0 comments/ 195121 views/ 31 favorites A Bellhop's Duties Ch. 01 By: John Smith 2003 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. * * * * * 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. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ 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!" ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ 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. As I neared his door, I heard voices and saw the door was slightly ajar. I realized I hadn't heard it click shut behind me when I left. I hoped he wouldn't be too upset. I listened to the voices, not wanting to interrupt anything important but trying not to eavesdrop at the same time. One thing I couldn't ignore was the statement, "I want to suck your cock now!" I was about to leave the tray outside the door, close it quietly and knock then leave. As I reached for the doorknob, I glanced into the suite. What I saw was not at all what I expected. Steve was on the couch, and while I couldn't be sure, I thought his robe was lying open. But, instead of seeing part of someone's head, I saw his arm moving. Then I glanced up and saw the TV was on. And boy, was it on! There on the oversized screen was a scene of a young blonde guy going to town on a large, throbbing cock! Steve was watching porn. And not just any porn but gay porn! Something inside of me urged me into the room. Quietly closing the door, I came up behind him and saw the robe was open and he was pumping his own dick slowly as he watched the boy sucking the man's dick on the television. There is often a sixth sense in a good bellhop that knows when and what a guest needs. This was one of those times. I placed my hands on Steve's shoulders as I said, "Can I be of service?" He jumped then scrambled out from under my hands. Pulling the robe around him quickly, he stood in front of the TV red-faced and trembling. "I... It's not... Please don't say..." I looked at Steve and smiled. "I meant what I said earlier about anything you need. And I do mean anything." I glanced down at his crotch. He was unsuccessful in covering his hardness when he whipped the robe on. And the man on the TV was really moaning as sucking sounds could also be heard. Before he could say or do anything more, I stepped around the couch and led him back. "Please, just relax." I knelt between his legs as I pulled the robe open. He had a great body, lightly muscled and practically hairless. The skin was smooth and pink until my eyes got to his crotch. There was a nice little bush of pubic hair, slightly darker than the hair on his head. Standing proudly out from his nest of fur was a nicely hard cock. His cock was lovely. It was seven or eight inches long and about four inches or so around. The shaft was lightly veined and smooth, the head was moist and absolutely lovely. I wrapped a gloved hand around it and stroked it gently. With my other hand, also gloved, I stroked the flat skin of his stomach up to his muscled chest. Steve closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation of a cottony touch. I know I do. I bent over and took him in my mouth. I laved the head and tasted his precum as I licked his slit, one thing I love to do. Then I proceeded to move up and down his shaft, my tongue in constant contact with his heated flesh. After bobbing on his dick for a few minutes, I moved on to his balls. They were shaved and smooth. What a delight! I suckled them for several minutes before moving back up to take his cock into my mouth again. Still wearing my cotton gloves, I cupped his balls gently in my hands, tickling and caressing them. After bobbing up and down a couple of times, I started to lick it like a lollipop. I took long, slow swipes up from the base to the head then swabbed down the other side of his shaft. One hand slipped to the back of my head caressingly, fingers running lightly through my blonde curls. It brought a wonderful frisson of pleasure to my body and made my already-hard dick even harder. I felt Steve's cock twitch and his ballsac tighten. He was about to go so I quickly took him back into my mouth. He fired blast after blast of hot spunk into my throat. Somehow I managed to swallow it all. It was delicious. After Steve came, I gently licked his dick clean then released it from my mouth. As I stood up, I said, "If I can be of service again..." Steve stood and touched my cheek tenderly. His other hand rested on my flat stomach, I could feel his heat through my tunic. "Do you have to go?" Before I could answer, he kissed me. It was a long, deep lover's kiss that thrilled me to my toes. My hands slid under his open robe to caress his back as our tongues danced together. His hands moved around me too. The hand that had touched my cheek now held the back of my head gently and his other rested in the small of my back. He pulled back from the kiss, shrugged off the robe to stand there in his glorious nudity, and asked, "So do you? Or can I convince you to stay?" I enjoyed his argument and, as I was about to regretfully tell him no, I remembered Bob telling me to take care of our guest. Smiling, I pulled Steve to me and resumed our kiss. Several long minutes later, he sat me down on the couch. Straddling my lap, his dick now recovered and standing proudly again, he sat facing me and leaned in. He licked my ear then nibbled the love, his teeth clicking on the simple gold stud there. Then he whispered, "You have too many clothes on..." He began to lick my lips and then the insides of my mouth as he worked at opening my tunic. Once the buttons were open, his strong, soft hands slid inside to caress my chest. (In the summer, I rarely wear anything under my jacket.) Pulling back, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "I'm glad I convinced you to stick around." I wrapped my hand around his renewed erection and said, "Oh yeah, you really had to twist my arm..." I took a moment to pull off my gloves. When Steve