Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 06:55:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay/Encounters    "BNB VACATION ROOMS FOR RENT" Ch 2

BNB VACATION ROOMS FOR RENT			By Mike Austin
						nasstop@yahoo.com

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II.

As I was saying, Chris Timmons is a retired US Navy engine guru. He's 38,
reddish blonde fur on his arms and chest, sports a beard but shaved it off
after the first day at work due to the Summer heat. While Chris isn't a big
guy at 5'10", he is burly and muscled, quiet and stays to himself we
learned. He had 19+ years of Navy life that somehow got parlayed into an
even 20 years for retirement. While he didn't show much crotch, the day I
caught him exiting the shower at the guest house, proved he was a grower
not a shower. He smiled, nodded shyly then wrapped the towel about his
torso and disappeared into his room, but not until I got a clear shot of
that large head, thick cock and low hangers, freshly warmed by the shower
water. When we'd meet after that encounter, I was fixated on seeing his
crotch, in jeans, work pants, overalls or even a square cut
swimsuit. Martin and I had agreed to an open arrangement, and Chris was
certainly prime pickens in my book!!! He worked long hours on motor boats,
ski boats, sail boats, bass boats, etc and even the golf carts/atvs in use
at the marina and clubhouse. He's a real Mr. Fixit.

Chris had rented the right rear upstairs bedroom room on April 4th and
started at the marina on April 6th. I made it clear that the full guest
house was rented by the Charles family, effective May 2nd-31st and he'd
have to vacate by then, but if he wasn't able to find another apt or room
by May 1, we might rent him one bedroom in high house for a short time. He
agreed and paid his deposit and three weeks rental in advance. After seeing
him exiting the shower, I was ready to trade rent for that dick, and refund
his money, I must admit. The prior Summer there'd been two college guys
rent two of the rooms in the guest house and they figured out pronto how to
get a discount on their rooms. Again, another story.

Martin and I had calculated that worker rental rates were safer investments
and better sources of cash flow vs the BnB vacation rentals, since the
workers were around potentially for 12 months vs a vacationer's week or 30
days. We had the added advantage of the workers also being our employees,
as we owned and operated Lake Thompson Clubhouse and Marina; if I hadn't
mentioned that already.

