This is a one-off story. It is entirely fictitious and the author does not condone any of the activities described. It features sexual activity between an adult male and two younger boys. If this is likely to offend (or if reading such material is forbidden to you) then you must proceed no further.

HOTEL BOYS

Paul Nobbs worked in advertising. His firm was paying for him to attend a weekend conference in a major British city. Rather than having to set off early on Saturday he had decided to book into a hotel on the Friday. He had made the journey by train, arriving mid-afternoon.

As the company was covering all his expenses, Paul decided to take a cab from the station for the short ride to the hotel. He was dropped by the entrance and, as he made his way inside, he noticed a boy leaning against the wall a few yards away. The boy was dressed all in black aside from his grubby white trainers. A hoodie, fastened against the driving rain, made it difficult to see the boy's face but Paul guessed from the boy's height and build that he was maybe thirteen. Paul didn't think much of it and hurried into the dry of the hotel foyer.

Paul signed in at the reception desk and was given his room key. He then made his way to the fourth floor in the lift and found his room. It was like any basic, corporate-style room such as might be found in thousands of hotels. There was a double bed with crisp, white linen, a desk with chair, a built-in cupboard and a small television fitted to the wall. A door led to a small bathroom with sink, toilet and shower.

Paul unpacked a few items but left most of it in his small suitcase having decided there was little point in taking everything out as he was only spending two nights in the hotel. He hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning and decided to go out and find some food. He'd noticed several restaurants a couple of streets away when he'd been in the cab and figured that he'd find something suitable there. He put on his coat and headed back to the lift and out onto the street. Fortunately, the rain had stopped.

Paul noticed the boy straightaway, standing exactly where he had been before with one foot hooked back against the wall. It was in the direction of the restaurants which meant Paul had to walk past the boy. He glanced at the boy as he reached him and gave a polite smile. The boy's eyes followed him as he walked past. He'd only gone a few steps when he heard the boy speak.

“Hey, mister...”

The voice had a rough, urban edge to it but it was boyish too, neither a shrill treble nor a deep adult but somewhere between.

Paul stopped and turned, looking at the boy once more.

“You got any spare change?” the boy asked.

In normal circumstances, Paul had little time for begging but this was a boy, and a rather cute one at that, so he made an exception.

“Sorry, mate,” said Paul. “I've got no cash on me.” It was true enough. Paul only had his credit card in his wallet.

“No worries,” said the boy.

“I can't give you any money,” Paul continued. “But maybe you would fancy a burger instead?”

“Yeah,” the boy replied, “That would be great, ta!”

“Is there anywhere near here we can go?”

“Yeah, there's a place in the next street.”

“Lead on!” said Paul, as they headed off together.

A well-known burger chain had an outlet nearby. Paul ordered two meals and they perched on stools side by side as they ate.

“Shouldn't you be at school today?” asked Paul.

“Nah, I took the day off, didn't I?” the boy replied with a cheeky grin.

Paul could look more closely at the boy now that he had taken his hood off. He had a trendy haircut, short with a pattern etched one the side. It was a pretty face, thought Paul, that could have been mistaken for a ten-year-old were it not for the hint of fluff on the boy's upper lip.

“Won't you get in trouble?” Paul asked.

“I went in for registration and then did a bunk,” said the boy, “I do it all the time. School's boring, aint it!”

“Maybe,” said Paul. “But you need to get an education all the same. How old are you, anyway?”

The response was surprising. “Fourteen,” said the boy. Paul would have guessed nearer twelve but didn't say so. “What about you?”

“I'm thirty-five,” said Paul.

“Same age as me dad!” grinned the boy, making Paul feel suddenly ancient.

“Thanks for that!” laughed Paul.

They ate in silence for a moment before Paul spoke again.

“So, you bunk off and school and then go begging in the street? Not a very healthy lifestyle, is it?”

“Oh, I make a packet, me!” retorted the boy.

“From begging?”

“Not just begging,” the boy explained, “I do other stuff as well.”

“Such as?”

“Like blagging burgers off blokes like you!”

“Surely there are only so many burgers a boy can eat in a day!”

“No, not just burgers,” the boy continued, “Other stuff, too. Obvious, ain't it?”

Paul looked at the boy slightly puzzled.

“Wanks and blowjobs!” said the boy. “There are plenty of horny men out there who'll pay for a lad like me!”

“Really?” said Paul.

“Yeah, guys like you!” said the boy.

“How do you...?”

“I can smell a boylover from miles off, me! And you're deffo up for it!”

“But...”

“Look, let's finish here then go back to your hotel room,” the boy explained. “Twenty-five quid and I'll wank you off, fifty and I'll give you a BJ!”

