WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome at jockboydad@outlook.com. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far!
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Adventures of a Bellboy (Chapter 2)
The next day, I decided to head to the hotel a couple hours early. One of the other perks of the job was that I got to use the hotel gym before or after my shift. It was a nice gym, so I decided to save some money and cancel my regular gym membership.
I greeted the guys as I entered and made my way to the lower level where the gym was. It was relatively quiet in the gym, letting me get in a good circuit of chest and arms, with some light cardio to finish. By the end of my workout, I was pretty drenched in sweat, causing my white tank top to cling to my pumped up chest. I took a minute to admire the results in the mirror before heading to the locker room.
After I tossed my sweaty tank top into the locker, I heard the locker room door swing open, and two guys enter, chatting. As I was pulling down my shorts, I looked up and realized it was Mr. Hardigan, accompanied by a buff younger beefcake in a muscle shirt and three inch gym shorts hugging his muscular ass and thighs. He must be the "trainer" he mentioned last night.
Mr. Hardigan looked over at me but didn't greet me, so I figured he wanted to keep it on the DL and didn't say anything either. I did decide to give him a little show and pull my jockstrap down and toss it on the ground between us. Standing naked, still covered in sweat, I picked up my phone and checked my texts, feeling both their eyes on me.
I tossed my phone back in my locker and turned to face the trainer stud as I slowly wrapped the towel around my waist. We made eye contact before he slowly gazed down my front side. These gay guys are much more forward than chicks. But I was starting to like the admiration. He shot me a sly grin, before turning to Mr. Hardigan.
"Meet me on the treadmill, and we'll do our warmup," he said before walking out of the locker room.
I turned to Mr. Hardigan. "That your other boy toy?" smirking.
"Yeah, not bad, right? But you've got the bigger cock," he said, pulling me by the waist toward him as he sat on the bench. He reached up, undid my towel and buried his face in my sweaty crotch, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, that gets me so horny!"
"You like that, huh, sir?" I said, my cock starting to get hard rubbing against his face, as his tongue started flicking against my musky ball sack.
Before I knew it, he had his lips wrapped around my head, sucking my semi-hard dick into his mouth. With his expert tongue action working the underside of my dick, I immediately got rock hard.
"Sir, I'm not sure this is the....oh fuck.....shit that feels good..." I moaned, as he easily took my dick down to the base, just like the night before. I kept looking up at the locker room door, half expecting it to swing open and someone to catch us. But his mouth felt too good to stop him, and I always get super horny after working out, so this was much better than my own hand.
He started bobbing up and down on my cock even faster than last night, and when he reached up and pinched my sensitive nipples, the pressure started building up in my balls.
But right before he was going to make me cum, he spun me around and bent me over so one knee was resting on the bench and my upper body propped up with with arms, my ass facing him.
"Sir, you're not gonna fuck me," I said, giving him fair warning.
"Relax, stud, you're gonna love this," he said, before spreading my muscular cheeks with his hands and burying his face in my crack. I felt his wet tongue start to slowly glide up and down my hole, a new sensation for me that caused my cock to throb. As he continued twirling his tongue around my hole, I started to like it, moaning.
"Yeah, told you so!" he said, coming up for air briefly. He dove back in, pulling my cheeks apart even further and this time pressing his pointed tongue slightly into my hole. I unclenched it for a bit, letting it slide in further.
"Oh shit!" I moaned out. As he continued to tongue fuck my hole, I felt him reach under me and start stroking my cock, still wet from him saliva. I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, admiring my flexed shoulders and arm muscles and seeing my cock being stroked. It felt like a scene out of a porno. Before long, with the feeling of his tongue pressing into my ass and his firm hand around my swollen cock, I felt my load building up.
"Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" I warned him, just as my dick started erupting. My eyes rolled back into my head as I spewed my large load onto the bench while his tongue kept massaging my hole. I had to struggle not to yell out in pleasure at my first time being rimmed.
Eventually, I stopped cumming, and stood up, turning to him. He looked up, smiled and leaned forward to lick the last remaining drops of my cum from the tip of my dick.
"Fuck, sir. That was hot. Another first for me," I said, my heart rate slowly returning to normal.
