Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1998 13:35:22 CST
From: jtoute@hotmail.com
Subject: Room 209 (Mast) (M/M)  (b/b)

Room 209
Chapter 3

What a start to the day! I was quite drained by our secret show and
our wank as we
looked at Jonathan Wheeler through the two-way mirror of his bathroom.
But Mark
was due to be behind the Reception desk and I had to meet Jackie for
our morning duty
of bed-making and general chores of the day on the 2nd floor of the
hotel. We started
at 8.30am and I really hoped that I would not run into Jonathan.
Thankfully 209 and
210 were the last on our list and it was always getting on for the
mid-morning before
we ever reached them. As the hotel was quite full, we had much work to
do. 

I think we were in 203 when Jackie's pager went off. She phoned the
Desk and it
seemed that we had to change everything in 209. Jonathan Wheeler, it
seemed had
gone. My heart was heavy and I felt totally deflated. What made him
leave? Was it
anything to do with what happen last night? All these things
preoccupied my mind that
more than once Jackie had to prod me with the end of the vacuum
cleaner! When we
got to 209, sure enough, all his things had gone and the door left
ajar. It was my turn to
do the bathrooms that morning and I was able to see if there were any
tell-tale signs of
Jonathan's immense orgasm a few hours earlier. The thought of it made
me quite horny
and I got quite a hardon. The thought that I had been watching behind
the very mirror
that I was polishing made the sensation all the more intense and I
would have needed
no encouragement to have a wank there and then. 

"Come on! - coffee break now " Jackie called out as she tugged the
cleaner and her
trolley of polishes out of the door into the corridor. Taking one last
lingering look at
the bed and the scene of my last night's fantastic wank with Jonathan
I closed the door.
It then struck me that I must find out when and by whom the room will
next be taken;
so off to Reception to ask Mark I went. Mark was a handsome guy - late
twenties, and
had been Assistant Manager for about a year. I think he arrived the
previous summer
when I had been a waiter, just before I went up to Oxford. 

"So - who's going in 209? I can't believe that our Master Wheeler
would be leaving so
soon. You told me that he and his parents were staying until the end
of the weekend -
another couple of nights at least" I hissed in his ear as he stood
looking very smart in
his black morning suit behind the rather handsome mahogany reception
counter. "Oh!
change of plans for the Wheelers" he said, as he his face broke into a
most wonderful
broad grin. "Parents had an SOS from a family where their youngest son
was staying
after breaking up at Prep school". Mark added. " Apparently it seems
there is a
domestic crisis and they asked if the little Wheeler could come over
to stay with the
rest of the family bringing his friend with him while things got
sorted out." With an
even bigger grin, he continued - " so I moved Jonathan into 204, a
single room, and put
Master Simon Wheeler and his friend into 209. - That might be fun!" 

I then knew that Mark had even more responsibility than I thought. We
both shot off 
into his office to have a coffee and he was able to tell me that he
had fancied me from
the first time he came to the hotel. It was an almost answer to his
dreams when I
suddenly appeared the other day asking for any spare-time work and the
Chambermaid
vacancy coincidentally falling on his lap to fill. He thought that I
might be gay as I
always seemed to pick the more beautiful guys to work with at the
tables and I never
seemed to have much to do with the girls who were there. One of the
waitresses
apparently been through most of the part-time staff during her summer
- Mark even
caught her having a wall fuck in the staff toilets with a 16 year old
guy from the village
on his first evening of training! But he never saw me going in her
direction as he
thought me particularly attractive and good looking and with a number
of the girls
sighing and dying over me in secret huddles in the staff canteen. Mark
did not miss
much - that was pretty evident!

"Come back this evening and we might catch some fun" Mark suggested.
"I am
finished at 7pm and I thought a spot of Bathroom watching might be in
order. Are you
game?" "Of course" I replied and I seemed also to replying for my
twitching cock
which began to make some stirrings. "I'll drop by the Bar at 9.30pm
and we can get
positioned" Mark said as we left his office. 

Things were not as bad as I had at first thought. And my mind was
wondering what
Jonathan's younger brother might be like. At the appointed time I met
up with Mark
who had changed into some rather cool summer clothes and we carefully
made our
way up to the service room next to 209. We entered and he opened the
big cupboard
which concealed the see-though mirror. Apparently Master Simon Wheeler
had already
arrived. The whole family had finished dinner and we both thought that
soon the boys
would turn in. Mark told me that Simon's friend seemed a nice lad.
Both of them not
very tall, and he thought perhaps 11 or 12 years old. We sat
whispering for a little time
and suddenly we were taken aback by the light going on in the
bathroom. The boys had
arrived! Mark and I sat on a couple of big laundry baskets in silence
and we saw a dark
haired guy enter the bathroom and shut the door. To one side of the
bathroom was the
toilet and we watched as the guy stood sideways on to us and undid his
zip to have a
pee. Mark nudged me and whispered what a great time he sometimes had
had sitting
on one of these baskets, and this was the first time that anybody else
had known the
secret of 209. We watched the little guy have a pretty long pee and we
could see the
end of his cock being wiggled as he got rid of the last drops. "Could
be a beauty"
Mark observed. "I have seen some quite small cocks grow really big -
fascinating you
know" And he turned to see if someone else was going to use the
toilet. Sure enough
as one guy left another come in. He was slightly taller, a bit lanky I
thought but really
good looking. He was Jonathan's brother Simon, I was certain. I could
tell by his
profile - a profile that I had seen in great detail the night before
when he wanked me so
very gently while I lay at the mercy of his fingers. 

