Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2009 08:22:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: foresterdude@yahoo.com
Subject: Hotel Voyeur

Unlike my other memoirs "Joe" and "Gary and Greg", I'm not a direct
participant in this one, but I saw it all happen and, like the others, it's
all true.  Man, I'm glad I wrote this stuff down (like I'm gonna forget
it).

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I was staying at one of the large hotels in the Orlando area for a business
conference, and had an afternoon to kill.  The meetings were numerous and
demanded my full attention, so I decided to forego the usual golf game and
just hang out on the balcony of my room, maybe catching a few z's in the
process.  My room was on the second floor, but was up slightly higher than
normal due to a two level lobby and air-conditioning equipment.  There were
some ground floor rooms, however, and these had small patios instead of
balconies.  There was a great deal of tropical foliage around the base of
the hotel, so many of these patios were fairly secluded from the ground.

I changed into a t-shirt and baggy shorts for comfort, and went out on my
balcony with a magazine.  After about a half hour, however, I felt the
magazine droop onto my chest and my eyes got heavy, and I started to doze.
A few minutes later, though, my attention was caught by some giggling and
whispering, and someone rustling through the foliage toward the room
immediately adjacent to and below mine.  Two boys emerged, about 11 or 12
years old I guessed, wet from swimming and wearing only their bathing
suits.  They were looking around and whispering, definitely looking
furtive, which really caught my attention.  I slipped off the lounge chair
and laid down on the floor of the balcony so that I could see and hear, but
not be seen or heard.

"Do you think anybody can see us?" said one of the boys, a skinny, rather
pale blond with bright yellow knit swim trunks.

"No way," said the other, a shorter boy with wavy brown hair and a red
striped Speedo, "These bushes are so thick we could hardly walk through'em,
so you definitely can't see through'em."  He was mostly right; with the way
the hotel was laid out, about the only place from where they could be seen
was exactly where I was.  "So you're sure your parents won't be back soon?"
said the blond, with some concern.

"No way," said the other again, "My mom went to Magic Kingdom with my
sisters and my dad's playing golf.  Won't be anybody here for hours."  With
that the blond boy looked around, smiled and said "Cool.  Let me feel yours
again."  At this, I felt all my senses get sharper, my mouth went dry, and
a throbbing began in my groin as I started to become erect, knowing now
what was going to happen not 20 feet from my eyes. The boys had obviously
been playing with each other in the pool and had come here to finish the
job. The blond had sat down on one of the patio chairs in front of the
other, and reached out to stroke the front of his friend's Speedo, where I
noticed a bulge had appeared.  He ran his thin fingers slowly up and down
the bottom of his friend's shaft, which visibly elongated as he did so
until it tented out the front of his Speedo to its limit.

"Oh, Bobby, that feels really good," said the darker-haired boy, as his
hips started to pump slightly and his head fell back.  The blond boy, now
known as Bobby, grasped the front of the other boy's trunks and pulled them
out to let his dick free, but it wouldn't make it at first.

"Ow! Don't bust it!" said the dark-haired boy, obviously the dominant one
of the two, before leaning forward and pulling his cock out himself, which,
as it emerged from his suit, snapped up and smacked him on the stomach
before finding its proper upward angle. I could feel my own cock throb as I
stared at his; it looked about 4 inches long and was pretty fat for a boy
his age, but most interestingly it was so hard that it pointed upward at
such an angle that there was only about two inches between his cockhead and
his stomach.  There seemed to be a bit of dark pubic hair just starting to
sprout above the base.

"Sorry, Jake," said Bobby, "I didn't know it pointed up so much-it looks
like a missile!" "Yeah, whatever, can you get back to what you were doing?"
At that, Bobby grasped his friend's cock again around the base and started
to jack it slowly up and down-it was fat enough that he could barely wrap
his whole hand around it, but short enough that his fingers covered the
whole length.  Jake's head again fell back and he groaned, his hips again
starting to pump slowly.

As hard as it was to take my eyes off Jake's turgid cock, I wanted to see
more of Bobby; his tall, skinny frame and thin chest made him look younger
than his friend, but, though my angle wasn't great, it looked like he had a
nice bulge going in his knit trunks, and as I watched he reached down with
his free hand and rubbed the front of his cock.  I was lost in an erotic
haze watching these two; I've always been somewhat bisexual, and seeing two
young boys exploring their awakening sexuality had me so hard my whole
groin ached.  Jake was really pumping his hips now, and his breathing was
audibly ragged even from my vantage point.

