Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 13:54:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Room 1510

Room 1510
By
Storyguy22

   This is a work of fiction created solely in the fantasy corridors of my
own mind. The story depicts acts of a sexual nature between a teenage boy
and an adult man. Move on, or enjoy...your call.

(1)

   Brian squirmed on the plastic bench of the coffee shop booth where he
sat virtually trapped between his parents who occupied the outer edges of
the curved bench. He sighed heavily, and began reluctantly scanning the
breakfast menu that he had been handed when seated.

   At fourteen, Brian was currently living every teen boy's nightmare, and
he was not one bit happy about it. What teen wants to participate in a
family outing of any sort, much less a four day junket to the least kid
friendly place on earth, Las Vegas, Nevada. Still eyeing the breakfast
selections the menu offered, Brian faintly heard his Mother's rebuke for
him to settle down and stop fidgeting around so much, and for no other
reason than to spite her, he dropped his menu into his lap, and then to the
floor under the booth. Glancing in his Mother's direction he gave a
helpless little shrug, and smirked. His Mom glared at him, shaking her head
as his Dad bent down to retrieve the menu. He handed it back to Brian, and
fixed him with one of his famous expressions that clearly stated "knock it
off" without a word being spoken.

   With another sigh, Brian focused his attention on the menu while he
decided what to order. It wasn't that he didn't love his parents, he did,
and they returned that affection as well. But, two full days spent inside
the family sedan with his parents followed by two horrific nights sharing a
two bed motel room with Mom and Dad had all but pushed Brian to his
limits. He was bored half out of his mind, and he desperately wanted to be
back home in his own private room where he would have more than ample
privacy to resolve the other problem that had him on edge and irritable, to
wit, he was as horny as a two-peckered Billy goat.

   The bevy of amazingly pleasurable sensations associated with Brian's
discovery of the ageless act of masturbation had pretty much consumed him
since he had first experienced them around age eleven, and, as he had moved
into puberty and the associated production of semen that his masturbatory
efforts brought forth had begun, his desire to experience those breath
taking sensations had become a near obsession. Simply thinking about
fisting his boyhood until it gushed forth its creamy offering caused
Brian's penis to thicken inside his shorts his hand automatically settled
onto his lap as he adjusted his now rigid erection to a more comfortable
position. As he deftly groped himself below the table his eyes flicked
around the busy room, and suddenly locked onto the smiling gaze of the man
sitting alone at a small table directly across from his position. Clearly
the man was watching him grip his boner, and he instantly felt a wave of
heat flush across his face as the man smiled, and covertly nodded his head
as Brian quickly jerked his hand away from his swollen crotch. He watched
the mans eyes drop as he openly stared at Brian's bulging shorts, and the
heat in his face went hotter as he clearly saw the man's pink tongue slip
out to run over his soft looking lips. Brian actually shuddered as his rock
hard boyhood lurched inside his snug shorts and he saw the man give him a
small wink before he turned his attention back to his coffee.

   Brian felt a tightness in his chest, and his young penis throbbed
strongly in his shorts as he watched the man stand, and then leave some
money on the table as he walked away, headed for the register to pay his
check. Unable to stop himself, Brian watched the man pay, and then pocket
his change. As he turned away from the register he looked pointedly in
Brian's direction, and he did that little wink thing again as Brian stifled
the urge to groan out loud. The man walked away then, and Brian's eyes
followed him as he approached the elevator banks, and then
disappeared. Another strong shudder shook Brian's lithe body, and he felt
another flush of heat on his face as his Mother suddenly placed her hand on
his cheek, and asked if he was feeling okay. Brian snapped back to the
present, nodding his head, as he shifted his focus to the food that was
being placed in front of him.

