in fact I got the impression that they didn't know each other very well.
At about ten o'clock they finished their drinks and went upstairs and I
took the chance to clear up and get ready to close at midnight.   At
about 11.40 the phone rang and the guy who had been in earlier asked if I
could bring a bottle of vodka to his room.  I explained that I was still
on duty but promised to bring it as soon as I could after midnight.
After huffing a little, he agreed to wait.

At twelve o'clock, I closed the bar, grabbed two glasses, a bucket of ice
and a bottle of Smirnoff Blue Label, put them on a tray and went to room
206 to deliver.   When I knocked, the guy opened the door wearing a
bathrobe and beckoned me in.  He grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap and
took a mouthful, cursing the fucking bitch that led him on and then
walked out on him.   I waited 'til he finished ranting then made to leave
but he grabbed my arm and said "Don't you find that women are more
trouble than they are worth?"   I muttered something about working long
hours, not having time for women and he said, "You don't know how lucky
you are.  Sit down, have a drink" Well, I was off duty and had a late
start next morning so I thought, "Why not, it makes a change from
returning to my single room and reading myself to sleep".   He poured two
generous drinks and started to talk, telling me he was in town for one
night, how he met this woman at a business meeting earlier in the day,
how she had agreed to go out with him, what it had cost for a meal, that
she agreed to stay the night but then changed her mind and walked out. "I
would have been cheaper getting a prostitute", he said, at least I would
have got what I paid for, and I would have got rid of this".   At that he
pulled open his bathrobe and showed a 7" hard-on that smacked against his
stomach.  I was taking a sip of vodka and choked at what I saw.   He
looked up and said, "Sorry, kid, I didn't mean to embarrass you".  "No,
no, its OK", I said, "I know the feeling, eighteen nights solid without a
night off, I get like that myself at times" I could have told him that I
was getting one right then.   "Does this TV have a porn channel?" he
asked.  "Yes, but its pretty soft stuff", I said.  "Oh, fuck it, lets
watch anyway", he said, and turned the TV on.   He poured two more drinks
and pulled his chair round the table, nearer to mine for a better view of
the screen and started to watch a crappy film where a sailor was playing
with some blonde's tits.   It was doing nothing for me, but pretty soon
he was stroking on that dick and enjoying himself.  While the film left
me cold, the sight of his rampant meat was turning me on and my own dick
was struggling for space inside my trousers.   "In for a penny, in for a
pound", I thought, "As long as he thinks it's the film that's turning me
on, no damage is done", so I opened my trousers and joined him in a
one-handed massage.   He glanced over briefly at me, smiled and said,
"This is the life, Eh?  Who needs women".  I agreed and took another swig
of vodka.   Eventually the woman in the film went down and took the guy's
dick in her mouth.  You didn't actually see her do it, just the back of
her head rising and falling, but it was enough to get my companion
moaning.   "Lucky bastard", he said, "I'd give anything for a blow job
right now".  I tried to respond with something suitably macho, but only a
squeak came out of my mouth.   He looked round and caught me staring at
his dick.  He looked down, looked at me then looked at the TV. "Yep, I'd
pay £20 right now for a decent blow job".   He looked at me again and I
just stared, frightened shitless in case he was kidding and intended to
tell my uncle.  That bastard would have killed me if he thought I did
anything with one of his customers.   He looked straight into my face and
said, "Yes, £20, and I'm not to fussy who does it" I couldn't move, but
he stood up, causing his dick to stick out at right angles and walked
towards me, letting his dick swing from side to side.   When he stopped
in front of me, I leaned forward and took his balls in my hand as I
wrapped my lips around his beautiful cock.  I took as much as I could
then pulled back to lick around the glistening head.   He pushed forward,
but I quickly put my hand around the base stopping him from ramming it
right into my throat.  I worked on it for a short while then gradually I
eased my hand away allowing him to go deeper.   As he reached my throat
the guy in the film started shouting, Yes, Yes, Yes."  That was enough to
get him shooting a thick salty load into my mouth.   I shot my own load
as I tasted that slime on my tongue, then he just pulled away and turned
the TV off.  He quickly grabbed his wallet, took out two tens and handed
them to me, practically throwing me out of the room.   I went straight to
my room, twenty pounds richer and a smile on my face knowing I would have
a good night's sleep, no matter how guilty he might feel.

