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Tales from Gledhill House
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Chapter Fourteen continued
Having gained the attention of his listeners, John continued with his tale:
‘Drayton’s office building was one of those steel and glass edifices, the atrium was large enough to stage a pop concert and the security guard looked smart enough to have just stepped down from a military parade. I explained the purpose of my visit and I was duly signed in and handed a visitor badge to wear. I was directed to the ninth floor where Mr Hallowtree’s personal assistant would be waiting for me. The elevator was one of those that ran up the outside of the building and I was assailed by fine views of the downtown area as I sped up to my destination.
As promised I was greeted by the PA who was about my own age and appeared as though he was a model for a Saville Row tailor. Immaculate was an understatement. He led me to a pair of double doors and after tapping on them lightly with his knuckle he opened them and ushered me inside. The office was on a grand scale with large picture windows overlooking a river view. The large desk and seating exuded wealth and the figure I could only assume was Drayton Hallowtree surpassed his PA’s degree of grooming by miles. He was also somewhat older with a distinguished graying of his hair. He stood and held out a welcoming hand. His palm was dry, his handshake firm without being overly so and he directed me to one of the club style chairs in front of his impressive desk.
He dismissed the PA with a nod and began to ply me with questions about my education, career to date and my interests outside work; all routine stuff that could be expected at an interview. Every now and then he would make a note on a yellow legal pad. He considered each of my answers with great care and frequently asked me to elaborate upon a point. As an interviewer, he was well practiced and there were times when I felt that I was under interrogation and that if I was not forthcoming with my answers I would be subjected to torture; he was that thorough.
I began to feel a little intimidated, after all, I had not applied for a position, it was he who had contacted me and I still had no idea what it was that that may be on offer job-wise. He must have sensed my growing concerns and started to tell me about the executive director’s position with a large conglomerate for which he considered me adequately qualified.
‘Do you feel you would like me to put your name forward as a candidate for the post?’ he asked. I thought that there was nothing to lose and maybe everything to gain if he was to do so and in any event the final decision would rest with the chairman of the corporation concerned. So, I said ‘Yes, please.’
At that point, his attitude seemed to become less officious and relaxed. He invited me to join him on a long black leather sofa that was placed to take advantage of the stunning view over the river. Without me being aware that he had summoned his PA, the young man re-entered the room with a tray of coffee that he placed on the low table in front of the sofa, before quietly leaving the room.
‘Would you care for a coffee or maybe something stronger?’ Drayton asked pointing to a drinks cabinet. I said that coffee would be fine and he poured us each a cup. Over our coffee he chatted about this and that, commenting on the activity we could see on the river and then announced that he had booked a table for us to have lunch in a nearby high class restaurant. Throughout the meal I had the feeling that he was watching me, checking out my table etiquette and appearance. It was after the desert that he casually mentioned that he was gay and asked if I found that offensive. I hesitated before replying as this seemed yet another test. Until now he had not registered on my gaydar although I did notice that he had none of the wife and kids photos in his office that so many executives like to have on show. The artwork on his office walls was in no way erotic and the two valuable looking bronzes on the credenza were of rider-less horses.
I replied honestly saying that yes I was gay and that I had come out to family, friends and colleagues two years ago. It was with a measure of relief that I saw that he accepted my reply without any adverse reaction. ‘If you are not in a hurry to go elsewhere, I would like you to come back to the office where my PA will take down some of your personal details for the file I will pass to the chairman the corporation that we trust will offer you employment.
We took the elevator up to the ninth floor once more and Drayton ushered me into a smaller office alongside his own where the PA was seated before a computer monitor. ‘I’ll leave you two alone,’ he said and left the room. ‘Hi, my name is Connor, I know you are John of course. Take a seat and I’ll just complete our computer file.’ I found that he had already uploaded the notes that Drayton had made and he asked me for basic things like my full name, address, date of birth and so on. It was then that he turned to me and said, ‘I find that Drayton did not ask you any questions about your health or medical record. Before we can put forward a recommendation for your employment by our client it is necessary to ensure that you have no conditions that may affect your acceptance into their executive pension and medical insurance schemes.’
He then proceeded to question me about my medical history and that of my immediate family. Then came something of a bombshell, ‘I am a qualified medical practitioner as the certificate displayed here confirms,’ he said pointing to a frame certificate on the wall behind his desk that hitherto I had not paid any attention. ‘Unless you have any objections perhaps you will accompany me to the staff medical room where I can conduct a brief medical examination.’ This struck me as a little weird, how come a doctor should be employed in such a way? Then I thought, I have no problems health wise and what harm can it do to go along with the exam,, so I followed Connor to the medical room where he took off his jacket and put on a white coat and picked up a stethoscope.
‘Perhaps you could remove your jacket and roll up your shirt sleeve so that I can check your blood pressure,’ he said. I obliged and he then suggested I remove my shirt so that he could listen to my heart and lungs. He thoughtfully breathed on the business end of the stethoscope so that it should not feel cold upon my chest. After listening to my heart and lungs from a variety of points on my chest he applied the stethoscope to my back. ‘That is fine,’ he declared as he made some notes on his pad. ‘Perhaps you will drop your trousers so that I can be sure that you do not suffer from a hernia or any genital deformities or infections.’ The exam had gone like any other I had undergone thus far, so I thought what the hell and complied. My problem was the fact that this guy was such a hot number, I was becoming aroused as he touched my body and to my shame my cock stuck out like a flag pole on a store front on the fourth of July; all it lacked was a star spangled banner.
‘That is a fine specimen, if I may say so,’ Connor said as he felt around my groin, an action that only increased the size of my erection. He looked into my eyes and smiled as he took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of jerks. He then bent over and licked the bell end before taking it into his mouth and giving me one hell of a blow job. I crossed my mind that I should make the most of this unusual situation and so reached out to grab his cock and balls. Rather than reject my move he made the contact easier and pulled down the zipper on his fly so that I could reach inside to pull out his semi-hard cock. I was virtually stripped naked as my pants and underwear were down around my ankles, I kicked off my shoes and released the last of my clothing and then grabbed the belt on Conner’s pants. I pulled his pants down and eased his briefs over his erection. I grabbed his tie and pulled his face up to mine to kiss him. Our tongues writhed together as I pulled the buttons of his shirt open to expose his lightly furred chest. We tumbled together to the examination table where we lay head to toe and were able to suck each other’s cocks. After a while, Connor released my throbbing cock from his mouth and said, ‘Time for an internal examination, I need to be sure that you have no problems with your prostate.’ He got me to lie on my left side on the examination table as he pulled on a latex glove. He put a glob of lubricate on a finger and plunged it into my butt. The lube was cold and it gave me quite a strange but delightful feeling as his gloved finger wandered over my G spot.
‘Everything seems just fine here too,’ he said and I then felt another finger joining the first working my hole beyond what could be regarded as a routine examination. ‘One further test,’ he said and before I could ask what that might be I felt his cock slide into my butt hole. Now his cock was not that long but it was thick and it took several thrusts for me to relax and accommodate it. He knew how to fuck; he was a considerate top ensuring that I was both comfortable and gaining maximum pleasure. He managed to manoeuvre me around so that I was on my back and he was standing at the foot of the examination table as he continued to fuck me. He got my legs up over his shoulders and I could watch his face as he pleasured me. He then drew his cock from my ass and discarded the condom he had thoughtfully used and he held both mine and his cock in his hand as he jerked us to a simultaneous climax. The cum splashed over my abs and he bent over to lick me clean before declaring that the medical examination was complete and that I had passed with flying colors.
As I got dressed he made some further notes on his pad and said that he would pass his report to Drayton who would be in touch with me regarding the next step in the appointment process within the next few days.
A week passed and I had heard nothing so I rang Drayton’s office. I was told that Mr Hallowtree was unavailable as he was out of the country but that a package had been dispatched to me and I should receive it in a day or so. Sure enough the package did arrive and in it were a DVD disc and a note. The note said that unfortunately the post had been filled and that my record would be kept on file in case another suitable opportunity arose. The DVD was a record of the interview process for my information. I put the disc into my computer and saw not only my session with Drayton but also Drayton slowly masturbating as he watched Conner and me performing on the screen of his laptop. To this day I cannot be sure whether the whole thing had been a set up as I never heard anything more from Drayton and was too embarrassed to ask. I put the DVD in the shredder and put the affair down to experience. I often look back on it and laugh; Connor was a very handsome guy and a good fuck, so maybe I was not so hard done by after all.