   While giving great effort to appear normal as he picked at his breakfast
and listened to his parents banter back and forth, Brian was in reality
completely focused on the man, and the fact that he had clearly seen him
fooling with his boner, and apparently, had very much enjoyed knowing that
Brian was nearly painfully erect. In fact, if Brian read it correctly, the
man was quite interested in his boner, and he really wondered what the guy
had meant by those little winks and smiles, not to mention the quick little
swipe of his tongue over his lips. The other fact that continued to cross
Brian's mind was that the man had gone to the elevators after breakfast
which made it a good bet that he too was staying at this hotel, which made
it a fair bet that Brian would encounter him again. He wasn't exactly sure
why that prospect gave him a warm and funny feeling down in his plump
little balls, but it did, definitely. Thinking of that pink tongue, Brian
closed his eyes, and made a soft groaning sound as his young penis throbbed
behind his shorts, again causing his Mom to ask if he was feeling okay. He
blinked away the vision of that pink tongue lapping hungrily at his boner
as he assured her he was fine, just a little bored.

   Breakfast finally over, Brian and his folks spent some time walking the
length of the shopping venue off the lobby of the hotel, window shopping as
the meal settled. Brian was all but desperate to rid himself of his parents
so that he might either find sufficient privacy to jerk off a much needed
discharge of boy-cum, or to go in search of the very interesting man from
the coffee shop, or preferably both. Finally, they returned to their room
and freshened up, and his parents announced that they were going down to
the casino area to try their luck on the slots for a while. Brian smiled
sweetly, wished them good luck, and stated his intention to go down to the
swimming pool for a dip, and some work on his already golden tan. Shortly
after, his parents left, and Brian quickly stripped out of his clothes.

   Naked, he padded into the bathroom, and checked out his naked image in
the large mirror behind the vanity. He turned this way and that, admiring
his developing body, and in particular his very erect penis, and his tight
little pouch. He smiled as he focused on the small tuft of dark hair that
had emerged above his penis, and he lifted his arms to check out the
equally sparse growth at each underarm. The rest of his slender body was
devoid of any sign of hair, and his slim frame was solid, and nicely
tanned. The snow-white middle section that was protected from the sun stood
in sharp contrast to the toasty tone of his smooth skin, and he shook his
hips back and forth which caused his erection to bounce off his
groin. Brian chuckled, and reached to grip the narrow shaft as he stroked
it back and forth several times, causing another strong shudder. He used a
fingertip to circle the smooth plum-like knob at the end of his five inch
boyhood, and his knees buckled as the sharp pleasure coursed across his
nerves. He moved his other hand to the juncture of his hairless legs, and
gently cupped the silky sac of his balls and squeezed them as he continued
stroking his rigid erection, and in a matter of seconds his pent up
horniness overcame him as his young boner throbbed in his fist, and spewed
forth several strong ejaculations of his surprisingly rich semen. The thick
streamers jetted across the smooth granite countertop as Brian grunted
loudly, and his knees went all spongy and soft, causing the boy to lean
down onto the counter as the strong orgasm waned, and settled. He eyed the
puddles and streaks of his discharge, and he lowered his head, sniffing the
slightly pungent odor of his offering, and on impulse he stuck out his
tongue to lap at a pool of the still warm and slippery fluid. The acrid
flavor of it attacked his taste buds, and he pulled back, washing his
tongue through his mouth to savor the taste, finding that he was once more
unable to decide if he liked it, or hated it. He had seen countless acts of
sperm ingesting during his covert surfing of net porn sites where the
players all acted as if the somewhat slimy substance was maybe ten times
better tasting than ice cream, but Brian wasn't yet totally convinced. He
straightened then, and took another quick study of his now flaccid penis,
and then walked back into the room, and dug some swim trunks out of his
suitcase and tugged them on over his nakedness. He slid into his
flip-flops, and took a towel from the linen shelf, and then headed out to
the amazing swimming pool that was located on the main floor. As he
descended in the elevator he kept hoping that the car would halt, and that
the good looking man from the coffee shop would get on with him. Sadly,
that didn't happen, and when Brian exited into the lobby, he turned left,
and walked over to the glass doors that lead to the pool area.

