Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 12:04:34 EDT
From: LoveTV2@aol.com
Subject: Lingerie Lust Chap 3

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Chapter 3

Four hours later, Mike was toweling his hair dry after the shower he had
taken to clean up. After swimming in the hotel's pool, and a foolish but
needed dip in the Pacific, (which had been colder than hell this time of
year) Mike was covered in saline. Having checked out of his executive
suite, Mike Carson was no more a corporate dweeb. He had found a cottage
for the Memorial weekend (believe it or not!) along the Beach, just off
Highway 1 in South Laguna. The normal summer occupant of the cottage would
not be arriving until late Tuesday evening, and the Manager of the complex
knew that 'any rental is a rental.'  Mike had come up at the right moment,
and lucked out.  As Mike toweled his legs dry, he mused on the fact that
the Manager had seemed a bit too gay, and had looked over Mike's body very
obviously, as he was telling him about the small but attractively furnished
cottage he could rent him for the weekend. Mike just put it up to the crazy
southern California lack of inhibition, and thought no further of it,
though he had noticed a few more men eyeing him as he took his bags to the
room, before changing for the beach.

Now, stepping out of the shower, clean from the chlorine and the salt
water, Mike looked at himself in the full- length mirror. Continuing his
self-inspection, Mike turned to the outward, rather than the inward
person. He saw his body as if for the first time in years.

While he obviously was not 21 anymore, he still had a balanced torso- His
chest was smooth, broad, and, looking at his physique, Mike noticed that he
was just beginning to show that his pecs needed some serious
attention. Mike's hair was full, thick and dark auburn brown, cut for the
moment in a short, non-descript 'business cut.' When he was younger, he had
let his hair grow quite long, and its natural wave and thick, coarse
texture made him the envy of women everywhere, and drew looks of
astonishment from the hairdressers at the salon where he went. They had
never seen such beautiful hair.  Mike's face, now a bit dried by the sun,
had always barely showed any wrinkles at all. "Just lucky, I guess," was
his response to all his gay friends who had asked him why he stayed so
young-looking. He had just put on some moisturizer after showering, as he
normally never felt dry either on his body, or on his face.  Glancing again
in the mirror, he looked towards his midriff, and Mike saw that his waist
was just beginning to have the barest hint of a paunch. Looking lower, Mike
turned his body in the three way mirror, and saw that his legs, calves and
ass were long, strong and sexy, due to the fact that he really did like to
ride his 12-speed bike on a regular basis.  Mike had tried some amateur
bike races at one point in time, and had therefore shaved his legs once or
twice, convinced that such a move would 'enhance your speed,' as his coach
had told him. Well, it didn't make him come in first in the Alamos 50-mile
Amateur Bike Run, but it sure as hell felt sexy!  For a while anyway, until
the bristle began to come in...

Pretending to be a body builder, Mike proceeded to flex his arms.  'The
arms could use a lotta work,' he thought. As to his 'package,' Mike was
pretty much normal in that respect. His dick was uncut, and his balls were
of normal size.  He had never had any complaints from the men who had been
his bed partners, but he still would have liked to have more meat in his
crotch. As he fondled his dick, looking at himself in the mirror, he
sighed, "Oh well, at least it still works, or did the last time I had sex!"

At that moment, the door opened, and in walked a bell hop, bringing the
extra towels which Mike had requested over two hours ago. Mike turned, and
the bellboy smiled. There Mike was, totally in the nude, his dick starting
to get erect!  This prettyboy with pierced ears, and slacks that were a bit
too tight for regulation uniform for most hotel chains, closed the door,
and started towards Mr. Mike Carson.  "I'm sorry that I was so late in
bringing you your extra towels, sir,' the prettyboy said, as he dropped the
towels on the chair by the bathroom, 'but I see I came by just in time."
Mike was surprised and excited by this brazen display of sexual
come-on. Trouble was, he didn't know how to play the game. "Um, young
man,..." Mike started to say, but he was silenced as the boytoy slipped up
to him, putting his finger on Mike's lips. "No need to talk, or tell me
what you want, sir," the bellhop said, his voice dropping
seductively. 'Isn't it rather obvious?'

