Hotel Service

Recently I received a call from the high end hotel, I'd worked at for a couple of years. Asking if I'd consider coming back part time.

I'd left because I couldn't work under the hotel manager of the time. He was condescending and stole from our tips. A few return customers let slip how much of a tip they'd left me. I received quite a bit less. The manager claimed my customers were mistaken. One, yes, two improbable, three?

Seems I wasn't the only one tired of his attitude. Or his theft. A substantial number of employees took other jobs, some with competing hotels. I was surprised when I heard who left. They were very good at their jobs. Many had been with the hotel for years.

I said I would not come back as long as that particular manager was still employed there. Apparently, the owners had gotten the same message as good employees left. I was quite pleased to hear he'd been sacked. Apparently, the mass defection had forced the owners to look into the allegations against him. Now they were trying to sweep the whole sordid thing under the rug.

The reason they wanted me back, appeared to be because several return customers had requested me as their concierge and were disgruntled to know I'd left.

Yeah! I was that good! I'd almost moved mountains occasionally to serve a customer. Because of this any gratuities were generally pretty good.

Now, due to loss of competent staff, they were scrambling. They had to train a whole new staff. Until they trained them they needed the help of those of us who were already trained. The hotel's high rating had already dropped significantly.

I wanted to tell them where to stick it. They should have looked into our complaints sooner. But the base pay they offered was very good! And the tips I'd earned had been better.

Add in the fact that I enjoyed the job, well, I said yes.

I got a call asking me to come work that weekend. It seems one of my previous customers had recommended me to a friend. That friend had specifically asked for me.

I think I nearly swallowed my tongue when I heard who. A fairly well known Pro Football player. Okay, crush much! In my eyes, this guy had the most perfect ass in the NFL. Judging from some slow mo filming, it was obvious he had a big fat dick as well! Yeah, his face was on the edge of being homely, but ooh that body!

For the purpose of this story we'll call him Jordan.

So, the day of his arrival, I was at the hotel, waiting to be called. When the call came I traded my fan boy face for my professional face. Went out to meet Jordan.

You know how people look different in real life? Jordan was one of those who were more impressive!

To start Jordan is six foot three. Weighs 220 pounds. (Yeah,I looked it up). That's 220 pounds of muscle. I'm six foot, but Jordan seemed to tower over me. Thick neck, broad shouldered, narrow waist, thick arms ,thighs, hands and feet. I know there are bigger players in the NFL, but damn was the man impressive.

Jordan wasn't handsome by any stretch of the imagination. In fact he bordered being homely. Sandy crew cut. Heavy brows, green eyes, big nose, big ears, big dopey grin with crooked teeth.

I introduced myself and Jordan's eyes kind of lit up. We shook hands ,his big mitts nearly swallowing mine. I helped the bell hop load his surprisingly light luggage , took the elevator and escorted him to his room.

After the bell hop left, I explained the various hotel amenities. That's when I learned who'd referred me to him. Seems he was friends with a certain soccer player, I'd taken care of a couple years ago. It also seems said soccer player shared quite a bit about our interaction. Namely the happy ending massage, that our services do not include.

I was flabbergasted! This guy I'd had a crush on for ages, was suggesting I give him a full body massage. All of the way to a happy ending. And not just from a dick massage!

From all that I'd read about him he was a very happily married straight man with kids.

Maybe I was misreading Jordan's intentions. Maybe the soccer player didn't share just how he got his happy ending! Still? Unlike the previous encounter, this time I didn't try to protest that it wasn't part of the service. Keeping this job no longer mattered to me. Being invited to put my hands all over this man? That mattered!

I explained I would have to get my hands on some massage lotion. He gave me that lop sided grin. Opened a side pouch in his suitcase and tossed me a bottle. A very expensive bottle of sandalwood scented oil. The man came prepared.

Regretfully, he had a charity event to attend. The whole reason he was even in town. And I had several hours on the clock yet to be finished. We made a pact to meet in his room late that night.

