Chapter 9
George walked the distance back to the hotel. He stepped briskly, his shoulders hunched forward against the unaccustomed chill of the Boston night. He had slept with a man, had enjoyed the sensation tremendously and was sure he would sleep with other men in the future; but he was not a homosexual, although Veronica had almost convinced him he was. He filled his lungs with the chilly air and began to whistle. He wondered if Philip had understood what he had tried to tell him. Looking into the lonely, ironic blue eyes of Philip, George had realized that Philip had completely accepted society's evaluation of himself as a freak, and he had tried to convince Philip that he must never accept another man's evaluation of himself. He alone could decide who and what he was, Philip had, however, looked at him with the same eyes, the loneliness and irony unchanged.
Although he did not say it, George had come to believe that Philip, if he was to be considered sick for sleeping only with other men, was no more sick than a man who slept only with women. What was normal, after all? For George it was normal to experience the pleasures of sex with another human being, male or female. Giving himself up to the full range of human sexual experience, this was what George considered normal. He would never judge another man and, most important, he would never tolerate another man or woman's judgment of him.
Convinced in his mind, George still wanted physical proof of his new conviction. He wanted a woman. A real woman, not a bad actress who would bump and grind her indifferent pussy above his head only after the fee was in her purse. He wanted a woman with a really hot pussy who wanted to be fucked by him as much as he wanted to fuck her.
Reaching the hotel, he walked into the cocktail lounge and looked about for a vacant seat. The bar was not as dark as The Closet, and he had no trouble spotting an empty table near the corner. He crossed the room, took a seat and ordered a double scotch on the rocks.
A woman sat at the table beside his. She was in the full flower of her womanhood, and he judged her to be somewhere in her mid-thirties. Beneath a shimmering cloud of blonde hair, her blue eyes were lowered towards the drink that stood on the table before her. She was fair and lovely with a soft red mouth, the corners of which curved down slightly in a suggestion of a pout.
George wondered how long she had sat there waiting for human contact, how many men had wanted her but had hesitated to approach because their sense of pride could not tolerate the possibility of being rejected. He felt as if he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. His prick began to stiffen within his shorts, and he reached down to straighten it out so when he stood up there would be no telltale forward protrusion. Then he picked up his drink, walked toward the woman and smiled.
She looked up at him as he approached and smiled with her head held to one side as if she were trying to assess his intentions. As her head tipped towards the side, the soft blonde hair fell forward. She pushed it aside with one hand and looked directly at him.
"Hello," he said. "May I join you?"
His confidence and the directness of the approach apparently surprised her. Her smile broadened, and her lips spread apart, revealing the two rows of white, polished teeth.
"Is this a pickup?" she said, still smiling.
"I hope so," he replied and sat down. "My name's George."
She turned to face him, shaking her hair as she did. She leaned her elbow onto the table and rested her chin lightly on the back of her right hand. She was graceful, feminine and seductive.
"You are breaking the pattern," she said.
"What pattern?"
"You're supposed to ask a particular series of questions. Am I waiting for someone? Have I been here long? Do I come here often?"
"Oh? Would you like me to ask them?"
"They aren't at all necessary most of the time. They are designed to give us time to gauge each other's interest and potential, but they usually cause me to lose interest." She drew back and folded her hands onto the lap of her powder blue wool suit. "My name is Yvonne."
"And what do you do? Or is it playing the game for me to ask?" The pressure in his loins began to build up. He wanted to put his head where her hands were, to lap at the smoldering vagina he sensed beneath the soft wool.
"It is part of the game," she said, "but you don't seem to be playing games. I am employed as a Misunderstood Housewife." She drew her head back and laughed softly through parted lips. The lids of her eyes, shadowed with pale blue, were still half-lowered with the silent laughter when she turned to him again.
"Great," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I am a misunderstood husband."
"Then let's do something about it," she whispered and lowered her eyes.
George's cock surged forward until it was harder than he could remember it ever having been. It was as if the life inside the throbbing tool was going to burst through the skin. Her chest rose quickly. He wanted her desperately.
"I'm staying here," he said.