started to protest, I explained the difficulty of removing cum stains from the material. He laughed and slipped to the floor to help me off with my shoes and socks. Then he gently massaged my feet until they were like butter. After that he turned his attention to the waistband of my white pants. Looking at the tightness in the crotch, he giggled, "Is that for me?" I lifted my ass as he pulled my pants down my hips. Unlike my upper body, I was wearing briefs under my pants. But they were doing a bad job of containing the rage beast between my legs. Steve tossed my pants aside and ran his hands up from my feet to my thighs. His touch was sensuous and exciting while still being gentle. He leaned down and kissed my hard-on through my cotton jockeys. It twitched in response. When he ran his tongue along the cloth-covered length of me, it throbbed. "Oh, I think someone wants to come out and play," Steve teased. Leaning up, he kissed me quickly before he resumed stripping me. Normally I don't care for cutesy playful talk during sex but with Steve it was different. It added something to our activities. Once I was as naked as Steve, he wrapped his lips around my stiffness. His tongue played with the head of my cock then fluttered down the length of my shaft. His hand held me upright while the other played with my balls. I groaned loudly as he played with and love my cock. Much more of this and I would've shot into his mouth then and there. Which was exactly what Steve wanted. He pulled off for a moment and asked, "You're close, aren't you?" When I nodded, he dove back down on me, practically swallowing my cock. That magic tongue of his went to work as he gently pulled on my scrotum. In seconds, I yelled, "SSSSTEEEEVVVVVEEEE!" After that, the next thing I knew was Steve sitting next to me on the couch, holding me. When I opened my eyes, I smiled at him and kissed him. "Thank you. You are incredible." "So are you," he said. Then he kissed me, a long, wet, exciting kiss. After the kiss, we sat there watching the porn still playing on the TV. Occasionally I would shoot a glance at his dick or Steve would eye mine to see if we were recovered yet. Finally, Steve clicked off the TV, stood and held out his hand. "Join me in the shower?" I merely nodded and let him help me to my feet. A task I rewarded by kissing him. "Lead on, " I said after untangling my tongue from Steve's. And what a lovely sight it was to see his tight ass in front of me as we headed through the bedroom into the bathroom. I glanced at the whirlpool tub, thinking of the fun we could have there as he went to the shower. My attention was caught by Steve again as I watched him stretch a bit to turn on the shower. What a beautiful body! Steve steeped under the water and beckoned me to join him. We embraced under the warm, streaming water; the feel of his hard body against mine was deliciously erotic. Our still recovering cocks brushed each other and hardened some more. Kissing gently under the shower head, we caressed each other's wet bodies for several minutes. Then it was time to lather up... Taking the soap, I took my time rubbing every part of Steve I could as I built up a lathery foam on his torso. I paid particular attention to his groin and ass, which he seemed to appreciate, if his groans meant anything. As I washed the suds off Steve, he took the soap and started to rub it all over me. Soon, it was my turn to moan as he gently cleaned my body, especially the aforementioned pleasure spots. When a finger slipped into me, my moan became a loud groan of pleasure. "Looks like someone likes having their ass played with," Steve joked. I kissed him by way of saying yes. Now, I'm not a top or a bottom. I enjoy both giving and taking a hard cock in the ass. Bob was a bottom, except when it came to my blowjobs, and I was currently between anything like a steady lover so no one had really touched me there for a while. When Steve fingered me, it was (I hoped) a promise of bigger, and better, things to come. When I asked him if he planned to fuck me, he smiled and asked, "You want me too?" "Oh yes..." "Well, we'll see," he teased. "But first, I think there's something you need to take care of. After all, you want your guests happy, don't you?" Cupping his tight ass in both hands, I kneaded the firm cheeks as I replied, "I always believe in making the customer happy. How's this?" I poked a finger at his tight hole again and he yelped, "Oh yeah! Right there! I need you to fuck me..." A Bellhop's Duties Ch. 01 I drop to my knees in the shower, turned him around and spread his cheeks. Steve leaned against one of the walls of the shower as the water cascaded down his back and trickled past his anus. As I leaned in, I swear his ass winked at me. I laughed, "Your ass is winking at me!" "It just means it's happy," Steve replied with a giggle. That giggle changed to a low moan when I began to swab his tight little pucker. The low moan grew as I pushed my tongue into his ass, French kissing him down there. I took my time, licking the edge of his tight sphincter and pushing into him. By the steady state of his moaning, and the way his cute little ass shoved back at me as it moved around, I think Steve was enjoying my work. By this point, I was again hard as a rock. Reaching around, I foudn Steve was as well. Ah, the joys of being young. We were both ready to go again less than an hour after we both enjoyed marvelous blowjobs (if I do say so myself). I continued to rim his ass for some time though. In case you haven't picked up on it, I'm a very orally-fixated person. I love to use my mouth for pleasure - mine and my partner's. Finally, Steve stood straight. "I want your hard cock in me. Now!" Then as a nice, little afterthought, he added, "Please." I stood and held his hip with one hand while guiding my dick with the other. His ass was tight! It was apparent he was used to taking dicks up his ass but it must've been some time since he had been