Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 03:50:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adjoining Rooms Pt 3

ADJOINING ROOMS

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Archive;'Adjoining Rooms #3'{Mikhail Conrad}(MM ANAL)[3!5]

Remember guys, this is a fantasy. Act accordingly when you go out and have
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This one is dedicated to Roy from way off in New Zealand. Thanks for the
motivation pal!

 Part 3

    After dinner at a nice French restaurant on Royal, I felt like we
needed to take a few to digest before we headed back to the room for our
main course. We had the usual male pride struggle of who was picking up the
tab and ended up doing rock, paper, scissors for it. His paper covered my
rock and I claimed the right to pay next time. He grinned and nodded his
agreement as he got out his card to pay. In a few we were exiting the
restaurant into the humid night air of the French Quarter.

    "How about a walk and a drink before we head back to fuck?" I asked
him, "I'm as anxious as you to get to it, but Brody, if I don't let some of
this food work it's way down first, your big rod might make it come back up
when I spit lube it."

    "Shoot Mike," he responded, "I was just thinkin' almost the same thing,
only about your piece. Do you think you might be up for a turn around the
dance floor too? I'd really like to strut our stuff together just for the
fun of it."

    "Brody, the gay god of tricks had to have something to do with us
meeting," I told him with a chuckle, "It's a perfect idea."

    "I heard about this really hot spot just a couple of blocks down
Bourbon Street," he began.

    "Oz," I interrupted him as we began to walk toward it.

    "Yeah!" he responded, "You been there?"

    "Many times," I answered, "I just hope I don't have to fight to keep
you. You're gonna turn heads stud."

    "Don't you worry yourself none over that," he said laughing and put his
arm around my waist to pull me firmly to his side, "I'm the one that has to
keep a hold of you, "I saw clear as day hows our waiter was givin' you the
once over."

    "Oh yeah," I retorted and gave him a friendly shove with my shoulder,
"I saw him eyeing you too."

    "Then what's say we both do some head turning together," he said
laughing along with me, "But tonight it's just the two of us okay?"

    "Fine by me," I agreed, "But you're going to be real sorry if oh... say
Jared Leto shows up and puts the make on us."

    "Okay, okay," he said laughing louder, "We can always renegotiate for
special happenins."

    We walked the four blocks to Oz ribbing each other about our various
celebrity crushes and heard the sounds of dance music coming from the hot
night spot a block away. Then we were standing at the corner of St Ann and
Bourbon in front of the double door entry to the club. The doorman smiled
at us as we showed him our IDs and waved us right in.  I turned and went
around the downstairs bar getting a look at the half full dance floor and
the mostly shirtless studs moving it around out there. Brody followed me
with wide open eyes taking in the whole atmosphere of the place.

    "Is it always this wild?" he asked loudly in my ear.

    "This is nothing," I hollered back, "It's still early for this
place. Later on the floor will be packed and that's nothing to how it is at
Mardi Gras."

    "I reckon I'll just have to come back then," he told me moving closer
to my ear to keep from shouting.

    "Come on," I yelled at him and took him by the hand, "Let's go upstairs
to get drinks. We can talk easier there."

    Brody followed me hand in hand to the staircase and both of us got
cruised blatantly several times before we made it up to the second floor
where it was noticeably quieter. We walked up to the bar and took two open
stools. The bartender jumped right over to us.

    "And just what do two angels have to drink when they go out together?"
he asked us flirtingly.

    "Trust me?" Brody asked me with a raised eye.

    "Of course," I answered and leaned over to nibble his ear.

    "Berri Acai and tonic, no twist and a double Beam on the rocks," he
told the bartender with a wink.

    "Not just angels," the bartender said as he began to make our drinks,
"But connoisseurs too. I haven't seen you two in here before. Visiting?"

    "Yep," Brody answered running the back of his hand across my chest,
"And I'm lovin' it."

    "I've seen you before," I told the guy, "Last Mardi Gras. It was packed
up here. Took me a half hour to make it up the stairs."

    "I must be losing it," he replied and set our drinks in front of us on
two bar naps that he produced adroitly, "I thought I always would remember
someone that looks like you, with those magic eyes."

    "I was wearing a mask," I told him.

    "What kind?" he asked.

    "A domino accented with black peacock feathers."

