Room 209
As ever, I was hard-up at the end of my first year at University. I live in the country, in a rather nice English village near some beauty spots. It is not much of a place for earning money in holidays although there is a large hotel built a couple of miles away which is a favourite place for conferences and package-tour stop-overs. Sometimes there were some small part-time jobs available when I was at school - mostly being a waiter or kitchen cleaner. I certainly found out how difficult it was to serve peas in an elegant way. You also got a good shouting out by numerous chiefs - but we never really took too much notice of them!
So, I called by the hotel one morning to see if I was too old to take up some waiting work - but to my amazement the Assistant Manager suggested that they could have a full-time job for the summer - but there was a catch! They were a chamber-maid short and needed to fill the gap as soon as possible - a girl (who was in the same position as myself away at college), had had to leave suddenly the previous day as she had an opportunity to visit Florida with friends. My financial situation suddenly took a turn for the better - and, although not immediately apparent, my holiday fun as well!
That all happened on Tuesday, and my work started the very next morning. I was assigned to one of the three Housekeepers and joined a middle-aged lady called Jackie as the other chamber-maid in the team. I was given a uniform which was the same as one of the Hall Porters. And so I was given instruction into how to make beds and clean rooms - an art that had rather escaped me at university. There were 38 rooms on our floor, some were suites and others more ordinary. It was a 4 star hotel and had a leisure club too.All guests had the use of it as well as the staff when off-duty. The perks were getting better! After a couple of days I was getting the hang of the routine and the opportunity of bumping into some of the guests. Most were business people, but as the summer season was beginning a few families were also arriving. The pool and the other leisure facilities were an added attraction for them. I was also finding out that some people were even more untidy than myself in the way that they left their rooms. One day when Jackie and I were making one bed in a particularly untidy room, my foot knocked against something just under the bed. I bent down and pulled it out - it was a girlie porno mag. I slid it back and my hand touched something else - it was a damp handkerchief. I put 2 and 2 together and felt it to see if my conclusion was correct. I was. It was extremely wet - in fact I found that some cum was attached to one of my fingers. I was able to briefly smell the unmistakable mustiness of cum before quickly wiping my hand in the final flourish of bed-making. Jackie was a quick worker and extremely good at her job. She had a good sense of humour and told me some of the `happenings' over the years that brightened her time at the hotel. While it was her turn to clean the bathroom it was mine to check the mini-bar. All was in order. My mind went back to the cum-covered handkerchief as I waited for Jackie, and in an impulse I went over to the bed and picked it up and put it into my own pocket. Somehow I found this simple article irresistible and wanted to view it in greater detail. Only one more room to go and I was then able to go to the Staff Changing Room to investigate my acquisition. But on the way I called by the Reception Desk to see who was in 209. "It is Jonathan Wheeler, I think" said Mark, the person on duty that morning as he scanned the big accommodation book. "His parents come tonight to stay after getting in from Italy and they are booked in for another two nights. They ordered 3 tickets for Stratford for Saturday as well. Jonathan, that's right...... he was here last night after a school friend of his dropped him off. Nice lad, about 16 or 17 I should say. Goes to a posh school by the sounds of it". Wow! With that, I went straight to the Changing Room and took out the handkerchief of Master Jonathan Wheeler from my pocket. It was now 10.30 in the morning and I was able easily to see that he had produced quite a load of cum. But the evidence also suggested that this was not the first occasion for its use as some parts of the material were stained and stiff. My heart was pounding and I had produced a really strong erection in imagining someone wanking and filling the handkerchief. Without another thought I went into a toilet cubicle, shut the door and took down my trousers. I sat down on the seat and began to wank. Quite a bit of pre-cum had already wetted my boxers and as I moved my foreskin up and down I made a loud wet slapping sound. In my left hand I clutched Jonathan Wheeler's cum and odour to my nose. I stuck my legs out in front with my black trousers around my ankles. I leaned back against the water cistern and thrust my cock up and down. I was imagining all sorts of wonderful things and as I reached my orgasm, I clasped my cock with the handkerchief and spurted 4 or 5 times into it. It was a wonderful sensation. I wondered what Jonathan Wheeler looked like and my mind created all sorts of visions. And then I thought that I just had to find out more and see who it was. I went back up to the 2nd floor and after knocking I used my pass key to slip into the room. Empty! I quickly put the handkerchief back under the side of the bed. I hoped that he would add more to our now joint cum-cloth. I could hardly wait for the morning to see. But I was on duty for most of the day until 5pm. Afterwards I decided on a swim in the hotel pool before returning home.
