Room Service, a story by Josh Terrence

bb/mb/oral/anal/mast/rimming/piss

Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Chapter Six -- A Pair of Large Package Installations

When James and I wrapped up in the laundromat, we hiked our pants and I walked him to the edge of the property. I was experiencing tremors in my body and my heart was thumping with romantic energy as I held his hand and strolled along the corridor. My mom had only been gone for 20 minutes so I knew she wouldn't be back anytime soon, and even though it was a little risky, I stopped midstride and engaged my 12 year old top in a sensual kiss. I didn't see anyone around, but I wasn't concerned about it either way. All I could think about was sharing a few more kisses with my conquest, who had given me his virginity and was now holding my hand. When our lips parted, I gave him a shy smile and we continued our romantic stroll toward the edge of the property.

When we made it to the office, James and I took a seat on the bench by the office door and smiled sweetly at each other. I noticed that there was an occupied car parked under the awning and the man who was sitting in it was watching us. I figured he was waiting for the office to open so he could check in, but again, I was too swept up in the aura of romance to care. So in full view of the man who was sitting in the sedan, I moved in for a deep, tongue filled kiss with my lover that I hoped would never end.

When our lips parted, James bid me farewell and rode off on his bike while I watched from my seat. He was standing on his pedals, allowing me to ogle his delicious rear end as it moved from side to side. While I was gazing at it with a dreamy smile, the sound of a car door closing snapped me out of my spell.

"He must be something special," the man said with a warm tone, causing me to look over to him. "Is that your boyfriend?"

I shrugged my answer as I checked him out, taking note of how tall and handsome he was. He was older, probably in his 50's, and he had a salt and pepper head of hair. He was lanky, but still looked strong and a little chiseled. Letting my eyes roam lower, I saw he had a full blown erection in the front of his pants and bit my lower lip. Realizing that he was trying to flirt with me, I smiled and said, "Kinda."

"Only kinda?" he asked with a curious inflection, then he took the spot next to me on the bench. "From the way you two were eating each others' faces I figured you were official."

I shook my head no, setting my gaze squarely on his crotch and licking my lips, then I said, "I'm not really official with anyone."

"Oh no?" he said with an amused smile, then he reached out and ruffled my brown hair. "I reckon a handsome young man like you could have any boy you want. Or any girl, for that matter."

I made a face and shook my head no at the mention of girls, prompting him to wink at me and quip, "Only boys, huh?"

Taking a deep breath, I nodded my head and said, "I'm only into guys."

"Same here, buddy," he said, giving me a wink.

Realizing that I was quickly closing in on my next gay encounter, I moved things along by asking, "Are you waiting on the office to open?"

"Yep, but it looks like they're closed for a spell," he said, motioning with his head to the sign my mom left on the door.

"My mom left to run an errand. If you want, I can call her and let her know you're waiting." I told him, gazing up at him with a smile. Then, setting my gaze back on the massive bulge in his pants, I added, "Or if you'd rather, I can show you around the motel."

"About how long will she be gone for?" he asked, gulping hard as he sized me up.

"I'll send her a text and find out," I said, then I fired off a text to mom to find out how long she would be gone. She responded to let me know she was still in the drive thru line at the bank, so I asked her to stop and get me something to eat on the way back.

With the assurance that she wasn't going to be back anytime soon, I smiled up at my hunky new conquest and made another pass at him. Without hesitating, I turned my phone screen his way to show him that I had grindr and Scruff installed on my phone, then I opened grindr and showed him my profile. I wanted him to know I was a strict bottom, so I opened my gallery to show off the pics of my bare bubble butt and my exposed hole. With my mating signal sent, I waited for him to lock his car, then I led him down the corridor to the laundromat.

When we got there, I set the deadbolt on the door while he sat down on one of the chairs we have for people who want to wait for their clothes. With the door locked, I approached him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He gently caressed my cheek and smiled tenderly, so I puckered my lips and moved in for a kiss. Much to my delight, his tongue entered my mouth and overpowered mine while his hands found their way to my hungry rear end. I could feel his fingertips kneading my buns through my cargo shorts, making me moan into his mouth as our tongues danced and our spit mixed.

In the pouch of my undies, my little boner was straining at its full 1 ¾ inches while it leaked precum that was quickly absorbed by the white cotton fabric that was containing it. Further back, my hungry entrance was juicing and throbbing with horny desire while my head swam with lust. I reached down and fondled his package with my left hand, giving it a firm grip and a tight squeeze to let him know I wanted him to pleasure me with it. He responded to my ministrations by sliding his hand down the back of my pants and slipping a finger into my deep crevice, where he found my entrance.

