Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1999 14:35:14 CST
From: jtoute@hotmail.com
Subject: Story: "Room 209 Ch. 5" (Mast) (t/t)

Room 209
Chapter 5

Friday just zoomed by. I worked like a demon with Jackie and I
finished my work in record time. I was able to visit the barbers
and I went into town to get a new shirt and a tie - Stratford was
pretty dressy and at Oxford I was not known as a natty dresser.
Anyway, I wanted to look a bit special for this occasion with
Jonathan. In fact I forgot all about Room 209 and its magical
mirror where Simon (Jonathan's brother and his pal), were now
staying. Saturday would have been as easy day for me but when I
arrived to change into my uniform, Mark came bounding in with
the glad tidings that Jackie had phoned in sick. Just my luck! Of
all the days when I wanted to get finished early and prepare for
the evening I would have to do the 2nd floor cleaning and
changing of the beds all by myself. Bugger!
So I did the best I could, thankful that only a few people were
leaving and a few beds needed to be changed. Without really
thinking I knocked on 204 - and entered when there was no reply.
It was nearly 11am by this time and rarely were guests around. I
suddenly stopped in my tracks for this was Jonathan's new room!
He was out and so without Jackie bustling me along I had some
time to explore my idol's room. First of all I looked under the bed
to see if the porn mag was there. It wasn't. I also looked to see if
there was the handkerchief - no! This was turning out to be so
mundane. However, as I smoothed the sheets and tucked them in
under the mattress I felt something damp. I pulled out the bottom
sheet to see quite a damp patch spread around. I blushed as the
thought came to me that Jonathan had fucked the bed. Sure
enough, I smelt the sheet and the freshness of the linen was
mingled with the unmistakable pungency of cum. I knelt by the
bed and imagined the scene. I spread my arms on the bed and
gently pushed my hardon against the mattress as my mind went
wild with desire to have seen such a spectacle. With the first fuck
still clear in my mind I secretly wished that I might have been a
substitute for the mattress. I remained on my knees for quite
sometime as I slowly ground my crotch against the hardness of the
bed. The urge to do the same as Jonathan became overwhelming. I
glanced up the bed and saw neatly laid beside the pillow, his
pyjama bottoms. I reached for them and laid them down in front of
me and I gently rubbed my hands over the front of them , all the
time imagining that lovely cock which had given me so much
pleasure some days before. Jonathan either was careless in
catching his cum when he wanked or he had a multitude of wet
dreams because there were quite a few patches of starched cum
dotted around. The inside of them when I peeled back the fly hole
had one or two patches which glistened with reasonably new cum.
I was growing frantic with longing to be again with Jonathan. I
touched the little patches gently with my index finger and slowly
rubbed my finger around them, all the time pushing more strongly
against the bed. I saw visions of intense sex between us and before
I gave it another thought I undid my black uniform trousers and
slid them along with my boxers, down my thighs. I moved back
from the bed a little and with both my hands guided the cock-head
into the crack between the mattress and the base of the bed,  just at
the position where Jonathan had knelt before. The sheet and the
base of the bed, although quite smooth, seem really rough on my
glands. I slid ever so slowly in and out and the sensation of slowly
drawing the length of my cock out from under the weight of the
mattress was an utter delight and before long I realised that I was
not very far off from my orgasm. It was almost like a torture to go
in and out and after thrusting my length into the interior of the
crack I fell onto the top of the mattress and the added weight of
my body firmly trapped my love machine and the tiniest of hip
movements began to bring on the delicious sensation of this
bed-fuck. I felt the warmth of my cum ooze all around the head of
my cock - the foreskin completely peeled back due to the
roughness of the bed. As I flopped motionless on Jonathan's bed
the slightest movement of my body sent such sensations through
the end of my cock. The wetness of my cum mingling for a
second time with that of Jonathan's made the moment almost
unbearably beautiful. As my cock began to go down ,I had to lift
the mattress up to free it. The sensitivity was mind-blowing. I
remember doing it in the bed like this before, but then I had
wrapped some plastic around my cock to ease the painful nature
of wanking like this. But this was the first time that I had gone all
the way without some protection.
