Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 22:18:30 -0000
From: m adams <a11900434@hotmail.com>
Subject: my bellman job

This story is a work of fiction featuring sexual acts between consenting
adults. If it is illegal in  your community to view such a story, leave now.
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When I was 17 I applied for and got a job as a bellman in a hotel in Los
Angeles. I worked part time hours, mostly in the evenings and on the
weekends. When I took the job I never realized the fun I would have or the
amazing amount of sex that I could have on a regular basis.

At that point in my life, just entering high school, I was ambiguous about
my sexual preference. If you pressed me on the topic I would say I was
straight, but most of my fantasies about women centered on them being fucked
by men, and, in hindsight, I realize I focused more on the dick than the
pussy. When I took the bellman job, it was to raise money for a car, not to
have sex. That aspect became an enjoyable fringe benefit.

I was excited coming home after that first day. I tried on the uniform at
home at eyed myself in the mirror. Black pants, that fit my ass very well,
showed enough package to require a second look. The starched white shirt
with an open collar was tucked at the sides to complement my tapered waist
and rapidly broadening shoulders.  Thank God I didn't have to wear those
silly hats that other hotel chains required. Without one, I could wear my
hair short and gelled as I preferred. All in all, my Greek heritage looked
damn good in the uniform. Family members said I had an uncanny resemblance
to Antonio Sabato.

I missed the first few opportunities for sex out of sheer naivete. When the
women flirted I just blushed and murmured a thank you. When the men flirted
I was clueless about how to respond anyway. So, it took an outright
proposition to get my attention. A businessman who had asked for help with
his luggage had chatted with me the entire way up to his room. I was
friendly and responded in kind. In his room, he handed me a $5 tip but
didn't let go right away when I tried to take it from his hand.

Looking me in the eye, he said, "I'll add a hundred to that if you let me
suck your dick."

Too surprised to immediately respond, I was silent. He thought I was
considering the offer and said, "You don't have to reciprocate. I'll do all
the work, no one will ever know."  His hand brushed my crotch and he moved
closer to me. He wasn't unattractive, probably in his late 20's, in good
shape, but just too forward for me at that moment. I dropped the tip, turned
and almost ran out of the room. Thankfully, he didn't choose to follow.

In the hallway I took the service elevator, my heart pounding. He hadn't
scared me so much as surprised me, and, strangely enough, my dick was up to
about 7" at the thought of what had just happened. I clocked out soon after,
and caught the bus home. I couldn't get to sleep, and only after jerking
off, thinking of that businessman getting sucked off by a waitress at the
hotel, did I finally fall asleep with the cum drying on an old t-shirt.

I was off for two days, and I guessed that the nameless cocksucker would
have checked out. During a break with a coworker, Dan, I asked about whether
he had ever been propositioned by a guest. He smiled, knowingly and said,
"Every once in a while. It's a fringe benefit that you should enjoy." Dan
seemed much more worldly about these things as he was a senior at UCLA, and
always had stories about his feminine conquests. His blond good looks and
athletic build made him a ringer for the all-American-boy title.

"Even if it's a guy?", I asked.

"Let me tell you something," he replied. "You'd think a mouth is a mouth,
but some of the best head I've had was from another guy at this hotel. They
seem to know what men like, not like women that you have to teach. Not only
that, but they usually let you come in their mouth, which is so much better
than having to finish a blow job by jerking off. "

My dick was getting hard again, and a sweeping glance at Dan's crotch showed
a bigger than usual bulge. He chuckled, and shrugged off the discomfort of
the moment. "Hey, its no big deal. Try it, you might like it," he suggested,
then turned and left the break room.

My curiosity piqued, but tempered by the demands of work, I returned to my
station at the front desk, and spent the next few hours, uneventfully
carting luggage, hailing cabs and answering phones. By mid evening I was
tapped lighly on the shoulder, and was surprised to see my anonymous
cocksucker standing awkwardly beside me.

"I owe you an apology," he began. "I startled you the other night, and was
worried about you. I'm sorry if you were offended."  He looked genuinely
concerned, his brow furrowed beneath  a head of soft looking brown hair. He
looked more relaxed tonight, wearing a pair of 501's, a white T, and a
leather bomber jacket. I smelled beer on his breath and cigarette smoke on
his clothes, so he must have just got in from happy hour at a local bar.