A few months later I was having one of my rare mornings off and planned
to go to the beach, but as I cut through the kitchen to leave my uncle
stopped me and said, "Before you go, just take these two breakfasts up to
room 311, I'm short-handed this morning and apparently one of them isn't
feeling too good.   Rather than argue I grabbed the tray and took it up
to the room.  When I knocked someone shouted, "Come in", and I nudged the
handle with my elbow and walked in. Room 311 is a twin room and a guy was
lying on one of the beds moaning about a sore back.   Looking around I
saw his roommate standing in the bathroom in a pair of boxers brushing
his teeth.  I also noticed immediately that only one bed was messed up,
the other hadn't been slept in, and a bottle of baby oil stood on the
bedside cabinet.   Now both of these guys were hot, I'm 6'2" and they
were both taller than me, and although I keep myself trim and in shape,
these guys were much more muscular, like swimmers.   The guy on the bed
told me to leave the breakfast, "I can't possibly eat anything, I've put
my back out and I'm in agony", he said, "do you have any pain killers in
this place?"  Seizing the moment, I said, "What you need is a massage, I
used to help out with the school football team and was told I'm quite
good, if you want me to try".  "Anything", he said, "Just help get rid of
this pain".   It was true I had given a few guys a rub down, but I wasn't
trained or anything, but I tried to look professional as I knelt on the
bed between his legs.   I lifted the baby oil and dribbled it down his
spine then started to rub it into his back, gently at first then more
firmly.  Whatever I was doing seemed to work because soon he was saying
he felt much better and encouraging me to go on.   He only had a sheet
over him which was pulled down to his waist, so as I rubbed, I slowly
worked my hands lower, moving the sheet down further and eventually
bringing my hands from his shoulders all the way to the top of his
buttocks.   By this time he was sighing, and every time I came near his
arse he would raise his hips to meet me.  His roommate had come out to
watch and was rubbing himself through his shorts.   I looked round at him
and he said, "Looks like you have a magic touch, I'd keep going if I were
you."  I brought my hands down and this time I trailed one of my fingers
down the cleft of his arse causing him to wriggle and moan.   Next time I
pressed harder, touching his 'O' and sticking my finger in.  He raised
his hips right up and pushed against me, so I withdrew and put two
fingers in.   He was bucking against me, and I knew if I kept this up for
too long, he would climax, so I withdrew, stood up and removed my
trousers, the lay on top of him.   I got more baby oil and smeared it
round his hole then lubed my dick.  I got my dick against his hole and
pushed, finding that I slid in really easily.   His roommate moved round,
by this time his dick was in his hand and he knelt on the bed so that I
could get my mouth around it.  Fucking one and sucking the other, I was
in heaven; it was as good as I had ever felt. The guy kneeling then took
his cock out of my mouth and moved away, and the next thing I felt was
baby oil being poured onto my arse and rubbed into my hole.   I was a bit
tighter than his roommate, but he was patient, opening me slowly.  When
he had me ready he got behind me and pushed.   At first it felt too big,
but I paused, waited until it felt OK and carried on ploughing the one
below me while he picked up speed ramming my tight arse.

We kept it going as long as we could, but I gave way first, shooting a
full load, my first in five days.   This caused two things, the guy below
me feeling my juice hit the walls of his arse, threw his head back and
let a big load go all over the bed.  At the same time, his mate, feeling
my hole contract, filled me with his cum.

We collapsed on top of each other and just lay there for what seemed like
hours, but was probably about 15 minutes.   One of them asked if I was on
duty and I said no, not until 2pm.  He picked up the phone and asked the
desk if, as his friend was feeling unwell, they could keep the room until
about 3pm.   After a bit of haggling, and them agreeing to pay a bit
extra on their bill, it was agreed, and I spent the rest of the morning
with them.  I never did get to the beach that day, and they never got to
eat their breakfast, but the things we did do were much more interesting.

Things were quiet after that, but only in the sex department.  Work was
as busy as ever and I was getting less and less time to my self.   To be
honest, I was too busy to even think about sex.  What little time I had
was spent daydreaming about my future.   I had a small inheritance due to
me at the age of twenty-one, and with less than a year to go, I was
starting to make plans.  They hadn't got very far beyond getting away
from the hellhole I worked in.   My uncle had dropped some heavy hints
about me investing my money in the hotel and continuing working for him,
but there was no chance of that happening.   Since he had two sons of his
own, both of whom had gone to university and made a career for
themselves, I didn't even stand to inherit the place when the old pig
died.  No, I was getting out, I wouldn't even wait for the birthday cake.

