This is another story that I wrote some time ago. It is purely vanilla but for those who enjoy some love and romance I hope you will find it worth reading.
The usual copyright rules apply, all comments are welcome.
ROOM SERVICE
I had worked in my uncle's hotel for eighteen months, since I left school, although I had been helping out since I could carry a tray. He's a fat old bastard but I need the money. He raised me after my parents died and he expected me to work all the hours God sends in gratitude. I had a chance to go to university but he decided that I would learn more waiting tables, cleaning rooms and tending bar. On a few occasions he was right.
I was working bar one night and the only customers were a couple sitting at one of the tables. It was obvious to me they weren't man and wife, in fact I got the impression that they didn't know each other very well. At about ten o'clock they finished their drinks and went upstairs and I took the chance to clear up and get ready to close at midnight. At about 11.40 the phone rang and the guy who had been in earlier asked if I could bring a bottle of vodka to his room. I explained that I was still on duty but promised to bring it as soon as I could after midnight. After huffing a little, he agreed to wait.
At twelve o'clock, I closed the bar, grabbed two glasses, a bucket of ice and a bottle of Smirnoff Blue Label, put them on a tray and went to room 206 to deliver. When I knocked, the guy opened the door wearing a bathrobe and beckoned me in. He grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap and took a mouthful, cursing the fucking bitch that led him on and then walked out on him. I waited 'til he finished ranting then made to leave but he grabbed my arm and said "Don't you find that women are more trouble than they are worth?" I muttered something about working long hours, not having time for women and he said, "You don't know how lucky you are. Sit down, have a drink" Well, I was off duty and had a late start next morning so I thought, "Why not, it makes a change from returning to my single room and reading myself to sleep". He poured two generous drinks and started to talk, telling me he was in town for one night, how he met this woman at a business meeting earlier in the day, how she had agreed to go out with him, what it had cost for a meal, that she agreed to stay the night but then changed her mind and walked out. "I would have been cheaper getting a prostitute", he said, at least I would have got what I paid for, and I would have got rid of this". At that he pulled open his bathrobe and showed a 7" hard-on that smacked against his stomach. I was taking a sip of vodka and choked at what I saw. He looked up and said, "Sorry, kid, I didn't mean to embarrass you". "No, no, its OK", I said, "I know the feeling, eighteen nights solid without a night off, I get like that myself at times" I could have told him that I was getting one right then. "Does this TV have a porn channel?" he asked. "Yes, but its pretty soft stuff", I said. "Oh, fuck it, lets watch anyway", he said, and turned the TV on. He poured two more drinks and pulled his chair round the table, nearer to mine for a better view of the screen and started to watch a crappy film where a sailor was playing with some blonde's tits. It was doing nothing for me, but pretty soon he was stroking on that dick and enjoying himself. While the film left me cold, the sight of his rampant meat was turning me on and my own dick was struggling for space inside my trousers. "In for a penny, in for a pound", I thought, "As long as he thinks it's the film that's turning me on, no damage is done", so I opened my trousers and joined him in a one-handed massage. He glanced over briefly at me, smiled and said, "This is the life, Eh? Who needs women". I agreed and took another swig of vodka. Eventually the woman in the film went down and took the guy's dick in her mouth. You didn't actually see her do it, just the back of her head rising and falling, but it was enough to get my companion moaning. "Lucky bastard", he said, "I'd give anything for a blow job right now". I tried to respond with something suitably macho, but only a squeak came out of my mouth. He looked round and caught me staring at his dick. He looked down, looked at me then looked at the TV. "Yep, I'd pay £20 right now for a decent blow job". He looked at me again and I just stared, frightened shitless in case he was kidding and intended to tell my uncle. That bastard would have killed me if he thought I did anything with one of his customers. He looked straight into my face and said, "Yes, £20, and I'm not to fussy who does it" I couldn't move, but he stood up, causing his dick to stick out at right angles and walked towards me, letting his dick swing from side to side. When he stopped in front of me, I leaned forward and took his balls in my hand as I wrapped my lips around his beautiful cock. I took as much as I could then pulled back to lick around the glistening head. He pushed forward, but I quickly put my hand around the base stopping him from ramming it right into my throat. I worked on it for a short while then gradually I eased my hand away allowing him to go deeper. As he reached my throat the guy in the film started shouting, Yes, Yes, Yes." That was enough to get him shooting a thick salty load into my mouth. I shot my own load as I tasted that slime on my tongue, then he just pulled away and turned the TV off. He quickly grabbed his wallet, took out two tens and handed them to me, practically throwing me out of the room. I went straight to my room, twenty pounds richer and a smile on my face knowing I would have a good night's sleep, no matter how guilty he might feel.
