Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 11:44:57 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin Shorts Gets Room Service - 2

JUSTIN SHORTS GETS ROOM SERVICE - 2

By JUSTIN SHORTS  (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)


My session with Ian the young bellboy was so hot, that I couldn't get it
out of my head all next morning.  Quite apart from the fantastic sex that
the teen had given me, the feel of his young body lingered in my memory -
the vivid sensation of him lying in bed asleep, his firm tight buttocks
pressed against my satin boxers, was so alive for me that I found myself
walking around the hotel with a permanent hard-on.

It was the last day of the conference, and there was only the morning
session to get through.  After lunch, the delegates would sign out and
leave, probably only too happy to be heading for home.  I knew that I
wouldn't quite be sharing that emotion.  I would be pleased that the tedium
of organising the conference was over, don't get me wrong, but the thought
of driving away from Ian was tough.  The youngster had got under my skin,
and it was going to be hard to let him go.  But I knew I would have to.

As I had passed through reception earlier that morning, Ian was on duty
again at the desk.  He was with the hotel manageress, so we could not do
much more than exchange a glance, but even that was powerfully electric.
In his bellboy uniform once more, he appealed to me as strongly as he had
done the first time I spotted him, cute and knowing - a headily erotic mix.
As I walked through the reception area with the faintest smile playing on
my lips I remembered him from the previous evening, bent backwards against
the bed with his bulging boymeat thrusting through the delicate satin
briefs and my mouth feverishly working on him through the thin fabric.  The
taste of his creamy boycum as I sieved it through shiny satin seemed to
linger with me.  What a cutey Ian was - one hell of a boystud and horny as
fuck!

But no point on dwelling on the past, not even the recent past.  What
really concerned me now was whether I was going to get inside his briefs
again before I left.  I was desperate to, but time was not on our side.
The boy was on duty all morning and through the early afternoon, and I was
going to be tied up until after lunch.  Maybe I could find some way of
inveigling him up to my room mid-afternoon, because I was not due to leave
until 4.00.  Then I would have to be back on the road, scanning the
roadside for young hitchhikers in order to pick up someone to distract me
on the journey back.

At morning coffee, my eye was taken with a very tasty little morsel who
drifted in carrying a tray of cups.  Crew-cut, blond, medium height, soft
peachy skin, and looking so charming in his uniform - like a young David
Beckham, if you know the type.  I was sure I had not seen him before, and
made one of my practised manoeuvres that ended up with me helping him clear
a space on one of the side-tables.

`Not seen you before, have I'.  (Well, there's nothing like going straight
to the point.)

`Sir?'

`Not seen you working here before.  Are you new?'

`Err, well sort of sir, that is I just work a couple of days a week in the
holidays.'

`Holidays?'

`School holidays, sir.'

This was getting better and better.  At first glance, I would have put him
down as 18, but clearly I was wrong.  No problems at all about that, so far
as I was concerned.  Far from it - the problem instead was how I was going
to make any progress in the tight time-scale available.  Note the arrogance
- no doubt in my mind that I was capable of success, just a matter of
logistics!

I set out the cups with him, and glanced sideways at him as he bent
forwards unloading the tray.  Yes, this boy was certainly under 18 now I
looked closely.  `Are you in the sixth form?'

`Yeah, first year sixth.'

Shit, that made him no older than 17.  Mmm.

`Any free time this afternoon?'

He looked askance.  `Sir?'  He either knew exactly what I meant, or hadn't
a clue - there was no middle ground.

`When do you come off duty?'

`Err, I'm on all day until early evening.'

Fuck.  On the other hand...  I spoke very softly.  `I just might be needing
some personal room service at about 3.00.  Hope you might be able to
provide it.'

And with that I left him to sort out what this might mean and made a
point of ignoring him entirely for the rest of the time he was in the room,
except that when he did leave I noted a pair of tight, firm buttocks
pressing invitingly through his jet-black trousers.

