"Have I ever had sex in an elevator; no - I haven't."

"Neither have I, I was just curious." he shrugged his shoulders and smiled back at me.

We were standing against the back of the elevator, our hands touching on the railing, while we ascended to the heights of the hotel.

"I think I'm going to have to call a 'time-out' for a few hours, I can't keep this up."

"Are you saying you've had enough?" he asked.

"Not entirely, but everyone needs to catch their breath once and a while don't they?"

"If you say so..." and then he looked ahead at our reflection in the aluminum door of the elevator.

"I guess I expected someone in your shape to have a little more stamina. I guess I just have a bigger appetite than you do."

It stopped me for a moment. Did he just pay me a compliment, or take a jab?

"Well if you must know, I'm feeling literally drained after our adventure on the plane and then in the cab." then I felt my stomach rumble and I got a little light headed.

Geoff looked at me, "Are you okay?"

"I think I just need something to eat - I'll be fine."

The elevator slowed, and the doors opened.

"Executive Level - Going Down" said a soft female voice.

"Ah, here we are..." he said and he walked out onto the floor.

I hesitated for a moment in the elevator, something about our little exchange left me feeling nervous, but maybe it was the quick ride to the top too.

"Are you gonna stay in there?" he asked.

Just then the doors started to slide shut, I stepped forward to stop them with my arm and walked out to join him.

The floor was decorated in royal blues and ivories with gold accents. All of the furniture in the hall had a French aire to it. It was beautiful, don't get me wrong. But it was beyond anything I had experienced before.

Geoff started walking down the hall until he found our room.

"Executive Suite - Room 1856" He slid the card key into the lock and opened the door. The lights came on, despite it being the early afternoon and the roomed smelled of Jasmine and Vanilla.

As we entered the room, I could see a large sofa sectional at the end against a row of windows. To my right was a large marble bathroom with mirrors, a large oval garden tub, and a glass enclosed shower. All the fixtures were bright shiny gold. The lights were sparkling and it looked like something out of a movie.

Geoff went further into the room and to the right.

"Here we go!"

And then I saw the curtains begin to slid open automatically. The view beyond was breathtaking. You could see all of Michigan Avenue sprawling up Lake Superior to the left, and downtown Chicago along with the Sears tower towards the right. The windows were floor to ceiling.

The room was enormous.

At the far right side was a archway, where I saw a huge bed draped in royal blue velvet linens, accented by gold piping. A dark taupe colored chair was in the corner next to the bed with a large ottoman in front of it. There was a desk, an armoire with a television, and a sink with a fully stocked minibar. The bathroom was accessible through a small walk in closet that exited to the right off the side of the bed.

I was in awe.

Geoff began taking off his clothes almost immediately.

I stood there, exhausted, and not feeling the best - but watching him as if he were in slow motion.

He was standing on the right side of the bed, looking out towards Lake Superior, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his arms.

His bare chest exposed and his body glistening with the oily remnants of our travels. It had been hot outside and the cool air of the hotel along with the elevator ride had not given us enough chance to cool off just yet. Besides, we were both had that "travel funk" on us.

His hands went to the button on his pants, lightly caressing his stomach as he unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper and slid both hands inside his briefs to pull them down.

As they slid down his body, I lost myself.

He was so beautiful. But more than just beautiful, he was cute AND handsome, sculpted AND sexy, mischievous AND ornery. He was the total package. He had the kind of look that men envied and women lusted after. But here he was, alone in a room with me.

As I look back on this moment, I would compare him to the Mark Wahlburg advertisements for Calvin Klein underwear. He had that playful sexy naughty thing going - and it worked - in all the right ways.

His briefs fell to the floor and he stood there on the edge of the bed - naked. His cocking jutting out slightly from his groin like a water stick searching for an undiscovered well.

He was glistening.

All of him.

He was the epitome of sex, lust, debauchery, sodomy, and pleasure.

He was good.

And then he turned and went into the hall closet where I heard the water begin to run.

I was still standing there, taking in the moment when I heard him call out.

"Hey, you want to call Laundry and have them come pick up our clothes? I think they will clean them and have them back to us in the morning."

"In the morning?"

"Yeah..."

I picked up the phone and called housekeeping, requested laundry service, and the women on the other end advised me to hang a linen bag on the door handle outside our door and someone would be along shortly to pick them up. She confirmed that our clothes would be returned in the morning.