fucked. I slowly pushed with the flared head of my cock until it slipped into Steve. He moaned and fell forward onto his crossed arms. I stopped for a moment, "Are you alright?" "Oh yes... Please... More..." I happily obliged and shoved more of my length into him. Once I was buried to my pubic hair, I began to slowly saw in and out of him. I could feel his prostate as I went in deep and Steve felt it too. Every moan made my smile grow even as my excitement was growing. As I continued to fuck Steve's ass, he leaned back to me. Taking one hand from his hip, he guided it to his nipple. I willingly began to tweak and roll it as I thrust in and out of his hot, tight ass. It didn't take long before my cock exploded again, coating his rectum with my creamy cum. It was all I could do not to fall over onto Steve. I held him as my cock shrank, occasionally stroking his still-rigid dick. When I softened enough and slipped out, I dropped down and began to suck and lick his oozing asshole. After thoroughly cleaning him up, I stood and shared my treasure with him. All this time, the warm water of the shower was poring down on us. Thank God for the large hot-water heaters hotels use. Before we began to prune too much, Steve took my hand and led me out of the stall. Then he lovingly caressed me with a soft, absorbent towel. He even remembered to be careful of my still-sensitive dick. I then toweled him off, being equally careful of his hard cock for different reasons - I wanted him in my ass. Badly. Once dry, we stood and kissed before Steve took my hand and led me to the large bed in the other room. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ The phone rang as I was flat on my stomach with my new friend laying on top of me, slowly, gently fucking my ass. I groaned. What a time for the phones to start working. Amazingly, without missing a beat, Steve hit the speaker phone button. After a long moment, he said, "Yesss?" "Mr. Cooper, this is Bob at the front desk. I just called to let you know the phones are working again." I groaned lightly as Steve's dick prodded my prostate. "Is everything okay, Mr. Cooper?" Steve laughed. "Yesss. E-everything it just gr-reat!" "Good. Is Mike taking care of you?" "Oh God! Yes! He certainly is!" I didn't know whether to groan, laugh, or moan in pleasure. Fortunately, the conversation was at an end. "B-bob, if there's nothing el-else, I have a pressing engagement to...to attend to..." "Of course. Sorry to bother you Mr. Cooper." The line went dead and we both started to laugh. And this led to his cock moving around and around in my ass. What a feeling! Steve resumed his slow pistoning of my rectum as he kissed and licked the back of my neck and ear. Soon, his pace picked up and I knew I was about to receive another helping of his love potion. "Oh GOD!!! MIKE! I'MMM CCCUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!" As he blasted a load into my ass, coating my rectum with his sweet honey, I spurted yet another load into the sheets under me. My cries were muffled by the pillow under my head but Steve made up for that. Several minutes later, we lay in each other's arms, exchanging gentle sweet kisses while we gently touched and caressed each other. "God, you are fantastic, Mike! I love your ass, your cock, your mouth. I love..." I silenced him with a long loving kiss. "Let's just wait before we go too far. Okay?" I finally said. Steve laughed and caressed my asscheek, "Too far?" I smiled back at him, "You know what I mean." "Fair enough. But, as long as I'm in town, how about keeping me company? Here in the suite and while I take care of things in town." I looked deep into his dark, soulful eyes and said, "It'd be my pleasure." The kiss that followed was again incredible. The End (for now) A Bellhop's Duties Ch. 02 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 or more men. If this kind of thing offends you, you're in the wrong place to begin with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As you might recall from my previous tale, Steve Cooper, the executive assistant of one of the country's young heirs, was staying at the hotel that employs me. While I was only a 'lowly' bellhop, I was asked by my friend, boss, and occasional lover to take care of his every need. I found that to lead to one of the best weeks of sex I've ever had. I basically moved into Steve's suite and got paid to fuck and suck him. Or to let him fuck and suck me. Beyond the sex, there seemed to be something more between us. But we agreed not to discuss anything too deep too soon. After all, I was going to resume my bellhop duties when he left to accompany his boss on some globe-trotting excursion. The night before he left, we took our time and made love until the early hours. Since he had a very early flight, I left rather than stay the night. Our parting kiss was a bit wrenching but full of promise as he told me he was definitely recommending our hotel to his employer. The next day, after Steve left, I went in to see Bob. I hadn't really spent any time with him for over a week. While we weren't still lovers, I did take care of him on occasion. "So, I gather Mr. Cooper was pleased with our services?" I smiled, "Definitely. He said he was going to recommend us to the big guy." Bob's eyes lit up, "That's marvelous! You know what this means?" I did but let Bob go on, "Raises and promotions. You, my friend, may just become Assistant Concierge." My heart jumped at the words. That meant another ten grand a year! But I managed to contain myself and said, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Bob. Let's just make sure our new client has the best damned stay anywhere." Bob agreed then asked, "So, you seemed pretty buddy-buddy with Mr. Cooper..." When he winked I knew he knew and was okay with it. Even though we aren't lovers in the strictest sense anymore, we have both felt some pangs of jealousy when the other gets involved with someone. "I wasn't sure