    "Shirtless? Black leather chaps and jock?" he inquired.

    "Yeah that was me," I answered amazed at his recall, "You've got an eye
for detail and a hell of a memory."

    "Makes for a good bartender," he and Brody both said at the same time,
setting all three of us to laughing.

    "My night Mike," Brody said pulling a bill out of his pocket to pay for
our drinks.

    "Already taken care of," the bartender told us nodding his head to the
other end of the bar.

    The man he indicated was a muscle stud with a shaved head wearing a
black leather harness and tight black jeans. He nodded and raised his glass
to us. Brody and I both picked up our drinks and saluted him back and took
a swallow at the same time he did.

    "Come on Mike," Brody said standing up, pulling a five out of his
pocket and setting it on the bar for a tip, "Let's go say howdy to our
benefactor."

    "His name's Rayne with a y," the bartender told us as we moved toward
the guy, "He's a regular, not a fixture though. A pretty nice guy."

    "Howdy Rayne, I'm Brody and this here is Mike. Thanks for the drinks."

    We all three shook hands and Rayne scoped us both with gleaming baby
blues. He was just a tad shy of my height and built thicker than either one
of us. His hairless chest had a single lightning bolt tattoo that ran from
his right shoulder across his hard prominent pec to point at his right
nipple. The nipple had a fairly large gauge steel bar pierced through it.

    "My pleasure," he said, "It was kind of selfish on my part though. I
was hoping to you'd come over."

    "You hit the nail on the head then," Brody said with a laugh, "I always
thank a fella that buys me a drink."

    "I definitely hear the sound of the Lone Star State," Rayne said with a
grin.

    "Don't say it Mike," Brody said to me and pulled me to him with his
hand massaging my neck.

    "Say what?" I asked feigning innocence even though we both knew he had
cut my response off.

    "Are you two lovers?" Rayne asked us and added, "Feel free to tell me
to mind my own business."

    "Just suck buddies so far," Brody answered him directly, "But we plan
on upping the ante later on."

    "We're aiming for the jackpot," I added getting in on the repartee.

    "Any chance on me sitting in on the game too?" Rayne asked smiling and
enjoy the play on words.

    "It's mighty kind of you to ask," Brody replied and looked lustfully at
me, "But Mike and I want this one for just the two of us tonight. Any other
time and I think we might just take you up on it. Whadda ya say Mike? Wanna
play with Rayne sometime later?"

    "Later like in tomorrow night?" I asked the sexy man.

    "Damn!" he exclaimed with a frustrated expression.

    "Don't sweat it if you've got something tomorrow Rayne," Brody told him
and took his massive shoulder in a friendly grip, "You can take your pick
of the two days after that too. Mike and I'll be here till Tuesday."

    "Sorry guys," the muscle man said with regret, "I'm leaving town
tomorrow to go out to west Texas. I just inherited some property out there
and I have to go and change the deed, get the tax info, and check the place
out. I've already scheduled meetings or I'd change it. But I do understand
that you two want a one on one for your first time. I'd want that too. We
can exchange cell numbers and maybe I'll see the two of you again
sometime."

    We both willing did that and god bless Rayne's horny heart, I got
Brody's number and he took mine. Rayne signaled the bartender for another
round seeing that we had all downed ours while we talked. When we got our
drinks, Rayne looked at us with a grin.

    "How about a three way dance at least before you two take off for
Nirvana?" he asked.

    "Now that sounds like fun," I agreed.

    "Lead the way," Brody told the stud.

     We danced our asses off through three or four songs before I gave
Brody a look that said I wanted him NOW! Rayne saw it and laughed. Brody
had to adjust his package in my jock. Amidst hugs and cheek kisses Rayne
walked us to the door. I swear every guy we went past checked us all three
out like chefs shopping at a gourmet grocery. Rayne wasn't going to have
any trouble finding some companionship tonight if he wanted it.

    "Unload one for me guys," Rayne said as he waved us off and goodbye.

    Brody and I made it back to our hotel quick time. We plucked each
other's shirts off on the elevator and Brody fumbled with his key card out
of excitement when we got to the door. Most of our clothes ended up in the
entry alcove as we stripped each other in libidinous need the minute the
door shut behind us. We went through the adjoining doorway into my room and
were on my bed wrestling with sexual greediness in moments.