A few months later I was having one of my rare mornings off and planned to go to the beach, but as I cut through the kitchen to leave my uncle stopped me and said, "Before you go, just take these two breakfasts up to room 311, I'm short-handed this morning and apparently one of them isn't feeling too good. Rather than argue I grabbed the tray and took it up to the room. When I knocked someone shouted, "Come in", and I nudged the handle with my elbow and walked in. Room 311 is a twin room and a guy was lying on one of the beds moaning about a sore back. Looking around I saw his roommate standing in the bathroom in a pair of boxers brushing his teeth. I also noticed immediately that only one bed was messed up, the other hadn't been slept in, and a bottle of baby oil stood on the bedside cabinet. Now both of these guys were hot, I'm 6'2" and they were both taller than me, and although I keep myself trim and in shape, these guys were much more muscular, like swimmers. The guy on the bed told me to leave the breakfast, "I can't possibly eat anything, I've put my back out and I'm in agony", he said, "do you have any pain killers in this place?" Seizing the moment, I said, "What you need is a massage, I used to help out with the school football team and was told I'm quite good, if you want me to try". "Anything", he said, "Just help get rid of this pain". It was true I had given a few guys a rub down, but I wasn't trained or anything, but I tried to look professional as I knelt on the bed between his legs. I lifted the baby oil and dribbled it down his spine then started to rub it into his back, gently at first then more firmly. Whatever I was doing seemed to work because soon he was saying he felt much better and encouraging me to go on. He only had a sheet over him which was pulled down to his waist, so as I rubbed, I slowly worked my hands lower, moving the sheet down further and eventually bringing my hands from his shoulders all the way to the top of his buttocks. By this time he was sighing, and every time I came near his arse he would raise his hips to meet me. His roommate had come out to watch and was rubbing himself through his shorts. I looked round at him and he said, "Looks like you have a magic touch, I'd keep going if I were you." I brought my hands down and this time I trailed one of my fingers down the cleft of his arse causing him to wriggle and moan. Next time I pressed harder, touching his 'O' and sticking my finger in. He raised his hips right up and pushed against me, so I withdrew and put two fingers in. He was bucking against me, and I knew if I kept this up for too long, he would climax, so I withdrew, stood up and removed my trousers, the lay on top of him. I got more baby oil and smeared it round his hole then lubed my dick. I got my dick against his hole and pushed, finding that I slid in really easily. His roommate moved round, by this time his dick was in his hand and he knelt on the bed so that I could get my mouth around it. Fucking one and sucking the other, I was in heaven; it was as good as I had ever felt. The guy kneeling then took his cock out of my mouth and moved away, and the next thing I felt was baby oil being poured onto my arse and rubbed into my hole. I was a bit tighter than his roommate, but he was patient, opening me slowly. When he had me ready he got behind me and pushed. At first it felt too big, but I paused, waited until it felt OK and carried on ploughing the one below me while he picked up speed ramming my tight arse.
We kept it going as long as we could, but I gave way first, shooting a full load, my first in five days. This caused two things, the guy below me feeling my juice hit the walls of his arse, threw his head back and let a big load go all over the bed. At the same time, his mate, feeling my hole contract, filled me with his cum.
We collapsed on top of each other and just lay there for what seemed like hours, but was probably about 15 minutes. One of them asked if I was on duty and I said no, not until 2pm. He picked up the phone and asked the desk if, as his friend was feeling unwell, they could keep the room until about 3pm. After a bit of haggling, and them agreeing to pay a bit extra on their bill, it was agreed, and I spent the rest of the morning with them. I never did get to the beach that day, and they never got to eat their breakfast, but the things we did do were much more interesting.
