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Nino

 

Room fourteen Part 1

 

Hi, my name is Nino. This story happened when I was thirteen.

Back then I was still pretty small for my age, 4.7 ft (about 1.45m) weighing only 82 pounds. My dad was a small Italian so I got that from him, I guess. My mom's an American who has Swedish ancestors.

 

As a young teenager I was more lithe than muscular. I had small hips and a not so fleshy firm butt. I noticed both girls and boys enjoyed my looks. I was only interested in boys as friends until that spring I started to see the beauty in them too.

 

My parents got divorced the year before. We ran a motel in a small community along the highway to Orlando. It was a pretty decent motel. The previous year my mom got fed-up with my dad only watching the games and the guests and not even noticing her anymore, so she left, she got a job managing a holiday resort in the Sunshine State.

 

So I stayed with my dad, to finish school of course, and run the motel together with dad and Rosario, the help and mother of my best friend Daniel.

 

Danny and I have been friends ever since kindergarten and were inseparable so Rosario had always been like a mother to me too. Recently I started looking at Daniel in a different way, though.

He was half Mexican, had piercing green eyes and was a couple of inches taller than me. He was a popular member of the local swimming- and springboard diving team and he had the most incredible trained body with perfect abs. Wearing his Speedo, he showed the cutest butt at the back and a nice pack in the front south of his well-developed abs. I started to go to his training hours especially to watch him practice...

 

The warm days of summer announced themselves already in the spring that year. I had been swimming and sunbathing at the lake with Danny and the other kids from school from late April on. And if the weather was bad, I went on the sunbed in our sauna once a week to make sure I'd keep a nice tan.

 

Warm evenings were no exception that spring.

It was the Friday before spring break and dad and I had finished dinner late that evening.

Dad was at the front desk watching the game and waiting for new guests to arrive while I sat in the backoffice trying to concentrate on my homework.

 

It had been raining so the atmosphere was hot and humid inside. I had a hard time focusing. The old fan at the ceiling was squeaking at half speed and kept distracting me.

To avoid overheating, I had taken off my black shirt and hung it over the chair to prevent it sticking to my back. I only wore my yellow shorts and a pair of flip-flops.

 

Even sitting still, I was sweating like a pig. I wiped the sweat of my forehead, temple and neck several times and so it dripped of my hand onto the notebook in front of me. It wrinkled the paper and messed up the ink.

 

At around 8.00 PM I heard a car pull up in the carpark and minutes later the front door opened. I looked over at the front desk and saw a male guest entering. He looked like a traveling agent to me. He was dragging a big-ass trolley suitcase along with him, his jacket draped over it. I guessed he probably had all his merchandise in it.

But on closer inspection, he was way too young to be a traveling agent. I estimated him around his early twenties. He was a big 5.7 ft. good looking sporty guy. He had bright blue eyes, blond hair and very dark eyebrows which stood out.

 

Dad kept his eyes on the game as he helped the guy register. He didn't pay much attention to him at all, dad hardly looked at him.

 

As soon as the guy noticed me sitting in the back I could feel his eyes were locked on to me. I heard him say his name was Mike, answering my father's questions for registration.

 

I slowly rose up from my homework and stuck my pen in my mouth. When he saw me sucking my pen, he licked his lips and smiled at me, showing me his perfect white teeth.

I could feel my body started to glow and sweat even more. I felt flattered the way he was checking me out.

My face, arms, chest, even my legs got close inspection as he kept on smiling, meanwhile answering my dad's questions.

 

He was observing me lustfully like nobody ever done before and I liked that kind of attention. I liked it very much.

 

To keep his focus on me I started to bounce the pen up and down with my teeth. I leaned back on two legs of the chair. To keep my balance I had to spread my legs a bit. The flip flops hanging in the air diagonally, rocking by my toes.

Looking at Mike, I was teasing him to provoke a reaction.

 

Mike's smile got bigger and he quickly licked his lips. After a few seconds enjoying the view he hardly noticeably gestured with his head for me to come over.

