Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 03:07:15 -0700 From: Matt And Brad Subject: Part of the Itinerary, chapter 1 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Remember, Nifty is a free service. Take a minute to donate to keep us happy and hard. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This series was a request from a friend who thought I'd be able to bring an idea like this to life. I welcomed the challenge and hope you're all along for the ride. Please let me know if you don't get understand what I'm going for, stylistically. Perhaps the first installment isn't clear, but maybe it will come to light in further chapters. This was more to introduce the location as a character, so I don't have to do it every time. Chapter 1 - Stan He was unnecessarily nervous. The Resort had promised discretion, but still he used a pseudonym and a credit card he took out just for this trip. Over the next five days, he was Stan Arnott – a moniker that in no way resembled his actual name. He'd never done anything like this before, nor did he really have the money to take a vacation that was so expensive. But this was maybe a once in a lifetime opportunity to get away, and he was going to splurge. He was a single man in his mid-40s with a government job and a pension. Why was he saving his money, if not for trips like this? He checked in at reception and received his single key to suite 1203. "We have secured your Itinerary, Mr. Arnott, but if at any point you want to make adjustments or additions, I hope you'll let me know and keep me in mind," said the handsome, young man behind the desk, sliding his personal card across the desk next to Stan's custom electronic fob. "Again, my name is Marcus. The staff and I are here to make sure you make the most of your stay." He had been inside for ten minutes and already he was amazed at the detail taken. For the price he was paying, Stan knew he shouldn't be surprised, and yet it was already surpassing his expectations. The outside façade, the lobby, Marcus – so far, worth every penny. Stan thanked Marcus and followed the direction of the young man's outstretched hand. Another young resort employee was waiting at the elevator banks, having the menial job of summoning the lifts, but that didn't bother the teenaged-looking lad at all. "May I help you with your bag, Mr. Arnott?" the boy with the name tag of Gideon asked. "No, thank you," Stan managed to say. "I can handle this on my own." "While you're here, sir, you shouldn't have to handle anything on your own, as part of your Itinerary or not." The implication was explicit, as was the hungry stare Gideon gave the guest. The elevator dinged its arrival, and Gideon gestured for Stan to proceed through the open doors. The young man showed the guest where his fob would bring up the resort directory on the touch screen and how to select his destination. Gideon also handed Stan his personal information card, with a handshake, a smile, and an "Enjoy your stay with us." The young man turned away and started moving toward an approaching couple. Stan heard Gideon say, "Gentlemen, may I help you with your bags?" as the doors slid shut, giving him a chance to see his own dumbfounded expression looking back at him from the mirrored metal. Stan knew the staff was just doing their job, and outside of this resort, boys like them wouldn't make advances on him the way those two just had in the last thirteen minutes. Stan wasn't bad looking by any stretch, which he self-consciously confirmed by looking at his full body reflection, but it had been a while since he'd gotten that kind of back-to-back attention, especially from guys who were barely legal, if legal at all. But what is legal here at the Resort anyway? If he hadn't already spent a small fortune on his Itinerary, he would consider deviating toward Marcus...or Gideon...or both. It was only day one, after all; he still might, especially if what was to come satisfied him. His body was shaking as he exited the elevator onto the 12th floor. These were the kind of tremors that come from nervousness combined with aroused anticipation. The Resort promised to fulfill an array of his fantasies during his stay, but he didn't know for sure what would actually be included in his Itinerary or where or when. The questionnaire he had filled out when he booked his getaway was detailed and incredibly specific, and it was the first time he was completely open about his wants and desires, even if he didn't attach his real name. He was, however, instructed to attach a picture, which he had, though reluctant to give up that shred of anonymity. Suite 1203 was bigger than a typical hotel room, with a luxurious king sized bed and a bathroom that is above average sized for a resort, mainly to accommodate a larger shower. There was a flat screen TV on a large, two-sided bureau that acted as the divider between the sitting room and the bedroom. The television was on a swivel so you could watch from either the couch or the bed. The room had a modest kitchen and a sitting room area with a desk. This resort was not the place where you would need to conduct business or to make your own food, but both amenities would proudly serve their purposes for other guests, and maybe even for him during his time there. There were two large wardrobes in the room, as well. One was situated next to the bureau for him to hang his clothes and store his suitcase. The other was on the same wall as the door to the hallway, and Stan couldn't open it. He wondered briefly if that was the lone defect of the hotel, but then decided it was probably one of the resort's secrets yet to be discovered. A sliding glass door was a few steps away from the bed, with a balcony overlooking the pool and communal areas. Curtains hung inside the glass door on the bedroom side, but a drapery hung from the balcony above, allowing you to enclose yourself outdoors if you wanted privacy on your outdoor sitting area. While he was staring out the window, Stan heard, "Daddy!" as arms encircled his waist. At first, he was startled by the boy's sudden entrance, but his thoughts were pulled in a different direction as two hands started to undo his belt and pants. "I'm so glad we're here," the boy