“No wonder. So am I, now that you’ve mentioned it. Do you want to make an early night of it?”
“If you don’t mind. We can always check out Cabo’s night life tomorrow evening, if we want to.”
“Right now, I’d like to check out that comfortable bed that’s waiting for us upstairs. And the bathroom, the air conditioning, and all the other amenities that go along with it.”
“Let’s go.”
Back in their suite, they were idly investigating what programs could be accessed on the living room’s widescreen TV when Rick excused himself and went into the bedroom. A moment later, there was a knock on the door.
“Who’s there?” Ken asked.
“Room service.”
“We didn’t order anything,” Ken said as he opened the door to find Diego on the other side of it.
“Compliments of the management, sir.” The smiling bellboy pushed a wheeled cart into the room. It was loaded with a fruit basket wrapped in cellophane and adorned with ribbons and a bow, an elegant little vase containing a bouquet of red miniature roses, and some sort of a small cake, elaborately decorated and set on a pedestal under a glass cover. There was also a silver bucket containing two bottles of champagne nestled in ice. Champagne flutes, dessert plates, silverware, and napkins were also provided.
“Don’t they ever let you off duty, Diego?” Ken asked. “Exactly how long is your shift?”
“I’m here for as long as you may need me.”
“This is quite impressive,” Ken had to admit as he examined the cart. “Are you sure it’s not meant for some other room?”
“There is no mistake, sir. We do this for all of the newlyweds who stay with us.”
Ken almost began to open his mouth to protest But we’re not newlyweds. However, he caught himself in time. The bellboy seemed so pleased with himself, and so eager to please, that Ken hated to disillusion him. Instead, he gave the guy an especially generous tip.
“Thank you, sir. Do you need anything else?”
“No, thanks. I think we have everything we could possibly need. Ah, in fact, you might tell the front desk that we don’t want to be disturbed for any reason.”
The bellboy’s grin broadened. “I understand perfectly, sir.”
That’s what you think, Ken wanted to retort as he closed the door.
He had torn open the cellophane and had peeled and was eating an orange when Rick came out of the bedroom. He’d gotten undressed and changed into a pair of silk pajama bottoms in a particularly eye-popping shade of hot pink. The vivid color contrasted with his tan. Barefoot and bare-chested, with tousled hair, he was quite a sight. Ken thought his buddy looked like a porno actor posing for the camera in the few nonsexual scenes in an adult DVD.
“Where the hell did you get those?” Ken demanded.
“I packed them along with my other stuff. Threw them into the bag at the last minute. I figured I’d save them for tonight.”
“Yeah, you would’ve looked kind of strange, wearing them in the tent.”
“Somehow, with you around, I doubt I’d be wearing them for long—either in the tent or here. Anyway, what’s all this?” Rick asked, indicating the cart.
“Compliments of the management. They do it for all their newlyweds.”
“Very nice. That cake looks good. I wonder what flavor it is.”
“We can save it for later. A bedtime snack. Let the suspense build.” Ken did, however, take one of the bottles out of the bucket so he could see its label. “Hey, this is really good champagne, not the kind of cheap Californian or Australian stuff I’m used to. They’d better not end up putting any of this on our bill, after all.”
“They wouldn’t dare. Relax, will you, and start enjoying the VIP treatment. Come on, open one of them.”
Ken did so, and filled both flutes. He and Rick sampled the champagne.
“Hey, this is really good shit,” Ken said. “It’s nice and fizzy.”
“And the price is right, so drink up.”
Ken did so.
“Let’s see what’s on TV,” Rick suggested.
“Okay. Wait a minute. I’m going to get comfortable too. And in honor of the occasion, I’m going to put on a clean pair of boxer shorts.”
Ken went into the bedroom, stripped, and re-emerged wearing only the freshly laundered undershorts. “I think they actually starched them,” he announced. “And ironed them. I never iron my underwear at home. Do you?”
Rick snickered. “No. But I told you this was a first-class hotel. Come on, sit down and have some more champagne. And I’m going to cut this cake. I’m starting to get the munchies.”
