Gay Erotic Stories

During my senior year in college, I took an evening job at the local franchise of a national hotel chain. The third floor of the hotel was known as the executive level. For an additional cost, guests could stay on that floor and have benefit of some extra amenities. One of them was a lounge which was for their use only. In the morning, a continental breakfast was served. In the evening, light hors d'oeuvres and drinks were available. I was the evening host of the Executive Club. I was responsible for setting up the food, serving drinks, recommending local restaurants and attractions, et cetera. One evening around 8:00, a guest came into the lounge. Average height, well groomed, dressed in a very nice suit. He ordered a Gin & Tonic very businesslike, sat down, and began looking through the evening paper. He had a European accent--probably German. He signed the drink voucher "J. O'Connell 325"and went back to his paper. He was quite handsome--would have even been more so if he smiled. With him apparently settled, I went back to the other guests in the lounge. A few minutes later, he asked if I knew of a good restaurant nearby. I gave him the name of a restaurant just two blocks over. It was getting close to the end of my shift. I was breaking down the evening set-up and preparing things for breakfast the next day when Mr. O'Connell came back into the lounge. He returned to his earlier spot and recommenced with reading the local paper. I asked him how his dinner was. He said it was fine and thanked me. I asked him if he wanted anything, he replied no. I was in the kitchenette but was able to see Mr. O'Connell through the pass through. Through the corner of my eye, I saw him adjusting himself. I didn't think much of it. European men often are more open with that kind of thing and thought nothing of it. He later asked if the hotel provided turn down service. I answered while looking up from what I was doing, "I turned down your room earlier tonight." Now looking at him, I could tell he was not referring to having a mint put on his pillow. He had put down his paper and was leaned back into his chair. His left hand was tracing the outline of his now very hard dick along the inside of his pant leg as he looked me square in the eye. I moved to the doorway of the kitchenette. The very cheap polyester uniform suits we had were very thin. It was not difficult for him to see I was equally interested. He got up and came over towards me. I told him it was almost time for me to close the lounge. I told him I could come by on my way out to make sure had had everything he needed. He said he would like that and began to tell me his room number. I interjected at the same time saying "325". We both smiled. I quickly closed up shop, clocked out, and went back by room 325. Knocking lightly on the door, it was soon opened by a now more casually dressed Mr. O'Connell. He was wearing just his dress shirt and boxers. I quickly entered so as not to be seen. I no sooner had the door closed when Mr. O'Connell planted a big kiss on me and drew me near. I think we both had been hard since we saw each other earlier. His room had two double beds. One had his suitcase and his clothes on it. He began removing my uniform and placing the items on the bed. First my jacket, then my tie. I kicked off my shoes and socks, and took off my pants. We were now even. We went back to kissing, only this time we were in the middle of the room in front of the mirror over the dresser. It was so exciting to see me and this hot guy making out and getting naked. And getting naked we did. We were about the same height and build--our dicks lined up beautifully together. Grabbing both his and mine, I made one big dick and started stroking our member. We both just stared down admiring--is this what they mean when they say two heads are better then one? We stayed standing facing each other for awhile longer. Our hands roaming all over each others body. Cupping his tight ass in my hands as he ran his fingers through the hair on the back of my head. I bent over and nibbled on his nipples while he took his dick and traced it along the side of my leg. He soon took me by the hand and lead me to the bed. Fortunately, I could still see ourselves in the mirror. Now lying down, we resumed our groping. Mr. O'Connell starting kissing my chest and started the magical route downward, past my navel, until it reached my now very engorged cock. First, he tenderly took hold of me and admired my cock for a moment. Gently, he leaned towards it and licked the drop of pre-cum that had developed. And, just as gently, he took me into his mouth. His tongue slid gracefully around the head. This was the kind of tip I had been hoping to get since I started working here. I watched in the mirror as he serviced me. Not one to be selfish, I pivoted on the bed into a 69 position and returned the favor. To suck and be sucked at that time--what a treat. Mr. O'Connell, wanted to change position again. This time I was on my back and he lay on top of me, only lower on the bed. He positioned himself so that our dicks were able to line up again. He then recreated the partnership our dicks and, with both hands, started to jack us both off. Oh, it was great. Soon, we both were at the point of no return. Just a few more strokes and we both came. Our cum sprayed out across my chest, neck and chin. You can tell it was a long foreplay--the cum was hot! Mr. O'Connell collapsed on top of me, our wet juices between us. Unfortunately, it was getting late. Mr. O'Connell had an early meeting tomorrow and I needed to get out of the hotel (it was against hotel rules for employees to fraternize with the guests). I helped my guest get cleaned up. He thanked me for the turn down service. The company motto and required response, "My pleasure" for the first time felt genuine.