   Reaching the vast array of tables and padded loungers, Brian made a
careful visual sweep of the pool area in search of his man friend, and
frowned when he didn't spot him among the throng of people that were
swimming and sunning. He walked over to a pair of lounges that were
separated by a small round table, and he spread his towel out on one of
them, and then stretched his lithe body out on the other. The towel, he
hoped, would give the impression that the vacant lounge was actually
occupied, thereby saving it for his man friend should he appear. Brian
sighed heavily, the relief of the long overdue orgasm still lingering
pleasantly as he settled back, and relished the warmth of the desert sun on
his scantily clad body.

   For the next couple of hours Brian sunned, and swam, the hot sun driving
him to the cool water of the pool at regular intervals. When he returned to
his lounge after his most recent plunge, he stretched out face first on the
lounge, and folded his hands under his chin. He made another scan of the
deck area, and as he returned his chin to his folded hands, he caught a
glimpse of what he was sure was him just walking out of the lobby into the
pool area. His head snapped up, and he focused his gaze on the man that had
stopped just at the edge of the patio area as he seemed to be looking for
someone, or something, in particular. Over here Dude, Brian's mind
screamed, his mind straining to telepath the thought. He moved into a
sitting position then, and reached for the towel on the other
lounge. Standing, he tried to make himself as visible as possible as his
eyes followed the man's head slowly tracking the pool area. Finally, his
gaze seemed to settle on Brian, and Brian felt his pulse race as his
boyhood twitched in his trunks. The man flashed a brief smile, and then he
started walking, directly at Brian! Brian quickly dropped onto the lounge,
not wanting to be so obvious that he was all but running full tilt across
the deck to jump into the man's arms. His heart raced, and he wasn't
actually sure why that was, but his penis began a rapid inflation behind
his snug trunks as the man walked up beside him, and quietly asked him if
the nearby lounge was taken.

   Oh shit, thought Brian, it really is him...and...jeez...there are, like,
a dozen other lounges empty out here...but...he wants this one...right by
me...oh man...please, God...! Looking up at the very good looking man,
Brian smiled what he hoped was his best boyish grin, and batted his longish
eyelashes several times as he shook his head no, and asked the man to sit
down. As he settled himself, Brian seized the opportunity to check the man
out, and he felt his penis throb as he took in the strong, lean body of
what he hoped was going to be a new friend. The man was probably in his
early thirties, a few years younger than Brian's Dad, and his lean body was
fit, and very tan. He had broad shoulders, and tight muscles in his arms,
and his nicely developed chest was nearly as smooth as Brian's own. He was
wearing a pair of shorts that were mid-thigh length, and there were
definitely some interesting bulges and creases going on behind the narrow
swatch of cloth that did not escape Brian's interest. The man's legs were
well shaped, and toned, and a dusting of dark hair covered his lower
legs. Brian finally settled his gaze on the man's face, and blushed when he
realized the man had caught him checking out his body. He did that little
wink thing again, and Brian decided that the guy was definitely handsome,
big time.

   They both settled back, and a smattering of chat ensued, mostly the
usual stuff regarding where they were from, how they were enjoying Las
Vegas, and the plush hotel. Eventually, the man referenced the coffee shop
event earlier that morning, and he chuckled warmly as he winked once more
at the blushing boy, and told him that he had very much enjoyed the little
"teaser" that Brian had provided him, and that he had thought of the event
all day as he had gone about his conference business. Brian blushed
prettily, and confessed that he too had had that on his mind a lot, too. As
he had admitted his awareness of the man watching him toy with his pride
and joy, Brian blushed so hotly that he was embarrassed, and he quickly got
to his feet, excusing himself to take a cooling swim. The man had chuckled
knowingly, and watched Brian hurry to the pool, and jump in.