if I should even say anything..." Bob laughed, "Dude, that first day when I called up to the suite... If he wasn't fucking you, you were giving him one of your patented blowjobs." I smiled, enjoying the memory, "It was the former." "So? Was he any good?" "Bob, I have to tell you... I think I could fall for Steve. Big time. He's a wonderful lover, kind, gentle, sweet..." Then, realizing who I was talking to, I quickly added, "Not that you weren't incredible." "Mike, it's okay. What we had is in the past. And, to be honest, I think I've found someone too. So, if we're both lucky in the romance department, I'm very happy for us." "So, no need to 'thank you' for the job anymore?" I asked with a teasing smile. Bob leaned back in his chair and opened his pants. Out popped his hard-as-a-rock dick. He pumped it once and said, "Well, I wouldn't go that far..." I laughed and got between his legs, taking his hardness into my mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ About a month later, I got wonderful news. Steve was coming back. The only problem was his boss was coming with him. I shouldn't have been too surprised since Steve's solo visit was a rarity. Still, I was looking forward to seeing him again. We had talked often on the phone and we both felt the closeness growing. I hoped to see how much. The day came and a stretch limo (and I do mean stretch) pulled up before the hotel's entrance. People started to pile out of it like a circus clown car. Finally, I glimpsed Steve, his handsome face looking around searchingly. When he saw me, his face lit up in a dazzling smile that I mimicked. After Steve came the subject of this controlled mob. I won't use his real name but will just call him Brian. He was also quite handsome, as anyone who reads the scandal rags or the gossip magazines, or even watched E! will attest. But in real life, I came to know his special magnetism. To be honest, there were times when I was between boyfriends and I used him as a fantasy Prince Charming whisking me away to our own little love nest/mansion on the Mediterranean. While his appearance triggered memories of old fantasies, Steve's appearance triggered stronger, better memories of real times of love and lust. While I wouldn't say so to anyone, I really was falling in love with him. I could only hope he was with me too. Which would open another can of worms. Me a lowly bellhop, or even assistant concierge, and he a major aide to one of America's wealthiest young men. When would we get chances to be together? Or would we even be together? Then, those doubts vanished as Steve escorted Brian to the desk to sign in. I was there to help with the luggage and got a chance to brush Steve's fingers with my own and felt the pressure returned. Then I got busy directing a small army of bellhops to get the luggage safely to the various rooms on the top floor which Brian was renting in it's entirety. Steve took a minute to introduce me. "Brian, this is Mike. He was a great help while I was here last month. Mike, this is Brian _____." We shook hands as I told him to call me if he needed anything. He has a strong, confident handshake but not overpowering as many high-rollers seem to be. After he released my grip, I felt the tingle for some time. And his smile was etched in my brain too. (Probably seeking out my old fantasies.) A hour later, after getting the last bit of luggage settled in the right room, I stopped by the Presidential Suite where Brian was staying. The name is a bit of a misnomer, no president has slept there since Kennedy. "So, Steve says you're the man, Mike. Or is it Michael?" "Mike is fine, Mr. _____." "Please, call me Brian. Regardless of what you may have read, I'm not too pretentious. At least I hope I'm not. Am I Steve?" "Maybe a bit," Steve replied with a smile. Brian laughed, "That's why I love this guy. He's not afraid to speak his mind. What about you, Mike? Think you can handle me?" "uh... Well, I don't... That is..." "Brian, c'mon. Give him a break. He doesn't know your sense of humor yet." "Well, I'll give you a month, Mike. If you haven't figured out when I'm kidding or not, I'll eat my old varsity baseball hat. Now, both of you, get outta here. I'm taking a shower and then hitting the mattress." We quickly complied and left the suite. When we were in the hall, Steve started to laugh. I turned and shot him a look which stopped him immediately with a muttered, "Sorry." "So what's the deal with him?" "Once you get to know Brian, you'll understand. He's really a great guy. And fun to work for. I haven't regretted it once since I joined his crew." We reached his room, next door to the Presidential Suite. "Well, that's not entirely true. I did regret leaving last month but work..." While saying this, he was using his cardkey to open the room. I pushed him in and grabbed the back of his head, smothering any further words with my tongue in his mouth. Finally, after breaking the kiss, I asked, "So, you miss me?" He stroked the front of my uniform slacks, which were quite tight at the moment. "Oh yeah," he said. "Or is it you just miss that?" I asked with a glint in my eye. "Oh, I missed this big ol' thing here but I missed who it's attached to even more." In seconds we were on the couch kissing passionately. At the same time, I was busy trying to open Steve's pants. I wanted him in my hands, and my mouth, in the worst way. Steve moaned loudly into my mouth when my gloved hand wrapped around his throbbing meat. When I stroked it, his tongue mimicked the action against my tongue. Finally, I broke the kiss and moved down to his beautiful erection. I took a moment to just look at it, admiring the size, shape, and structure. Then I licked the head and down the shaft. After playing it like a lollipop, I sucked the entire thing into my mouth. I was in heaven. I felt like I could suck Steve's sweet meat for eternity. But, work also has a price so I skillfully brought him to a strong climax. Steve grabbed my blonde locks and blasted wave after wave of his delicious spunk into my mouth. I took it all happily. After swallowing most, I kissed him and shared his seed with him. "That's a down payment on later," I promised. Steve smiled and said, "Good. I can hardly wait." "When will you be free?" "Unfortunately, probably not before 10 PM. Is that okay?" I nodded, "I'll use my passkey and wait for you. Still got any porn to watch?" Steve laughed and shook his head. I found out about him by stumbling on him whacking off to gay porn. It was the only time we watched any the whole rest of the week he was here. "See ya, Hot Lips," he said, kissing me lightly. I left his room walking on air. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That night we made love for hours. We started slowly, just kissing and murmuring to each other while sitting on the couch. It started out sweet and tender and soon we were ready for the next step. Taking Steve's hand, I led him into the bedroom. Once there, we took turns removing each other's clothes, kissing newly revealed areas while we did so, but making a point of avoiding the turgid meat between our legs. That would come later. Although, when I was kneeling to remove Steve's socks, his beautiful dick was right there and oozing his sweet precum. I 'accidentally' rubbed it with my cheek. Steve helped me to my feet and licked his essence off me then shared the flavor with me. After a long kiss, we walked into the bathroom, our arms around each other's waists. The heat from his body was turning me on even more as we stepped into the shower. Then we began what had become a favorite foreplay ritual of ours. We took turns washing each other thoroughly. It involved the most sexual aspect of our evenings to that point when we would each clean the other's ass. I often cheated during the showers too and kissed Steve's semi-hard dick. On occasion, I'd even tickle the head with my tongue but that was as far as we would get in the stall. Most of the time we held each other and kissed. The feel of his hard body against mine while our tongues played and our hands stroked and caressed was always tender, fun, exciting and arousing. After drying each other, we returned to the bedroom. Facing each other on opposite sides of the king-sized bed, we'd crawl onto the mattress and walk towards each other on our knees. Our hands would reach out and grasp the other as we came together for still more kissing. This night was pretty much a replay of those nights before when we'd make love to each other as long as possible. We made out, showered, and ended up in bed naked. Tonight we moved into the classic 69 position and took each other into our mouths. We started slow, licking and kissing each other's hard shaft while fondling our partner's balls. I seemed to lead the way with Steve copying my actions. I started by treating him like a lollipop, a favorite method of mine. Slowly licking the shaft from the root to the head then swabbing all around the head and then licking down the shaft. I traced the veins with the tip of my tongue and traced the mushroom shape where the head swelled out from the shaft. Then I took him into my mouth and began to lick and suck. With Steve sucking me at the same time, and the fact that we were both highly aroused to begin with, it wasn't long before we both started to spasm and shoot our loads. Swallowing only a bit of Steve's cum, I moved around to kiss him. We faced each other and shared our semen, mixing it before swallowing it. The kiss didn't stop at that point as we both seemed to excel at sharing our emotions through our mouths and tongues. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Steve fell back onto the mattress. I lay next to him, my head resting on his shoulder as we recovered and readied ourselves for the next session of hot sex. That's when he brought up an idea I hadn't considered and wasn't sure I was ready to go along with. "Remember when you told me about how Brian had been a fantasy lover?" I nodded, "Yes. Why?" "He was for me too. And then, after I started working for him, I became his sex partner in real life." I pulled back. "You're lovers?!?" I was shocked and worried. Was I the other man in a relationship? And, even worse, was I falling in love with a man already in love with someone else? "We're not lovers. Not in the true sense of the word. Not like you and I...I hope." Steve looked at me with longing in his eyes and my dread slowly faded. "Brian and I realized that we could never be a couple but we did enjoy sex with each other on occasion." "Like Bob and I," I said. Steve knew all about Bob's and my relationship. But it was something I was already evaluating in light of my feelings for Steve. "Yes. And like the two of you, we enjoy hot sex. But there is none of the feeling that I have for...for you." Steve's eyes glistened as he said that. He quickly added, "I know we agreed not to talk about anything like this yet but..." I held his cheek and kissed him tenderly to let him know I understood and felt the same way. This tender, loving kiss helped to heat us both up and soon Steve was thrusting deep into my ass. After that wonderful fuck, it was my turn and I was soon sliding in and out of Steve's tight, hot ass. Later, we lay cuddling together, enjoying the feel of each other's seed in our rectums. As we lay and kissed softly, Steve talked about a time he and Brian had a third guy in bed with them. While I am far from a prude about such things, I wondered at it. And, my cock seemed to do the thinking for me. Somehow, after two massive cums, I was getting stiff again. Holding my hardening dick, Steve joked, "Seems you like the idea too." With that, he took me in his mouth and sucked me to a phenomenal third orgasm. After that, we adjourned to the bathroom for our usual post-coitus bath. The bathtubs in most of the suites are actually small jacuzzis and just right for two lovers to cuddle intimately in. We sat amidst the churning bubbles and kissed to show how we felt about each other. Seems silly now but, at that time, we were still too afraid to put our feelings into words. But our bodies betrayed us. And our kisses, like now, were magical. