Room 209 Chapter 5
Friday just zoomed by. I worked like a demon with Jackie and I finished my work in record time. I was able to visit the barbers and I went into town to get a new shirt and a tie - Stratford was pretty dressy and at Oxford I was not known as a natty dresser. Anyway, I wanted to look a bit special for this occasion with Jonathan. In fact I forgot all about Room 209 and its magical mirror where Simon (Jonathan's brother and his pal), were now staying. Saturday would have been as easy day for me but when I arrived to change into my uniform, Mark came bounding in with the glad tidings that Jackie had phoned in sick. Just my luck! Of all the days when I wanted to get finished early and prepare for the evening I would have to do the 2nd floor cleaning and changing of the beds all by myself. Bugger! So I did the best I could, thankful that only a few people were leaving and a few beds needed to be changed. Without really thinking I knocked on 204 - and entered when there was no reply. It was nearly 11am by this time and rarely were guests around. I suddenly stopped in my tracks for this was Jonathan's new room! He was out and so without Jackie bustling me along I had some time to explore my idol's room. First of all I looked under the bed to see if the porn mag was there. It wasn't. I also looked to see if there was the handkerchief - no! This was turning out to be so mundane. However, as I smoothed the sheets and tucked them in under the mattress I felt something damp. I pulled out the bottom sheet to see quite a damp patch spread around. I blushed as the thought came to me that Jonathan had fucked the bed. Sure enough, I smelt the sheet and the freshness of the linen was mingled with the unmistakable pungency of cum. I knelt by the bed and imagined the scene. I spread my arms on the bed and gently pushed my hardon against the mattress as my mind went wild with desire to have seen such a spectacle. With the first fuck still clear in my mind I secretly wished that I might have been a substitute for the mattress. I remained on my knees for quite sometime as I slowly ground my crotch against the hardness of the bed. The urge to do the same as Jonathan became overwhelming. I glanced up the bed and saw neatly laid beside the pillow, his pyjama bottoms. I reached for them and laid them down in front of me and I gently rubbed my hands over the front of them , all the time imagining that lovely cock which had given me so much pleasure some days before. Jonathan either was careless in catching his cum when he wanked or he had a multitude of wet dreams because there were quite a few patches of starched cum dotted around. The inside of them when I peeled back the fly hole had one or two patches which glistened with reasonably new cum. I was growing frantic with longing to be again with Jonathan. I touched the little patches gently with my index finger and slowly rubbed my finger around them, all the time pushing more strongly against the bed. I saw visions of intense sex between us and before I gave it another thought I undid my black uniform trousers and slid them along with my boxers, down my thighs. I moved back from the bed a little and with both my hands guided the cock-head into the crack between the mattress and the base of the bed, just at the position where Jonathan had knelt before. The sheet and the base of the bed, although quite smooth, seem really rough on my glands. I slid ever so slowly in and out and the sensation of slowly drawing the length of my cock out from under the weight of the mattress was an utter delight and before long I realised that I was not very far off from my orgasm. It was almost like a torture to go in and out and after thrusting my length into the interior of the crack I fell onto the top of the mattress and the added weight of my body firmly trapped my love machine and the tiniest of hip movements began to bring on the delicious sensation of this bed-fuck. I felt the warmth of my cum ooze all around the head of my cock - the foreskin completely peeled back due to the roughness of the bed. As I flopped motionless on Jonathan's bed the slightest movement of my body sent such sensations through the end of my cock. The wetness of my cum mingling for a second time with that of Jonathan's made the moment almost unbearably beautiful. As my cock began to go down ,I had to lift the mattress up to free it. The sensitivity was mind-blowing. I remember doing it in the bed like this before, but then I had wrapped some plastic around my cock to ease the painful nature of wanking like this. But this was the first time that I had gone all the way without some protection. I refolded his pyjamas and finished making the bed. I tied up and closed his wardrobe door. But just before it clicked shut I just caught a glimpse of something unusual, and I saw just the very small tip of something sticking out from under a small pile of clean shirts. I lifted the bottom shirt and found the end of a KY tube! I pulled it out and my breath stopped as I saw that the tube was three parts empty! This was a turn-up for the books. I put it back and made everything look tidy and untouched and closed the door. I hoped that I was not on a time and motion study - if so, I would have made new records for doing out a room! As I did the next couple of rooms my cock was still leaking cum and was making me feel just that little bit uncomfortable. It always does this too me, and sometimes when I had had a wank at school in the toilets, I would still get a tell-tale wet patch in my school trousers, no matter how well I cleaned up. I sometimes used to stuff a tissue in my pants but that was a bit embarrassing as it enlarged my bulge and occasionally rekindled my horny feelings in class. The last room was 209 in the corridor and after that I was finished, thank God. I wondered what evidence Jonathan's brother and his friend had left behind. Had they had another steamy time with the beer bottles? Perhaps! All looked pretty straight except for the odd sock and a T shirt lying on the floor behind a chair. There were no empty beer bottles today so I imagined that life