    The cowboy stud adroitly maneuvered his way into a side by side
sixty-nine position and swallowed my cock like a starving man. I sucked on
his balls while stroking his ten inch prick. His nuts were drawn up tight
as a drum in his sack and I knew mine were too. I wasn't in the best
position to get his mammoth tool down my throat so I rolled him onto his
back and straddled him while fucking his handsome face. As I shoved my
mouth down to engulf his joy rod, he let my cock slip from his lips and he
pulled me back by my hips. Just as I got his leaking cock to start to slide
into my gullet, he pulled my butt onto his face. His lips, tongue, and
mouth latched onto my butthole making me moan and squirm in ticklish
pleasure as I deep throated his shaft. Brody's hands spread my cheeks
further apart and he used his forefingers to erotically part my anal ring
so he could get his tongue further in me. He licked, tongue fucked, sucked,
and nibbled on my tingling hole, driving me crazy with his rim work. I felt
my own rigid pecker constantly dripping sticky pre-cum between his hairy
pecs.

    "Jeez Mike that's the best fucking blow job I've ever had man. Oh fuck,
you're getting me so close," Brody said from between my cheeks, "And
what're you tryin' to do, glaze my whole chest with your dick drip?"

    I slowly came up off of the stud's awesome erect meat keeping up a hard
suction as I did so. He moaned causing a ripple of intense pleasure on my
fuck hole. I let his engorged pole fall from my mouth to land with a slap
on his sexy cut abs. He tried to hold me back as I moved pulling my ass
from his face, but I spun around to quickly for him to catch me in time. I
sat on his crotch with his steel hard cock between my spit wet butt cheeks,
leaned over, and began to lick my cock honey from the silky golden hairs on
his chest. I flexed my butt cheeks around his throbbing dick and coated my
finger with some of the goo on his chest and fed it to him.

    "Leave the rest of it man," Brody said pushing me upright by my
shoulders, "I've got a better use for it."

    He pushed me over and manhandled me onto my knees. He pushed my head
down leaving my ass sticking up toward him and began to wipe up the rest of
my dick drip off his chest and transfer it to his cock and my hole. It was
apparent where this was headed and I hunched my ass back into his hand
teasing him.

    "Lean forward Mike," he instructed me once he had my asshole and his
rigid dick slicked up with my pre, "I'm gonna put my dick head on your hole
and let you back up on it at your own pace. I'm just gonna watch as you
fuck yourself on my piece. Don't worry if you can't take it all pal, you
won't be the first one."

    "Watch me," I told him and started easing my asshole onto his man meat.

    He had no way of knowing that my fuck hole had been conditioned by
Cal's even thicker cock and I had no worries over his girth. I had a few
concerns over his length, but I wanted it so bad that I knew I could take
it all if I just gave into my horniness.

    I felt my ass lips part and relaxed as his big fat mushroom head
started its way into my ass. I pushed back and took six inches of the giant
prong in one smooth move. I felt his wide head move over my prostate and my
cock let loose with another flow of clear nectar that I caught with my
right hand and used to lube my own erection. I started casually stroking
myself as I rocked back and forth taking more of Brody's huge fuck tool up
my chute, inch by inch.

    "Fuck Mike," Brody groaned in delight, "It looks so hot watchin' your
hole workin' my bone. AHHHH! Fuck Yeah! You're really likin' it ain'tcha?"

    "It's great Brody," I crooned to him letting his long slab slide even
further in my bowels, "I want it all man, and then I want you to fuck me
good. How much more is there to take?"

    "You're down to the last two inches bud," He answered, "I can feel the
warmth of your ass all around my dick Mike. Just you tell me when you want
me to start plowin' you. I'll take it easy man. I promise."

    "Don't make promises I don't want you to keep stud," I told him as I
squirmed and pushed back hard coming to rest with his pubes tickling the
outer ring of my well stretched hole, "Ugh! AHHHH FUCK! I think you're cock
head is deeper up in me than anything I've ever felt."

    "Take your time pal," he instructed me, "I could stay hard in you
forever, your ass is so hot and tight."

    "Go ahead and fuck me," I told him.

