SOMETIMES MYSTERY IS BETTER THAN REALITY
Alon was watching Craig, he was crushing so hard on this beautiful redhead that his chest hurt. It had never developed this soon or this urgent. This was new and excruciating. After two years at the Academy watching all sorts of sexual activity, and when the slightest hint of nakedness comes into view, Alon's hard-on is always present. Sometimes embarrassingly so. Today no erection, maybe this crush is founded on something other than sex. This is a perfect day.
"Are you dragging me away somewhere, Alon?" The smile was not lustful or even suggestive, it was pure curiosity.
"Would you come with me if I asked? You're too big for me to drag anywhere."
The two were puppies grinning stupidly at each other. Their young lives had been crowded with "sex for sex sake", this feeling was something brand new. For them both.
"I come with a little baggage " said Craig.
"Unpack yours and I'll unpack mine"Alon wasn't sure he'd hear anything Craig said , he kept focusing on the redhead's lips. Thinking ' how could they look so moist and kissable in this fucking heat? When mine feel like sandpaper?'
"Split from home right after I graduated, had a little cash and a backpack of my shit and went to LA. What a fucking rude wake up call that was. Found a cheap motel and started 'escorting' ; in other words I was a street whore. Tough life, that. Met some guys with real scary stories. Runaways and guys kicked out for being queer. Some guys were young. I mean too young...
I started having sex pretty early I think but there were guys on the street that called me the old fuck. . Truth was, who wants a Dino like me when they can fuck a chicken for the same price.......usually less.?"
The boys's fingers were intertwined, gazes never dropped from being eye to eye. Alon smiled, Craig was thinking how to continue but Alon's face gave him pause. He looked happy. A little dopey, but happy.
Craig thought for a minute to remember where he left off with his story, "One of my regular tricks was an older guy, I mean old like a grandpa guy. Always thought he might croak while he blew me. We never fucked, he just wanted my dick in his mouth. Nice guy. Lived with him for a while; still tricking, though. He got me to take my fan page seriously. Started getting some attention, did colabs, met a guy my age said I should check this place out....and here I am.
"That's it? You've only been on your own for what? Like a month?" Alon was skeptical; he was sure Craig had a long history being alone.
"More like three I think. Been here at the resort a couple weeks. Keeping under the radar, getting into the hotel by holding some random guys hand." The redhead saw Alon's disbelief, "Honest. That's it?!"
Alon pulled his hand away and rolled to his back. Arms now crossed on his chest. "There has to be more than that!! My story will a take couple hours not just a few minutes to tell. Craig had to smile, they were the same age but Alon seemed so much younger.
"Okay smartass so let's hear it. I've an hour or so. Come on!! I want to hear your story, I'm sure it's bad-ass." It was clear Craig spoke with sarcasm.
"Ok..."bitch "...I lived with my grandparents til I was 17. The story was that my parents had died in a car accident, but when I learned the truth I bugged out." Alon paused, the retelling was bringing back all the feelings.
"So what was the truth?"
Alon turned back to the boy he was madly crushing on, "When I was four my folks...'loving parents that they were'...left me at my grandparents to watch while they "went out".....they never came back."
Alon turned red, the feelings of anger never really far away. Tears were forming in his eyes.
"Harsh!! Fuck, thought my fosters were bad. You definitely win!!"
"Asshole! Fucking asshole!!" Alon was allowing a smile to ease the thought of betrayal away.Craig held Alon's hand again. Interlacing fingers. Alon continued......
Nyah and Lolly had been left to their own devices; Spencer and Rick headed to the "Daddy day care" room and Alon and Craig had just disappeared.
"What do you think?"
Lolly was finishing making the beds while Nyah emptied trash into a receptacle some other steward had left in the hallway.
"We can make some tips....that is if you're not chicken". Accepting tips was not allowed at the hotel. Guests were requested to designate a certain amount for the stewards when they paid their bills. Getting them directly from the guest was verboten. That didn't stop Nyah and Lolly. They posted "special" services were available on a private chat site of which not all of the guests were aware.
Lolly looked at his phone. Loading up the chat site.
"Here's two guys who want to take videos of 'someone ' fucking their 'houseboy'. Probably another steward. But up for fucking."
Nyah sighed and stared at his fellow steward. "Videos are not allowed, Lolly. They ALWAYS end up online. You know what happens then."
"Big deal, we're suspended for a week or two so we go across the street and intern until these tight asses call us back......And you know they always do!"
"Ok you first, I'll join after I check in. I'm telling the desk we're staying in A12 the rest of the day" Nyah said. Lolly could tell he wasn't real excited about this.
Lolly gave him a kiss and a friendly grope and left for the rendezvous. Room 237 in the resort, a suite no less.
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THE STUDENT
FantasyA young man is chosen from many to be taught in the ways of the Pleasure League. Master and qatant will embark on missions to learn of the world's many forms of sexual pleasure. As well as educate those worthy.