Having gained the attention of his listeners, John continued with his tale:
‘Drayton’s office building was one of those steel and glass edifices, the atrium was large enough to stage a pop concert and the security guard looked smart enough to have just stepped down from a military parade. I explained the purpose of my visit and I was duly signed in and handed a visitor badge to wear. I was directed to the ninth floor where Mr Hallowtree’s personal assistant would be waiting for me. The elevator was one of those that ran up the outside of the building and I was assailed by fine views of the downtown area as I sped up to my destination.
As promised I was greeted by the PA who was about my own age and appeared as though he was a model for a Saville Row tailor. Immaculate was an understatement. He led me to a pair of double doors and after tapping on them lightly with his knuckle he opened them and ushered me inside. The office was on a grand scale with large picture windows overlooking a river view. The large desk and seating exuded wealth and the figure I could only assume was Drayton Hallowtree surpassed his PA’s degree of grooming by miles. He was also somewhat older with a distinguished graying of his hair. He stood and held out a welcoming hand. His palm was dry, his handshake firm without being overly so and he directed me to one of the club style chairs in front of his impressive desk.
He dismissed the PA with a nod and began to ply me with questions about my education, career to date and my interests outside work; all routine stuff that could be expected at an interview. Every now and then he would make a note on a yellow legal pad. He considered each of my answers with great care and frequently asked me to elaborate upon a point. As an interviewer, he was well practiced and there were times when I felt that I was under interrogation and that if I was not forthcoming with my answers I would be subjected to torture; he was that thorough.
I began to feel a little intimidated, after all, I had not applied for a position, it was he who had contacted me and I still had no idea what it was that that may be on offer job-wise. He must have sensed my growing concerns and started to tell me about the executive director’s position with a large conglomerate for which he considered me adequately qualified.
‘Do you feel you would like me to put your name forward as a candidate for the post?’ he asked. I thought that there was nothing to lose and maybe everything to gain if he was to do so and in any event the final decision would rest with the chairman of the corporation concerned. So, I said ‘Yes, please.’
At that point, his attitude seemed to become less officious and relaxed. He invited me to join him on a long black leather sofa that was placed to take advantage of the stunning view over the river. Without me being aware that he had summoned his PA, the young man re-entered the room with a tray of coffee that he placed on the low table in front of the sofa, before quietly leaving the room.
‘Would you care for a coffee or maybe something stronger?’ Drayton asked pointing to a drinks cabinet. I said that coffee would be fine and he poured us each a cup. Over our coffee he chatted about this and that, commenting on the activity we could see on the river and then announced that he had booked a table for us to have lunch in a nearby high class restaurant. Throughout the meal I had the feeling that he was watching me, checking out my table etiquette and appearance. It was after the desert that he casually mentioned that he was gay and asked if I found that offensive. I hesitated before replying as this seemed yet another test. Until now he had not registered on my gaydar although I did notice that he had none of the wife and kids photos in his office that so many executives like to have on show. The artwork on his office walls was in no way erotic and the two valuable looking bronzes on the credenza were of rider-less horses.
I replied honestly saying that yes I was gay and that I had come out to family, friends and colleagues two years ago. It was with a measure of relief that I saw that he accepted my reply without any adverse reaction. ‘If you are not in a hurry to go elsewhere, I would like you to come back to the office where my PA will take down some of your personal details for the file I will pass to the chairman the corporation that we trust will offer you employment.
We took the elevator up to the ninth floor once more and Drayton ushered me into a smaller office alongside his own where the PA was seated before a computer monitor. ‘I’ll leave you two alone,’ he said and left the room. ‘Hi, my name is Connor, I know you are John of course. Take a seat and I’ll just complete our computer file.’ I found that he had already uploaded the notes that Drayton had made and he asked me for basic things like my full name, address, date of birth and so on. It was then that he turned to me and said, ‘I find that Drayton did not ask you any questions about your health or medical record. Before we can put forward a recommendation for your employment by our client it is necessary to ensure that you have no conditions that may affect your acceptance into their executive pension and medical insurance schemes.’
He then proceeded to question me about my medical history and that of my immediate family. Then came something of a bombshell, ‘I am a qualified medical practitioner as the certificate displayed here confirms,’ he said pointing to a frame certificate on the wall behind his desk that hitherto I had not paid any attention. ‘Unless you have any objections perhaps you will accompany me to the staff medical room where I can conduct a brief medical examination.’ This struck me as a little weird, how come a doctor should be employed in such a way? Then I thought, I have no problems health wise and what harm can it do to go along with the exam,, so I followed Connor to the medical room where he took off his jacket and put on a white coat and picked up a stethoscope.
‘Perhaps you could remove your jacket and roll up your shirt sleeve so that I can check your blood pressure,’ he said. I obliged and he then suggested I remove my shirt so that he could listen to my heart and lungs. He thoughtfully breathed on the business end of the stethoscope so that it should not feel cold upon my chest. After listening to my heart and lungs from a variety of points on my chest he applied the stethoscope to my back. ‘That is fine,’ he declared as he made some notes on his pad. ‘Perhaps you will drop your trousers so that I can be sure that you do not suffer from a hernia or any genital deformities or infections.’ The exam had gone like any other I had undergone thus far, so I thought what the hell and complied. My problem was the fact that this guy was such a hot number, I was becoming aroused as he touched my body and to my shame my cock stuck out like a flag pole on a store front on the fourth of July; all it lacked was a star spangled banner.
‘That is a fine specimen, if I may say so,’ Connor said as he felt around my groin, an action that only increased the size of my erection. He looked into my eyes and smiled as he took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of jerks. He then bent over and licked the bell end before taking it into his mouth and giving me one hell of a blow job. I crossed my mind that I should make the most of this unusual situation and so reached out to grab his cock and balls. Rather than reject my move he made the contact easier and pulled down the zipper on his fly so that I could reach inside to pull out his semi-hard cock. I was virtually stripped naked as my pants and underwear were down around my ankles, I kicked off my shoes and released the last of my clothing and then grabbed the belt on Conner’s pants. I pulled his pants down and eased his briefs over his erection. I grabbed his tie and pulled his face up to mine to kiss him. Our tongues writhed together as I pulled the buttons of his shirt open to expose his lightly furred chest. We tumbled together to the examination table where we lay head to toe and were able to suck each other’s cocks. After a while, Connor released my throbbing cock from his mouth and said, ‘Time for an internal examination, I need to be sure that you have no problems with your prostate.’ He got me to lie on my left side on the examination table as he pulled on a latex glove. He put a glob of lubricate on a finger and plunged it into my butt. The lube was cold and it gave me quite a strange but delightful feeling as his gloved finger wandered over my G spot.
‘Everything seems just fine here too,’ he said and I then felt another finger joining the first working my hole beyond what could be regarded as a routine examination. ‘One further test,’ he said and before I could ask what that might be I felt his cock slide into my butt hole. Now his cock was not that long but it was thick and it took several thrusts for me to relax and accommodate it. He knew how to fuck; he was a considerate top ensuring that I was both comfortable and gaining maximum pleasure. He managed to manoeuvre me around so that I was on my back and he was standing at the foot of the examination table as he continued to fuck me. He got my legs up over his shoulders and I could watch his face as he pleasured me. He then drew his cock from my ass and discarded the condom he had thoughtfully used and he held both mine and his cock in his hand as he jerked us to a simultaneous climax. The cum splashed over my abs and he bent over to lick me clean before declaring that the medical examination was complete and that I had passed with flying colors.
As I got dressed he made some further notes on his pad and said that he would pass his report to Drayton who would be in touch with me regarding the next step in the appointment process within the next few days.
A week passed and I had heard nothing so I rang Drayton’s office. I was told that Mr Hallowtree was unavailable as he was out of the country but that a package had been dispatched to me and I should receive it in a day or so. Sure enough the package did arrive and in it were a DVD disc and a note. The note said that unfortunately the post had been filled and that my record would be kept on file in case another suitable opportunity arose. The DVD was a record of the interview process for my information. I put the disc into my computer and saw not only my session with Drayton but also Drayton slowly masturbating as he watched Conner and me performing on the screen of his laptop. To this day I cannot be sure whether the whole thing had been a set up as I never heard anything more from Drayton and was too embarrassed to ask. I put the DVD in the shredder and put the affair down to experience. I often look back on it and laugh; Connor was a very handsome guy and a good fuck, so maybe I was not so hard done by after all.
A most interesting story. If he'd kept the disk, just think of the leverage it might have provided for a position - sexual harassment IS illegal, afterall. And, who's to say how this could be interpreted by a court . . .