   After several minutes, Brian returned, and picked up his towel from the
lounge. He flung it around his shoulders, and the man settled his gaze on
the soaking wet trunks that clung like skin to Brian's treasures. He licked
his lips as the boy began drawing the towel back and forth across his back,
causing the ample package at his crotch to stir as the wet cloth clung to
his boyhood, leaving little to the imagination. Brian watched the man stare
at his package, and he felt it react, swelling and stiffening as it filled
with blood as their eyes met, and held. The man's gaze shifted between
Brian's hungry gaze and his now obvious erection, and he drew his tongue
over his soft lips several times. Brian sucked in a big breath, and held
it, as he slowly moved his hand to his swollen crotch, the man's eyes
locked tightly on the boy's moving hand. His heart hammering in his chest,
Brian gripped his pulsing erection in his hand, and moved it up and down as
he released a nervous little giggle, and told the man that he hated wearing
wet swim trunks because they always got...tangled up...in his...stuff. The
man nodded understandingly, and never moved his hungry gaze from the boy's
delicate hand gently pumping his swollen boyhood scant inches from his
nearly drooling face. Finally, he rolled his eyes up, and met Brian's
nearly pleading gaze, and he smiled, as he told the boy that he knew what
he meant, that he disliked wearing wet trunks for the same reason. He sat
up suddenly then, and as he leaned forward to free the towel he was sitting
on, his face ever so briefly came in contact with the back of Brian's hand
where he still gripped his erection, and Brian sucked in a sharp
breath. The man stood up then, doing that little wink thing again, and he
said very simply, "room 1510" as he walked away, leaving Brian standing
there with rubbery knees, a pounding heart, and an aching erection.

   Brian stood as though frozen to the spot as he watched his man friend
walk through the glass doors to the hotel lobby, and disappear. Thinking he
might actually fall over from his racing pulse, he dropped onto the lounge,
and dropped his head between his knees as he sucked in deep breaths,
struggling for control of his racing emotions. He desperately wanted to
rush right inside, and get to room 1510 as rapidly as possible, even though
he was unsure exactly why. To make that journey held untold promise, he was
absolutely certain of that, but it also held an aura of fear, the oft
repeated cautions of his parents regarding going off with strangers echoing
loudly in his ringing ears. His feverish mind raced, the powerful conflicts
he was feeling banging into each other like train wrecks inside his
head. In the coffee shop this morning, and out here at the pool, there are
people everywhere, and because of that he was safe. But, in room 1510 there
would be only the two of them, an eager and very excited young boy, and a
very smooth and controlled older man...alone...and behind a closed, and
highly sound proofed door. Oh jeez, thought Brian...I might not ever get
another chance like this...not ever...and man...I SO wanna know
what...it...might be like to...do that...jeez...!

  After a few more agonizing minutes, Brian inhaled a deep breath, and then
blew it out slowly. He stood up, once more adjusting his boyhood and not
caring who might be watching. He scooped up his towel and slung it around
his waist to hide his burgeoning boyhood, and then strode purposefully
through the expansive lobby to the elevators. Stepping inside, he firmly
punched the "15" button, and then leaned back against the cool wood
paneling as the car rapidly ascended, the call bell giving an ominous
"ding" as the doors slid open to the 15th floor. Brian inhaled again, and
then stepped out to the thickly carpeted hallway. He looked at the sign on
the wall, the thin arrow indicating that room 1510 was to his left, and he
turned that way, striding along the hallway as his boyhood throbbed behind
his wet trunks. Three doors down he stopped in front of the dark door
showing the digits 1510 in gleaming chrome, and he sucked in another big
breath. He noticed his hand trembling as he extended his arm, and made a
fist, then knocked firmly on the solid door as he let go the breath.