Simon was obviously quite desperate as he started to undo his trousers
as he walked
across the bathroom. Even before he took a last step to reach the
toilet a golden stream
of pee shot out from a good 3 inches of cock. This was a cool
spectacle and I suddenly
realised that for quite sometime I had had a hardon. I had grown quite
wet with
pre-cum as we had been in the service room for about an hour waiting
for all this.
Simon took quite a time and he shot great bursts of pee into the bowl
- we could hear it
all too clearly. He sort of stood more sideways on to the toilet and
he took an
opportunity to view the bathroom. His eyes wandered around the room as
he finished
his pee, and then he caught sight of the mirror. My heart stopped for
a moment as I
imagined that he had spotted us! But he had spotted himself and he
turn more to face
the mirror as he watched himself finish. He was looking at his cock
reflected in the
mirror. He shook it and slightly opened his trousers a little wider as
he pulled the
complete length of his cock through the opening. Simon was titillated
by this sight -
just as much as Mark and me. "What will happen now?" I thought. I
secretly hoped for
much more than a pee! Simon came up to the basin beneath the mirror to
wash his
hands and it was possible to see his cock still protruding through
flies. He soaped his
hands and then he wrapped a hand around his cock and I saw him pull
his foreskin
fully back and he quite carefully washed his cock. He took a white
towel and dabbed it
dry and then popped it away. What a beautiful scene, but certainly not
providing any
steamy passion.
"Hang on" Mark said. "What do you mean?" I enquired for I thought that
the boys
would just now go to bed. "I told them that they could have a drink
from the mini-bar
to make up for their change of plans" Mark confided. "Lets just give
it another half
hour!" he added. "Okay - I'm game!" I whispered.

I imagine it was about 20 minutes later when one of the boys rushed
into the bathroom
- he was only wearing shorts and brandished a bottle of beer. "See
what I mean?"Mark
said. Simon's friend ran in after him in a pair of white pants. They
seemed a little
merry on beer. They sat on the edge of the bath drinking from the
bottle. We had a
perfect view of their faces - now quite flushed. Then the smaller boy
got up and started
making funny faces in the mirror. Simon stood up and tried to out-do
him. It seemed
that Simon had finished his bottle as he made a grab for his friend's.
He turned away
and there was much laughter and shrieking as Simon tried to tickle him
and snatch the
bottle from his raised arm. The little guy was quite agile as he
jumped onto the edge of
the bath and he reached up trying to put his bottle on a high ledge
reserved for spare
bath towels. Simon was out-manoeuvred but suddenly took hold of each
side of the
white pant's elastic and yanked them down. A yell and much laughing
ensued as the
boy turned round to save his dignity. He had a bottle in one hand and
the other which
he needed to steady himself attached to the shower curtain rail,
rendered himself
helpless- and  so there he stood on the edge of the bath directly
looking at the mirror
with his pants about his ankles and his cock with just a suggestion of
curly hair about it
in full view of Simon as well as us. Simon then took his empty bottle
of Budwieser and
stuck it in front of his friend's cock to suggest that he had an
erection. They both
giggled so loudly we thought that people in the neighbouring rooms
would complain
about the disturbance. 

But the two boys thankfully seemed to grow quite serious. Simon was
moving the
bottle bottom around the other's cock - I was sure of it and they both
looked intently at
the reaction. He was getting a hardon for Simon moved the growing cock
from side to
side with the bottle. At each second the cock grew more hard and it
sprang back more
strongly until it was fully standing straight up and about 5 inches.
It curved upwards
towards his belly and had two really pronounced balls beneath. He
seemed
uncircumcised and we saw a dark purple head and a dead straight line
leading down
the centre of his cock dividing his nuts. It was a perfect cock. We
then witnessed
Simon put his beer bottle in front of his shorts and he moved his hand
up and down the
neck of it, simulating a wank. This was getting very exciting and out
of the corner of
my eye I saw Mark getting his cock out of his trousers. In fact he was
taking them
right down. I had two sights to see and my eyes darted from one to the
other - both
were as exciting as the other! Simon put the bottle down and stood up
and proudly
showed a  tent-pole in his shorts and without any hesitation slid them
a little way down
so his cock jumped to attention as the elastic released his erect
young man-hood. He
flipped it a bit to show how his also sprang back to a fine upright
position and his
friend did the same, not wanting to be out-done I thought. 