Mike noted the name tag on the uniform, as he took in the vision standing
before him. Mario. That was the name of the boy, who couldn't be more than
20- green eyes, dark lashes, almost black hair, smooth face, with a deep
color that came from being out in the sun as much as from the natural olive
complexion Mario's face and body showed, as the young boy took off his
jacket. Mario then peeled away his shirt, to show a nice hairy chest, which
made Mike's dick get hard. Mario looked up, and that one look exuded gay
lust. Mike noticed as the boy sank to his knees, licking his lips, that
Mario took what was going to happen, as if it were a common occurrence, and
not unusual. The thought of sucking a patron's dick, here, right in his
hotel room, was considered an usual event for an employee of the
hotel. 'Relax, baby,' Mario smiled, as he unrolled a condom onto Mike's now
fully engorged dick, 'Mario will make baby feel real good, si?'

Before Mike could answer, Mario had Mike's erect dick in his mouth, and
proceeded to deep-throat him. The kinkiness of the situation, and the
rippling sucking action Mike's dick head was receiving, told him that here
was a cocksucking master, a boytoy who loved mandick, and lots of it. All
thoughts of impropriety disappeared as knees got weak, and Mike let go and
felt how good it was to have a man suck him off once again... it had been
sooo long!  While Mario sucked and slurped with an urgency that made Mike
think this boy had not sucked anyone in months, Mario was just doing his
job.

"Oh, god, yess,' Mike moaned, as Mario, sucking in earnest now, deep-
throated his client. Mario loved this part of his job as much as the tips
he got from the management for servicing its guests. In this all- gay hotel
where he worked, it was a pleasure to suck a dick such as the one this
handsome man before him sported, nice and manageable, but sexy and horny
all the same.  It was a damn sight better than what he had had to do when
he first started, when he was the only one on night duty. It was then when
the trolls, old men, and toads came back to the hotel, empty handed from
the bars, and it had been Mario, who had to service as part of his employ,
these old and disgusting men. (often called at all hours of the night, when
he had worked the graveyard shift) These trolls often called him at the
switchboard, asking for 'towels' or some lame excuse, and he ended up being
in the sack with men who had let themselves go to pot. But not today! Not
this man he now sucked. He was buono!

Mario's dick grew, excited by the moans of the good-looking man before him,
and the precum from his trick's cock, which had finally began to flow,
tasting like a musky wine in his mouth. Revelling in his own need, Mario's
cocksucking had made his thick prick become cramped in his too-tight
slacks.  Mario worked with his free hand to get his nice, thick sausage out
of the briefs he had to wear, as part of his uniform. Damn, they were
confining, especially at moments like this. What was more, these briefs
continually aroused him as he walked around the halls of the hotel, for
they were little more than satin female undies, but it had been the
decision of the 'wife' of the owner, who was the featured drag act of the
Gay bar in the basement, that all 'her boys' were to be ready to service,
and feel sexy while doing so, the gay male clientele that had made this
resort on the Beach in Southern California the hot spot that it was.

So prospective employees to the Chaillot Beach Hotel, all young boys under
the age of 24, had to obey the wishes of 'Chanteuse,' the effeminate, cock
hungry, and bossy lover of Richard, the owner of Chaillot. For it had been
at 'her' insistence, pestering Dick, her well-hung lover, to outfit the
boys in this manner. So vindictive had she been, s/he had withheld sex from
Dick for a month, and it was only a matter of time until "Big Dick," as he
was known, had given in to 'her' demands. Dick loved what his lover did to
his huge dick, and he didn't want to lose Chanteuse.

Chanteuse was the person that had made red satin undies part of the
regulation uniform, along with the too-tight trousers for the males on
staff.  Dick, her lover, really liked the uniforms as well, to be
honest. He was the lover of a man who lived to dress in drag after all, and
his own taste in clothes was toward the kinky. A big man with lots of hair
on his chiseled body, and an almost 11" cock to boot, Dick liked his men in
denim, lingerie or leather- as long as it made them feel seductive, sexy,
and ready to pleasure him! Dick loved sex with young men, and often. Now
that Chanteuse was satisfied, s/he was willing to let her 'stallion' roam a
bit. Dick often got a chance with the 'boys' at the hotel, whenever
Chanteuse was either out of town touring, or just when she was being a
bitch, temporarily refusing Dick her sexual favors.