The cake turned out to be hazelnut-flavored, with a hint of some liqueur mixed in and a particularly subtle and delicious icing. They devoured it shamelessly and imbibed the champagne just as freely.
After some fast channel surfing, they settled back on the couch and watched a Mexican telenovela.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Rick asked during a heated discussion between two handsome young actors.
“I haven’t a clue. They’re talking too fast for me to follow it. But the guy on the left sure is hot.”
Rick took another generous swig of champagne. “Ooh, this bubbly is going straight to my head. I’m getting drunk.”
“Me too. But it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“It feels great.”
“And it’s not as though we can get into any trouble. Here we are, safe and sound, shut up in the bridal suite.”
Rick turned his head to look at Ken and giggled.
“What’s so damn funny?” Ken asked.
“You are. This whole situation is. Here I am, on what was supposed to be my honeymoon, with a guy. ‘Shut up in the bridal suite,’ as you put it, with a guy.”
“Yeah. And this must be about the time of night that the newlyweds start thinking about going to bed. Sleeping together for the first time as a married couple. I bet some interesting things have happened in that bed.”
This set Rick off on another fit of laughter. “I wonder if any of the couples who have been here before us actually held out until they were married. I wonder if any of the women were virgins. And didn’t know exactly what to expect.”
“I wonder if any of the men were virgins. And had to be told what to do.”
Rick guzzled more champagne. “Luckily, neither of us is a virgin.”
“Yeah, but until recently, you had to be shown what to do. With another guy, I mean.”
“Lots of the directors I’ve worked with have told me I’m a fast learner,” Rick boasted.
“You weren’t bad for a dude who still had his cherry.”
“Which you sure as hell busted for me.”
“I guess I did. You’re not sorry I did, are you?”
“Far from it. You did me a favor. A big favor,” Rick specified with a lewd, drunken grin. “God, you’re hung big. I can still feel my butthole tingling from that first time you shoved it into me. And you sure know how to use that motherfucker.”
“Glad to have been of service.”
“Oh fuck,” Rick reported happily. “I’m drunk. I’m drunk on champagne, and I want to suck some cock tonight.”
“Jesus. When you get over your inhibitions, you really get over them, don’t you?”
“It’s your fault. You taught me how to suck cock. And how to take it up the ass, for that matter.”
“Next you’ll be telling me I recruited you. As in, I deliberately set out to lure you away from the wonderful world of heterosexuality.”
Rick leered at Ken. “Let’s continue this discussion in the bedroom. And let’s continue it naked. Let’s get undressed.”
“Okay.”
Neither of them had far to go. Each man shed his single garment. They went into the bedroom, where Ken sat down on the edge of the big bed. Rick stood stark naked in front of him, refilling both their glasses with champagne from the bottle he’d carried with him.
“Cheers,” Rick said.
“Cheers.”
“Here’s to lost cherries.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
They touched their glasses together, then drained them and set them down on the nightstand. Rick, looking a bit unsteady on his feet, stared down at Ken, smiling shyly now as though he was uncertain how to proceed. Ken realized that it was probably up to him to take the initiative, and he was more than willing to accept the responsibility.
Ken let his hand drop “casually” to his side, against his thigh. He inched his fingertips toward his dick and gave it a little flick. The shaft began to elongate in response, rousing itself like a snake awakening from a nap in the sun. Well aware of the fact that Rick was observing him with drunken curiosity and excitement, Ken finally took hold of his penis and began to rub it, sliding his fingers up and down the shaft in a seductive self-caress. In response to the friction, his cock began to harden into full erection before Rick’s appreciative eyes.
Rick may have been an actor by profession, but he wasn’t the only performer in the room at the moment. Ken had an exhibitionistic streak in him, and he was enjoying jerking off in front of his audience of one man. He stroked himself more urgently, picking up the pace. He saw with lewd satisfaction that Rick’s eyes, slightly glassy as a result of his alcohol consumption, were fixed on his display.