"Then let's not dally with games," she said and stood up. George rose and took the hand which she extended him. Hand in hand, they walked out of the bar and through the lobby. As they passed the front desk, the bellboy who had sent the redheaded whore to George's room looked with curiosity. George realized the whore had .told the boy about his inability to get it up and keep it up. But it didn't matter. George didn't need anyone else to tell him what a man he was. She squeezed the soft hand resting in his own and held aside the doors of the elevator to allow her to pass inside. As she moved past him, their bodies brushed together and there was a very faint smoldering female scent. His head reeled and his cock flexed with anticipation.
Inside the room, George did not turn on the lights. From somewhere beyond the lowered shade, a neon sign broke the darkness with red flashes of light. George slipped off her jacket and turned to her. She stepped up to him and lifted her face to receive his lowered mouth onto her own. His tongue pushed forward and ran the length of her lips. Then, with a sigh of abandon, her lips parted and his tongue pushed into her mouth, savoring her delicate taste. He slipped his hand beneath the wool of her jacket and ran his palm over the small of her back, relishing the feel of her warm flesh beneath the silk blouse. She leaned against his chest, giving him the full weight of his body and her pelvis rested tightly against the rock-hard cock. She must have felt the pressure of the prick because she squirmed slightly on contact with the bulging mass at the crotch of his pants.
He brought her to his chest and ran the opened palms across the broad expanse, pressing tightly against his nipples. Then she reached for his tie, loosened the knot and pulled it from around his neck. Then she began unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it further apart as she undid each button. When she reached his waist, she pulled the shirt free and pushed it over his shoulders. She stepped back and looked at him in the red light for a moment before bringing her tongue to caress the taut nipples.
George reached down to undo the buttons on the back of her silk blouse.
"It will be easier if I do it," she said and stood back. As she reached behind to undo the buttons, the silk fabric of the blouse stretched across her breasts, which were smaller than Veronica's. They were in perfect proportion to Yvonne's lithe body. She leaned forward with her arms outstretched and shook her hunched shoulders to shake the blouse free from her body. Her hands lifted towards the back of her neck and, throwing her head back momentarily, she again shook the thick, blonde mass of her hair. Then she stepped out of her shoes and walked towards him, and put her hands onto his belt buckle as they kissed again.
When she fumbled with the buckle, George stepped back.
"My turn," he said.
He sat on the edge of the bed and quickly removed Ms shoes and socks. Standing again he undid the buckle and quickly pulled the zipper down. Then he stepped out of the pants, feeling his rod press against the shorts, wetting them with the drop of lubricant which seeped from the slit. As he had removed his pants, Yvonne had removed her skirt. He looked at her and his expanded chest heaved at the sight of her. She was wearing only a bra and pantyhose. She stood with her legs separated, her hands on her hips, looking with anticipation at the . knotted mass in his shorts.
As they kissed again, she reached inside his shorts and placed her warm, small hand around the swollen member, and he felt a shiver pass through her body. He unhooked her bra and pulled it forward. She released his cock, the thick purplish head now protruding above the waistband, and stepped back as he pulled the bra free. Her breasts were firm with a tempting and saucy tilt to them.
She looked down at him and motioned for him to take his shorts off. He slipped them down and kicked them aside. As he pulled the shorts off, she watched him and put her hands onto her tits, drawing quick breaths between her teeth. He followed the direction of her gaze and looked down at his prick. It stood out from his body, waving up and down with the pressure from within. In the flashing light of the neon sign it looked exactly like what it was: a red-hot throbbing instrument of lust.
Yvonne's tongue emerged from between her closed lips and licked at the moisture that had collected in the downward curving corners of her mouth. With her hands she began to roll the pantyhose off her waist When they had been rolled down as far as her crotch she laid on the floor and lifted her legs to finish removing them. George got onto his knees between her legs and removed her hands. He wanted the pleasure of revealing her pussy. She lowered her legs and settled back onto the hard floor.
George put his tongue up against her navel and began licking downwards into the thickening patch of blonde hair. With his hands he began rolling the hose lower, following the progress with his hardened tongue, licking at the quivering lips of her cunt as it came into view. He slipped his hands beneath her and lifted the pussy into his face. As he hungrily savored the acrid . taste of her cunt, he looked up at her. She had arched her back to help thrust her cunt into his face. Beyond the soft pouch of her stomach, he saw her hands holding onto her taut tits, her head tossing on the floor, the blonde hair shimmering in the flashing red light. He groaned at the sight of her, his lust mounting as his cock jerked wildly against the inside of his thighs. He squeezed his legs together, trapping the jerking dick between them, and felt the slippery drop of lubricant ooze from the enflamed head. He grunted with pleasure.