Things were quiet after that, but only in the sex department. Work was as busy as ever and I was getting less and less time to my self. To be honest, I was too busy to even think about sex. What little time I had was spent daydreaming about my future. I had a small inheritance due to me at the age of twenty-one, and with less than a year to go, I was starting to make plans. They hadn't got very far beyond getting away from the hellhole I worked in. My uncle had dropped some heavy hints about me investing my money in the hotel and continuing working for him, but there was no chance of that happening. Since he had two sons of his own, both of whom had gone to university and made a career for themselves, I didn't even stand to inherit the place when the old pig died. No, I was getting out, I wouldn't even wait for the birthday cake.
One night I was tending bar, and for a change it was quite busy. My uncle's prices tended to encourage visitors to drink elsewhere, but tonight I had a crowd of businessmen in, and they were on expenses so the prices didn't bother them. I was kept going between tables and bar, and at first I didn't notice the new customer come in. I had been washing some glasses and when I looked up he was standing in front of me, 5'10" of solid hairy muscle. He was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a white silk, short-sleeved shirt and was wearing a tiny gold chain around his thick neck. I dropped the glass in my hand, smashing it against the sink, causing me to get really flustered. I asked him what I could get him as I tried to clean up the broken glass, and managed to cut my hand. Just a little nick, not anything to worry about, but it drew blood.
"Oh, shit", I said. I reached under the bar and got the first-aid box and took out a Band-Aid, but when I tried to open it I was all fingers and thumbs. The stranger put his hand out and said, in the deepest voice, "Here, let me do that." I handed him the plaster and he held on to my cut hand, removing the cover from the plaster and applying it to the wound, smoothing and rubbing it into place. My hand (and body) was shaking, but I managed to ask him again if he would like a drink. He ordered a bottle of beer and drank it by the neck. Watching him wrap his lips around that bottle was almost too much for me, I had to grab a cloth and go and wipe some tables. When I went back to the bar, the bottle was drained and he was gone.
Finally, the bar got quieter as the businessmen finally decided to go eat. Again I wiped the tables, emptied the ashtrays and collected the glasses. I was standing behind the bar, washing the glasses when that velvet baritone voice said "All that washing up must play havoc with your skin". I nearly broke another glass, but managed to retain my composure long enough to ask if he wanted another beer. Instead, he had a large singe malt whisky with ice and pulled up a barstool and started to chat.
Normally talking to customers is my strong point, but I wasn't making a good job of being entertaining that night. He asked my name, and I said "John", and couldn't think of anything to add, like asking him his. He told me anyway that his name was Giovanni, but he usually just got called Joe, he told me he was here for two nights on business, he told me he lived in the South of England, and all I did was nod. He sort of gave up then, deciding that I was too standoffish, and I realised I had made a real balls-up. Finally I found my voice and said, "I'm really sorry, I know I must seem really rude, it's just that I was a bit embarrassed at my behaviour before, very unprofessional. I hope you won't think me too stupid". He laughed and said, "Let's try again". He stuck out his big hand and I grabbed it to shake it. He held on for just that second too long and I said "If you keep this up you'll get me nervous again, and there won't be a glass left in the place by closing time."
We both relaxed a bit and thankfully the bar stayed quiet for the rest of the evening. At midnight I had to ask him to leave and he said, "Only if you leave with me, let's go find a club or something". I explained that I was on duty again the next morning at 7am, and I had to clear up and close the bar. He asked if I would join him in his room for a drink, and I said, "Yes, but let's skip the drink". "It's a deal, I'll be waiting for you".