About five minutes later I left the conference room and once more crossed
the foyer.  I can't now remember what I left for - maybe I was fetching
some papers I'd left in the dining room.  Anyway, that's irrelevant.  The
point is, as I passed the reception desk there once more was Ian, and this
time deep in conversation with the waiter.  They saw me at once and looked
confused, but laughed it off as I passed them.  Yep, they had been talking
about me.  Now what could Ian have been telling him, I wondered.

I had to do my best to put the two kids out of my mind for the next few
hours and just concentrate on winding-up the conference satisfactorily.  I
can kind of do this on autopilot normally, as I've done so many of these,
but this time was harder.  Anyway, at last I was through it, survived lunch
with the delegates who hadn't already made a swift exit, and finally headed
off to my room for a well-earned shower and rest.

The memory of the youthful waiter's taut firm buttocks beneath the tight
black trousers came vividly back to me I soaped myself under the shower,
but I was determined to refuse the throbbing demands of my hard-on and save
it up for later.  I had big plans for my cock!  Once I'd dried off I
slipped on a pair of ivory silk boxers - they didn't exactly get rid of the
hard-on, but I managed to keep my hands off myself - and lay on the bed.  I
was tired, and could have done with a half-hour's rest before thinking
about anything else, but time was against me.  I reached for the phone and
dialled the number for room service.

`Sir?'

It was Ian.  He must have known it was me, because I knew that the room
number showed up on the phone exchange.

`Would you send up the waiter with something hot and creamy, please.  I'll
leave you two between you to decide what would best quench my thirst.'  I
didn't wait for an answer but put the receiver down immediately, and found
my heart was thumping with excitement.  God, I love these little adventures
I set up for myself - episodes made all the more exciting because they are
full of the most fantastic possibilities but are just as likely to come to
nothing at all.  But if the waiter failed to come up to expectations, I
thought I would be able to count on Ian delivering up another spunky
session.  And maybe he would suck me off this time...  I badly needed those
soft lips round my shiny hard head.

I got up off the bed and slipped on a white teeshirt and a pair of white
jeans.  I thought the all-white strip would contrast well with the
formality of the waiter's uniform.  Before long, I detected soft steps in
the passage, and a gentle knock at the door.

`It's open' I called.  The door opened, and the boy came in, carrying a
glass of something (I never did find out what it was) and put it on a side
table.

`Thanks.  Why not come on round this side of the bed, and I'll find you
your tip.'

He advanced slowly and stood by me.  I reached into my wallet and pulled
out £10 and tucked it into his shirt pocket.  I made a point of
stretching my legs wide open as I leant across, so that my burgeoning
erection was clearly outlined under the tight jeans.  My hard-on had come
back to its full flowering as soon as the lad had come in through the door!
I was pretty sure he noticed it, but I saw that he was looking around and
towards the video player.

`Want to watch something?'  I asked.

`Err, well, is it true what Ian says?  That you have, err...'

`Interesting videos?  Oh yes, it's true.  Let me show you.'

I got up and went to the bedside table where I had a small stash of porn
tapes.  I picked one out carefully and brought it across to the video and
slid it in.

`So what's your name?'

`Tom, sir.'  He stared at the screen, though no picture had yet come
through.  There was a long run-in to this tape, so I did a quick fast
forward and then the credits began to roll.  The usual `All models are 18
or over: Proof on File' showed up and, as always with this particular tape,
I found it particularly hard to believe in the case of at least one of the
lads who featured strongly.  Still, I suppose he had to be.

Tom looked cuter than ever in his neat waiter's outfit, but I kind of
wondered if the black trousers were supplied or his schoolboy trousers - it
did not seem kind to ask as it would have embarrassed him, but I sure would
like to have known.

