Room Service Chapter 3
Room Service, a story by Josh Terrence
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Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.
This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.
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Chapter Three - Romance at the breakfast buffet
The dining area was busy this morning. Mom had checked in a whole construction crew earlier in the week and they'd taken up a block of five rooms. As a result, there were hot construction workers lined up at the breakfast buffet, all of them needing to grab a quick bite to eat before they had to leave for whatever job site they were working on. I was surreptitiously checking them all out, feeling my bubble butt shiver with desire as I stole glances at their bulges and their hard as steel buns. Most of them had cute faces, too, and even the ones who weren't as cute were still making me horny.
I had my eyes trained on one crew member in particular. He looked like he was about 22 or 23, with dirty blonde hair and a really cute smile. He sliced open an English muffin and scooped some scrambled eggs and a couple slices of bacon to make a sandwich, then he took a seat at a table with three other hunks and took a bite. I watched him open a small carton of milk and wash down a bite, feeling my horny bottom tremble as his Adam's apple flexed. He was smiling and talking just soft enough that I couldn't hear what he was saying, but his lips looked so kissable that I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
"Hello! Earth to Sebastian," Adam said, snapping me out of my dreamy gaze. I blushed deeply and gave him a wry smile, prompting him to wink at me. "I'll need a hand installing a TV in 126 this afternoon. Can you help me with that?"
"Yeah," I said softly, hoping that while we were alone we could have a little fun.
With that, Adam reached across the table and ruffled my hair, then he got up from our table and dumped his foam coffee cup in the trash before heading off to start his day. I watched his toned bubble butt as he made his way to the door, then I let my eyes scan the room while the faint smell of pee rolled into my nose, reminding me of the fun I'd just had with Wally and Conner.
By the time the guys cleared out, there were just a few guests sitting in the hall. Mom had gone to the front office to check guests out and give the early morning attendant a break, so I used the opportunity to get up from my spot and let my horny rear end sway from side to side as I sauntered up to the buffet to fix myself a plate of food.
I noticed a cute boy staring at me and smiled at him. He looked like he was around my age, maybe a little older, and he was wearing a pride bracelet on his wrist! Even cuter was his curly hair, which was dyed blue. He was sitting with his family, cramming a muffin in his mouth. When he smiled back, I bit my lower lip and batted my eyes at him. He got up and joined me at the breakfast bar, and I just had to find out his name.
"Hey," I said with a warm smile.
"Hey," he said back, smiling shyly. "Are you staying here?"
"I work here," I told him. "My mom's the owner."
"Cool," he said while we made eye contact. "My name's Caleb."
"I'm Sebastian," I replied, then I looked away bashfully before making my move. "How long are you guys here?"
"All summer, I think," he said, and I felt my boy pussy quiver with excitement. "My dad's working on the pipeline project."
"Wanna hang out later?" I asked, feeling my bashfulness wash away and my natural inclinations kicking in. "I have to do a few chores around the property but maybe we can hang out in my room."
This time it was his turn to blush and look away, but as he did, he nodded and batted his eyes at me. I gave him my number and he sent me a text right away so I could add him to my contacts. Right before he walked back to his table, I replied with a pride flag emoji and he gave me a cute smile.
After I ate, mom came to the buffet to help me tear it down. While we were working, she gave me a sniff and made a face.
"Honey you stink like pee," she said.
"Sorry mom," I said. "I was picking up trash behind the building and I must have knelt in dog pee."
"I hope you didn't stink out the guests," she told me, fanning her face. "Why don't you go get in the shower and change out of those clothes, puppy?"
"I wanted to wait until I get back from trash patrol," I told her. "And I still have to do poop patrol, too."
"That'll be fine," she said, then she handed me a covered plate of food that was practically overflowing. "Take this to Mr. Evans before you head out on trash patrol, okay?"
Mr. Evans is a really nice guy who panhandles at the edge of the property. The cops try to make him leave, but mom's made it clear that he's allowed to be here and not to bother him. He isn't aggressive about it at all -- he just stands there holding his sign. We take him food every morning and let him use the bathroom when he needs it.
When I brought Mr. Evans his plate, he took it with a grateful smile and sat cross legged on the grass while I sat beside him.
"You look really nice today, Mr. Evans," I complimented him while he chewed up a bite of sausage. "I was wondering if you wanted to come see me behind the dumpsters today."
Mr. Evans swallowed his bite of food and gave me a wink, then he said, "Sure thing, champ. But I might lose out on a few dollars if I come spend time with you."
"I can give you $10 for seeing me," I reminded him, then I put my hand on his thigh. "I'd really like it if we can hang out."
