Room Service by Cucciolo

Old sayings seem to get handed down from generation to generation so I suppose there must be a lot of truth in them. I remember one my mom used to use all the time when I shied off meeting girls. It came in very handy recently. It was "Faint heart never won fair lady" or something like that. I think she gave up after a while and realized I was more interested in meeting fair men although she never openly admitted it. I put the theory to the test last week and am happy to say it worked. Mind you, it took a hell of a lot of courage to take the first step in seducing Andrew Logan.

For starters he was a famous soap-opera star and was besieged by fans everywhere he went. And he was straighter than a flagpole. At least that's the impression you got from the media, tabloids and all the twitter magazines. He didn't have a bodyguard exactly but he was usually surrounded by production staff and the like. He was also keeping a low profile because he'd just come out of rehab although his press agent tried to play that part of his life down.

I was working in a hotel as a part-time bartender and fulltime Andrew Logan watcher. He was there incognito and we were all under orders not to reveal his identity. I'd been observing him reveal his buffed body for days on end as he stretched out on his lounge bed beside the pool. I'd even served him orange juice though he never came to the bar. Too much temptation I suppose. He had the best pecs I'd ever drooled over. In fact his muscles were in all the right places and there was one muscle I couldn't wait to see. Judging by the size of his feet, especially his big toes, I'd guessed it must be pretty huge. He also had a great face, which used to be capped by fair silky hair that fell seductively over his forehead but he'd had it cut off real short. For some role or other I supposed. Actors were always changing their appearance. I mean you only have to look at Brad Pitt. And who wouldn't!

I'd seen his eyes brushing the butts of scantily clad girls in bikinis quite a few times and once I could have sworn he was showing interest in some good looking jock so he probably swung both ways. It may be wishful thinking but I'm convinced that guys so into their bodies are potentially gay and just need the right circumstances to let it all hang out so to speak. Once, from my vantage point in the bar, I'd watched him during a photo session by the pool. I almost steamed up the plate glass window as he adjusted his legs and meat-pack to give just that little extra to the camera lens. He was really turned on. It didn't seem to matter to him that the photographer was a man. Later I'd seen the photos in a magazine and they were real hot. I put the centre-fold on my bedroom wall and jerked off to it. I lay awake at night thinking up ways to insinuate myself into his life.

A few years ago, while on holiday in Morocco, I was told by the restaurant waiter that if I left my supper tray outside the door I'd get very personal room service first thing in the morning. I didn't understand him at first but then realized it was an open invitation for a waiter to slip between your sheets. I tried it out on a second visit but somebody must have put a ban on the practice and nothing happened. Anyway, it gave me the idea to take a supper tray to Andrew Logan's room and bluff my way into his bed. I hadn't fully figured out the exact mechanics but I was sure if I got him alone he wouldn't be able to resist my charms. Fools rush in where angels - but not Cucciolo - fear to tread.

I waited until I saw him go up to his room after his evening swim. I gave him what I thought was adequate time for a shower and knocked on his door. And he, for his part, gave me what turned out to be the first of a series of surprises. The first surprise was that he opened the door and the second was to see his half-naked body at such close quarters. I was within pecking distance of his pecs.

He was only wearing a very small towel and had obviously come straight from the shower.

"Room service," I said confidently although I'm sure my knees and the tray were shaking.

"I didn't ask for room service," he said.

"Oh," I replied, standing there like somebody who'd just gatecrashed a party.

"Don't I recognize you?" he said.

So he'd been observing me too. Another surprise.

"I usually work in the bar but I'm replacing someone who's sick." I stammered.

"You'd better come in," he said, "I'm dripping all over the floor. Anyway I could use a sandwich."

He stepped aside and I entered the hallowed halls. Finally got my tuccus over his threshold. I couldn't believe it. I put the tray down on his bedside table and then hovered. I was so embarrassed. Now I was there I didn't know what to do. I certainly didn't want to turn tail and go.

Fortunately, he saved the day. "What do you do besides supply guests with food and drink?"

"I'm a physiotherapist," I lied. "I work here in the summer to help pay the winter bills."

"Isn't that like massage?" he asked.

"Sort of. It's just a bit more specific." I said. "I have to learn about bone structure, nerve endings, even psychology. It's pretty complex."

"Actually my nerve endings could do with some trimming," he said smiling. "You knocked on the right door after all. My personal trainer doesn't work nights."

