EVERYTHING HAD TURNED OUT EXACTLY THE WAY HE WANTED IT TO. HE FINISHED SCHOOL WITH GOOD GRADES AND HAD DECIDED TO TAKE A YEAR OFF BEFORE GOING TO UNIVERSITY. HE WANTED TO TRAVEL, SEE THE WORLD. BUT IN ORDER TO DO SO HE NEEDED MONEY. THE JOB WORKING THE MONRING SHIFT IN THE HOTEL WAS JUST PERFECT. NOW HE WAS DOING HIS LAST DELIVERY OF THE DAY AND WHILE ALREADY THINKING ABOUT SPENDING THE AFTERNOON AT THE POOLSIDE, HE KNOCKED ON THE DOOR OF THE ROOM. “ROOM SERVICE…”
There was no answer so he knocked again and opened the with his hotel key. The guest staying here did mention to deliver inside the room anyway. He walked in and realized the bedroom was empty. “Where do you want me to put it,” he called out. A pleasant voice coming from behind answered: “That’s a bit of a leading question, isn’t it.” He turned to see the owner of the voice walking out of the bathroom, with a white hotel towel wrapped around the waist, his lean torso still wet from the shower. The hotel guest was a handsome men, early thirties, well built and completely comfortable with his almost nakedness. “I meant the tray,” the boy stammered. The guest smiled at his discomfort. “Just put it on the table over there,” he said. “Do you mind if I check that I’m happy with what you’ve got?”
He was sure the guest winked at him as he said it and he started to feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The man walked over to the table, brushing past him with the faintest of touch. “It looks good to me,” he said, looking at the tray. He turned around and looked the hotel employee in the eyes, following his discovery with “Good enough to eat” and another of those unnerving smiles. The nerves were even worse now. Was this man flirting with him? And was that a bulge starting to grow under his towel? He told himself off for even looking, let alone speculating on what might be happening underneath that single piece of material.
He watched the man moved away from the table and while doing so his towel lost its grip and fell to the floor. To his amazement, the man made no effort to cover himself, and stood there with his very obvious erection fully on display. By now he himself was rock hard and he felt his manhood straining against the material of his uniform trousers. The man started to slowly stroke himself while he was watching, unable to move or avert his eyes. “Would you like a turn,” the guest asked. He couldn’t believe his luck and nodded mutely, while appalling objections at the same time. Amused by his confusion, the man smiled even broader at him, walked towards him, lowered his zip and undid his waistband button. When he felt his trousers drop, he knew he was lost. All reason had left his thoughts and all he could think about was the naked man in front of him. –BM-