`Why not sit here - you'll get a better view' I suggested, indicating the
sofa, and we sat side by side in front of the video.  The tape began - this
was one of my all-time favourites, as much for the carefully developed
story line and the live sound as for the particular scenario, which took
place in a naval cadet college.  The opening scene showed two boys meeting
outside the college before heading in doors.  Anyway, I won't go through
all the detail of it - you may well know it - but suffice to say that the
tension was really well-paced so we had plenty of time to enjoy the lads in
their ordinary clothes before seeing them again changed into crisp blue
navy uniforms.  In due course, needless to say, we moved into the slow
feeling-up session through clothes, the lingering strip down to white
singlets and the tightest white briefs, and then lots of noisy sucking and
slippery masturbation shots in incredibly clear close- up.  All of this
builds over about 15 minutes - and this is just the start as other scenes
involve other arrivals (including the cute kid I have mentioned), and there
must be about 12 really delicious shots of spunk pumping over hairless
stomachs and chests.  The sound is fantastic on this particular video - no
crappy music at all, just crystal clear sounds of fingers on wet cocks and
even the splattering of cum hitting the teenagers' bellies.

Anyway, Tom was glued to the screen in the early minutes.  I knew that I
would be able to do whatever I needed, but I wanted to enjoy the feeling
that he was at least aware of my seduction.  It's not that often that I get
inside a 17-year-old's trousers and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I
knew I could make him.  The thought of that young cock tightly confined in
his black trousers was just sending me crazy.  Still, not long to wait
now...

My legs were opened wide as I sat by him, and I pressed my right thigh
against his.  He did not pull away.  I slid my arm around him, and brought
it up his back to stroke his tightly-cut blond hair.  He seemed to relax.
After a minute or two I dropped my arm again and instead rested my hand on
my knee, and then gradually moved it across to rest on his.  As we both
watched the screen (one boy unbuttoning the other's uniform tunic) I
pressed his knee, and then slid my hand further downwards to his leg.  He
moved then, and I realised that this was a crucial moment.  Was he going to
get up and make a quick exit?  No.  The legs parted, slowly but decisively,
and I realised he was opening himself up to me.  I decided that I wanted to
take this really slowly, and to enjoy every heady moment.

Gently I caressed the smooth black polyester, enjoying the softness and
warmth of his leg through the material, but edging ever closer to his fly.
I glanced down, and could see that he already had quite a nice firm
package, but I wanted to enjoy the feel of the growing erection so hoped
that there was plenty to go still.  I guessed that the strangeness of the
circumstances would mean that he was not yet really hard, despite the
action on screen.  I wanted to work him up to the full extent of his boyish
hard-on, and needed to feel him grow in my hand.  My fingers reached his
fly-zip, and I tugged very gently on it.  It loosened, and I released the
catch at his waist.  As the trousers loosened at the top, the zip began to
open of its own accord, but I helped it along its path.  I looked down at
him and watched the gap increase, and the soft white shirt free itself from
the confinement of his black trousers.  I pulled the shirt slightly up and
free, and his smooth stomach was revealed.  The top of his briefs was
revealed, and they were in a bright blue shiny material - I wasn't sure
what they were made of, but I was going to enjoy finding out.  Don't rush
this, don't rush this, I kept telling myself.

I slipped my hand downwards outside his trousers, over front of him, and
for the first time felt the young firmness of him.  He was beautiful.  The
kid's cock felt silky under my touch, pressing gently through the softness
of his briefs and the trousers.  I felt him keenly, making out the shape of
him through the outside, and stroking and pressing the mound of young
boyflesh.  He moved gently in the seat, clearly trying to ease my access
into the open fly.  He seemed to have quite a handful.  It was definitely
firming up now, and he responded to my massaging with a gradual stiffening.
I needed to get closer contact, so I now slipped my hand inside the gaping
fly and cupped his shiny briefs, the full package of boyjoy filling my
massaging hand.

