Date: 18 Jan 00 23:24:15 CST
From: Anonymous Guy <blacksocks@usa.net>
Subject: Duty Weekend - Chapter 1

      Usually, I hate this part of my job. I'm in hotel management and one
weekend every other month, it's my turn to be the weekend duty manager. The
thought of giving up my much-appreciated weekends to sit around on the off
chance that something may happen requiring a manager's input, just isn't
very appealing.  On this occasion, however, I was glad to get out of my
sweltering apartment. Chicago was going through a brutal heat wave and my
building's central air conditioning system just couldn't handle the
constant use anymore. A quiet weekend in a cool hotel room seemed just the
remedy.

     After the normal Friday workday ended, I checked myself into one of
the penthouse suites and was waiting for the elevator. Just as the door was
opening, I heard a booming voice.

     "Hold the elevator!"

     Into my sight came quite a vision. An older gentlemen, mid-forties
would be my guess. Short, almost buzzed-cut salt and pepper hair, cleft
chin, and what my friend Steve would call a "cock duster" mustache.  He was
very tall, with a perfectly proportioned body that he obviously kept in
shape. All of my high school coach fantasies came rushing back to me.

     "Out for a run?"

     Jeez, what a dumb thing for me to say. It was quite apparent that he
had been doing just that. He was sweating profusely, wearing a pair of
short nylon running shorts, tank top, white socks and running shoes.  His
entire masculine body was glistening with sweat. I wanted this man
desperately and came up with that stupid line as some excuse to start
talking to him.

     "Yeah, I can't believe how hot it is out there," he responded as he
reached and tapped the button for the 23rd floor.

     "Which floor?" he inquired.

     "Same." Damn, this is going to be a long weekend knowing that this
fine specimen of masculinity was going to be on the same floor . Could he
possibly be next door even? Well, I guess I'd find out shortly.

     The elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and a housekeeper walked on and
greeted me. I had asked her if the service elevator was out of service to
which she sheepishly looked away and apologized. The gentleman I was
sharing the elevator with looked a bit impatient as the elevator had only
went up one floor when the housekeeper exited. I apologized to the man and
told him how the staff was supposed to use the service elevator.

     "No, I'm sorry if I seem a bit impatient," he said. "It's just that
I'm supposed to be going out to dinner with some co-workers and just wanted
to get a couple of miles in before meeting them. I'm just running a bit
late."

     The elevator finally arrived and he reached into the waistband of his
shorts to extract his key card and went into his room. Alas, the answer to
my question. He was nowhere near my room. Oh well, probably would've driven
myself crazy knowing he was right next door to me anyway.

     I entered my suite and couldn't shake the image of that man from my
head. My mind reeled as I imagined all the things I wanted to do to him in
that elevator. His nylon shorts were rather loose, except for the important
area in front where a nice bulge was pushing against the fabric. I had
wanted so badly to drop to my knees and bury my face in that hot sweaty
bulge of his, running my hands up and down his large hairy thighs.

     He'd just lean his head back and groan, spreading his legs a bit to
give me better access. Pulling the loose leg of his shorts aside, I'd
almost cream my suit trousers at the sight of one of my favorite treasures.
This man was wearing a jockstrap. There's nothing finer than the sight of a
nice thick bulge trapped behind the mesh of a strap. Having just had a run
in this heat, that pouch was sure to be nice and damp too. The moisture not
only giving his pouch a manly aroma, but also aiding in the cotton/nylon
fabric of his strap becoming rather transparent. He's a rather large guy as
it is, not really needing the damp fabric to clearly outline his large
balls and thick meat.

     My mind was racing, as was the blood thorough my now completely hard
cock. The thought of chewing on that hot sweaty strap was more than I could
take. I unzipped my suit trousers to reveal my own jock strapped bulge,
rubbing my stiff cock through the fabric.

    Just then the phone rang and it was the Front Office manager telling me
he was leaving for the day. I was a bit disappointed that the phone call
had interrupted my fantasy, but I figured it was better this way anyway. I
love to get myself all hot and bothered throughout the day, only to retire
at the end of the night in a long slow jerk-off session, releasing the
tension that had built up numerous time throughout the day.

     I threw my stuff in the closet and decided to head down to get an
early dinner myself. As I was coming down the hallway, my heart started
racing as I saw my man waiting for the elevator. Here he was, looking like
a completely different person. Impeccably dressed in a stylish 3 piece suit
with beautiful Italian tassle loafers. I took note that his feet must have
been at least a size 15. They looked huge when you looked right at them,
but seeing he was at least 6'4", they seemed perfectly proportionate with
the rest of his frame.

