Boutique Hotel
Chapter 4
I waved to Steve as we exited the apartment parking lot. Pulling up next to him, I made a motion with my hand like I was blowing him, with my hand jacking an imaginary dick. He laughed, flipped me the bird, and drove away.
Back at the hotel, I parked in my reserved space and took the elevator back to my penthouse apartment. After I checked for e-mail and messages (nothing that had to be handled immediately), I grabbed my gym bag and left.
At the gym, I walked into the locker room and spied one of my favorite sex pigs. He checked me out and I smiled at him, waving him over. As I disrobed, I asked, "Are you interested in eating out my black ass that's been recently loaded with some premium sperm?"
He stood in front on me with his towel barely hiding his hard dick. "Are you serious? You got fucked?"
"And bred," I confirmed.
He glanced around. "Where?"
"In the back of the locker room," I suggested, "there is a set of lockers with a bench in front of them. I'll sit on your face there." He couldn't get there fast enough. This guy loved to get fucked and suck dick, especially if it involved getting baby gravy pounded up his hole or down his throat. And felching it out of a seeded ass made him even happier. He reclined on the bench. I straddled his head and squatted. He pulled my hips down and guided my ass to his mouth. His tongue quickly found and opened my hole, moaning with joy.
I relaxed and sat more firmly on his face, giving him the best face sitting I could muster. He moaned again when he tasted Steve's cream. "Fuck, that's good!" he whispered and went back to his expert felching. This guy loved to get fucked and swallow nutt, but he never fucked anyone or nutted in their mouth. He had some kind of arrangement with his boyfriend that he had to save his nutt for the boyfriend and not share it with any other man. But, getting fucked and swallowing dick loads was okay. Whatever worked for them, I shrugged.
Unfortunately, our tryst didn't last very long. The locker room was getting too busy and the chance of us being discovered was nearly certain. I moved off his face and promised a good fuck after my workout, if he was still here. Otherwise, I'd breed him tomorrow or the day after. He was a regular in the locker room, looking for men to breed him. But, he couldn't stay there forever, today.
After my nearly two hour workout, I looked for him, but he was gone. That doesn't mean that I didn't find someone else to play with. Once again, the new guy from mid-week was looking for a big dick to sit on. I provided that and a nice load for his deep ass. We left the locker room happy.
I checked the guest register, but didn't recognize any of the names. Perhaps, I'd recognize their faces at dinner. And no one had left a message requesting my services. That was also odd. Was I going to have a night off? Such situations had arisen before, but they were rare. Truthfully, I'm not sure that I cared. I got into a major sex fest with Steve, a hot sex pig ate my ass out, and I fucked and bred a new friend. This had been a very good day by any standard.
At dinner, a number of mixed couples dined. Two single men and three couples of men also attended, but the couples were definitely more into each other than me. I was cordial, even flirtatious, but to no avail. Even the single men didn't seem to care that I was available. However, I didn't really care. They weren't my type, but I was a little crestfallen that they weren't into me. It could have been a racial thing, or they weren't gay or brave enough to want to get into bed with me.
I sent a text to Steve, lamenting my single situation. He offered to help me out, but I knew he had to get to work early, and I had an early breakfast crowd to deal with (such as they were). Still, it wasn't all bad. I could save my loads for Steve when we met on Friday evening. I declined his offer to spend the night with me. Upon reflection, we could have spent some quality hours in bed together, but both of us needed a good sleep in the middle of the week. Taking three or more hours out of that sleep time wasn't a good idea. We'd get together on Friday. It wasn't that far away.
Thursday afternoon, I pounded and bred my sex pig friend from the gym. Once more, his skills reminded me how much better Steve was at hot sex. That evening, I had three men who were interested in some bed time action. I fucked all three of them, but every one of them shot their loads before I got up a good head of sexual steam. Reminding myself that it was okay because I was saving my loads for Steve, I went to bed with a hard dick.
Desperately, I wanted to pound out a load in the shower the next morning, but I held out. Again, several breakfast diners offered to take care of my half-hard dick for me, but I declined reluctantly. I made a mental note to wear a jock or something more confining when I was in this condition at breakfast. That is unless I wanted to have some fun in the morning with a guest. At the gym, I walked in with my workout clothes on. I knew if I changed in the locker room, I'd be too tempted to participate in some delicious sex. A nearly full day without sex was driving my libido into the cranky zone.
