Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2008 12:54:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: crumby2392@mypacks.net
Subject: Rico--III

Rico and I lay on the bed, our arms entwined, and dozed off.  We woke in
early evening, and talked a bit about dinner.  This restaurant was good,
that one was close, the other one used to have a hot waiter--let's have him
for dinner, etc.

We didn't come to a decision.  And part of the reason was that we simply
enjoy lying quietly like that and talking about, well, nothing of any
consequence.  The fact remained, we were hungry.

Talk of the hot waiter led to talk of the bellboys downstairs.  There was a
bald pudgy guy, who took my suitcase when I checked in.  There was a
clean-cut jock type, who barely noticed Rico when he walked by.  And if a
guy doesn't notice Rico, in my view, well, there's no hope.

And then there was Justin.  He had his name tag on his chest.  He had a
smile on his face.  And he noticed Rico--for sure.  You know how you catch
a guy--for a fleeting moment--with his eyes on your crotch?  Or on your
face, with a look of approval for just an instant?  Well, Rico caught that
with Justin.

It became clear to me that the electricity had gone both ways.

"He's got this great ass," Rico told me, "under those brown bellhop pants.
They fit tight in a certain way, tighter on the top than on the bottom of
the ass, you know?  The guy's got muscles."

"You mean like these muscles?"  I stroked them.  "Or these?  Or maybe
these."  And I stroked something which was certainly not a muscle.

Rico kissed me, then leaned over and tongued my soft cock, friendly more
than provocative.  I had acknowledged him, so he acknowledged me.  See what
I mean about Rico?  There's so much more that's great about him than his
body.

"Yeah, those muscles.  And these" This time he stroked my ass.  "And
these."  This was getting, um, out of hand.

"Hey," I said, "we gotta get some fuel some time".

"Umm," Rico replied.  Then, "Ummmmmmmmmmmm."  He had my dick in his mouth
this time, and was half-purring, half humming, and getting me aroused.  He
got me just about to that point where my dick takes over and my judgment
clouds.

But he knew what he was doing, and just before I started responding
seriously, he took his mouth off me, and said, "Yeah, you're right."

Fucker!

"Why don't we call room service?  Maybe we'll get Justin."  This was Rico's
sop to me, and of course I went along.

So we called up.  "Hello?  Who am I speaking to?"  It was Justin.  Yes!
"Could you bring us up the chicken salad sandwich, and..."  I gave Justin
the order, then added, "We'll be waiting for you up here.  We're kinda
hungry" Just in case he's susceptible to a subliminal message.  Just in
case...

So we lay back, watching the news on TV, with Rico's hand lightly resting
on my groin--light enough for me to maintain interest, not active enough
for me to require more attention.  It's one of Rico's skills to be able to
judge that level.

There's a knock on the door.  It's got to be Justin.  I get instantly hard
in Rico's hand.  He doesn't expect that--he turns and looks at me in
amazement.

This gives me an idea.  I whisper into his ear, "Rico, I want to see you
top this guy Justin."  Rico's eyes widen and he grins.  You see, he's
always played bottom to me.  We both like it that way.  Somehow, the idea
of watching his big stiff cock skewer the hot man behind the door is a
powerful aphrodisiac.

And Rico feels it too.  "Go get the door," he says, "and leave the rest to
me."

I get up, wrap a towel around my waist, and go to the door.  There's a
slight bulge in my towel--I'm still thick, but not still hard, from the
sex.  Rico can see everything from where he is.

Watch for the eyes!  Watch to see that flash between Justin's eyes and
something else!  That flash will tell you what to do, and give you the
timing.

I open the door and smile at Justin.  Justin's blue eyes look straight at
me.  I say, "I'm glad you could come so quickly.  We're getting pretty
hungry."  And I give Justin a look up and down, then definitely down.
Justin still doesn't quite know what it's all about--but he's certainly
interested in finding out.

"I'm glad you called when you did."  Justin's voice is tentative.  "It
wasn't all that busy downstairs."  He's well trained to say these things,
but he's not thinking about them.  He's thinking about just how low my
towel might get around my waist. He's thinking about what's making my towel
fold just like that, and if that fold moved, just a fraction of an inch, a
moment ago.

And then his eyes lock on something behind me.  It's gotta be Rico on the
bed.  What's going on?  Justin has brought a room service cart into the
room, and the door has closed.  I move to the side, so I can observe Justin
and see Rico at the same time.  Rico is sitting up in bed, a towel around
his waist, and his cock in plain sight, flopping out of the towel, the
purple head protruding.

Justin can't take his eyes off it.  He gets slightly red, tries to look up
at Rico's face, then looks back down, then up, then down, as he clumsily
opens the containers of food.  "Hey, lemme help you," Rico says.  Justin
doesn't know it, but Rico's eyes are shining in a particular way that I can
read.  Rico comes over to Justin, takes one of the metal covers and puts it
on a chair.  Then he reaches for another cover, pressing his groin against
Justin's pant leg.  Justin's hand has ended up right beside Rico's cock,
next to the towel

And Rico lets the towel drop.  He's nude now, right next to the beautiful
blond guy.  Justin has never seen anything like this.  He's taking in
Rico's body, he's getting flustered, he's getting hard.  How do we put him
at ease?