I felt the flat of his finger rubbing against my moist hole and whimpered into his mouth. I could feel his fingertip brushing against my pucker with constant strokes. Each one was a little more forceful than the last, and I loved how it was making me feel. I responded to this by unzipping his pants and letting my fingers roam the inside of his fly so I could fish his dick out. When I felt the warm skin of his pleasure stick in the palm of my hand, I moaned femininely and pulled it out.

With his dick now in my possessive grip, I was able to gauge its girth and length without having to break our kiss. By now feeling completely out of control with lust, I kissed him with even more hunger while my hand glided along the considerable length of his thick cock. I felt his fingertip pressing against my moist entrance, so I ground my ass back into it to let him know I wanted him to slide it in. When it slipped in, I let out another soft moan to express my happiness while our tongues danced.

Finally, he used his free hand to cup my cheek, then his tongue disengaged with mine and our lips parted. His finger was lodged deep in my hole and his dick was heavy in my grip, and I was so happy to find myself in that position. We shared a quiet smile, then he softly said, "You're definitely into guys, aren't you?"

I nodded in the affirmative, then I said, "I love hooking up."

"How old are you, sweetie?" he asked.

"I just turned thirteen," I said, then I blushed. "But I've been hooking up for a long time."

"Oh yeah?" he said with an approving smile, and I nodded. "You seem to know what you're doing, kid. How long have you been at it?"

"A few years," I told him in a shy tone. "My mom doesn't know."

"She doesn't know about this?" he asked, giving the inside of my rectum a few strokes with his finger and making me moan.

I shook my head no.

"Or she doesn't know about this," he guessed, then he leaned in and kissed me with plenty of tongue.

When our tongues separated again, I shook my head no again and said, "I'm not out to her yet."

"Oh no?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he looked me up and down as if he were appraising me. He gave me a wink and said, "Well, maybe it's just my gaydar that's picking it up."

"Picking what up?" I responded curiously.

"That you're gay," he said with a knowing smile. "My gaydar's been going crazy since I first saw you."

"What's gaydar?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"It's the feeling that some people get that tells them when there's a gay guy in their presence," he explained. "You've been setting off my gaydar since before I saw you making out with your little buddy."

As soon as those words escaped his lips I shivered, then I felt a strong pleasure signal run down both of my legs as my boy pussy flexed around his digit. There was something so deliciously naughty about the idea that I was setting people's gaydar off, and I wondered how many people were able to take one look at me and know.

"Do you think I set off other peoples' gaydar, too?" I asked hopefully while he gave his probing finger a few more strokes.

"I'd say so," he assured me, then he started to twist his finger back and forth. "Would you like that, buddy?"

I nodded my confession, then I leaned in and we shared one more kiss before we moved on. When we broke our lip lock, he urged me to take my pants down and took stock of my little dick. He gushed when he saw it, so I eagerly put on a show for him by pushing my crotch out to compare it with his monster. The size difference was more than three fold, and as we both took in the sight of my tiny rod standing right next to his bonafide python, I moaned passionately and told him, "I want to ride it."

"Oh yeah?" he said, running the flat of his thumb over my tiny boy rod while I nodded my answer. "You think you can take all this?"

"I'm positive," I said, my tone husky as I treated myself to another handful of his cock.

With a lecherous smile, he remarked, "I don't need my gaydar to know what's making you horny for a ride on my dick, do I?"

I shook my head no to let him know he was right, then he pulled his digit from my rear end and sucked it clean while I watched. When he pulled his finger out of his mouth, he smiled and took me by the hips so he could steer me to face away from him. Anxious for anal sex, I placed my hands on the edge of a washing machine and parted my feet so I could bend over for him.

But before I could, he used his fingertips to pry my butt crack open, then his tongue made contact with my moist anus and I quietly moaned. Encouraged by my call of pleasure, he used the opportunity to lick my ass with the surface of his tongue over and over, setting fireworks off in my body. I felt my anus quiver with delight as it reacted to his deep licks, and he once again turned the volume up by devouring my pucker. I could feel his canines gently scraping my folded anus while his tongue dug deeper, then my toes curled and my right leg started to bounce up and down on its own.