I very nearly succumbed to my need to breed. A man I'd heard a lot about in the last few months walked in as I was finishing my cardio workout. I'd finally seen him about a week ago. My friends called him "elephant dick" and for good reason. His long, thick, black dick hung massively. His dick was as thick as Steve's and almost as long as mine. Another guy got his attention and I watched them as they went into one of the bathroom stalls. The other guy sat on the throne and "elephant dick" stood in front of him. I clearly heard sucking sounds that signaled a blowjob. Within 30 seconds, "elephant dick" blasted his load down the other guy's throat. You can't mistake the sound of a male climax.
When they exited the stall, I checked out the big, black dick. It was definitely longer and thicker than before. A big drop of creamy, white baby gravy clung to the tip of his big-headed dick. I couldn't help but stare and lick my lips. He checked me out and smiled. I was hard as steel. He winked at me and nodded. I nodded back and grabbed my dick. He licked his lips hungrily.
I was surprised and gratified when he turned and bent over. His ass was a big bubble butt, with a deeply concealed manhole right in the middle. It looked very inviting as well as non-virginal. When he turned back, I bent over and showed him my hole, too. At least now we knew what the future could hold. He was a little on the chunky side, but with his massive dick and eager ass, I didn't care at all. All of that non-action was a week ago. I hadn't seen him since, until today.
Difficult as it was, I was just able not to follow him into the locker room. I know we'd fuck each other blind, but I couldn't do that to Steve. Besides, this guy's dick was so enormous that I wasn't sure I could take him. And I didn't want to ruin my ass for when Steve mounted and bred me repeatedly this weekend.
Back in my penthouse apartment, I stripped off my sweaty clothes, tossed them in the washing machine, and walked into the master bathroom, my hard dick leading the way. Once more I was tempted to work out another load, but the hour was approaching for Steve's arrival. Cleaned inside and out, I toweled off quickly, trying very hard not to grab my hard dick and blast a load that was tantalizingly close to happening. With my resolve melting away, I was saved by my phone ringing.
"On the train," Steve said. "Do you miss me, yet?"
"You have no idea," I replied. "I've been hard as steel all day long. I nearly pounded out a big load by hand only moments ago. How soon will you be here?"
"I'm about 10 minutes from the station in town. Give me another five minutes to walk there," he said.
"Ask the desk clerk to let you into the elevator with access to the penthouse. I'll clear it with him right now. And be prepared to sit on my dick and take a big load right away. I haven't shot a load since yesterday afternoon," I warned.
"That's what I love to hear. I need to be bred deep and often this weekend."
"So do I," I laughed. "Get your ass over here before I have a wet dream while I'm wide awake!"
"I'll make it worth your while to hold off until I get there," he promised. "I've been dreaming about your big, black dick up my ass nearly every moment since you left my apartment on Wednesday."
"HURRY!" I begged.
After we hung up, I called the desk and told my desk clerk to admit Steve, using the universal card key to my penthouse apartment. Acknowledging my request, he asked for a description. I gave him Steve's name and a general description, including Steve's beautiful bubble butt and his bright, Italian smile.
Steve must have run to the hotel, because he was there in 13 minutes from ending the phone call. I heard the door open and called to him from the master bedroom. Grabbing the lube, I gently massaged some on to my erect dick, barely avoiding a big climax. As it was, precum drooled heavily from the tip. He arrived at the bedroom door, already naked, having shed his clothes as he traversed the space between the front door and my bedroom. I handed the lube to him with a smile, as I waved my hard dick at him. He applied a generous amount to his manhole and slowly sat on my hard manhood.
"Gently," I cautioned. "I'm already about to burst. This load has to go deep in your ass, not just an inch inside."
He slowly impaled himself on my upright organ, wiggling slowly when his sweet hole crushed my pubes. I held him down so he couldn't pull up and cause me to nutt. My dick and balls tingled. I knew any friction would trigger an instant flood.
"I love your black, horse dick up my ass," he swooned. "I love my brothers' dicks, too, but yours is so much better for me. And you nutt bigger loads."
