Sometimes mystery is better than reality
Alon was watching Craig, he was crushing so hard on this beautiful redhead that his chest hurt. It had never developed this soon or this urgent. This was new and excruciating. After two years at the Academy watching all sorts of sexual activity, and when the slightest hint of nakedness comes into view, Alon's hard-on is always present. Sometimes embarrassingly so. Today no erection, maybe this crush is founded on something other than sex. This is a perfect day.
"Are you dragging me away somewhere, Alon?" The smile was not lustful or even suggestive, it was pure curiosity.
"Would you come with me if I asked? You're too big for me to drag anywhere."
The two were puppies grinning stupidly at each other. Their young lives had been crowded with "sex for sex sake", this feeling was something brand new. For them both.
"I come with a little baggage " said Craig.
"Unpack yours and I'll unpack mine"Alon wasn't sure he'd hear anything Craig said , he kept focusing on the redhead's lips. Thinking ' how could they look so moist and kissable in this fucking heat? When mine feel like sandpaper?'
"Split from home right after I graduated, had a little cash and a backpack of my shit and went to LA. What a fucking rude wake up call that was. Found a cheap motel and started 'escorting' ; in other words I was a street whore. Tough life, that. Met some guys with real scary stories. Runaways and guys kicked out for being queer. Some guys were young. I mean too young...
I started having sex pretty early I think but there were guys on the street that called me the old fuck. . Truth was, who wants a Dino like me when they can fuck a chicken for the same price.......usually less.?"
The boys's fingers were intertwined, gazes never dropped from being eye to eye. Alon smiled, Craig was thinking how to continue but Alon's face gave him pause. He looked happy. A little dopey, but happy.
Craig thought for a minute to remember where he left off with his story, "One of my regular tricks was an older guy, I mean old like a grandpa guy. Always thought he might croak while he blew me. We never fucked, he just wanted my dick in his mouth. Nice guy. Lived with him for a while; still tricking, though. He got me to take my fan page seriously. Started getting some attention, did colabs, met a guy my age said I should check this place out....and here I am.
"That's it? You've only been on your own for what? Like a month?" Alon was skeptical; he was sure Craig had a long history being alone.
"More like three I think. Been here at the resort a couple weeks. Keeping under the radar, getting into the hotel by holding some random guys hand." The redhead saw Alon's disbelief, "Honest. That's it?!"
Alon pulled his hand away and rolled to his back. Arms now crossed on his chest. "There has to be more than that!! My story will a take couple hours not just a few minutes to tell. Craig had to smile, they were the same age but Alon seemed so much younger.
"Okay smartass so let's hear it. I've an hour or so. Come on!! I want to hear your story, I'm sure it's bad-ass." It was clear Craig spoke with sarcasm.
"Ok..."bitch "...I lived with my grandparents til I was 17. The story was that my parents had died in a car accident, but when I learned the truth I bugged out." Alon paused, the retelling was bringing back all the feelings.
"So what was the truth?"
Alon turned back to the boy he was madly crushing on, "When I was four my folks...'loving parents that they were'...left me at my grandparents to watch while they "went out".....they never came back."
Alon turned red, the feelings of anger never really far away. Tears were forming in his eyes.
"Harsh!! Fuck, thought my fosters were bad. You definitely win!!"
"Asshole! Fucking asshole!!" Alon was allowing a smile to ease the thought of betrayal away.Craig held Alon's hand again. Interlacing fingers. Alon continued......
Nyah and Lolly had been left to their own devices; Spencer and Rick headed to the "Daddy day care" room and Alon and Craig had just disappeared.
"What do you think?"
Lolly was finishing making the beds while Nyah emptied trash into a receptacle some other steward had left in the hallway.
"We can make some tips....that is if you're not chicken". Accepting tips was not allowed at the hotel. Guests were requested to designate a certain amount for the stewards when they paid their bills. Getting them directly from the guest was verboten. That didn't stop Nyah and Lolly. They posted "special" services were available on a private chat site of which not all of the guests were aware.
Lolly looked at his phone. Loading up the chat site.
"Here's two guys who want to take videos of 'someone ' fucking their 'houseboy'. Probably another steward. But up for fucking."
Nyah sighed and stared at his fellow steward. "Videos are not allowed, Lolly. They ALWAYS end up online. You know what happens then."
"Big deal, we're suspended for a week or two so we go across the street and intern until these tight asses call us back......And you know they always do!"
"Ok you first, I'll join after I check in. I'm telling the desk we're staying in A12 the rest of the day" Nyah said. Lolly could tell he wasn't real excited about this.
Lolly gave him a kiss and a friendly grope and left for the rendezvous. Room 237 in the resort, a suite no less.
"Damn Lolly!! How many loads you got in there?" Nyah had just walked into room 237. Lolly was on the bed ass up, one hand underneath his ass catching the jizz draining from his ass.