“Keep your voice down!” Paul hissed, afraid that their conversation would be overheard.

The boy pushed the last of the food into his mouth and slurped the cola. “So, you fancy it? Yeah?”

Paul nodded and they left the fast-food place. Paul was both excited and nervous. It was a long time since he'd had sex with a boy and could hardly wait.

They managed to get past reception without anyone noticing and took the lift. Paul checked up and down the corridor anxiously before opening the room door and ushering the boy inside.

They went into the room together, Paul unsure on how to proceed.

“Don't panic!” the boy said. “I know what I'm doing. Get your trousers off and lie on the bed.”

“What about you?” asked Paul. “Are you gonna strip or anything? I'd love to see you naked!”

“Yeah, I can do but it'll cost an extra tenner,” the boy said, matter-of-factly.

Paul sat on the edge of the bed and removed his trousers.

“Nice!” said the boy, noticing the large bulge in Paul's underpants. Then he proceeded to get naked himself, casually removing all his clothes, except his socks for some reason, and dropping them on the floor.

“I don't even know you're name,” said Paul, reaching out to the boy's erection.

“Joey,” the boy replied, although it was just as likely to be untrue. It was a nice cock, thought Paul, touching it at last. Maybe four inches, perhaps a little more. Uncut but with some of the head peeking through the wrinkled foreskin. A nice pair of balls that dangled sexily. A scrotum that had a few long, wispy hairs curling upon it. Dark pubes in a small, neat triangle. Smooth, hairless thighs.

“You're gorgeous, Joey,” Paul crooned, pulling the boy closer.

“You like my dick, then?” Joey smiled.

“Mmmm, yes I do!”

“It's just most of me mates have got bigger ones so...”

“Oh, no, I like it just as it is!”

Paul could wait no longer and took Joey's cock between his lips. He loved the smoothness and softness of the skin enclosing a shaft that was as hard as only a boy can exhibit. As he sucked, he peeled away the rest of the foreskin and bathed the hot glans with his tongue. Joey held Paul's head, enjoying the sensation.

“D'you wanna get naked, mister?” Joey asked.

Paul didn't answer. Instead he quickly undressed then pulled Joey down beside him, hugging him and letting his hands glide all over the boy's slim body. Joey's hand found Paul's six- maybe seven-inch cock.

“You've got a nice cock, mister,” said Joey, sitting up so that he could see it better.

“You can suck it if you want,” muttered Paul. He wasn't sure how long he could last as the thrill of being there with a sexy, naked boy already had him fully aroused.

To Paul's surprise and delight, Joey spun around. The boy straddled Paul's chest but faced the other way. As Joey's head went down toward's Paul's cock to lick the precum from the tip, his little bum ended up practically in Paul's face. Although Paul didn't often go as far as rimming, the puckered, pink orifice in front of him now was just too inviting not to sample. He buried his face between Joey's pert buttocks and found the opening with his wet and eager tongue.

Joey sucked with an experience that belied his age. He seemed to know all the tricks and soon had Paul near the edge.

Paul came up for air, “I'm gonna cum if you carry on like that!”

“Go for it, mister!” smiled Joey, returning to his task.

Paul shuffled Joey back a little. He wanted to suck the boy's balls and his tongue traced the route there along the still hairless perineum. It had a slight salty, sweaty taste but that only excited Paul more. Once he had Joey's balls he sucked them in turn, pulling them into his mouth. The suction made Joey moan and, when Paul managed to fit the whole of the fourteen-year-old's scrotum in his mouth, he groaned, “Oh, fuck! That's amazing!”

Paul couldn't hold back any longer. Joey felt the shaft swell and throb and, seconds later, Paul's jizz was squirting into the teen's mouth. Joey was surprised by the force of the ejaculation but swallowed the hot load with consummate skill, even when the sticky strands caught the back of his throat.

Joey turned himself around so that he was facing Paul and kneeling above his chest. Paul, still trying to catch his breath from his fantastic orgasm, now had a close-up view of the Joey as he jerked himself rapidly. Joey used a thumb on the top of his stiff shaft and three fingers beneath. His other hand slid under his jiggling balls. With a boyish moan, Joey soon shot a thin, watery jet of his boy-cum that landed on Paul beneath. The boy then smeared the hot fluid on Paul's chest.

“D'you want a shower?” Paul asked, once they had both recovered.

“Nah, I'd better get going,” Joey replied, already pulling his clothes back on.

“And I can't persuade you to stay a bit longer?”

“My mam is expecting me back and I can't be late, sorry.”

“Err, what about tomorrow? Can you come back around seven for another session?”

“Yeah, I can do that. If you're still happy to pay me again!”