Rico knows.  "It's not busy downstairs.  Come sit down with me here.  Just
for a minute."  He takes Justin's hand.  Justin follows, hardly believing
that his fantasy about these two guys is actually being played out.

Rico and I continue the momentum.  We each sit on one side of Justin.  I
put my arm around his neck.  Rico massages his thigh, then his upper thigh,
then his inner thigh--it's all happening quickly--then his swollen crotch.
Justin is blushing, but doesn't protest, doesn't lift a finger.  I move in
and unbutton the jacket of his uniform.

Then Justin moves.  It's too late to protest, too late to pretend that he
doesn't want all this.  He unbuckles his belt, unzips his fly, pulls his
trousers down a bit.  He's still sitting down.  I get up, gently pull him
up, pull his pants down.  He's wearing tight black briefs, and his cockhead
is already peering up over the elastic.

"Lemme help you out," I say, and pull down the briefs.  His cock springs
straight up, and I take it in my mouth, nursing on the fat hot head, my
lips stroking the ridge.  He's thick and cut, and he's moaning.  Rico,
meanwhile, is cupping his balls, running his hands up into Justin's ass
crack, watching for a reaction.

And the reaction comes.  Justin leans his ass back, slightly parting the
cheeks of his ass.  Rico runs his finger up and into Justin's ass lips.
He's found the prostate, and Justin's cock twitches and leaks in my mouth.
I slowly ease my mouth off of him.  Don't want him to cum too fast--he
might bolt.

Justin moans and bucks his hips forward, seeking my hot mouth again.  But
I've stood up already, and Justin doesn't know what to do.  He's got this
hard cock, Rico is fingering his ass, he's trembling with lust.

I run my tongue along his pecs, feel his hard chest, feel his large dark
nipples stand up erect under my hand, then my lips.  Licking, tonguing,
sucking his nipples, I stay away from the main event.  Justin is going
crazy.  He toes off his shoes, his pants are off completely, and he climbs
on the bed--on hands and knees!

This boy knows what he wants.  His ass is swinging in the air.  Rico is
ready--he's slipped a condom on.  He takes his hard cock and swabs it up
and down Justin's ass crack.  I get on the bed, kneel in front of Justin,
and thrust my hard cock out towards his face.  Justin swallows the bait,
takes my cock in his mouth.  He knows what he's doing.  He sucks on my cock
like a pro, while offering his ass to Rico.

Rico is ready to take the plunge.  He pushes his thick cock against
Justin's rosebud, and Justin presses his torso back to meet Rico.  The
guy's ready for Rico--he's done this before.  Rico slips his thick hard
tool in, slowly sinking it into Justin's ass, shifting his weight from side
to side to pry open Justin's hole as he moves.

Rico is beautiful.  I've not seen him in this role before.  I watch his
face as he fucks, the studied enjoyment, the concentration on the pleasure
he's giving and getting.  I see none of that playfulness, that coyness,
that he has with me.  Rico, it turns out, is a serious fucker.  His moves
are smooth, sinking his big cock slowly into Justin's ass, long-dicking him
with a steady rhythm.  Justin is zoning out. His mouth is latched onto my
cock, his eyes closed, he's moaning.  Did he know that this delivery would
be full-service?

I suddenly want to get closer to Rico.  It's not jealousy--it's a need to
enjoy him in this new role.  So I remove my hard cock from Justin's mouth,
get off the bed, and creep up behind Rico.

His ass is magnificent, flexing and thrusting.  I could watch it forever.
I take my hand a lightly run it over his tan globes, without disturbing the
rhythm of the fuck.  I carefully run my hand closer to Rico's ass crack,
feel his pulsing asshole with one finger.

This has an immediate effect on Rico.  He thrusts harder, more forcefully,
into Justin's ass.  He leaves his cock in for an instant as he reaches
bottom.  His ass lips flutter, and I wiggle my finger just a bit.  Wham!
Wham!  Wham!  Rico's rhythm has changed.  He's adjusted to the new
sensation, holding his penis deep inside Justin at the bottom of each
stroke, just for that little bit of time.  He loves my finger there, and
has unerringly found a way to integrate it into the fuck.  With one hand
busy stimulating his asshole, I run the other lightly over Rico's firm ass
cheeks, then down to his balls, which are swaying beneath the two bodies
locked together.  I carefully heft Rico's balls, then feel for Justin's.
Justin has nice heavy balls, which I catch in my hand as they sway.  Then I
explore Justin's bursting cock, rock hard, and thick.  And leaking.  I
spread Justin's own precum on his cock and hold my fist around it.  Rico's
thrusting, and Justin's response, have the effect of making Justin fuck my
fist with his own cock.