I worked as fast as I could, then raced to my room. I was showered and changed in eight minutes, and I hurried down to his room. He was waiting in a black robe with white silk boxers underneath. I fell into his arms and he practically tore my clothes from me. He picked me up like a child and carried me to his bed, then he lay beside me. He ran those enormous hands over my smooth body while I pushed my open fingers through his thick body hair. He doesn't just have a hairy chest, but it goes all the way down his stomach too, as well as his arms and legs. He leaned on to me and kissed me, our tongues interlacing in ecstasy, and at the same time moved so that he lay on top of me. We kissed for several minutes, nibbling each other's lips before he moved his head to eat my face, biting at my nose and ears, licking my eyelids. Slowly he worked his way to my throat then my nipples eventually carrying on to take my cock into his mouth. He sucked on me then began licking my balls and thighs. Finally, he raised my legs and kissed me on my hole, letting his tongue linger and moisten me, before entering me. His weapon was considerably thicker than anything I had taken before, so it took great concentration and effort to accommodate him, but I wanted him so much I would have withstood anything to have him. Eventually the pain receded, leaving that beautiful warmth that we love. He moved slowly, pulling slightly, pushing gently, until his precum had lubricated me enough to allow him to take me properly. We fucked for the longest time, driving hard then slowing right down, changing position with me on top, until we could stand it no longer and he mounted his final assault and erupted within me, causing me to explode between our two bodies. We cuddled and fell asleep, although we awoke several times in the night and enjoyed the warmth and closeness of each other.
At six am, I awoke and began to suck on his sleeping cock, rousing it to full size before he awoke. When he gained consciousness, he responded and took my cock in his hand, pulling me to him until we were in position for a sixty-nine, which we both performed with relish. Unfortunately, we had to satisfy each other with some speed, because I had to return to my room and prepare for work, but before I left we made sure that both of us were completely sated. As I attempted to rise from the bed, he pulled me to him and kissed me; he asked me to make sure that I was available to spend the evening with him, and I said I would try but couldn't promise, but I knew my uncle would never agree.
Later in the morning I decided to ask anyway, but at the last moment I changed my mind and just told my uncle that I was taking the evening off.
He ranted for ages threatening to fire me and to throw me onto the street, but I refused to back down. I told him I hadn't had time off for over two weeks and I was finishing at 5pm. I watched for Joe returning and told him I would meet him at six in a bar I knew. That gave me time to shower and dress with the amount of care I felt Joe deserved.
When we met, it was all I could do to stop myself kissing him. He asked me if I had any difficulty getting time off and I told him the full story. He asked why I put up with such bullying and the story of my life just sort of came out. I explained that I would inherit the money left by my parents in a few months and I intended to get away and make a new start then, but I really needed to hang on until then to keep a roof over my head.
Joe took me for a meal and we talked more, but this time we talked of good things, of what we wanted from life and about we intended to do. Joe told me of how he had never found personal happiness to match his business success and we ended the evening with a toast to each other's future. Joe asked me if I would spend the night with him and I jumped at the offer, although I suggested that we enter the hotel separately. We walked back to the hotel, even holding hands briefly as we passed through an ill-lit part of town, then Joe went in while I waited around the corner for two minutes. When I got to Joe's room he was stripped waiting for me and we made love again, with the same passion as before. Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms, Joe suddenly sat up and said, "Come and stay with me". I was stunned; I couldn't understand what he meant. Now? When I left the hotel? For the Weekend? Finally I asked "When?" and he said, "Now, in the morning, let's do it". I made all sorts of excuses why it couldn't be done; talking about working my notice, collecting my wages etc., but he shrugged them away. "Come with me, I have a beautiful home and no one to share it. You can sort something out when we get there for your future, but don't let a few pounds wages hold you back." I was in a state of turmoil, I was shaking and Joe pulled me to him and held me tightly. I slept only fitfully, but in the morning I knew I had to do it. I went to my room and packed everything I had, then I phoned Joe's room to tell him I was ready and we went down to reception together. My uncle's face was a picture of incomprehension as he saw me walk towards the door with my luggage. As Joe went over to pay his bill my uncle finally found his voice and bellowed, "Where do you think you're going?" "He's leaving, with me", said Joe. "Why should he leave with you?" asked my uncle. "Because we love each other", said Joe. At that I walked over, put my arm around Joe's waist and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodbye, uncle", I said, "I can't say that it has been a pleasure, because you have made my life hell, but that is over now".
Joe lifted his suitcase then helped with some of mine and we walked out of the hotel together.
Joe offered me a job with his firm, but I didn't think that a good idea, so I took a job in a local restaurant. It is only temporary because I have already made arrangements to start university next year, and luckily there is a place available at the one only 12 miles from where we live. Joe lent me some money to buy a small car, so I can study and still be home every night to the man I love, and who loves me.