The pool and the leisure facilities were rather good. There was a kidney-shaped pool and nearby a sauna and a steam room. The gym was next to the changing rooms which were quite large with two shower cubicles. I changed and put my clothes in a locker and went to the pool. There were not too many people about; most sat or lay on recliners reading the ample supply of newspapers. There were about 5 youngsters with their parents and hardly anyone else using the pool. It was bliss just to plod up and down after such an extraordinary day - well the start of it was, anyway! After doing quite a few lengths I too found a spare recliner which had not been reserved with a towel and read one of the tabloids. After a short time I had a neighbour who came and collected his towel and sprawled out. Out of the corner of my eye as I read the paper I could see a teenage boy settling himself down. He was covered in perspiration and so must have come straight from the sauna or steam room. "People normally take a shower over there when they have been in the hot rooms", I remarked " It cools you off a bit". "Oh! thanks" said the youngster, "that would be a good idea. I didn't see it." He then stooped down and put on a pair of glasses which lay by the reclined and so off he went round to the other side of the pool where a shower was installed for this purpose. I was able to follow his progress - he must be about 16 I thought, and with his nice hair-cut was really good-looking. He had some cool designer glasses and with his bright navy swimming trunks, he was a real sight to see. Getting back on to his bed he smiled and thanked me before he stretched out and shut his eyes. I then could look more closely and view his body in greater detail. he was still with a smooth chest and I could see some little tufts of hair under his arms. But my eyes were drawn to his rather small swimming trunks and a bulge that pointed outwards to his left thigh. But from his navel a thin line of dark hair went down into his trunks. The sight made me gasp - it was hypnotic. I was reading (huh!) a rather sleazy tabloid that abounds in semi-nude pictures. Really! It was the only one available at the time I wanted one. But the view not 4 feet to my right was far better material. And so it was no surprise that I began to get an erection from looking at him. I sat as far back on my recliner so his head was level with my waist. It was possible now to see him more clearly. Conscious of my hardening cock, I rearranged myself so that in my shorts I could have as much room as possible. I have quite a thick cock, not so long - 6-1/2", and if trapped (as it often did at school in my underpants) gives me grief! I lifted the paper up to shield my hardon from the view of people in the pool and I slowly rubbed myself through the material. My cock made quite a tent post in my shorts. My eyes were transfixed by the sight next to me. I began to imagine that this guy's cock was growing! Was it? I blinked, and yes! it was. My heart really pounded and I started to shiver a bit. The excitement of such a scene. Then looking at his face, I saw that he didn't have his eyes fully shut. He smiled and quietly said that those pictures in the paper got many people horny! And then I realised that he couldn't see the inside of the paper and a big busted nude - he had seen me rubbing my cock! I blushed so hard and quickly let the paper fall. He nonchalently threw his towel over his erection. He then asked me if I was staying at the hotel as well. "As well?" My mind leapt. "Was this Jonathan Wheeler?" I said that I just used the club facilities now and again as I lived locally. He then told me that he had come the previous night and would be leaving in two days time on Sunday. "So it was Room 209!" I could hardly believe my luck - and then I blushed even more when I remembered that I had left my cum on his handkerchief beneath his bed. in that room. My imagination began to make me even bolder. I lifted the paper up a little so that my cock was again visible as well as a part of the picture on Page 3. I made some comment about what big tits the nude had. He didn't comment about her but he said that she obviously did a lot for me. I blushed and smiled and instinctively pushed my hips up making an even greater impression with my cock. Remembering that he had a porn mag also under his bed I brought the conversation easily around to talking about pictures being much more explicit in porn mags. Some, which I truthfully could tell him I had seen in Amsterdam, left nothing to the imagination. I then asked if he had seen any. He thought a bit and said that at his school there were quite a few mags passed around between the boys. It seemed that he was away at a boarding school in the South of England. I enquired what sort of things he had seen - "hard core?" I ventured. "Some" he replied laughing a little. "I imagine that you need some material to help you wank at a boarding school" I said, eagerly. "Quite right" he replied. Adjusting my cock rather forcefully so that he would notice, I suggested that I could do with some porn at that very moment. I left him to make up his