One night I was tending bar, and for a change it was quite busy.  My
uncle's prices tended to encourage visitors to drink elsewhere, but
tonight I had a crowd of businessmen in, and they were on expenses so the
prices didn't bother them.   I was kept going between tables and bar, and
at first I didn't notice the new customer come in.  I had been washing
some glasses and when I looked up he was standing in front of me, 5'10"
of solid hairy muscle.   He was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a
white silk, short-sleeved shirt and was wearing a tiny gold chain around
his thick neck.  I dropped the glass in my hand, smashing it against the
sink, causing me to get really flustered.   I asked him what I could get
him as I tried to clean up the broken glass, and managed to cut my hand.
Just a little nick, not anything to worry about, but it drew blood.

  "Oh, shit", I said.  I reached under the bar and got the first-aid box
and took out a Band-Aid, but when I tried to open it I was all fingers
and thumbs.   The stranger put his hand out and said, in the deepest
voice, "Here, let me do that."  I handed him the plaster and he held on
to my cut hand, removing the cover from the plaster and applying it to
the wound, smoothing and rubbing it into place.   My hand (and body) was
shaking, but I managed to ask him again if he would like a drink.  He
ordered a bottle of beer and drank it by the neck.   Watching him wrap
his lips around that bottle was almost too much for me, I had to grab a
cloth and go and wipe some tables.  When I went back to the bar, the
bottle was drained and he was gone.

Finally, the bar got quieter as the businessmen finally decided to go
eat.  Again I wiped the tables, emptied the ashtrays and collected the
glasses.   I was standing behind the bar, washing the glasses when that
velvet baritone voice said "All that washing up must play havoc with your
skin".  I nearly broke another glass, but managed to retain my composure
long enough to ask if he wanted another beer.  Instead, he had a large
singe malt whisky with ice and pulled up a barstool and started to chat.
  Normally talking to customers is my strong point, but I wasn't making a
good job of being entertaining that night.  He asked my name, and I said
"John", and couldn't think of anything to add, like asking him his.   He
told me anyway that his name was Giovanni, but he usually just got called
Joe, he told me he was here for two nights on business, he told me he
lived in the South of England, and all I did was nod.   He sort of gave
up then, deciding that I was too standoffish, and I realised I had made a
real balls-up.  Finally I found my voice and said, "I'm really sorry, I
know I must seem really rude, it's just that I was a bit embarrassed at
my behaviour before, very unprofessional.   I hope you won't think me too
stupid".  He laughed and said, "Let's try again".  He stuck out his big
hand and I grabbed it to shake it.   He held on for just that second too
long and I said "If you keep this up you'll get me nervous again, and
there won't be a glass left in the place by closing time."

We both relaxed a bit and thankfully the bar stayed quiet for the rest of
the evening. At midnight I had to ask him to leave and he said, "Only if
you leave with me, let's go find a club or something".   I explained that
I was on duty again the next morning at 7am, and I had to clear up and
close the bar.  He asked if I would join him in his room for a drink, and
I said, "Yes, but let's skip the drink".   "It's a deal, I'll be waiting
for you".

I worked as fast as I could, then raced to my room.  I was showered and
changed in eight minutes, and I hurried down to his room.   He was
waiting in a black robe with white silk boxers underneath.  I fell into
his arms and he practically tore my clothes from me.   He picked me up
like a child and carried me to his bed, then he lay beside me.  He ran
those enormous hands over my smooth body while I pushed my open fingers
through his thick body hair.   He doesn't just have a hairy chest, but it
goes all the way down his stomach too, as well as his arms and legs.  He
leaned on to me and kissed me, our tongues interlacing in ecstasy, and at
the same time moved so that he lay on top of me.   We kissed for several
minutes, nibbling each other's lips before he moved his head to eat my
face, biting at my nose and ears, licking my eyelids.  Slowly he worked
his way to my throat then my nipples eventually carrying on to take my
cock into his mouth.  He sucked on me then began licking my balls and
thighs.   Finally, he raised my legs and kissed me on my hole, letting
his tongue linger and moisten me, before entering me.  His weapon was
considerably thicker than anything I had taken before, so it took great
concentration and effort to accommodate him, but I wanted him so much I
would have withstood anything to have him.   Eventually the pain receded,
leaving that beautiful warmth that we love.  He moved slowly, pulling
slightly, pushing gently, until his precum had lubricated me enough to
allow him to take me properly.   We fucked for the longest time, driving
hard then slowing right down, changing position with me on top, until we
could stand it no longer and he mounted his final assault and erupted
within me, causing me to explode between our two bodies.   We cuddled and
fell asleep, although we awoke several times in the night and enjoyed the
warmth and closeness of each other.