had calmed down a little for these youngsters. However, when I was replenishing the Shampoo and Body Lotion tubes I found both of the lotions were empty! Well, I then did begin to imagine some more hot bathroom wanking such as Mark and I had witnessed through the double mirror. I vowed that sometime I would have to return to the store room and see for myself. Secretly I did not want Mark to come with me but as he had a key and I didn't, I wondered how I could manage it. Then it struck me! I had been given Jackie's key and so on her bunch of hotel keys was the key to my window seat for the dramas in 209's bathroom. I slipped it off the key ring before giving back the bunch to Jennifer, the Head Receptionist. I went home and prepared for the evening when Jonathan's parents were picking us up from the Hotel at 5pm. I couldn't believe the transformation in Jonathan when he cycled up to the hotel. he was waiting nonchalantly by the main entrance to the hotel foyer. He had been to the hairdressers and his cut was alarmingly beautiful. He was really smart and he reassured me with a great beaming smile. His parents soon appeared at the door with their new Volvo estate and off we sped down the M69 towards Coventry, the Warwick by-pass and to Stratford. It was a gloriously warm summer's evening and the place was crowded with tourists. We got caught in a small traffic jamb but I didn't mind at all. We had splendid conversation and in fact I found Jonathan's parents quite relaxing and not at all stuck-up. They were both lawyers and seemed to enjoy a pretty cool life-style. I sat in the front and Jonathan joined his mother in the back. We parked near the river and Jonathan and I got out and made our way across to the red-bricked theatre. many people in all their glamour were converging on this most famous of theatres. I just felt that this was the best night of my life. We met up with Jonathan's friend Dominic from school. And hear was another wildly beautiful oil painting. Almost black hair, quite long and so beautifully spoken. His voice was so confident it sent shivers down my back to think that someone so young should be so assured. He too was 16 like Jonathan and a scholar at the school where they went. They sat together and I felt a bit like a gooseberry. I tried to look for any signs of intimacy between them - but none showed. They were full of `in' bits of gossip from school and the laughed at frequent intervals before the start of the play. They even held some deep involved conversations about the production during the interval. These were too really erudite guys - even outclassing one or two folk who I knew at Oxford. But on the way home when Jonathan's parents pick us up we two sat on the back seat. Mrs Wheeler was in the front and she and her husband had much legal stuff to discuss. Jonathan and I talked a little and quite out of the blue Jonathan put his hand on mine which was resting on the seat between us. I froze. Then when I knew that he meant it to be there, I spread my fingers out in a fan and his slipped between and he pulled his fingers up to hold mine tight. I glanced his way and he gave the simplest of smiles. After some minutes of silence between us - Mr Wheeler, I seem to remember, commented on the quietness of the back seat! We made a feeble excuse in our own way about bathing in the language of the Bard and hoped that secretly and silently we could experience the bonding of our fingers. I moved my hands and began slowly to explore each of Jonathan's fingers. I even grew bolder and curling my thumb and first finger to form a circle, I gently wanked his thumb. He laughed a little and as we hit the street lights of the M69 junction I was able to see his erection firmly tenting his trousers. Before long we were back at the hotel and covering up our fronts with our jackets, we got out of the car and made our way into the hotel. I was asked if I would have a night-cap with them. Of course! Jonathan and I were casting full glances into each other's eyes. I was becoming so entirely flustered and silly. I excused myself while I went to see if Mark was on duty. Yes! He was there behind the desk. He would be on duty for another two or three hours at least - the worst shift of the day. As I was returning to the bar, Jonathan caught my arm and he said quite quickly "My room?". I didn't really know if it was a question or a demand. Anyway, there was no time for an answer as he proudly entered the bar and told his parents that he was off to bed. I thought it best to offer again my profuse thanks for the seat and opportunity of getting to Stratford. And the two of us shot into the lift and crashed out on the 2nd floor. We just looked at each other as the lift went swiftly up. After looking down the corridor for a clear exit we went down to Jonathan's room. He opened and let me go first. Neither of us put the light on - there was just a suggestion coming through the window from the lights around the outside of the hotel. I just stood in the room with Jonathan in front of me. I put out my arms to embrace him, but he took hold of my right hand and extended my first finger. He positioned the tip of it on his forehead and deliberately began to draw it down between his eyes. I felt the softness of his eye brows as it brushed past. Slowly down his nose and then to the top of his upper lip. He opened his mouth as my finger was gently inserted and his tongue wrapped incessantly around my finger. It was a insane feeling! After quite a time of him exploring my finger in this way he drew it out and I felt the contours of his chin - then his neck and the hump of his tie in his shirt collar. Still so slowly I felt my finger catch on each of his shirt buttons as he guided my willing hand further and further down his body. My breathing was becoming heavier as I knew what and where I was going. The slowness coupled to the temptation just to get there faster was hard to resist. Eventually, we paid a little stop at his belly button. My finger was guided through the front of his shirt and circled his hole until he gently insert my finger in and out of it. And then the