Room Service - A Gay Erotic Story

Kris Andersson

Description

When Joe inherits a hotel in his uncle's will, everybody thinks he's crazy to take it on. But past experience tells Joe that behind every door at the Du Maurier there's an erotic adventure waiting to be explored and enjoyed and he's more than happy to check in and check out the hot hairy hunks at the horniest hotel in town.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 04 avril 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781782347958
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
ROOM SERVICE
Check in and check out the hot hairy hunks at the horniest hotel in town!


By
Kris Andersson



Publisher Information
Room Service published in 2013
by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Kris Andersson
The right of Kris Andersson to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Chapter One - Checking In
I PLACED my suitcase down on the pavement and looked up at my legacy, the gift I had never expected to receive.
Of course everybody said I was stupid to even think about keeping the hotel Uncle Bill had left to me in his will but as I stood and looked at the driveway ahead of me and the handsome Victorian building that welcomed me, I felt sure I had made the right decision.
Okay, I knew that the old guy had claimed to have trouble making a go of things in recent years but that didn’t mean I couldn’t turn things around and tempt guests back into those ornate rooms.
But I knew deep down that I had another more personal reason I didn’t want to see the developers move in and the Du Maurier come crashing down.
I’d actually spent a summer working here when I was young, perhaps around 18, and even now, as I looked at the challenge that stared back at me, I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Jack, smooth skinned, blonde haired and blessed with the most responsive nipples a lover could wish to pleasure - not to mention a cock that for me, in my youthful horniness, could have registered as the eighth wonder of the world.
Uncle Bill had suggested that I might spend the summer at the Du Maurier after my exams - the pay was poor but there would be free food and accommodation and the tips could be generous for a young lad, he pointed out, who was keen to oblige.
To this day I wonder if the old man actually knew what sort of advice he was giving his 18-year-old nephew but it didn’t take me long to realise that middle aged businessmen liked nothing better than to have to emerge from the shower, a towel round their waist, droplets of water dripping from their chest hair, to answer the door to Room Service.
They’d smile and chat while I quickly set out dinner for one, always remembering to grin at their jokes and not look too interested in the damp patches of dark pubic hair that became increasingly exposed as their towels ‘accidentally’ slipped down towards their groins.
There was the one occasion when the towel fell away altogether and the man simply stood there smiling, waiting to see how I would react.
I responded like any decent 18-year-old would, of course, reaching down and handing him his towel.
“Thanks kid,” he said, sounding vaguely disappointed and not realizing that I felt disappointed too - but this was days before Jack and the start of my education and liberation.
“Here,” the stranger added, reaching for a wallet that was on the bedside table. “A tip. You’re a good kid.”
I took the £10 note and left - Uncle Bill had been right about the guests’ generosity and perhaps just didn’t know that beneath every solo male traveller’s loose fitting towel was a tool which, like the one I had just left unattended, was primed and ready for action.
Jack, the God-like 25-year-old Uncle Bill employed to look after the pool was the one who initiated me and showed me all I needed to be shown.
It was early evening and I was tidying the changing area when Jack walked in, dressed as ever in tight shorts and an equally snug white polo shirt.
“So Joe, how’s your day been?” he asked.
“Not so bad, plenty of tips and the guy in 37 was particularly generous - gave me twenty quid just for taking his bags up to the room.”
“You mean the old fella with the permanent hard on?” Jack laughed.
I blushed, wishing I could be as cool as him as I replied: “I didn’t notice - he was fully dressed in reception...”
“Yes, sure - but when he came down here he was wearing the tiniest pair of budgie smugglers you ever saw and after a quick dip he was lying on the sun bed for ages, watching me with a boner he couldn’t disguise. I was quite tempted for a while - but then I thought of what I’d rather be doing.”
“What’s that?”
“Fucking you of course.”
I blushed again and didn’t even attempt to reply, desperately hoping he couldn’t see the stirring in my groin.
