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Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter Twenty-four My job at the hotel started three days after I left my theater job. I learned quickly, which is a talent of mine. Within no time, I was making at least $100 per shift particularly because I stayed more than eight hours waiting for my ride with Bob to go home. In the meantime, David left to go back to school. It was such a hard thing for both of us. I think he wanted to scoop me up and take me with him. I was losing my resistance to his lover advances. It was good he left. I gave him a little present to remember me by until Thanksgiving. When he got to his dorm room, he opened up the package to reveal a DVD. You all know what DVD that was. It was the DVD recording of our fuck session at Bob's. The time David and I were waiting for our bed to arrive. He told me he put it immediately into the player having a whale of a jack off session. He called and thanked me profusely saying that he planned to watch it quite often. With David gone, I could concentrate more on the task; finding single businessmen to pay me for sucking their cock. It took several weeks before the situation arouse. It was the policy of the hotel than any single male registered guest room required a male room service runner to dispatch an order. This was for the protection of the female staff for obvious reasons. The opposite was true for any single female registered guest. The room service person for them must be a female. This was for the legal protection of the hotel. I noticed immediately after Labor Day, the hotel started getting a different crowd. The tourists were gone, particularly children who were fucking annoying disrupting the classic ambiance of the place. I would go over the room list on the computer to see what rooms were single male registered. More and more were checking in. It was exciting because I knew any day one of these men was going to make a play for me. I was in the kitchen at the order entry desk when a new order came up on the computer screen. It was to a Mr. Jenkins in room 421. The computer program noted that he was a single occupant. The chefs had it ready in about ten minutes and I proceeded to a service elevator with the cart. This hotel was so classy that it had elevators exclusively for staff to do their work. The service elevators carried housekeeping, technicians, service men, room service, and anything else. The guests' elevators only carried guests. Guests were not to see the inner workings of the hotel. I arrived on the fourth floor moving quickly to 421. I knocked on the door saying, "Room service Mr. Jenkins." "Just a minute." I distinctly heard Mr. Jenkins come to the peephole to make sure it was a male delivering the food. I knew I had a live one. Mr. Jenkins opened the door in only a towel pretending to have just gotten out of the shower. Now, mind you, he may have just gotten out of the shower, but there was more than enough time for him to put on a robe if he had wanted. "Good evening Mr. Jenkins. How are you this evening? Would you like me to set up the meal for your or do you want me to leave it on the tray and get out of your hair." "No, John." He caught my nametag. "Set it up for me on the table placed so I can watch television." "Very good Sir." I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was beginning to get hard as I passed him. I began to place the food when I looked over at the muted television to see a gay porn movie. I pretended not to acknowledge it was playing. Mr. Jenkins was in his mid-forties. He had a small belly, yet was an acceptable looker. He continued the conversation with, "How are you this evening?" "I'm good Sir." "Have you been busy?" "No, Sir. It has been slow tonight. I don't even have another order at the moment." I added that unnecessary piece of information so he knew I had time if he wanted it. "Would you like for me to take the plate cover off?" Mr. Jenkins dick was tenting his towel at this point. As I looked at him, he squeezed his business meat and said, "No, John, I want to keep the food warm." "Yes Sir." I was getting hard at this point. I finished my placing the setting making sure I stood up properly so he could see my own hardness. Mr. Jenkins reached into the split in his towel holding his cock at this point asking, "John, you got a minute to take care of this." Now Mr. Jenkins cock was out and he let the towel drop. "Sir. I would enjoy that, but I will need compensation. It is going to my college fund." Mr. Jenkins said, "No problem John. Let me get you some money right now." He walked over to the closet, grabbed a bill out of some pants. "Will this do?" "Yes Sir." It