Started Back In ‘06
It had started back in the winter of 06. I had been a hotel Guest Service Representative for about 4 months. Just having past my probation 4 weeks earlier I was loving it, making higher than minimum wage and being able to save some money for the future. My girlfriend was extremely proud of me as well, saying she couldn’t believe how much progress I had made on the job front. Being that I had found it hard to keep down a job previously, this one was suiting me just fine.
I should explain that I haven’t always had tendencies towards men, I used to be just as homophobic as the majority of guys you meet on the street. But I think it all stemmed from when I was around the age of 14 or 15. Having been taken out of school at grade 8 I didn’t get the high school experience like most boys at that age, perhaps I missed out on the whole girlfriend thing. I think another reason would have been because I had never thought myself to be good looking per se, being a bit overweight did wonders for my self esteem. Perhaps I thought guys would treat me better? Or that they are less likely to judge and more likely to just do it, so to speak.
That was back then however. Now a days, though still being a bit over weight I find myself to be a very handsome young man, not being egotistical just stating what I see in the mirror. I do think though having a girlfriend does amazing things for ones self esteem as well. An other that makes you feel like you belong, and makes you feel wanted and needed as well. Makes you think perhaps your not so bad after all.
So there I was, 21 years old working at a little quaint hotel on the north side of my town. It being right by the highway and bar we would always get stragglers coming in either dead tired or dead drunk wanting rooms. We also had our union workers. You know the kind, railway workers, construction workers, police officers and the like. We always had them staying for a few weeks at a time, keeping our business flowing. It was great. Always meeting new people, interacting with many different personalities. You get people that are funny and people that are down right rude, but all were interesting in their own way.
Going back to the tendencies I guess I should explain a few things. Back then all I had wanted from a man was to pleasure him. It fascinated me watching porn how the girls would go down on the men. How deep they could go and how much they just seemed to love it. Of course this was porn they were supposed to act that way, but none the less it fascinated me. I also must admit that when it comes to taste in guys I am EXTREMELY shallow, only wanting one thing, a big cock. I would search endlessly for porn that starred guys with big cocks. The bigger the cock the hotter the guy seemed. It is funny that I am this way because with women it is the complete opposite, I only want some that loves me and someone that I can love in return, but with men I am all about fuckin’ and suckin’. Or rather hard core sex with them. My biggest fantasy was to go down on a beautiful large cock and have the guy blow his load down my throat, I dreamt of putting the head of the cock in my mouth for the first time, and what it would be like, taste like. The smell, the sensation on my tongue. Feeling the flesh of a mans cock get harder and tighter as I slowly put it into my mouth for the first time. The nights I jacked off to this you couldn’t count on all the toes in China. Cut or uncut, bent (but not too bent) or straight, I loved the look of a nice big juicy cock.
It wasn’t though till halfway through December that things started to change for me. Or not so much change but get interesting. I had switched from doing daily Front Desk work to doing our Nightly Audit. It involved 3 hours of work and 5 hours of free time. It was, in my opinion, the easiest job I had ever had. During the nights you sort of gain a rep with a lot of the regulars. The railway workers were a hoot to talk to as they all seemed to be comedic genius’, no matter what mood I was in they could make me laugh like nobodies business. Then you’d always get your grumpy business men who by talking to them you would think all they wanted to do was sleep but no they would stand there for hours just chatting away, I attributed that to them being lonely. We also had the police officers coming in at 3 in the morning from their late shift.
There was one in particular however that I had gotten to know a fair bit. He had been coming for over 2 weeks, staying because of some dispute up in another town west of me. Every morning at 3:30 he would come in and we would chat it up for a half hour and then he would head to his room on the second floor to sleep. Police men were of course paired up in 2 beds so as to save cost on rooms for the company. But there was never 2 officers in the same room at a time. As one left to go to work, the other would come in to sleep. Brian (the police officer I had gotten to know) as I said would come in and we would chat for awhile, and then he would take off to bed.
It was this way till near the end of December when he had called me at about 4am because of a broken heater in his room. He explained to me that is was “damn near freezing” and needed in taken care of right away. No problem I said. I had had much experience fixing heaters back home. So I locked up took the maintenance mans tool box and head to his room. he was at the very far end of the building almost secluded from the rest of the guests, he must have liked it this way because he never complained.
241, 243, 245, ah here I was. I knocked gently on the door, announcing in a low voice it was Mike from the Front Desk. As he opened the door for me I nearly dropped the tool box. There he was naked as the day he was born, nothing on but a bath towel. Apparently what had happened was that as he had set the heat he quickly jumped in to the hot shower, not really waiting for the heat to actually kick in. Of course when he got out of the shower he, as he said, “damn near froze to death”. He had been spending the time in the washroom, which was still steamy and warm from his shower. Being about 35 at the time I’d say he was in top shape, not robustly built but not letting himself go either. I couldn’t help but notice him.