I pressed and rubbed Tom's growing cockmound in the blue briefs, which
by touch I judged were of a silk-nylon mix - fucking marvellous.  I
wondered if Ian had clued him up about my tastes!  He still had his
trousers up, and I found this really hot, feeling up this schoolboy's
bulging briefs-mound through the gaping fly of his trousers.  He was still
transfixed by the on-screen action, but I knew that he was fully aware of
the careful attention I was giving him between his legs.

It was time to get his trousers down, as I wanted to see him stretching his
tight briefs wide.  The black trousers slipped down easily enough, and he
shucked his shoes to ease the trousers right off.  Hey - white socks!  What
a horny kid!  Before long I would want him lying back on the sofa, legs
wide apart, feet in the air and sparkling white socks pointing heavenwards.
I wanted to suck him so badly through the blue nylon briefs.  Slow down,
slow down, I kept telling myself.  Be able to remember the details later -
don't just get lost in the moment.

With his trousers fully removed now, I returned to my massaging of his
throbbing boy-package, which seemed to want to burst out of his blue nylon.
The size of him, and the hardness, was impressive, and through the thin
fabric I managed to work on him so that I could feel the length of his
teencock moving under my fingers.  I rubbed him up gently, and was
delighted to see the first few drops of precum seeping through the
glistening blue briefs.

He lay by me as I slowly worked on him, not quite yet into a full
masturbating stroke but not far off it either.  We both watched the
on-screen action for a moment - we had reached a favourite point for me
where two lads were lying on a bunk-bed, one in white briefs and the other
in a pair of blue satin shorts.  A lot of preparatory feeling up and was
going on, and shortly, I knew, the kid in briefs would slip the other's
hard cock from under the leg of the sexy shorts.  I reached for the video
remote, and just at the moment when the cock appeared, hard and shiny and
slick, I froze the picture.  Adrian looked at me, as I said `let's hold it
there, and save it up for later!  Now tell me about these briefs of yours.
What a fantastic colour, and I love the shiny nylon.  Your big cock looks
great pressing through.  Where did you buy them?'

`I didn't'.

`Mum got them, did she?'

`Fuck off!  No, Ian leant them to me.'

My heart beat faster.  My God - just how well acquainted were these two?

`Oh yeah - you make a habit of exchanging underwear do you?'

`No.  He suggested you might appreciate them.' Adrian smiled, and looked
down at himself, seeming to enjoy the sight of my hand stroking him
insistently through the blue briefs.  The idea that these had also cupped
Ian's gorgeous boybulge was pure heaven to me, and made the moment even
hornier.

I began to whisper in his ear. `Oh, I love them Tom.  Just love them.
And especially the sight of you filling them up with your hard young cock.
Do you do this with all your schoolfriends?'

`Fuck no!  I'm not gay or anything.  I've got a girlfriend, so there's
nothing queer about me.'

Of course there isn't, I thought.  `That's fine, that's OK.  This is just a
little fun, nothing more.  Nothing wrong with a good shared wank though, is
there.'

He nodded, and I didn't for an instant stop stroking him.  His briefs were
quite damp and sticky for the freely-flowing precum, and I wanted to get my
hand inside that warm wet packet, so I slid my hand gently down under the
waistband.  He tensed just for a moment, then lay back as I travelled lower
and felt the hot hardness of his boyhood.  The stiff cock met my fingers
and I grasped the shaft, then went slower still and cupped his firm full
balls.  This 16-year-old was very gifted indeed.  I already knew from the
long feel-up session that he had a nice cock, but now that I had direct
access to his warm silkiness I was truly delighted.

`Hey, your cock feels really great, hot and hard and big.  Mmm, and
slippery with precum, just as I like it.  Nice balls too Tom, firm and
full.  Lots of spunk I guess, eh?  Mind if I have a closer look at that big
boycock?'

