Summary: Sometimes my job has definite perks.
Note: 1) Please remember that unprotected sex can be very dangerous. Only engage in it without protection if you know and trust your lover or if you like things like Russian Roulette. Remember this is a work of fantasy, not reality.
2) This story involves graphic sex between 2 men. If this kind of thing offends you, you're in the wrong place to begin with.
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Many of you are aware of bellhops as those characters in movies that respond when a bell is rung at the front desk of a major hotel. And that's not too far off from the truth. But, beyond taking luggage up to a room or out to a cab, we have many other duties to perform. Some might even surprise you.
I work for a large downtown hotel. I've been a bellhop for several years since I was downsized out of my previous job. But, while the pay isn't that great, the tips can be quite sizable. And the stress is far lower. For a young single guy, it's just about the perfect job.
Even the uniform is kind of cool looking. Ours are dark blue tunics with white slacks. Gold buttons and white gloves. No hats too. (Those little pillboxes always irritated me in movies.) And my slightly long blonde hair contrasts with the uniform nicely.
Also, I've been told I fill out the uniform quite well too.
My hours are good. I work from 10 AM to 7 PM most of the time with two days off during the week. My meals are from the kitchen that serves the main dining room so I eat well but I get a lot of exercise both during and before work. (I get to use the hotel's gym and sauna before it opens to the public.) And I can get discounts on travel from the agency in our lobby.
So, all in all, I may take home a bit less than I used to, I also get to eat better than before and I don't have to pay fees to any gym.
And I owe it all to my old college roommate, Bob. He studied hotel management in school and is now the head concierge at the hotel. He knew I was having trouble landing a new job and suggested I try this for a while. That was over three years ago.
And I thank him just about every day.
One day, while I was in the process of thanking Bob for helping me out, he pulled my face off his cock to give me a tip. (Did I mention that he and I were lovers while we were roomies?) Seems the rich scion of one of America's more prominent families was coming to stay and Bob thought I could help out.
"You're the best worker I have. And you're totally dedicated to any task at hand. Or mouth," Bob said with a wink.
I smiled back, "Sounds great. Let me know where and when." Then I took his hardness in my mouth again.
Bob isn't too big, about average, but he has tremendous staying power. And, since I love a cock in my mouth more than just about anything else, that's perfect for me.
Nibbling lightly on the spongy head, I sucked in just the mushroom cap. I stuck my tongue into the slit and tasted his salty precum. Then I licked down the smooth shaft until my nose was tickled by his pubic hair.
Tracing back up the other side, I ran my tongue along the underside of the head until I reached the slit again. Teasing that for a few more seconds, I decided to expand my coverage. I pulled his pants further down and went after his balls.
Bob has nicely furry nuts. They tickle my tongue when I lick them and fell like velvet in my mouth. I can easily get both of his balls in my mouth to suck and lick them.
This time, I took turns with each one. I licked his scrotum thoroughly then sucked in the left nut to tease the tight skin over it. Then I moved over and sucked in the right testicle. Naturally, after that, I took both in my mouth.
After taking off my gloves, I used the fingers of my left hand to play with Bob's ass. I ran the tip of my finger around the tight hole then, taking a brief break from sucking his balls, I wet two of my fingers and slid one into him.
Bob's groan told me he was close. I'd been playing with him for nearly a half hour, after all.
I moved my mouth back up and took him into me, sucking hard. As I tongued the shaft in my mouth and rubbed the head against the back of my throat, I shoved the second finger into him and touched his prostate.
His body arcing off the chair, Bob came and came. It seemed like gallons of his milky-white cum flowed down my throat. But being so used to his orgasms, I happily swallowed his load.
Finally, he collapsed back into his desk chair, sighed and pulled my up to sit on his lap. I could feel his still-hard cock pressing against my thigh through my uniform pants as he turned my face to kiss me.
Bob loved to taste himself but only on or in someone else. He always reamed me after fucking me and we always kiss after blowjobs. This was one of his special, tongue swabs of my entire mouth.
After he got all the traces of his cum he could find, we just sat there slowly kissing and relaxing.