As the pleasure started to overwhelm me, I found myself grateful that we were alone in the laundromat. With every carnal wave that washed over me, my moaning got louder and turned more guttural. The ecstasy of his rimming was starting to consume me, and it felt like his tongue was moving up my butt. My toes started to curl tighter and my chest started heaving while my tiny boner burned with sheer pleasure and dripped precum onto the floor beneath me.

Just when I thought I was going to be consumed by the flames of anal ecstasy, he abandoned the rim job and stood up behind me. He grabbed my waist again, only this time he lined his big dick up to my quivering hole and entered me. As soon as his prick pushed through my entrance, it was swallowed whole and he shuddered behind me. I rolled my hips around when I felt his pubic mane smash into my buns, then I straightened my torso so that my ass was jutted out behind me and the small of my back was pulled inward. I looked over my right shoulder with half opened eyes and moaned again, sending him the signal that I was ready for him to thrust.

Taking my signal for what it was, my top tightened his grasp on my hips and began feeding me deep, decadent cock strokes that lit my boy pussy on fire. Each and every thrust he fed me was like another log on the fire, making my body roar with the flames of anal ecstasy while he hissed and cursed behind me. Just 45 seconds into our fuck, I could feel his cock get harder and a torrent of heat radiate from the end. I dug my fingers into the edge of the washing machine and pushed back with my hips to try to meet his forward thrusts, then my head started to spin and the sinful sensations of anal intercourse flooded my senses. I felt my little boner starting to throb and a hot stream of pee erupted from the end. That's when it dawned on me that I was in the grip of a punishing anal orgasm that was only gaining strength as he long dicked me from behind.

As the realization hit me that he'd fucked a fast and chaotic climax out of me, I looked down and saw the growing yellow puddle on the floor. Hot pee soaked my shorts and splashed into my ankles and calves as it poured from the end of my little wiener but I didn't care at all. I was too caught up in the rapture of my impromptu buttfuck to concern myself with that minor detail.

While I was still reeling from the pleasure that had consumed me, he fed me a final flurry of cock strokes that only added to my bliss. I was still awash in the bliss of anal release when he buried his cock up my ass and let loose with a long, masculine growl while his fingertips dug into my hips. With pleasure signals pouring down the back of my legs and coursing up my spine, I felt his dick jerk and throb in my pleasured rear end and knew he was planting his load there. When he pulled out, I knelt in my pee puddle and wrapped my lips around his shaft with a dreamy smile, gazing up at him through enchanted eyes while he petted my head and caught his breath.

At 1pm in the afternoon, sunlight was beating down on the concrete beneath me, but I wasn't concerned with that at all. In fact, I was happy that the heat was rising all around me as I smiled up at Mr. Evans around a mouthful of pee and swallowed. As his warm elixir was flowing down my throat, his forceful yellow stream was hitting me in the chest and spraying my appreciative face.

My naked body was glistening with his delightful offering as it spouted from the end of his sword, causing my little boner to burn with pleasure while pee coursed down it's minuscule length. My sphincter was working overtime, trying to contain the naughty concoction of cum and pee that had been deposited there by my hot top. To my left, my clean, dry clothes were sitting in a pile, seemingly out of the line of fire as I luxuriated in a golden shower. I'd changed into them after my hookup in the laundromat in an effort to avoid being caught by my mother after I'd had the piss fucked out of me.

Just 15 minutes earlier, I'd approached Mr. Evan's with a burger and some fries that my mom had brought with her when she made it back from her bank run. She'd taken advantage of a special at the fast food joint she went to, and as a result there were two burgers in the bag for me. I picked the onion, pickles and tomato off of one of the burgers and ate half of it, then I presented the remaining burger and fries to my beau. It had been a slow afternoon and we both knew he wasn't missing anything by abandoning his corner to come visit with me. So as soon as I offered him food and some ass, he agreed to meet me back at the dumpster.

As soon as he arrived I got undressed and we sat side by side while he ate his food. Instead of pestering him, I dutifully watched him down his burger and fries while I rubbed his inner thigh with my palm. He scarfed the food down, then washed it back with a 40 ounce he brought with him. When his food was eaten, he undressed and I pounced by playing with his big dick. When it was rock hard, I moved to his backside and nuzzled my cheek against his toned, smelly buns with a moan.