He began pulling at the pantyhose with a determination to remove them from her quickly.
"Rip them off," she moaned. He obeyed her instantly, easily tearing the fabric. Then he leaned back to pull them off her legs.
Then Yvonne sat up and pushed against his chest. Taking her clue, he leaned back, stiffening at contact with the rough nubby texture of the cheap rug. Yvonne crawled on her hands and knees and then swung her leg over his body so her pussy was directly above his face, her own hungry mouth licking at the head of his tool. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled the constricting cunt towards him, raising his tongue to meet the flesh. She jerked up and down, thrusting the mound towards his stiffening tongue which entered her molten tunnel and struck the hardened clit with each thrust of her body. As she lifted her body before each downward thrust towards his tongue, he saw her anus, the pinkish muscles constricting with each movement of the rounded white cheeks of her ass. His own back arched in an effort to force all of his cock into her throat.
Yvonne was moaning heavily. He raised his head and looked between her spread legs. She was leaning with one hand planted on either side of his jerking hips, the arms stiffened to support her. Her breasts swung down, lightly brushing against the surface of his heaving, muscular stomach each time she lowered her head to take the upright rod into her sucking mouth. Between the cleavage of her swaying tits, he could see the underside of her chin, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft and her nostrils. Her nose was running with the attempt to take all of the cock into her oral cavity. She pressed forward with renewed determination, her breasts flattened against his chest, blocking his view, and his head dropped back in ecstasy as he felt the entire shaft slide down her willing throat Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her cunt towards his mouth, greedily lapping at it and thrusting his tongue into the hot love tunnel as deeply as possible. She slammed forward in an attempt to get even more of the hard tongue inside her body, and her pelvis bone crashed against his chin. She moaned and shivered. Then she sat up, rocking back so that for one breathless moment the air was cut off as George's nose was buried in the crack between the cheeks of her ass.
Yvonne lifted herself, swung her leg over him and rolled onto her side, gasping and panting, her nose drawing back the mucous which had formed while she had frantically sucked at George's member. George rolled over, too. She cradled her head in the crook of his arm as he lay on his side and ran his extended palm along her body, pushing against the firm tits and the soft stomach. She moaned and lifted her mouth to kiss him. Then his palm nestled over her wet tunnel. Separating the lips quickly, he slipped the fingers of his hand up her cunt past the knuckles so that she jerked forward, clinging to him tightly and moaning.
Then George crawled panting to the space between her spread legs. As he got onto his knees and positioned the knob for entry, her hands reached down and she parted and massaged the lips of her slit. As George leaned forward for entry, she withdrew her hands from stimulating her own pussy. Placing them onto his back, she dug the nails into his flesh and pulled him forward, He shot into her with a powerful thrust. Yvonne scratched at his back and arched her back, moaning and gasping at the sensation of his prick ripping up the walls of her scorching tunnel.
George spread his legs slightly to support the upturned cheeks of her ass with his strong thighs. He began to pump with a rotating thrust, probing her tunnel so that she jerked wildly beneath him, maddened with pleasure and lust. She flung her arms around his head and locked them around his neck, drawing him down in a passionate lust-crazed kiss. Then she tore her mouth away from his and began to gasp loudly. George continued to .fuck her, the shinbones of his legs, scraping against the rough rug. He felt his own flood of passion beginning as she began to twitch, with the first of her spasms.
Her head rolled back and her tongue protruded from her opened mouth. "Kiss me," she moaned. "Kiss me."
George began to kiss her wildly, but then she pulled away, jerking her head free of his grasp, lost in the sensation of the spasms which George could feel shooting through her body. Then his own climax began. He jabbed his pelvis downwards, holding his prick in to the hilt, and threw his head back, his back curved backwards. He gasped and drew in his breath with great gulps, and his dick exploded with love juice inside her tunnel, which constricted tightly about the swollen member. Then George threw himself to one side and collapsed onto the floor beside her, his pelvis still locked with hers, the prick still gushing with the juice of their lust.
She shuddered with waves of release and threw one hand across her tits still heaving with abandon.