mind why! I thought that he would never answer. "Would he say he had some?" I kept thinking. "Come on! Come on", I wished. And then he very quickly said that he had a mag and we could go and see it in his room if I liked! God! I just about died of heart failure. "When?" I asked him. "Anytime. What about now? My parents come back later." "Okay - if you are sure. Which room? (as if I didn't know!). "209." I said that I would quickly get changed and phone home to say I would be back later for supper. This little white lie made it possible for me not to be seen by him in my Hotel uniform! I went and changed into my jeans and sport's shirt in the Staff Changing Room and then made my way up to 209 - a route that I knew now quite well. I knocked, and Jonathan half opened the door and let me in. He was just putting on a dark blue shirt. He had one arm in and one out. He was wearing a light pair of jeans but was bare-footed. The jeans seemed a little too short for him - I couldn't help commenting! "I know", he replied " Matron says I have really shot up this last term. I think my folks will have to foot another big shopping bill!" And with that he gave such a laugh and his now drying hair flopped a bit over his eyes. "So, let's have a look at this mag of yours! I hope you meant it. I wouldn't want to embarrass you." "No way" he said "It's here - it belongs to a friend in my house and I forgot to give it back to him when he left for home yesterday." And he sat on the edge of the bed and reached under and produced a glossy covered porn mag which he put in the middle of the bed. I sat on the other side and leant across the double bed to see. It was a bit tatty - obviously it had been well loaned out. I could see why. It was quite strong and had some wonderful pictures of fucking and sucking in it. Jonathan then lay down on his side so that we could both get a better view of each page. He turned - and I made some suitable comment. He obviously knew the pages very well as he always slowly turned a really good picture much more slowly to tantalise me. But I had little time to really look at the pictures - I was too closely trying to catch a view of his quite evident bulge in his jeans. This in turn gave me another proud cock in mine which with great scuffling I rearranged. Jonathan laughed and did the same. We then got back to the last few pages. I must admit that there were some good pictures and I was more than impressed with some of the cocks. The models were not hunky, they were more European and I noticed that what text there was, it was in German. "That was cool!" as I thumbed back a couple of pages where an extremely lovely guy was having a wonderful cock being stroked by two pairs of hands. "That's fabulous" I observed to Jonathan. And I gently began to rub my own cock through my trousers. So did Jonathan, who seemed to be straining every stitch in his now over-tight jeans. "Can I use your bathroom for a wank" I asked, "I must have one!" "Fine. Go ahead" And so I opened the bathroom door and switched on the light. I stood in front of the big mirror and undid my trousers and pulled them down with my boxers. I parted my shirt and had a brilliant view of myself in the well polished mirror that Jackie had done earlier in the day. Slowly I went up and down my shaft. I wanted to take as long as I possibly could as I sometimes can cum so quickly. I moaned a little (basically for Jonathan's benefit), and I tried to make as much slapping sound as I could as well. After a short time I stood further back from the mirror so that I could look through the gap in the door which I purposely left ajar. I had a wonderful view of Jonathan lying on the bed with his cock sticking out of his jeans. I couldn't see his head but I realised that in that position he would be able to see me wanking through the gap. "Are you having one as well?" I called out innocently. "Yes. How's it going?" "Fine. This mirror is great, you know. It quite a turn-on doing it like this. Have you tried it here as well?" "No, not there." Jonathan said. "You should" I said breathlessly "you can imagine doing it to someone." Just then the door opened wider and Jonathan looked in. "Can I try as well? Would you mind?" "Would I! Hell" I said to myself. I just shook my head and smiled a limp smile as my concentration was all directed to my cock. Jonathan came and stood next to me and for the first time I saw what a wonderful vision he was. His hair had now dried and fell fabulously in a centre parting framing his bright eyes. His cock stood proudly from his jeans which were now being pushed down his legs. His shirt seemed to get in the way of his wanking hand and so he scrambled it off as well. As he was not wearing any shoes, he was able to shake his jeans away, and apart from his socks he stood naked in front of the mirror next to me. And in the mirror I looked at him as he was looking at me. In silence we slowly wanked ourselves, occasionally looking down at the top of our cocks. . We slowly maintained a rhythm between us and Jonathan more than me, kept thrusting his hips back and forth. I was determined not to cum first and so thought