At 10, I ordered a hearty breakfast from Room Service. It being Monday, I was confident Bob would be watching for an order and likely seize upon the chance to deliver it. I’m confident he was kicking himself for not having tapped Lily’s ass when he had the chance. To better set him up, I asked that it be delivered at 10:30 and be brought into the suite as I might be finishing in the shower. Of course, I was finished showering well ahead of the delivery time. I was eager to see the look on his face when I walked out of the bathroom.
Mind you I have never tried gay activities but the events of the past week certainly opened a door to me that might indicate I was more bisexual than I had allowed myself to think. Perhaps it was time to test some deeper waters. At this point, my plan was to have the shower running, turning it off just as the breakfast was rolled into the room. I would make Bob wait a nominal time as if drying myself. Then I would walk out clad in a towel to what was likely to be a shocked look on his face.
A couple minutes in advance, I start the water. Right on cue, there is a knock at the door. After a minute, there is a second knock. Suddenly I wondered if the message had not been relayed or it wasn’t Bob delivering. Concern was short lived as I hear the door jiggle open. As I turn off the water, I hear Bob’s whiny voice announce “Room Service. You’re delivery is ready.”
I grin at the pending disappointment to be experienced by Bob. After just a minute and still before I was ready to walk out, I hear Bob call out, “Hey c’mon. Don’t keep me waiting. Get your ass out here, I’ve got something to deliver right here.”
You might say I was a little shocked by his forwardness but I stayed with my plan. After another minute plus, I made some noise in the bathroom to let him know I was getting ready. As I ready myself to go to the other room,
Bob blurts out, “Let’s move it, I’ve got just what you ordered the other day and it’s waiting for you here in bed.”
Now I am not sure who was more shocked when I walked into the other room. There Bob laid with his erection tenting the cover sheet.
I scream out, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my room?”
Bob was frozen from sheer terror. As he stuttered and stammered, unable to find words, he clambered from the bed trying to cover himself with the sheet. I grabbed the clothes he had laid on the chair so that he couldn’t flee.
I again repeated, “Who the fuck are you and why the hell are your clothes off? And what the hell you mean ‘You got what I ordered the other day’? Are you the SOB that Lily told me about? Are you Bob?”
BOB: “My name is Bob, but I don’t know any Lily. I’m so sorry, I’m room service, but I must have the wrong room.”
ME: “Yeah, you’re the one she told me about. Delivered room service and then threatened to call security.”
BOB: “Oh that girl. It was a complete misunderstanding since you had not indicated you had a guest when you checked in.”
ME: “So you threatened to call security unless she gives you some fun.”
BOB: “I’m sorry. I thought she was a hooker taking advantage of you.”
ME: “Even if she was a hooker, and she wasn’t, she would have been my hooker and that doesn’t give you the right to force her to pleasure you. I need to call your boss and get them up here to see how you treat the guests. Let you explain how you made her suck your cock. And how you fucked her. And how you returned intending to have more sex both the other day and today.”
BOB: “No, please don’t. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll get your entire stay comp’d as well as all the food.”
ME: “To hell with that, you need to be taught a lesson and taken down a notch.”
BOB: “Please don’t call my boss. If I got canned for this, I’d never get another hotel job around here. And truth be known, servicing some of the guests is the only sex I get.”
ME: “What? You do guests frequently?”
BOB: “Not frequently, but sometimes there are older women that have had a few and want to hop into bed for a quickie.”
ME: “So you service the guests do you? Well maybe what’s good for the gander is good for the goose.”
BOB: “Oh no, I don’t do it with guys.”
Moving to pick up the phone by the bed I say: “Have it your way.”
BOB: “No! Wait! There’s got to be another way.”
ME: “The way I see it, you threatened and took advantage of a young lady in my room by fucking her and making her suck you off, you came back a second time to screw her ass but popped your cork before it went anywhere and then returned today for a third time planning to fuck her. Am I seeing something incorrectly?
BOB: “No but there’s gotta be something else we can work out.”
ME: “I see a bit of poetic justice and I’m giving about a minute more to decide if you want me to call or not.”
Bob hemmed and hawed a moment before asking: “What are you going to make me do?”
ME: “Nothing more than you did to Lily.”
BOB: “Oh no, I’ve never…”
Picking up the phone: “Okay, then call it is.”
BOB: “Wait. Just one and promise you won’t cum.”
ME: “Seriously? Did you cum in Lily’s mouth? If you had fucked her ass, were you gonna cum? Was your erection today for show and you had no intention of cumming today? No, it’s simple. I will cum where and when I want.”
BOB: “But…”
ME: “I’m tired of your stalling, I’m gonna make the call.”
BOB: “No! Shit! I don’t want to do this, but I will.”
ME: “Then get over here on your knees bitch. Time is wasting.”
Bob walks around the bed, losing the sheet he used to cover himself. His cock had shrunk to a short couple of inches of soft tissue. As he gets past the corner in front of me, he lowers slowly to his knees. In the time it took him to walk to me, I could feel my cock start to swell. While this was going to be the first time I let a guy suck me, there was something arousing about it. As I dropped the towel, my semi-rigid cock pushed out. Bob’s eyes got big and you could see fear cross his face. While still not fully erect, my cock was of decent size, 6-plus inches and almost 2 inches wide.
ME: “Get over here and suck bitch. I want it good and hard. No hands, just your mouth and tongue.”
As Bob got closer, one could see a grimace on his face. Because it was still not erect, he had to lower his mouth down beneath the head to capture it in his mouth. At first, he held only the head between his lips applying minimal suction. That was fine by me as it gave me a chance to get hard. Once it was standing at attention, I decided I was gonna enjoy a guy sucking me as much as I did girls.
Recalling what Bob had said to me: “Wrap your lips around it and start sucking. Take it into your mouth and use that tongue of yours.”
Bob looked up at me almost as if he recognized the line. About then, I thrust forward and four inches fill his mouth and rock him back a little. He starts to reach up for my cock and I blurt out, “I said ‘No hands’.” Stopping short, he places them on my thighs and I say, “Not even there. Just put then in your lap or play with yourself.”
I started a rhythm sliding my cock in and out of his mouth. He tried remaining passive in his action but to keep him on edge, I would sometimes push it deeper into his throat, holding his head from pulling back or other times pull it from his mouth and order him to lick it up and down.