Not to mention HOT, lol.
Not to mention HOT, lol.
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Shredded the DVD? 
I would have kept that puppy if not only for a pleasant reminder during my further/ "Golden" Years!
I'm also guessing that since John didn't get the job, Drayton/Conner didn't forward that disc to the potential employer! (If there ever was one!)
Or ... maybe they did! 
Please keep the stories cumming, Auto!
And, Yeah! ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I would have kept that puppy if not only for a pleasant reminder during my further/ "Golden" Years!
I'm also guessing that since John didn't get the job, Drayton/Conner didn't forward that disc to the potential employer! (If there ever was one!)
Or ... maybe they did!
Please keep the stories cumming, Auto!
And, Yeah! ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Thanks for the comments guys. I think that John's reasons for destroying the DVD is covered by him saying "To this day I cannot be sure whether the whole thing had been a setup as I never heard anything more from Drayton." None of us like to feel we had been made a fool of, but who knows?
Craiger
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Oh my god, Auto. That sounds just like an interview I did a few years ago...... I didn't get the position either, but enjoyed the interviewing process.......j/k I wish a few of my past interviews were as productive..... Great story. I hope there will be more to come.
Craiger
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/\ I have to admit that I had never had an interview like that but I did have a guy phone to say he was a headhunter and wanted to meet me. It never go that far as I was happy in the job I had at the time. The medical I had for that particular job was carried out by a rather odd doctor who did take more than a little interest in my penis, there being no reason why he should have touched it!
Chapter Fifteen
The last guest had departed and Scott and George set about closing up the hotel for the winter. So few people came during the winter months it was not worth while staying open and in any event the two partners needed to get away for a holiday themselves after working throughout the summer months. It would be another week before they were off on a Caribbean cruise combined with a stopover in the Bahamas for a month. With most of the chores completed they sat down in front of a log fire after their dinner.
‘This is when I miss our guests the most,’ George said. ‘When we sit here and listen to their sexy stories.’
‘I am bound to agree,’ Scott replied. ‘However, I do sometimes wonder how many of them are true or just made up for our entertainment. Never the less we have seldom been disappointed and I have been recording them so that we can consider publishing them as a collection at some time in the future.
‘You crafty begger!’ George exclaimed. ‘I didn’t know you had been doing that.'
‘Just as well I did as there are one or two that you missed when you had to go and visit your brother when he was unwell.’
‘What are you waiting for then?’ George said. ‘Play back one now. I’ll pour us a couple of large Martinis and we can pretend we are listening to it live.’ Scott fetched his tape recorder and selected a tape from his collection. ‘This one should appeal to you. You didn’t meet Damon. He was a real nice guy, a little bit on the shy side but he told a good story.’ Scott placed the tape cassette in the recorder and pressed play. After a short spell Damon’s voice could be heard.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘I am not sure whether you mature guys want to hear about the experience of a high school student but this is a true story – something that happened to me a couple of months after my eighteenth birthday.
I grew up in a small town that was miles from anywhere. The schools served a wide area of farmland and many of the kids were from the farming community. On the whole we were a pretty unsophisticated lot. My dad ran the local general store and my spare time was often spent helping out delivering orders or stacking shelves. Dad had played in a military band in his young days and he taught me how to play the trumpet. We had a teacher in school that encouraged those of us who could play an instrument to form a band. By the time that this story begins we had been playing together for a couple of years and although I say it myself we were pretty good. One day, Miss Bailey – she was the music teacher – announced that she had entered us into a school band competition.
This caused a fair amount of excitement especially as it meant that for many of us it would be the first time we had been anywhere without our parents and also we were going to play in a hall in a large city, the like of which few of us had ever visited. The completion was to be held over a three day period and that meant we would be staying in a hotel for a couple of nights. Again, a new experience as I for one had never stayed in a hotel before.
When we arrived we were allocated our rooms and I was to share with Jess, a boy of my own age who played drums in the band. We were very much alike and some people had even thought we were brothers. Jess’ father and mother owned a book store in town and we had known each other since grade school. Jess was far more outgoing than me and he liked to show off in front of the girls in school but he never seemed to date one, even though they seemed to vie for his attention. I was much more reserved and none of the girls seemed attracted to me. I was unconcerned about that as I had plenty to occupy my time without hanging around the local soda fountain where the kids went for Cokes, ice cream and snacks and generally socializing.
The room Jess and I were to share was quite large and it had twin beds. There was a private bathroom a TV and something I had never seen before a large floor to ceiling mirror. We dropped our bags and decided which bed we should take. Jess opted for the one that was nearest to the mirror and he stood admiring himself in it.
‘Would you say I am good looking?’ he asked me. I was not prepared for such a question and had to think before answering. He turned and faced me and said, ‘Well do you?’
‘Do I what?’ I asked.
‘Think I am good looking?’ he repeated.
‘I guess so,’ I replied. ‘It’s not something ‘I have given that much thought to.’ He stepped closer to me and put his arms around me and the next thing I knew he was kissing me. It seemed strange but nice. I hadn’t been kissed for ages and then only by my mom when she said goodnight when I was little. I felt his tongue pressing my lips open and then our tongues were sliding over each other like two snakes. His hands were running up and down my body and up and under my polo shirt; he pulled it up and I lifted my arms as he drew it off over my head. He threw the shirt on the floor and pushed me back onto the bed. He was then on top of me, his crotch grinding into mine as he ran his hands up and down my naked torso. I felt his lips on my neck and his tongue exploring my chin and then running down my body. He circled his tongue around my nipples and then into the hollow of my navel. This was all new to me and I wondered how he had learned to do such things. We did not speak, I felt my throat grow dry as he began to unbuckle my belt and pull down my fly zipper.
The action of his crotch on mine had made me semi-hard and he ran his tongue over the bulge that was growing in my undies. I could feel his warm breath on my stomach his tongue was licking my abdomen and then his thumbs were under the waist band of my briefs. He worked them over my erection and my cock flopped out onto my belly. He smiled up at me and then ran his tongue up my shaft. I shuddered involuntarily at this strange new sensation. I gasped and he took my cock into his mouth and sucked on it and running his tongue over and around my knob end.
He pulled my briefs down further and started to suck on my balls. ‘My God,’ I thought, ‘what will he do next?’ With a swift movement he had my pants and briefs off altogether and he shoved up my legs so that my feet were waving in the air above my head. I then felt a soft wet object that could only be his tongue probing around my butt hole. I heard him spit and felt wetness on my hole and then a finger press its way inside me. My doctor had once done an internal examination in this way but this felt altogether different. It was pleasurable and my cock got all the harder. Jess worked his finger in and out of my ass and I could tell that I was giving less resistance all the time. He then pushed his cock against my hole. I relaxed and his knob slipped inside me followed in turn by the full length of his shaft.
I could feel his balls slapping against my butt as he plunged in and out as I gasped and cried out not in pain but sheer delight. My virgin ass was being impaled in the most fantastic way. From my prone position I could watch Jess as he held my legs up and pumped my hole. He like me began to sweat and the look on his face was almost frightening as he concentrated all his being on fucking me. My cock felt as though it might burst it grew so hard and I spat on my hand and jerked it until I came in great spurts, some even reaching my face as well as slashing over my chest.
‘Oh fuck! Oh my God! I cuming!’ Jess shouted, as he pulled out from me and let his cum jet across my body. He lay on top of me and the mix of our ejaculations squelched between our sweaty bodies as he licked the drops of cum from my face and kissed me hard on the lips pushing the sperm onto my tongue so that we could share the salty taste of it. He fell off me and we lay side by side on the bed.
‘Sorry Damon,’ he said. ‘I got carried away. I hope that you are alright?’
‘Alright?’ I replied. ‘Man that was the most wonderful and exciting thing that has ever happened to me; where did you learn to do that?’
‘My cousin, he is a couple of years older than me and shares my bedroom when he comes to visit. He taught me. Are you gay or have I just fucked a straight guy?’
‘If you have to be gay to enjoy what you just did to me then yes I’m gay.’
Suffice to say, we repeated the sex during our stay at the hotel and I was able to put into practice what I learned from Jess. My first time with him led to us being regular fuck buddies until we went off to separate colleges but I always look back on those sessions with Jess with a degree of nostalgia.’
The recording came to an end and Scott turned off the player. He looked at George who smiled and said, ‘Wow that was quite something. You had better bring your collection of tapes on holiday with us just in case we get bored.
‘I have never known you to get bored where we are going,’ Scott laughed. ‘Come on it’s time for bed, we have an early start in the morning.