As I had started work on the heater he had been silent, sitting on the bed behind me watching me work away. A bit disturbed by this I struck up a conversation. The topic? The heater of course! I asked him if it had been working previously, and to his knowledge it had been. All he or I could think of was that the previous officer had messed it up. “Damn hard isn’t it” I had exclaimed while tinkering with the heater. “Sure is” he agreed. As I knelt down there trying to focus on the heater, all I could think of was him. I kept thinking about his smoothly shaved chest, his strong chiseled arms and the little bit of stubble he always seemed to have, gave him a gruffness that drove me nuts. My mind went back to my fantasies about giving head and big dicks. Focusing back on the heater I had decided it wasn’t getting fixed tonight, looked to be missing a few parts, so I turned to tell him that I didn’t think I could fix it, and it was then that I caught a glimpse of his cock from underneath his towel. From what I had seen it looked to be fairly large and cut. I’d say about 5 and a half inches soft. I had averted my eyes the second I saw, though I had a sneaking suspicion he had noticed.
“Well no worries he said I guess I can always stay in the washroom” He said as he laughed heartily. “Just be thankful you have a towel to cover up with, wouldn’t want to get shrinkage” I retorted. We both laughed. As he was laughing I had caught another glimpse of his cock. This time my gaze lasted a little longer. Perhaps too long as I flicked my eyes upward I noticed he had stopped laughing and was staring at me cock eyed (pun intended) At that point, thoroughly embarrassed, I apologized, and went to get up. But he had placed a firm hand on my shoulder and told me it was alright. He had no problem with it, he wasn’t shy about his body. And to ultimately prove his point he dropped his towel all together. It was all I could do to not outright stare. I kept looking down at the floor then back up to his cock.
It was incredibly good looking. Hung nicely, cut perfectly, I was wrong about the size though, it looked to be more like 6 inches soft. I also noticed that his balls were even shaved clean. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life, and out of reflex I became rock hard right then and there. I was determined to stay knelt down as to hide my raging hard on. But he was determined to tease me. His hands sliding up and down the shaft as if to say “Ya I know my cock is great” I could feel myself licking my lips ever so slightly, and he must have noticed too because he took a few steps forward nearly dropping the head of his cock right into my mouth.
“Go on” he said. “We both know you want it” That was for fucking sure! But I was hesitant. I had never done anything like this before, dreamt about it many times, but I never actually thought it would happen, yet here I was. “Come on, give it a lick. It won’t bite” with that he gave me a sly wink. With that I slowly opened my mouth, letting my tongue out ever so slightly I licked the precum off the head of his cock. It was different than what I thought it would be, salty but somehow really good. I became more adventurous and licked the whole shaft, starting at the head and going to the end where I could smell his clean musky scent. It drove me wild.
I reached up with my right hand and slowly grasped his slowly hardening cock in my hand. It was so soft. Like babies skin. I opened up my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth. It was everything I thought it would be plus more. Having his dick in my mouth nearly made me cum right then and there. I held back however and slowly brought his dick further into my mouth. I could feel it getting hard quickly, overwhelming my mouth with its size.
By the time he was fully hard he must have been at least 10 inches. As I was working my way down the side of his shaft, consuming all that I could, letting all my sense go to work on what I was doing, he stopped me short. Surprised, I looked up and he told me to follow him to the washroom where it was warmer. Silently I walked behind him, into the washroom. He closed the door and locked it. Misty and bright I could now really check him out in full. Firm belly, nicely chiseled arms, shapely back, neatly trimmed where it counted. I don’t normally check out guys asses, but his was pretty fine. Looked to be fully clean shaven too.
As I stood there for a moment looking at him he brought his hands up to my shoulders and gently pushed me back down to his throbbing cock. As I grasped his dick in both of my hands again I could feel his dick jump a little. Running my hands up and down his shaft I brought my mouth back up to the head of his dick making sure I ran my tongue along the bottom. Being a man myself I know how much I love that, and I could tell he loved it just as much. Gently placing his hands on the back of my head he pushed my head down on his cock. Freeing my hands I let them explore his waist. Bringing my left hand to his balls I gently gave them a firm squeeze. Moaning he pushed my head more firmly on his cock. This turned me on to such an extent I could not help but moan as well.
As I knelt there giving this man, this police officer no less, a blow job I couldn’t help but be blown away by what I was actually doing. My dreams and my fantasies were actually finally coming true. It was so hot, and I was so horny I simply had to jack my self off right there. I threw out my dick and started squeezing it and jacking it quickly, until I came all over his feet. At the height of my orgasm though having convulsed so much I had sucked deeper and harder on his cock inducing his orgasm as well. He held my head right against his cock, as he shot load after load down my throat. I swallowed it all, and it all tasted so good. I can honestly say that was the best orgasm of my life.
A few minutes later I felt his cock softening in my mouth. Wanting to do him a favour I cleaned him up with my tongue. He appreciated that a lot I think. After we had cleaned up and gotten dressed, I apologized for not being able to fix his heater. He told me it was no problem and perhaps he would give me another call tomorrow night to see if I could, as he said, get a heads up on it tomorrow. Agreeing I walked down back to the front desk, finished my shift, went home to bed, waiting eagerly for the next day to arrive.