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When I was 17 I applied for and got a job as a bellman in a hotel in Los Angeles. I worked part time hours, mostly in the evenings and on the weekends. When I took the job I never realized the fun I would have or the amazing amount of sex that I could have on a regular basis.
At that point in my life, just entering high school, I was ambiguous about my sexual preference. If you pressed me on the topic I would say I was straight, but most of my fantasies about women centered on them being fucked by men, and, in hindsight, I realize I focused more on the dick than the pussy. When I took the bellman job, it was to raise money for a car, not to have sex. That aspect became an enjoyable fringe benefit.
I was excited coming home after that first day. I tried on the uniform at home at eyed myself in the mirror. Black pants, that fit my ass very well, showed enough package to require a second look. The starched white shirt with an open collar was tucked at the sides to complement my tapered waist and rapidly broadening shoulders. Thank God I didn't have to wear those silly hats that other hotel chains required. Without one, I could wear my hair short and gelled as I preferred. All in all, my Greek heritage looked damn good in the uniform. Family members said I had an uncanny resemblance to Antonio Sabato.
I missed the first few opportunities for sex out of sheer naivete. When the women flirted I just blushed and murmured a thank you. When the men flirted I was clueless about how to respond anyway. So, it took an outright proposition to get my attention. A businessman who had asked for help with his luggage had chatted with me the entire way up to his room. I was friendly and responded in kind. In his room, he handed me a $5 tip but didn't let go right away when I tried to take it from his hand.
Looking me in the eye, he said, "I'll add a hundred to that if you let me suck your dick."
Too surprised to immediately respond, I was silent. He thought I was considering the offer and said, "You don't have to reciprocate. I'll do all the work, no one will ever know." His hand brushed my crotch and he moved closer to me. He wasn't unattractive, probably in his late 20's, in good shape, but just too forward for me at that moment. I dropped the tip, turned and almost ran out of the room. Thankfully, he didn't choose to follow.
In the hallway I took the service elevator, my heart pounding. He hadn't scared me so much as surprised me, and, strangely enough, my dick was up to about 7" at the thought of what had just happened. I clocked out soon after, and caught the bus home. I couldn't get to sleep, and only after jerking off, thinking of that businessman getting sucked off by a waitress at the hotel, did I finally fall asleep with the cum drying on an old t-shirt.
I was off for two days, and I guessed that the nameless cocksucker would have checked out. During a break with a coworker, Dan, I asked about whether he had ever been propositioned by a guest. He smiled, knowingly and said, "Every once in a while. It's a fringe benefit that you should enjoy." Dan seemed much more worldly about these things as he was a senior at UCLA, and always had stories about his feminine conquests. His blond good looks and athletic build made him a ringer for the all-American-boy title.
"Even if it's a guy?", I asked.
"Let me tell you something," he replied. "You'd think a mouth is a mouth, but some of the best head I've had was from another guy at this hotel. They seem to know what men like, not like women that you have to teach. Not only that, but they usually let you come in their mouth, which is so much better than having to finish a blow job by jerking off. "
My dick was getting hard again, and a sweeping glance at Dan's crotch showed a bigger than usual bulge. He chuckled, and shrugged off the discomfort of the moment. "Hey, its no big deal. Try it, you might like it," he suggested, then turned and left the break room.
My curiosity piqued, but tempered by the demands of work, I returned to my station at the front desk, and spent the next few hours, uneventfully carting luggage, hailing cabs and answering phones. By mid evening I was tapped lighly on the shoulder, and was surprised to see my anonymous cocksucker standing awkwardly beside me.
"I owe you an apology," he began. "I startled you the other night, and was worried about you. I'm sorry if you were offended." He looked genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed beneath a head of soft looking brown hair. He looked more relaxed tonight, wearing a pair of 501's, a white T, and a leather bomber jacket. I smelled beer on his breath and cigarette smoke on his clothes, so he must have just got in from happy hour at a local bar.
"No problem, sir. No offense taken. Just caught me by surprise, that's all," I gamely replied.