I bumbled through the rest of my shift with a half hard dick. The hours felt like days.

Finally I was finished. I changed out of my work clothes and into my customary tee, jeans and boots. Shoved a couple of things in my back pack. Then as unobtrusively as I could, made my way to Jordan's room.

Jordan answered the door in one of the hotel bathrobes. Freshly showered if his wet hair was any indication. He stood there a beat, eyes traveling over my body. He gave me that trademark lop sided grin, and motioned me inside. As I slipped inside, he stepped back.

"So? How shall we do this?" He asked in a deep voice.

" First let me plug this in, pulling an oil warmer from my bag. And give me that oil you brought."

Once I had the oil warming I went into the bathroom. Grabbed the oversized bath towel I knew would be in there. Spread it over the carpet. As I hustled about I swear I could feel Jordan's eyes watching every inch of me. Hell, I don't know maybe I was walking funny. A big old erection in tight jeans,can cause difficulty walking.

Once I judged the oil was warmed enough, I turned to Jordan.

"Please strip down as far as you're comfortable and lay down on the towel.". Jordan ditched his robe and stood there in all his naked glory. He had the body of a Greek god. Blonde hair covered everything, causing a golden halo all over. Despite the covering of hair, every muscle was sculpted and defined. I would have thought, being so fair, his big nipples would have been pink. Instead they were a light brown in color.

And there ,slowly rising from golden pubes, was his fat cut cock. With a reddish knob. Generous hairy balls completed the package.

I left it to Jordan to decide which side I should start on. I was almost disappointed when he lay on his back. I was dying to see that perfect ass! Still? As my hungry eyes traveled over his magnificent body, any disappointment faded.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs. Jordan made an appreciative sound as he took in my long lean hairy body. Then his eyes landed on the tent in my briefs. I saw his eyes go wide as he licked his lips.

I grabbed the oil and dribbled it on my hands. I took one of his big long feet in hand and began to massage it. Jordan made a groan of bliss.

I smirked. One thing I've learned from my massage class? Ninety percent of the time, people love having their feet massaged more than almost any part of their body. Jordan was no exception.

After I'd given his feet both a good rub, I could feel tension leave his body. I started up his muscular calves, with their golden coating of hair. Then I was massaging heavy thighs.

Jordan's cock looked rock hard. As I got closer it twitched and leaked. His eyes were half lidded and seemed to glitter in anticipation of my hands on his cock.

Instead I asked him to turn over.

No way was I going to touch his cock before I saw the best ass in the NFL! In all it's naked glory!

There it was! And everything I'd dreamed it would be!

High! Full! Muscular, even relaxed. Plenty of golden fur.

I swallowed a sudden mouth full of drool.

I straddled his thighs, making sure my fabric covered boner was lined up with his butt cleft. Hey, we both knew this was no ordinary massage. Plus, he outweighed me by at least thirty pounds. There was nothing I could do that he wasn't okay with.

I began working oil into his shoulders and arms. I actually found a couple of knots that needed to be worked loose. Then it was that oh so broad back. More knots. Jordan must have been carrying some serious stress around.

I was so intent on getting the knots out, I almost forgot my dick was pressing into the cleft of his ass. Almost!

Then there was only that butt left to oil and massage. As I kneaded those firm globes, Jordan tried to spread his legs, but my thighs had him trapped.

I was surprised when Jordan reached back with both mitts and spread his cheeks apart.

His suddenly exposed pucker was winking at me. Very pink, very hot!

I dribbled some oil beneath his tailbone and watch it trickle across his pucker. When the oil hit it, it clenched and Jordan groaned. Then the oil slipped across his taint and down the back of his balls.

I reached down to fondle those oily balls. Jordan squirmed and gasped. "Hell yeah! Play with my nuts! Feels so fucking good!"

I used my other hand to trail an oiled finger up and down his taint. Jordan moaned into the towel and spread his ass wider in invitation.

