Room 209 Chapter 3
What a start to the day! I was quite drained by our secret show and our wank as we looked at Jonathan Wheeler through the two-way mirror of his bathroom. But Mark was due to be behind the Reception desk and I had to meet Jackie for our morning duty of bed-making and general chores of the day on the 2nd floor of the hotel. We started at 8.30am and I really hoped that I would not run into Jonathan. Thankfully 209 and 210 were the last on our list and it was always getting on for the mid-morning before we ever reached them. As the hotel was quite full, we had much work to do.
I think we were in 203 when Jackie's pager went off. She phoned the Desk and it seemed that we had to change everything in 209. Jonathan Wheeler, it seemed had gone. My heart was heavy and I felt totally deflated. What made him leave? Was it anything to do with what happen last night? All these things preoccupied my mind that more than once Jackie had to prod me with the end of the vacuum cleaner! When we got to 209, sure enough, all his things had gone and the door left ajar. It was my turn to do the bathrooms that morning and I was able to see if there were any tell-tale signs of Jonathan's immense orgasm a few hours earlier. The thought of it made me quite horny and I got quite a hardon. The thought that I had been watching behind the very mirror that I was polishing made the sensation all the more intense and I would have needed no encouragement to have a wank there and then.
"Come on! - coffee break now " Jackie called out as she tugged the cleaner and her trolley of polishes out of the door into the corridor. Taking one last lingering look at the bed and the scene of my last night's fantastic wank with Jonathan I closed the door. It then struck me that I must find out when and by whom the room will next be taken; so off to Reception to ask Mark I went. Mark was a handsome guy - late twenties, and had been Assistant Manager for about a year. I think he arrived the previous summer when I had been a waiter, just before I went up to Oxford.
"So - who's going in 209? I can't believe that our Master Wheeler would be leaving so soon. You told me that he and his parents were staying until the end of the weekend - another couple of nights at least" I hissed in his ear as he stood looking very smart in his black morning suit behind the rather handsome mahogany reception counter. "Oh! change of plans for the Wheelers" he said, as he his face broke into a most wonderful broad grin. "Parents had an SOS from a family where their youngest son was staying after breaking up at Prep school". Mark added. " Apparently it seems there is a domestic crisis and they asked if the little Wheeler could come over to stay with the rest of the family bringing his friend with him while things got sorted out." With an even bigger grin, he continued - " so I moved Jonathan into 204, a single room, and put Master Simon Wheeler and his friend into 209. - That might be fun!"
I then knew that Mark had even more responsibility than I thought. We both shot off into his office to have a coffee and he was able to tell me that he had fancied me from the first time he came to the hotel. It was an almost answer to his dreams when I suddenly appeared the other day asking for any spare-time work and the Chambermaid vacancy coincidentally falling on his lap to fill. He thought that I might be gay as I always seemed to pick the more beautiful guys to work with at the tables and I never seemed to have much to do with the girls who were there. One of the waitresses apparently been through most of the part-time staff during her summer - Mark even caught her having a wall fuck in the staff toilets with a 16 year old guy from the village on his first evening of training! But he never saw me going in her direction as he thought me particularly attractive and good looking and with a number of the girls sighing and dying over me in secret huddles in the staff canteen. Mark did not miss much - that was pretty evident!
"Come back this evening and we might catch some fun" Mark suggested. "I am finished at 7pm and I thought a spot of Bathroom watching might be in order. Are you game?" "Of course" I replied and I seemed also to replying for my twitching cock which began to make some stirrings. "I'll drop by the Bar at 9.30pm and we can get positioned" Mark said as we left his office.
Things were not as bad as I had at first thought. And my mind was wondering what Jonathan's younger brother might be like. At the appointed time I met up with Mark who had changed into some rather cool summer clothes and we carefully made our way up to the service room next to 209. We entered and he opened the big cupboard which concealed the see-though mirror. Apparently Master Simon Wheeler had already arrived. The whole family had finished dinner and we both thought that soon the boys would turn in. Mark told me that Simon's friend seemed a nice lad. Both of them not very tall, and he thought perhaps 11 or 12 years old. We sat whispering for a little time and suddenly we were taken aback by the light going on in the bathroom. The boys had arrived! Mark and I sat on a couple of big laundry baskets in silence and we saw a dark haired guy enter the bathroom and shut the door. To one side of the bathroom was the toilet and we watched as the guy stood sideways on to us and undid his zip to have a pee. Mark nudged me and whispered what a great time he sometimes had had sitting on one of these baskets, and this was the first time that anybody else had known the secret of 209. We watched the little guy have a pretty long pee and we could see the end of his cock being wiggled as he got rid of the last drops. "Could be a beauty" Mark observed. "I have seen some quite small cocks grow really big - fascinating you know" And he turned to see if someone else was going to use the toilet. Sure enough as one guy left another come in. He was slightly taller, a bit lanky I thought but really good looking. He was Jonathan's brother Simon, I was certain. I could tell by his profile - a profile that I had seen in great detail the night before when he wanked me so very gently while I lay at the mercy of his fingers.