"Nice running into you, Jacob," he said, standing up and jogging out of the locker room to work out with his other boy.
Looking down at the puddles of cum on the bench, I grabbed my sweaty jock from they floor and used it to wipe up my load. I noticed his back was under the bench, so I reached down and put my cum stained jock in it under one of his shirts to find later.
I took a hot shower and then dried off at my locker. Needing to take a piss, I walked over naked to the bathroom area and starting relieving myself. Having drank so much water during my workout, I leaned my head back and exhaled deeply at the relief of pressure from my bladder.
I almost didn't notice the person walking up to the urinal next to me. I looked over and realized it was the trainer. I nodded over at him. "Hey bro, how's the workout going?" I asked.
"Ah, I'm just training my client, man," he said, pulling his tight shorts down, tucking the waistband under his large hairy balls and pulling out his dick. I noticed him glancing over at mine as he shook his and started to piss.
"Gotcha, man," I replied.
"You staying at the hotel?" he asked, still looking over at me, and pretty obviously stealing glances of my dick.
"Nah, I work here. I'm a bellboy. We get to use the gym," I said.
"Nice, man. You look like you get pretty good use out of this place," he said, leaning back to check out my ass. The guy was clearly hitting on me. But I doubt he was going to give me a grand to suck my dick, so I didn't take the bait.
"You too, bro," I said, nodding to him, as I shook the last drops from my dick and walked back to my locker.
As I was putting on my work uniform, the guy walked back over to me and handed me a business card with a number written in pen on the back. "If you ever wanna work out buddy...or anything else...hit me up, bro. I'm Jose, by the way."
"Cool, man. Jacob," I said, reaching out to shake his hand, as he continued to eye fuck me for a few more seconds before walking back out to join Mr. Hardigan. Damn that guy was forward.
I went back up to the lobby to start my shift. I walked up and greeted Stephen at the front entrance.
"Yo, man! Heard you got inducted into the special request club last night! Well done, bro. Hardigan is a picky guest."
"Wow, guess news travels fast, man," I said, a little embarrassed.
"Relax, man. It's just among us bellboys. We let each other know what guests like, who the big tippers are, you know. And look, bro, I don't know if you're gay or not, but for me, I can get hard for that amount of cash, you know what I mean?!"
"Dude, I'm not gay," I said, defensively.
"Bro, chill. I didn't say you were. I haven't done that guest, but from what I heard, he could fucking suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Did he blow you? How was it?"
I was kind of taken aback at how forward he was, but also glad to have someone to chat with, and to give me any warnings about other guests.
"Uh, yeah, he sucked me off. And it was the best head I've ever had. My ex girlfriend could barely get a few inches in her mouth, and this guy took the whole thing. And swallowed my load," I shared, starting to feel more comfortable with him, as he listened intently. "Bro, and right before I came, he, like, slid a finger up my ass. I've never felt that before, but it made me cum buckets."
"Oh shit, you've never been fucked before? Bro, the all time biggest tips are from the older guys that wanna fuck some young studs like us," he said, before jotting off to greet a black sedan pulling up to the portico. I started mulling that over in my head, never having had any intent on getting fucked by another dude.
It was pretty busy for the next couple hours, and I got in another good workout carrying bags for a range of guests, from families with kids, to married couples, to single business men and women. All of them tipped well, but of course nothing like what Mr. Hardigan had given me. I wondered how often I'd be raking in that kind of cash.
Once it slowed down and it was just Chip and me in the lobby, I enjoyed the break from all the hustle, as Chip and I chatted about sports and some of the unusual guests who had arrived that day.
Then Chip picked up the phone that was buzzing. "Yes, sir....Any preference....Of course, sir....and how many glasses?.....Right away, sir."
"You're up, skipper," he joked. "Room 1145, bottle of Dom champagne and two glasses."
I nodded and jogged over to the bar, where the bartender packed up the bottle on ice with two flutes on a tray with a small plate of bite sized chocolates.
When I arrived at the door, I knocked and was greeted by an Italian looking man wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs. He looked like a model in one of those cologne commercials. Tall and toned, jet black hair, slicked back, and perfectly comfortable walking around in just his briefs.