Simon was uncircumcised - just like his brother, although his skin did
not fully cover
the head of his cock. It was only a little longer than his friend's
but much thicker. In
fact it seemed out of proportion to its length. It was a really
massive trunk and I
imagined that it would be more than he could encircle with one hand,
even at his age
now. What the hell would it be like in a couple of years, I thought. I
just stared as in a
few more seconds of twanging his cock it grew to its limit. His friend
was similarly
impressed as he too could not take his eyes off it. There was just a
little more hair
surrounding the base of Simon's - but between them they provided some
sight for
Mark and me. Mark was gently groaning o by my side as I saw him gently
stroke his
cock up and down - not in a real wank, but so slowly to the very base
back to the tip. I
too had released my hardon and with my 1st finger was gently rubbing
the tip all over
using my copious quantity of pre-cum. 

But back to the bathroom! Simon stood now with his shorts taken off
and grasped his
cock with his hand. It was true - he could not fit his hand all the
way round it and he
made a few stokes which pushed his skin right back. I was so excited I
felt
light-headed and almost in a trance. Simon's friend came down from
standing on the
ledge of the bath and stood in  front of him. He was a couple of
inches shorter than
Simon. And the tow of them looked down as each rubbed their cocks. It
was not long
that Simon's was being felt by his friend - "who wouldn't want to?" -
I thought. His
smaller hand on such a thick cock made it look even thicker. Simon
reached forward
and took his friend's. He took the head of it with two fingers with
his thumb on the
glands and slowly moved his thumb round in small circular motions. The
boy threw his
head back in rapture at this obvious sensation and his hand slipped
away from Simon's
cock. And then, if all this was not enough, Simon sat on the toilet
seat and brought his
friend's cock towards him. After a couple of seconds of maintaining
this
thumb-rubbing he stuck his tongue out and licked the very underneath
of the cock head.
He grasped the base of the cock and flicked his tongue ever so fast.
We distinctly
heard boyish squeals of "Ah! Aaah!" as the boys head and body began to
twitch in
uncontrollable jerks. Simon kept a steady hand and grasp on his cock.
He then stopped
and both smiled and laughed at their situation. 

They reversed positions so that Simon had his great cock head just
below his friend's
face as he now sat down. But this time Simon took the initiative and
grasped his cock
as he gently rubbed it over his friend's lips. They parted, and little
by little the head
was invited in. Simon slowly moved his hips as a couple of inches went
slowly in and
out. Occasionally he stopped and it looked as if he moved his cock on
the bottom teeth
in his friend's mouth. It was now his turn to make low moanings and
his face looked to
the ceiling. This lasted a few minutes more. I had almost forgotten
Mark next to me -
such was this spectacle. On the washstand beneath the mirror through
which we were
viewing this scene, stood the Bud beer bottles. The boys both stood up
and Simon took
one of the bottles. He found one of the complimentary hotel tubes of
body lotion and
slapped some on the long neck of it. He put some more on his hand and
rubbed his
fingers up and down his arse crack. He passed the bottle to his right
hand and then bent
forward a little as he tried to insert it into his hole. His friend
moved at the back of
Simon - basically, I imagine to see what he was doing as well as to
get a better view of
the proceedings. And then the friend was instructed to take the beer
bottle and
complete the job. Simon had manoeuvred himself so he was bending over
with his
hands on the low side of the bath. It also meant that his arse stuck
up straight at the
mirror! Mark and I gasped as the friend began to slowly push some
inches of the
bottle's neck in and out of Simon. We could hear Simon giving
directions and it was
possible to see the bottle not only going slowly in and out but being
pushed from side
to side and in ever increasing circles. The latter movements were
obviously making
sublime friction on his prostate. Simon swayed his body to compliment
the sensual
fucking he was getting and his right hand was madly pumping his cock
into a frenzied
wank. We were too! From the enormous gasps of delight from the
bathroom we knew
that Simon had cum. Mark did too, but I saved myself for a moment.
Simon took his
hand which was full of his cum as well as the remnants of the body
lotion and he sat on
the edge of the bath. His school friend stood in front of him and
Simon slid his hand
into his arse crack. The friend gathered speed as he furiously wanked
himself and as
we saw Simon's middle finger totally disappear up into his friend the
boy placed his
legs further apart. Simon slid his finger in and out and at times when
it was fully
inserted he vibrated his whole hand. There was a tremendous howl as
the knees of the
boy buckled and cum shot all over Simons face and chest. Simon
steadied him with his
left hand and in the height of the teenage orgasm pushed a second
finger into his arse
and frantically brought his school friend to the greatest moment of
his youthful life.

It was also mine!

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