"I'm right at the edge now. How soon do you want this? I'm gonna fill you up, Man!" I whispered hoarsely, attempting to delay my climax. Without a word, Steve worked his love tunnel muscles and brought me to a huge climax. I strained to force my dick deeper, planting a massive load inside him. My climax convulses slammed both of us. I couldn't get enough of his ass and he wanted every inch of my dick and every drop of my creamy baby gravy. "Fuck," I groaned as my climax waned. "I don't think I've ever nutted that hard or that much."
"Yeah, it feels like you unleashed a flood. I could feel your dick jerk and then warmth spread deep inside me as you shot big wads of cum into me," he sighed, sitting back on my dick. "You feel so good inside me."
Steve slowly lifted off my dick. With a wet plop, my semi-hard manhood hit my stomach. "I need some of that back," I grinned up at him. Without direction, he turned and sat on my face. My tongue found his hole as easily as my dick had. With my tongue deeply planted in his love tunnel, I slurped up as much of my baby batter as I could reach. Steve bent over and vacuumed up my deflating dick, sucking off more of my cream.
I think you know where this is headed. With a bred ass on my face and a warm mouth on my dick, I was going hard rapidly. In under a minute, I was stiff as steel.
"I need another load," Steve insisted. He turned and sat on my dick again. This time I wasn't on the edge of a climax, so I fucked him slowly, giving him a chance to enjoy the ride a little longer. But, it wasn't very much longer than the last one. Two minutes later, I was emptying my nuts into his thirsty ass again. This climax didn't hit me as hard, but it did make me quake and thrust as my dick jerked and sprayed out more man cream for him.
"You need to get off, too," I finally remembered. I pushed him off my dick and raised my legs, knees into the chest. "Breed me, Steve!"
He wasn't as needy as I'd been, so he had time to eat my ass out for a couple of minutes before he plugged in. His thick dick was aided by a dollop of lube and a lot of spit. His thick, donkey dick spread my back channel and plowed deeper. I only winced a little before I pulled him deeper inside me. "Yeah, that's what I need," I crooned. "Fuck that ass like you own it!"
Steve slowly fucked me, using the full length of his massive, Italian dick. He leaned in and kissed me, sharing the taste of the cream that had been on my dick. "You are so fuckin' hot!" he smiled down at me. "I wanna make babies with you for hours and hours."
"I'm looking forward to that," I assured him. "Now, fill me up and don't pull out until you've emptied your big, Italian balls. Breed me, Steve. I really need you to make babies with me."
He fucked me for less than another minute. I could hear his breathing getting ragged and his thrusts into me becoming more frantic. I looked up at his face and it showed he was right on the edge. I saw his dick piston my ass rapidly, going in and out the full length. Grabbing his ass, I pulled him harder into me with each thrust. An index finger massaged his perineum (his taint). It was hard and ready to buck with squirts of jizz. A moment later, I felt the quick pulsing of his load rocket into me as his perineum spasmed. Steve pressed hard against my upturned ass, working to blast his nutt as deeply as possible, and give himself maximum pleasure. His muffled cries of joy were stifled by his lips on mine. We kissed ferociously.
His climax retreated and we broke our kiss. "Damn! That was a great fuck!" I smiled up at him. "Any time you wanna tap this ass, you just let me know. You're one hot fuck! That fat, Italian sausage really knows how to work my ass right."
"You can have my dick as often as you want it, but on the condition that you fuck me senseless as often as I need it or anytime you get hard," Steve countered with a laugh. "I do love your horse dick breeding me. You reach deeper than my brothers and spray more juice than they do. I know I'm repeating myself, but you are truly amazing!"
I glanced at the clock. We still had nearly an hour before I had to be down in the dining room for the dinner crowd. "You're having dinner with me tonight in the hotel dining room; so after that, we'll start servicing my guests. I already have three that want to play with one of us. At dinner, others may add their names to our evening fun."
"Did any of them specifically ask for me?" Steve asked coyly.
"Yeah, in fact, two of them have already had the pleasure of me breeding them, so they wanted someone new with a big dick. You definitely qualified," I smiled.
"Bare or bagged?"
"Both want it bagged," I replied. "And if I'm recalling them correctly, you won't have your hard dick in them long before they nutt. Both of them have a tendency to nutt quickly with a big dick in their hole."
"That makes it more likely that I'll be saving my nutt for you, then," Steve smiled evilly.