After awhile Yvonne pushed herself up into a sitting position. She looked at George and smiled. Her hair had become completely disarrayed during their passionate lovemaking, and the soft blue shadow on her eyelids had smudged and run onto her perspiring face. She looked as satisfied as George felt.
"I must look a mess," she said. He didn't get the impression that she was fishing for compliments, that her remark was a ploy to elicit an undeserved compliment.
"You look satisfied," he answered. "And that means you look beautiful."
"I am satisfied," she said. She stood up and stretched, nearly losing her balance. He looked up at her. Her arms were stretched out as she lifted herself onto her toes to stretch completely. Her taut nipples rose up saucily and her cunt thrust forward.
"And I feel very beautiful, thanks to you." She reached for her purse and walked towards the bathroom. "The world, however, might not think so," she said with a laugh as she stepped into the bathroom.
George clamped his hands behind his head and stared at the splashes of red light flashing onto the ceiling.
He had been wrong to assume that Philip had given him back his sense of masculinity by allowing him to control the sex. Yvonne had controlled their activities as much as he had. It was not, then, control during sex that made a man. It was something else, a mutual sharing of each other's body. Veronica did not share. She drained. She looked at him and probably looked at all her lovers as no more than instruments upon which she impaled herself to satisfy her lust. She squeezed the come out of a man with an attitude that also stripped him of his dignity. No more.
He jerked his head up and grinned. His cock, suddenly as insatiable as Veronica's cunt, was inching along the lower half of his stomach.
"Yvonne?" he called.
She appeared in the doorway, the light from the bathroom blazing behind her with the red light flashing onto her front. She stood poised as if about to break into fluid movement, one hand resting lightly against the door jam. She smiled, a question in her eyes.
He thought she looked like a disheveled goddess, an extremely desk-able goddess. His cock was completely hard again, and he felt it strain upwards and then slap gently against his lower abdomen.
"How about seconds?" he asked with a catch in his throat.
"Oh, yes!" she answered and moved quickly across the room towards him. She stood over him for a moment, savoring the sight of the man stretched out on his back with his hands behind his head, the cock straggling to rise up and falling back against his taut stomach muscles. She straddled him and then slowly lowered herself on her haunches so the mouth of her cunt was over his pelvic area.
George sighed with growing anticipation and brought his right hand forward to position his prick for entry.
"No," she whispered urgently, "let me do it."
"Do it good," he moaned and put his hand back behind his head, completely giving control to her.
Yvonne took his prick into her hand and held it in an upright position so that the thick head brushed against the lips of her cunt. She moved the cock slowly, brushing the head in a circular motion around the lips until he began to shiver from the sensation and moved his hips in a jerking motion, demanding penetration. Then Yvonne lowered herself further and the head moved into the wet cavity slowly. She remained on her haunches and placed one hand on either side of George's body. She dropped onto him slowly, restraining herself to give them the maximum pleasure from the penetration. George felt the hot walls of her love tunnel envelop his aching rod. He was tempted to grab onto her hips and push her completely over the prick with one swift stroke, but he left his hands behind his head. His body stiffened and his neck arched as she moved closer and closer to the base of his prick. Then at last she had completely impaled herself upon the prick. Then George did place his hands lightly on her hips. He flexed the head of his cock and felt it press against the snug walls of her smoldering cunt.
"George," she gasped, "you make me so hot. You make my cunt feel so good, George." She threw her head back and moaned. Using her hands for leverage, Yvonne began to raise and lower herself onto the stiff prick.
He raised his head and watched her as she moved her body up and down in the flashing red light. Each time she raised herself, the shaft of his cock, wet and pulsating from their passion, flashed in the light. Then just as the head of the cock was at the doors of her pussy, she slid down again and the flashing red tool was buried to the hilt in her blonde muff. She was bringing him to the heights of pleasure, and he already felt the familiar ache deep within his nuts. While she continued to rise and fall onto his prick, George massaged his balls with his hands, kneading the heavy sacs and squeezing them.
Yvonne lifted herself completely free of his prick, and the hard tool jerked upward wildly and then slapped against his stomach with a smacking sound. She got onto her hands and knees on the nig. "like a dog, George," she whispered in a voice made hoarse by lust. "Fuck me like a dog."