"Please, come in," he said, his accent confirming his Italian nationality.
I walked in and placed the tray on a table on the far side of the room from the king sized bed.
"Shall I open and pour for you, sir?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," he responded.
As soon as I popped the cork, a topless woman wearing nothing but black lace lingerie walked in. "Ooooh, did I hear champagne?!" in a very American accent.
See her undressed, I immediately stepped back, averting my eyes down. "I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, sir. I, uh, I didn't mean to intrude. I'll leave right away."
"Well isn't that adorable. Such a proper Southern gentleman," the woman said, walking toward me. I couldn't help but see her perky breasts out of the corner of my eye. She was actually smoking hot. Blond, probably late 20s, tall and lean, and amazing breasts, not too large, but not small either.
"It's ok, I doesn't mind," she said. "You can look."
I hesitated but then looked over at her, mesmerized by her tits. But then I returned to my task of pouring them their champagne.
As I handed them their glasses, they toasted and took a sip. Then the guy caught me staring at her breasts.
"I think he likes your breasts, honey," he said to her.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I, uh, I..." I said, stumbling over my words.
"It's ok. She likes to show them off. They cost me a fortune, but I think they're perfect. Don't you?" he said.
She looked over at me for my response. I cleared my throat and replied, "Yes, they are very nice, sir."
"You want to feel them?"
"Pardon?"
"Go on, feel them," he said. I looked over at her, then back at him, trying to read their faces. But they were both serious.
I was already getting hard, so I decided to go for it, slowly walking over to her as she pushed her chest out, presenting her tits to me.
I slowly reached out with both hands and started cupping her breasts gently. Had he not made the comment about how expensive they were, I never would have guessed they weren't natural. They felt amazing. Soft, but firm and perky, her nipples hard under my skin as I continued to feel them.
"So, what do you think?" he asked, stepping toward us.
"They're really nice, sir," I replied.
"Yeah, I know. What's your name, son?"
"Jacob, sir."
"Jacob, nice to meet you. I'm Antonio, and this is my wife Emily," he said. "We just got married last week," he added, giving her a playful slap on her ass, causing her to giggle and bounce, as he leaned in to kiss her. I realized my hands were still on her tits, so I started to pull away, but she grabbed my hands and placed them back on her breasts, as I watched her continue to make out with Antonio.
When their lips parted, she leaned over and whispered something into his ear, causing him to grin and look over at me.
"My wife would like you to join us for a glass of champagne, Jacob," he said.
"Thank you, sir, ma'am. But I'm not allowed to drink while I'm working," I said.
"Oh come on, have a little fun," Emily said, wrapping her arm around my waist, her breasts pressing against me.
"It's just a little special request from us, what do you say?" he said, flashing a brief wink at me.
Hearing that, I shrugged and grabbed a regular glass from cabinet and poured a little champagne from the bottle, as Antonio and Emily sat together on the love seat, his arm around her and hand resting on her left tit.
I started to sit down in the chair across from them when he interrupted me. "Uh, Jacob. It feels a little strange us sitting here like this, with you in your full uniform," he said. "Why don't you make yourself more comfortable, take a few things off," he continued.
I nodded, and proceeded to take off my blazer and button down shirt as the two of them watched me. Emily's eyes widened as she got a first glimpse of my muscular chest and torso, licking her lips as she watched me undress. She leaned over and whispered something else to Antonio.
"Please, your pants," he said.
I hesitated. "Um, sir, I'm not....uh...this is kind of embarrassing, but I was at the gym earlier and I forgot to bring a clean pair of briefs, so I'm not, you know, wearing anything under my pants," I said.
He didn't respond other than with a look that basically instructed me to drop my pants, so I obliged, undoing my pants and letting them drop to the ground, my semi-hard dick now on full display. I could tell both of them were surprised at the size of my dick based on their reaction.
I picked my champagne back up and sat down in the chair, spread eagle, giving them a full view of my dick, which was getting harder seeing them both continue to stare at it.
Emily's hand was now sliding over Antonio's thigh to the growing bulge in his briefs, as we all sipped the expensive champagne.
Emily then reached down and slowly slid off her panties, letting them fall to her ankles, and spreading her legs, giving me a full view of her pussy.