I refolded his pyjamas and finished making the bed. I tied up and
closed his wardrobe door. But just before it clicked shut I just
caught a glimpse of something unusual, and I saw just the very
small tip of something sticking out from under a small pile of
clean shirts. I lifted the bottom shirt and found the end of a KY
tube! I pulled it out and my breath stopped as I saw that the tube
was three parts empty! This was a turn-up for the books. I put it
back and made everything look tidy and untouched and closed the
door. I hoped that I was not on a time and motion study - if so, I
would have made new records for doing out a room! As I did the
next couple of rooms my cock was still leaking cum and was
making me feel just that little bit uncomfortable. It always does
this too me, and sometimes when I had had a wank at school in
the toilets, I would still get a tell-tale wet patch in my school
trousers, no matter how well I cleaned up. I sometimes used to
stuff a tissue in my pants but that was a bit embarrassing as it
enlarged my bulge and occasionally rekindled my horny feelings
in class.
The last room was 209 in the corridor and after that I was
finished, thank God. I wondered what evidence Jonathan's brother
and his friend had left behind. Had they had another steamy time
with the beer bottles? Perhaps! All looked pretty straight except
for the odd sock and a T shirt lying on the floor behind a chair.
There were no empty beer bottles today so I imagined that life had
calmed down a little for these youngsters. However, when I was
replenishing the Shampoo and Body Lotion tubes I found both of
the lotions were empty! Well, I then did begin to imagine some
more hot bathroom wanking such as Mark and I had witnessed
through the double mirror. I vowed that sometime I would have to
return to the store room and see for myself. Secretly I did not want
Mark to come with me but as he had a key and I didn't, I
wondered how I could manage it. Then it struck me! I had been
given Jackie's key and so on her bunch of hotel keys was the key
to my window seat for the dramas in 209's bathroom. I slipped it
off the key ring before giving back the bunch to Jennifer, the Head
Receptionist. I went home and prepared for the evening when
Jonathan's parents were picking us up from the Hotel at 5pm.
I couldn't believe the transformation in Jonathan when he cycled
up to the hotel. he was waiting nonchalantly by the main entrance
to the hotel foyer. He had been to the hairdressers and his cut was
alarmingly beautiful. He was really smart and he reassured me
with a great beaming smile. His parents soon appeared at the door
with their new Volvo estate and off we sped down the M69
towards Coventry, the Warwick by-pass and to Stratford. It was a
gloriously warm summer's evening and the place was crowded
with tourists. We got caught in a small traffic jamb but I didn't
mind at all. We had splendid conversation and in fact I found
Jonathan's parents quite relaxing and not at all stuck-up. They
were both lawyers and seemed to enjoy a pretty cool life-style. I
sat in the front and Jonathan joined his mother in the back. We
parked near the river and Jonathan and I got out and made our
way across to the red-bricked theatre. many people in all their
glamour were converging on this most famous of theatres. I just
felt that this was the best night of my life.
We met up with Jonathan's friend Dominic from school. And hear
was another wildly beautiful oil painting. Almost black hair, quite
long and so beautifully spoken. His voice was so confident it sent
shivers down my back to think that someone so young should be
so assured. He too was 16 like Jonathan and a scholar at the
school where they went. They sat together and I felt a bit like a
gooseberry. I tried to look for any signs of intimacy between them
- but none showed. They were full of `in' bits of gossip from
school and the laughed at frequent intervals before the start of the
play. They even held some deep involved conversations about the
production during the interval. These were too really erudite guys
- even outclassing one or two folk who I knew at Oxford. 