"You better stop for a few minutes, dude," he said, "I'm about to go off
and I want to check you out first."

"Ok, I'll stop," Bobby replied, but he didn't, looking somewhat dazed by
the throbbing penis filling his hand, and then Jake said "Aww, too late,
don't stop now, man!"  His body went rigid and started to quiver and then
three sharp spurts of thin whitish fluid erupted upward from his cockhead
onto the patio and then dribbled out the end.

"Cool!" said Bobby, "I made you squirt!"

"What do you expect, doofus?  We were fooling around in the pool for about
a half hour before we got here, so how much do you think I can take?  How
come you didn't stop?"

"I don't know; I meant to, but it was just too neat.  Doesn't look like
anything changed much, though."  And Bobby was right; Jake's hardon hadn't
gone down much at all, but maybe reduced its upward angle to about 45
degrees.  Bobby had been rubbing the front of his suit continuously, and
now that he was turned more toward me I could see that his bulge looked
substantial--as hot as Jake looked with his skyward-pointing cock shooting
its load, for some reason this skinny, awkward-looking kid was really
turning me on, and I couldn't wait to see what he had.

I didn't have to wait long, as Jake said "Ok, let me sit where you were and
you get over here."  Bobby jumped to comply and stood in front of his
friend, his thin, white body shivering as he thrust his groin toward Jake,
his erection very visible through the stretchy suit.  Jake sat down on the
patio chair, his cock pointing straight upward as he sat, and looked at
Bobby's crotch with some amusement.

"You know, you gotta tell your ma to stop getting you these little kid swim
suits; anytime you get a boner the whole world can see it."

"What's the matter with it?  I always been wearing these," Bobby whined,
"They're comfortable."

"Well, it didn't matter when you were like 7, but look at this," Jake said,
rubbing the bulge in Bobby's suit, "Your dick's getting too big to hide."

"Ohh, wow," Bobby said breathily, "That feels real good what you're doing,"
as Jake continued to rub.

"Well, that's nothing, yet," Jake replied, "Let's see what you got here."
With that, he pulled down the yellow knit suit to Bobby's knees, allowing
his boner to spring free.  And what a nice one!  Though somewhat slender,
it looked to be at least five inches long and curved upward, terminating in
a large, mushroom-like head that was noticeably larger than the shaft.
Against his thin, pale body, it looked enormous.

"Whoa!" said Jake, "You really got a big one!  No hair yet, though."  He
stroked the shaft with his fingertips, and it bounced upward away from his
hand when he neared the head.  Bobby was squirming and shivering like he
had ants in his pants although, of course, he wasn't wearing any at the
time. Jake grasped the long shaft in his hand and started pumping it
slowly.  Bobby's breathing almost immediately became irregular, almost
gasping, and his knees seemed about to give way.

"Man, are you horny or what?"  Jake said with some amazement.  You look
like you're ready to blow already!"

"I feel all...ahh...tingly and...ohhh!" and without finishing the sentence
Bobby's knees buckled, he caught himself on the patio table, and a powerful
jet of thin, watery sperm spurted out of his swollen mushroom head about
five feet, landing in the low bushes at the side of the patio.
Interestingly, that was the only spurt; the rest of his ejaculation
dribbled out the end of his cock like water from a hose, and was almost as
clear, even though his cock continued to pulse visibly.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhhhhh...", he said, as he sank to the ground, "That was so
awesome! I never had anything shoot out before! It always just dribbled."
He reached down to his slightly softening and dripping cock and wiped the
leaking fluid off the head, wiping it on the ground.  His cock still stuck
straight out, but had lost the upward curve, and the head had diminished to
about the same size as the shaft.  Jake was stroking his again-twitching
and rocklike erection as he watched his friend recover in front of him.

As Bobby sat there in a daze wiping his dick, he started absent-mindedly
rubbing the fluid around the head, and in a minute or so the shaft had
regained its upward bend, and his cockhead was starting to flare out as
before.  He looked up at Jake slowly masturbating, and then reached over
and took over with his own hand, his eyes staring intently at his friend's
erection.  I couldn't believe they were apparently going to do it again; I
was alternately excited and disappointed, because as much as I wanted to
see what would happen next, I desperately needed to come myself to relieve
the almost agonizing pressure in my cock.  I thought of jacking off on the
balcony where I was, but I was more in view than the boys from other
balconies and I didn't think it worth the risk.  As I was, all anyone would
see was someone laying on the floor of the balcony, presumably sunning
themselves.  Jake had leaned back in the chair and was thrusting his hips
in rhythm with the hand-job he was getting from Bobby, whose now fully
engorged penis jutted up from between his crossed legs like a club,
twitching with each heartbeat, the fat mushroom head almost purple with his
excitement.

