Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2006 08:25:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hotel Opportunity

   A work of fiction, humbly offered in one part, by storyguy22@yahoo.com

			     Hotel Opportunity

   I had the great fortune to be seated nearby the pair at lunch in the
hotel cafe. They had caught my attention for several reasons, not the least
of which was that the tight grouping of the cafe tables was so severe, that
for all intents and purposes, we were sitting together. Additionally, they
were symbolic of the odd couple, the man being obviously in his fifty's,
and the boy no more than sixteen. I had dismissed the possibility that they
were related, there being no physical resemblance whatever, and from
snippets I was able to glean from their conversation. No, this was no
father/son, or uncle/nephew gathering, these two were definitely in lust
with each other.

   The man was average, non-descript really, although he appeared to be
well fit, for man of his years. He was dressed casually, regulation tourist
garb for a sight seeing day in San Francisco, right down to the comfortable
shoes that he wore. The boy, however, was absolutely stunning, so very cute
as to nearly be pretty, and his frequent smiles literally lit up the small
room. He was blond, and the blue tone of his eyes was enough to melt your
heart. His skin was creamy, and blemish free, a peaches-and-cream
complexion that not many sixteen year olds enjoyed. He was toned, though
not gym-buffed, his bare arms showing defined muscle, and a sparse coating
of the finest downy fuzz imaginable. He wore snug blue jeans, and they
gathered temptingly at his crotch, concealing, I imagined, a teen penis
that would equal his eye color in heart melting capabilities. As they
smiled, and chatted, it was clear from the thinly veiled innuendos that
they traded, that lunch was a precursor of the sexual adventure that would
follow. How I envied this man, being a long time boy lover myself, and what
the rest of his afternoon, and evening, was likely to consist of, once
alone with this beautiful, and very sexy, young boy.

   As their light discourse continued, I heard the man recite his hotel
room number to the waiter, as he asked to assign the lunch tab to his room
bill. I did a quick mental layout of the hotel, and suddenly realized that
my own room would actually be facing theirs, and be separated by only the
spacing of the twin towers of rooms that made up the hotel, a space of
something less than a hundred feet. My heart raced in my chest, as I
speculated that they well might not be overly concerned with closing the
blinds against this spectacular San Francisco skyline, given the height
above the street of our respective floors. I let myself wonder, or better
hope, that it was possible that they would embark their lustful adventure
in the open, allowing me to indulge my latent voyeur fetish. The very idea
that I might be afforded the opportunity to see this young beauty
gloriously naked, and hard, gave instant rise to my own cock, as it
inflated in my pants.

   They finished their lunch, and the man signed the check, then, stood,
reaching across the table to take the boys hand as he got to his feet. My
eyes locked onto the tight jeans, and widened, as I clearly saw the sizable
tube of boy cock that swelled the inner thigh of the snug jeans. Oh my, I
thought, my mouth suddenly flooding with saliva, now that, looks to be the
perfect dessert! The boy slid around the table, and they departed toward
the elevator banks, as my eyes drilled laser dots on the perfect bubble
that was the boy's very cute butt. The man was clearly a fool, I decided,
were that hunky little twink my lunch partner, it would definitely have
been room service, and lunch in the nude!

   I quickly called for my own check, and hurried up to my room, my cock
never easing off point for a minute. I opened my door, and locked it behind
me, leaving the do not disturb sign on the outer handle. I moved across the
dim room, and snuck a peek around the corner of the drapery, peering across
the space between the twin towers. I focused on the large window directly
opposite, and felt my pulse leap, when I saw them, the man and the boy,
seated on the large sofa that was identical to the one in my own room. The
lamp behind the sofa was lit, the soft backlight perfect for my devious
purposes, and I bit my lip, as I watched the man gently stroke the boy's
soft, blond hair, his finger toying with the boy's ear occasionally. The
boy seemed fully relaxed, and smiled frequently, obviously enjoying the
man's light touches, and whatever he was saying to him. My cock strained
against the fly of my slacks, and I stood rock still, my attention riveted
to the scene on front of my prying eyes.