I picked up Geoff's clothes and began placing them in the bag. His scent permeated his clothes. I lifted his shirt to my face and could smell the faint aroma of his cologne - it was called "Green Irish Tweed" I remembered from seeing it on the bathroom counter. It was a very distinct scent. It suited him well.

And then there were his briefs. As I lifted them to place them in the bag, the pungent aroma they emitting hit me in the face and the butterflies in my stomach started to dance. What was it about this aroma that just made me want to dive into his shorts?

I couldn't help but lift them to my face and take in the his essence, burying my nose into the crotch. I could smell his sweaty balls and moistness of his ass. It was a combination of smooth musky bleach and shit. My mouth opened as I sucked the material into my mouth to savor it even more. My eyes were closed and I was lost in the moment again.

"You know, if you want some more - all you have to do is ask; I'm right here." he said from the closet.

I looked over at him, standing naked between mirrored doors of the closets, his arms stretched above his head, his hands on the top of the archway, leaning forward, while his cock swung low between his legs.

I was horny again.

AGAIN!

I wanted him again, and again, and again. I couldn't get enough of him. I didn't want him to bathe because these intoxicating scents might be gone and what would I do? I was like a heroin addict starring at my next fix! I had to have it.

I dropped the bag and went up to him, grabbing him around the neck and kissing him firmly on the lips. I pressed my body hard into him.

"I don't know what is the matter with me. I just can't get enough of you!"

"It's okay" he giggled as I suckled at his neck "it's okay."

"No, it's not..." as I continued to kiss and suckle at his neck and collar bone, kissing my way over the top of his left pectoral and then burying my face into his armpit where the musky funk was even stronger. The entire surface of his body had this flavor and aroma of warm beefy vegetable soup that I couldn't get enough of.

To this day, when I ask for Vegetable Beef Soup in a restaurant, I am still reminded of him.

He fidgeted as I must have tickled his underarm with my tongue, and stepped to the side.

"Stop, that tickles" he laughed, and he grabbed at me and pulled me in front of him.

"We have all the time in the world. So just slow down."

"I can't, I've got to have you again." and I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into his groin between his thigh and the protrusion of his cock that was becoming hard again.

"Oh gah-haad - okay!?!" he clamored. Feeling the urgency for which I had attacked him.

I grabbed at his ass with both hands and pulled him into me; my mouth went wild in his thick nest of brown pubic hair. I just kept inhaling, licking, and suckling at this scrotum and the base of his cock.

His cock was growing stiffer next to my cheek, and the head was bouncing into my hair. I felt his hands gently caress the top of my head as he played with my hair.

"I sure do have..." he gasped "...an effect on you..." he gasped again "...don't I?"

I pulled back and looked up at him, his face was contorted for a moment and then he looked down and smiled at me, his hands cupping my face.

We just starred at each other for a moment, my hands still holding onto his ass. We gazed into each other's eyes as if to trying to see each others souls.

His cock was still touching the side of my face just above my left ear. I leaned into it and gently slid back as the head inched its way closer to my mouth. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I opened my mouth and when I felt the ridge of the head reach the corner of my mouth, I extended my tongue wide and flat and slid it underneath his cock.

He stood there, holding his breath with this lustful look in his eyes, his hands now caressing the back of my head.

I could feel the beating of his heart through his cock as it lay on my tongue, my eyes still locked on his.

I opened my mouth wider, making sure to keep the underside of his cock in contact with my tongue and I slowly pulled him into me. The head brushed the roof of my mouth, I angled my head, still keeping my eyes on him, as I closed my lips around his shaft.

He closed his eyes, and his head fell back. My eyes closed, and I took him in deep and with slow steady suctioning. I could feel his cock pulsing in my throat as I held my breath and swallowed him.

Geoff came up on his tip toes as I did this and I did my best to hold him in place. I felt him start to slowly and gently pump himself into me, I held him in my throat while he moved. My throat expanding to take him deep until my nose was buried in the very scent that I craved so much.

He moved slowly, but with persistence.

"I can't believe how good this feels." he said in baited breath

I said nothing, as he continued to slowly move in and out of my mouth. His cock was big, and until this moment I had not realized how big it really was - but I was a actually beginning to feel pain in my jaw.

I pulled back.

Spittle and saliva dripping from the shaft; I could taste his own juices as they seeped from the tip of the cock I held between my lips.

He exhaled.

My lips closed around the head again, and I drew him back in.

He moaned and went up on his tip toes again, his calve muscles straining to hold him up.

I released and let him pull back just enough to catch my breath.

