Room 209 Chapter 4
I was pushing the cleaning trolley down the corridor and suddenly the door of 204 opened and Jonathan Wheeler came face to face with me! A moment for both faces to become decidedly crimson but I forced a laugh and told him he had caught me on my holiday job. No probs. He was not embarrassed and we stood and chatted a bit. I told him that I was at Oxford University and was plugging holes in my desperate bank balance - I was sinking faster than the Titanic at the end of term. He told me he like my sense of humour and that he too was known for some rather good lines at his school. His school was very academic and so the level of conversation and repartee between teachers and students was pretty strong he confided. You had to keep on your toes to survive, it seemed. I came from an ordinary Grammar School (not many left in England now!) in the Midlands - itself not without some academic excellence. Look at me! So that was that. Jackie loomed large at the other end of the corridor and wanted the trolley. "See you soon," Jonathan said as I left the presence of this extra-special guy. In fact he looked a sensation in some really cool summer clothes. It was perhaps a couple of hours later that I was just finishing with room 209. I made sure that Buds were replaced in the fridge and that the two left on the side were carefully put to one side on my trolley - I was desperate to see if any evidence of the bottle fuck was left on the neck. It made me rather horny just thinking about it. Mark and I had had such a wonderful show of Jonathan's brother and his friend making one hell of a sex scene the previous evening as we watched in secret behind the two-way mirror. The thought of it really started to make my pulse race. And then I was stopped in my tracks by a man and women who came into 209. "Ah! here you are" the man said. I looked particularly vacant as I didn't know the person at all. "Jonathan has told me all about you" Christ! What on earth had Jonathan said? I blushed so much especially as I stood close to the bed where Jonathan and I had reached the heights of delirium. "We have a spare ticket for Stratford and Jonathan suggested that you might be interested" the lady said. "We are Jonathan's parents and he tells us that you are at Oxford" the father continued. "Would you be interested? Be our guest." I could hardly believe my fortune. And it got better! "We were taking him but now we have to see some business friends. Jonathan will be meeting up with somebody from his school at the theatre and so you can have the spare one. His brother has already seen the play from his Prep School and we would hate it to go to waste, " the father added. And so I could not wait for the next day. Saturday would be worth waiting for. Friday was now going to seem like walking on air. I had a date for Saturday and the parents of the boy I adored had thrown us together! To celebrate, I went in the afternoon to the Leisure Club for a good swim and sauna. I was wanting to tell Mark about my good luck, but Friday was his day off and I felt ready to burst with my news. So, imagine my surprise when I got a prod in my side as I nodded off on a lounger by the pool. I jumped out of my slumber to find a grinning Mark bending over me. So, as he sat on the edge of the recliner next to me I told him about the day's developments. Suddenly I remembered! I had put the two Budweiser beer bottles on my cleaning trolley and had not taken them off in all the excitement of meeting Jonathan's parents. I told Mark and he suggested we both went up into the store room and recover them. So we both quickly changed and slipped upstairs and went to our secret place where we had witnessed so much delight in the bathroom of 209 through our mirror. I kept meaning to ask Mark how such a device came to be installed in the first place. But my mind at that moment was a bit preoccupied with finding the bottles. We slipped into the store room and locked the door. Sure enough, the two bottles were there on the bottom of the trolley and I brought them under the light to see which one might have been so well and truly used the previous night. Mark and I agreed which it must be by the tell-tale odor of stale beer and body conditioner which Simon had smeared down its neck. This made me rather horny (as usual) and I just couldn't help getting a hardon. Mark did too, as I saw him adjusting himself. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" he said to me. "Mmm" I could only reply as my imagination was racing wildly. And so we went to the supply cupboard and found some of the very same refill body lotions and I passed the unused Bud bottle to Mark. We dropped our trousers and pants, put ample lotion on our bottles and spread some on our arses. I gently inserted a finger using the moisture. How easily it entered. Mark bent over and did the same and he found it rather hard to try and insert his bottle behind him. I lay on the top of the laundry basket with some dirty linen to make it more comfortable and brought my legs over my chest. I wiggled the bottle up and down my arse crack before gentle inserting it. What a feeling! I slowly pushed it in and out and bit by bit a little more went in each time. The neck grew wider and so it stretched my hole each time. Initially my cock had gone down quite a lot, but it now had become hard again and gave me added sensations as I worked the bottle in circles such as we had seem Simon create. "This is wild!" mark exclaimed. "But this is wilder" I replied, "because I am using the bottle he had last night." "Swop?" Mark asked. "No way!" I retorted as I was making one hell of a sound with the bottle. Where the added lube was coming from I couldn't tell, but the slurping sound of my actions was quite terrific. "Let's have a go?" Mark asked. With that he came over to my basket and took hold of my bottle and he plunged it in and out as I spread my legs wider apart. I took hold of my jumping cock and pushed away from me. Mark began to wind the bottle in circles when as much as the neck was fully in. I groaned and moaned in extreme pleasure. This went on for some minutes and I no longer felt my muscles creating any resistance to Mark's ministrations. I was relaxed and totally abandoned to the delights of this novel fuck. Mark took the bottle out and I realised that he had stuck a finger in and with gentle force sensationally attacked my prostate. The bottle had done much to make it so sensitive but this was mind-blowing. Never had this happened to me before - and I so I begged him never to stop. He loved it. He grinned from ear to ear as he made me writhe with intense feelings. But it got even better as I realised that he now took his finger away and inserted the bottle again but this time he thrust it in quite sharply. After a minute or more of this, out went the bottle and to my amazement he gently - Oh! so gently - inserted the tip of his cock in my now very wide hole. He moved his hips ever so slowly back and forth and I began to feel that each time my resistance to his shaft grew less. I even now can recall the first sensation of my first full sex like this. Mark was so gentle and considerate. He knew exactly how to gently coax me into submitting to his complete length. He was powerfully rocking in and almost out of my hole. Each slow insertion brought fresh stimulation. The laundry basket was just the right height for Mark to lean over me and steady himself with straight arms. I looked up at his face which must have mirrored the same expression as mine. I wrapped my legs around his torso. I was conscious that Mark had fully sunk into the depths of my body and now he just made quicker and shorter movements. They became less short and increased in intensity as I knew that he was about to reach an orgasm. My hand was still clasped around my really hard cock and the movements that Mark was making was quite enough to bring me to a peak of stimulation. With one almighty thrust Mark came. His strength had been sapped by this long and exquisite fuck and he collapsed onto my body. He made innumerable little jerks of his hips as he pumped cum into me. I could feel the throbbing of his wonderful inches as he shot and shot. Such was the intensity of the moment I was totally unaware that I too had cum. My cum flowed all over my right hand. Mark raised himself a little so that he could look into my face. My cum was bonding our bodies together and as he so gently smiled at me I bent forward and kissed him. I had never before kissed another man. I never before had had sex with another man. I now believed that dreams can become true. But would some of my others?
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