   The door swung open almost immediately, and Brian couldn't help but
smile as the good looking face of his man friend grinned back at him. He
stepped back a bit, and swept his arm across his smooth body, indicating
that Brian should come inside. Brian dropped his eyes briefly, and noted
that the man had a towel wrapped around his waist, and, judging from the
wicked bulge that poked at the towel, that was all he was wearing. Brian
gulped, and stepped across the threshold, and then into the room as the man
closed the door behind him. Brian gave a little start as he heard the dead
bolt slam into place as the man locked the door, and he jumped again,
sharply, as the man suddenly placed his wide palm on his upper back, and
gave him a gentle push forward. Brian moved, walking over to the sofa and
table that made up the sitting room area of the large suite, and as he
looked around his heart did a little flip when he scanned the adjoining
bedroom, and the expansive king sized bed that it held. He looked nervously
at the man, and tried for a smile, and the man continued to knead the
smooth flesh of his shoulder as he told him in a gentle voice to just
relax, and not be nervous because nothing was going to happen that Brian
didn't want to happen, and, that this was all about pleasure, and nothing
about bad things at all. Brian found his words, and tone reassuring, and he
began to relax, and focus on how amazing it felt having the man stroke his
back that way, and he became acutely aware of his throbbing boyhood, which
suddenly seemed harder than ever before.

   The man turned Brian then, and his wide hand moved to his bare chest
where he slowly moved it side to side, his fingers just lightly grazing
over the boy's excited little nipples. Brian shuddered, a soft moan
escaping as he for the first time experienced the sharp jolting sensation
that seemed to run on a direct line from his nipples being touched to his
aching young balls, and the man chuckled softly as he repeatedly tweaked
the tiny nubbins and their stiff little points. His rigid penis pulsed
mightily against his still wet trunks, and as the man's hand dropped lower,
moving in small arcs across the soft skin of Brian's tummy he groaned
again. Moving the disturbing hand lower still, the man firmly closed it
over Brian's rock hard boyhood, and squeezed it, his palm seemingly so wide
that the fingers also closed over his tingling balls.

   The man massaged Brian's package expertly, sending a multitude of
stunning sensations coursing through the boy's young and untouched body
until Brian thought he might faint. Giving Brian's treasures another firm
squeeze, the man reminded Brian that he had said how he hated wearing wet
swim trunks, and when Brian simply nodded his agreement, the man deftly
hooked his fingers into the elastic of the boy's trunks, and worked the
soggy garment down his smooth and hairless thighs until it puddled at his
ankles. Brian stepped out of the wet trunks, and shuddered, as his rigid
boyhood pulsed at the coolness of the air conditioned room, and the man
moved away slightly, letting his eyes travel over the boy's naked beauty
from head to toe, and then back again, as he let out a soft whistle of
appreciation. Brian felt his face go hot as he blushed furiously, keenly
aware of his nakedness, and his throbbing erection, and the fact that this
adult man was seeing him totally naked, and fully excited. Not since he had
been a very young boy had any adult seen Brian fully naked, and even then
not with the rigid stalk of boyhood that now jutted so proudly from his
light patch of dark pubes. He lifted his eyes, and looked at the man's
face, hopeful that the man would not laugh at his still somewhat boney
physique, or at his still developing penis, and boyish balls. He had to
smile nervously when he saw the expression of abject hunger that painted
the man's handsome face as he stared hungrily at the beautiful naked
boy. That expression instantly vaporized any trepidation the boy was
feeling regarding his body measuring up to the older man's expectations,
and he suddenly felt a warmth wash over him, as he straightened his back,
and actually began preening for the man.

   Unsure what to do, but definitely warming rapidly to the expression of
abject pleasure on the man's handsome face, Brian slowly raised his arms
above his head, and then executed a slow pirouette, turning his lithe naked
body in a circle, and he quickly realized the impulsive maneuver had had a
stunning effect on the man, and as a result the man released a deep
groaning sound as he shook his head side to side as if in utter disbelief
of what he was seeing. Feeling less inhibited now, Brian placed his hands
on his narrow hips, and smiled sweetly as he rocked his hips, causing his
rigid boyhood to dance up and down while his snug scrotum swung with the
weight of his ample young balls. The man made that groaning noise again,
and extended his large hand toward Brian, and then he firmly gripped
Brian's erection, and squeezed it. Now it was Brian that emitted a low
growl as the stunning sensation of the man's warm hand gripping his pulsing
cock washed over him. He groaned again as the man brought his other hand
into the mix, using the wide palm to gently cup his dangling pouch as the
thick fingers carefully fondled his very sensitive balls, all the while his
other hand squeezing and releasing his aching boyhood.