"Wait..."

I looked up at him, his shaft glistening with my spittle.

"I don't want to cum yet."

I closed my eyes, placed my right hand around the base of his shaft and started feverishly milking his cock.

"OH... GAWD!" he gasped, rising up again on his tip toes. I looked up and saw his stomach drawn in towards his body accentuating his hard six-pack abs, his chest expanded as he inhaled deeply making his almond shaped nipple pop out in excitation, his arms now extended above his head holding onto the archway of the closet.

It was only a matter of seconds before he began to convulse. His lower abdomen spasming, and the shaft of his cock pulsating harder and harder as I stroked him.

"UGH GAWD!" he grunted as he hunched over and filled my mouth with volley after volley of his hot sweet nectar. His hands holding on to my head as he pumped away madly at my face. He rose up again on his tip toes...

"...SHIT!" he squeaked in a high pitched voice as another load gushed into my mouth.

Then he fell forward, obviously loosing his balance, in the commotion, jamming his cock deep into my throat, I gagged as I fell back off my knees and we both landed on the edge of the bed.

The piping on the bed pushing into the back of my head and I tried not to bite down on him.

But he kept going, pumping away at me even though I continued to gag, his legs flexed firm and hard, his ass jumping in the air as he rammed his cock into my mouth and throat, I began gagging even harder, cum and saliva oozing down my face as I coughed and choked on him.

Until he finally dropped to his knees, his dick yanked from my mouth, his chest pressed to my face.

He wrapped his arms around the top of my head and held me tight as I sat on the floor and he knelt in front of me, naked, my face buried in his chest breathing so heavily and fast. His sweat running down my face, my shirt soaked with cum and my own perspiration. I moved my head down to get just one more whiff of him, and I inhaled deeply.

"Jesus...you just can't get enough...can you?" he asked breathing heavily, and panting.

I just held him around his waist and smiled.

Then... a knock at the door.

"Housekeeping?"

"OH FUCK!" I exclaimed, "our laundry..."

Another knock at the door.

"Geoff get up!" and I pushed him off me. He stumbled to stand while I started to remove my shirt and shoes.

"Get the bag, its over there." I said.

He stumbled over for it, picked it up, and started to walk to the door.

"Wait!" I shouted in a whisper.

He looked back at me, "well hurry up!" he said as he continued to walk over to the hallway that lead to the door to our room. Then we both heard the lock slide.

He looked back at me as I was pulling off my pants and underwear.

The door opened, and there stood a women from house keeping.

Geoff looked at her, completely naked, the clothing bag in his hand, a look of surprise spread across his face and hers!

I threw my clothes at Geoff and they hit him in the head, crumpled pants, sweaty shirt, sticky underwear, and my socks. The blow took him by surprise and he looked back at me with an angry grimace.

I motioned for him to take her the clothes.

He looked back at her, then back at me. Then he bent down, gathered up my clothes and shoved them into the bag with his.

He made a point to stand up straight, chest out, and swaggered his way up to the door where she was still standing.

"Hello..." he said in a very low casual voice.

"Yes sir, um..." she replied.

"...thank you so much for coming." and he handed her the bag. She kept starring at the stiff cock that was pointing straight at her like a loaded gun.

"...uh..." she was dumbfounded.

He looked down at his own member, sighed, then looked back up at her with a smile.

"Yes... Well, do I get a claim ticket or something?" he asked her very nonchalantly.

"...a what?"

"A claim ticket? So I can pick up my clothes?" he asked her again.

"YES! Yes..." and she fumbled in the pockets of her apron for the little booklet. She wrote the room number down, stealing glances at the gorgeous male form in front of her, and handed him the ticket.

"Thank you." he said with a smile wide across his face, and then he gently closed the door in her face.

When I heard the door close I peaked my head around the corner and he was turning back towards me when we both heard the housekeeper say, "DAMN!"

Geoff looked back, then looked back at me and pointed with his thumb over his shoulder towards the door.

"I'll bet she wasn't expecting that!" he said walking towards me.

I giggled, "no I bet she wasn't" and I put my hands on his face to kiss him as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in.

"Well lucky her, huh?"

"No, lucky me." I said with a smile.

My dick poked him in the crotch just before our lips met and he pulled back a little.

"Oh! What are we going to do about that?" he asked looking down at my neglected manhood.

I glanced down, and then looked back up at him.

"Well, I've never done it in the tub before." I told him.

"At least not with another guy I'll bet."