“My little friend and I are starting to feel kind of lonely, all by ourselves here on this big bed,” Ken said.
“Your ‘little friend’ doesn’t look all that damn little to me.”
“Yeah, he’s a fast grower, with the right kind of stimulation. Why don’t you come here and give us some company?”
“I’d like to give you a lot more than just company. I’d like to give you some head.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Rick was already approaching the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress and leaned over to inspect Ken’s masturbation more closely. “Stop beating off and let me have it.”
“Sure.” Ken let his hand fall away from his cock. Staring at it, Rick made a gurgling sound from deep in his throat, and then he suddenly reached out and seized Ken’s dick, giving it a rough squeeze.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “It feels so big and hard. It’s so fucking warm in my hand. That’s one hell of a hot dick you’ve got there, buddy.”
“Go ahead and suck it if you want to.” Ken lay back on the bed and got comfortable, spreading his legs wide.
Rick positioned himself on his knees on the vast expanse of the bed, wrapped his arms around Ken’s waist, and pulled Ken toward him. Ken cooperated by positioning his legs on either side of his buddy. Bending down, Rick showered Ken’s belly, thighs, balls, and cockhead with hot, wet kisses. He was moaning and muttering something unintelligible, but Ken didn’t need to know exactly what Rick was trying to say. It was obvious that his friend’s desire was as acute at the moment as his own. But as exciting as these preliminaries were, Ken was now eager to move on to the main event.
“Go ahead,” Ken urged. He pushed Rick’s face closer to his eagerly awaiting cock. “Suck it. You know you want to.”
Rick opened his mouth and took Ken’s cock into it. His arms tightened around Ken’s waist. His lips slid steadily down the thick shaft until the whole of Ken’s prick was stuck inside his mouth. He held it there for several moments without moving, bathing it in his saliva, keeping his eyes wide open and staring up at Ken as though he was mutely seeking Ken’s approval. Rick gripped Ken’s buttocks to steady himself. And then he began to suck Ken’s cock.
He was already getting better at it, Ken realized. Although there was always the possibility that Rick’s intoxication had something to do with the fervor he was bringing to the task this time. Not that Ken was altogether unaffected by the champagne he’d consumed. He could feel an unusually urgent tingle of sexual need, deep within the core of his cock.
Deciding that there was no need to take things slowly or go easy on Rick, not this time, Ken took a firm grip on the other man’s bobbing head and guided it back and forth, setting the rhythm he wanted and feeding his prick into Rick’s mouth as Rick sucked and licked him. Ken wanted to moan with joy. Rick was indeed a fast learner. He was promising to develop into one of the hottest cocksuckers Ken had ever met. The sensation of those wet lips sliding up and down on his meat, of that warm, agile tongue stroking his dick each time Ken pumped it into Rick’s face, the pressure Rick was able to exert from his throat—it all combined to set Ken’s whole body ablaze with a fiery lust.
“Go on, buddy,” he gasped. “Take it. Take it all the way down. Really work over that motherfucking prick of mine. Get it all the way down your throat and suck it. Suck it good.”
But Rick scarcely seemed to require any verbal encouragement. His hands dug deeper, more possessively, into the firm muscles of Ken’s ass cheeks. His chin was dribbled with tiny rivers of saliva as he sucked Ken’s man tool harder and harder, taking the head of it all the way down into his throat and audibly half choking himself on it in his recklessness.
“You cocksucker,” Ken said—which, under the circumstances, was the highest praise he could give another man. “You horny cocksucker.”
Rick grunted.
“Maybe I’ll come in your mouth this time,” Ken threatened. “Maybe I’ll make you swallow it, make you choke on my fucking load. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Rick grunted again, more loudly and empathically this time. Ken had no difficulty interpreting the sound. It definitely wasn’t a no. Rick was really getting into the whole gay sex thing, Ken realized. He was so horny he’d be willing to give just about anything a try, and Ken wasn’t above exploiting the other guy’s helpless arousal. Rick wanted it, all right. He was actually willing to have Ken’s hot load blasted down his throat. And Ken could rapidly feel himself reaching the point at which he could not deny that pleasure to himself or to Rick.