   Brian could feel his oozing excitement leaking from the tiny slit in his
purplish knob, and he shuddered strongly as the man swiped a fingertip back
and forth over the highly sensitive head, spreading the wetness. He gasped
loudly, every nerve ending in his young body screaming with pleasure as the
man expertly manipulated his treasures, and he felt dizzy, the loud buzz in
his ears making it impossible for Brian to interpret the softly mumbled
words the man was saying, though he thought he caught something about
"beautiful," and "amazing." He could feel the familiar tingling deep in his
taut balls, the succulent burning sensation that foretold of an impending
orgasm, and he shuddered again as his throbbing penis gushed forth another
large dollop of the clear and slippery fluid that belied his rapt
excitement. The offering was not lost on the man, who quickly went to his
knees in front of Brian, and then leaned forward to capture the tear drop
of boyish essence on his tongue. He lapped repeatedly at the spongy cock
head as his thick fingers milked the narrow stalk, encouraging the tender
boy balls that he worked in his hand to surrender even more of the tasty
nectar, and Brian felt his knees nearly buckle as the incredible sensations
continued to flood his senses. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and he
felt light headed from the near hyperventilation he was experiencing, and,
if all this sensory overload wasn't enough, his overcharged young balls
decided at that exact moment to boil over, and trigger whatever combination
of muscles that triggered the sudden and powerful release of his young
semen. Brian felt his rigid boyhood pulse and swell, and the man felt it at
the exact same instant as Brian's ejaculation began, the torrent of creamy
boy-honey suddenly rushing through the expanding tube that ran along the
underside of his boyhood. In a flash, the man closed his warm, wet mouth
over the length of Brian's boyhood as his fingers tugged gently on his
aching balls, and Brian thrust strongly forward as his boiling juices
erupted into the man's hungrily sucking mouth, again and again, and then
again.

   The suddenness and forcefulness of the boy's ejaculation surprised the
man, and at the same time it provided him with the reward he had been
longing for since he had first seen the stunning young boy in the coffee
shop early this morning. As his business day had unfolded at a seemingly
snails pace, his every thought had been obsessed with this very moment, the
moment the boy would fill his hungry mouth with this perfect specimen of
boy cock, and then, the warm and creamy nectar that can only be delivered
by nubile young boys. And deliver he did, in spades. The man captured as
much of the copious offering as he could in his flooded mouth, his taste
buds savoring the warmth and texture of the delicious elixir, and when the
exhausted boy finally ceased the powerful bursts and sank backward to the
floor, he let the now wilting boyhood slip from his mouth. He swilled the
thick fluid around his mouth for a moment, and then swallowed, relishing
the texture of it as it slid down his throat, and he smacked his lips
loudly, as he reached out to gather the panting boy up in his arms as he
got to his feet. Cradling the naked youth in his arms, he carried him into
the bedroom of the suite, and deposited him on the huge bed on his back. He
grinned down at the flushed boy who watched him carefully, his pretty eyes
still wide with surprise from his intense experience. He winked at the boy,
and then reached to his waist to release the towel that still miraculously
remained secured around him, and, as he let it fall to the floor he smiled
again as he watched the boy's eyes go wide, the dark eyebrows arching
sharply as he focused on the thick man-sized erection that jutted from his
groin. The boy blinked rapidly as he studied the first and only adult sized
erection he had ever seen, and the man chuckled, and then lowered himself
onto the wide bed, stretching out long side the much smaller boy. He
reached for the boy, and pulled him close, holding the lithe body as his
hands roamed over the smooth and flawless skin, exploring, and allowing the
boy to gather himself a bit before he started the whole thing all over
again. The man sighed contentedly, savoring the still lingering flavors of
the boy in his mouth. Rest, my beauty, he thought to himself...rest...and
then...more, baby-boy...so much more...!

(To Be Continued)
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