Dick, or Richard Mann as he was known to his family, was the Manager at the
front desk, when Mike Carson checked in.  "Obviously gay,' Dick realized,
'but naive," Dick thought this, when it became apparent that Mike had no
idea that he was checking into a gay-friendly hotel!

As the bellhop, Mario, continued to suck and slurp on the tool in his
mouth, Mario swished his panty-clad ass against his boots. To tell the
truth, Mario too had finally come to like the feel and swish of the femme
underwear he donned every day at work. In fact, some of Mario's co-workers
had come to like lingerie so much, and the pervasive sexual atmosphere of
the hotel, that they had been 'chosen' by Chanteuse, who lavished what she
called 'submissive sexual education,' (sessions in bed with Chanteuse, the
bitch,- and Dick, the darling!) and corresponding lessons in 'feminine
deportment.'  So completely did Chanteuse work her sexual seduction magic,
that any young man who liked to 'go deeper' into the fetish of satin and
silk, soon became addicted to it. Every one of these boytoys Chanteuse had
'taken under her wing,' had been transformed, feminized, sluttified- and
they all enjoyed it! These men soon were thinking of themselves as 'women',
and had become the 'female drag chorus' in the review, which was a
trademark of the hotel.  That added 'work responsibility' allowed these
young boys a 'lingerie clothes allowance' in addition to their pay as
well. The 'girls' took advantage of it, and soon had wardrobes bursting
with panties, garters, hose, bras, slips, teddies, negligees- all the
'necessary attire for a slut,' as Chanteuse termed it.

It also meant they had the privilege to dress in drag as often as they
wanted, when they were not on duty as bellhops, for their own sexual
pleasure, or for the pleasure of the guests in the hotel. Some of the
nicest macho guys Mario had started working with a year ago now were acting
more like women, than men. Almost all wore hose and garter under their
slacks, in addition to the mandatory panties. And many were on female
hormones, or had had injections of silicone, to enhance their breasts, all
with the supervision of Chanteuse, who loved her 'little sluts,' as she
called them. It had made the hotel quite famous within the gay culture, as
well as a tourist spot for some 'kinky straight men', who loved to see boys
becoming succulent, uninhibited, sluttish women, who longed to suck, fuck
and be used by men.

Mario's best friend, Chico, a nineteen year old from Sonora, Mexico, now
wanted to be called 'Chica,' and damn, if s/he was not a fucking hot slut
in drag! Mario had fucked with her many times since he had met 'him.'
Chico was a hopeless bottom sexually, and Mario liked his roomie's 'chulo'
from the first. But now, with the hormones and breast implants s/he had
received, "Chica," when having sex with Mario, (which had decreased to
about once a week, since Chico had started 'training' with Chanteuse) just
did not seem as interested in her roommate. Chica told Mario that of
course, s/he loved him as a sister loves a brother, but Chica wanted to
find a 'straight man' who would love her for herself, as a 'real woman.'
Chica was turning more and more female, more so each week than the time
before. Mario was a bit dismayed, but Chica loved it. She was soon to have
her operation, and would be a real woman, which had been the dream of her
life since she had gotten her cute ass fucked at age 11 by her cousin, a
soldier in the Mexican Army.  Mario was a 'good fuck,' but he was gay, and
Chica wanted a 'real man.'  Besides, Mario also liked to be the bottom as
well, and Chica couldn't (or wouldn't) do that anymore....

Mario was pissed off at first, but the free and frequent sex at the hotel
made up for his not humping his roommate, after 'she' had talked to him.
Mario did not think of himself as 'less than a man' though, for being
gay. He was a real 'uomo,' an Italian stallion. No hormones for him, that
was damn sure! He could see why his boyfriends, who were now his
'girlfriends,' wanted what Chanteuse had given them. And even Mario, a year
after starting at Hotel Chaillot, felt the need for silk and satin when
working, and even now, Mario cared not that he sashayed a bit more as he
walked than he had when he had started. Mario shared his room with Chica,
and he, at first for a lark, and later, to appease Chica, had come to wear
with some regularity, some of his roomie's negligees and teddies to bed,
when his pj's were dirty, or being washed. He couldn't deny that he liked
the feel and look of them on his hot body, and Chica certainly tried to
make Mario more 'Maria' when they had sex, even so far as to put makeup on
him, and call him by her pet name, "Puta.'  But off duty, Mario still much
preferred wearing nothing under his jeans, so that his short but thick
member could swing freely as he cruised the streets of Laguna on a Friday
or Saturday night.