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next night, I returned to the suite about 9:30. I knew he wouldn't be there and I would be surprised if he made it there by 10. But, I couldn't wait. So, I made myself comfortable and light some pillar candles I had brought. After turning down the lights, the candle flames gave both the living room and the bedroom a wonderfully romantic touch. Then I stripped, showered, and put on one of the large, complimentary bathrobes with the hotel's initials on the breast. I put my gloves back on but I had requisitioned another pair so I wouldn't have to worry about cum stains. Then I reclined on the couch and waited for my man to arrive. He was so on time it was amazing. I heard the lock click and stood quickly. I had arranged the robe to hang open above the belt but to just cover me beneath. I knew, from the reflection in the mirror behind the bar, that the candle light was highlighting my hair and skin nicely. Steve froze, looking around the room in awe. "Oh my," he whispered. I walked up to him, removed his jacket and tie, then kissed him deeply. The kiss was fervently returned as he ran his hands over my terry-cloth covered back. I stepped back and said, "You have too much on..." Steve smiled happily and started to tear his clothes off. I slowed him down. After all, these duds would probably cost me a month's salary. He eased off but did toss them around willy-nilly. In moments, Steve was naked and, I could see, hard and practically dripping. Deciding to try something a bit different I took him in hand and led him to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and watched through the glass door of the shower as he cleaned himself. He was watching me as well. I sat with the robe still on but pulled open slightly. I sat and stared in loving awe at his body as he showered and slowly stroked myself. Steve saw this and stroked himself a couple of times. I pulled the robe closed as he shut off the shower. Taking a large towel, I slowly dried him off. I was particularly careful around his engorged crotch. He was truly excited tonight. With a gloved hand, I took his rock-hard cock and led him to the bedroom. I kissed him again and pushed him back onto the king-sized mattress then I dropped my robe to the floor. "Move over some," I whispered. Steve did and I crawled onto the mattress on my knees, my rigidness bouncing in front of me. Steve reached for it and just ran his fingertip around the head then along the little slit. I moved closer and lay atop him. We meshed from head to toe, our mouths fused, our torsos pressing against each other and our cocks rubbing together. Using my gloved hands, I roamed up and down his body as we kissed. He was especially sensitive near his armpits and as I neared his crotch. I ran one fingertip along his ear and he moaned into me. I feel I should share this. Whenever Steve moaned into my mouth during a kiss, my erection always seemed to grow almost painfully. So I tried to get him to do this every chance I got. I rolled to the side, pulling Steve with me; our kiss never breaking. We lay there for an untold length of time kissing and stroking each other. We were like teenagers who just discovered how hot French kissing can be. And it can be red-hot with the right person. We didn't break apart until I heard a muffled, "Oh, that is so beautiful..." Gasping, my heart in my throat, I rolled onto my back to see Brian standing at the foot of the bed. He was rubbing the crotch of a pair of silk pajama pants which were tented and showed a small wet spot on the front. "What the hell...?!?" I started to say. Steve touched my arm. "Mike, it's okay. Remember I told you last night that Brian is like us? Well, after I told him about you, he really wanted to meet you." I wasn't taking anything in at the moment but I did feel Steve slowly caress my still-hard cock. (Why I hadn't deflated is still a mystery to me.) "It seems you aren't too upset by my appearance, Mike. Would you mind if I joined the two of you?" My cock was thinking for me as I nodded slowly. I tried to ask a question (I cannot even recall what it was now) but Brian interrupted me. "You're probably wondering about all those women I've been reported with in the tabloids? And about Francine." I nodded although I knew that Brian had to be bisexual at least. Brian untied his pants and began to slowly stroke a very attractive cock as he said, "I keep up a front for the tabloids with girls but I prefer men." His eyes moved from Steve's body to mine. "I have to be cool for the family. My grandfather would not understand his favorite preferring cock to cunt." I glanced at Steve, who had been stroking my chest lightly. I had to ask what in hindsight was a stupid, inane question. "But you're engaged to...that hot young pop star, Francine Lance." "Cover for both of us. She prefers the ladies and I prefer men. So being together gives us the alibi for not playing the field while still appearing straight. It really is so much easier not having to pretend to be with a girl I'm not interested in and still come across as straight for the press. And being engaged to a girl that People called one of the top 10 sexiest girls in the world makes it hard for the tabloids to give any credence to rumors of my real sexual antics." A Bellhop's Duties Ch. 02 I noticed the head of his meat was glistening slightly and images of old fantasies rose up in my head. Having seen him, in photographs, in bikini swim briefs, I knew what his body would look like. And I was not disappointed. His form was nicely sculpted but not overdone, much like Steve's and my bodies. But, unlike my lover and I, he had some body hair. Soft brown hair covered a