"Only one". A third steward said, who now held the iPhone camera pointed upward at an asshole being roughly fucked. The two resort guests.
"Ray, the one getting railed left two loads in your buddy's ass. That's number two, the one that's still dripping. You should have seen the first one. I sucked it all out though; must have been a week's worth.
Lolly, whose head was face down in the blankets. "Yeah, blubbering and complaining the whole time"
"If you didn't have so many butt-burps he could have eaten in peace." The man fucking his suite mate , Nyah figured were the occupants of the suite, had begun a furious jackhammering.
"That should be a classic shot; bet some of that spunk will end up on your camera lens" Nyah said.
"Can you quit with the handy advice and help me out here? That guy's, Ray's, second load was almost as big as his first." Lolly please but chuckled.
Nyah sucked the creamy goo off Lolly's hand, then he proceeded to lick up what was dribbling on the perineum and then began sucking from Lolly's asshole. "Tastes like cherry flavored milk. Not bad"
The man who was fucking Ray slammed his cock deep as his orgasm overwhelmed him; so strong was it that the two men flopped forward. "He was drinking cherries and vodka last night. How many did you have, my little bitch?"
"Fuck you!!" The only sound made besides his exclamations while being fucked by his partner.
"He had the bartender put as many cherries as would fit in the tall cocktail glass then fill it with Grey Goose". The two men were now laying on the bed together. . "How many did you have, baby? Six or seven?"
"Fuck you!" Now it had been four words.
The boy with the camera rose from the floor, "You were right. The lens is all jizzy, how do you clean something like this. " to no one in particular.
"Q tip" Nyah answered.
"One of you boys still hungry? " Ray's partner asked. "The fountain is about to spray!!"
The man laying on the bed rose to his knees, butt facing the room and a slow trickle oozed from his hole.
"Better hurry, let's not stain the carpet "
The third steward, Jrue, knelt behind the oozing hole with an open mouth. Within seconds a stream of the white gooey cum shot out covering the stewards face and flooding his mouth.
"Now that should be on video!!" Nyah smiled as he and Lolly watched this uniquely ridiculous scene.
Jrue loved it; rubbing it over his face. "My face mask!! I'm ready for the masquerade!!" The smiling boy was licking his lips.
"Masquerade ?" Nyah asked.
"Yeah, today is the costume party. We actually have to wear something to get in. This is my costume, my 'mask' ".......why don't we all wear cum as our costumes?"
"That's sick!! But I like it!!!" Lolly said, always the kinkiest in the room.
"You mean we have to wear clothes to go to the party?" Nyah was unbelieving.
"NO!!! Not clothes!! Body decoration like nipple clips, chastity cages; some guys just come with those vibrating plugs in their asses. The ones with the tails? Some wear bunny ears, or puppy tails. The furries are the only ones who cover much, even they have their junk exposed."
Nyah and Lolly had retreated to the hotel after their freelance trick with the guys at the resort. They had made several videos while there, all of which the men said were for their own personal viewing. The stewards weren't naive enough to believe that!!
Spencer had spent a day on the Slave/Master platform. His body was covered with bite marks, marks from having been whipped and caned. He wouldn't let anyone touch his junk; the master had punished him with icyhot on his dick which still hadn't cleaned off. He lay face down on the big bed, Alon and Rick flanking him.
"Damn Spence, I couldn't believe it when they fucked you with your asshole covered with that stuff. Bad enough that it got on your dick."
Spenser feebly raised his hand, "IN MY DICK!!!"
Alon and Rick had watched the whole scene, start to finish. No one had slept. Alon and Rick had each fucked random guys who were also watching. The audience had more actual sex than Spencer ; he was basically abused for the duration.
"Am I still alive?" Spencer spoke in a raspy voice; the guys had to laugh.
"You got what you asked for; your ass looks awful, Spencer. " Rick was always brutally frank. He softly touched his friend's red butt cheek. "Damn that's red"
A muffled "uh huh" came from the prone boy. His groaning began when Rick tried wiping some left over icyhot from Spencer's crack. "You want me to try to get this stuff off?"
"I tried already.....but that makes it feels a little better" Spencer raised his butt a couple inches, encouraging Rick to continue wiping a finger down his crack.
Rick smirked at Alon and the stewards. "So you doing this again anytime soon? Or did you get fucked enough?"
"They barely touched my ass the whole time. Just after they sprayed me with liquid fire ....fuck!! My dick hurts. How long until this shit wears off? " Spencer writhed, his wounds were going to be painful for a day or more.
Rick ran his finger around the still burning asshole of his friend. That finger nudged into the hole; Spencer didn't respond. Rick started to slowly finger fuck the still wet hole; then two fingers; then a faster pace which caught Spencer's attention.
"Umm... that still burns like hell, buddy." Spencer said.
"I have an idea that might help. Something I read in Rice's 'Sleeping Beauty' "
"Oh fuck, don't you dare".
But it was too late, Rick's fingers were replaced by his hard-on.