“It's worth every penny!” said Paul. “I'd love to fuck you though!”

“I told you before,” said Joey, “Wanks and sucks but no fucks!”

“Shame, you have such a fuckable bottom!”

“D'you really wanna fuck a boy, then?”

“You bet!”

“What if I brought someone with me tomorrow?”

“What d'you mean?”

“It'll cost you more, but if you're happy to pay I'll bring a boy with me who you can fuck.”

“Who?” asked Paul.

“It'll be a surprise so wait and see,” Joey teased. “We'll come at seven o'clock on the dot, okay?”

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The conference would have been very useful to Paul had he not spent most of the time thinking about the boys he was seeing that evening. There were the usual seminars and trade stands as well as opportunities to network with others in the business. He returned to the hotel around six and nervously awaited the boys' arrival.

Joey kept to his word as there was a knock on Paul's room door at precisely seven o'clock. Paul hurried to the door and opened it. Joey was standing there grinning and in the company of a much younger boy.

Paul was shocked, not at all expecting Joey's companion to be so much younger. He bustled them into the room quickly, checking up and down the corridor just in case anyone had noticed his visitors.

“Did you managed to get in without being spotted?” he asked.

“Yeah, we sneaked up the stairs instead of using the lift,” Joey replied. “Don't worry, no-one saw us.”

The younger boy looked around the room and then casually went over to the window to take in the view. Paul whispered to Joey.

“What are you playing at? Your friend is far too young!”

“It's fine,” Joey replied. “He's my brother Jackson.”

“I don't care what he's called! He's just a kid. Doing it with you was risky but this is insane!”

“Look, mister,” said Joey. “You wanted a boy to fuck, didn't you?”

“Well, I...”

“And Jackson likes it up the arse!”

“But...”

“Hey, Jackson, tell him,” said Joey, calling to his brother.

Jackson turned to look at them. “Yeah, Joey fucks me all the time!”

Joey looked at Paul. “So, if you give us the money we agreed you can fuck my little brother and give me a blowjob. Can't say fairer than that!”

“Can I try out the shower?” Jackson asked, keen to try out the relative luxury of the hotel's amenities.

“Why don't we all have a shower?” suggested Joey. “It'll help the man chill a bit before we get down to the dirty stuff!”

Jackson was delighted. “Yay!” he called out, already beginning to undress.

Paul was still uncertain. “Just how old is Jackson anyway?”

“He's eleven,” said Joey.

“Nearly twelve,” added Jackson, who was now naked from the waist up.

Joey began to undress. “Hurry up, mister,” he said to Paul.

Paul checked the door was firmly locked and then joined the boys, his lust finally overcoming any doubts he'd had. He watched them as the last of their clothes were dropped on the floor and they scuttled off to the bathroom. The sound of water cascading and their excited chit-chat drew him in and he removed his underpants and went to join them.

“Budge over,” he said, as he squashed beside them in the shower.

Any chance of properly washing was slight as their bodies were pushed tightly together in the confines of the shower. That didn't prevent Paul from reaching for the shower gel and sliding his soapy hands over as much of the two boys as he could reach.

They managed to shuffle around until Paul was in between them. From this vantage point, Paul's hands began to explore their young bodies. Jackson had a slender, almost under-nourished frame and Paul could feel his ribs as his hand slid down the boys front. His stiff cock was a delicious two inches no wider than Paul's middle finger. He fondled it before going lower, rolling the boy's two tiny balls in his hand.

“You've got a big dick, mister,” said Jackson, noticing Paul's throbbing erection that kept poking into his side.

“You'll manage it, won't you, Jackson?” asked Joey with a grin.

“I hope so,” Jackson replied, “But I've never had a big man's dick in me before!”

“Yeah, it's huge!” Joey laughed, grabbing at Paul's cock and squeezing it. “I can't wait to see it go up your arse, Jackson!”

They stepped out of the shower and found towels to dry themselves before heading back into the bedroom. Paul had his towel wrapped around his waist and watched the two happily naked brothers jump onto the bed.

“Let me watch you for a bit,” said Paul, sitting on a chair.

“What do you want us to do, mister?” asked Joey.

“Play with one another,” Paul instructed. “You know, touching and wanking.”

The boys were laying side by side on the bed. Jackson remained motionless, allowing his older brother's hands to explore his body. Joey's fingers ran over the small body; the almost translucent smooth skin, the ridges of his ribs, the tiny nubs of his nipples, the cute 'outie' belly button. Jackson's two-inch cock was as rigid as steel. Joey toyed with it, pushing it down and then letting it spring up smartly.

“Suck it,” Paul ordered.