“All the way down,” he reiterated. “Take my cock all the way down into your throat, man. Work on it. Use that mouth of yours all over it. Make love to the motherfucker. Just your lips, bitch. I want to feel just your lips on my dick, not your teeth. Get that hot wet mouth of yours around my shaft and go for a ride. All the way up and down it, cocksucker. All the way up and down.”
Rick seemed inflamed by Ken’s lewd words. He began to experiment, reaching up to play with Ken’s nipples, then using one hand to press between Ken’s buttocks and tickle his balls as he continued to blow him. Back and forth Ken pumped into his face, driving his cock like a pneumatic drill between Rick’s lips. But far from protesting or making any attempt to back off, Rick really seemed to get off on the increasingly rough treatment. He obviously liked being at another man’s mercy, at his sexual disposal. Ken knew this must be a novel experience for Rick. It was undoubtedly the first time he’d allowed himself to be dominated during sex, overwhelmed by the force of another man’s body and the throbbing need imprisoned within both of their cocks. Remembering some of his own early sexual exploits, Ken almost envied Rick for being so inexperienced, for discovering man-to-man sex for the first time.
As he lay there and got sucked, Ken allowed himself to gloat a bit. Back home in Culver City, making love to Rick had been no more than a fantasy for him. But now it was happening. He and his beautiful, sexy friend were enjoying each other’s bodies. And Rick really seemed to be getting into it. His enthusiastic sucking brought Ken quickly to his crisis. Ken’s entire body tensed, glistening with sweat, and he shoved Rick’s mouth all the way down on his cockshaft.
Ken growled as he began to shoot off in his buddy’s incredibly hot, wet mouth. Rick offered no resistance to his thrusts even at this crucial moment, when Ken could no longer control himself but shoved himself wildly into the orifice he was penetrating. The bursts of semen came hard and fast, like liquid bullets shooting into his cocksucker’s eager throat. Rick swallowed it all. Ken couldn’t believe his friend’s greed, although he was thrilled to be o
n the receiving end of it.
Rick clung to him for a long time afterward, as though he was unwilling to let Ken’s dick slip out of his mouth. When Ken finally, gently, pushed him away, Rick treated him to some more lasciviously wet, slippery kisses, applying his lips to Ken’s thighs and the thick patch of pubic hair below his belly. He even kissed Ken’s balls, before extending his tongue to give them a teasing lick.
Rick was masturbating, and his arm muscles bulged and rippled as he applied pressure and friction to his own bloated prick. Within a few seconds, he erupted, spraying his cum all over the hotel’s expensive sheets.
“That’s right, baby,” Ken coached him. “That’s a good boy. Shoot that cum, fucker. Let me see it. Yeah! Shoot it all.” He watched, wild with excitement, as Rick stroked himself through his orgasm.
“How was that?” Rick wanted to know as soon as he’d recovered his breath.
“Pretty good for an amateur.”
“So I’m only an amateur, am I?”
“For now. All you need is a little more practice.”
“God, Ken, that was fantastic. I couldn’t believe the way your cock sort of throbbed when it started to shoot off inside my mouth. And that fucking load you fed me. I thought I was going to choke on the stuff.” Rick hesitated. “You know something, buddy?”
“No, what?”
“I’m in love with you.”
Ken couldn’t believe what he just heard. “No, you’re not. You’re drunk, that’s what you are.”
“Yeah, but many a true word is said during a state of intoxication.”
“And regretted the next day, after the guy who’s said it has sobered up.”
“Come on, Ken, admit it. Aren’t you just a little bit in love with me?”
“That’s not a very fair question.”
“Oh? Why isn’t it?”
“Because you’re an extremely lovable sort of a guy, and I could easily fall for you, but since you’re not gay, obviously there wouldn’t be much of a future in it.”
“Let’s not think about the future. Let’s concentrate on the here and now.”
Ken yawned. “Well, right here and right now, I plan to concentrate on getting some sleep.”
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