"Massage my hole, Rusty! "

I didn't have any problem following that demand.

I'd barely circled his pucker once! "Slide it in! Stick your finger inside me! I want it inside me!"

Obeying, I pushed at the tight muscle. Jordan pushed back and my finger slid in deep.

Honestly? I thought I might just cum in my shorts! I'm kneeling across the thighs, my finger buried in the fine ass, of a pro NFL player!

I must have paused to long. Jordan began pumping his hips, fucking himself on my finger.

"More!" He demanded. "Want to feel full! Want my hole to feel stretched out!"

I obliged.

Jordan was like a greedy pig. He soon had three fingers buried in his hole. I didn't even have to move my fingers. He energetically fucked himself with those happy fingers.

I slid my ball stroking hand under him to grip his fat hard cock. Thinking he wanted to cum.

I was wrong.

"No! Not ready to cum! I need your big dick in me! I want you to fill up my hole with dick!"

I got up and went to my bag. Pulled out a condom, ripped the foil open and dropping my briefs, slid it on.

Jordan squirmed to his knees, keeping his face on the floor. Then his hands were spreading that beautiful butt apart once more!

I took a bit of time just to stare at the fantastic sight. This big jock, spreading his cheeks, exposing his manhole for me.

Me!

"God! Will you come over here and put it in me already! I need your cock! I need it now!"

Geesh! Bossy much?

I hurried over and knelt behind him. Jordan hissed when I pressed the head of my dick against his slit.

"Yeah buddy! That's it! Bury your cock inside me! Push it in!"

(Pushy, Pushy.)

I pushed in slowly. Jordan wasn't having that. He bucked back, burying half my cock in his ass.

He kind of squealed.

I don't think he realized just how fat my cock is. It's easily as wide as four fingers and a thumb. And not at the tips! At the knuckles.

"Shit! You're splitting me open!" He gasped. I felt his legs shake against my thighs. I could see him biting his lower lip.

I grabbed his hips and held him in place. Let him adjust to my intruding girth.

It took at least a minute, maybe two or three, for his breath to even out. He'd dropped his hands to the floor. Bracing himself against the sudden pain.

Me? I was staring at my own cock, wedged between those glorious cheeks, stretching pink ass lips wide. My happy cock, buried halfway inside the body of a famous football star. My cock! Inside a famous Wide Receiver!

Jordan began to move. This time slower. I watched in awe as his glorious ass slowly sucked my cock all of the way inside.

Obscene words slipped from Jordan's lips as he was stretched open and filled.

"Ye a ahh! I can feel your big cock filling my hole! I feel so fucking stretched out! It burns my hole so good! God! Your cock feels huge inside my ass!

Who knew seemingly quiet Jordan was so vocal.

After a few minute or two, Jordan moved on the cock impaling his body. Rotating my dick inside him must have caused it to slide over his prostate. His body trembled and he let out a big groan. He rotated his hips again, gasping each time my cock rubbed over his gland.

A little bit of my cock slipped in and out with each rotation. I placed a hand on each cheek to spread that beautiful ass wide. Now I could see those pink stretched tight ass lips clinging to my dick. Watched them stretch slightly out, then indent in.

Jordan had gut control.

I felt like a hot wet massager had a hold of me. I could feel his insides clutching my cock like a hand, then letting go.

Up to this point, I'd let Jordan be in control.

No more!

I slowly pulled halfway out. Then slowly slipped back inside of him. Jordan hummed in appreciation. I continued moving in and out slowly. Each time pulling out a bit farther. I could tell I was scraping against his joy button on each long stroke. Jordan making encouraging sounds on each stroke.

Grabbing his hips, I began to speed up my hip thrusts. Jordan got vocal. Demanding I pound his hole harder and harder. I was very happy to comply.

Soon the oil coating his ass and now my groin caused smacking sounds to fill his suite. Jordan alternated curses with grunts and whimpers.

