Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1998 03:00:22 CST
From: jtoute@hotmail.com
Subject: New Story: "Room 209" (M/t) (Mast.) (Coll/HS)

Room 209  

As ever, I was hard-up at the end of my first year at University. I
live in the country,
in a rather nice English village near some beauty spots. It is not
much of a place for
earning money in holidays although there is a large hotel built a
couple of miles away
which is a favourite place for conferences and package-tour
stop-overs. Sometimes
there were some small part-time jobs available when I was at school -
mostly being a
waiter or kitchen cleaner. I certainly found out how difficult it was
to serve peas in an
elegant way. You also got a good shouting out by numerous chiefs - but
we never
really took too much notice of them!

So, I called by the hotel one morning to see if I was too old to take
up some waiting
work - but to my amazement the Assistant Manager suggested that they
could have a
full-time job for the summer - but there was a catch! They were a
chamber-maid short
and needed to fill the gap as soon as possible - a girl (who was in
the same position as
myself away at college),  had had to leave suddenly the previous day
as she had an
opportunity to visit Florida with friends. My financial situation
suddenly took a turn
for the better - and, although not immediately apparent, my holiday
fun as well!

That all happened on Tuesday, and my work started the very next
morning. I was
assigned to one of the three Housekeepers and joined a middle-aged
lady called Jackie
as the other chamber-maid in the team. I was given a uniform which was
the same as
one of the Hall Porters. And so I was given instruction into how to
make beds and
clean rooms - an art that had rather escaped me at university. There
were 38 rooms on
our floor, some were suites and others more ordinary. It was a 4 star
hotel and had a
leisure club too.All guests had the use of it as well as the staff
when off-duty. The
perks were getting better! After a couple of days I was getting the
hang of the routine
and the opportunity of bumping into some of the guests. Most were
business people,
but as the summer season was beginning a few families were also
arriving. The pool
and the other leisure facilities were an added attraction for them. I
was also finding
out that some people were even more untidy than myself in the way that
they left their
rooms. One day when Jackie and I were making one bed in a particularly
untidy room,
my foot knocked against something just under the bed. I bent down and
pulled it out -
it was a girlie porno mag. I slid it back and my hand touched
something else - it was a
damp handkerchief. I put 2 and 2 together and felt it to see if my
conclusion was
correct. I was. It was extremely wet - in fact I found that some cum
was attached to
one of my fingers. I was able to briefly smell the unmistakable
mustiness of cum
before quickly wiping my hand in the final flourish of bed-making.
Jackie was a quick
worker and extremely good at her job. She had a good sense of humour
and told me
some of the `happenings' over the years that brightened her time at
the hotel. While it
was her turn to clean the bathroom it was mine to check the mini-bar.
All was in
order. My mind went back to the cum-covered handkerchief as I waited
for Jackie,
and in an impulse I went over to the bed and picked it up and put it
into my own
pocket. Somehow I found this simple article irresistible and wanted to
view it in
greater detail. Only one more room to go and I was then able to go to
the Staff
Changing Room to investigate my acquisition. But on the way I called
by the
Reception Desk to see who was in 209. "It is Jonathan Wheeler, I
think" said Mark,
the person on duty that morning as he scanned the big accommodation
book.  "His
parents come tonight to stay after getting in from Italy and they are
booked in for
another two nights. They ordered 3 tickets for Stratford for Saturday
as well.
Jonathan, that's right...... he was here last night after a school
friend of his dropped
him off. Nice lad, about 16 or 17 I should say. Goes to a posh school
by the sounds of
it".
Wow! With that, I went straight to the Changing Room and took out the
handkerchief
of Master Jonathan Wheeler from my pocket. It was now 10.30 in the
morning and I
was able easily to see that he had produced quite a load of cum. But
the evidence also
suggested that this was not the first occasion for its use as some
parts of the material
were stained and stiff. My heart was pounding and I had produced a
really strong
erection in imagining someone wanking and filling the handkerchief.
Without another
thought I went into a toilet cubicle, shut the door and took down my
trousers. I sat
down on the seat and began to wank. Quite a bit of pre-cum had already
wetted my
boxers and as I moved my foreskin up and down I made a loud wet
slapping sound. In
my left hand I clutched Jonathan Wheeler's cum and odour to my nose. I
stuck my
legs out in front with my black trousers around my ankles. I leaned
back against the
water cistern and thrust my cock up and down. I was imagining all
sorts of wonderful
things and as I reached my orgasm, I clasped my cock with the
handkerchief and
spurted 4 or 5 times into it. It was a wonderful sensation. I wondered
what Jonathan
Wheeler looked like and my mind created all sorts of visions. And then
I thought that
I just had to find out more and see who it was. I went back up to the
2nd floor and
after knocking I used my pass key to slip into the room. Empty! I
quickly put the
handkerchief back under the side of the bed. I hoped that he would add
more to our
now joint cum-cloth. I could hardly wait for the morning to see. But I
was on duty for
most of the day until 5pm. Afterwards I decided on a swim in the hotel
pool before
returning home.