   The man said something, then, slid his hand to the back of the boy's
neck, and he urged the boy closer, as their mouths met in a passionate
kiss. The man slowly stroked the length of the boys back as they continued
their kiss, and I could just see them dueling their tongues between their
wide open mouths. The kissed lingered, and, though it was out of sight
below the window frame, I knew that the man was massaging the perfect
globes of the boy's pretty butt. They separated then, and the man moved his
hands up the boy's back, once again rubbing him, as he spoke again, then
stood, and walked out of my sightline, his very erect cock seriously
tenting the front of his pants. The boy smiled prettily, and said something
to the man, then got to his feet. I watched, breathless, as he walked
directly toward me, stopping in front of the large window. He gazed all
around, obviously enamored of the varied skyline of the city, and I saw the
man approach, and stand behind the boy.

   The man extended an arm toward the window, pointing out landmark
buildings, I suppose, then, slid both arms around the boy's slim waist,
bringing his palms to rest on the boy's abdomen. The boy turned his head
slightly, and spoke to the man, who smiled. I watched, in awe, as the man
moved one hand across the boy's chest, stroking him, as his other hand
drifted lower, moving horizontally across the boy's tummy, and waist. He
leaned in, and nuzzled the neck of the boy, and he rolled his blond head in
obvious pleasure, as the man tugged at the hem of the boy's tee shirt,
lifting it, as the boy raised his arms, helping the man to remove the
shirt. Bare chested now, the boy raised his arms, and clasped his hands
behind his head, as the man's hands roamed over the satin smooth flesh of
his torso. The man continued to nuzzle the boy's neck, and licked his ear
several times, as his fingers worked at the quarter sized nipples that
dotted the boy's smooth chest, his other hand moving over the soft tummy
below. The boy had a look of pure pleasure, and lust, on his sweet face,
and the man moved his lower hand to the fly of the jeans, and began
fumbling to get it open. I gasped, and opened my own fly, letting my slacks
puddle at my ankles, as I slid my briefs down, freeing my aching
erection. As I closed my fist around my turgid shaft, the man succeeded in
opening the jeans, and moved his hands to tug them down the boy's legs, and
off.

   The boy was wearing boxers, and his very erect boyhood poked straight
out, tenting the slack material. The man moved one hand back to the rigid
nipples, fingering back and forth between them, as his free hand roamed the
boy's lower stomach, and worked the front of the swollen boxers. The boy
rolled his head side to side, his excitement obvious, and growing, as the
man continued to fondle him, his own erection pressed into the boy's
heavenly butt cheeks. He groped the boy's crotch, and fished his erection
out through the fly of the boxers, and gripped it firmly, stroking it
slowly. The boy visibly shuddered, his lithe body leaning back against the
man that fondled him. The man stroked his granite hard erection for several
minutes, and my cock began pouring out precum in a steady flow, as I kept
my eyes riveted on the incredible scene. Eventually, the man pushed the
boxers down the boys legs, and he stumbled slightly, as he stepped out of
them, and the jeans, one toned leg kicking them away, leaving him totally,
and gloriously naked in front of the window. My cock twitched, and more
precum oozed from the slit, as my heart pounded inside my chest, a loud
roar in my ears. He was stunning, amazingly beautiful, and his proud boy
cock waved off his lightly haired groin. He was perfect, about seven full
inches, I speculated, and perfectly sculpted. The thick shaft appeared to
be glassy smooth, and flowed into the slightly flared, and circumcised
head, a perfect helmet shape, centered by the small slit. I blinked, and
swore that I could see a pearl of his precum clinging to the tiny slit. I
licked my lips, almost tasting its nutty flavor, and sensing the slickness,
and warmth, in my mouth.

   In what almost seemed slow motion, the man brought his hand to the boy's
erection, and clasped it, moving up and down its length, his other hand
continuing to strum the boy's nipples, and chest. The boy's balls were
equal to his cock in their perfection, and beauty. Full, yet firm, the
hairless sac clung snugly to his crotch, and I watched, a small groan
escaping my chest, as the man cupped them in his hand, toying with the
nuggets, and lightly tugging the taut scrotum. His upper hand moved off the
boy's nipples, and disappeared at his side, and I gulped, realizing from
the boy's reaction, that the man was now touching his incredible ass. He
continued stroking the boy, his hand moving in steady rhythm back and
forth, as the boy rose up on his toes, a look of pure lust, and ecstasy
painting across his face. I increased my stroking of my leaking cock, sure
in the idea that the man was now fingering the boy's snug little pussy, as
he worked the steely teen rod in his other hand.