    Brody ever so slowly drew his cock back half way and then just as
slowly pushed in until he was back in all the way with his tight ball sack
resting on my taint. He repeated this move several times letting out sighs
of sexual enjoyment each time while I grunted out my carnality every time
he hit bottom. He took me by my hips and repositioned himself still keeping
up his slow smooth fuck motions. After a few minutes of his leisurely
dicking, he bent over me and wrapped his arms around my chest pulling me up
on all fours and started feel-groping my pecs and nips. He then started a
series of short jabbing strokes that were a bit faster and used only the
last inch or so of his massive rod to fuck me. His hairy chest felt
incredible across my back and I squirmed under him wanting his dick as bad
as any I'd ever had.

    "Fuck me like you mean it cowboy," I admonished him, "Dick my ass hard
Brody. I can take it. Give it to me man. I want it. I need it."

    "You sure?" he asked me as he licked and nibbled on my ear, "I want it
bad too, but I don't wanna hurt you."

    "Damn it Brody," I said feeling frustrated, horny, and needy, "Do you
want me to beg for it? I will. Fuck me with that huge slab man. PLEASE!
FUCK ME HARD!"

    "Okay fucker," he responded with a laugh, "You asked for it."

    I quickly discovered that I had almost asked for too much, almost, but
not quite. Another millimeter of cock and I'm sure it would have ruptured
me. As it was Brody put me through the ringer with his giant fuck shaft. He
drew back until his head was the only part of his dick left in me and drove
back into me so quickly that I felt my sphincter muscle heat up. He started
fuck rutting in my hole so fast, long, and deep that all I could do was
grunt and moan as his huge prong rammed into me over and over. The large
girth of his cock slid over my love knob time after time, again and again,
causing it to send drop after drop of pre-cum up my cock to go slinging out
my slit all over the sheet under me.  His prick must have been leaking as
much as mine because I felt the wetness lubing me as he piled into my
hole. He fucked me so fast and furious with his huge member that I couldn't
even jack my cock. All I could do was brace myself on all fours and reveal
libidinously in the fuck ride of my life.

    "I'm fuckin' gettin' close Mike," He declared still battering his huge
slab of meat into me, "You want me to cum or wait?"

    "Ugh! Can I... ugh, fuck you... ugh, after you cum?" I asked trying to
spread my hole even wider to take his fuck.

    "Sure as shootin' bud," he replied lifting back up off my back and
grabbing my hips to pound me even harder.

    "Then go for it," I told him, "Fuck it in me Brody. Make your cock feel
good. FUCK ME!"

    Brody drove his rod relentlessly into me for another couple of dozen
more toe curling thrusts and shuddered. Slamming deep in me, he held me
with his giant shaft completely lodged up my ass. I felt his cock head jerk
as he got his nut.

    "FUUUUCK!" he cried out, "Here it comes! AHHHHHHH! TAKE IT MIKE!"

    Brody ground his pubic bone into my fuck spread ass and unloaded into
me, jerking from head to toe every time his balls delivered another shot of
thick warm cum up my ass. Even though his ejaculating pole was ten inches
deep in my fuck chute, I still felt his load leaking out around his
thickness past my fuck spread ass lips. He must have shot off a huge amount
of jizz. He sighed and plucked his ass buster out of my hole. I turned and
faced him on my knees clenching my cheeks to keep his deposit in me. He
smiled lustfully at me and dropped onto his back lifting his knees to his
chest and aiming his blonde hair rimmed hole at me. His cock remained half
hard and wet with cum between his muscular thighs

    "Fuck me Mike," he said invitingly, "Dip somma my spew outta your hole
and lube me up, then fuck my brains out just like I did you."

    I didn't have to be told twice. I used three fingers to gather a nice
wad from my spunked up hole and lathered it onto his. I got another glob
from the same place and coated my cock and set the pointed end of my
achingly hard pecker to his pucker. He looked at me and nodded as I began
to penetrate him. He obviously wanted it hard because he shoved his ass
back into my groin and my fuck stick went rocketing into him balls deep.

    "FUUUUCK!" he yelled, "It hurts so good! FUCK ME MAN! FUCK ME HARD!"