 

I got the chair back on his four legs, closed my schoolbooks, got up and walked over to my dad at the front desk.

 

I looked up at Mike and said "Good evening sir, my name is Nino. Can I carry your suitcase up to your room?"

 

I checked the ledger and noticed dad had decided to give him room fourteen so I took the right keycard from the wall. Room fourteen was the last room at the first floor, overlooking the parking lot at the back. By the stairs at the end of the gallery you could get down to the back of our house and enter at the backdoor unseen.

 

"Room number fourteen, dad?"

 

Dad brushed his hand through my hair as I walked past him, letting me know he approved of my initiative and didn't have tell me so.

Now he could stay at the front desk and watch the door and the game.

Getting a tip would be a perk for me.

 

I walked around the counter and positioned myself between Mike and the counter out of sight from my dad.

 

"Hi Nino, I'm Mike. How nice of you to help me, young man," he said, let go of the trolley and reached out to give me a hand. I offered him my hand automatically.

He then let go and placed his large hand on my bare shoulder.

 

"Let me get my credit card out of my jacket."

 

While turning around and bending behind me, towards his jacket draped over his suitcase, Mike's hand brushed upside down from my shoulder down my moist back into my shorts, his middle finger sliding in between my buttcheeks.

I immediately tensed my buttcheeks, bucking forward a little and clamping his probing digit like a hotdog in a bun.

 

Mike spread out the rest of his fingers inside my shorts all over my butt and started a slow massage, his middle finger curling and pushing its hard tip against my soft little pink crater.

It felt so good I got hard instantly.

 

"Any place around here where I can get a snack or a hamburger perhaps, this time?" Mike asked my dad.

 

"Maybe Nino can help you with that. Nino?" dad replied.

 

Luckily dad couldn't see what was going on, he was tucked away behind his computer screen and focused on the game. I leaned forward, my body against the counter for balance giving Mike better excess.

I had to do my best not to let my father know what was going on.

 

"Sure dad, I'll see what I can do," I muttered.

 

I softly bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning and closed my eyes.

Sweat poured down my spine and I could feel my body glowing from the excitement. After a couple of seconds of that glorious massage I relaxed my buttcheeks and released his clamped finger.

 

"Ah, there it is," Mike said, pushing the tip of his finger firm against my butthole one more time.

 

As he got up, I could feel his hand exiting my shorts leaving my boy-bum hanging out. His middle finger slid upwards over my wet back, resting his hand on my shoulder again. He showed my dad his wallet in the other hand.

 

I got back in the real world and stopped leaning against the counter in front of me. Still out of sight from dad, I turned around and touched his leg in an upward motion ending on petting the bulge in his trousers.

 

He squeezed my shoulder a bit and cornered me between himself and the counter.

 

"What would you like to eat, mister?" I asked. "A wiener or a hot-dog or something?"

 

Mike cupped my chin with his hand and stuck his thumb all the way in my mouth.

 

"Yeah, a hot-dog sounds nice. That's got a Wiener and buns. I'd love that," Mike said.

 

His middle finger playing with my earlobe. While sucking on it, my little tongue swirled all around the probing digit.

 

"Exiting?" Mike asked in general.

 

Out of sight from my father I nodded `yes', my heart beating like a racehorse.

 

"It's not the best game, but it's OK," my dad replied concentrating on the tv, not realizing his son was openly being assaulted just 3 feet away.

 

I was overwhelmed by what was happening and tried to recover from all the excitement.

On autopilot I lifted my shots and I took the suitcase. I'd reached the elevator when I heard my father say in an all-to-familiar severe voice:

"SHIRT Nino, first put on your shirt!"

 

"But da-haad, it's so warm!"

 

"I don't care, we run a descent motel. So put it on and button it up!" And he refocused on the computer screen.

 

"Yes, dad."

 

I let go of the suitcase and walked around the counter to the chair. I hoped dad wouldn't notice my hard-on as I passed him. With my back turned to both men I put on my shirt and buttoned it up with shaking hands.