was a $100 bill. I dropped to my knees taking his cock into my hand sticking my tongue out to lick the head. He let out a moan and I knew I had him. I sucked on his cock for about three minutes when all of a sudden he burst his load to the back of my throat with a low moan. The sound was so faint. I realized that he must masturbate in another room when he is home with his family and can't make any noise. It has become such a habit that even when he could scream, he can't. I found that very sad. "Thank you John. That was great." "You're welcome Sir, anytime." Mr. Jenkins followed me to the door. He stopped at the closet again and pulled out another $100. "You're a nice kid. Here's some more for your college fund." "Yes, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir. You have a nice evening." "I will now John. Have a good night." I skipped down the hall to the service elevator with my cart. $200. Wow! I just made more money than I made at the theater in five days. This was cool. I was so excited and so horny after that experience I couldn't wait for my shift to be over. Bob text me telling me he was ready to go home. We got in the car driving to our alley to get out of our clothes. "Bob, I made $200 sucking a guy off tonight." I exclaimed. "Good buddy. I told you it would happen." "I am so excited I can't wait to tell Dad when we get home. I'm also incredibly horny. I want to suck you off and have Dad fuck me." Bob laughed and said, "I'm sure that could be arranged. It's our Friday; I'll call your Dad and see if he wants to drive around naked a little this evening." Bob called Dad telling him his son was real horned. He thought we ought to take care of him. Bob said he would swing by the house to pick Dad up in a few minutes. When we drove into Bob's driveway Dad was standing in front of the garage naked and hard. He jumped in the car and the three of us road away. We drove all over town finally ending up in our spot at the park. We all got out and started playing with each other. Bob put a jar of lube on the trunk of the car. I knew I was going to be fucked but good. For some reason, we were all very horny that night. It could be the close quarters of living in Bob's house, our busy work schedules or the frustration of the typical challenges in getting the remodel project done on our home. Regardless of reason, we were pigs with each other. The sex was a sloppy frenzy. It was the best three-way I ever had with Bob and Dad. We were all kissing, licking, sucking, playing with holes, eating out asses. Dad pushed me face down onto the trunk of the car and plowed my ass. He manhandled my nipples holding onto my chest while repeatedly plunging his Daddy cock up my cunt. He shot a huge load in me collapsing onto my back with such weight it knocked the wind out of me. Bob stroked the whole time watching the Dad queer me good. When Dad pulled out, Bob told me to get on my back on the ground. Bob raised my legs over his shoulders happily sticking his dick inside me for sloppy seconds. I love a fuck by my hairy bear cub friend. I love looking at his little belly bounce as his dick goes in and out of my cunt. I love looking at his dark brown nipples that if I could figure a way of sucking them while being fucked I would. Finally, Bob added his load of man cream to my on-demand willing hole. When he was done, he kissed me for a long time while his dick softened inside me. All of a sudden, a new experience began to occur in my bowels. Bob continued to kiss me and he was pissing in my ass. The sensation was fucking amazing. It wasn't anything that had ever occurred to me could be done. I screamed, "Oh my God, Bob!" "Relax baby. Enjoy. Doesn't that feel nice? Feel that warm piss washing out your innards. It's like a second release isn't it baby?" "Wow." "Now I want you to start jacking your cock as your Dad pisses all over your chest. I'm going to be right here with you baby. I'm going to stay inside you." Bob rose away from my chest while keeping his rod inside me. I started jacking my cock. I looked up at my handsome father as he held his cock. I was beating my meat fast when I started to see the stream of Daddy urine come shooting out of his piss hole. He soaked my entire chest, cock and pubs. He was getting Bob wet too. It was so amazing and so hot that I lost it shooting a massive load all over my stomach. When my orgasm was finished, Bob and Dad leaned in and we kissed in a most tender way compared to the fever of a few minutes ago. I never thought either my Dad or Bob were this kinky, but there was always something new to learn. Dad finally came back to reality and said, "Bob, how are we going to get home?" "Don't worry. I have plastic in the trunk