Joey obeyed, taking the little organ into his mouth with ease. His head was soon bouncing up and down as he pleasured the boy.

Paul stood up, allowing the towel to drop to the floor. His big cock wobbled as he moved towards the bed. He pushed Jackson's slender legs back, forcing Joey to relinquish his position. Joey responded by kneeling by Jackson's face and offering his teen cock for sucking. The eleven-year-old knew what to do and greedily suckled his brother. He'd clearly been well taught by his older brother and, whilst he couldn't take the fullness of it without gagging, he knew how to use his tongue to tease and titillate.

Paul looked down at Jackson's exposed orifice. He could refrain no longer, he had to taste it. The little pucker was dark and inviting, tasting of nothing other than perhaps soap as Paul put his tongue against it. This was a new sensation even for the sexually active youngster and Jackson gurgled contentedly as he felt the man's tongue probing his tender opening. Paul could feel the delicate wrinkles of it on the tip of his tongue and bathed it with spittle licking up and down the whole crease. He then forced it into the young boy making Jackson tense and relax in quivering contractions.

“You got any lube, mister?” asked Joey.

“Yeah,” Paul replied. “Over there on the desk.”
Joey fetched it and returned to the bed. “I thought I'd fuck Jackson first,” he explained. “Just to open him up for that big bastard between your legs!”

Paul moved to Jackson's head, feeding him his cock to suck as Joey unfastened the top of the container and oozed a dollop onto his teen cock. He smeared it liberally on his young shaft and used his sticky fingers to probe Jackson's tight hole.

“Mmmm, pre-cum!” sniggered Jackson, tasting Paul's salty drips. Then he brought his knees up to allow Joey to manouevre into position.

Paul watched enthralled as Joey pushed his cock into Jackson. The brothers had obviously done this dozens of times before as Jackson knew how to relax his muscle and Joey knew how to slide it inside without hurting the boy. There was a little squelching sound as Joey thrust back and forth inside his brother.

At last it was time for Paul to fuck the younger boy and he exchanged places with Joey. He pushed a finger into Jackson's hole. It slid in easily, the boy already opened and eager. A litle lube on his pre-cum sticky glans was all he needed and it eased inside Jackson. The boy knew what he had to do, relaxing and pushing down against the shaft as more and more of it intruded. All the same, the length and girth was more than he had ever taken and he winced slightly and screwed up his eyes.

“Ohh, fuck! It's too big!” he mumbled.

“It's nearly all in,” Joey encouraged, “You can do it!”

With one last gentle shove, Paul pushed it all inside the boy until his balls slapped against Jackson's hot rear. He remained static for a moment until he was sure the boy had become accustomed to it and then began slow, cautious movements, sliding it in and out a little way.

Joey had briefly hurried to the bathroom where he had thoughtfully rinsed the lube from his arse-scented cock. He now returned and, sitting astride the boy's shoulders, pushed it into Jackson's awaiting mouth. The eleven-year-old was now being spit-roasted.

Joey knew he wasn't going to last much longer (boys seldom do) and withdrew his cock so he could wank himself to orgasm. Jackson's open lips followed the teen's cockhead like a magnet and, when it was clear that Joey was there, he stuck out his tongue to receive the hot jets of boy-cum.

Paul grunted, pushing ever deeper and gripping the boy by the ankles of his splayed feet. With a final thrust he froze inside the tight chute, pumping his creamy load in thick bursts. He remained there for a while as his sated cock shrunk to normality. It slid, slug-like, from Jackson drawing the slime in its wake. Joey may have ejaculated but his cock was still firm, almost eager to go again. Jackson did his best to clean his brother's sticky cock and swallowing the tasty teen spunk.

Jackson had excelled in having received hot sperm at both ends. It seemed only fair to permit him his own orgasm and Paul knelt beside him to oblige. The exertions of the fucking had reduced Jackson's cock to a soft, shrivelled one inches but it quickly stiffened when Paul began to play with it. Joey joined the fun by licking at Jackson's tiny pink scrotum as Paul used a finger and thumb to jerk the dicklet.

“Faster!” gasped Jackson, sensing the tickling feeling.

Paul's hand rubbed him rapidly until Jackson buckled, thrusting his hips clear of the bed and gasping. It was a struggle for the others to keep up with the boy's flailing but they persevered until the dramatic shuddering of the dry-cum had subsided.

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Are there any moral concerns with this tale? Perhaps. Should boys be selling themselves in this way? Should adults be taking advantage like this? Well, that is not for me to preach other than to say that here were two boys with sexual appetites having a great time. And Paul? He went back to his ordinary ways but not until he'd swapped numbers with Joey and promised future liaisons with the two boys.

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