"And I hope to do the same to you. The guy I'm fucking likes it bare, but he'll nutt before three minutes have passed. He's not as hair-triggered as the other two, but he's pretty quick," I recalled.
"Any more potential men in need of servicing?"
"There are three others that I don't know anything about. I don't even know if they're gay and like to get fucked," I sighed. "The rest of my guests are straight, married couples."
"Enough chatter," Steve smirked. "Your ass has been bred, so I have to felch it. Sit on my face, JR."
"Only if you sit on mine," I countered.
"That's a deal I can sign up for."
We ate butt, felching each other like we were starving. His ass tasted like my cream with a hint of manhole in the background. I've tasted myself often enough to know what my nutt tastes like. It isn't that I can suck my dick, but I can get the head within an inch of my mouth, so my aim is generally reliable and most of my juice goes in my mouth.
Within a few minutes, by dick was hard again. Pressing against Steve's chest, he knew it was, too. He disengaged his tongue in my hole and started sucking my dick. With his ass in my face, I knew he was going to blow me. He knew how easy it was to get me to climax when I was felching. Remembering how good it was to drink his cream directly from his thick hose, I moved my mouth to his thick dick and enclosed it with my lips. With my tongue rubbing feverishly around the sensitive head, I knew I was going to get a nice mouthful of his load. It was all about timing.
I tried to hold out as I sucked on his dick, doing mental imaging to delay my own climax. The imaging worked for a few seconds, but then I'd get a whiff of his seeded asshole, and my dick would quiver with a warning. I attempted to pull him off my hard dick, but he wasn't cooperating. He wanted to swallow my load as much as I wanted his.
The inevitability of the situation couldn't be denied. I succumbed to my climax with a sigh of pleasure. But, just as I knew I couldn't hold back, I tasted Steve's load, rapidly spraying into my mouth. His big dickhead swelled and spasmed. I swallowed and swallowed the spraying cream twice, before the flood turned into a flow and then a trickle.
Meanwhile, I jetted my warm load into his mouth, moaning at the pleasure of the climax and the taste of his cream. I don't know how much I nutted into him, but I felt his throat swallow twice as he sucked hungrily.
Sated, we released each other's dick and lay beside one another. "Damn! That was good!" Steve praised. "As much as I love getting bred by you, a warm mouthful or two or three of your dick gravy is nearly as good."
"You really know how to suck dick, Steve," I said. "I don't think I've ever nutted that quickly from a blow job."
"Thanks!" he smiled. "Oh, before I forget, my brothers want to meet you, but I told them they'd have to wait until you were not so busy with the hotel."
"I'm always busy with the hotel, so that's no reason to put them off," I countered. "Besides, I'd love to meet them, anyway. They sound like a lot of fun, and not just in bed. Do you think they might be available tomorrow evening for dinner?"
"I'll have to call and find out."
"Is this the weekend that they can be out alone?"
"No, that's not for a couple more weeks."
"Pity. However, why not invite them and their families for dinner tomorrow. My treat."
"That's very generous of you, JR, but you have a business to run. You can't be giving it away," Steve said.
"I'm not giving it away," I replied. "I'm paying it forward, because I'm looking forward to fucking both of your brothers."
Steve laughed. "It's like you already know them. They've already told me that they want you to fuck them bareback and bred them repeatedly. I told them how quickly you recover, so they want multiple loads."
"Do I get some in return?"
"With that spectacular ass of yours, I'm sure they'll want to pound some sperm up your manhole, too," he revealed.
"And you said that they are into felching?" Steve nodded in the affirmative. "This sounds like the makings of a breeding and felching marathon. We'll have to plan this so I'm available without having to worry about servicing my guests."
"And that segues into a subject I've been meaning to bring up, but thought it was not my business or place to pry into your life," Steve cautiously said.
"What is it?" I wondered.
"Well, I know you run a successful hotel, but you spend too much time doing that and not enough time just for you. I know that sounds selfish of me, because I want to spend more time with you, but that's only a small part of it."
I looked at him, questioningly, wondering what he thought I should do to cut back on my time with the hotel. So I asked him outright. "What should I change?"