He smiled, stepped back and gave me an appraising look. "Well, the offer still stands, if you're interested. I'll be in the rest of the night in room 503." Still smiling he turned and headed for the elevators.
You can probably guess that by 10pm, I had worked up enough nerve to knock on his door, my heart racing and my balls tingling. He opened the door, wearing the same outfit, sans jacket, and waved me into the room. I stood awkwardly as he walked toward me, noticing how well built he really was. The T shirt molded his chest perfectly and his arms were well veined and muscular.
"You ready for that blow job now?", he asked.
I could only nod as my mouth was as dry as a stone.
He slowly dropped to his knees and gently pressed his nose and lips to my crotch. He begin to kiss my rapidly growing bulge through my pants, and nuzzled my balls with his nose. My head was spinning, but my cock knew what to do, and it grew to it's full 8 1/2" height, straining at the top of my BVD's.
My cocksucker, never taking his eyes from my crotch, slowly undid my belt buckle, removed the clasp on my uniform pants and pulled my zipper down. Using both of his hands, he gently pulled down the top of my underwear and tucked it under my balls so that my dick and balls were now outside of my pants. A clear strand of precum, connected my stomach to the head of my prick. I looked at my cocksucker's face, and saw his rapt attention and slightly parted lips. I could only guess at his emotions, but I was never more sure about my own. I wanted my dick sucked, and sucked now. I wanted to push my dick into his mouth. I wanted to see his lips stretched around my shaft. I wanted to experience coming in his mouth just like Dan had described.
Pressing the base of my dick down so that it pointed straight at his lips, I took a small step forward to bring the head of my cock into contact with his lips. They parted slightly but not fully the way I wanted. I pushed harder and they started to give. More pressure got the head just past his lips and into the heat of his mouth. Finally he opened his jaws, and a steady thrust from my hips got my dick all the way into his mouth.
The feeling was indescribable. Better than any lube I had ever used to masturbate with. He was doing amazing things with his tounge to the underside of my dick. He backed off of it and then slid back down the full length, using every smooth surface in his mouth to give me pleasure. His lips perfectly framed my dick. His mouth seemed to be created for it, and I moaned with the pleasure of the moment. Up the length of the shaft again, and down again, twisting his head slightly to get a new surface angle, running his tounge over the veins and ridges that had only known my hand. This would be the blow job against which I would forever compare all others.
My baser instincts began to take over. Some primal part of my brain knew how to fuck, and it took over. My hands went to both sides of his head to hold the fuck-hole still, and my hips took over the piston-like action. I was oblivious to his need to breathe, swallow or adjust to a more comfortable position. I just needed to cum in his mouth. It seemed like just a few seconds, but several strokes later, the cum started to flow out of my nuts and into my cock. The muscles that controlled my orgasm began to spasm and an incredible feeling pulsed through my brain as I shot my cum into his mouth. I was sensitive enough to pull out slightly to give my cum room to flow into his mouth and not choke my cocksucker.
My breath heavy, I pulled out of his mouth and rested my cock-head on this lips. He closed them, looked me in the eye, and swallowed my load. Opening his lips again, he cleaned my cock of excess cum by gently licking it from top to bottom.
I shuddered with post orgasmic pleasure, and told him to put it back where he found it. Nodding, he gently placed my dick and balls back in my underwear, zipped up my trousers, buckled my belt and stood up. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and his 501's were bulging at the crotch. He pressed it against me, and breathed a cum scented thanks into my ear. Nodding, mutely, I headed for the door, and exited quickly, before he had a chance to say anything else.
Once again in the service elevator, I was breathless. This time out of exhilaration, not fear. What an incredible feeling that was. I wouldn't fear that experience again! If that's what cocksuckers did, then more power to them. The door opened to Dan's concerned face.
"Where have you been? We've been waiting for you to help some new guests."
"Just taking your advice", I replied. "I tried it, and, boy did I like it!"
And, it wasn't the last time.........