"Bobby?" asked Jake softly, "You ever lick somebody's dick?"  Bobby paused
for a moment in his masturbation, then resumed more slowly.  "No," he said,
hesitantly.

"You ever want to?" Bobby paused again, rubbing just the head of Jake's
boner, which was so stiff it hardly moved with the contact.

"I guess I never thought about it before," said Bobby, "But I bet it would
feel good." As if in agreement, his own cock throbbed several times, and I
could see the fat head flush with color as it twitched.  His penis was so
hard that the upward curve brought the head almost in contact with his
stomach as he sat upright, and he reached down and started to jerk himself
off with his free hand.  After another moment, without a word, he rose up
onto his knees and brought his head within a few inches of Jake's missile,
jacking it a few times as he watched closely, and then reached out the tip
of his tongue and touched the head gently, running it down the shaft.
Jake's cock contracted sharply, and he moaned his satisfaction.  Apparently
deciding it wasn't so bad, Bobby licked around the entire tip of his
friend's cock, then put his mouth down over the whole thing in one motion,
down to the balls.  I could see the shape of Jake's dickhead in Bobby's
cheek.  Jake fell back in the chair and said "Oh my god...this
feels...so...good..."  Bobby was really getting into the process now, and
brought his hand up to caress Jake's smallish balls and he sucked in
earnest, his hard cock poking obscenely and erotically from his skinny hips
as he fellated his friend.  Jake was literally fucking Bobby's mouth now,
his hips pistoning up and down in rhythm with Bobby's bouncing head.  Jake
patted Bobby on the back and gasped
"I'm...going...to...come...I'm...going...to...come! Ahhhhhhhhh!" His hips
stopped their movement but a for a few spastic jerks, and Bobby's head
snapped up a second later, followed by a spurt of semen, then another, then
a trickle from Jake's cock. Bobby had obviously gotten a mouthful before
moving his head away; he licked his lips and looked somewhat quizzical, but
apparently swallowed what he had in his mouth with no ill effect.  Jake lay
back on the patio chair with a look of exhaustion, saying "Oh, man, I never
felt anything so good!  I felt like my dick was gonna explode!"  Bobby
looked at him expectantly, jacking his erection slowly, knowing, it seemed,
that Jake needed some recovery time, but wanting him to reciprocate as soon
as possible.  He stood up somewhat unsteadily, his hard penis throbbing in
front of him, and moved tentatively over to Jake, whose eyes just now
seemed to focus on the swollen, twitching organ in front of him.  His own
cock, which from his own description and what I had seen had been hard for
over an hour now, was finally starting to deflate, but not all the way.
Mine, on the other hand, had passed the point of pain during Bobby's
fascinating blow job, and now throbbed dully with a persistent ache; there
was no way, however, that I was going to miss Bobby's presumably imminent
introduction into oral sex, so I tried to ignore the congestion in my
groin.  Jake tentatively reached out and stroked his friend's throbbing
sex, pulling Bobby to him by his cock.  His tongue slowly reached toward
the head, and as it touched it, Bobby's cock bounced violently away to the
point that Jake had to grab it again and brought it down to his mouth.  His
tongue lightly laved the whole head, around and around; after about a
minute of this, Bobby's hips thrust forward and he threw his head back,
moaning "Do it, man...do it, man...I gotta cum so bad...ohhhh."  Bobby's
inflamed penis was absolutely rigid now and pointed upward in addition to
the curve, and I could see small tremors shake through his whole body.
Jake, I think getting into the sexual frenzy his efforts were creating in
his friend, began to suck and pump Bobby's cock in earnest, with telling
effect: after no more than 30 seconds, Bobby starting whimpering and
shaking, saying "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" as his hips surged forward and semen
splattered out of his swollen purple cockhead, past Jake's head (which had
been quickly removed when he sensed his partner's explosion) onto the patio
floor.  At least three watery spurts erupted and then ran down the base of
his cock like a faucet before Bobby sank to the floor in exhaustion and
release.

I could see the boys weakly high-five each other, saying "awwright!" as I
scrambled on my knees through the sliding door into my room, where I ripped
my aching, dripping cock out the leg hole of my shorts and, still laying on
my side on the floor, grabbed it in my fist and after about only 10 savage
strokes poured a fountain of sperm onto the carpet in honor of one of the
most erotic things I'd ever seen.