I looked blushful over my shoulder at Mike a couple of times and smiled at him.

 

Mike kept his eyes on me, smiled back and clearly enjoyed the control he had over me.

 

All dressed up I walked back to Mike, took the suitcase again and headed for the elevator for the second time. With my back to the lobby I waited for Mike to join me.

 

"And stand up straight, Nino, no slouching." I heard my father telling me from behind the counter.

 

"Yes, SIR!" I replied and giggled.

 

I straightened my back like a soldier, clamping my buttcheeks tight together again and pressing the sensitive glans from my hard-on against the cold steel elevator door.

 

By the time the doors had opened Mike had finished his registration and caught up with me. We stepped inside and both looked at my tented shorts in the mirror. The I looked up and smiled. The doors closed behind us.

 

I totally forgot to press the button for the first floor.

 

"Press the floor button, buddy. Or do I need to sleep in here?" Mike asked with a smile and winked.

 

I smiled and pressed the "one". We started to ascend slowly.

 

He looked down at me and whispered "You liked that, didn't you? I can tell." His eyes fixed at the front of my shorts hinting at the tent I'd set up there.

 

Mike took my chin in his hand again and made me look up at him.

 

"Why don't you unbutton your shirt again, Nino? I don't care what your father says. I want you to show me your shirtless body like before."

 

I let go of the suitcase and unbuttoned my shirt obedient. By the time I was done the elevator stopped and the doors opened. We stepped outside and walked over to room fourteen.

 

I opened the door and gave Mike the keycard. I could feel Mike brushing his hand through my hair as he entered the room first.

 

"Come on in and close the door behind you." he said as he turned on the lights.

 

He sat down on the bed and took of his shoes, socks and his shirt. He had a great muscular body and I was staring wide-eyed at him. My breathing got shallow and hasty as my eyes now rolled over his bare chest to the bulge in his pants.

 

"Don't look so surprised, for me it's warm too, you know. I've been driving all day." he said as he was giving me another wink. "You can leave the suitcase next to the bed."

 

I walked towards the bedside and rolled the suitcase along with me.

Instead of walking off, I kept standing next to of the bed in anticipation. I was watching Mike and realizing what a nice body he had. Usually this was also the moment I'd receive my tip.

 

Mike got up to me and down on his knees in front of me showing his keycard in his right hand.

 

Holding me by the shoulders Mike leaned over and whispered: "You're an eager little fella, aren't you? You liked my massage, didn't you?"

 

I smiled and nodded.

 

"Now how am I gonna give you a tip when all I have is a credit card?"

 

Next I felt the corner-edge of the plastic card run down from the back of my neck, between my shoulder blades to the lower end of my back. Then, in one go, he pulled out my shorts at the back a little and stuck the card between my buttcheeks.

It made me firm up my buttcheeks again and thrusting my groin toward him. My eyes widened.

 

"Hold on to that keycard for a minute, buddy," Mike told me.

 

Despite the warmth in the room I got goosebumps all over my arms.

Next he cupped both my buttcheeks with one hand and started gently brushing it.

 

"You really have the most gorgeous boy-bum I handled in a long time. Now don't relax, keep the card in there!"

 

I picked up the scent of his perfume and it got me a bit high.

All this attention made me shiver. He was looking me straight in the eyes.

 

His other hand went slowly from my left-ankle upwards with his thumb on the inside of my leg.

It landed on my hip and he started fondling my groin with his thumb. Another shiver stroke me and I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. My breathing got more shallow and hasty.

 

I got harder and harder.

 

The next sensation I felt where was the warmth of his body close to me and his lips softly pressing mine.

Warm and gentle.

I was kissing this guy and I didn't mind at all.

As he ended the kiss after a second or two, I opened my eyes and saw his face, still smiling, close in front of me.

 

"My God you ARE adorable, Nino", he said. "You like me to go on?"

 

Partially hypnotized all I could do was smile at him. His hands all over me, my buns warming up the keycard.

 

Mike let go of my buttcheeks and raised his hands through my opened shirt on both sides of my chest, his thumbs shortly touching my little hard nipples.