Antonio noticed me staring. "Why don't you come get a closer look."
I looked over at him, seeing if he was serious, and he nodded, giving me his approval. I downed the rest of the champagne in my glass and got up, walking toward Emily, as she looked at me lustfully, making my dick rock hard.
When I got to her, she reached up, running her hands across my chest and down my abs. I leaned down to kiss her as her hand made its way to my throbbing cock. I glanced over at Antonio, who was obviously enjoying watching me make out with his wife, rubbing his dick through his briefs. Although a bit strange, I found it hot that her husband was watching us.
I reached down and played with her perfect tits as she continued to stroke my cock. I had never been with a woman older than 19, so this was new territory for me being with a mature woman. She leaned forward, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my swollen head as I stood in front of her, watching my dick slowly slide into her mouth.
I looked over at Antonio, who was sliding his briefs down and pulling out his hard uncut dick. It wasn't as thick and long as mine, but it was still above average. His trimmed pubes and shaved balls made it look even bigger. He started stroking it, his eyes fixated on his wife's mouth servicing my dick.
Like most chicks, she struggled to get much of my cock into her mouth. I couldn't help but compare it to Mr. Hardigan, who took me down to the base. While she tried, she barely got it halfway, but looking down at her tits while she sucked me made up for the lack of oral skills.
"I want you to fuck my wife, Jacob," Antonio suddenly said, catching me off guard.
"Are you serious, sir?" I asked, as Emily was still bobbing up and down on my cock.
"Yes. I know she wants that teenage cock. Isn't that right, babe?" he said.
Emily let out a muffled yes around my dick. Fuck, this just keeps getting better, I thought to myself.
She came off my cock and leaned back, spreading her legs and revealing her hairless pussy, already wet from her excitement.
I glanced one last time over at Antonio, and he gave me a nod and a grin, letting me know I had his permission. I bent down, grabbing my throbbing cock at the base and guided it to her pussy, slowly pushing it in. She gasped as my girth stretched her. I moaned just as loud as the warm sensation engulfed my cock. All the girls I had fucked up to that point had insisted on me wearing a rubber, so this was the first time I'd felt a warm pussy raw, and it almost made me cum right away.
But I knew they were wanting more, so I focused on holding back my load, as I continued to slowly push into her, leaning down to kiss her and grabbing her amazing tits. She reached back and grabbed my ass, her nails digging into my skin, pulling me further into her as she yelled out in pleasure.
"Fuck yeah, babe. You like this boy's cock inside you?" Antonio said, stroking his cock and watching me penetrate his wife.
"It's so big, honey!" she exclaimed, still moaning and biting her lip. I started sliding in and out of her, making her big tits bounce up and down with each thrust. This was by far the hottest chick I'd ever banged, and I wanted to remember every second of it.
As I started picking up the pace, Antonio leaned over and kissed her, running his hand across her breasts. For some reason, I thought it was hot the two of them making out while I was fucking his wife. Something came over me, and I leaned down to make it a three way kiss, all of our tongues and lips intertwined, hers soft and gentle, and his more rough, just like Mr. Hardigan the night before.
Antonio's hand moved over to my body, sliding down my back and feeling my ass as it flexed each time I entered his wife. He started to get up on his knees on the couch next to Emily, our lips still locked so that only he and I were now making out. He had positioned his cock at her mouth, which she started sucking while he and I kissed above her.
His hands now caressed my chest, squeezing my nipples, as I continued fucking Emily. I felt him moan through our kiss as she was blowing him at the same time I was inside her. I reached over and started exploring his firm toned body, the three of us locked in a sexual triangle.
We finally parted lips, as Antonio looked me in the eyes lustfully. "It's so hot watching you fuck my wife, Jacob."
"She feels amazing, sir. And so do you," I added. Seeing his dick in Emily's mouth was super hot, like it was straight out of a porno.
He smiled, and then pulled his dick out of his wife's mouth. He then stood up on the couch above her, facing me, so that his big throbbing cock was right in my face, as he looked down at me. I'd never sucked a dick before, but he was clearly expecting me to blow him.
