Date: Wed, 30 Dec 1998 14:08:01 CST
From: jtoute@hotmail.com
Subject: "Room 209" (M/t)

Room 209
Chapter 4

I was pushing the cleaning trolley down the corridor and suddenly the
door of 204
opened and Jonathan Wheeler came face to face with me! A moment for
both faces to
become decidedly crimson but I forced a laugh and told him he had
caught me on my
holiday job. No probs. He was not embarrassed and we stood and chatted
a bit. I told
him that I was at Oxford University and was plugging holes in my
desperate bank
balance - I was sinking faster than the Titanic at the end of term. He
told me he like my
sense of humour and that he too was known for some rather good lines
at his school.
His school was very academic and so the level of conversation and
repartee between
teachers and students was pretty strong he confided. You had to keep
on your toes to
survive, it seemed. I came from an ordinary Grammar School (not many
left in
England now!) in the Midlands - itself not without some academic
excellence. Look at
me!
So that was that. Jackie loomed large at the other end of the corridor
and wanted the
trolley.  "See you soon," Jonathan said as I left the presence of this
extra-special guy.
In fact he looked a sensation in some really cool summer clothes.
It was perhaps a couple of hours later that I was just finishing with
room 209. I made
sure that Buds were replaced in the fridge and that the two left on
the side were
carefully put to one side on my trolley - I was desperate to see if
any evidence of the
bottle fuck was left on the neck. It made me rather horny just
thinking about it. Mark
and I had had such a wonderful show of Jonathan's brother and his
friend making one
hell of a sex scene the previous evening as we watched in secret
behind the two-way
mirror. The thought of it really started to make my pulse race. And
then I was stopped
in my tracks by a man and women who came into 209. "Ah! here you are"
the man
said. I looked particularly vacant as I didn't know the person at all.
"Jonathan has told
me all about you" Christ! What on earth had Jonathan said? I blushed
so much
especially as I stood close to the bed where Jonathan and I had
reached the heights of
delirium. "We have a spare ticket for Stratford and Jonathan suggested
that you might
be interested" the lady said. "We are Jonathan's parents and he tells
us that you are at
Oxford" the father continued. "Would you be interested? Be our guest."
I could hardly
believe my fortune. And it got better! "We were taking him but now we
have to see
some business friends. Jonathan will be meeting up with somebody from
his school at
the theatre and so you can have the spare one. His brother has already
seen the play
from his Prep School and we would hate it to go to waste, " the father
added. 
And so I could not wait for the next day. Saturday would be worth
waiting for. Friday
was now going to seem like walking on air. I had a date for Saturday
and the parents
of the boy I adored had thrown us together! To celebrate, I went in
the afternoon to the
Leisure Club for a good swim and sauna. I was wanting to tell Mark
about my good
luck, but Friday was his day off and I felt ready to burst with my
news.
So, imagine my surprise when I got a prod in my side as I nodded off
on a lounger by
the pool. I jumped out of my slumber to find a grinning Mark bending
over me. So, as
he sat on the edge of the recliner next to me I told him about the
day's developments.
Suddenly I remembered! I had put the two Budweiser beer bottles on my
cleaning
trolley and had not taken them off in all the excitement of meeting
Jonathan's parents. I
told Mark and he suggested we both went up into the store room and
recover them. So
we both quickly changed and slipped upstairs and went to our secret
place where we
had witnessed so much delight in the bathroom of 209 through our
mirror. I kept
meaning to ask Mark how such a device came to be installed in the
first place. But my
mind at that moment was a bit preoccupied with finding the bottles. We
slipped into
the store room and locked the door. Sure enough, the two bottles were
there on the
bottom of the trolley and I brought them under the light to see which
one might have
been so well and truly used the previous night. Mark and I agreed
which it must be by
the tell-tale odor of stale beer and body conditioner which Simon had
smeared down its
neck. This made me rather horny (as usual) and I just couldn't help
getting a hardon.
Mark did too, as I saw him adjusting himself. "Are you thinking what I
am thinking?"
he said to me. "Mmm" I could only reply as my imagination was racing
wildly. And
so we went to the supply cupboard and found some of the very same
refill body lotions
and I passed the unused Bud bottle to Mark. We dropped our trousers
and pants, put
ample lotion on our bottles and spread some on our arses. I gently
inserted a finger
using the moisture. How easily it entered. Mark bent over and did the
same and he
found it rather hard to try and insert his bottle behind him. I lay on
the top of the
laundry basket with some dirty linen to make it more comfortable and
brought my legs
over my chest. I wiggled the bottle up and down my arse crack before
gentle inserting
it. What a feeling! I slowly pushed it in and out and bit by bit a
little more went in each
time. The neck grew wider and so it stretched my hole each time.
Initially my cock had
gone down  quite a lot, but it now had become hard again and gave me
added
sensations as I worked the bottle in circles such as we had seem Simon
create. "This is
wild!" mark exclaimed. "But this is wilder" I replied, "because I am
using the bottle he
had last night." "Swop?" Mark asked.  "No way!" I retorted as I was
making one hell
of a sound with the bottle. Where the added lube was coming from I
couldn't tell, but
the slurping sound of my actions was quite terrific. "Let's have a
go?" Mark asked.
With that he came over to my basket and took hold of my bottle and he
plunged it in
and out as I spread my legs wider apart. I took hold of my jumping
cock and pushed
away from me. Mark began to wind the bottle in circles when as much as
the neck was
fully in. I groaned and moaned in extreme pleasure. This went on for
some minutes
and I no longer felt my muscles creating any resistance to Mark's
ministrations. I was
relaxed and totally abandoned to the delights of this novel fuck. Mark
took the bottle
out and I realised that he had stuck a finger in and with gentle force
sensationally
attacked my prostate. The bottle had done much to make it so sensitive
but this was
mind-blowing. Never had this happened to me before - and I so I begged
him never to
stop. He loved it. He grinned from ear to ear as he made me writhe
with intense
feelings. But it got even better as I realised that he now took his
finger away and
inserted the bottle again but this time he thrust it in quite sharply.
After a minute or
more of this, out went the bottle and to my amazement he gently - Oh!
so gently -
inserted the tip of his cock in my now very wide hole. He moved his
hips ever so
slowly back and forth and I began to feel that each time my resistance
to his shaft grew
less. I even now can recall the first sensation of my first full sex
like this. Mark was so
gentle and considerate. He knew exactly how to gently coax me into
submitting to his
complete length. He was powerfully rocking in and almost out of my
hole. Each slow
insertion brought fresh stimulation. The laundry basket was just the
right height for
Mark to lean over me and steady himself with straight arms. I looked
up at his face
which must have mirrored the same expression as mine. I wrapped my
legs around his
torso. I was conscious that Mark had fully sunk into the depths of my
body and now he
just made quicker and shorter movements. They became less short and
increased in
intensity as I knew that he was about to reach an orgasm. My hand was
still clasped
around my really hard cock and the movements that Mark was making was
quite
enough to bring me to a peak of stimulation. With one almighty thrust
Mark came. His
strength had been sapped by this long and exquisite fuck and he
collapsed onto my
body. He made innumerable little jerks of his hips as he pumped cum
into me. I could
feel the throbbing of his wonderful inches as he shot and shot. Such
was the intensity of
the moment I was totally unaware that I too had cum. My cum flowed all
over my
right hand. Mark raised himself a little so that he could look into my
face. My cum was
bonding our bodies together and as he so gently smiled at me I bent
forward and kissed
him. I had never before kissed another man. I never before had had sex
with another
man. 
I now believed that dreams can become true. But would some of my
others?

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