The question was rhetorical of course, and required no answer.  I tugged at
the shiny nylon briefs and flipped his throbber free.  He was magnificent,
and the glistening head of his uncut knob proudly edged out from its
protective cover.  I grasped his shaft about an inch below the knob and
began to wank him, and then before he knew it I dropped to my knees in
front of him and my head hovered over the shiny teencock.

`Beautiful, beautiful' I whispered.  My tongue flickered out like a
snake's, and tip kissed tip.  A wedding made in heaven.  He made a strange,
strangled moan as I licked around the boyish helmet, and then I bent my
head forward and took his honey shaft into my mouth.  Tom shivered with
pleasure as I took him in, and I began to suckle on his boymeat.  The taste
of him, his delicately shimmering silk knob-head, was exquisite, like
drinking nectar, and I nearly swooned with the pleasure of it.  He was
gurgling in his throat, and momentarily I stopped and wanked slowly on his
shaft again: `yeah, that's really good isn't it son, having your cock
sucked till you want to cum so bad.  Mmm, I just love the taste of your big
teendick in my mouth.  It's a real beauty, you know that?  So hard and hot
and big. Bet you've got so much creamy boyspunk to give me.'

I frisked him lightly, loving the sight of the foreskin moving freely back
and forth over the knobhead.  Then I returned to my suck-off session, with
my tongue flicking the flooding precum into my mouth and then gently taking
that bulbous head in once again, savouring the feel of the firm young cock
pressing into my cheek.  I felt his tight fat balls as I sucked, massaging
them to encourage the bag to release its creamy torrent.  I released his
boycock once more, and it quivered wet and eager beneath me.  I returned to
steadily wanking the boy.

Then I got him to lie right back on the sofa and raise his legs, just as I
had imagined him some time before with his feet splayed and his white socks
showing.  Quickly now I pulled at his shirt, unbuttoned it rapidly, and
thrust it open.  He was so tender and vulnerable like that, the pouch of
his balls squat under his heaving erection, the blue nylon briefs halfway
down his smooth thighs.  With my right hand I wanked him more feverishly
now, and knew that I was close to seeing the burst of boycum splatter over
his tight stomach.

`Good boy, good boy, that's really good.  You like that don't you, you
little wanker.  You just love being tossed off.  Come on Tom, let's see
how much of that creamy cum you can give me.  Shoot that hot cum, let's
have your boyload now.'  I wanked him insistently now, and I was desperate
to see him cum.  Then the schoolboy arched his back, lifting himself
slightly off the sofa, and with a shudder he surrendered to the
overwhelming compulsion of his orgasm.  A torrent of white creamy cum
pumped in wads from his knob, spurt after spurt of pearly spunk emptying
into a spreading pool on his belly.  Some splattered on his blue briefs,
and some on the sofa, and still he came, pulse after pulse of warm jizz
from his shuddering young body.

It was then I heard the door behind me open and quickly close, and before I
knew it a hand reached between by legs and grabbed my engorged cock through
my white jeans.  What the fuck was this all about?  It was Ian, out of
uniform but dressed instead in his fantastic white shiny Real Madrid soccer
strip.  And without hesitation he unfastened my jeans and parted them wide,
pulled my teeshirt free and upwards, and began rubbing my aching cock
trapped in my damp ivory-coloured silk boxers.  Then he reached in the fly
and released my dripping shaft and got wanking.  Within seconds I felt
myself tumbling over the edge, and just as my spunk began to travel up my
length Ian dropped to his feet and took me in his mouth.  I face-fucked him
eagerly, and pumped my cum into his eager mouth, moaning as I did so.  It
was so exciting, all having happened within the space of about 30 seconds.
The pleasure was so intense.  He nearly choked on my spunk-flood, but
managed to swallow much of it.  Then I noticed him reach out with his hand
and start caressing Tom's tight little arse, and I realised that Ian had
other thoughts on his mind.  He felt himself up through the shiny nylon
soccer shorts, working his young cock to get it to full erection.  I was
just
happy to sit back and watch what was going to happen next.



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