   It was like a moment frozen in time, as the man's movements brought the
boy ever closer to the edge, and I stood rooted to the spot, my own orgasm
rapidly building within me. The man moved slightly, and the boy flexed his
slim hips, bringing the drooling head of that beautiful boy cock in brief
contact with the glass pane, and I groaned loudly, seeing the smear of his
precum coat the window. The man gave another small lurch, and the boy
opened his mouth wide, his eyes tightly closing, as his cock appeared to
swell thicker in the man's slow and steadily moving grip, and he erupted,
spewing thick ropes of his creamy boy cum over the window in long ropes. He
ejected no less than five, maybe six, strong ejaculations, his lithe body
shuddering strongly with each jet of his cum, until he was drained, and
sagged back against he man. The man accepted the weight of the boy easily,
holding him with an arm draped across his still heaving chest, as he
extended his other arm to the window pane. He swiped his fingers over the
drizzling tracks of the boy's creamy discharge, effectively scooping a
large portion of the thick goo onto his fingers. He lifted his arm, and
moved his hand to the boy's face, pressing the slimy fingers against the
boy's lush lips. He opened his mouth slightly, and the man fed his cum
coated fingers inside the boy's mouth, holding them there, as the boy
suckled them hungrily.

   The man moved then, nearly dragging the limp boy with him, and
maneuvered to the low coffee table that fronted the sofa. He nudged the
boy, who promptly sat his cute butt down on the table, bringing his
flushed, and pretty face in perfect alignment with the man's very hard
cock. The boy stared at the thick instrument, a look of pure lust on his
face, and he leaned slightly closer. The man placed his hands on his hips,
and spread his thick legs slightly, as the boy reached out, and gripped the
turgid stalk that wavered in front of his lust filled face. He stroked it a
few times, then, extended his pink tongue to lap across the smooth head,
apparently capturing a pearl of precum. He resumed stroking the man,
picking up the pace, and gaining a steady back and forth rhythm, as his
free hand reached in to cup the large balls that hung loosely below the
thick erection. The man rolled his head back, and I could see his hips
rocking, as he slowly humped into the boy's firm grip, his inner tensions
obviously building rapidly.

   My own pressures were rapidly reaching a peak, as well, and my steady
flow of precum began to pool on the floor in the front of me, as I stroked
my rock hard cock, keeping perfect sync with the boy's stroking of his
man. It was as if, by extension, the boy was actually applying his skills
to my own aching cock, and I moaned loudly, as my pent up load ejected in
strong spasms, the thick ropes of my seed pooling on the floor at my
feet. The man suddenly lurched, his hips driving strongly forward, and I
moaned again, and I watched, incredulous, as he erupted, and sprayed
several rapid jets of his thick cum onto the boy's smooth, pretty face. The
boy held his position, taking the full brunt of the man's copious
ejaculation square in the face with not the slightest flinch, or
withdrawal. As the man finally stopped erupting, the boy released his thick
shaft, and turned his sweet face upward, allowing the man to view the
streaks, and pools, of his lust painting the boy's face. The man slowly
smiled, and took his wilting cock in his fingers. He inched forward, and
let the drooling head of his thick cock contact the boy's well slimed face,
his fingers directing it, as he smeared the thick fluid over the baby soft
skin. He withdrew slightly then, and guided his thick, and slimy cock to
the boys soft lips, moving the wet head back and forth. The boy opened his
mouth then, and captured the bulbous head of the man cock between his full
lips, and gently sucked it clean.

  The man bent down then, and slid his beefy hands into the boy's soft
underarms, and lifted him to his feet. Leaning his head down slightly,
their mouths met in a passionate kiss, as I watched the tongues intertwine,
sharing their combined flavors. The man broke the embrace then, and reached
down to grip the boy's newly hardened boyhood, and led him away, out of
sight of the window. I stood there another moment, totally transfixed by
what I had just witnessed, then, shuddered, and slowly drew the heavy
drapery closed.

The End
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