journey continued. Gently we went over the top of his trousers and immediately I came to the top of his cock. Jonathan pressed my finger against the head and I knew that I was rubbing his little valley between his glands. He was breathing most erratically as my finger travelled the length of his cock and into the softness of his scrotum. Bending down a little Jonathan pushed the whole of my hand between my legs and shut them hard. I could feel the base of his cock as he squeezed in little jerks on my hand. I instinctively reached through even further as I was able to find his bottom with my longest finger. I gently rubbed and he began to groan and squirm in delicious pleasure. All the time I had almost cum in my trousers. The excitement was almost too much to bear. Little by little we moved to the bed and Jonathan fell on top of me - my hand still lodged between his legs and massaging his arse hole. Then he slid off me and then undid my shoes and removed my socks and then he moved upwards and began to find my tie. He undid it and slipped it off. He started with my top shirt button and gradually worked his way to the bottom, I lifted myself off the bed and he removed the shirt completely. I fell back and shivered with the expectancy of what eventually would happen. There was the giving of the top of my trousers as the button was released. There was the vibration of the zip being pulled down directly on top of my shaft. I raise my buttocks and off came the trousers. Gently my pants were pulled - all the time Jonathan not at any time touching my cock. It was so hard it was actually aching after all this time. Again I raised myself and off came the pants. I was now entirely naked and at his pleasure. There was some rustling and I saw in the gentle light of the room Jonathan taking off his clothes. Jonathan took my legs and turned me so that my feet now rested on the floor and my body lying on the bed. He stooped between my legs and push them wide apart. He took the ends of his fingers and positioning them on my knees slowly and quite hard drew the nails up the inside of my thighs to just below my balls. I remember my cock jumping and pumping while he did this quite a few times. I was in another world. I was out of this world! I groaned and I writhed in the mad hope that somehow he would touch my cock. But no! I was fit to burst when all at once he buried his face into the base of my cock and following the shaft allowed his lips to enfold my cock-head. My yell of delight must have been heard rooms away. This was unutterable pleasure! Never before had I had a lip anywhere near this holy of holies and I realised what I had missed through my teenage years. By hips began to meet the gentle licking and sucking that was being lavished on my cock and I drew very close to spilling everything into Jonathan's mouth. It did flash into my mind if he knew the consequences of such actions. But just then he stopped and he whispered into my ear. "Don't cum - I want it to be at the same time with you." "I'll try" I replied in as least a husky voice as possible. The emotion of the moment had affected me. "But I want you do cum in me. Would you?" he said ever so shyly. "Okay, but I am not far off cumming already" "Hang on!" Jonathan urged and he jumped off the bed and went to his wardrobe. He came back and brought the tube of KY! "What's this?" I said innocently. "Just something I use when I wank sometimes. A boy at school showed me how to use a finger in my arse when I wank and put things up to make a better one. It helps the fingers go in. Try!" And so I Jonathan lay on his tummy while I gently rubbed and cajoled his muscles to let my fingers travel freely in. His hole was really quite large - in fact as he brought his knees up to stick his arse up into the air I realised that I was able to gently slide three fingers in, granted not so very far up, but three nevertheless. Jonathan was to tell me later that at school he had experimented with another guy to see what was the biggest object that they could manage. It so happened to be the latest Deo roll-on bottle of Lynx with the glass base and the longest had been an 7" courgette from a greengrocer! Therefore, it was no wonder that with ease I could make his opening so wonderfully wide. I squeezed just a little on my cock to mingle with Jonathan's saliva and my copious pre-cum, and he gently positioned himself on his back and I stood by the bed. We had switched one bed-side light on and as I blinked in the new brightness of the room I gulped at the beauty of Jonathan's body beneath me. I took my cock and began to rub the head in the ample lube at the entrance of his gorgeous pink hole and without hardly a push he relaxed and the head glid in. The warmth and the strength of the surrounding muscles gripped and with my hand I slowly penetrated deeper and deeper at each push from my body. Jonathan's cock had lost some of its strength but now as he fondled it, it began to grow. As I gently push I saw his cock twitch and muscles deep inside him contracted around my own. I stopped when I found I had no more cock to go and my balls were pushed hard against the arse-hole. As Jonathan wanked quite hard to catch me up, the effects were electrifying on mine buried nearly 7" in him. I put my hands under each cheek and lifted him slightly up as he began to urge me to "go for it". And I moved back and forth to gain momentum and Jonathan rocked with me as I plunged in and out. The sound of his dribbling cock with pre-cum being whacked by his right hand and the slapping of my cock in his lubed passage, I was blowing my mind. Jonathan let out a really long sound of pleasure mingled with effort and as his crescendo reached its climax I reached mine deep inside him. He felt it and the immediate response was for him to explode his cum in great shots over his tummy. I felt intense contractions on my cock and as I gently carried on finishing my own orgasm Jonathan bucked and gasped as we both experienced the most wonderful moment of our lives. Each movement he made was utter indescribable pleasure.
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