We're all breathing hard now, and Justin is moaning continuously, a low,
almost melancholy sound, like a mantra of sex.  Rico is concentrating on
the fuck.  He's gone back to his pile driving, without that hesitation when
Justin's ass is filled with cock. It's harder for me to finger Rico, so I
stop.  Rico hardly notices--we're all pretty involved, too involved to
analyze the sensations or think of alternatives.

I move around to the front.  Justin has this far-gone look on his face.
He's red, his eyes are glazed with lust.  His mouth is open and his tongue
is waggling.  I take my cock and thrust it in front of his face.  Like a
calf to the teat, Justin cranes his neck a bit and takes me in his mouth.
Not all of me--he's too busy to concentrate on a deep-throat maneuver.  But
he sucking on the top third of my cock like it's the last one he'll ever
have in his mouth, and I'm thrusting and moaning myself.

What's that now?  I don't know how he's done it, but Justin has grabbed my
thighs, adjusting his torso so Rico gets at him from a different angle.
And it's the right angle--Justin's moans have become groans, and he's
jabbing his ass backwards against Rico's thrusts.  He needs a certain spot
stimulated--that particular spot that Rico is hitting now.  Justin's his
hands are reaching up the back of my thigh, running along my balls--which
are tight against my body by now--and feeling for my ass lips.

The guy has good instincts.  The stimulation of his finger on my ass pushes
me right over the edge.  I explode in Justin's mouth, my cream spilling
down his throat, overflowing his mouth.  I'm spasming hard, and somehow
there's a lot there--more than I would expect from having come twice
earlier in the day.  But the stimulation has been constant and strong, and
I fill Justin's mouth to overflowing.

This in turn triggers Justin's climax.  I've reached down and grabbed his
well-lubed cock, which spasms as soon as I grasp it.  Justin's not a
shooter--his cock leaks out the cum and heaves in my hand.  I milk him and
hold him while it shoots, then hold him some more as he goes limp in my
hand.  Like a good cocksucker, Justin does the same with my penis in his
mouth.

Rico's not done--but he's close.  He's thrusting wildly.  Justin has
climaxed, and is no longer rubbing his ass against Rico's cock, no longer
needing the stimulation of that sweet spot.

Rico senses this, and pulls his cock out, stroking it with his own hand.
Two, three strokes--and he shoots, hitting the wall next to the bed.
Justin and I are both agog, watching Rico's big dick shoot.  The cum shoots
out in thick ropes, five, six, seven spasms, each slightly weaker than the
one before.  Rico's eyes are shut, his head tilted upwards.

"What am I doing?" I think to myself: I suddenly realize that Rico needs to
be held.  I quickly get behind him, wrap my arms around him, feel his
chest, hold him and kiss and lick the back of his neck as he heaves his
last drops of passion onto the bedclothes.  I bend his body back towards
mine, holding him as he comes down from the high of the orgasm.

I'm concerned for Justin--we all need some loving after we've cum, and
Justin is now the odd man out.  I smile at him, reach one hand past Rico's
torso and grab Justin's leg--the nearest appendage.

Rico, having come down a bit, realizes what's needed here, and reaches out
to Justin, feeling his chest and holding his chin in one hand.  This has
taken all of 40 seconds or so, but timing is everything.

I pull Rico towards me, and we fall back on the bed.  Rico has taken
Justin's hand, and pulls him invitingly towards the two of us.  Now all
three are lying in bed, touching in various ways, feeling the after-sex
euphoria.  We're not talking.  We look at each other with darkly serious
expressions.  Something is about to get awkward.

Then Rico, ever sensitive, flashes a shy smile at me, then at Justin, and
we both reply with a smile.  This dispels the awkward moment, as we
silently acknowledge the enjoyment we've all felt.

A few more minutes pass, and Justin says, "I really have to get
downstairs".  We all know he's right, and we were all waiting for him to
say something like this.  Rico--wonderful man--kisses Justin's cheek and
pats his rump.  I do the same, then do it to Rico.  Justin gets up and
dresses.  But we don't.

Justin is fully dressed now, smoothing his brown uniform, straightening his
name tag.  He leaves the cart in the room--we have ordered food,
remember?--and smiles at us.

"You guys need anything else, just give a call."

"We will," says Rico, matter-of-factly.  He's not flirting now--Justin has
opened the door and anyone outside can hear (but not see) us.  But Rico's
words are just enough.

Justin closes the door.  Rico and I smile at each other.  I close my eyes
and nod off--I'm suddenly tired.  I have a quick dream of Rico and me in a
boat.  No, a bed, full of pillows.  Or is it feathers?  No, soap bubbles.
And we're touching gently.  Then I'm asleep.

* * *

Note: Truth in advertising: This last episode is fiction, but with real
characters.

If you travel a lot, you know that if you call for room service, you don't
often get Justin.  You get the bald pudgy guy.  Or you get a clean-cut guy
who could care less what's making that bulge in your towel.  Or you get the
cleaning lady who doesn't speak much English and just wants to get on with
her job.

Hey, it doesn't hurt to dream, does it?  And Rico and I dreamed this dream
together.