said. "We're going to have so much fun." "We sure are, boy," Stan said, as his pants hit the floor. He turned around and saw a nine-year-old that was unmistakably his son, an adorable little brunette who had all the best of his features – his dimples, his slightly upturned nose, and his smile which was adorable on such a cute face. The green eyes and freckles were not from him, but were very favorable additions to the boy. It was hard to focus on his face, because the boy was completely naked. His body was so smooth and firm as only an active little boy can be when he started to shed his baby fat. The kid was flawlessly white, providing the perfect contrast to Stan's own darker complexion. Still more noticeable, the two-inch boy nail was rock hard and sticking straight out. "I waited for mommy to get in the shower," the boy said. Light leaked out from the bottom of the closed bathroom door, and the unmistakable sound of water running emanated from behind. "I need you, daddy. Please. My butt needs you." In a flash, the boy was on the bed, with his ass in the air facing Stan, his face pressed against the hotel bedspread, looking back at the man standing there with his hard cock straining his jockey shorts. "Hurry, daddy, we don't have much time. Mommy doesn't take long showers." For a second, the world got quiet in Stan's head. His mind focused on a single thought. He dropped to his knees and pushed his face forward into the boy's smooth ass. The taste of nine-year-old hole was now on his tongue, and Stan was savoring it as he devoured the tiny pucker in front of him, expanding it with every lick and poke. The pale white cheeks felt amazing against his face, and he was gradually make it redder with his stubble rubbing through the crack, as well as the hand prints he spanked onto that ass to mark his property. The boy didn't seem to mind at all. He was whining and moaning, which was music to Stan's ears. Stan reared back, spat twice on hole winking in front of him, stood, hooked his jockeys under his balls, and pulled the boy back by his tiny waist as he thrust forward with his freed, dripping cock. He didn't stop until the full length of his seven and a half inches was lodged inside the tight, little hole. His cock met with practically no resistance as it sank into the boy, and the kid took it like a champ. It was only the last two, thick inches that forced out a scream. Stan had to put both hands over the boy's mouth to keep him quiet, but that just allowed Stan more force to impale the lad. Stan didn't move his dick, except to let it pulse and swell in his son. The boy had tears streaming down his face, getting Stan's hands wet, but his sounds changed from cries of pain to whimpers of lust. Stan removed his hands to let the boy gasp for breath, and once his breathing regulated some, Stan began to pull out. "No, no, no, no, no," the boy repeated as he felt his daddy's cock retreating from inside him. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss," he hissed, as Stan forced his shaft back inside him. This repeated for a few slow strokes, as a warm up for the boy and also to bide Stan time while he deftly unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it on the floor. Now bare from the waist up, Stan picked up the pace until he was fucking the boy so hard that the child couldn't even make simple words. Only sounds of lust poured from the boy – sounds a true slut would make. This kid was amazing truly amazing! Stan was hornier than he ever remembered being and overwhelmed with lust, but he was determined to make the most out of this opportunity. Sam yanked his cock from the boy's ass, which caused the boy to cry out. He flipped the kid over, forced his legs in the air, spread his legs apart by the ankles, and entered the kid roughly. This time, the only cry that came from the kid was, "DADDY!" With sunlight streaming behind him, Stan saw the true beauty of this boy who looked just like a younger version of himself, but it was those green eyes - that striking sexy difference - that sent the man into a frenzy. He thought he was going to break his dick off fucking this kid. "Fuck me, daddy!" Stan loved hearing those words. "Fuck me, daddy!" He was fucking the boy, astounded that the little guy could take such a hard pounding. He's had dudes three times this kid's age tell him to stop, that he was too rough. "Breed me, daddy!" He'd barely wrapped his mind around the fact that he was power fucking a nine-year-old. He hadn't thought about where his cum was going to go. But it only made sense that he should fill the boy. "Give it to me, daddy! I need it!" Those words of encouragement sent Stan over the edge. "I'm going to come in your tight boy pussy!" "Yes, daddy, yes!" And Stan unleashed a torrent of hot cum inside the boy's guts, coating his chute with fresh, daddy jizz. The boy was too young to shoot, but he bucked and heaved with a dry orgasm at the same time. The duo were in an exhausted heap on the bed – a man of 45 with his nine-year-old, similar featured boy, glistening with Stan's sweat in the setting sun behind them. Stan rolled off the boy onto his back, his legs hanging off the bed, weighed down by his pants still around his ankles. The boy leaned over, kissed his cheek, said, "I love you, daddy," giggled, and slid off the bed. A few seconds later, a soft drag of wood against carpet was the only sound in the room besides Stan's heavy breathing. Stan took his time to regain his senses and to replay the last minutes of his life. He can't remember the last time he was so satisfied and savored the feeling. Eventually, he kicked his shoes off and let his pants finally unencumber his legs. He discarded his clothes and made his way into the bathroom. He stepped into the bone dry shower, turned on the water, and relaxed under the hot spray for a short while before he went to dinner. Worth every penny, he thought. Thank you for reading. Feedback is always welcome, of course. Please let me know if you understand what I'm going for with this and should continue in the same vein. I'm also taking suggestions for what to name the resort. I haven't come up with anything I like yet, but maybe a savvy reader will think of something clever. I like puns and plays-on=words.