Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2024 12:25:15 +0100 From: roby bobby Subject: Hotel California This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18: if material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the law may have forbidden you from reading this story. Please understand this is a work of FICTION. The actions described in the story are neither real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It's just fiction, folks. This story was (very) loosely inspired by the immortal song from the 70s, with a lot of artistic licenses, so to speak. I added a small tribute to little Joshy, a delightful creature from Norfolkandgood, and to the great artist @Graphite, whose "Watching the Boys" series, but not only, has been the source of countless... er... daily and nocturnal emissions! I hope I haven't offended anyone with this little thought! Please be sure to support Nifty and keep it going with your donations. Feedbacks welcome at de182tg@gmail.com. I'm not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! Hotel California - A Short Story (m/b, fantasy) *-*-*-*-*-*-* Hello, my fellow perverts! How did you spend last Halloween? You say, trying to convince little 9 y.o. Owen in the pistolero suit the sugar stick jutting out your pants was not going to hurt him if he tried to sit on it and get it up his tiny bum-hole for a ride? Nice! And did you succeed? WOW! He took all your thick 8" stick with just a little whine? And rode it like a real cowboy would on his wild mustang at the county rodeo fair, until he got his creamy treat? Oh dear, you surely could teach me a thing or two about little boys!! And you? Yes you, my nigga over there, what did you say? You got a red-headed and freckled Captain Sparrow to polish your black 10" cannon barrel down his tight throat before you shot a treat in his mouth? While his first-grade little school mates took care of the two Black Pearls hanging below the huge cannon? Well done, my friend... very well done! I'd have happily helped clean your stern! And me, you ask? You won't believe half of it, trust me! That Halloween night, I found myself on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, riding my Harley between Yuma and Calexico, on my way to San Diego, CA. I love to drive around on my black Softail Heritage Classic any time I can, and the longer the trip, the greater the fun. I am an Iron Butt Association full member, after all. A week ago, I travelled to Yuma to meet Alan, an old, dear friend of mine, and talk about the old times in the Navy. Yeah, we were Navy Seals back in the days. Where I live in San Diego it's not far away from the Naval Base. I spend a lot of time sitting on a bench, soaking in the sun, breathing the fresh sea-breeze, and looking at the ships moving in and out the harbor... So many memories! Back to Alan... We always shared a lot when we were in the Navy, and after we left it, too. The last thing we shared last night was his 9 y.o. son Colin, a very well-trained kid, if you ask me. Blond, tanned, easy to handle around if you know what I mean... He loves cum and has a really accommodating hot, little ass and a deep, tight, and slimy throat: last night we first spit roasted the little sex fiend and then he took both of us up his bottomless boy-pussy in the best DP I've ever experienced. Well, he did fight and scream a little before is ass ring gave up letting me in... His daddy is not very thick, but I am for sure! More lube and a little popper did the trick, anyway. His hole was so stretched when we finished with him, you could easily plant a small lemon tree there! So, there I was, with the sun slowly setting down for the night, mindlessly riding my bike in total freedom, squeezing my hard cock at the memories of the fuck-tastic time I had with my friend Alan and little Colin... and I lost track of time and space! When I smelled warm smell of colitas rising up through the air I come back to my senses just to notice I was hungry as fuck. And running out of gas! Shit! I didn't even remember where the last or the next gas station would be... Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. Finally, some sort of life was there, just in front of me. My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim, so hungry and tired I suddenly felt. I had to stop for the night: I didn't want to dry the tank in the middle of nowhere, at night! Rude ex-Navy Seal as much as you want... but I'm not an idiot! So, I rode toward the light I saw before. At the end of a narrow gravel road there was a nice, old building in the classic SoCal "mission" style, surrounded by tall palm trees, a few cacti and Joshua trees. I entered the court and safely parked my HD. There were many cars, and a few bikes, all covered by a a tiny veil of desert dust, as if they had been there for a while. I turned to the office to book in for the night and... I froze on the spot. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open and drooling! There he stood in the doorway, the most beautiful kid I ever laid my eyes upon! He looked between 14 and 16 years old, tall, lanky, with smooth skin as white as milk. A full head of golden-copper blonde hair kept long and gently waving down to his shoulder blades. Light green eyes, pouty red lips, and lotsa freckles sprinkled over his perfect nose and cheekbones. He wore blue jeans, highlighting his long legs and the nice bulge on the front, and a white low cut tank top showing off his toned body. Butterflies were flying in my knotted my stomach and I even heard the mission bell, I swear it! Love-struck then and there. I slowly approached him and asked a room for the night. "Welcome to the Hotel California, Mister. My name is Aaron, and I will be pleased to help you tonite." "Such a lovely place you've here, Aaron!" "Yes, Sir! It's such a lovely place, really" He smiled warmly, with his eyes before his mouth. "Such a lovely face", I thought, returning the smile. "So, Aaron, have you any room for me tonite?" "Plenty of room at the Hotel California, Sir. Any time of year you can find it here, if you need to stop." "Have you anything else for me I would enjoy, Aaron?" "Of course, Sir. Whatever you need, I'm here to help you. How'd I deny anything to a charming man like you!" He looked me straight in the eyes as he said this with a mischievous grin on his beautiful, freckled face. His smile grew even wider, and whiter. And warmer. And sexier, too! Oh, God! Please fucking help me!!! And, still dumbstruck by the beauty of this kid, I was thinking to myself, "This could be Heaven, or this could be Hell. What kind of trouble have you gotten myself into?" He had just entered my data into the booking system when the lights went out. "Oh, don't you worry, Mister. It's Halloween. And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast." Then he lit up a candle and showed me the way to my room # 69. There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say "Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place ..." and something else I couldn't catch, I was more interested in Aaron's round ass gently swaying in front of me. I don't know how I managed to restrain myself from jumping all over him then and there and explore every single inch of his alluring body. There were kids in costumes dancing in the courtyard, covered in sweet summer sweat. Judging by the adults ogling over their lithe bodies, I'm sure that night they had some dance to remember, some dance to forget. A little one dressed as Spider Man caught my eye: he was attracting a lot of attention, apparently, as he was surrounded by a group of several adults openly fondling him. I could have bet one had one or more fingers up his little butt, and the little tyke was moaning in pleasure loud enough to be heard!!! Other children were playing at the pool, in the warm SoCal night. Some of them wore tight-fitting white speedos, and puka shell bracelets at the ankles. I noticed all the kids, apparently aged 8 to 14 or so, were white, but all the adults were black or latino. And they were all naked and shamelessly showing impressive pieces of meat between their legs. Weird! A wild party, surely! Before Aaron and I turned away, I heard one kid shout "Hey, Daddy Jamal! Bring the kryptonite! Uncle Dee says we are ready!" Must have been a fan of Superman... Kryptonite, LOL! go figure! We reached my room; Aaron opened the door, and we entered a "D&D" themed room. There were handcuffs on the bed, restraining stuff, a whip, and a lot of other paraphernalia I didn't know what they were for. Mirrors were installed on the ceiling, and pink champagne on ice was waiting for us on the bedstand. "Do you like our themed room, Mister?" And, with a wicked grin, he added "that's the most beautiful room we have vacant tonite. I felt something magic was going to happen on Halloween, and I kept it for me. And for you, my handsome, rugged biker!" I couldn't answer, my brain fogged up as all my blood went south, straining my aching cock to levels never reached before. Aaron got closer to me and took my face into his long, pianista hands. He looked straight into my eyes and said "Tonite, we are all just prisoners here, of our own device". He leaned forward and kissed me. My heart raced to a thousand beats per minute, my cock could have cut diamonds as hard as it was. And I melted like butter between the hot arms of this young man, still growing and yet so skilled. And charming. And fucking sexy... I returned the kiss with fervor, burning with a passion I forgot I could muster. Our hands roamed all over our bodies and we soon found ourselves naked on the bed. We made love all night long, nothing barred between us. I can't remember much now, except that the carpet matched the drapes, and his beautiful 8" pale cock perfectly fit into all my willing holes. We cum, got drunk with the pink champagne, made love again, the mirrors on the ceiling returning the image of a beautiful teen and a burly biker having the best Halloween of all times. And still those voices calling from far away woke me up in the middle of the night. Aaron was not there with me and suddenly I got scared. Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before. "Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave!" *-*-*-*-*-*-* I woke up with a start, my heart pounding, sweating profusely. I looked around and recognized Alan's bedroom. And if that was not enough clue about where I was, Colin was happily slurping on my morning wood. "Have you had a bad dream, `ncle Bob?" "Hi, kiddo... yeah, sort of... Where's daddy?" "I'm here, shaving" Alan's voice came from the en-suite. "Are you ok, mate?" "Sorta... which day is today?" I asked, still a little confused by my dream. "It's Haaaallooo --- weeeeeeeeee---nnnn, `ncle!!!! Tonite I go trick or treating with Daddy, right Daddy?" "Yeah kiddo, we will do... but know let Uncle Bob get up and get ready to go. We don't want him to get lost on a dark desert highway on his way to that kind of big "hotel for weirdoes" they call California, do we?" ******* You might wish to give a look to my other stories on Nifty: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#robybobby