Once again I didn't know what to do but I remembered what my mom had said about fair ladies. I spoke with all the calmness I could muster.

"Let me ring down and sort out the room mix up and I'll be right with you."

He went into the bathroom. I imagined changing into something more comfortable or appropriate. Personally I would have preferred him straight from the shower all wet and slippery. I pretended to call a colleague and told him to take a tray to the right room. I tried to sound convincing although I was sure Andrew had already cottoned on to the game I was playing. I can be very transparent sometimes. He came back wearing a pair of boxer shorts. I'd been studying his body long enough to know he took great care of it so wasn't surprised to find he had a whole variety of body oils to choose from. He sat on a chair and I gave him a good neck and shoulder massage. One of my best. Then I rubbed oil into his scalp and gave him a head rub. He liked that. He made appreciative noises and sat right back in the chair so his shoulders almost came into contact with my hot crotch.

"You're good," he said.

"I'm only a student." I replied. "Hopefully I'll get better."

I was afraid my last remark may have sounded like a come-on but he made no comment so I let my hands slip gradually and almost imperceptibly from his head, back to his neck and shoulders and then down over his fabulous pecs. He tensed up a bit at this so I stopped for a moment.

"Don't stop," he said. "Nobody's ever massaged my tits before. It feels good."

I wanted to carry on and work my way down the front of him but thought better of it.

"Why don't you lie down on the bed to help the muscles in your neck relax?" I suggested.

We'd been complete strangers only minutes before but massages create their own intimacy and he did exactly as I said. Either he trusted me or I was making him feel horny. A bit of both I hoped.

He lay on his stomach and I started at his ankles and the backs of his legs.

"It's my neck that hurts," he said.

"Never heard the song about the hip bone being connected to the ankle bone and all that?"

"Sure," he said, "but it's just a song."

"Just keep thinking that," I said, "Then apologize to me when I get your body singing."

He didn't talk much after. Just let my soothing fingers do their work. I could feel his body giving up any resistance it might have had to my initial touch. I got bolder. I massaged under the tops of his legs - as far as I could get anyway - and worked my fingers slowly under his thighs. He didn't say anything but after a while he raised his hips slightly. Capitalizing on this I slid my hands under him so that my fingertips were almost touching the bottom of his ball sac.

"Want me to do your glutes?" I ventured.

Once again he didn't say anything but lifted his hips a little bit higher and started to insert the back of his thumbs into the elastic of his shorts. After a while I realized he was having a hard job getting them over his hard-on and gave him a hand. It's probably one of the most erotic sensations I've ever had. I couldn't believe I was pulling this famous guy's shorts down. It was awesome. So was his ass.

I kneaded his glutes like I was preparing the dough for a pizza. I knew by the way he responded that I was preparing us both for something special. I wasn't quite sure what yet but there was definitely a horny haze hanging in the air mixed with the musk of the oil I'd been using and the soapy scent coming from his recently washed balls. He was so relaxed now I thought he might have gone to sleep but he lifted those hips of his again and I caressed his nuts with the palm of my hand. He groaned and moved his body backwards and forwards like a baby on a swing. I knew then what it felt like having someone in the palm of your hand.

The whole thing was a bit like a dream or a movie script developing in directions not previously mapped out. As long as he didn't speak and as long as he let me do what I was doing to him it seemed that I was watching an episode from one of his shows rather than actually touching him in places no man had probably ever reached before. Uncharted territory. It was very exciting.

Encouraged by his complicity I passed from his nuts to the stem of his tree. It was some trunk I can tell you. His ass was almost in my face by now so I let my tongue take over from my fingers. He groaned again and seemed to welcome the nut basting I was giving him. Then with no warning that my tongue was going to leave his nuts, I went directly to his twitching asshole. This time he balked.

"Fuck man what are you doing to me? Don't you know I'm straight?"

Myself I always get straight to the point so I told him I wasn't doing anything a girl wouldn't do.

"Do you want me to stop?" I added.

Again he didn't answer so I gave him the tongue fuck of a lifetime and jerked him off as I did so.

His reaction was incredible. It gave me the courage to go on.

"Oh fuck man that's great. Oh fuck man where have you been all my life?"

This time it was my turn not to answer. I let my tongue and my hands do the talking. I touched his love button with the tip of my tongue and fist fucked his dick. He squirmed like a snake in heat.