The last guest had departed and Scott and George set about closing up the hotel for the winter. So few people came during the winter months it was not worth while staying open and in any event the two partners needed to get away for a holiday themselves after working throughout the summer months. It would be another week before they were off on a Caribbean cruise combined with a stopover in the Bahamas for a month. With most of the chores completed they sat down in front of a log fire after their dinner.
‘This is when I miss our guests the most,’ George said. ‘When we sit here and listen to their sexy stories.’
‘I am bound to agree,’ Scott replied. ‘However, I do sometimes wonder how many of them are true or just made up for our entertainment. Never the less we have seldom been disappointed and I have been recording them so that we can consider publishing them as a collection at some time in the future.
‘You crafty begger!’ George exclaimed. ‘I didn’t know you had been doing that.'
‘Just as well I did as there are one or two that you missed when you had to go and visit your brother when he was unwell.’
‘What are you waiting for then?’ George said. ‘Play back one now. I’ll pour us a couple of large Martinis and we can pretend we are listening to it live.’ Scott fetched his tape recorder and selected a tape from his collection. ‘This one should appeal to you. You didn’t meet Damon. He was a real nice guy, a little bit on the shy side but he told a good story.’ Scott placed the tape cassette in the recorder and pressed play. After a short spell Damon’s voice could be heard.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘I am not sure whether you mature guys want to hear about the experience of a high school student but this is a true story – something that happened to me a couple of months after my eighteenth birthday.
I grew up in a small town that was miles from anywhere. The schools served a wide area of farmland and many of the kids were from the farming community. On the whole we were a pretty unsophisticated lot. My dad ran the local general store and my spare time was often spent helping out delivering orders or stacking shelves. Dad had played in a military band in his young days and he taught me how to play the trumpet. We had a teacher in school that encouraged those of us who could play an instrument to form a band. By the time that this story begins we had been playing together for a couple of years and although I say it myself we were pretty good. One day, Miss Bailey – she was the music teacher – announced that she had entered us into a school band competition.
This caused a fair amount of excitement especially as it meant that for many of us it would be the first time we had been anywhere without our parents and also we were going to play in a hall in a large city, the like of which few of us had ever visited. The completion was to be held over a three day period and that meant we would be staying in a hotel for a couple of nights. Again, a new experience as I for one had never stayed in a hotel before.
When we arrived we were allocated our rooms and I was to share with Jess, a boy of my own age who played drums in the band. We were very much alike and some people had even thought we were brothers. Jess’ father and mother owned a book store in town and we had known each other since grade school. Jess was far more outgoing than me and he liked to show off in front of the girls in school but he never seemed to date one, even though they seemed to vie for his attention. I was much more reserved and none of the girls seemed attracted to me. I was unconcerned about that as I had plenty to occupy my time without hanging around the local soda fountain where the kids went for Cokes, ice cream and snacks and generally socializing.
The room Jess and I were to share was quite large and it had twin beds. There was a private bathroom a TV and something I had never seen before a large floor to ceiling mirror. We dropped our bags and decided which bed we should take. Jess opted for the one that was nearest to the mirror and he stood admiring himself in it.
‘Would you say I am good looking?’ he asked me. I was not prepared for such a question and had to think before answering. He turned and faced me and said, ‘Well do you?’
‘Do I what?’ I asked.
‘Think I am good looking?’ he repeated.
‘I guess so,’ I replied. ‘It’s not something ‘I have given that much thought to.’ He stepped closer to me and put his arms around me and the next thing I knew he was kissing me. It seemed strange but nice. I hadn’t been kissed for ages and then only by my mom when she said goodnight when I was little. I felt his tongue pressing my lips open and then our tongues were sliding over each other like two snakes. His hands were running up and down my body and up and under my polo shirt; he pulled it up and I lifted my arms as he drew it off over my head. He threw the shirt on the floor and pushed me back onto the bed. He was then on top of me, his crotch grinding into mine as he ran his hands up and down my naked torso. I felt his lips on my neck and his tongue exploring my chin and then running down my body. He circled his tongue around my nipples and then into the hollow of my navel. This was all new to me and I wondered how he had learned to do such things. We did not speak, I felt my throat grow dry as he began to unbuckle my belt and pull down my fly zipper.
The action of his crotch on mine had made me semi-hard and he ran his tongue over the bulge that was growing in my undies. I could feel his warm breath on my stomach his tongue was licking my abdomen and then his thumbs were under the waist band of my briefs. He worked them over my erection and my cock flopped out onto my belly. He smiled up at me and then ran his tongue up my shaft. I shuddered involuntarily at this strange new sensation. I gasped and he took my cock into his mouth and sucked on it and running his tongue over and around my knob end.
He pulled my briefs down further and started to suck on my balls. ‘My God,’ I thought, ‘what will he do next?’ With a swift movement he had my pants and briefs off altogether and he shoved up my legs so that my feet were waving in the air above my head. I then felt a soft wet object that could only be his tongue probing around my butt hole. I heard him spit and felt wetness on my hole and then a finger press its way inside me. My doctor had once done an internal examination in this way but this felt altogether different. It was pleasurable and my cock got all the harder. Jess worked his finger in and out of my ass and I could tell that I was giving less resistance all the time. He then pushed his cock against my hole. I relaxed and his knob slipped inside me followed in turn by the full length of his shaft.
I could feel his balls slapping against my butt as he plunged in and out as I gasped and cried out not in pain but sheer delight. My virgin ass was being impaled in the most fantastic way. From my prone position I could watch Jess as he held my legs up and pumped my hole. He like me began to sweat and the look on his face was almost frightening as he concentrated all his being on fucking me. My cock felt as though it might burst it grew so hard and I spat on my hand and jerked it until I came in great spurts, some even reaching my face as well as slashing over my chest.
‘Oh fuck! Oh my God! I cuming!’ Jess shouted, as he pulled out from me and let his cum jet across my body. He lay on top of me and the mix of our ejaculations squelched between our sweaty bodies as he licked the drops of cum from my face and kissed me hard on the lips pushing the sperm onto my tongue so that we could share the salty taste of it. He fell off me and we lay side by side on the bed.
‘Sorry Damon,’ he said. ‘I got carried away. I hope that you are alright?’
‘Alright?’ I replied. ‘Man that was the most wonderful and exciting thing that has ever happened to me; where did you learn to do that?’
‘My cousin, he is a couple of years older than me and shares my bedroom when he comes to visit. He taught me. Are you gay or have I just fucked a straight guy?’
‘If you have to be gay to enjoy what you just did to me then yes I’m gay.’
Suffice to say, we repeated the sex during our stay at the hotel and I was able to put into practice what I learned from Jess. My first time with him led to us being regular fuck buddies until we went off to separate colleges but I always look back on those sessions with Jess with a degree of nostalgia.’
The recording came to an end and Scott turned off the player. He looked at George who smiled and said, ‘Wow that was quite something. You had better bring your collection of tapes on holiday with us just in case we get bored.
‘I have never known you to get bored where we are going,’ Scott laughed. ‘Come on it’s time for bed, we have an early start in the morning.
And an even earlier start that night!
That was quite the erotic and exciting escapade.
That was quite the erotic and exciting escapade.
Craiger
JUB Addict
That was a cool way to bring us another story, Auto. And a rather erotic one as well. Listening to and reading about the beginnings of young men's activity always tend to bring back wonderful memories of our own firsts. Let's hear more of the tapes Scott so competently recorded....
Craiger
Craiger
Chapter Sixteen
This is yet another story that Scott had recorded for George to hear at a later date. The story teller on this occasion was a travelling salesman who had booked a room for two nights. A guy in his mid forties, tall with a smart appearance in his business suit was balding slightly and wore glasses to correct his distance vision. From all outward appearances he fell into that category of ‘straight looking/acting but his story was to show that he was at least bi-sexual or even a closet gay man.
‘So,’ said George, ‘who is this guy?’
‘He said his name was Bill and signed the registered as William Forbes with a home address in Jersey City. He was here on a sales trip. It seems that he represented a paint manufacturing company,’ Scott explained as he turned on the recorder.
‘Hi guys, I’m Bill and what I am about to tell you is a one off never to be repeated experience. I live in a commuter residential area just outside town and have been married for some twenty years. This incident happened five years ago. My wife Janice and next door neighbor Lynn had been planning a trip to the Big Apple for about a year. They were looking forward to doing some shopping and seeing a show on Broadway, staying overnight and returning next day. Like me, Joe, Lynn’s husband hated shopping with his wife and had no desire to go to the theatre. There was to be a big match on TV and we decided to watch it together at my place.
