It was 11:30 p.m. Friday night when Roger and Max arrived at the desk. They had just flown into Atlanta from Kansas City. I was working my normal midnight shift. As a Sophmore at Emory the weekend work schedule kept me freed up so I could at least get involved in some weekend activities.
Their flight from Kansas City had been delayed by storms in the Midwest. Though they were both tired from the long trip, they managed to be considerate and polite. I found this refreshing since most of the businessmen I encountered at this time of night were rude and demanding.
I smiled at them as they checked in. I had learned Southern hospitality growing up in my sheltered home. They both smiled warmly back at me; I knew they weren't from Chicago.
As we small talked together, I sensed some electricity in the air. There was some kind of spark between us; they were drawn to me as I was drawn to them. What struck me about the atmosphere, was the sexuality it exuded. Now I'm no rooky to sexuality. I have been fucking girls since puberty. But it has always been girls. As a matter of fact, I've popped my share of cherries.
Being a good student, I'd finished high school a year early. My parents reluctantly agreed to let their somewhat naive 16-year-old move to Atlanta. They felt a bit of safety since I was living in a dorm at Emory. My work at the hotel helped defray my school expenses. It was a nice place to work.
"Karl," Roger said, "we really appreciate your help. Max's suitcase missed the flight. It should arrive from the airline sometime tonight. They put it on the flight just after ours. If you would let me know when it arrives, I would really appreciate it." He had a really nice smile.
"I'd be happy to." I like these guys, I thought. I supplied both of them a key and wished them a good night.
As the the bell man walked the guys to the elevator I watched them in a way I have never watched men before. In the daze Max turned and caught me watching his butt. He gave me a knowing smile. I flushed.
What's wrong with me, I thought. I've never been titilated by a man dressed in a business suit. Here are two very ordinary guys, and they stir my groin.
Now I'm familiar with stirring, but never by a guy. I'd never had sex with a man, and never even thought I was interested. Not that i thought it was creepy, I just had never really thought much about it. Now I am good with women. Just this week I had fucked two different girls on campus. They were both seniors and I was very much attracted to them. They were turned on by having a then 17-year-old with a fairly nice cock servicing them. I'm gifted; I can cum over and over and bring a woman to multiple orgasms, filling their pussies as never before.
When their bags arrived at 6:00 a.m. I rang the bellman to take them up. But he never showed. When my replacement arrived, I was free to leave my post and enjoy the rest of the day. I decided to take the bags upstairs myself.
I was hesitant to wake the men up so I planned to just leave the bags at the door with a note. Somehow they must have heard the noise as I slipped the note under the door. When I stood to leave Max was peeking at me through the peephole. As I turned to walk up the hall Max opened the door, "Hey Karl, thanks for bringing my bag up. Do you have a second, I want to give you something."
I refused the tip, "It was my pleasure." I liked these guys and just wanted to do them a favor. They had a good attitude last night and this morning. I guess Roger and Max found my sincerity endearing.
"Well, at least come in and chat a little while." From the doorway, I noticed Roger's quizzical look at Max, and a quick wink they exchanged. I must admit it made me nervous, but it did not seem malicious at all.
When I entered the room I found the two wearing only the terry cloth robes provided by the hotel. I then noticed that only one of the two king-sized beds had been used. They didn't seem to fit the stereotype of gays, so I didn't think twice. "Oh, no big deal; they're good buddies," I thought.
Actually I had never really known any bi or gay guys. In fact, I never even jerked off with my buddies. I was always in school with guys a couple of years older and never developed really close friendships.
Somehow Max picked up on these things and was trying to subtly convey his wandering imagination to Roger. Roger, much less experienced in these things, seemed to be feeling a bit uncomfortable with my arrival. I later found out that Max and Roger had just recently began fooling around with each other. Max had told Roger that he had once been involved in a 3-way with two other married guys.
As I entered the room Max invited me to take a seat on the couch. "Hey, Karl, we were just planning to order some breakfast, would you like to join us?" Roger picked up the phone and ordered an array of breakfast food.
"I don't know guys, it's against hotel policy for me to fraternize with clients."
With that Max laughed. "Fraternize. We're just going to have some breakfast."
After I sat down Roger asked, "Karl, tell us about yourself. Where're you from?" As I proceeded to tell my story, Roger sat on end of the bed and Max sat down on a chair directly across from me. Just a few minutes into the story Max sat back and spread his legs. I felt like I did when I first watched "Basic Instinct" with my buddies. I missed a beat in my story and just stared. His dick was just dangling between his thighs. I couldn't have been distracted for as long as it seemed. When I looked up Max smiled at me. I blushed and saw Roger smiling as well. I really couldn't see much. The room was kind of dark and the angle wasn't that good, but I did see a nice size penis dangling down.