"No." I said with a little laugh.

He took me by the hand.

"Well follow me, sir" and led me into the bathroom.

The marble floor in the bathroom was cold, but if felt good against my feet. Geoff laid a towel on the edge of the tub and had me sit down. The water was already

running, but he hadn't plugged the drain, so the tub was still empty. He took one of the little bottles of shampoo and squeezed it into the water. Then he leaned back on his feet and lowered his knees to the floor, resting his butt on his heels.

"Is this crazy?" I asked him in a serious tone.

"What?"

"This."

"You mean you and I?"

"Yeah"

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"No, I don't think its crazy. I think it is great."

"Because you've never felt this way before?"

"Well, no - because I think it is fun, and I think you're fun... and cute ...and sexy ...and..."

"...and what..."

"...maybe a little crazy." he joked. Then laughed a little.

I kicked my foot out at him.

"I'm being serious."

"I know you are." he reached out and touched my knee and looked me in the eyes.

"You are a very special person Christian and I haven't met anyone like you before."

"Really?"

"Yes..." he laughed, "...really."

"I'm sorry." and I looked away, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed.

"For what?"

"For acting like some little school girl."

"No, don't think that. This is all new for you. You have a right to be a little scared. I think that is why I like you so much. You seem so innocent."

Truthfully, I really was. I was scared, and obsessed at the same time.

"But then when you let go of your fear, you REALLY let go man!"

I laughed and looked away in embarrassment.

"But that's cool. I really like how you get so much into it."

"I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of freak or something."

"Trust me, I would never think that."

"Okay" I said, and then my stomach rumbled and I clenched it.

"We've got to get you something to eat. I'll call down to room service. What would you like?"

"I don't know - anything."

"Okay, just wait here and I'll call them." He got up and went into the other room. The tub was beginning to fill up, so I stood and lowered myself in. It was so warm, and felt so good. I just sank into the warm soapy water, leaned back, and closed my eyes.

Geoff came back a few minutes later with a cocktail glass of whiskey.

"Here, drink this - it will help you relax a little more. But just sip it, don't chug it."

"What is it?"

"Crown Royal, it was in the minibar."

"Nice."

"I know, right?"

I took a sip and it was strong, but it was good. Geoff put the towel I had been sitting on down on the floor and sat next to me, his hand playing in the water as the tub continued to fill.

"This is a big tub, is there room for me?" he asked.

"No, not yet."

"Okay..."

He leaned forward and rested his head on his arm while I sipped my drink. His eyes were intense.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"You."

"What about me?"

"I don't know."

"Sure you do, what are you thinking? You can ask me anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes Geoff, anything."

"Have you always been a closet gay?"

His question startled me and I took it offensively at first, but then I settled down and looked at the water in the tub. It was getting full, so I turned it off, then leaned back with my head against the tile.

"I don't know. Maybe? What is your definition of 'gay'?"

"Gay means you are into dudes."

I paused a moment in case he cared to expand on that thought, but he didn't.

"If you mean that having a sexual preference ONLY for men, then I would say 'no', but maybe. Our times together have been amazing and I never would have guess it would be THIS good.."

"How many girls have you been with?"

"Are we talking ANY kind of sex, or strictly penetration?"

"Either"

"Well, I have been with 4 girls since I was 16."

"16." he repeated.

"Yes. Why, when did you lose your virginity?"

"12"

"12? Really?" I said with a shock.

"Yep."

"Was it to a guy or a girl?"

"A boy. at summer camp."

"Summer Camp - yes, you mentioned that. Tell me what happened."

He let his arm fall into the water and started to make swirls. He wouldn't look at me as he told me his story of how he had been asleep in the bunkhouse and one of the camp counselors was sleeping next to him in another bed. He had been awakened by a familiar noise and when he looked over, his camp counselor - Kyle - was naked below the waist and masturbating.

He told me how he watched him spit in his hand and jerk off for several minutes before shooting his load into the air. He was fascinated, and turned on. Geoff had masturbated several times already as a young tween, but had never watched anyone else do it before.

He went on to tell me that Kyle saw him watching and whispered for him to come over. Geoff got up, only wearing those classic "tighty-whiteys" that all little boys seem to wear and kneel next to Kyle's bed.

Kyle smeared the cum around on his stomach and continue to stroke his cock in front of Geoff. Kyle then took Geoff by the arm and placed his hand on his penis and held Geoff's hand on his dick while he massaged himself.

