Date: Sat, 30 May 2020 18:15:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danny Smith <danny26149@yahoo.com>
Subject: Full Service at Dad's Motel, Part 4

Full Service At Dad's Motel
By Danny Smith

Part 4

	Gosh, what a beautiful morning! My life had been like a wonderful
dream ever since we came to Biloxi. Business at the motel had its ups and
downs, almost always depending on how much availability the Air Force had
at the local base. Right now we were full -- no vacancies was a great thing
for Dad's bottom line and an even greater thing for my sex life.

	This morning a whole group of the airmen were doing calisthenics
before heading off to work at Keesler. Eight gorgeous studs going for a
run, shirtless, and coming back sweaty and raunchy. I knew that at least a
couple of them would need serviced before going to work, and I was right.

	Two of them gave me the high sign, and I wanted to do both, so I
told the second one I'd finish up in about ten minutes, then went to the
room of the first one. The second said "look I'll probably be in the shower
by then. Just let yourself in and join me."

	Now THAT sounded like a great idea. Both wanted blowjobs, which was
fine (in fact, my preference at the time) but I would have been okay either
way. I was just an accommodating guy, I guess! Anything to please our men
in uniform.

	I finished up the first one quickly. I put him first just because
he was darker and the other guy was blond. I have a slight preference for
dark-haired guys (And blonds. And redheads. All the above) and because I
liked the idea of jumping into the shower with the second one. I let myself
into his room (I have a master key) and he was in the bathroom, showering,
but with the door open. I knocked first just to avoid startling him. When
he heard me he pulled back the shower curtain, gave me a goofy, but warm
grin, and said "come on in!"

	For some reason, and this was a first, he told me his name. Usually
we didn't bother with that, but this guy, standing there stark naked,
dripping wet, stuck out his hand and said "Hi, I'm Bobby Keller." Most guys
didn't bother to give me their names. Some were probably trying to stay
anonymous, others just didn't give a shit. They wanted their rocks off and
that's it. Kind of the face-to-face equivalent of sticking you meat through
a hole in the bathroom stall.

Bobby was not as built up as most of the other guys, but fit just the
same. Also, he was a little shorter than they were. And he really looked
young. To be honest he looked about my age.

I quickly pulled off my clothes and joined him in the warm steamy
shower. It felt so good to soap up his body and he seemed to enjoy doing
the same to me. As I was washing his chest I played with his nipples the
way I know a lot of guys really like. I don't think anyone, male or female,
had ever done that to him before. He loved it and became almost childlike
in his enjoyment of it.

	His dick had been soft when I first stepped in with him, now he was
rock hard. Something came over me and, on a whim, I reached around and
began rubbing his ass cheeks, while still licking and sucking each of his
nipples. He became even more receptive. I could feel his muscular ass
relaxing slightly as I caressed it. Don't know what came over me, but I did
to him what so many men had done to me -- I stuck my middle finger into his
asshole.

	Didn't know what his reaction would be, and I worried he would be
offended. Turned out to my surprise, he closed his eyes and began to moan
slightly. Then he, ever so slightly, wiggled his butt seeming to invite me
on. I took that as encouragement and stuck two fingers in him and started
to move them around in a small circle, hoping to open up his ass. He
whimpered. Suddenly it dawned on me -- this guy was a bottom, just like I
was! How would this turn out?

	I'd been fucked a lot by then, by a lot of expert tops, and I guess
I was a good student. I pretty much knew what a top is supposed to do when
he wants to fuck another man, and I did my best to give it to him. And it
made me feel more and more in charge, more powerful. I liked that feeling
and decided to try and see how far either of us wanted to go. This was a
first for me, and I think it was a first for him too, but I wasn't sure.

	The more I fingered his hole the looser he got and the more he
whimpered. I turned him around in shower, facing the wall, and said "Bend
over a little bit." I was actually a couple of inches taller than he was
and I wanted to get easy access to his rectum. He complied and, again, I
enjoyed that feeling of being in charge. My dick was fully erect and I
started rubbing it up and down his ass crack, a little deeper each time as
I inched closer to the opening.

	I was ready and I sensed he was too, but for some reason I thought
maybe I should ask -- "Have you ever done this before."

	"No," he sort of whimpered.

	"But you want me to, right?"

	"Y-y-yes," he moaned softly.

	"Say it out loud." I was really getting into this!

	"Yeah, yes sir."

	"Say, `I want you to fuck me.'"

	"I want you to fuck me. Please, sir. Please fuck me."

	That `please sir' was all the encouragement I needed. It made me
feel like I was now in the military and the little fuck boy in front of me
was begging for my cock. What a reversal. And what a thrill! I shoved the
head all the way in, and a couple of inches of the shaft too, just for good
measure.

	What a scream he let out! Fortunately the shower was noisy, the
vent fan was on, and the door was closed, or someone might have called
911. I found out a little later that the guys who were in the room next to
ours did hear but just laughed because they figured out what was going
on. I always thought my dick was pretty average in size, but he made me
feel like a bull stud.