I had kissed my wife goodbye, and passed the early part of the day doing some work in the yard. Later I showered and awaited Joe’s arrival. To my surprise, when he did arrive he was not alone. ‘I hope you won’t mind,’ he said. ‘This is Will, my nephew. I was wondering if you could put him up for the night.’
He explained that Will was passing through on his way to visit with his grandparents and had asked to stay overnight. He knew that we had a spare room, there not being one in his house as the bedrooms other than his own were occupied by his teenage daughters. It occurred to me that he was not too happy with the thought of this eighteen year old handsome hunk loose under his roof overnight with his daughters being easy prey to a guy in his prime and hiked up on testosterone.
‘Sure, he is more than welcome to stay the night,’ I said if a little reluctantly. Will proved as enthusiastic about the football on the TV as Joe and me and with the beers we shared we were all in a happy mood. The game over we sat and chatted for a time and watched a film and time came for Joe to return home. We said goodnight and I showed Will the room he was to use and I went to bed in my own room. I heard Will go to the family bathroom and the shower run for quite some time as I sat up in bed reading a James Patterson thriller. I found the reading in bed helped my sleep but this book was a page turner and I read for longer than usual. The shower was turned off and sounds coming from the direction bathroom suggested that Will was returning to his room. But no, there was a tap on my door and his stuck his head around it.
‘I find it hard to sleep in a strange room,’ he said. ‘I hope I am not disturbing you?
‘No... I’m just reading...’ I replied hesitantly as I was unused to the sight of a male god-like figure wearing only a towel around his waist in my bedroom. He closed the door and walked over to the bed and sat on the side. ‘Ooops, sorry,’ he said. ‘I’d better get rid of this towel as it is a little damp.’ He stood and dropped the towel to the floor. ‘Do you mind?’ he asked as he lifted the duvet and slid into the bed alongside me.
I found this rather intimidating as I always slept in the nude and to have a strange naked young man in my bed with me was odd to say the least. He proceeded to lift the duvet and look under it. ‘You are a fit looking guy,’ he said. ‘I have always been attracted to older men.’ I considered ‘older’ and slightly resented the implication. He was eighteen and I was thirty-eight at that time but I soon realized that he was not really suggesting I was old as such. I placed my book on the nightstand and after a moment’s pause asked Will if he wanted to sleep in my bed. He grinned and said ‘Well, if you’re offering, yes please!’
I put the light out and snuggled down preparing to sleep on my side, my back toward Will. I felt him slide nearer to me and his arm go round my body as he spooned with me. ‘This is nice,’ he said. ‘Good night,’ I replied. I had never slept with a man in my bed before but the way he was clutching to me was making me feel horny as this was how Janice would cuddle up to me if she was looking for a little loving. His hand was slowly rubbing my belly and I was lost for anything to say other than ordering him out of the bed. Although that was an option I hesitated to use it as I was finding his presence quite pleasant. He wandering hand went lower and he whispered in my ear, ‘my we are really hard,’
His hand was on my cock and the ‘we’ was true as I could now feel his erection pressing against my back. ‘Does your wife give you a blow job?’ he asked. I felt myself blush. That was something I had always desired but Janice was not one for oral sex. ‘I can give you one if you like,’ Will said seductively his lips so close to my ear that his hot breath was making me feel even hornier. I rolled onto my back by way of answering him and his head ducked under the duvet and I felt his mouth close over my erection.
I told myself that I had to be dreaming, this could not be happening to me and I pinched my thigh expecting to wake up. But no; this was real I had a young hunk in my marriage bed sucking my cock! Suddenly, Will kicked off the duvet and I felt the cool night air rush over my body that otherwise was on fire. To my shame I was enjoying what Will was doing to me and what was even worse was the fact that I began to cum in his mouth. I was not prone to premature ejaculations but I came so quickly that I was shaking from head to foot.
Will seemed undeterred by a mouthful of my juices and shifted so that he was sat astride my abdomen with his erection just a few short inches from my nose. I could see his hand jerking on his long uncut cock in the eerie light that filtered into the darkened bedroom from the street lamp outside my side window. A car drove by and the glow from its headlights tracked a path up the wall and across the ceiling spotlighting my assailant in its path. He looked amazing. I had always admired good looking guys, that was maybe why I was such a fan of sporting events but in looking at Will I could understand it when people said that someone looked good enough to eat.
Without hesitation or any thought for what I was doing, I placed my hands firmly on Will’s butt and drew him still nearer to my face. Without being really conscious of what I was doing, I took his cock deep into my mouth and instinctively let my head rock back and forward as I sucked on the length of his shaft. The initial taste of it seemed sour and unpleasant but all of a sudden it was sweet and salty as warm pre-cum slicked over my tongue. With a small gagging reflex, I took him deeply into my throat. I was trembling violently with a sexual drive that I had seldom experienced in all the times I had made love to my wife. This was intense, natural yet so against my nature. Will’s cock lurched inside my mouth and with each throb I tasted hot jets of cum swilling around and over my tongue and teeth. Will pulled out and reaching behind me felt for my still raging cock. His hand shifted it so that as he sat back I felt my knob sliding into his butt hole.
Will bobbed up and down on my cock, leant forward to kiss my lips before bobbing upright again to continue to ride my cock that was feeling hot and a little sore as his hole had such a tight grip on my, so unlike the sexual arousal I was accustomed to. Will continued in this way until he felt me shoot my second load that evening deep inside his ass.
‘Man! You’re good!’ Fucking good!’ he cried as he slid off my dick that had started to shrink and flop from his ass. He lay by my side and rubbed his hands over my stomach and chest before going down to caress my limp manhood and shrunken ball sack as my balls had been drawn up tight into my groin as a result of my massive ejaculations. Within seconds he had curled up by my side like a baby and gone to sleep. I lay there with my hands behind my head contemplating what had occurred. I had to admit to myself that I had enjoyed the experience and that it was something that I had fantasized about from time to time. I asked myself whether that meant I was gay but then I had to affirm that I enjoyed my sex life with my wife and that I found women attractive. So, I decided that maybe, just maybe I was bi-sexual. I must have fallen asleep after that mental appraisal of my sexuality for the next thing I heard was singing.
At first, I thought I had left a radio on and then I remembered all that had happened the night before. The singing was coming from the bathroom. I got out of bed and went toward the source of the light tenor voice that was giving a good performance of a popular song against the sound of the water from the shower. Will had his back to me and was busy soaping himself as he sang. I crept back to the bedroom and put on a robe and went downstairs to make some coffee. Not long after Will came down and joined me. I was a little relieved to see that he was fully dressed but my relief was tinged with a degree of regret.
‘Hi! Have a good night?’ Will said as he greeted me with one of his sexy smiles. I was uncertain as to whether he was enquiring about my sleep or the sex we had enjoyed together. Anyhow, I answered ‘Yes.. Yes I did, thanks for asking.’
‘I hope you don’t mind but I need to make an early start if I am to get to my grandparent’s house before nightfall.’
‘No... No...’ I replied but you’ll want a coffee and maybe something to eat before you go?’
‘I’ve got to go and say goodbye to Uncle Joe so I’ll grab a bite there if that’s OK with you. I don’t want to put you to any trouble.’ So it was that he walked out the door and my life as I was not to see him again. Joe came round later to thank me for putting Will up for the night.
‘I lied to you when I said I was concerned for my daughters,’ Joe said apologetically, ‘He is a randy little devil and I know that had he stayed in my house he would have insisted on sleeping in my bed with me. He did once before and I had to fight him off. I knew that he would have to behave properly if he stayed with you.’
I replied, ‘Oh... oh yes he behaved impeccably, I was sorry to see him go.’ Joe left still calling out his thanks on his way out. Me, I had to quickly put the bed clothes and extra towels in the washer. When Janice got home she questioned the fact that I had changed the bed.
‘Sorry dear,’ I said. ‘Spilt some coffee this morning and mopped it up with a couple of towels. Have a nice trip?’
‘I heaved a sigh of relief when my actions were forgotten and she told me all about the trip to New York and the things she had purchased there. Women are so easily made happy when they are let loose with the check book.’
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This is yet another story that Scott had recorded for George to hear at a later date. The story teller on this occasion was a travelling salesman who had booked a room for two nights. A guy in his mid forties, tall with a smart appearance in his business suit was balding slightly and wore glasses to correct his distance vision. From all outward appearances he fell into that category of ‘straight looking/acting but his story was to show that he was at least bi-sexual or even a closet gay man.