    I hammered his ass with my yearning cock even harder and faster than he
had done me. I set up an amazing pace and just looked at him as he writhed
under me in full blown ecstasy from the butt banging he was getting. My
sweat dripped onto his face and he caught what he could of it with his
tongue and gave into my barbaric fuck. His cock began to rise from his
crotch and after only two minutes of power fucking it was rock hard again
and bouncing on his abs. He lifted his legs, grabbed his calves in both
hands and spread into an almost full split giving me ever greater access to
drive my rampant rod up his chute. He was so hot and sexy that my dick
began to thrum with impending orgasm.

    "OH FUCK!" I cried out, "I'm sorry Brody, I'm going to blow!"

    "Go for it Mike!" he urged me, "You can give me a long fuck later
man. I wanna feel your cream leakin' out my ass when I fuck you again. Goo
me up man. FUCK IT IN ME!"

   His sexy trash talk was all it took for me to go past the point of no
return. I pump hard and jetted my hot sperm into his bubble butt. He
tightened his sphincter to milk me thoroughly. I plunged into him over and
over coating his insides with my milky juices. I felt my balls relax and
slowly go slack as I short fucked the last drops in him. I collapsed over
him and he wrapped his arms and legs around me and started kissing my neck
and face.

    "Whew!" I said breathlessly, "That was great Brody. Your ass is
incredible man."

    "Look who's talkin'" he replied with a chuckle, "I've never been able
to let go and fuck like that before Mike. It was the best time I've ever
had. Can I do it again?"

    "Now?" I asked him feeling his hard rod jump on our stomachs between
us.

    "Yeah?" he asked sheepishly, "You're so fuckin' hot Mike. I'll make it
quick man. I just need to have it again. It was so raunchy hot."

    I grinned at him and bucked my cock out of his ass while he waited on
my answer. I had been impressed by the limber way he had spread his legs
for me and I wanted to return the favor so to speak. I lifted my hips and
spread them wide into a full horizontal split. My years of Tai Quon Do had
made me as flexible as a wire stick figure. I pulled on his shoulders and
slid up until his hard fuck pole jerked up between my cheeks and maneuvered
my ass back and worked it on his cock head. When I felt the big wide glans
against my hole I shoved back and took it all the way. I let out another
moan of wanton pleasure as the big head slid over my feel good bump. Brody
stared at me in amazement.

    "Screw my ass Brody," I told him and rolled us over to leave him over
me propped on his arms with my legs spread wide and his monster prick
planted deep in me, "Go ahead. What are you waiting for?"

    "Goddamn Mike!" he exclaimed as he rushed to pummel my hole.

    He was quick this time. He didn't fuck me for more than a couple of
minutes before his eyes squeezed shut and he reloaded my ass. His pubic
bone once again jerked against my anal ring as he delivered his seed into
me.

    "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he cried out in orgasmic carnal pleasure.

    He fell on top of me and I wrapped myself around him like he had done
to me. This time though, I sought his mouth with mine and engaged him in a
long sensual kiss as he caught his breath from his exertions. I let him
breathe through my passages as I explored his mouth. His spent cock did go
down this time and it left my hole with a quiet sloppy plop. The cowboy had
really spermed me up good. His stamina was amazing. If all bull riders were
like him then there were a lot of worn out happy holes in cowboy country.

    "Can I lick it out of you?" He asked me out of the blue.

    I squirmed under him and rolled over lifting my ass up against his
crotch. He rushed to back up and pressed his face into my crack with his
tongue already full extended seeking his freshly fucked load in my
ass. Brody wasn't just a fantastic versatile fuck, he was a true cum
junky. When he finished sucking as much of his sperm from my ass as he
could get, he turned over and had me fuck his face until I shot my wad down
his throat.

    We were both pretty exhausted by this point and crawled into each
other's arms. We held each other and just enjoyed the afterglow of a round
of hot unbridled sex. As we started to doze off I remembered something he
had said.

    "I thought your bed was for sleeping," I said to him.

    "If you're up to toting me there then go for it." He told me with a
sleepy chuckle.

    I just rolled him on his side and spooned up tight against him and let
my mind drop off to sleep. Before I fully drifted away, I heard a soft
snore coming from him. I giggled in my head with the realization that he
wasn't perfect after all, but damn close to it.

    I woke up cum crusty to the sound of a knock on the door and a female
voice.

    "Housekeeping," the voice said from the other side of the door.

    "Just a sec!" I hollered back waking Brody.

    "I'll get it," I told him relieving his just awakened panic stare.