He laughed and bent down to pick up a damp towel on the floor but then, when I least expected it, he reached out and grabbed a handful of my semi-erect stiffy that instantly strained and grew.
“I thought so,” he smiled again. “You won’t say it but you’ve been thinking about it for weeks, imagining what it would be like if I stepped out of these shorts, bent you over that bench and took your virginity.”
Without even waiting for a reply, he pulled me towards him, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, forcing my lips open with a tongue that then shot into my mouth and encouraged my own to respond.
Struggling only very weakly, I eventually broke away and gasped: “I, I...I’ve never...”
“No, I know you haven’t,” he laughed. “But you’re going to now so at least get out of you trousers and all that and let’s see what you’re got.”
He turned and locked the changing room door and then came back, pulled the polo shirt over his head and then yanked his shorts down - there were no pants underneath.
I stood and stared at the gorgeous golden smooth body, the two nipples that looked hard and tasty and then I looked down at the cock, long and hard, emerging from a cushion of blond curls, the tip a glistening, moist deep pink.
I wanted to get down on my knees and take that extraordinary member in my mouth but instead I simply did as I was told, stepping out of my clothes and liberating my own erection.
“Now that’s what I call a knob,” said Jack admiringly. “You’re going to do a lot of damage and give a lot of pleasure with that once you know how.”
He reached out to stroke it and I felt those first precious drops of pre-cum emerging from my bell end at the touch.
Then he kissed me again - warmly, passionately - and did exactly what he had said he would, bending me over the bench and spreading my legs apart.
“This might hurt a little the first time,” he whispered into my ear as he took his position behind me and I felt his member rub against my arse cheeks.
Then I gasped as I felt his fingers begin to probe my unexplored anus, preparing the way for the invasion to come.
I watched our reflection in the mirror ahead of us as, after gently massaging my back passage he stepped away and rummaged in the pocket of his discarded shorts for a small silver package.
I gasped - I’d seen pictures of a condom before but such was my innocence that I’d never seen one for real and here I was now, bent over ready to be entered and watching the most beautiful man I’d ever seen expertly rolling a jonny onto his massive tool
He placed his hands on my hips and smiled as he whispered: “Now brace yourself Joe. Like I said, it may not feel so good at first.”
I felt his rubber clad bell end pressing against my hole, butting against it, trying to find its way and then, with no extra warning, Jack gave one great thrust and my world exploded as I felt for the first time the deep bliss, the pain and the pleasure of a massive cock in my tight arse.
For just a second we both froze but then I felt him start to pump into me as I gasped at the sensation and I heard him groan: “Oh yes, Joe. Take it deep. Deep, deeper...”
His hands moved from my hips to my chest as he tweaked my nipples, pinching them and pulling at them while at the same time nibbling on my ear lobe.
It seemed as though the pleasure would never end but then I felt the pumping action become more urgent, stronger and more insistent until he could hold back no longer and with one groan of orgasmic delight, he shot his load and I felt him slump against my back.
I really did think as I stood bending over, the weight of my first lover still heavy against my back, that this would be all my pleasure for the day but after just a few seconds Jack stirred and I felt him withdraw from me.
Pulling off the condom and tossing it into a nearby wastebasket, he asked: “So did you like it? I guess you did - but that’s only the half of what we’re here for. Here kid - you’re going to need this.”
He’d reached into the pocked of his shorts again and produced another of the Durex packets which he now threw over to me.
“Slip that on and you can return the favour,” he said. “You know what’s expected of you now you’re a real man, don’t you?”
It felt strange to handle the rubber. Placing it over my sensitive glans and then unrolling it along the length of my very stiff shaft, which throbbed in anticipation as I watched Jack lie back on a bench, his legs wide open ready to receive what I had to give.
Instinctively I now knew what to do as I placed his legs up on my shoulders and positioned myself so I could begin my own journey into the unknown.”
“Yes, that’s it,” he groaned as he felt my knob press against his tight anus. “Harder Joe, harder...I’m ready for you my boy. Don’t worry about a thing. I can take everything you’ve got to give.”
Then, as I followed his earlier lead and