The pool and the leisure facilities were rather good. There was a
kidney-shaped pool
and nearby a sauna and a steam room. The gym was next to the changing
rooms
which were quite large with two shower cubicles. I changed and put my
clothes in a
locker and went to the pool. There were not too many people about;
most sat or lay on
recliners reading the ample supply of newspapers. There were about 5
youngsters with
their parents and hardly anyone else using the pool. It was bliss just
to plod up and
down after such an extraordinary day - well the start of it was,
anyway! After doing
quite a few lengths I too found a spare recliner which had not been
reserved with a
towel and read one of the tabloids. After a short time I had a
neighbour who came and
collected his towel and sprawled out. Out of the corner of my eye as I
read the paper I
could see a teenage boy settling himself down. He was covered in
perspiration and so
must have come straight from the sauna or steam room. "People normally
take a
shower over there when they have been in the hot rooms", I remarked "
It cools you
off a bit". "Oh! thanks" said the youngster, "that would be a good
idea. I didn't see
it." He then stooped down and put on a pair of glasses which lay by
the reclined  and
so off he went round to the other side of the pool where a shower was
installed for this
purpose. I was able to follow his progress - he must be about 16 I
thought, and with
his nice hair-cut was really good-looking. He had some cool designer
glasses and with
his bright navy swimming trunks, he was a real sight to see. Getting
back on to his
bed he smiled and thanked me before he stretched out and shut his
eyes. I then could
look more closely and view his body in greater detail. he was still
with a smooth chest
and I could see some little tufts of hair under his arms. But my eyes
were drawn to his
rather small swimming trunks and a bulge that pointed outwards to his
left thigh. But
from his navel a thin line of dark hair went down into his trunks. The
sight made me
gasp - it was hypnotic. 
I was reading (huh!) a rather sleazy tabloid that abounds in semi-nude
pictures.
Really! It was the only one available at the time I wanted one. But
the view not 4 feet
to my right was far better material. And so it was no surprise that I
began to get an
erection from looking at him. I sat as far back on my recliner so his
head was level
with my waist. It was possible now to see him more clearly. Conscious
of my
hardening cock, I rearranged myself so that in my shorts I could have
as much room
as possible. I have quite a thick cock, not so long - 6-1/2", and if
trapped (as it often did
at school in my underpants) gives me grief! I lifted the paper up to
shield my hardon
from the view of people in the pool and I slowly rubbed myself through
the material.
My cock made quite a tent post in my shorts. My eyes were transfixed
by the sight
next to me. I began to imagine that this guy's cock was growing! Was
it? I blinked,
and yes! it was. My heart really pounded and I started to shiver a
bit. The excitement
of such a scene. Then looking at his face, I saw that he didn't have
his eyes fully shut.
He smiled and quietly said that those pictures in the paper got many
people horny!
And then I realised that he couldn't see the inside of the paper and a
big busted nude -
he had seen me rubbing my cock! I blushed so hard and quickly let the
paper fall. He
nonchalently threw his towel over his erection. He then asked me if I
was staying at
the hotel as well. "As well?" My mind leapt. "Was this Jonathan
Wheeler?" I said that
I just used the club facilities now and again as I lived locally. He
then told me that he
had come the previous night and would be leaving in two days time on
Sunday. "So it
was Room 209!" I could hardly believe my luck - and then I blushed
even more when
I remembered that I had left my cum on his handkerchief beneath his
bed. in that
room. My imagination began to make me even bolder. I lifted the paper
up a little so
that my cock was again visible as well as a part of the picture on
Page 3. I made some
comment about what big tits the nude had. He didn't comment about her
but he said
that she obviously did a lot for me. I blushed and smiled and
instinctively pushed my
hips up making an even greater impression with my cock. Remembering
that he had a
porn mag also under his bed I brought the conversation easily around
to talking about
pictures being much more explicit in porn mags. Some, which I
truthfully could tell
him I had seen in Amsterdam, left nothing to the imagination. I then
asked if he had
seen any. He thought a bit and said that at his school there were
quite a few mags
passed around between the boys. It seemed that he was away at a
boarding school in
the South of England. I enquired what sort of things he had seen -
"hard core?" I
ventured. "Some" he replied laughing a little. "I imagine that you
need some material
to help you wank at a boarding school" I said, eagerly. "Quite right"
he replied.