Unable to resist the urge, I parted his butt cheeks and took a long, pleasureful whiff of his brown eye. The stink that was pouring out of his crevice was powerful, born of two days with no shower, as well as little to no attention paid to wiping. My little body shivered as I drew in the intoxicating aroma, then I used my tongue to lick up and down his crack so I could enjoy the flavors that I knew resided there. After taking several passes along his delightfully stinky hole, I latched on with my mouth and ate it deeply while he hissed with pleasure.

"Damn buddy, you're eating the hell out of my ass, aren't you?" he noted, and I let out a depraved moan as I nodded my head. He treated me to grinding his ass into my grinning face, then he let out a loud, hot fart and said, "How's that?"

"So good," I called out, then I resumed the rim job we were both enjoying so much.

When I finally abandoned the rim job, he knelt in front of me and we shared a hungry kiss while he eased me onto my back. The concrete was a little warm, but I was in such a frantic state for Mr. Evans to fuck me that I hardly cared. Before I knew it, I was on my back with my legs pushed back and my boy pussy exposed. Mr. Evans broke our kiss and I watched with tortured eyes as he pressed his one eyed monster up to my needy entrance. I picked my head and torso up from the ground so I could watch it slip in, and as soon as the bulbous head pushed through my anal ring, I sighed and let my shoulder blades come to rest on the ground.

A split second later, his entire dick filled my hungry rectum and I sighed with relief.

I reached up and grabbed the soles of my shoes so I could hold my legs in place for my lover, then I felt his grip around my ankles and relaxed. As soon as I felt his large hands engulf both of my ankles, his fingertips pressed into my shin bones and he started to thrust.

As always, riding Mr. Evans' dick felt like I was riding a chariot to paradise. His cock strokes were effortlessly powerful, and they had their intended effect right away. Because almost as soon as I'd received the first full thrust, my little body caught fire and hot pee shot from the end of my tiny boner. As my yellow fountain arched up, it hit me on the chin and splashed against my lips. Unable to contain my desire, I opened wide and caught as much pee as I could in my toilet mouth until my flow wained and my bladder emptied.

Five glorious minutes after he began my rear end service, Mr. Evans buried his rod up my ass and shot his load. I was grinning from ear to ear as he bred me, then I watched as a smile spread out across his face and knew he'd reached nirvana.

"Does it feel good?" I asked him with a hopeful smile. When he nodded, I said, "If you need the toilet, you can use me."

He gave me a wink, then said, "I feel like pissing in your ass. Would you like that?"

I nodded my answer, then watched as he let out a long, relaxing breath and treated me to a yellow enema. As my rear end filled up with his warm pee, I could feel it moving into my colon and loved the sensation. Suddenly he stopped and said, "I'll take it out and finish in your mouth."

"Okay!" I said excitedly, then I waited for him to withdraw his dick. As soon as it came out, I intentionally held onto his yellow load and sat up on my knees while he stood over me. I opened wide and he aimed his dick at my pee basin, then filled it up for me while I reveled in my naughty disposition. When my mouth was full, I sealed my lips and swallowed while he drenched me from head to toe, then he finished on my chest. He treated me to three strong parting shots that landed on my outstretched tongue, then shook off on my tongue while I gave him my horniest, dirtiest grin.

Finally, he helped me to my feet and we got dressed while his warm gift made my stomach cramp. As soon as my shorts were pulled up, I turned to face away from him and spread my feet. I looked over my shoulder, then down at my plump ass. When I knew I had his attention, I bore down and forced my yellow enema out.

All at once, the seat of my cargo shorts were saturated with hot pee that was shooting from my ass, then my shoes filled up with pee and my laces were soaked. I pushed again, and with the unmistakeable squelch of gastric release, the entire contents of my full rectum were released into the seat of my white briefs and cargo shorts. I watched over my shoulder as he took stock of me giving in to my naughty urges, forcing pee and stool into the seat of my shorts with a shameless moan.

When there was nothing left to expel but hot, gassy farts, I reached back and patted the seat of my shorts, surveying the brown pile and running my hand over the hot, soft bulge with a moan. My virile top leaned against the dumpster and watched with an incredulous smile as I gave my hips a sensual stir.

"You feel better now?" he asked me, and I nodded as I gave the pile a naughty squeeze. Giving me a wink, he said, "Come see me in a couple hours. I might need the toilet again."

"Thanks Mr. Evans," I cooed, then I watched as my lover beat a hasty exit while hot pee dripped from my shorts and seeped out of my sneakers and a hot pile of boy poop steamed in the seat of my undies.

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