Simon was obviously quite desperate as he started to undo his trousers as he walked across the bathroom. Even before he took a last step to reach the toilet a golden stream of pee shot out from a good 3 inches of cock. This was a cool spectacle and I suddenly realised that for quite sometime I had had a hardon. I had grown quite wet with pre-cum as we had been in the service room for about an hour waiting for all this. Simon took quite a time and he shot great bursts of pee into the bowl - we could hear it all too clearly. He sort of stood more sideways on to the toilet and he took an opportunity to view the bathroom. His eyes wandered around the room as he finished his pee, and then he caught sight of the mirror. My heart stopped for a moment as I imagined that he had spotted us! But he had spotted himself and he turn more to face the mirror as he watched himself finish. He was looking at his cock reflected in the mirror. He shook it and slightly opened his trousers a little wider as he pulled the complete length of his cock through the opening. Simon was titillated by this sight - just as much as Mark and me. "What will happen now?" I thought. I secretly hoped for much more than a pee! Simon came up to the basin beneath the mirror to wash his hands and it was possible to see his cock still protruding through flies. He soaped his hands and then he wrapped a hand around his cock and I saw him pull his foreskin fully back and he quite carefully washed his cock. He took a white towel and dabbed it dry and then popped it away. What a beautiful scene, but certainly not providing any steamy passion. "Hang on" Mark said. "What do you mean?" I enquired for I thought that the boys would just now go to bed. "I told them that they could have a drink from the mini-bar to make up for their change of plans" Mark confided. "Lets just give it another half hour!" he added. "Okay - I'm game!" I whispered.
I imagine it was about 20 minutes later when one of the boys rushed into the bathroom - he was only wearing shorts and brandished a bottle of beer. "See what I mean?"Mark said. Simon's friend ran in after him in a pair of white pants. They seemed a little merry on beer. They sat on the edge of the bath drinking from the bottle. We had a perfect view of their faces - now quite flushed. Then the smaller boy got up and started making funny faces in the mirror. Simon stood up and tried to out-do him. It seemed that Simon had finished his bottle as he made a grab for his friend's. He turned away and there was much laughter and shrieking as Simon tried to tickle him and snatch the bottle from his raised arm. The little guy was quite agile as he jumped onto the edge of the bath and he reached up trying to put his bottle on a high ledge reserved for spare bath towels. Simon was out-manoeuvred but suddenly took hold of each side of the white pant's elastic and yanked them down. A yell and much laughing ensued as the boy turned round to save his dignity. He had a bottle in one hand and the other which he needed to steady himself attached to the shower curtain rail, rendered himself helpless- and so there he stood on the edge of the bath directly looking at the mirror with his pants about his ankles and his cock with just a suggestion of curly hair about it in full view of Simon as well as us. Simon then took his empty bottle of Budwieser and stuck it in front of his friend's cock to suggest that he had an erection. They both giggled so loudly we thought that people in the neighbouring rooms would complain about the disturbance.
But the two boys thankfully seemed to grow quite serious. Simon was moving the bottle bottom around the other's cock - I was sure of it and they both looked intently at the reaction. He was getting a hardon for Simon moved the growing cock from side to side with the bottle. At each second the cock grew more hard and it sprang back more strongly until it was fully standing straight up and about 5 inches. It curved upwards towards his belly and had two really pronounced balls beneath. He seemed uncircumcised and we saw a dark purple head and a dead straight line leading down the centre of his cock dividing his nuts. It was a perfect cock. We then witnessed Simon put his beer bottle in front of his shorts and he moved his hand up and down the neck of it, simulating a wank. This was getting very exciting and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark getting his cock out of his trousers. In fact he was taking them right down. I had two sights to see and my eyes darted from one to the other - both were as exciting as the other! Simon put the bottle down and stood up and proudly showed a tent-pole in his shorts and without any hesitation slid them a little way down so his cock jumped to attention as the elastic released his erect young man-hood. He flipped it a bit to show how his also sprang back to a fine upright position and his friend did the same, not wanting to be out-done I thought.