portion of his chest and trailed down to his crotch. He had some hair on his legs and arms as well. But not too much for my taste. Brian came over and knelt on my side of the bed, his cock waving in the air. I glanced again at Steve who nodded and smiled, then I took it in gloved hand and pumped it a couple of times. It filled my grip as I leaned over and licked Brian's precum. He gave a little groan while I savored the salty taste. Steve leaned against my back as he moved his face up next to mine. He took a good lick at the purple head of Brian's penis then kissed me. That seemed to decide it. We pulled Brian down to lay on his back between us. Steve and I began to lick his shaft up to the head, our tongues meeting often. We both sucked on the head, sharing it in a fun cock-filled French kiss. Our hands joined in stroking and massaging Brian's hairy balls as well. Soon we settled on a pattern. I would suck on the head while Steve would lick up and down the shaft. Then we'd switch and I'd lick his shaft like a sucker and Steve would tongue and suck on the flared head. Brian moaned encouragement as he stroked our heads. He seemed to like what we were doing. I knew I was and, when I took his hard cock gently in hand, I knew Steve was too. Steve tried to reach mine as well but I was prone on my stomach so he settled for caressing my butt and playing with my asshole. Brian bucked once on the bed and pried us off his dick. When I looked up at him, he smiled and said, "I do not want to come too soon. Come up here." We both moved up next to him. Brian took my face in his hands and gently kissed me. His tongue was soft and wet and insistent as it entered my mouth. My hand stroked the hair on his chest while I felt Steve's tongue on my ear. I opened one eye and saw him move to lick Brian's ear as well. Brian broke our kiss and turned to Steve. It was rather beautiful how gently this rich, powerful man held Steve's face and tenderly kissed him. Rather than feel jealous, I was incredibly turned on. I leaned over and licked Brian's nipples while watching these two lovely men kiss so sweetly and passionately. (Steve later told me that he got off on watching Brian and I kiss too so I guess we were even.) Then it was my turn to kiss Steve, something I never seemed to tire of. While Frenching Steve, I ran one gloved hand down to hold Brian firmly. I felt his rumbling purr through his chest while I was leaning across him to kiss my lover. Brian was active while Steve and I dueled with our tongues. His hands roamed freely down to my asshole where a finger poked me playfully. From Steve's moans, I guessed that Brian was doing the same to him. We broke our kiss and looked at Brian. He was smiling. "You two are so perfect... I could just lay here and watch you make love all night." Steve glanced at me and said, "But joining in is much more fun." I nodded as I felt Brian's dick jerk in my hands. He obviously liked joining in too. "I want you to fuck me, Mike," Brian announced. I nodded again and we began to move around on the big bed. Brian got on his hands and knees and I moved behind him. Steve joined me and we took turns licking his hairy ass. Once my tongue moved inside easily, I probed a bit then switched and shoved my fingers into him to loosen the boy up. Steve was busy sucking my cock to get it ready to enter his boss. His mouth was like magic on me. I had to push him off or I'd shoot right there. Finally, the moment came and I lay back, letting Brian move above me. He slowly eased himself onto my hard cock. His ass was so warm and tight. I could tell I was far from the first to fuck him but he seemed to keep his sphincter tight. Once I slid into him, he began to move up and down on me. He occasionally rolled his hips as well setting up more friction. Every downthrust brought a moan from Brian. On the upthrust, I felt him rise up until just the head of my dick was in his ass before thrusting it back down. It was a dream come true. I was fucking one of the richest men in the country who I used to fantasize about. And it was better than I ever dreamed. Just the thought that I knew something special about him that almost no one else did was great but the fact that I was getting to fuck one of the most eligible bachelors in America was incredibly exciting. Steve, obviously an old hand at pleasing his boss, straddled me to enjoy Brian's mouth on his cock. Brian's mouth on Steve's dick quickly mirrored my dick in his ass. I pulled Steve down to sit on my face. I slowly tongue-fucked Steve's sphincter as Brian rode me and sucked Steve's cock. It was one of the hottest sex sessions of my life. In moment I felt like gallons of my cum was flooding Brian's rectum as I screamed into Steve's ass. Brian yelled out as I came too. He grabbed his dick and held it tightly and bellowed. Somehow he managed to keep from shooting onto the sheets beneath him. I soon found out that Brian, while young and energetic like Steve and I, could not experience more than one orgasm at a time. But when he did cum, it more than made up for that. That was to occur a bit later. Meanwhile, Brian lay on his back while Steve and I lay on either side of him. We took turns kissing each other and I found myself playing idly with the soft carpet of brown fur on Brian's chest. I twined it a bit in my fingers then slowly stroked it back into place, my hand following the flow of his hair until my fingers were brushing through his tight, curly pubic hair. This caused Brian to build up steam again and I could feel his hardening dick with my fingers. To help him along, Steve and I both licked his nipples. Brian held our heads gently to his chest as we did so. Finally he lifted my head, kissed me deeply and asked, "May I fuck you?" My response was a huge smile. I was about to get my ass filled with my fantasy lover's cock! I glanced at Steve and found him smiling at me. He apparently wanted to watch me get filled by his boss as well. He kissed