"In my opinion, and this is only based on observation of how you schedule yourself, I think you should scrap your attendance at breakfast. There is nothing gained by that, besides a little more time with guests. Those that love your big dick have already spent time with you. The rest of them don't care. Of course, you could put in an appearance, but I think that waiting tables for breakfast should be done by someone else. Understand that I'm talking about breakfast; I'm not suggesting you stop your dinner conversations with guests. That's how you find out who wants or needs servicing. That you should continue. But, there are other ways to accomplish even that, too. I do have a degree in marketing, so I know you can accomplish the same thing without your personal presence at dinner."
"Okay, I get what you're saying about breakfast. I've been thinking about that, too," I replied. He smiled at my agreement. "But, I don't really see an alternative for dinner."
"Well, just off the top of my head, you already know when your guests will be having dinner because of the reservations they make. Correct?" I nodded agreement. "So, with that in hand, you could show up sometime during their dinner hour. My only concern is mentioning hot sex in the middle of dinner. That's a little off-putting." Again, I agreed with him. "Yeah, that's a stupid idea," Steve admitted. "How about leaving comment cards on the tables, leaving open-ended the comments section?"
"What about the men who don't know about those personal services? How will they even know that I'm available?" I challenged.
"Why don't they already know? Why else would gay men purposefully book reservations here?"
"If they don't read the right publications, they'll be clueless," I bristled.
"And how often has that happened? How many times have you had to suggest to a guy that your big dick was available to breed him and he had no idea that such a thing was even available?" Steve persisted.
I had to think about that for a few moments. Except for the first few months that the hotel was open, I hadn't had more than a handful of men who were clueless. Honestly, in the last year, there hadn't been anyone. I smiled. "Okay, you got me there. No one in at least a year has been unaware of what extra services he could get," I admitted.
"There you go," Steve smiled triumphantly.
"You're suggesting those changes so I'll fuck you more often," I laughed.
"Well, maybe. A little," Steve admitted with a sly grin. "I do love that big dick and those monster loads you deliver in my ass. No one has ever fucked me that good. And I can't get enough of you, JR."
"You make a compelling case for change, Steve. I have to admit that. Let's talk more about how we'd go about that. We have all weekend," I suggested. "Meanwhile, I think I need a snack." I flipped him on to his stomach and pressed my face deeply into his ass. I ate out as much of my cream as I could reach and then mounted him. "Is this what you had in mind?"
"Oh, yeah," Steve signed contentedly. "But, I need it more often than the weekends and a tryst mid-week."
"So, that's why you want my evenings and mornings free!" I laughed. "You are so transparent!"
"Guilty," Steve smiled over his shoulder. "Now, fuck me and breed me, you big, stud stallion!"
My hard dick slowly sank to its full length into his eager, wet hole. It jerked when I hit bottom, making both of us sigh with pleasure. "This what you had in mind, Baby?" I whispered into his right ear.
"Fuck, yeah!" he crooned. "Breed me. I need a refill." He worked his ass muscles, trying to get me to spray another load. I attempted to change the rhythm, but he was having none of it. He bucked beneath me, sucking on my dick with his deep muscles. "Give it to me!" he begged.
Having no choice but to ride out this wonderfully hot fuck, I gave in to his eagerness to get bred again and unleashed another big, creamy load of baby gravy into his ass. He held me deeply inside him as he felt my dick jerk and jet his favorite sperm into his hole. Steve was turning into a serious bottom, and I wasn't regretting it at all. I might later, if he wanted to be fucked all the time and never gave me a chance to sit on his thick, Italian sausage. Hopefully, that was never going to happen.
I stayed atop him, slowly fucking through the end of my climax and squeezing out the last drops of my man cream. He didn't mind that I was heavily stretched out over him. He turned his head and kissed me tenderly. "You have all day to stop that," he sighed happily.
Glancing at the clock, I saw that we needed to shower and get dressed before the dinner hour. Reluctantly, I pulled out and gave his ass a pat. "We need to shower up and get outta here," I directed.
He followed me into the master bathroom. He stopped at the commode to abort some of my baby sauce. "It would be unseemly to crack out some cum farts in the dining room," he smirked.
I laughed at him and turned on the water in the shower. He joined me a moment later. We soaped up our dicks and asses and did a quick pit scrub. Fucking like we had caused both of us to sweat. And all that soaping of our dicks got us hard again, but we didn't attempt to do anything about it, yet.