    I jumped out of bed and went to the door in my all and all and opened
it a crack. A housekeeper in tidy uniform peered at my face from the other
side. She was looking at me awaiting a response.

    "I think I'm going to sleep in today," I told her, "My room can wait
until tomorrow."

    "Fine sir," she responded, "If you do need extra towels or anything
else you can just call housekeeping anytime day or night. Just press 4 on
your room phone."

    "Thank you," I said and shut the door making sure to throw the security
latch and deadbolt this time.

    I rushed through the adjoining room doors and gathered up our clothes
in the entry way just as a knock came on Brody's door. I checked his jeans
pocket and found his key card. Knowing all was okay now, I went back into
my room and pulled the connecting door on his side shut hearing the click
as the door latch fell into place in the door plate. I didn't answer the
second knock or the call of "Housekeeping" this time. I figured she could
clean up in Brody's room since he was here with me.

    "You're a quick waker upper," Brody said as he sat up in the bed
stretching and yawning.

    "And I thought you cowboys were rise at the break of dawn types," I
responded and tossed him my jockstrap, "How about a shower and then go for
breakfast stud?"

    "We are when we haven't been screwed to the moon and back, but how's
about a shower, room service, and some more of your fine ass fuckin'?" he
countered and put my jock to his face and taking a deep inhale of the
pouch.

    He wasn't checking it to see if it was clean enough to re-wear, he was
raunchily sampling the combined male musk of our crotches. I laughed,
jumped on the bed, and joined him breathing back and forth with the
supporter's pouch between our faces. It was erotic as hell.

    "We still have to put on something when room service arrives," I told
him.

    "Will this jockstrap do?" he asked me teasingly.

    "Not for both of us," I said with a laugh.

    I called room service and ordered a big selection of breakfast food
items along with a pot of coffee, a pitcher of orange juice, and two bloody
marys. I grabbed a couple of pairs of athletic shorts, two t-shirts, and
another jock from my bag and took them into the bathroom and set them on
the counter, I then joined Brody in the shower that he had already started.

    He wanted to play, but I knew we didn't have the time. In fact he had
just stepped into a jock (he chose the used one) when the knock on our door
followed by the call of "Room service" came.

    "Be right there," Brody called out as he hurriedly donned the white
nylon shorts.

    "Just sign my name and add a tip," I told him as I rushed to finish my
shower, "It's my day to pay, remember?"

    "Okay," he answered and then asked, "What's your last name Mike?"

    "Greene with an `e'," I told him quickly.

    Brody didn't bother with putting on anything else or shutting the
bathroom door for that matter. He just went to the room door, looked
through the peephole and then opened it wide. I saw a dining cart roll by
through the clear glass of the shower being pushed by a fairly young
attractive guy with red hair in a hotel uniform. He took a quick look at me
through the bathroom door and did a double take as he wheeled the cart
past. I heard the room door shut and Brody followed behind him giving me a
wink in passing.

    "Will that be all sir?" I heard the young man ask as I turned off the
shower, opened the stall door and grabbed a towel.

    "I can't thinka anything else," Brody answered, "Can you?"

    "Uh..." I heard the guy stammer.

    I could imagine the look on his face as I dried off hurriedly. I could
see in the mirror on the bathroom door Brody facing him wearing just those
loose mesh shorts, his muscles gleaming clean, a few droplets of water
shining in the golden hair of his vee-shaped chest, and his beguiling smile
aimed at the bellhop. I could only see the back of the young man, but he
had a very nice tight ass hugged closely by his uniform pants.

    "Yeah?" Brody prompted him.

    "I... I could pour your coffee for you... sir," he finally managed to
say.

    "That'd be a right nice start," the cowboy said flirting outrageously
and then called out, "You want coffee Mike?"

    "Hell yes!" I called back as I dried my left foot off and finished,
"One sugar only."

    The young hotel employee turned at the sound of my voice and got an
eyeful in the reflection. Throwing caution to the wind, I tossed my towel
over my shoulder, grabbed the other strap and the red pair of shorts and
sauntered out into the room in my birthday suit. The guy had already seen
about all there was to see anyway. I might as well go along with Brody's
advances and see how the bellhop reacted to my casual nudity.