‘So,’ said George, ‘who is this guy?’
‘He said his name was Bill and signed the registered as William Forbes with a home address in Jersey City. He was here on a sales trip. It seems that he represented a paint manufacturing company,’ Scott explained as he turned on the recorder.
‘Hi guys, I’m Bill and what I am about to tell you is a one off never to be repeated experience. I live in a commuter residential area just outside town and have been married for some twenty years. This incident happened five years ago. My wife Janice and next door neighbor Lynn had been planning a trip to the Big Apple for about a year. They were looking forward to doing some shopping and seeing a show on Broadway, staying overnight and returning next day. Like me, Joe, Lynn’s husband hated shopping with his wife and had no desire to go to the theatre. There was to be a big match on TV and we decided to watch it together at my place.
I had kissed my wife goodbye, and passed the early part of the day doing some work in the yard. Later I showered and awaited Joe’s arrival. To my surprise, when he did arrive he was not alone. ‘I hope you won’t mind,’ he said. ‘This is Will, my nephew. I was wondering if you could put him up for the night.’
He explained that Will was passing through on his way to visit with his grandparents and had asked to stay overnight. He knew that we had a spare room, there not being one in his house as the bedrooms other than his own were occupied by his teenage daughters. It occurred to me that he was not too happy with the thought of this eighteen year old handsome hunk loose under his roof overnight with his daughters being easy prey to a guy in his prime and hiked up on testosterone.
‘Sure, he is more than welcome to stay the night,’ I said if a little reluctantly. Will proved as enthusiastic about the football on the TV as Joe and me and with the beers we shared we were all in a happy mood. The game over we sat and chatted for a time and watched a film and time came for Joe to return home. We said goodnight and I showed Will the room he was to use and I went to bed in my own room. I heard Will go to the family bathroom and the shower run for quite some time as I sat up in bed reading a James Patterson thriller. I found the reading in bed helped my sleep but this book was a page turner and I read for longer than usual. The shower was turned off and sounds coming from the direction bathroom suggested that Will was returning to his room. But no, there was a tap on my door and his stuck his head around it.
‘I find it hard to sleep in a strange room,’ he said. ‘I hope I am not disturbing you?
‘No... I’m just reading...’ I replied hesitantly as I was unused to the sight of a male god-like figure wearing only a towel around his waist in my bedroom. He closed the door and walked over to the bed and sat on the side. ‘Ooops, sorry,’ he said. ‘I’d better get rid of this towel as it is a little damp.’ He stood and dropped the towel to the floor. ‘Do you mind?’ he asked as he lifted the duvet and slid into the bed alongside me.
I found this rather intimidating as I always slept in the nude and to have a strange naked young man in my bed with me was odd to say the least. He proceeded to lift the duvet and look under it. ‘You are a fit looking guy,’ he said. ‘I have always been attracted to older men.’ I considered ‘older’ and slightly resented the implication. He was eighteen and I was thirty-eight at that time but I soon realized that he was not really suggesting I was old as such. I placed my book on the nightstand and after a moment’s pause asked Will if he wanted to sleep in my bed. He grinned and said ‘Well, if you’re offering, yes please!’
I put the light out and snuggled down preparing to sleep on my side, my back toward Will. I felt him slide nearer to me and his arm go round my body as he spooned with me. ‘This is nice,’ he said. ‘Good night,’ I replied. I had never slept with a man in my bed before but the way he was clutching to me was making me feel horny as this was how Janice would cuddle up to me if she was looking for a little loving. His hand was slowly rubbing my belly and I was lost for anything to say other than ordering him out of the bed. Although that was an option I hesitated to use it as I was finding his presence quite pleasant. He wandering hand went lower and he whispered in my ear, ‘my we are really hard,’
His hand was on my cock and the ‘we’ was true as I could now feel his erection pressing against my back. ‘Does your wife give you a blow job?’ he asked. I felt myself blush. That was something I had always desired but Janice was not one for oral sex. ‘I can give you one if you like,’ Will said seductively his lips so close to my ear that his hot breath was making me feel even hornier. I rolled onto my back by way of answering him and his head ducked under the duvet and I felt his mouth close over my erection.
I told myself that I had to be dreaming, this could not be happening to me and I pinched my thigh expecting to wake up. But no; this was real I had a young hunk in my marriage bed sucking my cock! Suddenly, Will kicked off the duvet and I felt the cool night air rush over my body that otherwise was on fire. To my shame I was enjoying what Will was doing to me and what was even worse was the fact that I began to cum in his mouth. I was not prone to premature ejaculations but I came so quickly that I was shaking from head to foot.
Will seemed undeterred by a mouthful of my juices and shifted so that he was sat astride my abdomen with his erection just a few short inches from my nose. I could see his hand jerking on his long uncut cock in the eerie light that filtered into the darkened bedroom from the street lamp outside my side window. A car drove by and the glow from its headlights tracked a path up the wall and across the ceiling spotlighting my assailant in its path. He looked amazing. I had always admired good looking guys, that was maybe why I was such a fan of sporting events but in looking at Will I could understand it when people said that someone looked good enough to eat.
Without hesitation or any thought for what I was doing, I placed my hands firmly on Will’s butt and drew him still nearer to my face. Without being really conscious of what I was doing, I took his cock deep into my mouth and instinctively let my head rock back and forward as I sucked on the length of his shaft. The initial taste of it seemed sour and unpleasant but all of a sudden it was sweet and salty as warm pre-cum slicked over my tongue. With a small gagging reflex, I took him deeply into my throat. I was trembling violently with a sexual drive that I had seldom experienced in all the times I had made love to my wife. This was intense, natural yet so against my nature. Will’s cock lurched inside my mouth and with each throb I tasted hot jets of cum swilling around and over my tongue and teeth. Will pulled out and reaching behind me felt for my still raging cock. His hand shifted it so that as he sat back I felt my knob sliding into his butt hole.
Will bobbed up and down on my cock, leant forward to kiss my lips before bobbing upright again to continue to ride my cock that was feeling hot and a little sore as his hole had such a tight grip on my, so unlike the sexual arousal I was accustomed to. Will continued in this way until he felt me shoot my second load that evening deep inside his ass.
‘Man! You’re good!’ Fucking good!’ he cried as he slid off my dick that had started to shrink and flop from his ass. He lay by my side and rubbed his hands over my stomach and chest before going down to caress my limp manhood and shrunken ball sack as my balls had been drawn up tight into my groin as a result of my massive ejaculations. Within seconds he had curled up by my side like a baby and gone to sleep. I lay there with my hands behind my head contemplating what had occurred. I had to admit to myself that I had enjoyed the experience and that it was something that I had fantasized about from time to time. I asked myself whether that meant I was gay but then I had to affirm that I enjoyed my sex life with my wife and that I found women attractive. So, I decided that maybe, just maybe I was bi-sexual. I must have fallen asleep after that mental appraisal of my sexuality for the next thing I heard was singing.
At first, I thought I had left a radio on and then I remembered all that had happened the night before. The singing was coming from the bathroom. I got out of bed and went toward the source of the light tenor voice that was giving a good performance of a popular song against the sound of the water from the shower. Will had his back to me and was busy soaping himself as he sang. I crept back to the bedroom and put on a robe and went downstairs to make some coffee. Not long after Will came down and joined me. I was a little relieved to see that he was fully dressed but my relief was tinged with a degree of regret.
‘Hi! Have a good night?’ Will said as he greeted me with one of his sexy smiles. I was uncertain as to whether he was enquiring about my sleep or the sex we had enjoyed together. Anyhow, I answered ‘Yes.. Yes I did, thanks for asking.’
‘I hope you don’t mind but I need to make an early start if I am to get to my grandparent’s house before nightfall.’
‘No... No...’ I replied but you’ll want a coffee and maybe something to eat before you go?’
‘I’ve got to go and say goodbye to Uncle Joe so I’ll grab a bite there if that’s OK with you. I don’t want to put you to any trouble.’ So it was that he walked out the door and my life as I was not to see him again. Joe came round later to thank me for putting Will up for the night.
‘I lied to you when I said I was concerned for my daughters,’ Joe said apologetically, ‘He is a randy little devil and I know that had he stayed in my house he would have insisted on sleeping in my bed with me. He did once before and I had to fight him off. I knew that he would have to behave properly if he stayed with you.’
I replied, ‘Oh... oh yes he behaved impeccably, I was sorry to see him go.’ Joe left still calling out his thanks on his way out. Me, I had to quickly put the bed clothes and extra towels in the washer. When Janice got home she questioned the fact that I had changed the bed.