Adjusting my cock rather forcefully so that he would notice, I
suggested that I could
do with some porn at that very moment. I left him to make up his mind
why! I thought
that he would never answer. "Would he say he had some?" I kept
thinking. "Come on!
Come on", I wished. And then he very quickly said that he had a mag
and we could go
and see it in his room if I liked! God! I just about died of heart
failure. "When?" I
asked him. "Anytime. What about now? My parents come back later."
"Okay - if you
are sure. Which room? (as if I didn't know!). "209." I said that I
would quickly get
changed and phone home to say I would be back later for supper. This
little white lie
made it possible for me not to be seen by him in my Hotel uniform! I
went and
changed into my jeans and sport's shirt in the Staff Changing Room and
then made
my way up to 209 - a route that I knew now quite well. I knocked, and
Jonathan half
opened the door and let me in. He was just putting on a dark blue
shirt. He had one
arm in and one out. He was wearing a light pair of jeans but was
bare-footed. The
jeans seemed a little too short for him - I couldn't help commenting!
"I know", he
replied " Matron says I have really shot up this last term. I think my
folks will have to
foot another big shopping bill!" And with that he gave such a laugh
and his now
drying hair flopped a bit over his eyes.
"So, let's have a look at this mag of yours! I hope you meant it. I
wouldn't want to
embarrass you." "No way" he said "It's here - it belongs to a friend
in my house and I
forgot to give it back to him when he left for home yesterday." And he
sat on the edge
of the bed and reached under and produced a glossy covered porn mag
which he put in
the middle of the bed. I sat on the other side and leant across the
double bed to see. It
was a bit tatty - obviously it had been well loaned out. I could see
why. It was quite
strong and had some wonderful pictures of fucking and sucking in it.
Jonathan then
lay down on his side so that we could both get a better view of each
page. He turned -
and I made some suitable comment. He obviously knew the pages very
well as he
always slowly turned a really good picture much more slowly to
tantalise me. But I
had little time to really look at the pictures - I was too closely
trying to catch a view of
his quite evident bulge in his jeans. This in turn gave me another
proud cock in mine
which with great scuffling I rearranged. Jonathan laughed and did the
same. We then
got back to the last few pages. I must admit that there were some good
pictures and I
was more than impressed with some of the cocks. The models were not
hunky, they
were more European and I noticed that what text there was, it was in
German. "That
was cool!" as I thumbed back a couple of pages where an extremely
lovely guy was
having a wonderful cock being stroked by two pairs of hands. "That's
fabulous" I
observed to Jonathan. And I gently began to rub my own cock through my
trousers.
So did Jonathan, who seemed to be straining every stitch in his now
over-tight jeans. 
"Can I use your bathroom for a wank" I asked, "I must have one!"
"Fine. Go ahead"
And so I opened the bathroom door and switched on the light. I stood
in front of the
big mirror and undid my trousers and pulled them down with my boxers.
I parted my
shirt and had a brilliant view of myself in the well polished mirror
that Jackie had
done earlier in the day. Slowly I went up and down my shaft. I wanted
to take as long
as I possibly could as I sometimes can cum so quickly. I moaned a
little (basically for
Jonathan's benefit), and I tried to make as much slapping sound as I
could as well.
After a short time I stood further back from the mirror so that I
could look through the
gap in the door which I purposely left ajar. I had a wonderful view of
Jonathan lying
on the bed with his cock sticking out of his jeans. I couldn't see his
head but I realised
that in that position he would be able to see me wanking through the
gap. "Are you
having one as well?" I called out innocently. "Yes. How's it going?"
"Fine. This
mirror is great, you know. It quite a turn-on doing it like this. Have
you tried it here as
well?" "No, not there." Jonathan said. "You should" I said
breathlessly "you can
imagine doing it to someone." Just then the door opened wider and
Jonathan looked
in. "Can I try as well? Would you mind?" "Would I! Hell" I said to
myself. I just
shook my head and smiled a limp smile as my concentration was all
directed to my
cock. Jonathan came and stood next to me and for the first time I saw
what a
wonderful vision he was. His hair had now dried and fell fabulously in
a centre
parting framing his bright eyes. His cock stood proudly from his jeans
which were
now being pushed down his legs. His shirt seemed to get in the way of
his wanking
hand and so he scrambled it off as well. As he was not wearing any
shoes, he was able
to shake his jeans away, and apart from his socks he stood naked in
front of the mirror
next to me.  And in the mirror I looked at him as he was looking at
me. In silence we
slowly wanked ourselves, occasionally looking down at the top of our
cocks. . We
slowly  maintained a rhythm between us and Jonathan more than me, kept
thrusting
his hips back and forth. I was determined not to cum first and so
thought about
everything under the sun to stop me doing so. After some minutes,
Jonathan stopped
and said that he preferred to lie down and do it, his legs ached
standing up. "Lets do it
on the bed now" he suggested to me and walked out and lay on the bed.