Several times his whole body locked up rigid. I think he was having anal orgasms.

Usually I take a while to cum. But the mental aspect of just who I was fucking? Well, let's just say it sped me up! I could feel my cum churning, my dick head letting me know I was close. I reached around Jordan to pump his cock.

It only took a few hard pumps, and Jordan was bellowing that he was cumming. I felt his fat dick jerking in my hand and his release slicking it.

A few more slapping thrusts and I was cumming deep inside of him.

It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life!

I'm sure there was a mental aspect to it's intensity. Cumming inside the perfect ass of a famous wide receiver had to be a major factor of my incredible orgasm.

When he'd shot the last of his load, Jordan collapsed back onto his face, my cock slipping from his hole. Still on his knees, butt still in the air, I could see his hole was gaped open, the edges fluttering, trying to close.

Finally, Jordan rolled over on his back. Gave me he one of his lop sided smiles.

His eyes traveled down my body to rest on my cock. On my still hard cock! On the cum filling the condom tip!

His hand trembling slightly, he worked the condom off my cock. Maneuvered his body around and began licking my cock clean. Making sure to peel my foreskin back to get every bit.

Watching the rugged face of this "straight" man at my groin and feeling his tongue did nothing to deflate my cock.

Suddenly Jordan was up, grabbing another condom, tearing it open, and sliding it on my dick.

Then he flopped to his back, grabbed behind his knees, pulled them back, exposing his still somewhat loose hole again.

He grinned at me,"Looks like your massager is still ready to go. Think you can manage another round from this side?"

In answer, I just knee walked in place between his outstretched thighs, lined my pole up with his hole.

And pushed back inside that hard gorgeous body!

Jordan squealed! Big bad football player. Squealed like a stuck pig. This time his hole swallowed me to the balls.

I grabbed his hard calves and spread his legs wide. I went straight to pounding his loosened manhole. Watched his hairy balls and half hard dick bounce with every thrust. Watched the various expressions on his face as my fat cock massaged his joy gland.

I was pounding into him so hard I was moving his 220 pound body across the floor. A sheen of sweat glowed on every hard muscle of his belly and chest. He was reduced to uttering "Fuck Me, God Fucking Damn, Pound My Ass etc.", interspersed with animal growls and grunts.

The rougher I fucked, the more Jordan egged me on. No pansy ass gentle fucks for this man.

Jordan tensed and for the second time cum dribbled from his cock. He begged me to cum inside his ass. Begged me to keep pounding, even after he came.

I was thrilled to oblige.

As my ass assault continued, cum kept oozing from his no longer hard cock slit. It would take longer for me to spew this time. Which only seemed to make Jordan happy. I think that man's ass could have swallowed my cock for hours.

Judging from his face, the way his body would seize up and curses, the now Loose Wide Receiver, went through several anal orgasms. Must have had a very sensitive prostate.

When I did cum?

He reached around his spread thighs to grab my hips and keep me lodged deep inside his ass.

Finally spent, I dropped his legs and collapsed on his hard sweaty body. Jordan wrapped his big arms around me and hugged me tight.

Jordan stayed the whole weekend, even though his charity gig was over Friday night.

Me? I got to find out just how big of a bottom this famous Wide Receiver really was. It was a great fucking weekend for yours truly.

Maybe, I'll find time to share the rest of the story some day.

( I have never told anyone before writing for Gay Demon, about either Jordan or the famous soccer player! Who'd believe me anyway! Especially since I've never heard even a hint of a rumor about either one of them fucking around with other men. As to who they are? Well, I changed their names to ones not even close to their real ones. This is as close as I'm willing to come to outing someone. Their proclivities and sexual antics are their business. And if the readers don't believe? That's fine! As long as the story was enjoyed!)

P.S. I still work at the hotel occasionally! And while I never hooked up with anyone else famous there, I still occasionally find some less famous hot holes in need of filling! I love that hotel!