Caught up in the hot moment, I decided to go for it, and leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth. He pulled the foreskin back as he pushed his cock further into my mouth. I could already taste the salty precum leaking out of his slit, and I was surprised at the sensation of the warm smooth skin of his cock in my mouth.
He moaned loudly, putting his hands on the back of my head and pulling me into his crotch, while I continued to fuck his wife at a fast pace, her moans continuing in the background.
"Fuck yeah, boy, suck my cock," he commanded.
Being a novice cocksucker, I tried to draw on what I'd seen in porn and what felt good when I got blown, as I took Antonio's dick further into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the base of his dick, feeling his cock throb, and also causing him to moan louder, giving me a positive sign.
I reached up and grabbed his smooth balls, now starting to bob up and down on his hard dick. I realized that I was actually enjoying it, which surprised me.
While I continued to blow Antonio, I had inadvertently picked up the speed of my thrusts into his wife, and I soon heard her yell out and felt the familiar clench of her pussy around my cock, signaling that she was having an orgasm. I don't know if it is the girth of my cock or my skills at fucking, but I always managed to make chicks orgasm at least once when I fuck them.
Emily was shaking as she continued to orgasm. I slowed down, not wanting to cum, but still kept my dick inside her.
"Fuck yeah, babe. This stud made you cum hard!" Antonio exclaimed, still pulling my face onto his dick. "He's gonna make me cum too!"
Guided by his hand on my head, I picked up the pace of going up and down on his hard cock. Hearing him build up got me more excited and I started fucking Emily harder again. I reached up and wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his cock, starting to stroke it while I tongued the head. That set him over the edge, as I felt the first volley of his load shoot across my tongue and hit me in the back of my throat.
He kept pumping loads of cum into my mouth, so I swallowed as fast as I could, the taste and scent of his musky cum triggering a chain reaction in my balls, as I shoved my cock deep inside his wife and started unloading my own load into her. She immediately started having another orgasm, joining her husband and me, as we all yelled out in pure bliss, probably waking the entire floor.
I was surprised at how much I enjoyed tasting Antonio's cum. It was different from my own, but the feeling and the taste of it shooting out of his hard cock was surprisingly hot, especially while I was unloading my own in his wife.
We eventually came back down to earth from our intense orgasms and collapsed on the couch, all of us covered in a light coating of sweat, as we struggled to catch our breath.
Antonio leaned over to kiss me, his cum still coating my tongue and mouth. Emily then leaned in for a taste, her tongue probing my mouth to get the last of her husband's load from my mouth.
I was in a post-coital state of bliss and shock, having never had a threesome with a married couple before.
"You're quite the stud, Jacob," Antonio said, his hand resting on my bare thigh.
"Thank you, sir. You two are....wow...I don't know what to say. That was fucking hot as hell. You two really are married?" I asked.
"As of eight hours ago," he said, grinning.
"No shit. Today is your wedding day?!" I asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.
"Yes, and you were the perfect wedding night gift," she said, running her nails lightly across my chest. "We love to watch each other play with someone else, but you checked both of our boxes, so this was the perfect way to end our wedding day," she said.
"Wow, that's kind of hot. And I'm glad I could be of service," I said.
"You liked fucking her, didn't you?" Antonio asked, grinning at me as he patted me on the chest.
I was probably blushing, but looking over at her, still naked, she was definitely the hottest chick I'd ever fucked. "Um, yes, sir. That's the most amazing sex I've ever had with a woman," I responded. She smiled and winked at me as I said that.
"I thought that might be the case. Well, we're here for another couple nights, so we might run into you again, Jacob. Was a really hot time," he said. "Oh, and there's an envelope for you over on the table on your way out."
I took the queue and stood up, gathering my clothes. They both watched as I got dressed, Antonio starting to get hard again, as his hand slid up Emily's thigh.
After I finished putting my uniform back on, I nodded to the newlyweds and left the room, grabbing the envelope on my way out.
Riding down the elevator, I radioed to Chip that I was back online as I opened the envelope, pulling out $750 in cash. Hell, I probably would have paid to fuck Emily, so the fact that I made that much money to screw here and suck her husband's dick was pretty amazing, and the night was young....
To be continued.....