Finally, I had to get up. As I stood, I saw a smear of cum on my pants leg. Bob saw it too and swooped down on it, licking and sucking the material. When he finished, there was a larger wet spot on my thigh. It's a good thing I can get my uniforms dry-cleaned through the hotel.
Bob stood to fix his pants and said, "He'll be here day after tomorrow. I'll be sure to have you around then."
Giving my ex-lover another quick kiss, I said, "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Bob said.
Then I left his private office to head for the small locker room. Fortunately no one saw me with a large stain on my pants leg.
I was looking forward to our upcoming guest. I had heard that he was quite generous when it came to gratuities.
And I have to admit that it would be something to brag about to friends later.
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As it turned out, I had a longer wait than two days. Our guest decided it was time to visit old friends in Aspen or one of those western ski havens.
However, it was not a total loss, his personal assistant, Steve Cooper, came ahead to look things over. Bob acted as his host and told our guest if he needed anything to ask for Bob or myself and we would see to it.
Steve Cooper was a young man, about our age, so in his late 20s. He seemed, under the tailored suit, to have a pretty nice body. He had a pleasant smile, dark brown eyes and short, light brown hair. He seemed like a pretty likable guy.
A few hours after his arrival, Bob called me to the front desk. "Mike, I need you to go to Mr. Cooper's room and make sure everything is okay. Just a pleasant little check. I'd go but I have to meet with the catering staff. If there's any problem, page me."
"Okay Bob."
"If he needs anything, anything at all, I want you to take care of it. Okay?"
I headed up to the suite Mr Cooper was staying in. It had a front room with a view of the park, a bedroom to the left and a large bathroom to the right. There was a small wetbar and all the amenities you'd expect in such a hotel, including an entertainment center with a VCR, a DVD player and a large screen television.
And, by the way, it was a dump compared to the suite of rooms his boss would be occupying on his visit. If only I could live in such a 'dump'.
I knocked lightly on the door and heard a muffled, "Just a minute..."
After over a minute, the door opened and I saw our guest in one of the hotel's terrycloth robes. He looked like he'd taken a shower recently. And he smelled clean but I detected a trace of...
"Yes?" His question directed me back to the reason for my visit.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you. But Bob, Uh, Mr. Reynolds, asked me to see if everything is satisfactory. Can I get you anything? Or do anything for you?" I knew what I'd like to do for, and to him.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but could you take a look at the bedroom phone? Maybe I'm doing something wrong..."
I smiled and nodded. He showed me into the bedroom and I checked out the connections. I don't know what the problem was but, when I lifted the receiver, the phone was dead.
"I'll get housekeeping right on it," I promised.
"No rush. The living room one should work."
"Okay, but I will get it looked at. Can't have telephone problems in the city's premier hotel." We walked out into the main room and I noticed the entertainment center was open and in use. From the blank TV screen, I could see that the VCR, or the DVD, was engaged but off.
I went ahead and lifted the receiver of the main room's phone and it was dead too. 'Seems like the line to the suite might be down,' I thought. I didn't voice this as it might be bad for the hotel's image, especially to such an influential guest. Instead I blamed the phone company and said I'd get right on it. Then I turned to the door.
"If there's anything else you need Mr. Cooper, please feel free to ask for me. My name's Mike. Mike Bowman."
"Please, call me Steve," he said as he stuck out his hand. I grasped it, feeling a firm grip but gentle too. "You know, there is one thing. I'd like to order some room service but.." He gestured towards the useless phone.
"My pleasure. What would you like? I'll bring it right up."
He gave me a quick order for a club sandwich. I nodded and left with a quick "Be right back!"
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As it turned out, my blaming the phone company was a lucky guess. The lines in Midtown were down due to some problem at a switching center.
I went directly to the kitchen and gave Gretchen, the day chef, our guest's order and told her to let me know when it was ready. She understood the desire to give the white-glove treatment to certain guests.
Finally, nearly twenty minutes later, she brought a tray out to me in the lobby. Thanking her, I headed up in the elevator.