of the car for just such spontaneous moments. We can put it on the seats. I am always prepared. There are also towels to wipe some of the dirt, piss and cum off. It will be fine." We drove home with a rather intoxicating aroma. We left the windows down. Thank god, it wasn't very far. The three of us got in the shower and continued the post-colitis tenderness we experienced in the park. Dad asked, "You want to sleep with us tonight, John?" "Can I? It has been so lonely without David." I almost started to cry as I realized how much I missed the warmth of my brother holding me throughout the night. "Yes, son. Come sleep with us. It will be cozy, but we would both love to have you with us." I didn't feel in any way that this was just Dad's idea. Either, Dad and Bob discussed it at some point, or they were so in touch with the other's feelings that one person could make a decision without the other and it would be fine by both. My theory is the latter. Dad and Bob were an in-sync couple. We went into Bob's room. I got in the middle, which as a bottom whore is my place, and we all went to sleep quickly. The next day we all had off so first thing we went over to the house to see how the progress was going. The outside was stunning. The new roof looked beautiful. The exterior painting was complete. The colors were new and fresh. It definitely improved the neighborhood. The interior was close thanks to Dad's continuing his incentive plan with the foreman. The electricity even had to be re-wired, which was not in the original plan, but it stayed close to schedule because of Dad's cock inside his Hispanic stud. Bob's house was fun to live in, but I was looking forward to moving home. Bob's web subscription base skyrocketed with the four of us, then the three of us being there living our lives naked. Since we all had varying hours, it was better for the customers as more hours of the day someone was naked at home. Bob created a new higher priced VIP membership where Bob and I would have sex while the clients watched online. Bob said that if they were going to get to see a hot, 18-year-old slut bottom perform, they were going to pay. The nice thing about that was Bob's generosity. He gave me all the additional proceeds of the higher priced membership. Bob kept it a secret from me until I left for my first semester in college. Bob took all the additional income. He figured that since the addition of Dad and me to the mix, I should get all the reward. Dad felt the same. Bob did that for David too. The three weeks of phenomenal additional income when David was fucking his brother, he gave to David. He asked David to keep it a secret from me. That way, it would be a surprise. Bob was a wonderful man. He was thoughtful, caring and generous. Dad was very lucky to have found such a fabulous mate. I was shocked at the amount of money involved. Between the two incomes, I was able to take just one year off before starting college life walking into the university that David also attended with enough money to pay for all four years of tuition plus my first two years of expenses. I left for the university the following fall. Being an exhibitionist and a cocksucking whore paid well. There was not a night went by once fall started that I didn't at least make an additional $100 sucking off a businessman. Cumming in my ass was a minimum $250. I started to have regulars like Mr. Jenkins. The next time Mr. Jenkins came to the hotel he specifically asked at the front desk for me to come to his room. Our hotel is all about service and "no" is not part of the vocabulary. I got to Mr. Jenkins room, which he had upgraded to a one-bedroom suite. I had not brought an order, just myself. Mr. Jenkins opened the door sans clothes. "Come in John." "Hello, Mr. Jenkins. It is nice to see you again." "It is nice to be seen." He mused. "Sit down. I want to have a little chat." "Ok, Sir." We sat down in the lovely living room of his suite. He did not offer me a beverage as this was going to be a brief conversation and I was on duty. "John, the reason that I asked to see you is simple. I would like to expand our arrangement from the last time." "What do you have in mind, Sir?" "I would like for you to spend the night with me. I promise you will be safe. My request is I want to fuck you. I want to have man sex with you. I want to sleep with you. I want to wake up in the morning and have breakfast with you. Do you work tomorrow?" "Yes, Sir. I am scheduled to be on duty at 9 AM." "Good. That will work out perfectly. Do you have another uniform here for tomorrow?" "No, but I can have one brought to me." I would ask Bob to bring one from home. "Can we do this? What time are you scheduled off?" Mr. Jenkins