about everything under the sun to stop me doing so. After some minutes, Jonathan stopped and said that he preferred to lie down and do it, his legs ached standing up. "Lets do it on the bed now" he suggested to me and walked out and lay on the bed. I just simply followed after I slipped my trainers off and discarded my trousers and boxers from around my ankles. I lay down on his right side of the bed and we started our wank again. We both were humping up and down but at different rhythms and this made us burst out in laughter. It was such a mad thing to be doing - it broke the ice between us and we both giggled uncontrollably. We still had raging hardons and I was able to comment that Jonathan like me was uncircumcised. "Yes - a few guys I have seen at school have lost their's, and one of my friends finds it quite difficult to get enough slip, so he spits in his hand and that makes it work better" Jonathan told me seriously. I agreed and I was able to tell him that when I was about 13 I was easily able to wank in my trousers at school while my best friend couldn't because it was difficult to move his hand up and down. "Gently moving the foreskin made a wank last a whole lesson," I said "and nobody saw my arm going up and down!" I added. Jonathan started again to wank slowly and I decided to watch. "You finished?" he asked. "No - just having an idea" I answered. "What?" he enquired. "Well, you pump up and down a bit like me" I observed, "and I wondered if I held your foreskin, you could push up and down and bring yourself off like that. What do you think?" "I'll try it if you don't mind doing it. I'll do it for you as well afterwards if you like." he said matter-of-factly. And so I knelt in the middle of the bed next to his cock and I lightly wrapped my fist around the top of his cock. . He went up and down a few times but his skim went down too far and wouldn't come back up without stopping. "Shorter movements" I suggested "and lets put a pillow under your arse to make it easier." So we began again and I bent his cock away from him so it stood absolutely straight up I found his cock about the same size as mine although it was not so thick. It was a fabulous sensation - I just kept my hand steady and he controlled the pace. His pushes got shorter and quicker and instinctively I gripped his cock more strongly. Suddenly he bucked a couple of times quite strongly and let out a great "Ah!" and I felt his cock pulsate in my palm as a burst of cum flew into the air hitting his stomach. The next burst out and fell on my arm, and another came as he pushed right down and then flew upwards in my grip. I felt intense throbbings in the head of his cock and each time he thrust upwards I squeezed. His foreskin was pulled right back and his cum was flowing all down his cock and through and over my fingers. He was still enjoying every moment of his orgasm. He was oblivious to the situation - his eyes were firmly closed. He gasped and groaned as I still kept a hold. The cum was everywhere over us. "Grief! That's was just something" he eventually said. And with that he reach down under the bed and found his handkerchief. In the summer heat it must have dried, and so he opened out the man-made-starched cloth and started to clean himself. Little did he know that I was already on it too! I put a pillow under my bottom and Jonathan knelt beside me while I produced one of the best shows of my 19 year-old life. I urged Jonathan to use two hands, one on top of the other so that I could go up through his two fists. My skin was fully down and my copious pre-cum was ample lubeto do it this way. It did not take me very long and I was able to produce just as many shots as he had. I felt him squeeze me as he milked every drop from my cock - it was tremendous. I lay there for a moment to recover my breath. I looked to my side and thanked Jonathon. "That was a really cool time" I blushed. He was wiping his fingers on his handkerchief and smiled at me. He leaned forward and gently mopped my cum from around the base of my cock and from my belly. Being raised up on the pillow, cum had begun to make rivulets down towards my button. Just at that moment the telephone rang and brought us both back to reality. In his haste to receive the call Jonathan almost knocked the telephone and the bedside lamp on to the ground. We both stifled laughter as he was told that his parents had arrived at reception. So he flew around the room to get dressed whilst I did the same in the bathroom where my clothes were in a heap. I sat on the bed and put on my trainers and I saw Jonathan slip the handkerchief under the bed along with the porn magazine. "I wonder what will be there in the morning" I thought. And then my colour came up. "Christ! What if I should see him when I cam round with Jackie?" I should have told Jonathan, but there was just no time. He sprang out of the door and I heard voices down in the corridor and a greeting from Jonathan. A key was slipped into a lock. I heard a door open and then close. I made my way out down the corridor wondering just what tomorrow might bring.
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