But on the way home when Jonathan's parents pick us up we two
sat on the back seat. Mrs Wheeler was in the front and she and her
husband had much legal stuff to discuss. Jonathan and I talked a
little and quite out of the blue Jonathan put his hand on mine
which was resting on the seat between us. I froze. Then when I
knew that he meant it to be there, I spread my fingers out in a fan
and his slipped between and he pulled his fingers up to hold mine
tight. I glanced his way and he gave the simplest of smiles. After
some minutes of silence between us - Mr Wheeler, I seem to
remember, commented on the quietness of the back seat! We
made a feeble excuse in our own way about bathing in the
language of the Bard and hoped that secretly and silently we could
experience the bonding of our fingers. I moved my hands and
began slowly to explore each of Jonathan's fingers. I even grew
bolder and curling my thumb and first finger to form a circle, I
gently wanked his thumb. He laughed a little and as we hit the
street lights of the M69 junction I was able to see his erection
firmly tenting his trousers. Before long we were back at the hotel
and covering up our fronts with our jackets, we got out of the car
and made our way into the hotel. I was asked if I would have a
night-cap with them. Of course! Jonathan and I were casting full
glances into each other's eyes. I was becoming so entirely
flustered and silly. I excused myself while I went to see if Mark
was on duty. Yes! He was there behind the desk. He would be on
duty for another two or three hours at least - the worst shift of the
day. As I was returning to the bar, Jonathan caught my arm and he
said quite quickly "My room?". I didn't really know if it was a
question or a demand. Anyway, there was no time for an answer
as he proudly entered the bar and told his parents that he was off
to bed. I thought it best to offer again my profuse thanks for the
seat and opportunity of getting to Stratford. And the two of us shot
into the lift and crashed out on the 2nd floor. We just looked at
each other as the lift went swiftly up. After looking down the
corridor for a clear exit we went down to Jonathan's room. He
opened and let me go first. Neither of us put the light on - there
was just a suggestion coming through the window from the lights
around the outside of the hotel. I just stood in the room with
Jonathan in front of me. I put out my arms to embrace him, but he
took hold of my right hand and extended my first finger. He
positioned the tip of it on his forehead and deliberately began to
draw it down between his eyes. I felt the softness of his eye brows
as it brushed past. Slowly down his nose and then to the top of his
upper lip. He opened his mouth as my finger was gently inserted
and his tongue wrapped incessantly around my finger. It was a
insane feeling! After quite a time of him exploring my finger in
this way he drew it out and I felt the contours of his chin - then his
neck and the hump of his tie in his shirt collar. Still so slowly I
felt my finger catch on each of his shirt buttons as he guided my
willing hand further and further down his body. My breathing was
becoming heavier as I knew what and where I was going. The
slowness coupled to the temptation just to get there faster was
hard to resist. Eventually, we paid a little stop at his belly button.
My finger was guided through the front of his shirt and circled his
hole until he gently insert my finger in and out of it. And then the
journey continued. Gently we went over the top of his trousers and
immediately I came to the top of his cock. Jonathan pressed my
finger against the head and I knew that I was rubbing his little
valley between his glands. He was breathing most erratically as
my finger travelled the length of his cock and into the softness of
his scrotum. Bending down a little Jonathan pushed the whole of
my hand between my legs and shut them hard. I could feel the
base of his cock as he squeezed in little jerks on my hand. I
instinctively reached through even further as I was able to find his
bottom with my longest finger. I gently rubbed and he began to
groan and squirm in delicious pleasure. All the time I had almost
cum in my trousers. The excitement was almost too much to bear.
Little by little we moved to the bed and Jonathan fell on top of me
- my hand still lodged between his legs and massaging his arse
hole. Then he slid off me and then undid my shoes and removed
my socks and then he moved upwards and began to find my tie.
He undid it and slipped it off. He started with my top shirt button
and gradually worked his way to the bottom, I lifted myself off
the bed and he removed the shirt completely. I fell back and
shivered with the expectancy of what eventually would happen.