asked. "Sir, I can be off at 8 PM. I will need to make a call to home." "I understand. When you finished your call, ring me on the house phone to tell me it is arranged. How does $2,500 sound for the evening?" "Sir that is fine." I tried to hold my excitement. I knew what the going rate was for this service. Even though it was shocking, Bob had already told me what I should charge and $2,500 is standard, plus an expected, non-discussed, substantial tip. "Very well, you run along. I will expect your call shortly. I will also place an order for dinner for you to bring at 8 PM. It will be dinner for two." Mr. Jenkins instructed. "Yes Sir. Very good, Sir." I left and raced down the hall to the service elevator. I went directly to Bob's office. I never go to Bob's office, but I had to speak with him. I called him on his cell on the way. Bob's secretary was gone for the evening and Bob was finishing something on his computer. I knocked on his door. "Come in." Bob said. I was harried by this point. "Bob, you would not believe what just happened. I have to talk to you." Bob had a worried look so I stopped to compose myself quickly inserting. "Bob it's a good thing. Mr. Jenkins in suite 1430 wants to have dinner with me, sex with me and spend the night. He offered me $2,500." Bob responded. "Good. Mr. Jenkins knows the prices. I hope he tips well." "Would you bring me a new uniform in the morning?" I asked. "No. I won't. Have Mr. Jenkins send it out when you get to his room. That has to be part of the deal." "But, what about the staff knowing what is going on?" I was very concerned. "Don't worry about the staff. You know the policy here of turning a blind eye to little things like this. Just make sure you take your nametag off." Bob instructed. "Can I call him from your phone?" I asked. "No John. The computer system records everything. Go over to the convention area on your way to the kitchen and call from one of those phones. It makes it cleaner." "Ok, Bob. Thank you. I promise I won't have to come to your office again for something like this." "It's ok, John. Just keep it to a minimum. Everyone knows you are my friend and my lover's son, but we always need to maintain the slightest contact with each other when we are here at the hotel." "I understand. Tell Dad I will be ok. Thank you, Bob so much." "Good night John." I walked out of Bob's office and went directly to a house phone. I called Mr. Jenkins and told him everything was set, except that he would have to pay for my overnight uniform cleaning. Mr. Jenkins had no problem with that. He told me that he was going to place the dinner order at 7:30 and that he would see me at 8 PM. I thanked him. Hung up the phone and thought, `wow, this was going to be something.' Mr. Jenkins was the consummate gentleman that night. Once I arrived with dinner. I placed the dinner on the table. Mr. Jenkins then asked me to take a shower prior to eating and so we could get my clothes off to the laundry. He called the staff to pick up the laundry while I was in the shower and thankfully, it was gone before I emerged from the bathroom. Mr. Jenkins pulled out my chair for me. He poured a fine wine for us to drink. He treated me as if we were on a date, a naked date, but a date nonetheless. He had lovely dinner music. The lights were dim in the room. We ate by candlelight. It was first class. Mr. Jenkins was such a nice man that I didn't have any trouble being attracted to him. He held my hand as he took me to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed climbing on top of me. He started to kiss me and we proceeded to have a loving sexual experience together. He deposited in my ass and I deposited in his throat. After sex, we cuddled in the living room for a bit and chatted enjoying the stunning skyline view from the 14th floor. When we went to bed, we spooned for the night with him enveloping me. I woke first and prepped myself for morning sex with peeing, evacuating and brushing my teeth. I crawled back into bed going down on his cock to get him hard. We made love again followed by a exquisite breakfast. My uniform came about 8 AM. I showered again. I donned my uniform. Mr. Jenkins gave me an envelope with the cash inside. I gave him a sincere kiss and thanked him profusely. I walked out putting the envelope in my uniform jacket interior pocket. I didn't open it until I got home that night with Bob and Dad. When I opened it up, there was $3,000 inside. I was impressed but quietly put it away in the safe. I could tell that Dad was a little weirded out. I am assuming that Bob must have had quite a time with him the night before when I didn't come home because I was turning a trick. I didn't talk to Dad about