When I was sixteen years old, I was working at a hotel not far from home as a busboy in their fine dining restaurant and I also helped with taking room service orders up to the rooms. I loved this job and I remember having so much energy back then. I even got friends from school a job at the hotel and they got a couple of friends of theirs a job.
But this post isn’t about who I got hired and what was on the menu….this is about how working at a hotel opened doors for me sexually and added to my becoming a future perv. For starters, I worked Sunday mornings in the restaurant bussing tables with these two women who had years and years of experience waitressing and they smoked like chimneys when they weren’t taking orders or taking food to the tables. They were a hoot and they really showed me the ropes. But one Sunday I was cleaning up the area on the wait staff’s side of the kitchen and I was wiping down the counters when I looked up to see “Hector”, one of the cooks, looking at me. He was a good looking Hispanic guy in his mid-40’s who was married and had 4 kids. I then saw in his hand a hot dog that he hadn’t thrown into the pot of boiling water yet and he was waving it in front of the crotch of his black and white checkered chef pants. He then asked me, “You like?”
I felt a rush wash over my body at the instant excitement that such a direct question like that produced. I felt a stirring in my groin and i started pressing up against the counter as I semi-nervously replied, “Yes.”
Hector then motioned me to follow him, which I did. He led me into the dry goods storage room, to behind the last set of racks where the dry food was stored and he told me to get onto my knees. As I did, he pulled his very nice uncut cock from his pants and pointed it at me. I immediately started working his cock in my mouth. He smelled of grease and his cock tasted of sweat and pre-cum. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing the back of my head and aggressively fucking my mouth. Despite the fact that his cock wasn’t really big, he still made me gag on it. He ended up cumming down my throat within seconds and I could taste some of his cum on my tongue.
He zipped up and told me not to say a word about what just happened, which I assured him that I wouldn’t. He then walked out of the dry storage, leaving me on my knees jerking off and cumming pretty fast.
Hector invited me to “follow” him whenever there was downtime and we were there at the same time. I always was glad to do that and he seemed to enjoy using me as a sex toy, since his advances to the female staff at the hotel wasn’t accommodating and ignored him. Sexual Harassment wasn’t a big focus back then, so he got away with a lot of flirting and sexual insinuations. But while they rejected him, I accepted him and he didn’t mind fucking my mouth whenever he said he wanted to.
But there were other things that happened, like a traveling businessman in one of the rooms who apparently loved his scotch. He was probably in his late 50’s at the time. I had brought him his room service order and he answered the door in a white t-shirt and pair of tighty whities. White hair, blue eyes, pale skinned. He was a bit chubby, but it suited him. He had me come in and set the tray on the desk. He then started to squeeze his basket and asked if i would come back up to his room when my shift was over. I agreed to it and I called home to say I had to work a little overtime and so not to come pick me up until I called to say I was getting off work. My dad would pick me up from work if my shift was over after dark. After my shift, I went up to the man’s room and he was a bit sauced, but I still laid on my stomach on the bed and got between his legs and started giving him a blowjob. He handed me a $50 bill and insisted I took it. So, I did and stuffed it into my pants. I blew him for a few minutes, but then he passed out and was snoring and his dick went soft. So, I got up off the bed and quietly exited the room. That was the one and only time I actually got paid for sex.
The hotel had no problem requesting for me to work a double shift on the weekend and they would comp me a room so I didn’t have to go back and forth in such a short amount of time. So, after work I’d go to my room and I’d call a free gay chat line (phone) that was local and I’d talk dirty to guys. I loved doing that. But then one night I talked to a man who said he worked at a liquor store in the Castro (San Francisco) and he was getting off work soon, so he asked if he could come visit me. I was so excited and told him where I was and my room number. About an hour later he got there. He was in his late 40’s with a mullet of sorts and he wore glasses and looked kinda geeky, which I actually ended up liking a lot. He was skinny, too. It didn’t take him long to figure out that I wasn’t really 18, but it didn’t stop him from getting naked and getting his cock into my mouth. As I sucked him, he asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I was so excited and horny from this that I was quick to agree to it. He did it in such a way that I actually enjoyed it a great deal. He fucked me on the floor of the room and he was really enjoying it. I was just excited that I was in a hotel room with an older man for the night! He pulled out and came within seconds all over my stomach, chest and crotch. I loved seeing him getting off and so I jerked off quickly and could feel my asshole gaping open and it felt so nasty but yet so hot. I came all over myself and rubbed both our cum all over me. He stayed a little while, but then decided to leave. It was the only time I saw him, but I remember him very well.
On other occasions where I did an over-nighter at the hotel, I would meet random local guys and I’d invite them over to the room, where they’d sit back and I’d blow them until they blew their load in my mouth, before quickly leaving. They were usually nervous because of my not really looking 18 and I had such a baby face it made me look even younger!
Still, I’m glad it didn’t stop them from getting some head from me, which was becoming all I ever wanted to do in every day of my life. That hasn’t changed one bit.