There was the giving of the top of my trousers as the button was
released. There was the vibration of the zip being pulled down
directly on top of my shaft. I raise my buttocks and off came the
trousers. Gently my pants were pulled - all the time Jonathan not
at any time touching my cock. It was so hard it was actually
aching after all this time. Again I raised myself and off came the
pants. I was now entirely naked and at his pleasure. There was
some rustling and I saw in the gentle light of the room Jonathan
taking off his clothes. Jonathan took my legs and turned me so that
my feet now rested on the floor and my body lying on the bed. He
stooped between my legs and push them wide apart. He took the
ends of his fingers and positioning them on my knees slowly and
quite hard drew the nails up the inside of my thighs to just below
my balls. I remember my cock jumping and pumping while he did
this quite a few times. I was in another world. I was out of this
world! I groaned and I writhed in the mad hope that somehow he
would touch my cock. But no! I was fit to burst when all at once
he buried his face into the base of my cock and following the shaft
allowed his lips to enfold my cock-head. My yell of delight must
have been heard rooms away. This was unutterable pleasure!
Never before had I had a lip anywhere near this holy of holies and
I realised what I had missed through my teenage years. By hips
began to meet the gentle licking and sucking that was being
lavished on my cock and I drew very close to spilling everything
into Jonathan's mouth. It did flash into my mind if he knew the
consequences of such actions. But just then he stopped and he
whispered into my ear. "Don't cum - I want it to be at the same
time with you." "I'll try" I replied in as least a husky voice as
possible. The emotion of the moment had affected me. "But I
want you do cum in me. Would you?" he said ever so shyly.
"Okay, but I am not far off cumming already" "Hang on!"
Jonathan urged and he jumped off the bed and went to his
wardrobe. He came back and brought the tube of KY! "What's
this?" I said innocently. "Just something I use when I wank
sometimes. A boy at school showed me how to use a finger in my
arse when I wank and put things up to make a better one. It helps
the fingers go in. Try!" And so I Jonathan lay on his tummy while
I gently rubbed and cajoled his muscles to let my fingers travel
freely in. His hole was really quite large - in fact as he brought his
knees up to stick his arse up into the air I realised that I was able
to gently slide three fingers in, granted not so very far up, but
three nevertheless. Jonathan was to tell me later that at school he
had experimented with another guy to see what was the biggest
object that they could manage. It so happened to be the latest Deo
roll-on bottle of Lynx with the glass base and the longest had been
an 7" courgette from a greengrocer! Therefore, it was no wonder
that with ease I could make his opening so wonderfully wide. I
squeezed just a little on my cock to mingle with Jonathan's saliva
and my copious pre-cum, and he gently positioned himself on his
back and I stood by the bed. We had switched one bed-side light
on and as I blinked in the new brightness of the room I gulped at
the beauty of Jonathan's body beneath me. I took my cock and
began to rub the head in the ample lube at the entrance of his
gorgeous pink hole and without hardly a push he relaxed and the
head glid in. The warmth and the strength of the surrounding
muscles gripped and with my hand I slowly penetrated deeper and
deeper at each push from my body. Jonathan's cock had lost some
of its strength but now as he fondled it, it began to grow. As I
gently push I saw his cock twitch and muscles deep inside him
contracted around my own. I stopped when I found I had no more
cock to go and my balls were pushed hard against the arse-hole.
As Jonathan wanked quite hard to catch me up, the effects were
electrifying on mine buried nearly 7" in him. I put my hands under
each cheek and lifted him slightly up as he began to urge me to
"go for it". And I moved back and forth to gain momentum and
Jonathan rocked with me as I plunged in and out. The sound of his
dribbling cock with pre-cum being whacked by his right hand and
the slapping of my cock in his lubed passage, I was blowing my
mind. Jonathan let out a really long sound of pleasure mingled
with effort and as his crescendo reached its climax I reached mine
deep inside him. He felt it and the immediate response was for
him to explode his cum in great shots over his tummy. I felt
intense contractions on my cock and as I gently carried on
finishing my own orgasm Jonathan bucked and gasped as we both
experienced the most wonderful moment of our lives. Each
movement he made was utter indescribable pleasure.

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