The Teller Of Tales

Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Thomas,
and I’m just an ordinary guy; not bad looking, but no Mister
America. I’m usually not the sort of lover to kiss and tell,
but being a good judge of character, I can tell you’re a man
who really appreciates the meaning of true passion; passion
so intense you think your cock is going to explode. So for
you I’ll make an exception.

I have to warn you, talking about cock sucking and ass
fucking really makes me horny. I’ve got a nice piece of meat
between my legs, one I think you would enjoy seeing, so I
know you won’t be offended if at some heated moment I take it
out and jack off. Feel free to do the same. In fact, please
do. I’d love to watch you stroke that beautiful cock of
yours. Anyway, now on with my story.

I was traveling on business. I’d been on the road for a
couple of weeks and was feeling quite lonely. He was between
eighteen and twenty, a bellboy at the hotel where I was
staying. He was fucking gorgeous, tall and lean with a baby
face, and hair the color of sunshine. As he carried my
baggage to my room our eyes were all over each other. He
didn’t say much, he didn’t have too. I could sense he was
almost as horny as I was. It was all I could do to keep my
hands off of him. After he sit down my luggage, wanting to
make sure he would remember me, I gave him a very generous
tip.

He seemed to me to be the accommodating sort, one who
took his job seriously. He was the Boy Scout type, very
conscientious, one who would freely place himself at the
beckoned call of the guests. Still, most hotels have strict
rules prohibiting the staff from engaging in any sort of
promiscuous behavior with a guest. I didn’t want to do
anything that might get this sweet, young bellboy into
trouble, but at the same time I was dying to rip off his
cloths and ravage him.

Not wanting to appear obvious, I waited awhile before
calling down to the desk with a request for some fresh
towels. While waiting to see if that big tip was going to
pay off, I ran myself a bath, undressed, and laid back in the
warm, fluid embrace of fragrant bubbles. The anticipation of
the bellboy’s arrival filled me with hopeful fantasy.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the
door. Knowing if he thought the room was unoccupied he would
use his pass key to leave the towels on the foot of the bed,
I choose not to reply.

I heard him enter. Standing just inside the door, he
called out. “Bellboy. Sir, I have your towels.”

From the steamy confines of the small bathroom I
answered him. “Yes. Thank you. Could you please bring them
to me?” I’d left the bathroom door ajar, but even at my
invitation he was at first reluctant to invade my privacy.
“It’s all right,” I said. “Bring them right on in.” I
tingled from head to foot when the door finally swung back on
its hinges.

The second I saw him standing in the doorway my pisshole
began to weep. His slight build and angelic face were
heaven sent, but the feature that impressed me most was the
growing bulge between his long legs.

With a shy demeanor he placed the towels on the back of
the commode. My heart sank as he turned away, prepared to
take his leave. The desires instigated by our mutual
attraction for one another deserved better than this.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

He stopped, and with the most kissable lips I’d ever
seen, his mouth curled to form a seductive smile, he
introduced himself. “My friends call me, Wil,” he replied.
His voice was soft and timid.

“I’m Thomas, Wil. There’s no need for you to rush off.
These long, lonely trips away from home make a man lonesome
for his friends. I don’t want to get you into any trouble,
but I would appreciate having your company, even if it’s only
for a little while.”

Wil nodded. “I think I understand,” he said. “It so
happens I just finished my shift. I suppose I could stay and
talk for awhile.”

He said he understood, but I wondered? Did he really
know how much I longed to caress he smooth, ivory skin? He
didn’t appear to be naive in nature. He had to know I had
ulterior motives for wanting him to stay.

Wil looked away as I slowly stood up and shamelessly
revealed my nakedness. But it didn’t take long for his
coyness to succumb to curiosity. The blue of his eyes were
like hot encompassing fires as they descended to marvel at my
throbbing manhood. Looking into the crystalline portals of
his eyes allowed me to read his innermost thoughts, and they
were thoughts of smoldering male lust.

Taking my time, allowing the handsome bellboy ample time
to visually explore my engorged, seven—and—a—half—inch cock,
I again revered the cut of his pants. The ruttish flexing of
his concealed tool conveyed a very urgent message. The sight
of him made my lips and tongue sizzle with desire. The blood
of my lust, like molten iron, continued to flow through the
shaft of my thick, elongated rod. The fire of passion burnt
hotter and hotter until my entire body ached for the gentle
caress of this young man’s long, slender fingers.

Still mesmerized by his youthful charms, hoping he would
cast aside any foolish modesty and bestow upon me the
magnificence of his body, I offered to share my bath with
him.

My offer seemed to come as no surprise to him. He
blushed slightly, but said nothing. He just started
taking off his cloths. With a joy that was almost gleeful, I
watched as he shed his cloths, a stitch at a time, until he
stood before me completely naked.

Wil’s youthful body was not heavily laden with muscle,
but he possessed a well proportioned physique. His skin was
as soft on the eyes as rose petals to the touch. Except for
a dense patch of manly wool nestling the root of his stiff,
six-inch cock, his firm body glimmered like polished marble.

As Wil came closer his erect wand swayed from thigh to
thigh, back and forth like a pendulum. I could not help but
fall prey to the hypnotic spell cast by his sexual charisma.
It took my breath away when he reached out and began kneading
the hairy curvatures of my fibrous pecs. Thumping furiously,
my heart clamored against the inner wall of my chest. The
rippling cords of abdominal muscle tightened in my belly as
his soft hands slithered down my damp torso. Wil cooed
passionately as he coiled his fingers around the fat, vein
laden shaft of my pulsating cock.

Invigorated with lustful yearning, I ran my fingers
through the bellboy’s locks of neatly groomed, blond hair.
He was the ideal melding of sensuous attributes, and I found
him hopelessly irresistible. I bent down and licked his
tits. The responsive buds of his taut, brown nipples
blossomed beneath the tip of my salivating tongue. The
pungent flavor of his delectable sweat motivated me to
partake of the more striking offering jutting up from his
groin.

Wil puled lasciviously as I knelt down and drew his cock
between my slippery lips. His thighs quaked as I tongued the
joyous tears of acute arousal from the tip of his soggy
foreskin. Gently, I pulled back the supple flesh concealing
the head of his organ and took his naked knob into my mouth.
My tongue was soon seething in the brininess of his plump,
purple fruit.