    Brody's eyes and smile widened as I entered the room. The room service
employee had stepped to the side of his cart and started pouring coffee
while he kept darting his eyes at me. Most of the time he was giving my
crotch and my hanging meat a good going over. Brody saw what got his
attention and eased his hand down in his shorts to nonchalantly adjust his
package in my double used jockstrap. The guy took an interest in that too.

    "How do you want yours sir?" he asked the hairy blonde cowboy as he
watched his hand move in the shorts.

    "I like it all kindsa ways man," Brody responded still keeping his hand
in the shorts and blatantly groping himself, "But make my coffee black."

    As he poured the straight up cup of aromatic brew, I got his attention
back by bending over to put on my jock. This one was a standard wide band
white supporter. As I lowered it to step into it, I turned to give the guy
a look at my ass. I didn't get to see his reaction but Brody's chuckle let
me know that the bellhop had had one. I stood up and ran my hands around
the straps getting them comfortably in place, turned back around, and held
my hand out for my coffee. The guy's eyes were bugging a bit and his mouth
was hanging open. His face was starting to turn red.

    "Hey, it's all good fella," Brody said noticing the young man's
discomfort, "If we didn't want you lookin' then we wouldn't be puttin' on a
show for you. I just liked what I saw through the peephole and wanted to
flirt with you man. You're a hot little number bucko. Apparently Mike here
thinks so too."

    The guy who wasn't as little as Brody's comment, being around 5'8",
smiled coyly, the blush left his face. He handed me my cup and then the
other one to Brody. He still remained silent though he didn't hesitate to
look us both over appraisingly. After a few back and forth inspections of
both of us as we sipped our coffee and just watched him, he turned to the
desk on the wall beside him and picked up the hotel advertising pen there
and wrote on the notepad beside it.

    "I've got to get back to work now guys," he said as he wrote, "But
here's my cell number. I get off at noon."

    He stood up from writing and handed me the slip of paper making sure to
take a good long look at my jocked package and my eyes. As I took the note
from him, Brody stepped up behind him and grabbed his other hand. The
cowboy moved the bellhop's hand down to my pouch and covered it, letting
the guy get a good feel of what was there. I started to bone up and the
young man grinned as he got a good feel of my cock and balls.

    "Why don't you just come back here after you get off work?" I asked
him, "We'll be here."

    "12:30 okay?" he asked letting go of my junk reluctantly and sliding
past me headed for the door, "I have to change into my regulars clothes
before I leave work."

    "Half past noon it is," I said giving him a smile, "Oh and..., what's
your name sexy?"

    "Dylan," He answered me pausing with the room door half open and added,
"But if you need room service again ask for Red. That's what they call me
here even though I prefer Dylan. I'm here every day from 4am until noon
except Wednesdays and Thursdays."

    "Great, I'll do that," I told him, "And Dylan?"

    "Yes sir?" he responded.

    "You can leave off the sir stuff Dylan. I'm Mike and this is Brody," I
told him, "I can't wait to see your reaction when you get a feel of what
Brody has between his legs."

    "You two are just too fucking hot!" he said back to me as he left.

    "Maybe he likes the `sir' stuff," Brody said to me with a laugh as he
wrapped his muscular arms around me from behind.

    "You are one insatiable horndog Brody," A told him as I ran my hands
across his encircling gilt haired arms.

    "Yeah? Well I'm not the one that walked out buck nekkid," he retorted
as he let me go to turn around and start dishing up a plate of food from
the cart, "You're the one that said we needed to be dressed."

    "You set me up," I replied as he handed me the plate and started one
for himself.

    "You complainin'?" he asked mischievously.

    "Yeah, I am, but only because I didn't get the chance to do it to you."

    "So make sure you get your hot tight ass out of the shower first next
time," he said laughing along with me, "If you saw something like that
through the peephole, what would you have done?"

    "Probably not as good as you," I said sincerely and sat down on the
edge of the bed to start eating.

    "You wouldn't have to make the effort Mike," he said joining me, "You
have those awesome eyes that do all the work for you. Did you see how he
looked at you?"

    "I appreciate it Brody," I told him, "But he gave you the same
treatment."

    "You think his cock nest is as flamin' red as his hair?" he asked me.

    "I don't know stud, but I'm sure looking forward to finding out."

TO BE CONTINUED

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