Right now, however, the man he was servicing was getting close to his
orgasm.  Mario gripped his 5" dick, uncut and thick as a kielbasa, and
Mario started to stroke himself feverishly. This would be the first cum of
the day for Mario, and he wanted to time it with the orgasm of the guest in
Cottage 3. Mario always hoped, dreamed, fantasized that someday, one of
these rich bastards would make him their lover, so that he would never have
to work, but could attend Dramatic School, and become a famous Hollywood
actor.  But the majority of men with whom he had tricked, were either
married, closeted, or too ugly to even consider as possible lover material,
or at the very least, a man worthy of a long term affair. Still, the boyman
with the phenomenal sucking reflex hoped that once, just one of these
times, he would be lucky.

Mike's mind, meanwhile, and his libido as well, had been over-whelmed by
the brazenness of the bell boy. He had surrendered to the minis-trations of
this man with the vacuum mouth, and Mike, a bit worn out from two hours of
sun and playing in the surf, and the grueling week he had had, could barely
stand up any more! He looked down as Mario deep throated him, and stroked
his dick, which was oozing precum in a way that made Mike jealous, and
hungry. Mike hardly ever had any precum. Mike thought it was sexy when men
just dripped, like a woman's pussy dripped, as their lust became evident-
and Mike wanted so to taste that precum, to suck the boy in front of
him. But when Mike tried to move or touch Mario's dick, Mario shook his
head 'no,' and continued, with even greater urgency and force, never
letting his mouth leave Mike's cock, to seek to bring Mike to a climax. The
smell of gay sex, the feeling of exhaustion that swept over Mike, and the
forbiddenness of it all brought Mike to the edge. "Oh, shit, baby, gonna
cum!" Mike hissed. With that, Mario pushed Mike's buttocks toward his face,
and completely swallowed his cock, as his free hand became a blur on his
own cockmeat. Mario leaned back on his calves, his satin undies stroking
his cute tight ass, as the cuban heeled shoes gave him the look of wearing
'cum fuck me pumps.  "Unh, unh, unh," Mike grunted, as the inevitable
happened. His dick spurted into the rubber, and he felt the warm drip of
Mario's cum spattering on his legs, while the rush of his orgasm gave that
glorious feeling, over and over, fading as it just began to be most
intense. Mario himself pulled off of his trick, leaning back to enjoy his
own orgasm, lost in his gayboy lust, as the condom on Mike's satisfied dick
hung in the afternoon sunlight, filled with the load of manjuice. Mario
looked up at Mike, and smiled.

Mike, stunned by the intensity of that quickie, sank onto the edge of the
bed, exhasuted. "Did you like that, baby?' Mario beamed at Mike. "I am the
best cocksucker here at the hotel. I hope you liked it- we aim to please."
Mike could only mutter a feeble 'Yes, god yes,' before he began to lose
conscious-ness. "Close the door on your way out, ok?" Mike mumbled, as
Mario sought to get himself cleaned up, before leaving the bedroom. "No
problem, stud," Mario nodded. Mario often had this effect on men, and he
gently, sweetly pulled the satin sheet over Mike's naked body, after
removing all traces of his own cum from Mike's sexy legs, of course,
disposing of the full rubber in the wastebasket next to the bed.

"Sweet dreams, baby," Mario said, as he sashayed out into the hall, the red
satin undies gripping his well-used dick and hungry ass. 'Better drop in on
room 105,' he thought. That hunky leatherman who often came to the hotel
for some R&R had checked in an hour ago, and he had specifically requested
Mario to 'make up his room.' Mario felt a nice warm feeling in his ass, as
he walked down the hall, thinking of Butch, the stud who came here
regularly. "I wonder if Butch will want to fuck right away, or later this
evening?' Mario asked himself. Who cared?  He really did like this job!