it. I left that up to Bob. I never said how much I made to Dad. I told Bob because he was my business advisor. Over the year that I worked at the hotel before going to college, I had five clients that hired me for the "boyfriend experience". For those of you who don't know the term, the boyfriend experience is when a man hires another man for an extended time and they pretend to be boyfriends during the rendezvous. The employer pays for everything on top of the time including dinners, theater and shopping. Got some great new clothes during those adventures even though I'm not a big fan of wearing clothes as you know. I had some amazing times with these fine gentlemen. Dad was not too happy about that aspect of my business. I'm sure that Bob and he had some rounds over it. I enjoyed it. The men were fascinating. I learned a lot about their lives. I learned about their businesses. I understood why they sought this type of companionship instead of a steady boyfriend on the side or a boyfriend period. We moved back into the house in mid-October. It was beautiful. The ghosts of the past had left and now my new family could enjoy being with each other without a hint of what had been there before. Joe Geovanni and Son Moving Co. helped us move back in. Dad instructed them that we were not going to play this time because he wanted to have his first sexual experience in their new bed to be between Bob and him. Dad could be so romantic at times. Bob sold everything in his house, hired the foreman and painting crew to repaint, and rented his house out. That got done fast as well, so I'm sure Bob and Dad provided the standard incentive to the foreman; a nice ass fucking by two hot Daddy-types. Bob also shut down the website. He said that with the added involvement of being in a family now and being devoted to my father that he didn't want to do it anymore. One evening I was waiting in the room service dispatch area when I got a text from Bob. "Clock out and meet me in room 1262. Take the service elevator. The door will be ajar; just walk in." Wow. That was weird, but I text back "Ok. About 15 minutes." Bob acknowledged. "Ok." I had one more room service run, and then I told my manager that Bob was ready to go and that I was clocking out. As always, he was cool with the arrangement of working whatever hours Bob was working. It helped him tremendously to have someone so dependable who was willing work longer hours. I clocked out and immediately headed to the service elevator to the 12th floor. I wondered why Bob wanted me to meet him up there. I got to the door. It was ajar just like he said. I walked in to a dimly light room. "Bob?" "Hey babe. Come in." I walked a few feet past the bathroom and closet to the bed where a naked Bob lay on his stomach with his beautiful hairy bear cub ass looking right at me. The top sheet and bedspread were on the floor at the foot of the bed. Bob had a pillow under his chest and head. "Bob." "Hi John. It is time for you to fuck me." As he said that, he took his hands and spread his ass cheeks far apart so I could see that delicious hole. He had obviously pre-lubed his love cavity with the jar on the nightstand. I didn't question. We could discuss the motivation later. I took off my uniform throwing it on the floor as quickly as possible. My dick was hard as a rock. Seeing any of my three husbands naked and ready to play resulted in my stiff tool. This; however, was a special hardness. I was going to break in my cock as a plunger. My rod was going into a place it had never been before, a man's ass. I crawled up on the bed massaging Bob's thighs with my hands to give his body the indication of things to come. My hands moved to his cheeks that I took apart to reveal his pucker fucker. Down went my face. My tongue dove into his sphincter. Between my hands and tongue, I was able to open the flower in preparation for pollination. Bob groaned at my touch from the moment I placed my hands on his thighs to the moment my tongue reached his pussy. "Oh, John. I have wanted you to do this for so long. I have wanted you to take my ass. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard with that beautiful teen cock. Give me your jizz buddy. We're buddies and we share and it's time for you to share a load of sweet youth up my cunt." This was not a foreplay event. When my tongue was satisfied, I moved up on top of him positioning my driller to aim right at its target. Bob's ass was nice and lubed so my cock moved easily into the desired location. The sensation of having my cock up Bob's ass was something beyond all expectation. The heat was very different from a mouth around my cock. The way that the walls of his bowels perfectly wrapped my entire prick was enveloping me and expanding my imagination. Briefly, I thought, `why haven't I done this before? This is fucking fabulous.' Then, my mind went into an altered state, a state of sheer animalism. I fucked Bob hard. Bob loved it. He was so encouraging and I was a beast. I don't remember too much about it. I plowed and plowed Bob's ass. Sweat poured down my face. My body was drenched. I grabbed Bob's pectorals and nipples for stabilization. As you all know, I love Bob's delicious brown areolas and I was touching them from a new angle, an angle that I was fucking loving with every fiber of my being. Eventually, I knew that I was going to blast. I warned Bob and he continued to egg me on. The orgasm was so intense that my breath and heart rate had never been higher. I collapsed onto the back of my friend the bear. There was nothing left of me. I couldn't even nibble his moist neck. I was dead weight. Ten minutes past before Bob spoke. "Buddy, you got to get off me. You're fucking heavy." I laughed. "Yeah, as we get older, we gain weight." Bob admonished, "Fuck you asshole. As we get older, my ass." We both chortled as I disconnected from my good friend and my Dad's husband. We moved around onto the bed facing the proper way. We plopped some pillows under our heads and backs to sit up in a comfortable position. "Bob, do you want to shoot off?" I asked. "You know, John. I don't. I had an orgasm with you. I'm actually good." Bob replied. We stared out at the city skyline. We didn't have the drapes closed while we were fucking. We are exhibitionists and if a helicopter flew by, we wanted to make sure they got a show. "Now what?" I asked. Bob said, "I'm going to order us up a little dinner. Your Dad knows we are here so he's not expecting us for a while." I didn't inquire further. I figured we had dinner to discuss the details of this experience. Bob ordered room service instructing them to just leave the cart in the hallway and ring the room phone to tell us it was there. We got in the big tub and had a luxurious bath while waiting for the food. When the phone rang, Bob got out of bed to answer, then went to the door and pushed the cart in. I got out of the tub. We dried off and sat down for a lovely meal. "So what's the deal, Bob? Why did this happen?" I asked. Bob responded, "John, I felt bad about the night when you first wanted to fuck me. There was part of me that thought I may have talked you out of it, even though that was not my intent." "Bob, you did not talk me out of it. You were spot on. I wasn't ready and it wasn't the right moment." "Thanks. I knew it wasn't the right moment, but I kept thinking about it. I have wanted you to fuck me for a long time. I love you as I love your Dad. I wanted to have you in me. I wanted to have your sperm. I also wanted to be your first. I felt that with me you would be the most comfortable." I've said it before and I will say it again. Bob is the most wonderful, caring man on the planet. "Thank you Bob. I wanted to fuck you too. And, I wanted you to be my first as well." We paused for a few minutes and ate. Bob and I had always had a special connection and bond. This experience took it to a different place. This was our special moment and no one else was to share in that. It was as it should be. "Did you talk with Dad about this?" I asked. "Yes John, I talked with your Dad. He wanted us to have this experience. He loves both of us very much, but he also knows we have a relationship too. He was happy that I wanted to take your top cherry." Bob smiled as his mind was obviously thinking about my wonderful father and their bond. "All I can say is thank you so much Bob. I wouldn't have wanted to do it with anyone else first other than you." I leaned over the table and kissed him deeply. We finished our meal. We put our clothes back on. I took the service elevator to the parking garage and waited at Bob's car while he stopped by the front desk to check out of the room. We didn't take our clothes off on the way home that night. There was no need. We were both satisfied. We quietly walked down the hall to the bedrooms. Bob turned and gave me a big kiss. "I love you, John. Your Dad may be the best thing that has ever happened to me, but it is all because of you. Thank you so much for being my friend." Bob walked away before I could say anything. I turned into my bedroom; shut the door as a tear ran down my face. That was the nicest thing any one had ever done. I would cherish that night for the rest of my life. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for writing. Please keep sending your thoughts on this story. They are very motivating. 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