"I knew you were on the make the moment you walked in the door," he hissed between his teeth as he continued to writhe beneath me, "but I never imagined you would make me feel this good."

Spurred on by this statement of truth I went in for the kill and rammed him with my tongue.

"Oh fuck man, fuck, fuck, fuck... Oh fuck man, you're getting me off... fuck, oh shit, oh fucking hell, suck my dick man, I'm going to cum. Suck my fucking dick for fuck's sake, don't let it all go to waste..."

I moved my mouth to his throbbing cock just in time to taste his load of cum. I had expected a bit of a deluge, considering the size of his dick and how long I'd been working him to a froth and a frenzy but wasn't prepared for quite such a mouthful. And chin-full. And face-full. Everything full. Some even went up my nose. And it tasted so good.

"Sorry babe," he said as he helped clean me up and lick my fingers, "But you've only got yourself to blame. You made me shoot so hard."

I was still fully clothed although the front of my pants was stained with pre-cum. It had been such an exciting trip. He got up and headed for the shower again. This is where I came in I thought. I felt highly pleased with myself but also a bit disappointed as he didn't ask me to join him and I had a distinct feeling I'd outstayed my welcome or he was expecting somebody else.

He must have read my mind.

"Don't mean to cum and run but I've got a dinner date and if I don't show I'm in the doghouse."

I was about to say something bitchy like 'don't you mean cathouse?' but thought better of it.

"Thanks for a great massage etc. Especially the etcetera. I really enjoyed that." he said.

Bastard, I thought feeling used but unfortunately not abused. I half expected him to give me a tip.

"I won't offend you by offering you money. How about we exchange favours tomorrow night?"

That made me feel a bit better but still a little cheap. I mean he could have invited me to dinner or something. But then I reminded myself that he couldn't exactly be seen in public with the bar-boy. It wasn't as if I was Julia Roberts or somebody and he did have his reputation to protect after all.

"What time do you get off work?"

"Eleven o'clock," I said.

"How about dinner for two in my room? I'll call room service."

At the time I thought it was his idea of a joke but the next evening he passed by the bar, had a glass of mineral water and pressed something in my hand. I thought it was a five-dollar bill or something but it was another kind of note. It said 'Don't forget our date.'

I gussied myself up and presented myself for the appointment. Every part of me was shaking. I must have given him something really special otherwise why would he be inviting me for seconds.

I knocked on the door. He was dressed this time. Silk shirt and designer jeans. He looked great. The dinner cart was there ahead of me. It really did look like a scene out of some movie.

"We have to celebrate my cumin out," he said, "although for now it'll have to be our little secret."

He handed me a glass of white wine and to my surprise took one himself.

I thought you weren't supposed to drink," I said before I could stop myself.

"I'm not supposed to do a lot of things including fuck you, which is what I want to do tonight."

Once again, in spite of the tingle in my dick, I felt a little cheap. Why couldn't he have said he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of my company or something trite like that? But I knew he was only calling a spade a spade and I so wanted him to plough a hole right through me. I'd had the hots for him for far too long and sure wasn't going to stand on ceremony. Just flat on my back with my legs in the air. I moved towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt. I wanted to see those pecs of his again and work my way down to his dick with my mouth. And, once again, he had no objections.

"It's a cold supper," he said as I got my lips round his hot dick. "We can eat it later."

His cock was already dripping and I soon had it oozing all over my chin. I made it wetter still with my saliva and licked down his shaft to the base of his balls. I gently chewed on them a bit until he satisfied me with his moans and then worked my way back up to his dickhead. I sipped the juice flowing from it and furrowed under his foreskin with my tongue moving it around in a circle until he moaned some more. Apparently, I was showing him something his girlfriends hadn't.

"Wow," is all he said as he thrust his dick further into my mouth. "Fucking wow."

My lips clamped down on him and my hands grasped his beautiful butt cups as I got as much of his meat down my throat as I could manage and drove him absolutely wild with my mouth movements. He gasped and he moaned. Man, how he moaned. This turned me on even more and I released his dick and licked my way down to his balls again and the inside of his thighs. He moaned some more and grabbed my hair and tried to drag me back to his dick once more but I manoeuvred him over to the bed and got him on his back with his legs trapped in his jeans.

Some beast inside me told me that the beast inside him wanted my beast inside him and I licked away at his asshole until it opened up enough for me to slip my finger in. This time I didn't gently touch his love button but stabbed it and almost split his sphincter.