	The feeling was amazing. I had no idea how hot it would feel inside
a man's asshole. The tightness combined with the warmth was intense. I
showed him mercy and gave him a minute or two to let his body adjust. I
didn't pull out, though, and we just stood there in the shower waiting for
me to finish. I resumed thrusting, the way so many guys had in me, slowly
at first then faster and faster.

	I reached around him to grab hold of his hard cock and began
jacking him off at the same time I was screwing him. That helped and he got
into the rhythm of it pretty soon. He couldn't seem to stop telling me how
good it felt, and blubbering about how he was glad I was the first. At one
point he seemed close to crying as he choked out something that sounded
like "Oh my poor hole!"

	There was no way that I was going to stop, but I did try to soothe
him by saying "almost there...keep going...just a little bit more..." and
the words that my pissing stud had used with me "don't quit on me." He
actually seemed to enjoy it more, if you can consider fiery pain in your
asshole enjoyable. But before much longer I knew the end was in sight. I
gave myself over to complete lust. I stopped jacking him off and let him do
with his cock whatever he wanted. As I finished up with a few really hard
thrusts, then held still as my cock pumped sperm into his guts.

	I was in heaven -- again I had no idea how good fucking a guy could
feel -- and he seemed to feel the same. We both took several minutes to
calm down and come to our senses. When my dick flopped out he had finished
jacking himself off and seemed to drift off into a post-fuck haze. I felt
bad about causing him any pain so I tried to make it up by bending down and
licking his asshole. I knew from experience how good that felt, and his
response was the same as mine had been every time someone did that to me.

	When my load starting dripping out his tone changed just a little
bit. It was no longer the crying, whimpering, baby boy of a few minutes
ago. He turned his head around and said "save some of that for me."

	"Huh?" was my less-than-articulate reply.

	"I want to taste your cum. I like it."

	So, that's the way it was. Looks like airman Bobby Keller was more
like me than I realized. He was dripping pretty steady by now -- I was
proud of the size of my own load -- and I gathered it up in my mouth. Then,
without swallowing, I stood up. He turned around and put his arms around my
neck like a girl at the prom dancing with a guy, and kissed me open
mouthed. I cooperated and allowed him to dig my spunk out of my mouth with
his tongue.

	His eyes stayed closed for a few seconds and he said dreamily,
"Wow, that was a great fuck. And I just love the taste of your cum."

	"Thanks, me too."

	"You mean you like tasting cum?

	"Oh, yeah. I can't ever get enough of it. Sometimes I think I could
drink it by the cupful."

	"I know what you mean. And I remember some of the guys telling me
that was one of your things." He added, "I thought you were mostly a
bottom."

	"I am, for sure. I had no idea what it would be like to be a
top. Glad I found out."

	"Listen," Bobby continued, "you're the kind of stud they call
versatile. I'm really not. I don't think I could do what you just did. But
I do think I could drink a cup of cum. Maybe more."

	By now he was toweled off and getting his clothes back on. He
looked up at me like he had a bright idea and said, "You know what. I
wonder if we could plan something?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Listen...." When he told me the plan, I was excited!

	"Do you really think you can set that up?"

	"I do. The guys really like me, despite all the kidding I get. And
they like you too, I know that." That made my chest swell up with pride. In
fact it gave me a hard on. "Besides that, don't you think it's at least
worth a try?"

	"Yeah man, the worst that could happen is they say no. Do your
best. Just let me know."

	And with that the plan was in motion. It took a couple of weeks to
get everything lined up. Bobby was as good as his word and started getting
as many guys on board as he could. The group staying together at the motel
at that time (the ones that did all the shirtless calisthenics in the
morning) had two or three who were on board right away, but not enough, so
Bobby let the word filter around on base.

	Pretty soon another couple of guys said they were in, then a couple
more. We ended up with a pretty good mix of guys, some enlisted, some
officers, some black, most white, a couple who were openly gay but the vast
majority just men looking to have a good time doing
something...different. Something they'd never even consider back in their
home towns across the county, where their girlfriends and their families
lived.

	Finally, the big night came. It was on a Saturday when most guys on
the base were out looking for drinks and dates. But Bobby and I had rounded
up a "special" group. Ones that wanted to see something perverse. That got
their kicks out of making a couple of bottom boys demean themselves. And
that suited Bobby and me just fine. I glanced over the list of names Bobby
had come up with. Most had stayed at the motel themselves but not all. Of
the ones who had stayed here, none rang any particular bells with one
exception: Capt. Steve Beiser. He was the fighter pilot in the next booth
when Dad caught us having sex. I couldn't wait see him again, and show him
how much I'd learned.

	The big night finally got here. The guys started arriving about
8:00 and by 8:20 they were all in the same room. No one wanted to be late
to the party. There was some drinking going on both before and after they
showed up, a lot of horsing around, kidding, and bragging about dick size
and ball juice. Bobby and I walked into the room at the same time and a
cheer went up from the studs crowded into the tiny motel room.