With a knowing smile, Mr. Evans nodded in agreement, then he said, "Give me about 15 minutes to eat my breakfast, then I'll head over."
Mr. Evans has the biggest dick I've ever seen. The first time I sucked it, I felt like I was falling in love with him. The first time he let me straddle it and slowly accept it up my ass, I was almost positive that I was in love with him. And when I was comfortable with his size and he said it was okay for me to start my very first ride, I almost blurted out "I love you!" as soon as I started moving my hips.
The dick is that good.
So when he said to meet him behind the dumpsters in 15 minutes, I didn't waste a second. I hurried to the room and lubed up for his pleasure stick, then I made a beeline for the dumpster and waited for my stud to join me. When he arrived, I was already naked from the waist down and fingering my ass while he unbuttoned his pants and unleashed his one eyed monster.
When it sprang free, I quickly wrapped my lips around the head and sucked it with a lust filled smile while I strummed my boy hole. When he was rock hard, I pulled off of his dick with a slurp and placed my hands against the metal dumpster. I spread my feet and looked over my shoulder as I jutted my hips back to present my ass for fucking. The lips of my fuck hole were fluttering as he grabbed my waist and lined his dick up to my entrance, then I felt it slide through and let out a long, feminine moan while my tiny boy cock stood at full attention. As his prick filled my hole to the brim, I felt bands of heat washing over my face while pleasure coursed down my legs.
I felt his pubes smashing into my deep crevice and responded by grinding my hips around in a circular motion, then I felt his grip on my hips tighten and he began feeding me deep thrusts. Because of our size difference, his thrusts were driving into my ass at a downward angle. This caused his massive fuck stick to tear across my prostate with even more pressure than usual, causing my boy hole to constrict as the pleasure signals poured into me. With each and every thrust, Mr. Evans pulled hot, feminine moans out of me that signaled the peak of my pleasure. Indeed, before I knew what had come over me, I found myself hurtling over the edge of anal ecstasy while I took thrust after thrust of my stud's prick.
While the flames of carnal decadency were sweeping through my 13 year old body, my top buried his rod up my ass and froze. I felt his hands move from my hips to the back of both thighs, then he gripped them tight and lifted me off the ground without pulling out. With my feet dangling in the air, Mr. Evans resumed his thrusting into my conquered rear end while I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. I felt him lick my ear lobe, then he kissed me on my flushed cheek. I turned my head and puckered my lips, and was rewarded with a mouthful of tongue while he used my ass like a flesh light. We broke our kiss and I had to hold onto the back of my knees while the pleasure overflowed from my ass.
We locked lips one more time, then he began fucking me harder and faster while my legs shook violently in the air. His tongue had invaded my mouth again and my frantic moans were slightly muffled, then he buried his rod up my ass for a final time and pumped me full of his seed. While he was unloading in my satisfied rear end, a final flourish of pleasure encased my body and I moaned accordingly. I could feel my body heaving with pleasure while my sphincter muscles opened and closed involuntarily around his pleasure pole, milking it for its load while I shivered through my breeding.
Finally, he broke our kiss and said, "How was that, sugar?"
My chest was heaving and my breathing was labored, but I managed to smile at him and nod my tacit approval at a job well done. With his dick still buried up my ass and my body still being supported by my talented top, I let my head fall back against his shoulder and sighed, "It was so good."
With that, he lifted my body so that his dick slid out of my spent hole. I felt my sphincter clamp down as soon as he pulled out, then it opened again and a rush of cool morning air flowed against the lips of my anus while he set me down. As soon as I was on my feet, I got back to work, sucking him clean while he petted my head and hissed with pleasure. At his urging, I pulled off of his prick for a final time, then I produced $10 and handed it to him with a dreamy smile on my face.
"Mr. Evans?" I said with a small voice.
"Yeah sugar?"
"Do you need the toilet?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure thing, babe," he said, then I watched with excited eyes as he aimed his softening prick at my face.
I watched his thighs relax while I opened wide, and was rewarded with a generous mouthful of hot, steaming pee that coursed from the end of his pleasure stick. I could hear it collecting in my mouth and knew there was a thick foam forming on the surface of his offering. When my mouth was full, I sealed my lips and swallowed while his yellow stream hit me in the face and ran down my torso.
With my first mouthful down, I opened wide and accepted the rest with a horny smile on my face. In a final show of devotion from my top, he aimed his waning stream at my sizzling little boner and soaked it, then he finished in my hair for me. I opened wide and he shook off on my tongue, then he hiked his pants and took off while I wallowed in the puddle of pee I was sitting in.
Coming Soon: Room to Room with Sebastian
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