‘Sorry dear,’ I said. ‘Spilt some coffee this morning and mopped it up with a couple of towels. Have a nice trip?’
‘I heaved a sigh of relief when my actions were forgotten and she told me all about the trip to New York and the things she had purchased there. Women are so easily made happy when they are let loose with the check book.’
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Craiger
JUB Addict
How I would dearly love to have something like that happen to me. Or, that I would have the balls to do what Will did...lol I don't think I would have let the poor boy leave without something big to eat for breakfast though.... I wonder if that stirred some further testing of the waters for Bill? On with more taped stories, Auto.
Craiger
Craiger
Auto,
A very enjoyable story, and one that rings close to an almost adventurous night of my youth.
A very enjoyable story, and one that rings close to an almost adventurous night of my youth.
Thanks again for the comments - I am pleased to see that you are still stopping off at this quaint gay hotel if only for the stories - what if you all came to stay and had a fun night together? That would be a tale worth the telling
Wouldn't it though?!
Chapter Seventeen{/b]
This was another of the stories that Scott had recorded in George’s absence. The story teller on this occasion was Neal Featherstone, a lone traveller of mature years enjoying his early retirement from business as he travelled around the country visiting places he had not seen before. Dinner over the assembled guests sat with their drinks to listen to his story.
“I made my fortune as a young man. With a small loan from the bank I set up Featherstone Industries Inc., manufacturing computer hardware. By the time I was thirty I was worth millions and I enjoyed a lifestyle that the wealth supported. I had bought a Spanish style house that had been built for a movie star in the 1930’s and was possibly the only home owner in the Beverly Hills neighbourhood that was not involved in the motion picture industry. My money enabled me to overhaul the house and modernise the facilities and my proudest possession was a fine swim pool in the secluded back yard. I had a cook-housekeeper employed on a daily basis. I did not want staff staying overnight just in case I had ‘guests’ for more than food and drink, if you understand my meaning.
My story is about something that happened one weekend after I had been away all week on a business trip. Maude, my cook had prepared an evening meal for me of cold cuts and salad and I envisioned sitting out in the warm evening air after eating by my pool with a glass or two of my favourite wine. I arrived home and drove my car into the garage and using the connecting door stepped into the house. The sun was still up and it was quite warm so I decided to drop my bag in the lobby and discard my jacket and tie and go straight out to the pool side with a cool drink. As I went out onto the patio I was suddenly aware of the sound of someone swimming in my pool. I set my drink on the patio table and walked over to the edge of the pool. Sure enough there was a stranger doing lengths. I waited for him to reach the end where I was standing. He could swim like a fish and I was quite impressed watching his bronzed back and arms as the cut waves on the surface of the blue water of the pool.
He reached the end in front of me and as he was about to make a further turn, he must have seen my shadow on the water as he looked up and saw me looking down at him. I took a couple or so steps back and he pulled himself up onto the side. I saw that he was swimming in his underwear. A tight pair of white boxer briefs that apart from the front panel which was of a double layer of cotton fabric had become quite transparent in the water. He was a great looking guy with shoulder length blond hair, flattened to his head as it was wet. He sported a firm swimmer’s body and the front panel of his boxer brief although not transparent displayed a well defined bulge. His legs covered with a light down of golden hair shimmered in the late sunshine as droplets of water sparkled like rhinestones.
‘Who the hell are you?’ I demanded, ‘and what are you doing in my pool?’
‘The name’s Jason, I’m here to meet Miss Merton.’
‘Then you have the wrong house Clare Merton lives a few doors down the road.’
‘But this is 5312 isn’t it?’
‘Yes but she lives at 5321, you have the wrong house.’ I explained. He apologised and said that he had been given my house number in error and as there as no one at home, he thought it would be Ok if he took a swim, it being so warm, while he waited for Miss Merton to return.
I should explain that Clare Merton was an aging one-time B- Movie film star who attracted young men to her home, a kind of ‘Friends of Dorothy’ scenario. Looking at my unexpected visitor, there was little doubt that he was a wannabe actor cum groupie that assembled at my notorious neighbour’s home. I began to understand how Jason had arrived in my pool although it was not clear why he had been given the incorrect house number. Maybe someone thought it would be funny to send him on a fool’s errand or perhaps his informant was dyslectic or merely mistaken. Whatever, I was in the presence of a very desirable looking, most probably gay, young man.
‘If its Clare Merton you are looking for, then I have some disappointing news for you,’ I said.
‘Oh, why should that be?’ he asked.
‘Clare has another home in Miami and that is where she is just now. She goes there for two months every year and she left only three days ago, so won’t be back for several weeks.’
‘You are sure about that?’ Jason asked.
‘Certainly; I am to visit there with her in two weeks time.’ I replied.
‘Then I am in a predicament,’ Jason said. ‘I had my money and credit cards stolen during my trip here and I have no where to stay and no money until I can get to the bank on Monday morning to sort things out.’
I cast my eyes over the handsome figure that stood before me and considered my options. What if Jason was gay – he could make my weekend one to remember or not. I decided...
‘You can always stay here, I have plenty of room and I would be glad of your company as I shall be on my own for the duration of the weekend.’ He considered my offer and nodded his acceptance gratefully.
‘You had better get out of those wet things and have a towel to dry yourself,’ I said. ‘Wait there and I’ll fetch one.’ When I returned with the towel, he had followed my suggestion that he should get out of his wet undies and he was sat naked on the side of the pool dangling his feet in the water. I held out the towel and he got up onto his feet giving me a fine view of his tight ass in doing so. He took the towel and unabashed proceeded to dry the last of the water from his tanned body. I sat with my thus far untouched no longer cool drink to admire the view.
‘You like what you see?’ he asked. I nodded my approval. He stepped over to me and threw the towel onto the chair on the opposite side of the table. His uncut cock was at my eye level and I resist no longer. Reaching up I took it in my hand and gently jerked on it. I could feel the warm flow of blood bringing on an erection that was to truly impress with it strength, length, girth and banana like upward thrust. It became difficult for me to try and felate him from a sitting position so I got him to squat on the edge of the table and I got on my knees on the chair cushion I placed on the floor to perfect the height I needed to take his shaft into my mouth. He placed a hand on my head, guiding me as I sucked and licked his amazing cock.
I did not exactly live a celibate life but my sexual encounters were few and far between. The way that this handsome hunk had come on to me had set my pulse racing and I was feeling as horny as I had in my youth. I undid the buttons on my shirt and tugged the tail free of my pants. The light breeze that had sprung up caused it to flap and the light touch of the cotton fabric as it brushed against my skin added to the thrill of the moment.
‘Enough,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to cum just yet but I would like to feel our cock in me.’ He lay back on the table, his head dangling over the further side. His erect cock lay on his belly and his legs were spread. I stood between them and dropped my pants. With some difficulty I freed my erection from my underwear and used the copious amounts of pre-cum I was generating to lubricate his ass hole. Some spittle on my cock gave it the final amount of lubrication needed to enable me to make a slow but firm penetration into his hungry butt.
‘Are you OK with that?’ I asked, not wanting to cause him any undue discomfort.
‘Yes... Oh yes!’ he replied and I could feel him working the muscles of his ass to increase our mutual pleasure. Of all the bottoms I had enjoyed in my limited sexual forays in the past this one was the most able and accommodating. He was tight and the grip on my cock was unbelievably stimulating. I held his legs up and pumped slowly in and out as he groaned verbal encouragement. He grabbed hold of his cock and jerked on it until he came, shooting hot jets of cum over his belly, chest and chin.
I was near to a climax myself, I pulled out and jerked a couple of times before my own jizz pooled on his body. He sat up and kissed me passionately as I pulled off my shirt and struggled from my pants and underwear that had settled at my feet. Together we made our way over to the pool and jumped into the water where we swam and came together in a variety of holds and clinches like courting sea creatures. He came up behind me and pressing me against the side of the pool he slid his lengthy cock deep inside my butt and fucked me with all the enthusiasm of a buck rabbit.
When eventually we had dried ourselves off and settled down to share the meal that had been left for me, I asked him how he felt, me being so much older than he was.
‘I prefer a mature partner,’ he replied. ‘They are more considerate and appreciative than a young colt who is merely up for a quick fuck only to pass on to another partner without as much as a thank you.’
‘Surely, you’re something of a young colt yourself?’ I replied. ‘You have every advantage of youth, good looks and opportunity.’