me and whispered, "Go ahead. He's marvelous." Rather than fill me with jealousy at the thought of Steve being fucked by Brian, I was thrilled to get the same chance. I quickly got on my hands and knees, wagging my ass in the air. That is my favorite position, taken from behind doggie-style. I fell so beautifully under the control of whoever is fucking me. While I like control when it comes to oral sex and fucking my lover, I really get off on giving up control when it's my turn to be fucked. Brian got behind me and I yelped in pleasure as I felt his tongue begin to swab then probe my tight ass. He was quite talented at eating a man's ass and soon had me squirming with delight. I looked down between my legs to see Steve sucking on Brian, getting him hard and wet for my ass. I was definitely going to enjoy this. Brian asked, "You ready?" "As I'll ever be. Put that cock in me!" Steve's hand rested on my ass as he steered his boss's cock into my waiting ass. As that wonderful piece of meat pushed as my tight opening, Steve used his free hand to caress my ass then moved down to massage the area around my sphincter with his finger tip. I felt myself opening and then felt Brian's cockhead slip into me. In seconds he was buried to the hilt. I moved my hips as he sat nestled inside my rectum. He began to push in and out. I found a rhythm to move my hips in sync with his cock. I also squeezed my ass muscles when he pulled back, leaving only the head in me. Steve got in front of me and kissed me. His tongue moved with loose abandon in my mouth and I was loving it. But I wanted more. Sensing my need without words, Steve knelt before me and fed me his luscious cock. I took it happily, slobbering and licking the stiff meat. I was in heaven being taken at both ends. I managed to create a new rhythm between the cock in my ass and the one in my mouth. As Brian pulled back, I took more of Steve into my mouth. As Brian shoved into me, I pulled back on Steve's cock and licked just the head as it rested between my lips. This pattern seemed to last for a wonderfully long time. But all good things must come to an end and this was no exception. First Brian blasted his seed into my ass with a titanic roar coming from him. That helped trigger Steve to fire his volley of cum into my waiting mouth. Unless you've experienced it yourself, I don't know if you can totally appreciate how exciting it is to enjoy two different men's cum in your ass and in your mouth. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. And I hadn't cum myself. After my lovers pulled out, I collapsed on the bed, my hard cock pressing into the mattress. Steve and Brian rolled me over and shifted ends. Steve moved between my legs and began to suck Brian's cum from my ass. The slurping sound made me harder than ever. Steve grasped me and began to pump as his tongue reached into me and scooped out the jism inside. Brian leaned over and kissed me heatedly, tasting Steve's cum in my mouth. I ran my hands over his sweaty, furry chest as we kissed. In moments, Steve's hand had me ready to blow. Brian, sensing this for himself, swooped down and took my cock in his mouth, swallowing my sperm as it blasted out of me. We all three lay sated for the next few minutes, saying and doing little. Finally, Brian sat up, leaned over to kiss each of us and quietly left. Steve and I held each other after that, kissing softly before we both fell into a deep, drained sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was going to leave it there but I realized that I need to close off this chapter of my life. So, I'll move ahead a bit. Brian decided he wanted to handle his end of his family's affairs from our fair city. Several subsidiaries are headquartered here. And instead of finding an apartment or condo, he bought the hotel. Seems extreme but the investment began to pay off almost immediately. After taking over the top floor as his personal domicile, his family's PR company began to promote us extensively across the country. Bookings went up rapidly and soon there was a waiting list for guests. Since Brian was staying here, Steve was able to as well. And I was happier than anyone at that happy occurence. Steve was given one of the newly remodeled suites on the top floor (as was Francine) and I became a semi-permanent fixture there. The stories I could tell.. Like what young TV starlet paraded around naked as she and Francine carried on a torrid, but short-lived affair. Or the boy-band singer that spent a long weekend with Brian. But, that soon died down. Francine's lovers were, for the most part, much more discrete. And Brian... Well, shortly after taking over the hotel, Brian and Bob met several times and there was a distinct chemistry there. Steve and I felt it as did many others who were aware of Brian's particular interests. So, I'm happy to report that the two Bs are now quite the item in our little group. Brian even asked Bob to move in permanently, something that Steve tells me Brian has never asked any of his previous lovers. And I got my promotion. But not to Concierge or anything of that nature. I replaced the retiring head of Brian's travel division and am now in charge of Brian's trips, both domestic and international. But better than that is the fact that I now am part of Brian's entourage along with Steve, my lover and friend. And we don't have to bother with the pretense of separate rooms when we do travel. And the best thing is that Steve and I finally took the last big step... It was a romantic candlelit dinner that Brian arranged while we were in Paris. Steve and I sat on the balcony in the warm spring air enjoying the night, the meal, and each other. I stood and walked to the railing. Steve came up behind me and held me firmly as he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Michael Bowman." I turned and looked into my love's eyes and told him, "And I love you, Steven Cooper." Then we kissed under Paris' starry sky.