At six am, I awoke and began to suck on his sleeping cock, rousing it to
full size before he awoke.   When he gained consciousness, he responded
and took my cock in his hand, pulling me to him until we were in position
for a sixty-nine, which we both performed with relish.  Unfortunately, we
had to satisfy each other with some speed, because I had to return to my
room and prepare for work, but before I left we made sure that both of us
were completely sated.  As I attempted to rise from the bed, he pulled me
to him and kissed me; he asked me to make sure that I was available to
spend the evening with him, and I said I would try but couldn't promise,
but I knew my uncle would never agree.

Later in the morning I decided to ask anyway, but at the last moment I
changed my mind and just told my uncle that I was taking the evening off.
  He ranted for ages threatening to fire me and to throw me onto the
street, but I refused to back down.  I told him I hadn't had time off for
over two weeks and I was finishing at 5pm.   I watched for Joe returning
and told him I would meet him at six in a bar I knew.  That gave me time
to shower and dress with the amount of care I felt Joe deserved.

When we met, it was all I could do to stop myself kissing him.  He asked
me if I had any difficulty getting time off and I told him the full
story.   He asked why I put up with such bullying and the story of my
life just sort of came out.  I explained that I would inherit the money
left by my parents in a few months and I intended to get away and make a
new start then, but I really needed to hang on until then to keep a roof
over my head.

Joe took me for a meal and we talked more, but this time we talked of
good things, of what we wanted from life and about we intended to do.
Joe told me of how he had never found personal happiness to match his
business success and we ended the evening with a toast to each other's
future.   Joe asked me if I would spend the night with him and I jumped
at the offer, although I suggested that we enter the hotel separately.
We walked back to the hotel, even holding hands briefly as we passed
through an ill-lit part of town, then Joe went in while I waited around
the corner for two minutes.   When I got to Joe's room he was stripped
waiting for me and we made love again, with the same passion as before.
Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms, Joe suddenly sat up and said,
"Come and stay with me".   I was stunned; I couldn't understand what he
meant.  Now?  When I left the hotel?   For the Weekend?  Finally I asked
"When?" and he said, "Now, in the morning, let's do it".  I made all
sorts of excuses why it couldn't be done; talking about working my
notice, collecting my wages etc., but he shrugged them away.   "Come with
me, I have a beautiful home and no one to share it.  You can sort
something out when we get there for your future, but don't let a few
pounds wages hold you back."   I was in a state of turmoil, I was shaking
and Joe pulled me to him and held me tightly.  I slept only fitfully, but
in the morning I knew I had to do it.   I went to my room and packed
everything I had, then I phoned Joe's room to tell him I was ready and we
went down to reception together.  My uncle's face was a picture of
incomprehension as he saw me walk towards the door with my luggage.   As
Joe went over to pay his bill my uncle finally found his voice and
bellowed, "Where do you think you're going?"  "He's leaving, with me",
said Joe.   "Why should he leave with you?" asked my uncle.  "Because we
love each other", said Joe.  At that I walked over, put my arm around
Joe's waist and kissed him on the cheek.   "Goodbye, uncle", I said, "I
can't say that it has been a pleasure, because you have made my life
hell, but that is over now".

Joe lifted his suitcase then helped with some of mine and we walked out
of the hotel together.

Joe offered me a job with his firm, but I didn't think that a good idea,
so I took a job in a local restaurant.   It is only temporary because I
have already made arrangements to start university next year, and luckily
there is a place available at the one only 12 miles from where we live.
Joe lent me some money to buy a small car, so I can study and still be
home every night to the man I love, and who loves me.