Room Service

(I wrote this sexploit on another forum, but figured, I may as well post it here, even though from many years ago.

I wasn't expecting to be able to add a photo....but is seems I CAN now add them again. So if that's the case...best I get writing again. NB, the picture added here isn't from the sexploit written about. It's another hook up from a few years ago, not written about)

Years ago, I was staying at a Hilton, airport hotel nr London, prior to a flight the next day. I looked more like a surfer dude in those days (I must have been about 30, give or take a year).

I was waiting in the queue to check in, for ages. Not a long queue, but there seemed to be an issue with a member of staff who didn't really know what he was doing, and a particularly awkward guest who was checking in (to be fair, he was being a total arse).

The front desk manager was called from a back office somewhere, who sorted the problem then stayed on to help clear the backlog of people waiting. He called me forward and apologised for the wait etc. I am always sympathetic of hotel staff who are trying their best, so I assured him I was ok, said nice things about the staff and quietly rolled my eyes in reference to the arsehole guest, which made him chuckle.

The manager was probably mid 30’s, slim build, shorter than me (5ft 9 ish?), thick, dark brown, neatly cut hair with a side parting and very easy on the eye. He joked with me, made conversation etc…during which I explained I had an early flight the next day, so would probably relax in my room and sleep early. There was nothing leading’ in the conversation, just ‘hotel small talk’.

He handed me my key with a lovely smile, asked if I needed help with my bags (I didnt) and I went on my way.

I got to my room, unpacked the few bits I needed for the night (washbag etc), stripped off (I’m NEVER dressed in a hotel room), put on the TV, made myself a cup of tea and lounged on the bed.

It was probably 45 mins after I arrived in my room. There was a knock at the door. I leapt off the bed, and looked through the spy hole. It was the manager.

Being naked, I opened the door, but stood behind it so my naked body wasn’t visible. I’m NOT shy in the slightest, but I am very aware of other peoples sensitivities.

He was holding a room service tray which, on which was some covered food and a couple of cans of beer. He said he wanted to apologise for the delay in checking in and thought I might be hungry, so bought me something to eat, on the house.

I was a bit taken aback and bumbled my way through some words of appreciation, initially. I thanked him, but wasn’t quite sure what to do, being naked.

I eventually opened the door wide enough for him to enter, but kept myself covered by the door. As he passed me, I closed the door and quickly went into the bathroom to grab a towel, as the bathroom was right there.

To be honest, i did consider not bothering with the towel, as I can be a bit of an exhibitionist and he did catch me off guard, so letting him see me naked would have been perfectly legitimate!!

But anyway, I exited the bathroom wrapping a bath towel around my waist. As he was placing the tray on a table by the window, he looked across at me. He said, “I’ve taken the liberty of choosing something for you, but Im happy to get something else from the menu, if you prefer?” (this was in the days before most people had any form of dietary requirement)

I was aware that he ‘checked me out’ as he spoke but I still didn’t get the feeling there was anything in it. Even the straightest of men will check out other men, eh!!

It was all so unexpected I said that it would be fine, he was very kind, etc etc etc.

He then commented on how understanding and nice natured I’d been at the front desk (…or something) but seemed to be hanging back. It suddenly occurred to me he may be waiting for a tip.

I said ( along the lines of), ‘oh sorry. Being naked I’ve no tip handy…’.

I was then about to go to search my bag for my wallet when he replied that he didn’t expect anything and was sorry if he’d made me feel uncomfortable by catching me off guard.

I replied that I was always naked in my room but was more concerned about making HIM feel uncomfortable.He said (pretty much word for word) "Sir, towel or no towel, I can assure you I’d have been perfectly at ease with you’.

I actually started to feel a stirring under the towel at the thought, but I STILL wasn’t quite sure if he was being the consummate professional, or what.He asked if he could get anything else. In short, I said ‘no’ so he left me to ‘enjoy my meal’.

It all happened very quickly and unexpectedly. I removed the towel and checked out the meal, which I enjoyed.

Must have been an hour or so later, the meal had been demolished and I was laying back on the bed, watching TV ( no smartphones or laptops then), supping the 2nd beer, when there was another knock at the door. It was the manager again. I opened the door and he asked if the meal was ok. I explained it was very much enjoyed, so he asked if the tray needed taking away. I said that it WAS finished with, I just hadn’t put it outside the room yet.He said he’d take it.

This time I didn’t bother with the towel, but it wasn’t just a case of being ‘relaxed’ about it. I had been analyzing his actions/words, trying to figure out if he was coming on to me in an extremely subtle way, or just being nice. It certainly wasn’t normal for the manager to bring a free meal, just for being a bit patient and good humoured. He was also cute so I’d get off on the fact that he would see me naked, so I fully opened the door to let him in.

He crossed the room to the table. I had already tidied the tray to be taken away, so there wasn’t anything for him to do, except pick it up. However, he continued to shuffled a couple of bits around.

He looked sideways at me and glanced down at my cock. It was the first time I felt his professional approach, slip. I was just standing in the middle of the room, ready for whatever came next…which might just be to open the door for him to leave with the tray!