Knowing both of us had cum breath, I bent over the sink to brush my teeth. Not one to pass up an opportunity, Steve plugged into my ass and fucked me senseless for at least three minutes before he shot another sweet load up my butt. I didn't complain or care about the time even once. Steve was becoming a very bad influence on me and I loved it.
But, that left me with a hard dick that I needed to fix. Steve graciously bent over to brush his teeth and I seeded him as well as he'd just finished with me, perhaps a little quicker. Would we ever be able to brush our teeth again without breeding each other?
With one more stop at the commode to abort more of our babies, we took the elevator down to the dining room. For the first hour, there wasn't much going on. There were several couples who weren't guests at the hotel who dined early. The two men that Steve was supposed to service came in at 7:00 and 7:30. I introduced him and they individually eyed him hungrily. Steve told the first one that he wasn't tied to the 10:00 p.m. schedule and could accommodate his needs earlier. Steve left a few discrete minutes after the first diner left. He stopped by the table of the second guy and told him that Steve had to take care of something and then he'd be back to service the second man. Steve left with the first diner at 7:45 and returned 15 minutes later.
"You recalled him correctly," Steve whispered to me. "Hair trigger. I barely got my dick inside him and he nutted. Of course, it did take a few minutes to stuff my dick up his ass, but the moment I hit bottom, he blasted out his load and didn't want to play anymore. So, here I am, ready for my next conquest."
He smiled over at the other man he was scheduled to service. He was finishing up his main course. I went to his table to ask the diner what he wanted for dessert, giving him a short list of what we had. He chose the chocolate mousse. He also whispered to me, asking if Steve was as big as the pictures showed and was as good in bed as I'd said. I assured him that he was better than I'd described and his dick was massively thick. "It'll be one of the best rides of your life," I smiled. A minute later, I returned to his table with the mousse. "Steve is ready when you are. But, there is no need to hurry. I'm not sure if he has other plans, besides pounding your ass," I smirked.
Meanwhile, Steve was checking out the other three men who had come in for dinner a moment ago. Two of them came in together, but were not booked in the same room. I gave them menus and winked at Steve. I was getting good gay vibes from all three, but that didn't mean they were interested in either one of us.
I gave the orders to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with their meals. Meanwhile, Steve had left shortly after his second "date" for the evening to service him. He returned with a smile and a nod in my direction, less than 10 minutes later. Two of the remaining gay diners ordered dessert. After those had been consumed, I asked the couple dining together if they were interested in any additional services that we could render. They smiled broadly and then looked questioningly at me. One of them asked, "We? I thought you were a single act."
"For this weekend, I've added something special to the services menu. He's sitting over there," I nodded in Steve's direction. The two men beamed at him. "If you're interested, I could show you what you'd be getting." They nodded enthusiastically.
I walked back into the kitchen and returned with my electronic pad. I flipped it open to reveal three pictures of Steve's fat, Italian sausage and one of his face. I moved on to pictures of my dick and face. "Interested?" I asked. They nodded enthusiastically. "Which one?"
"Uh, could we have both?" one of them asked.
"Well, I suppose you could, but you'll have to wait until the dining room closes at 10 p.m. and I'm available after a quick shower," I smiled encouragingly. Again, they nodded greedily. "You like it raw or bagged?"
They looked at each other and then one asked, "Any reason we shouldn't take it raw?"
"Steve and I are both neg, with tests taken last Friday," I responded. "We can show you the test results. I think Steve still has his with him. I'll have to ask." I walked over to Steve and asked him if he still had his test results from last week. He assured me it was in his overnight bag in my apartment. He thought there might be a chance that someone would want confirmation of his status. When I got back to the two men, a thought occurred to me. "Why aren't you sharing a room? You're certainly willing to share other men," I asked.
"We aren't boyfriends, if that's your question," one of them said.
"And we thought we might score here or at the gay bars tonight. We didn't want to cramp each other by bringing home someone that the other one wasn't into. So, we each got a room," the other guy added.
That left the single guy at a table across the room to pursue. As it turned out, he was meeting friends later for a night on the town and wouldn't need someone to warm his bed. That was already taken care of with his friends who had promised to fuck him to death at their place this evening. He was staying here because there was really not enough room to sleep three men in their bed.
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