I just simply
followed after I slipped my trainers off and discarded my trousers and
boxers from
around my ankles. I lay down on his right side of the bed and we
started our wank
again. We both were humping up and down but at different rhythms and
this made us
burst out in laughter. It was such a mad thing to be doing - it broke
the ice between us
and we both giggled uncontrollably. We still had raging hardons and I
was able to
comment that Jonathan like me was uncircumcised. "Yes - a few guys I
have seen at
school have lost their's, and one of my friends finds it quite
difficult to get enough
slip, so he spits in his hand and that makes it work better" Jonathan
told me seriously.
I agreed and I was able to tell him that when I was about 13 I was
easily able to wank
in my trousers at school while my best friend couldn't because it was
difficult to move
his hand up and down. "Gently moving the foreskin made a wank last a
whole
lesson," I said "and nobody saw my arm going up and down!" I added. 
Jonathan started again to wank slowly and I decided to watch. "You
finished?" he
asked. "No - just having an idea" I answered. "What?" he enquired.
"Well, you pump
up and down a bit like me" I observed, "and I wondered if I  held your
foreskin, you
could push up and down and bring yourself off like that. What do you
think?" "I'll try
it if you don't mind doing it. I'll do it for you as well afterwards
if you like." he said
matter-of-factly. And so I knelt in the middle of the bed next to his
cock and I lightly
wrapped my fist around the top of his cock. . He went up and down a
few times but
his skim went down too far and wouldn't come back up without stopping.
"Shorter
movements" I suggested "and lets put a pillow under your arse to make
it easier." So
we began again and I bent his cock away from him so it stood
absolutely straight up I
found his cock about the same size as mine although it was not so
thick. It was a
fabulous sensation - I just kept my hand steady and he controlled the
pace. His pushes
got shorter and quicker and instinctively I gripped his cock more
strongly. Suddenly
he bucked a couple of times quite strongly and let out a great "Ah!"
and I felt his cock
pulsate in my palm as a burst of cum flew into the air hitting his
stomach. The next
burst out and fell on my arm, and another came as he pushed right down
and then flew
upwards in my grip. I felt intense throbbings in the head of his cock
and each time he
thrust upwards I squeezed. His foreskin was pulled right back and his
cum was
flowing all down his cock and through and over my fingers. He was
still enjoying
every moment of his orgasm. He was oblivious to the situation - his
eyes were firmly
closed. He gasped and groaned as I still kept a hold. The cum was
everywhere over us.
"Grief! That's was just something" he eventually said. And with that
he reach down
under the bed and found his handkerchief. In the summer heat it must
have dried, and
so he opened out the man-made-starched cloth and started to clean
himself. Little did
he know that I was already on it too! 
I put a pillow under my bottom and Jonathan knelt beside me while I
produced one of
the best shows of my 19 year-old life. I urged Jonathan to use two
hands, one on top
of the other so that I could go up through his two fists. My skin was
fully down and 
my copious pre-cum was ample lubeto do it this way.  It did not take
me very long
and I was able to produce just as many shots as he had. I felt him
squeeze me as he
milked every drop from my cock - it was tremendous. I lay there for a
moment to
recover my breath. I looked to my side and thanked Jonathon. "That was
a really cool
time" I blushed. He was wiping his fingers on his handkerchief and
smiled at me. He
leaned forward and gently mopped my cum from around the base of my
cock and
from my belly. Being raised up on the pillow, cum had begun to make
rivulets down
towards my button. Just at that moment the telephone rang and brought
us both back
to reality. In his haste to receive the call Jonathan almost knocked
the telephone and
the bedside lamp on to the ground. We both stifled laughter as he was
told that his
parents had arrived at reception. So he flew around the room to get
dressed whilst I
did the same in the bathroom where my clothes were in a heap. I sat on
the bed and
put on my trainers and I saw Jonathan slip the handkerchief under the
bed along with
the porn magazine. "I wonder what will be there in the morning" I
thought. And then
my colour came up. "Christ! What if I should see him when I cam round
with
Jackie?" I should have told Jonathan, but there was just no time. He
sprang out of the
door and I heard voices down in the corridor and a greeting from
Jonathan. A key was
slipped into a lock. I  heard a door open and then close. I made my
way out down the
corridor wondering just what tomorrow might bring.

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