There was absolutely NO reason why he wouldnt just do that if he had only returned to clear the tray away. However., having seen me, see him checking out my cock, he flashed an awkward smile and after a pause, said something about me feeling comfortable enough to not use a towel this time.

Now I felt fairly certain, he was game.

I shrugged and reminded him that he had previous said he would have been comfortable if Id been without the towel, so didn't feel it necessary.

He stood up ( i.e. stopped faffing about with the contents of the tray) and said that I looked good without clothes on and rhetorically asked, '…why wouldn't I …appreciate… seeing you naked¿"

He gulped. Obviously aware he was VERY much stepping over a professional line.

Now I was feeling far more at ease, I commented that hotel staff must often see all sorts of things, far ‘worse’ than a naked man.

He replied that it wasn't uncommon for staff to see naked guests, but in his experience, not usually anyone he’d WANT to see naked.

Well, that was it. Already mildly aroused by the fact that I was in this situation, my cock decided enough was enough, and sprang in to action.

As it quickly became obvious I was aroused, I did apologise ( there was still that 1% of me which wasn't sure if I was misreading the situation)…and did that thing where I coyly held my rising cock down…as IF that was actually going to anything!

He said '“It’s ok. That's certainly not something I see every day. Wish I did”

So…we were off. I invited him to take a closer look. He did.

He moved in, cupped my balls and then ran his hand up my, now fully erect, shaft.

I leant forward and felt his groin. His penis, while not visible in his suit, was obviously, also erect.

I was near the end of.the bed, so I turned 45 degrees, sat on the end, and leaned back on my elbows, with my legs apart. He squatted down between my legs and quickly engulfed my knob. It felt awesome. I’d been feeling quite horny since his first room call, mulling over potential scenarios and the fact that it felt like a missed opportunity.

Now, it was actually happening.

I watched as he licked and sucked on my bell end, but when he shifted position and deep throated me completely, i let out a loud, pleasurable sigh…and lay flat on the bed, enjoying the sensation of his oral skills.

I was enjoying i so much so, that when I eventually sat up, feeling obliged to return the favour, he resisted my feeble attempts to move him, so I could take my turn playing with him, so I lay flat again, enjoyed the warm, soft sensation of his mouth and throat.

Im not one for laying back and doing nothing, as a rule, in fact I prefer to give pleasure, but I went with it this time.

When he paused the oral enjoyment, he took to stroking me instead, so I lifted my head to see that his other hand was obviously busy releasing own throbbing member from his suit. I sat up to have a look…but he was making no room for my movement. I ran my hand through his hair, but without making any proper effort to shift our positions around, there’s not much else I could do. It was clear he was very happy with the status quo. Being on his knees, playing with my cock and (now) wanking himself off.

I couldn't see much because his member was poking through the open fly ( top trouser button also undone) But between his shirt and jacket flapping about, it was quite hidden.

The situation turned me on even more though. Semi subconsciously, i figured that he probably didn't have a lot of time as he'd be missed at work, so I felt ok at letting things happen at his pace and as he wanted. Its not like it was going to turn in to a 2 hour fuck session.

He returned to the sucking/stroking combination, of my dick, while he rubbed away at his own. I did get the feeling he was working to make me cum asap…so went along with it.

I opened my legs a bit more…forcing them wider apart than they would normally be when relaxed, which also have him better wanking room. I placed my right hand on his head and started to make small thrusts into his mouth, in time with his action.This obviously gave him the impression I was getting closer to shooting my load. At that point, I DIDNT feel especially ‘close’ but in removing his face from my groin and giving me a burst of wrist action, my balls did suddenly tighten up and my legs started involuntary twitching. Without warning. I WAS seconds away from pumping my jizz.

A desperate ‘oh fuck’ gave him the final clue he needed, but as he was bending his head forward to engulf my shaft once more, I threw my head back, letting out a stifled gasp, as the first shot headed onto his face. My eyes closed as I felt the warmth of his mouth around my knob once again…cum firing repeatedly into it. I was lost in the bliss of an orgasm until the sensation subsided and my body relaxed. He knew the signal, I was done…but he wasn't.

Taking a final lick of my cum gun, he stood up, between my legs, held up his shirt and jacket as his trouser gave in to gravity, falling to his ankles.

His man meat was now at my eyeline as he wanked himself off in front of me. His jockies pushed under his balls. It was probably pa bit longer than average, normal thickness and very straight, with a fair amount foreskin. I lifted my arm.to caress his hairy nuts, as he furiously worked to bring his own climax in no time at all, be looked down at me and silently squirted a massive amount of watery jizz over my body. To this day, its one of the biggest loads I've witnessed in person. 7 or 8 long shots flowed by 4 or 5 smaller, but still significant squirts over me. My entire torso was ‘wet’…the final drops dripping on to my resting cock.

Awesome.

All done, he sat next to me for a moment, before asking if I needed a towel. Realising this all started with a discussion over my towel, we made light hearted banter about it, but ultimately, i said I was happy to leave his cum on me to dry…I like that.

He sorted himself out, and eventually took the tray he came for.

I didn't see him again, but as I got in to bed a couple of hours later, I imagined him letting himself in to.my room as I slept, and fucking me.

It didn't happen…but I still think of it sometimes.