1. Room Service


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: malesub01, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    In my endless days of hotel living on the corporate merry-go-round, I rarely ordered room service and, if I’d had any fantasies about being serviced in the mix, I always imagined a sweet, but insatiable girl to bring that to me - half or fully naked, while choosing to rock steadily on my overjoyed cock, getting so much more than a tip, until steady rhythms turned into wall-banging necessity. And no, that never even came close to happening. Hell, I hardly ever ordered room service, to begin with, unless nothing else in the hotel was open. That’s why this whole cataclysmic event was such a stunning surprise. He was sweet, handsome and eager. Very masculine in looks, but charmingly boyish in his overcoming a more obviously shyer nature to please guests, no doubt for tips and kudos. He swore in the aftermath of never having done anything like this with a guest before, and to this day, I’m not really sure why he did… or we did… or how we meshed as well as we did. But we did. More than I’d imagined, especially with another male. I think we’d both had harbored quiet fantasies of this sort of thing occurring, and for some reason, between the timing and opportunity, hunger and happenstance, our fantasies met their incendiary match. Day 1: His first appearance, and probably my least attractive one, as I rose rumpled and hungover after a late night wine-fest with the company bigwigs. You have to drink with them, and I’m not that much of a lush. At least I had showered by the time the ...
    meal, (and my future meal to be, it seemed) arrived at my door. His smile was warming, his demeanor perfect for someone in my condition. He even suggested a cure for the headache, which i tried and which eventually helped. He waited calmly while beaming that smile as I took my first gulps of the coffee he’d so kindly poured for me. As I reached out to sign the check and let him get on with his dutiful day (keeping other thoughts to myself), I managed to spill some of that coffee right into my own lap. Only then did I realize that my hotel robe was open and I thankfully missed my cock by a half-inch with the burning brew. I wondered if he’d already noticed the peek and was just being polite. I’m sure he’s seen his fill of half-disrobed guests, many of whom he wouldn’t really want to see.. I noticed him instinctively reach for a napkin without a thought and move to help, then stop mid-reach as he realized just where he would be daubing. and how that might go over with someone he didn’t know enough about. I loved that he actually had to stop himself. I wished, in that very moment, that he hadn’t. There was that awkward moment of laughter, along with my comment about remembering how hotel robes don’t always stay tied. He played along and said, “I’ll have management look into that, sir.” For some unknown reason, (I guess it’s just my wicked mind), I joked back to him. “I think you guys make the robes this way for a bit of fun.” He laughed genuinely, shook his head. and answered, “It ...
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