	We all quickly got naked and I produced two Tupperware jars. I went
over the rules once again for everyone. "Okay guys, here's the deal. You
all know that both Bobby and I are pretty good cocksuckers... (shouts of
"the best" and "amazing," to great laughter) ...and you also know that we
both love the taste of cum. The more the better...(more laughter and shouts
of "I've got a load for you!" -- this was going to be a fun night!) so
we've come up with this way to satisfy everyone.

	"Bobby and I are going to do our best to suck off every guy in the
room. When you shoot be sure it all goes in our mouths. But we won't
swallow. We'll both spit it out into one of these containers. One is
labeled Bobby and one Danny. At the end of the evening whoever has the most
sperm saved up...gets both jars!" Whoops and hollers, laughter and dicks
being jacked everywhere. "Start with me boys," "I'll give a load to both of
you," "I'm close right now!"

Each of us got down on our knees and started in on the roomful of
studs. Most of the guys wanted to stretch things out a little -- they would
let one of us suck him for a while, then pull out, step back, and watch the
others. Sometimes they'd go from one of us to the other holding a kind of
contest to see who did the best job. Others wanted to shoot quick then
relax and recharge with a beer until he was ready for round two.

Eventually, the jars started getting full. Every time I took the lid off of
mine the aroma, that rich spermy scent of baby batter, filled my nostrils
and I was ready to get back on the next one.

Slowly, fewer and fewer guys were left, the jars were nearly full, and it
was close to the time of reckoning. I glanced surreptitiously at Bobby's
jar and they seemed about the same, although I thought mine might be a
little more full. Only one guy was left...and it was Steve Beiser. My
mentor. The guy who initiated me.

He was more beautiful than I remembered as he walked over toward me,
completely naked, unashamed, hard cock sticking straight out. He was all
man and he was heading for me. As he towered over me he looked down,
smiled, and said "okay, kid, let's see what you got."

I started in, making love to his genitals. I didn't let one inch from his
balls to his pubes escape my mouth. When he stuck his rod in my mouth, I
let it slide easily all the way down my throat and held it there, deep
throating him like the pro I was, holding it for a minute or more before I
needed to breath. He thrust his tool in again, put his hand on the back of
my head, held me down tight against his pubes and began thrusting -- hard
-- knowing I could take it.

There were some whistles and catcalls around the room, and some admiring
remarks for both of us, like "show him who's boss, Steve," "take him
Danny," "get in there Capt. Beiser," and "you can do it kid."

I sensed when the end was near. I wanted to feel him shoot it down my
throat straight into my stomach, but I also wanted to win the contest. He
silently agreed. He pulled his mighty cock out of my mouth and began
jacking it off. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I waited there
not caring how obscene I looked. I wanted to taste that spunk more than
anything and to add it to my collection.

Steve did not disappoint. He delivered, and how. It was truly a
mouth-filling load, as much as any thirsty cocksucker could ever want. I
held my mouth still and let it fill up with his seed. When he finished I
carefully took the lid off my jar and deposited that sacred load of goo
into the rest. All those millions of swimmers were going to be going down
the hatch in just a minute.

As Bobby and I had agreed, we combined the jars into one; there was easily
a pint, probably a pint and a half. I laid down on the bed on my
back. Bobby stood over me, and I opened my mouth. He said "Remember, you
said you'd save me just a little." The guys in the room seemed to think
that was both gross and exciting at the same time. Then came the pure
perversity when I asked him "did you bring your straw?"

A chorus of "Ewww," "oh no," "that's so gross," and "you're kidding,"
filled the room, but that was our deal. Bobby then began pouring the
built-up load of ball juice into my waiting mouth. This was it, a moment
I'd fantasized about for a long time. My dream had come true.

I didn't swallow as quickly as he was pouring, especially toward the end,
and it started building up inside my mouth. Bobby emptied the jar then got
out his straw. To the shock, and surprise, and delight of the air force
studs he actually began to slurp up as much jizz from the pool in my mouth
as he could.

Life was good. This was as satisfying a moment as I'd had, and I have had
many. When we'd both finished up, we licked the jars clean. Then one by one
the guys left, including Bobby, until there was only one left. Steve. He
stood there with the door open, half in and half out of the room. He was
clearly hesitating and I sense he had something to say to me.

He came back in, shut the door, and embraced me in a big bear hug. I
thrilled at his muscular arms and firm chest. "I just want to tell you how
happy I am this all turned out for you. I really put you through a tough
time there."

"Oh no, Capt., it's not like that at all. You've made me..."

"Well, if I did anything, I just helped you to become what you really
wanted to be all along. If so, I'm glad."

"Can I call you Steve?"

"Sure."

"Steve, I feel like I've satisfied every desire I ever had."

"So, you've talked to Col. Baker, then?"

"Col. Baker? No, should I?"

"Well, he and I talked about you. We've been sort of watching from afar as
things unfold here. He said he was going to talk to you about it."


To be continued...