Then his hands slid down and in one careful move he gently pulled down my shorts all the way to the floor.

 

Being freed, my 4.5" hard-on jumped out, making a fresh flapping sound on my bare abdomen. I automatically stepped out of my shorts and got rid of my flip-flops too.

 

I made sure the keycard didn't fall out. He left me standing there more or less naked in my shirt with my back a bit arched keeping the keycard stuck in place.

In that position I was offering him my hard-on.

 

"Wow, and no tan line at all, I see? So you take good care of yourself?" Mike asked.

 

I gave him a big smile and said, "We have a sauna and a sunbed. I use the sun bed once a week. I love the feeling of it warming my pene."

 

"Well, has anyone ever told you, you have a great body? And your bum! I love your fantastic tight little ass. Turn around and let me have a good look at it."

 

I felt proud, turned around and in no time his big hands were petting my buns again.

 

"Gorgeous! Let me massage it some more. And don't lose your grip on the card now," he whispered to me and he turned me back around.

 

"Just delicious!"

 

Our eyes were fixed on each other's again. He raised his hands to my hips and indulged me by massaging my buttcheeks with his fingers and my groin and scrotum with his thumbs. My sight got hazy and my dick started to throb.

 

I loved the sensation but I felt a bit exposed. My was raising my hands to cover my hard-on.

 

"Don't worry Nino," he said, "just enjoy the moment. If there's anything that you don't want to do or you feel uncomfortable with, tell me and I'll stop immediately. The last thing I wanna do is make you feel uneasy or hurt you. Moments like these are supposed to be fun... But looking at you, I needn't worry, I can see you love what I'm doing." directing his eyes to my throbbing cock now starting to leak a little pre-cum.

 

I smiled to let him know I enjoyed it, so Mike took my dick in his hand and slowly started stroking.

 

Next I felt the keycard being forced down through my cleavage and exiting at the bottom end, the corner just about toughing the back of my scrotum.

 

I closed my eyes again and focused on the rushes of pleasure going through my body. I reached for his head with both hands and widened my stand by putting my feet a bit further apart. I heard Mike hum approving my actions.

 

With every stroke of my dick he was now able to caress the small rim between my scrotum and my asshole with his index finger.

 

After a while he slowed down and asked "So tell me, was you sucking your pencil earlier on a hint for me?"

 

"Hmm, please don't stop," I moaned softly as I enjoyed every moment of the attention Mike was paying to me.

 

"Have you ever played like this with others before?" he asked.

 

"No, I haven't." I answered timid.

 

"But you like it though, right? I can tell." Mike said teasingly.

 

I opened my eyes. "Oh yes, oh don't stop!"

 

I was about to come. I tensed and raised myself to stand on my toes.

My testicles pulled up.

 

"You said you were hungry, right Mike? Well, it's feeding time RIGHT NOW!" I moaned at Mike.

 

I bucked towards him, tightening my buttmuscles. Mike moved his hands over to my hips and pulled me towards him. He opened his mouth engulfing my hard-on that was right in front of him.

 

The warm wetness of his mouth tipped me completely over the edge and I started to spray paint the inside of his mouth.

Mike meanwhile was massaging my butt with his hands and my hard-on with his tongue.

 

When I was drained I got back on my feet, holding on to his head.

 

Mike let my dick slowly slide out of his mouth and tucked his head backwards. With his eyes closed he was savoring my cum. Then he swallowed.

 

"This is really the best nectar in the world," he said. "You can wake me up in the middle of the night for some lukewarm boy-cum."

 

We both went silent for a moment, catching our breath. Mike looked like he was still enjoying the aftertaste of my juice.

 

Looking down at Mike I realized something.

 

"So I brought your suitcase up to your room AND I fed you. I guess my tip is getting larger by the minute, right?" I asked Mike panting with a big smile on my face.

 

Mike opened up his eyes and smiled mysteriously.

 

"I think I've got the perfect gift for you, buddy."

 

 

 

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