"Hey, let's see what's on the tube." Roger reached back and grabbed the remote from the middle of the bed. When he pressed the "on" button a sexual scene flashed on the Television screen. It was one of those 70s porn films, the guys with long sideburns and the girls with Farrah Fawcett hair. A young girl was going down on an older man. He had to be at least 40.
"Well that is entertaining," Max said.
"For whom," toned Roger.
"Fellas, this is pretty hot stuff," I added.
"Karl, you don't know what 'hot' is."
"What do you mean!?" Taken aback by Max's last statement, I went on to share my most recent sexual experiences with the upper class co-eds. As I told the story, I noticed movement between Max's legs. The erotic story was obviously having an erotic effect on him. My eyes not only strayed to, but stayed between Max's thighs. The more I stared, the more of the story I told, the larger the Max's penis grew. It was one good looking prick.
When I brought the story to its "climax," the spell was broken. I looked over to the bed, surprized to see Roger naked, stroking his little dick. It was hard, but just 5 inches in length. Though small, it had a nice shape. When I looked back to Max, his hand had moved the robe aside and he was slowly stroking a full 8 inches.
The actors on the TV were making those stupid fake noises. While some of the girls I had fucked made noises, none of them made noises like those on the porn videos. I started to rub my cock through my pants. Roger broke the silence, "Karl, since you wouldn't accept a tip from Max, could I suck on your tip?"
I was struck by the question. No one had ever asked so politely if they could suck my dick. When I was with girls, it just sort of happened.
"Uh, sure."
Roger walked over to me, reverently knelt before me, removing my shoes, unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my jeans, and pulling my zipper down. I lifted my butt from the couch as Roger pulled off my pants and boxers together in one motion. As my pants came off my own 8 inches wobbled hard and erect.
Roger stared, mezmerized by my dick. I could see the desire in his eyes. Roger on his knees, between my legs, bent forward a kissed the tip of my cock. Oh that felt good. I instinctively took hold of Roger's head a pulled him to me. As I did Roger engulfed my cock. At the tender warmth and pressure of his mouth I almost immediately erupted. He seemed to notice and sucked harder.
I sat back, closed my eyes and enjoyed Roger's skilled mouth. Man he was good. This guy knew how to suck a dick. The girls I had been with were all amateurs by comparison. I guess it takes a guy to really know what a guy likes. Little sighs and grunting noises escaped my mouth. The scene on the television set changed as Long-side-burns started screwing little Miss Farrah from the rear. She continued to make those fake noises. We were both oblivious to the flick. At least I was. The only "flick" I was interested in was the flick of Roger's tongue on my penis.
Deeply enjoying Roger's oral work, I lifted and drapped my long legs over his back. As I did my head tilted to the side, lolling to the right, my eyes still closed. My lips parted slightly with another sigh of pleasure. As they parted, I felt a presence, when I opened my eyes something brushed my lips. When my eyes opened I saw Max's bush. Right below the bush was his hardened dick playing angel kisses with my tender lips.
I had never been in this situation before, but responded as a pro. I parted my lips and allowed Max to slip his penis head into my welcoming mouth. Tasting my first cock, I tenderly sucked on the pink bulb. It tasted great.
Everyone was sighing now.
With my attention distracted from my own pleasure I was able to regain some self control. Roger continued to slurp on my engorged cock. Damn, it felt good. Bobbing deeply back and forth, sucking hard on the up stroke, Roger continued diligently, neither of us missing a stroke.
I really liked the feel of Max's cock in my mouth. It filled it up, but it was nice. I could taste old cum. I'd tasted my own before. Not knowing what exactly to do, I just sucked and sucked and sucked.
As Roger sucked me, his hands caressed my hips working their way back massaging my ass cheeks. With my legs drapped over Roger's shoulders he managed to work a finger into my crack. I adjusted myself as best I could allowing Roger freer access to my butt hole. Roger was tenderly stroking the outer pucker of my anus. Now that was distracting.
I continued to suck Max like a veteran. At least I thought I was,and Max seemed to be enjoying it. It was evident that he was approaching orgasm. There were little spasms. His abs and pecs were also rock had, not just from his workouts, but from the building tension in his body. I was close too; my self control was about gone.
By the sound of the television action, the actors were moving close to cumming themselves. Long-side-burns was pounding on Farrah's bottom doggie style. "I'm cumming," he told his partner, pulling out his dick and shooting his wad into the crack of her butt.
Max and I both tightly pulled our respective heads of our pleasurers close to us, pumping manically. "I'm cumming," moaned Max.
"I'm cumming," I moaned, my words muffled by a mouth full of cock.
Max erupted in my mouth and I erupted in Roger's as Long-side-burns gushed on the Farrah look alike butt. But there was no waste of cum with us. Roger and I both expertly swallowed our loads completely, without a drop lost. Everyone, except Roger sighed, his little cock is rock hard.
At that moment there was a knock at the door, "Room service."
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