The hotel was quiet. It was unusual for this time of year but with the pilots on strike there wasn’t much action as far as tourists were concerned. As I walked through the foyer, I thought about last night and the hot young surfer that had put on such a hot show. I was starting to get that old familiar feeling in my groin.
‘Mr. Mac, how are you today?’ I looked up from my reverie and saw Wayne, the new porter. God, what an Adonis this boy was. Standing 5’8” with shoulder length straight, blonde hair, Wayne was a real stunner. By the look of his uniform, he also had a beautiful body underneath. Being the hotel owner had certain privileges and one was checking all the personnel records. I had checked Wayne’s resume and found out was his interests were. He was into skateboarding and surfing. This meant that my thought about his body would surely be correct. Sally, my Personnel Manager, really knew how to pick the cute ones!
‘Can I park the car for you?’ he asked. Since I had purchased the BMW 855ti, ALL the porters wanted to take it for a drive so I indulged him and asked if he could also wash it for me.
‘Sure, not a problem, we’re really quiet at the moment and I’ve done all the rounds of the guest rooms’. I threw him the keys and watched as his tight little butt walked away from me. My groin just got bigger! I’ve got to have this boy, I thought. Since the wash bay was at the back of the hotel, I would be able to sit on my balcony and watch him as he performed his duties.
Luckily for me it was a really hot day and as I walked through my apartment to the balcony overlooking the wash bay, I saw Wayne leaning over the car with his shirt off. He blushed when he saw me as he apologised for taking his shirt off. He knew I was a stickler for the rules and no employees were allowed on hotel premises without the proper uniform. I gave him my best ‘I am not impressed look’ while secreting devouring the vision of loveliness that was on view to me. He had a chest which was nicely defined and a stomach that a six pack wouldn’t describe. Not a hair was visible. I turned and walked into the room and as I did a plan started to form in my head!
I rang the Front Desk and said that as it was so quiet, I would have Wayne do some work around the house for me and that as it was a lot of work not to expect him back for the rest of the day. After about a half an hour there was a gentle knock on the door and as I opened it, there was Wayne, except now he had his shirt back on.
‘Your car is all finished, Mr. Mac. Here are the keys’ he said. As he started to hand them back, I pushed his hand away.
‘Wayne, I have some errands I want done, do you mind doing them for me?’
‘Not at all, what would you like done?’ he asked. As I gave him the list of tasks, I felt that for sure when he got back he would be more than ready to play the game. The list included getting some snacks and grog for the upcoming party tomorrow night and also some entertainment in the form of X rated porno videos as well as a dozen bottles of Amyl. I told him to just park the car in the garage and bring everything in when he got back. As he started the car up and pulled out of the driveway, I thought I was going to come in my pants there and then.
While he was away, I went through my drawers and found a pair of black Calvin Klein athletic trunks which really showed off my bulge and highlighted the work that my trainer and I had been doing with my butt. I found a grey singlet top and slipped that on as well. When he got back after an hour, I was working out. He walked in and his eyes immediately went to my body as it strained and pumped the weights up and down.
‘Gee, I didn’t know you worked out Mr. Mac. You sure have got a good body. Your suits don’t show off how much work you’ve done!’ he stammered. ‘Do you work out as well, Wayne?’ I asked. ‘Yea, although not as much as I would like. I skate and surf a bit though and that keeps me pretty toned.’ He replied. ‘Would you like to work out now, Wayne? I have told the manager that you are working for me today, so don’t worry about your job’. ‘Could I? That would be way cool, Mr. Mac!’ ‘Wayne, my name is Steve, keep the Misters for in the hotel, OK?’ ‘Sweet’ he replied. As I got up from the weight bench he eased himself down and sat on the edge.
‘Mr ... I mean Steve, do you mind if I take my shirt off while I pump as it only gets in the road’. ‘No not at all, as a matter of fact, so might your uniform pants. Why don’t you take them off as well. Are you wearing any jocks under those?’ ‘ Yea, but I’d rather keep them on if you don’t mind’. ‘Now come on Wayne, I’ve been around and seen a lot, there isn’t anything hiding there that I haven’t seen before’. ‘Well, it’s just that I only have a G-string on under these. The ladies love it when I bend over and they can’t see any jock lines. It really helps with the tips’ he laughed. ‘That’s OK, I often wear G-strings myself. In fact I like to work out in a jock strap a lot of the time. It lets me see all the muscles as they work’. ‘Cool, I like to watch my muscles work too. I love mirrors in weight rooms. I will whip my duds off as long as you don’t mind’ ‘Go for it’ I said.
As he stood and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, my breath started to get shorter. Here I was just about to work out with the hottest looking sixteen year old I’d seen in a long time and have him also do it in a G-string! Dreams do come true! He peeled the shirt back off of that glorious chest to reveal the smooth and beautiful vision that I had witnessed earlier. Next he sat back down and started to take off his socks and shoes and then stood to undo his belt. He turned his back to me at this stage as I think he was modest so I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t disappointed as his firm bubble butt was held clenched and the strap of his G-string was just visible on the snow white taut arse presented to me. I saw the fine line half way down his calves where his board shorts finished and thought how much of a contrast his good golden complexion was to the stark white of his bubble butt. With his back to me, he carefully folded his shirt and trousers and placed them on the spare chair.
As he turned, I gasped. The bulge that presented itself in his tight G string was huge! I couldn’t help but stare at the wisps of light brown hair just poking over the top of it. The material that the string was made from was mesh and I could see not only the outline of his cock but that he was circumcised as well. My own cock twitched wickedly as I eat in this magnificent vision. He seemed a little uncomfortable as he prepared to sit down. ‘What’s the hassle Wayne?’ I asked. ‘Its just that I feel a little self conscious sitting here with only my G string on in front of you’ he replied. ‘If that’s all that’s bothering you, I’ll make it fair for you. Tell you what I am wearing a jockstrap under this, how about I strip down to that so you don’t have to fell so awkward’. ‘That would be really cool ... you don’t mind do you?’ ‘No, I already told you that I often work out only wearing one so don’t panic’. With that I slowly pulled down my Calvins to reveal the swimmers black jock that I was wearing. My cock was extra sensitive as I had been dreaming of this Adonis and it filled the pouch to bursting capacity. Although I wasn’t totally hard, it was at least half hard from the view in front of me.
With this Wayne obviously relaxed more. Was I imagining it or did Wayne actually spend a bit more time than usual checking out my bulge? Only time will tell. At this stage the plan had really formulated in my mind and I knew exactly how I was going to get this boy into my bed.
He started to lift the bar bell that was in the rack and I watched in awe as his young firm muscles moved to and fro with the up and down movements. As the weight was heavy, I asked if he wanted me to spot him and then took a position at the head of the weight bench. His eyes looked straight up and stared at my bulge just inches away from his face. He continued to lift the weights and as he did this I looked down at his groin and saw that his cock was slowly filling with hot throbs as the material was starting to tent out the front of his string.
After about ten minutes of this he had started to work up a good sweat and his muscles were glistening in the heat of the room. He went through a routine that worked most of his muscle groups and with this I said that it was probably time to stop for a while. ‘Yea, I think I might bust a boiler if I keep going. You really have some good equipment here’ he said. More than you know, I thought to myself. ‘Why don’t we go and have a cool drink and sit down for a while.’ ‘That would be cool, I’ll just get dressed’ he said. ‘Wait a minute, if you put those clothes back on without having a shower you’ll feel really uncomfortable. Just bring them through and you can have a shower afterwards, OK?’ ‘Cool, if you don’t mind that is?’
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