"No problem, sir. No offense taken. Just caught me by surprise, that's all,"
I gamely replied.

He smiled, stepped back and gave me an appraising look. "Well, the offer
still stands, if you're interested. I'll be in the rest of the night in room
503." Still smiling he turned and headed for the elevators.

You can probably guess that by 10pm, I had worked up enough nerve to knock
on his door, my heart racing and my balls tingling. He opened the door,
wearing the same outfit, sans jacket, and waved me into the room. I stood
awkwardly as he walked toward me, noticing how well built he really was. The
T shirt molded his chest perfectly and his arms were well veined and
muscular.

"You ready for that blow job now?", he asked.

I could only nod as my mouth was as dry as a stone.

He slowly dropped to his knees and gently pressed his nose and lips to my
crotch. He begin to kiss my rapidly growing bulge through my pants, and
nuzzled my balls with his nose. My head was spinning, but my cock knew what
to do, and it grew to it's full 8 1/2" height, straining at the top of my
BVD's.

My cocksucker, never taking his eyes from my crotch, slowly undid my belt
buckle, removed the clasp on my uniform pants and pulled my zipper down.
Using both of his hands, he gently pulled down the top of my underwear and
tucked it under my balls so that my dick and balls were now outside of my
pants.  A clear strand of precum, connected my stomach to the head of my
prick. I looked at my cocksucker's face, and saw his rapt attention and
slightly parted lips. I could only guess at his emotions, but I was never
more sure about my own. I wanted my dick sucked, and sucked now. I wanted to
push my dick into his mouth. I wanted to see his lips stretched around my
shaft. I wanted to experience coming in his mouth just like Dan had
described.

Pressing the base of my dick down so that it pointed straight at his lips, I
took a small step forward to bring the head of my cock into contact with his
lips. They parted slightly but not fully the way I wanted. I pushed harder
and they started to give. More pressure got the head just past his lips and
into the heat of his mouth. Finally he opened his jaws, and a steady thrust
from my hips got my dick all the way into his mouth.

The feeling was indescribable. Better than any lube I had ever used to
masturbate with. He was doing amazing things with his tounge to the
underside of my dick. He backed off of it and then slid back down the full
length, using every smooth surface in his mouth to give me pleasure. His
lips perfectly framed my dick. His mouth seemed to be created for it, and I
moaned with the pleasure of the moment. Up the length of the shaft again,
and down again, twisting his head slightly to get a new surface angle,
running his tounge over the veins and ridges that had only known my hand.
This would be the blow job against which I would forever compare all others.

My baser instincts began to take over. Some primal part of my brain knew how
to fuck, and it took over. My hands went to both sides of his head to hold
the fuck-hole still, and my hips took over the piston-like action. I was
oblivious to his need to breathe, swallow or adjust to a more comfortable
position. I just needed to cum in his mouth. It seemed like just a few
seconds, but several strokes later, the cum started to flow out of my nuts
and into my cock. The muscles that controlled my orgasm began to spasm and
an incredible feeling pulsed through my brain as I shot my cum into his
mouth. I was sensitive enough to pull out slightly to give my cum room to
flow into his mouth and not choke my cocksucker.

My breath heavy, I pulled out of his mouth and rested my cock-head on this
lips. He closed them, looked me in the eye, and swallowed my load. Opening
his lips again, he cleaned my cock of excess cum by gently licking it from
top to bottom.

I shuddered with post orgasmic pleasure, and told him to put it back where
he found it. Nodding, he gently placed my dick and balls back in my
underwear, zipped up my trousers, buckled my belt and stood up. His shirt
was soaked with sweat, and his 501's were bulging at the crotch. He pressed
it against me, and breathed a cum scented thanks into my ear. Nodding,
mutely, I headed for the door, and exited quickly, before he had a chance to
say anything else.

Once again in the service elevator, I was breathless. This time out of
exhilaration, not fear. What an incredible feeling that was. I wouldn't fear
that experience again! If that's what cocksuckers did, then more power to
them. The door opened to Dan's concerned face.

"Where have you been? We've been waiting for you to help some new guests."

"Just taking your advice", I replied. "I tried it, and, boy did I like it!"

And, it wasn't the last time.........