‘My advantages give me the opportunity to please men like you,’ he replied. ‘I am sure that you appreciate what we have done together far more than some twink who can just rollover and take the next cock up his ass.’
It was then that I took the hint. Jason was asking in a discreet way for a ‘donation’ from me and I was more than happy to put a few dollars in his pocket. By the time our weekend together had come to an end he had proved to be worthy of his hire!’
This was another of the stories that Scott had recorded in George’s absence. The story teller on this occasion was Neal Featherstone, a lone traveller of mature years enjoying his early retirement from business as he travelled around the country visiting places he had not seen before. Dinner over the assembled guests sat with their drinks to listen to his story.
“I made my fortune as a young man. With a small loan from the bank I set up Featherstone Industries Inc., manufacturing computer hardware. By the time I was thirty I was worth millions and I enjoyed a lifestyle that the wealth supported. I had bought a Spanish style house that had been built for a movie star in the 1930’s and was possibly the only home owner in the Beverly Hills neighbourhood that was not involved in the motion picture industry. My money enabled me to overhaul the house and modernise the facilities and my proudest possession was a fine swim pool in the secluded back yard. I had a cook-housekeeper employed on a daily basis. I did not want staff staying overnight just in case I had ‘guests’ for more than food and drink, if you understand my meaning.
My story is about something that happened one weekend after I had been away all week on a business trip. Maude, my cook had prepared an evening meal for me of cold cuts and salad and I envisioned sitting out in the warm evening air after eating by my pool with a glass or two of my favourite wine. I arrived home and drove my car into the garage and using the connecting door stepped into the house. The sun was still up and it was quite warm so I decided to drop my bag in the lobby and discard my jacket and tie and go straight out to the pool side with a cool drink. As I went out onto the patio I was suddenly aware of the sound of someone swimming in my pool. I set my drink on the patio table and walked over to the edge of the pool. Sure enough there was a stranger doing lengths. I waited for him to reach the end where I was standing. He could swim like a fish and I was quite impressed watching his bronzed back and arms as the cut waves on the surface of the blue water of the pool.
He reached the end in front of me and as he was about to make a further turn, he must have seen my shadow on the water as he looked up and saw me looking down at him. I took a couple or so steps back and he pulled himself up onto the side. I saw that he was swimming in his underwear. A tight pair of white boxer briefs that apart from the front panel which was of a double layer of cotton fabric had become quite transparent in the water. He was a great looking guy with shoulder length blond hair, flattened to his head as it was wet. He sported a firm swimmer’s body and the front panel of his boxer brief although not transparent displayed a well defined bulge. His legs covered with a light down of golden hair shimmered in the late sunshine as droplets of water sparkled like rhinestones.
‘Who the hell are you?’ I demanded, ‘and what are you doing in my pool?’
‘The name’s Jason, I’m here to meet Miss Merton.’
‘Then you have the wrong house Clare Merton lives a few doors down the road.’
‘But this is 5312 isn’t it?’
‘Yes but she lives at 5321, you have the wrong house.’ I explained. He apologised and said that he had been given my house number in error and as there as no one at home, he thought it would be Ok if he took a swim, it being so warm, while he waited for Miss Merton to return.
I should explain that Clare Merton was an aging one-time B- Movie film star who attracted young men to her home, a kind of ‘Friends of Dorothy’ scenario. Looking at my unexpected visitor, there was little doubt that he was a wannabe actor cum groupie that assembled at my notorious neighbour’s home. I began to understand how Jason had arrived in my pool although it was not clear why he had been given the incorrect house number. Maybe someone thought it would be funny to send him on a fool’s errand or perhaps his informant was dyslectic or merely mistaken. Whatever, I was in the presence of a very desirable looking, most probably gay, young man.
‘If its Clare Merton you are looking for, then I have some disappointing news for you,’ I said.
‘Oh, why should that be?’ he asked.
‘Clare has another home in Miami and that is where she is just now. She goes there for two months every year and she left only three days ago, so won’t be back for several weeks.’
‘You are sure about that?’ Jason asked.
‘Certainly; I am to visit there with her in two weeks time.’ I replied.
‘Then I am in a predicament,’ Jason said. ‘I had my money and credit cards stolen during my trip here and I have no where to stay and no money until I can get to the bank on Monday morning to sort things out.’
I cast my eyes over the handsome figure that stood before me and considered my options. What if Jason was gay – he could make my weekend one to remember or not. I decided...
‘You can always stay here, I have plenty of room and I would be glad of your company as I shall be on my own for the duration of the weekend.’ He considered my offer and nodded his acceptance gratefully.
‘You had better get out of those wet things and have a towel to dry yourself,’ I said. ‘Wait there and I’ll fetch one.’ When I returned with the towel, he had followed my suggestion that he should get out of his wet undies and he was sat naked on the side of the pool dangling his feet in the water. I held out the towel and he got up onto his feet giving me a fine view of his tight ass in doing so. He took the towel and unabashed proceeded to dry the last of the water from his tanned body. I sat with my thus far untouched no longer cool drink to admire the view.
‘You like what you see?’ he asked. I nodded my approval. He stepped over to me and threw the towel onto the chair on the opposite side of the table. His uncut cock was at my eye level and I resist no longer. Reaching up I took it in my hand and gently jerked on it. I could feel the warm flow of blood bringing on an erection that was to truly impress with it strength, length, girth and banana like upward thrust. It became difficult for me to try and felate him from a sitting position so I got him to squat on the edge of the table and I got on my knees on the chair cushion I placed on the floor to perfect the height I needed to take his shaft into my mouth. He placed a hand on my head, guiding me as I sucked and licked his amazing cock.
I did not exactly live a celibate life but my sexual encounters were few and far between. The way that this handsome hunk had come on to me had set my pulse racing and I was feeling as horny as I had in my youth. I undid the buttons on my shirt and tugged the tail free of my pants. The light breeze that had sprung up caused it to flap and the light touch of the cotton fabric as it brushed against my skin added to the thrill of the moment.
‘Enough,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to cum just yet but I would like to feel our cock in me.’ He lay back on the table, his head dangling over the further side. His erect cock lay on his belly and his legs were spread. I stood between them and dropped my pants. With some difficulty I freed my erection from my underwear and used the copious amounts of pre-cum I was generating to lubricate his ass hole. Some spittle on my cock gave it the final amount of lubrication needed to enable me to make a slow but firm penetration into his hungry butt.
‘Are you OK with that?’ I asked, not wanting to cause him any undue discomfort.
‘Yes... Oh yes!’ he replied and I could feel him working the muscles of his ass to increase our mutual pleasure. Of all the bottoms I had enjoyed in my limited sexual forays in the past this one was the most able and accommodating. He was tight and the grip on my cock was unbelievably stimulating. I held his legs up and pumped slowly in and out as he groaned verbal encouragement. He grabbed hold of his cock and jerked on it until he came, shooting hot jets of cum over his belly, chest and chin.
I was near to a climax myself, I pulled out and jerked a couple of times before my own jizz pooled on his body. He sat up and kissed me passionately as I pulled off my shirt and struggled from my pants and underwear that had settled at my feet. Together we made our way over to the pool and jumped into the water where we swam and came together in a variety of holds and clinches like courting sea creatures. He came up behind me and pressing me against the side of the pool he slid his lengthy cock deep inside my butt and fucked me with all the enthusiasm of a buck rabbit.
When eventually we had dried ourselves off and settled down to share the meal that had been left for me, I asked him how he felt, me being so much older than he was.
‘I prefer a mature partner,’ he replied. ‘They are more considerate and appreciative than a young colt who is merely up for a quick fuck only to pass on to another partner without as much as a thank you.’
‘Surely, you’re something of a young colt yourself?’ I replied. ‘You have every advantage of youth, good looks and opportunity.’
‘My advantages give me the opportunity to please men like you,’ he replied. ‘I am sure that you appreciate what we have done together far more than some twink who can just rollover and take the next cock up his ass.’
It was then that I took the hint. Jason was asking in a discreet way for a ‘donation’ from me and I was more than happy to put a few dollars in his pocket. By the time our weekend together had come to an end he had proved to be worthy of his hire!’
Craiger
JUB Addict
I have searched and searched my backyard, but alas, I have no pool to entice some young virile colt to practice his swimming. Maybe if I were to put on a few more years and obtain a few more dollars I could attract one. It's certainly worth a try......... Thanks, Auto!
Craiger
It's certainly worth a try......... Thanks, Auto!Craiger
Hey, Chaz, got a spare shovel? We can share!
Great interlude, Auto.
Great interlude, Auto.