"What happened next?" I asked.

"I jerked him off until he came again. He held my hand on his dick the whole time. When he was finished, he told me to go back to bed and I did."

"Geoff, that's not right. He shouldn't have done that to a little kid."

"No, probably not, but it didn't bother me. I jerked off after I got back into bed anyway."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the next day Kyle pretty much ignored me. I guess he thought I might say something to one of the other counselors."

"Did you?"

"No. Truth is, I liked it."

"But how could you really know that? You were only 12."

"I don't know. How do you know you DON'T like something until you try it?"

"Yeah, but still."

"Well, 2 nights later, he got me out of bed and took me into boys shower."

"How old was he?"

"I would say maybe 17 or 18"

"Oh my god."

"Well, we took our clothes off and got in the shower and he just hugged me while the hot water ran over us."

"Weren't you scared?"

"No, Kyle was really a nice kid and he had been a lot of fun in camp the last few years, so it wasn't like he was a stranger."

"But you were still only 12."

"I know. But I kinda wanted it." and then he looked at me.

"What happened?"

"I sucked his cock in the shower."

I was speechless.

"Do you think that is wrong?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, what did you think?"

"He didn't force me to do it. While we were standing there he just got hard. My head went to about his belly button, so when his dick got hard, it was right at my chin. It wasn't anything to just stick it in my mouth."

"Did he ask you to do it?"

He didn't answer right away.

"Geoff, did he ask you?"

"He asked me to just put my mouth on it. So I did."

"And then what?"

"Then I did what you usually do - I sucked him off until he came."

"Did you swallow it?"

"At first I thought I was gonna puke, but then it tasted kind of good, so I did try to swallow what I could."

I just looked at him in astonishment.

"Wow - that is quite a story. What happened after that?"

"He jerked me off in the shower until I came and then we went back to bed. A couple of days later camp was over and I didn't see him until the next summer. But let me tell you, those two times gave me enough mental material to get me through a whole year. When I went back to camp I couldn't wait to see him again."

"And did you?"

"Yeah, I did. But he was different."

"Different how?"

"He acted like he didn't know me at first, and then a couple of days later he came up to me at the lake and asked how I had been. We talked for awhile and he commented on how much I had grown in the last year."

"So did anything else ever happen between the two of you?"

"No. I had asked him if we could mess around like we did last summer but he told me that it wouldn't be a good idea, that he could get in trouble. So we never did anything."

"Oh man."

"Yeah, I remember feeling really bummed out. But I'll be damned if I found out that a lot of boys in my cabin were jerking off all the time. We went through a lot of toilet paper that first week and one of the older camp counselors, Jerry, came and had to have a talk with us. He said that he noticed we had been using a lot of toilet paper and that the trash bins were full. He thought somebody might have a cold and wasn't reporting it. But when he realized that we were all perfectly healthy, I guess he put two and two together and realized that it wasn't snot in all that toilet paper."

"Oh my god. What did he do?"

"Nothing, he just gave us a little speech about how are bodies change, how we get hard-ons and the best way to deal with it was to actually masturbate."

"He said that?"

"Yeah. At first we were all like, 'Gross' even though we all knew that is what we were doing. It was just creepy coming from an old guy like Jerry."

"That is hysterical!"

"I know, right?"

"So you had a lot of things happen at Summer Camp didn't you?"

"Oh brother, more than you know."

We both paused for a second and then Geoff asked again, "Is there room in there for me now?"

"Yes, of course."

Geoff stood up, his cock dangling again in my face as he stepped into the tub and took a seat behind me. He brought his legs up around my sides and rested them on top of my legs, then I leaned back against his chest.

His legs were muscular, just like the rest of him, and when they were wet, the hair went really dark. He was tanned, but it I could see where he had developed a tan line across the tops of his feet from wearing flip flops. I held onto his legs, as his arms came around me and he touched my chest and stomach.

I closed my eyes and felt his chest rise with each breath and I felt completely connected to him. I was so relaxed. The whiskey combined with the hot water and now Geoffrey's caress had me completely at ease. And that's when I noticed his dick getting hard behind my back.

I let out a sigh. "Seriously?"

"What?" he said.

"Again?"

"No, it will go away. Just relax."

And so I lay there nestled between his arms, his legs wrapped around my waist, warm and secure with my guy.

 

Christian Crowne

[email protected]

Top


Rate Story Choose rating between 1 (worst) and 10 (best).

Bookmark and Share

blog comments powered by Disqus