He groaned and he moaned and kicked up one hell of a fuss and for one moment I thought he was going to say 'Fuck man I'm straight' again but my dick was out of my pants and in his ass before he could protest further. I had him nailed and I knew it. I felt his prostate jump as I pushed my dick in and out of him as if I was drilling for oil.

He growled and he groaned and kicked his way out of his jeans but didn't push me away. Instead he wrapped his legs around my neck, grabbed my butt and pulled me further inside him. Then he lifted his head and kissed me. This guy sure was full of surprises.

I felt his tongue enter my mouth and lick the back of my teeth. I kissed him back. I closed my eyes and tried to make a mental note of how much I wanted to remember how great it felt to have his tongue inside my mouth and my dick inside his ass but, in the meantime, it was him driving me mental. After a lot of lunging and plunging and much heavy breathing we shifted positions a bit so he was able to sit on my cock. I knew that he was very turned on by feeling me halfway inside of him although mercifully he didn't say anything about girlfriends or pussies. I massaged his thick dick and stroked it continuously as I ploughed him. He moaned his approval and our lips met again. He opened his mouth and his ass simultaneously and rode up and down on me. At one stage his butt almost swallowed my balls.

Between us we built up a giddy rhythm. It was like riding a horny carousel although very soon we didn't know who was the horse and who the rider as our bodies merged and morphed and we came together at the very same instant and in that moment we both knew we had achieved something really incredible. Neither of us said a word but I could tell that he was as delirious as I was from sexual fulfilment. I tingled right down to my toes.

"That was incredible!" he said finally as he slowly lifted his ass off my cock and rolled over next to me. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and our deflated dicks met in a kind of exhausted kiss. Then of course he had to go and spoil it all by opening his big mouth and telling me that what we'd done was 'just between us' and that he was 'counting on my discretion.' Yet again I felt slightly insulted and shop-worn after the ecstasy we'd experienced together but I suppose it was only an occupational hazard. He just couldn't forget who he was and so scared of coming out of the closet.

"No need to worry babe," he said, when my face fell with a thud, "You don't have to go just yet. I'm not going to throw you out this time. So get ready for a return trip. In the meantime let's eat."

So we did and it was some feast. Likewise what happened between us later. We'd eaten straight from the shower and were butt naked. Our eyes kept meeting and our lips dripped with champagne, and the desire for each other, so we were soon slam-bam back into our own personal reality movie. Even before we reached dessert. By the way, it was strawberries and I'm sure you've all seen that scene where the guy dips the succulent berry in the champagne glass and slips it between the other guy's lips. It may sound corny but it felt horny as hell. As we devoured the same piece of fruit we face-fucked and he literally sucked the breath, and the strawberry, right out of my mouth. I felt him stiffen as he held me up close to him. I moved my ass as quickly as I could onto his hardened cock determined not to miss out on another opportunity of having him inside me.

We were fucking big time in no time. I ground my way down on him until his balls were slapping against my ass. I reached out to fondle them. He returned my affection by pinching the hell out of my nipples and biting into my neck. We bounced so hard together on that hotel bed that the springs squeaked from the strain. Or maybe it was me squeaking, even squawking, as he dug deep into my ass, his dick pulsating, pounding and chugging along my love channel while he palmed my penis to a climax.

My nuts felt like they were at bursting point. I started to shudder like a volcano about to erupt, or the San Andreas Fault beginning to crack. He had invaded the innermost sanctum of my being.

Of course I've been fucked before but never like that. Almost with a vengeance. It was as if he was getting back at me for everything I'd made him feel. Every muscle in my body tightened up to resist his thrusts but then magically, wonderfully, submissively relaxed into sweet release. I came.

I heard him moan deeply. God, how I was getting to love those moans.

I could tell that he was only a cum-step behind me and was starting his own orgasm.

Our climax wasn't simultaneous this time but it was both mind and butt boggling. I could feel the molten liquid of him bursting the banks of my butt and flowing down between my thighs. It was my turn to moan deeply. I hadn't felt so good in a long time. My ass was steaming from his hot iron and we could have whitewashed the room with our combined cum.

"Thanks babe," he said when he got his breath back. "Let's have some more champagne."

So we did. And then some more 'etcetera.' And then just a bit more.

And the night rolled on.

And so did we........................

What else can I tell you except as they say at the end of most soap operas: 'To be continued next week.'

If I can find the strength that is!!!!!!!