Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1998 03:00:06 CST
From: jtoute@hotmail.com
Subject: New Story: "Room 209 Chapter 2" (M/M) (t/Mast)

Room 209 
Chapter 2

I spent one of the most restless nights of my life when I got home. I
was so elated that
I had spent such an ecstatic time in the company of Jonathan but on
the other hand,
utterly confused and perplexed that I should have felt such intense
feelings towards
this guy. I also was trying to work out how I was going to get around
the situation of
me being a Chamber Maid and doing out his room. Oh!  - the
complexities of life. So
it was with quite a degree of trepidation that I cycled to the hotel
the next morning
wondering how all these situations would resolve themselves.

I went to the Men's Staff Changing Room at the back of the hotel to
put on my rather
smart uniform and meet up with Jackie my House Keeper boss of the 2nd
floor. "Hi
Oliver" said Mark, the Assistant manager as he came into the room.
"Nice day again -
I hope that you're enjoying your job. Are you getting much
satisfaction out of it?" As
he said this rather pointed question he grinned. I blushed knowing
full well what
satisfaction I certainly got out of the job yesterday! He must have
seen my confusion
and red flush because he said that "it seemed quite hot on the 2nd
floor yesterday
evening" and he winked at me. I deduced, as I finished straightening
my tie in the
mirror, that he must have talked to Jonathan Wheeler and found out
what a steamy
time we had had together in his room - number 209. "Nice big bathrooms
on that part
of the 2nd floor" continued Mark, "lovely low voltage spot lights and
decor, and a
very special mirror!" Grief! He certainly did know something and was
dropping hints
as big as elephant's balls. He could see my utter confusion and as he
put a hand on my
arm said that he wanted to show me something - but hastily. We had to
hurry he urged
as he had to get behind the Reception Desk before 8am and it was 7.45
now. We went
up the back stairs and arrived on the 2nd floor and I felt a bit like
a naughty schoolboy
wondering what the outcome of all this intrigue would be. My heart was
beating
pretty heavily as we went quite quickly down the corridor in the
direction of 209. To
my relief Mark led me beyond 209 and stopped at a door marked Service
Room -
High Voltage. He produced a key, undid the lock and actually pulled me
into the
darkness of that room. He shut the door and locked it behind us. This
was so
mysterious! He then switched on the light and I was able to see all
sorts of linen
shelves and most of Jackie's polishes and vacuum cleaners. And against
one side of
the room were two big cupboard doors with electricity signs written
large and the
would DANGER. Mark put another key into the lock of these doors and
whispered to
me to turn off the light. "Hey! This is getting very kinky" I thought,
but I was
obviously being made aware of some great hotel mystery. Off went the
light and I was
then aware of our room being filled with a dull light from the
cupboard as the doors
were swung back.  I almost dropped to the floor in disbelief - I was
looking into a
bathroom through a glass panel. "Two-way mirror Oliver! That's 209!"
whispered
Mark. " I saw you both yesterday - some show!" he added. "Fuck me!" I
exclaimed.
"Shhh! you must be very quiet not to give the game away" Mark
retorted. "I will
explain later all about this. But I thought you ought to know about
it. I think you will
find it useful". Just as he said this I was suddenly confronted with
Jonathan Wheeler
rising out of the bath tub. he had been there hidden by the shower
curtain which
stretched a little way down the side of the bath. He stood directly
facing the mirror -
and us! He had a wonderful erection and was using soap to make quite a
lather around
his cock and balls. He hen began to view himself in the mirror and
carried on wanking
in earnest. "He didn't do this yesterday" Mark whispered. "I saw him
get a hardon but
he left and went into the bedroom. He must have wanked on the bed".
"He did" I
replied! "How do you know that?" Mark enquired . "Long story!" But we
were in no
mood for conversation when the view of 16 year-old Jonathan Wheeler
wanking for
all his worth was directly before us. He was not on this planet. His
head was nodding
in time to his strokes on his cock. His eyes were wide and rolling
heavenward. His
mouth was half open and his breathing quite rapid as his chest rose
and fell in perfect
partnership with the thrusting of his hips. He was experiencing a
sensational wank.

We too were experiencing it. I was as hard as ever and pumping pre-cum
at an
alarming rate and I looked down beside me to see Mark. He had his cock
sticking out
of his trousers, which was being given quite a hand job. "Don't you
want one? This is
fantastic!" he tried to say as he obviously was nearing an orgasm. I
needed no second
invitation and so joined him - almost ripping my zip off my trousers.
As my cock
burst from its confinement I found that Mark's hand was on it, and not
mine! He
wanked me with his right hand and transferred his left to finish
himself.  I let my left
hand go to his right bum cheek and felt the contractions of his
muscles. Within
seconds Mark gasped and in a frenzied series of hand strokes he came.
And just
following, I did too. My kness buckled under the passion of the moment
and I grasped
a laundry skip.  Mark took the head of my cock. He squeezed and
released  in rapid
succession - which made my cum flow in shot after shot. It seemed
endless. But just
then we both saw Jonathan stop wanking. He took his hand away leaving
a cock so
hard that it bent upwards almost touching his stomach. He leaned
backwards and
grabbed the shower attachment to steady himself. His mouth was wide
open and with
intense thrusts he fucked the air in front of him. His balls were
hanging beneath his
really wonderful cock and they violently swung back and forth. His
foreskin was
pulled back and we could see the lovely dark red head stretched and
moulded to it's
limit. Amazingly we saw a spurt of spunk shoot up to his chest, and
another at each of
his thrusts- and all this with no hands! After counting four such
ejaculations we saw
Jonathon grasp his entire length of cock with two hands as he
continued to fuck them
for all his worth. His cum then dribbled over his top finger and
proceeded to drop
down onto the floor. It was a sight that no imagination could ever
conceive or words
do justice. Even now, as I write this brief description of the
unbridled ultimate secret
experience of that teenage boy in that room, my mouth is quite dry and
my boxers
deliciously moist. 

"Look at the time!" Mark exclaimed. "I should have been on at 8
o'clock.!" "You
were" I wickedly answered, "and we both have proof!" Our black
trousers were
profusely splattered with our cum! "Oh dear! - and and this is just
the beginning of the
day!" I said to myself.

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