     "I can tell that this isn't your job," he said. "but maybe you can
tell the maintenance guy that there is light out in my bathroom. I gathered
from that exchange with the housekeeper on the elevator that you obviously
work here."

     "No problem, do you mind if have a look to see exactly what kind of
bulb you need? All these rooms are a bit different and I figure I'll save
the engineer some time."

     The elevator had arrived and getting on he said, "Sure, go ahead. I'm
sure you have a master key." He grinned sheepishly and added as the
elevator doors were closing, "Just try to ignore what a slob I am."

     Here I was trembling at the thought of entering this stud's room.
Knowing full well that he was on his way out and wouldn't be back for some
time. I've often thought of "breaking in" to other hotel guest's rooms who
have caught my eye in the past, but never had for fear of losing my job.
But this was official hotel business..

     Trembling, I inserted my master key card into the slot and entered his
room. My cock had already sprung to full attention at just the thought of
what I was about to do. There, lying on the floor was the stud's running
gear. I bent down and pushed aside the damp tank top to see only his shoes
and socks underneath. Having a thing for socks as well, I picked up one of
those moist socks and brought it to my nose as I inhaled deeply. The aroma
was intoxicating. My head was spinning. I wasn't sure if it was the musky,
manly odor of his used athletic socks, or merely the fact that I was
inhaling so deeply and so frequently that I had begun to hyperventilate.

     After a few minutes of this erotic pleasure, I was curious as to where
the rest of his gear was. I glanced around the room and didn't see
anything. I opened his closet, with his socks still being held to my nose,
to see if perhaps had thrown them in there. Nothing. I went through his
bureau drawers to see if he was like me and just kept one drawer empty to
collect any used clothing throughout the stay. Although I was enthralled
with digging through his clean socks and underwear/jockstraps, I had a
mission. Alas, nothing!  Oh well, these used socks were pleasurable
enough. I figured I'd go and check out that light bulb in the bathroom and
try and decide if I could actually get away with swiping these socks for
later use.

     There, on the bathroom floor, I found what I had been searching for.
The navy blue nylon running shorts with that jockstrap sitting on top. I
reached down and lifted that delicious pouch. I just held it up for awhile
looking at it. One great thing about a recently worn jockstrap, especially
this particular brand, is that it has a tendency to hold its shape. I could
clearly imagine what his bulge looked like while still in these tight
confines.

     I thought I'd be able to hold back and save my load for a later
session, but I knew then that this wouldn't be possible. Unzipping my
trousers, I fished my hard cock from behind my restrictive pouch and
released my swollen member to where I could slowly stroke it as I enjoyed
the bounty before me.

    After just basking in the visual beauty of his jock, I brought it to my
face for a long, slow whiff. My cock reached it's all time hardness when a
very familiar odor hit me. Not only was this jockstrap filled with the male
scent of sweat, but there was a whole other masculine odor that was
definitely discernible. That wonderful, almost clean smelling scent of a
nice thick cum-wad.

     I tuned it inside out; and there, lying on the webbing, was an
unmistakable sight. A hot fresh load recently pumped into the pouch of the
jockstrap. He couldn't have cum in it while wearing it. It would've most
definitely been worked into the fabric. No, this was just kind of lying on
TOP of the fabric. Was he just jacking off and found this as a handy way to
catch his load so as to not make a mess? Or, did he find jockstraps as
arousing as I did? The fact that his clothes were in the bathroom, he could
have easily had shot his load into the toilet. Or, all over himself for
that matter, as he had also taken a shower.

     Whatever his reason, he had left me a gift and I wasn't about to
question it's sincerity! I brought that pouch to my nose and held it right
under to get a whiff of that hot load. There's something so incredibly hot
about the aromas our body produce and I couldn't get enough of this guys.

     Jacking my cock furiously now, I reached out my tongue until I felt
the tip dip into that puddle of this stud's seed. Just touching my tongue
to it brought on intense feeling in my body and I knew I was about to shoot
my load. Lapping up his thick, creamy load sent me over the edge and at the
last minute I brought his now clean pouch down to my dick and shot my load
where his once was, all the while savoring that wonderful juicy load in my
mouth before swallowing it down.

     Putting his jockstrap back where I had found it, I took note of the
burnt out lightbulb and beat a hasty retreat.

To be continued..