Let me digress though to that first time experience when I was 16 and
cleaning around the hot tub where I found a fairly well soused clubhouse
guest. He was about 40, had black hair and blue eyes and his wife was a
blonde trophy wife sort. She was getting a mani-pedi while he got sauced at
the hot tub. Soccer was my sport and I was fit and a high school sophomore
with raging hormones that were ever--ready like the Bunny. I was in cargo
shorts and a staffer T-shirt and he handed a $10 my way to just give him
another 10 minutes of undisturbed peace and quiet in the hot tub. I thanked
him, offered to get him a refill on the house which he readily
accepted. After getting his order placed at the bar and hurrying back with
it, I was awarded another $10 and figured I could keep this up all
afternoon. I cleaned the hot tub surround and tables, and kept catching him
staring at me. I timed him finishing the drink and had another at the
ready, which garnered me another $10 and more intense stares. I asked if he
minded me kicking back a few as it had been a long day and as I sat on a
bench, spread my legs wide to give him a crotch view. Oh and I just
happened to need to scratch my chest by raising my t-shirt, giving him a
clear view of abs, pecs and nips. His stare was punctuated by a full-on
licking of his lips. I knew I had him. I'd read all about this action in a
magazine I'd found that a guest had left and had perfected my mental
routine, though this was the first time I'd ever put it into play. As I
mentioned at 16, my hormones raged 24x7 it seemed. As I stood up from the
bench, my hardon stretched the fly of my cargo shorts with a pronounced
bulge. It didn't go unnoticed by the hot tub guest. He wrestled for his
wallet again and this time looking straight in my eyes, withdrew a $50 and
told me it was mine "if I knew a place we could go." Of course my play
action included various concealed spots on the property if the time ever
presented itself, for use. I nodded, offered back, "yes sir just follow me"
and walked away to the back side of the bar to the locked storage room,
where I knew the a/c would be running and lights on. I unlocked the room,
stepped in and left the door ajar and in just a few minutes, the sunlight
poured in through the doorway opening, then darkened as he closed the door
behind him. I'd leaned back against an old fashioned chest-type cooler and
with my height, the edge of the cooler was just at the height of my butt. I
tilted my hips forward just a tad and the man groped my crotch, my dick
throbbed firm against his hand and I nodded approvingly. In no time, he had
my dick out, squatted before me and swallowed my dick to the base. He
worked my shorts and tighty-whiteys down and mouthed my dick then sucked my
balls like a vacuum. I was so close, but knew from the magazine that I
needed to hold off as long as I could.  He came off me a few times,
mouthing me "yeah that's it you little stud", then added "gimme more of
that hard teen dick" and followed "oh fuck you're huge for a kid" and then
dove down on me one final time. I couldn't hold off, grabbed his head and
pumped his mouth a couple of times before unloading down his greedy
throat!!! He slurped me clean before standing up and handed over the $50. I
thanked him as I tugged up my undies and shorts and he asked about a repeat
later that night someplace. I assured him I was available and where we
could meet, but asked about his wife? He assured me she'd be passed out
after dinner or by 10 p.m. if that wasn't too late. We agreed to meet back
at the hot tub and I'd take him to a better place than the store
room. About 10:15, Don, I learned his name, showed at the hot tub. He
followed me to the golf pro's changing room. Since the pro shop closed
hours ago, we were alone. The changing room had a pair of upholstered
benches that sat in an ante room off the shower. I stripped and teased Don
for about an hour, stroking my dick in his face as I made him remain seated
on one of the benches. I had him strip and begin jacking himself but
wouldn't let him cum. He beat his fairly big dick frantically with ongoing
moans and encouragements like "that's it, you know what to do, show it off,
show it all off" as he beat his dick faster and faster. I was afraid he'd
cum, so slowed him down, bent over, grabbed my ankles and flexed my glutes
at him which had just the opposite effect I'd hope for as he almost blew
his wad. I quickly regrouped and changed my approach. I faced him from the
opposite bench and long stroked my ample 7" dick and tugged my low hangers
with the other hand. He went beserk and made a bee line to my crotch,
sucked my dick in and locked his mouth on my shaft until I fired repeated
power shots of cum. I was so turned on by the scene I didn't think I'd ever
stop shooting. Don gobbled every last drop I gave up though. As before, he
cleaned my dick and balls and after lapping them dry, handed a $50 and
wanted a repeat the next day. I thanked my lucky stars for that left over
magazine. I went home, wondering where we'd meet and he could blow me next?
As luck had it, it was my day off. I'd made $120 by just being "nice". I
liked those tips. I found Don and his wife at the breakfast buffet. She was
already downing champagne cocktails at 8:30. I figured she'd fade pretty
fast. I went to the front desk, checked the spa schedule, then wrote up a
comp spa treatment and went directly to their table. Don's eyes bulged in
fear as I approached, until I withdrew the comp spa treatment and handed it
to "this pretty blonde guest and thanked her for coming to the clubhouse
and marina"; then turned and headed out the side doors just in sight of
Don. He was beaming and hugging his wife, encouraging her to get to her
appointment, which happened to be in just 20 minutes.  She gathered her bag
and found her way to the spa and knew she'd be busy for an hour. Don met me
outside the buffet dining room and made our way to an empty single room. I
had to be careful not to have any housekeeper see me bring a guest into a
known empty room, but knowing the schedule of one wing and the housekeeper
for it, I felt pretty satisfied I could pull it off. I did and in no time
we were both stripped, Don was jacking his cock, I got him on all fours and
face fucked him slowly at first. He liked it when I dick smacked his face
and held my balls up for him to suck as I thumped my hardon on top of his
head. I figured we had about 20-30 minutes of play time before the
housekeeper would surface on that hallway or his wife would head back to
their room and find him AWOL. I cocked my right leg up on a chair, my balls
swung low with Don on all fours feeding on my dick, then licking my balls,
then back to dick munching and sucking. He moved fast to begin sucking my
toes, before I held his face and face fucked him firmly. He had this
incredible suction-mouth and after the full bore workout he gave me, I was
blowing my nut down his throat and he gulped every last drop. I never asked
for or allowed him to cum. We dressed, I scoped out the hallway for
housekeeping and finding no one, we made a fast exit to the elevator which
he took, as I took the stairs. They checked out later that day and I saw
them as the bellboy was helping load their luggage. Don caught my quick
wave and I got a broad wave back before he climbed in their fancy SUV and
left the property. I still have that old porn magazine, and remember.....