Simon was uncircumcised - just like his brother, although his skin did not fully cover the head of his cock. It was only a little longer than his friend's but much thicker. In fact it seemed out of proportion to its length. It was a really massive trunk and I imagined that it would be more than he could encircle with one hand, even at his age now. What the hell would it be like in a couple of years, I thought. I just stared as in a few more seconds of twanging his cock it grew to its limit. His friend was similarly impressed as he too could not take his eyes off it. There was just a little more hair surrounding the base of Simon's - but between them they provided some sight for Mark and me. Mark was gently groaning o by my side as I saw him gently stroke his cock up and down - not in a real wank, but so slowly to the very base back to the tip. I too had released my hardon and with my 1st finger was gently rubbing the tip all over using my copious quantity of pre-cum.
But back to the bathroom! Simon stood now with his shorts taken off and grasped his cock with his hand. It was true - he could not fit his hand all the way round it and he made a few stokes which pushed his skin right back. I was so excited I felt light-headed and almost in a trance. Simon's friend came down from standing on the ledge of the bath and stood in front of him. He was a couple of inches shorter than Simon. And the tow of them looked down as each rubbed their cocks. It was not long that Simon's was being felt by his friend - "who wouldn't want to?" - I thought. His smaller hand on such a thick cock made it look even thicker. Simon reached forward and took his friend's. He took the head of it with two fingers with his thumb on the glands and slowly moved his thumb round in small circular motions. The boy threw his head back in rapture at this obvious sensation and his hand slipped away from Simon's cock. And then, if all this was not enough, Simon sat on the toilet seat and brought his friend's cock towards him. After a couple of seconds of maintaining this thumb-rubbing he stuck his tongue out and licked the very underneath of the cock head. He grasped the base of the cock and flicked his tongue ever so fast. We distinctly heard boyish squeals of "Ah! Aaah!" as the boys head and body began to twitch in uncontrollable jerks. Simon kept a steady hand and grasp on his cock. He then stopped and both smiled and laughed at their situation.
They reversed positions so that Simon had his great cock head just below his friend's face as he now sat down. But this time Simon took the initiative and grasped his cock as he gently rubbed it over his friend's lips. They parted, and little by little the head was invited in. Simon slowly moved his hips as a couple of inches went slowly in and out. Occasionally he stopped and it looked as if he moved his cock on the bottom teeth in his friend's mouth. It was now his turn to make low moanings and his face looked to the ceiling. This lasted a few minutes more. I had almost forgotten Mark next to me - such was this spectacle. On the washstand beneath the mirror through which we were viewing this scene, stood the Bud beer bottles. The boys both stood up and Simon took one of the bottles. He found one of the complimentary hotel tubes of body lotion and slapped some on the long neck of it. He put some more on his hand and rubbed his fingers up and down his arse crack. He passed the bottle to his right hand and then bent forward a little as he tried to insert it into his hole. His friend moved at the back of Simon - basically, I imagine to see what he was doing as well as to get a better view of the proceedings. And then the friend was instructed to take the beer bottle and complete the job. Simon had manoeuvred himself so he was bending over with his hands on the low side of the bath. It also meant that his arse stuck up straight at the mirror! Mark and I gasped as the friend began to slowly push some inches of the bottle's neck in and out of Simon. We could hear Simon giving directions and it was possible to see the bottle not only going slowly in and out but being pushed from side to side and in ever increasing circles. The latter movements were obviously making sublime friction on his prostate. Simon swayed his body to compliment the sensual fucking he was getting and his right hand was madly pumping his cock into a frenzied wank. We were too! From the enormous gasps of delight from the bathroom we knew that Simon had cum. Mark did too, but I saved myself for a moment. Simon took his hand which was full of his cum as well as the remnants of the body lotion and he sat on the edge of the bath. His school friend stood in front of him and Simon slid his hand into his arse crack. The friend gathered speed as he furiously wanked himself and as we saw Simon's middle finger totally disappear up into his friend the boy placed his legs further apart. Simon slid his finger in and out and at times when it was fully inserted he vibrated his whole hand. There was a tremendous howl as the knees of the boy buckled and cum shot all over Simons face and chest. Simon steadied him with his left hand and in the height of the teenage orgasm pushed a second finger into his arse and frantically brought his school friend to the greatest moment of his youthful life.
It was also mine!
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