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Whore Boi of the Hotel

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.

Hotel2But 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?”

Hotel1I 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.

Hotel3But 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.

Hotel4The 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.

Hotel6On 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.




My freshman year of high school was a nightmare from being “hazed” and bullied so much and I ended up switching to another high school for sophomore year.  There, I met a guy named “Stuart” and we were both sophomores.  He had somewhat greasy jet black hair, pale skin and a bit of an acne problem, but even so the way he carried himself was quite arousing.

post2aWe hung out all the time and eventually we’d stay the weekend either at my parents’ house or his mom’s apartment.  We didn’t have porn to look at of our own, but we did have some heavy conversations about  sex, mostly about girls he’d fucked or wanted to fuck.  He slept in his briefs, which I thought was great since I like guys with briefs.  Stuart being a straight guy, I was surprised when he let me run my fingers lightly over his neck and massage the hair on his head, but he liked how it made him shiver.  He also had no problem with jerking off in the same room as me.

Eventually, he let me suck his cock.  He covered me though with the sleeping bag he slept in for overnight stays.  I didn’t care, I got to suck his cock!  He really enjoyed it, too, judging by his heavy breathing and how hard he would cum (in my mouth).

One weekend, his mom went away and I stayed over there.  We ended up inviting friends from school over and he had gotten someone to buy beer and wine coolers for us.  After some hours of drinking, most of the friends left.  There were only two others there who were wrapped up in a conversation with each other, so they didn’t notice when Stuart went into the bathroom and asked me to go with him.

post2Naturally, I followed him into the bathroom.  He had me lock the door.  He got naked and ran bath water and then he climbed in.  He asked me if I’d soap him down.  Of course I said yes and I knelt down on the floor beside the tub and with my hands I worked soap all over his body.  After that, he took me by the back of the head and pulled my head down to his cock, stopping right before I’d be able to take it into my mouth, but he said to me, “Open your mouth.”

So, I did and then a couple of seconds later he was pissing into my open mouth!  He said, “Swallow it…drink it.”  It was so strange and unusual to me, I’d never thought about drinking piss before, but I practically worshiped Stuart back then, so did whatever he wanted.  I gulped it all down gladly and then he had me suck his cock.  That night, however, he wasn’t really able to keep himself hard due to all the beer he drank earlier.  I think he’d had a couple of shots from his mom’s liquor cabinet, too.  I didn’t care, I just liked his cock in my mouth.

I went back to my original high school the following year because it seemed the harassment from peers didn’t stop just because I’d switched schools.  So I figured that I might as well go back to the school close to home, since I hated riding the bus to the other school.  Things actually got better for my Junior and Senior years after i started going to parties and I changed my look from preppie sweaters and dockers to flannel shirts, t-shirts and jeans.

Stuart actually ended up moving to Missouri to live with his dad the summer after our Sophomore year and we lost touch.  Still, they were some great memories.




The First Grown Man

The first grown man I had done anything with was someone I met one night when I was 14 and I snuck out my bedroom window late one night, because well…I wanted cock!  I carefully and quietly opened my bedroom window, removed the screen and got myself out.  I left through the back gate and before I knew it, I was walking the dark streets of the neighborhood.  I walked down to this small town center which was just minutes from the house.  Everything was closed except for a dive bar and restaurant.  I decided to go over to where the small grocery store was and sit by the payphone and see what would happen.  I wasn’t quite sure as to what I was doing, or what to expect, but I certainly was adventurous.

So, after about an hour or so of sitting there, one man walked out of the bar…he was a bit tipsy, but when he walked past me, I said, “Hello”.

flannelmanHe stopped and looked at me, a bit puzzled.  “Hi….what’re…what’re you doin’ hangin’ out here by yourself at this hour?”  Even though he was a little sauced, I still thought he was hot.  He was probably about 6′ and kinda skinny, wearing black jeans that were faded, a red and black flannel shirt and a t-shirt under it.  He had a mustache and a beard growing out and the dark brown hair on his head was somewhat messy, but sexy.  He was somewhere in his 40’s.

I replied, “Oh….I’m just bored.  I’m looking for something to ‘do’.”  and  then I let him see me look at him up and down, stopping momentarily at his crotch, before looking back up at his face.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, curiously.

“I’d like to give some good head.”  I replied and when I did, I felt a rush of adrenaline move through me.  I couldn’t believe I had just said that and to a grown man who I didn’t know.  Still, I did like doing things that were off the grid and how else would I achieve my goals if I didn’t speak up?

He then chuckled slightly and squeezed his crotch and said, “Ooooh, I like good head.”

I was getting really excited now…was I really going to get to suck a grown man’s cock?  Mind you, I had no clue back then that there were laws against adults and minors having sex.   There was no internet and there were no sex offender websites.  It also wasn’t something you heard about in the news or talked about around the neighborhood.

“Where can we go?”  I asked him.

He looked around staggering somewhat.  Then he pointed to a condominium complex that was still being built.  “How about there?” he asked.

I shrugged and said, “Sure!”

So, we walked across the street to the condo complex and went into the unfinished garage area where it was totally dark.  I sat down on a stack of cement slabs and he walked up closer to me.  I couldn’t wait to start sucking his cock.  He wreaked of whiskey and cigarettes, but that didn’t matter to me.  He stood there and let me open the fly of his jeans and pull his cock out of his boxer shorts.  I took his soft cock into my mouth and I smelled his natural, musky scent as I sucked it and nuzzled into his pubic hair with my nose.   I could hear him breath heavier as he began getting hard and I worked my mouth up and down on his cock.  It was average in size, but I liked that because my mouth wasn’t cramping up.

twinky“Oooooh yeah baby, that feels real good…” he said somewhat breathlessly as his hand went onto the back of my head and he started to pump my mouth.  I was really enjoying this and I sucked him with enthusiasm.  It was about 5 minutes and then he held my head in place and let out a quiet and long groan of pleasure as I felt his cock twitch and he spurted his hot cum into my mouth.  It was a bit acidy, but I gulped it down like a pro until he decided to pull out.

I looked up at him with a smile and said, “Thank you.”

He chuckled a bit as he zipped his jeans back up and replied, “Oh, thank YOU!”  and then he quietly slipped outside and I sat there for a moment, totally satisfied at what I just did.  I then sat back a little and unzipped my own jeans and pulled my cock out of my briefs and I jerked off until I climaxed…and what do you know…I actually came!  I guess what had just happened turned me on so much, I actually squirted something out!   That in itself was a thrill tome.

Something told me that sneaking out of the house at night was going to be something I’d be doing again very soon.  There was no doubt in my mind…I loved cock and I loved to please a man.  I could hardly imagine what the future had in store.