George's heart pounded wildly at the command for him to assume control again. He scrambled onto his knees behind her and caressed the white cheeks of her ass, relishing the touch with his hands as much as he knew he would enjoy the touch of them against his stomach. Yvonne moaned and backed up slightly, her pussy eager to reclaim the prick he was so willing to give her. Spreading the lips, of her cunt with one hand, he grabbed onto his cock with the other hand and positioned it for entry into the waiting opening. He slid forward easily, his back curved inward with the thrust, until his stomach pressed firmly up against her ass and his heavy balls swung in the air beneath the upturned cunt. He circled her waist from behind and massaged her lower abdomen as if trying to grab the hard tool buried beneath the soft, white flesh.
Yvonne had dropped her head, and he knew she was looking up from beneath, watching the pumping of his prick into her cavity. He moved in and out of her with a rotating motion so he could have the pleasure of maximum contact with her slippery walls and so she could have the pleasure of seeing his heavy and aching nuts swinging freely in the air. He wished it were possible for her to suck on his balls at the same time he fucked her. Leaving one hand on her hip, he lowered his other hand around and cupped the balls, knowing the sight of his hand massaging the hairy jewels would add to her stimulation. She moaned with frustration as if she, too, wanted to suck on them.
She lifted her head suddenly and looked at him over her shoulder, her mouth pursed in an imagined kiss.
"Faster," she moaned softly. "Fuck me faster."
George knew now that their lust would know no bounds, that their earlier passionate sex had been only a preliminary trial run for this encounter. He grunted and drove in and out of her with increased vigor, his balls swinging forward now with such force and momentum that they swung completely forward and slapped against the soft pouch of her lower stomach with each forward thrust of his stiff rod.
There was a sudden and an insistent knock on the door. Both of them growled with impatience. George ceased pumping and remained with his dick buried into her cunt while they waited for the unexpected visitor to go away. The knock, however, came again, louder and more demanding. George pulled out of her cunt, although she worked her muscles to restrain him. She whimpered with disappointment as the cock fell free. "Some stupid son of a bitch at the wrong door," he said harshly. "I'll get rid of them."
He walked towards the door, holding his balls and the shaft of his aching prick in one hand. Standing behind the door, be opened it a crack and leaned forward to peer out. At first he stared in puzzlement at the smiling intruder and then he recognized the bellboy who had fixed him up with the red-haired hooker. "What is it?" he demanded gruffly.
The bellboy smiled with cocky assurance and ran one hand through his curly black hair. He attempted to peer past George into the room, but George pushed the door closed so that it remained open only a slight crack. The bellboy grinned.
"George? What is it?" Yvonne called. He turned to her. She was still on her hands and knees on the floor waiting for the return of his prick up her-cunt. There was a nervous edge to her voice.
While George was turned away from the door, the bellboy pushed his way into the room and shut the door behind him. He looked at Yvonne who was too frozen with sudden fear to move. She looked like a wild animal about to spring out of danger. She looked up at George.
"Well. Well. Well," the bellboy murmured. "I guess I'll just have to report this to the management."
George looked at him with disbelief. The bellboy continued to smile in a noncommittal way, and George suddenly realized they would not be reported to the management if they gave the bellboy whatever it was he wanted.
"What do you want?" he demanded coldly.
"Well, I know what you don't want," he answered. "You don't want the little lady here to get into trouble. And I don't want no trouble, either."
"Well, what do you want?" Yvonne demanded, her voice rising with alarm at the prospect of scandal.
The bellboy looked at her. "To pitch in," he said and put his hand onto his crotch, rubbing at the swollen mass beneath the tight-fitting material.
George's cock had dwindled to its most flaccid state during the scene with the bellboy, but now it surged forward with increased passion at the suggestion of another party to their lovemaking. He looked at Yvonne with the question in his eyes.
She shook her blonde hair free of her face and smiled. "I'm hot enough," she said.
"Great," the bellboy answered with a sigh of relief and anticipation. He immediately began to undress. "Proceed," he said to George, "I'll be right there."
George crossed the room and got onto his knees behind Yvonne again. She moaned and backed up, helping him insert his ramrod hard prick into her hungry pussy. He slid in quickly and began pumping her at a steady pace. He looked over at the bellboy who had stripped off all his clothes except for his pants. George watched as the young man fumbled at the belt and then, pulling his pants free of his slender hips, stepped out of them and walked toward them. He was a good-looking man, perhaps too arrogant in his attitude, but with a solid body and a good-sized prick.
The bellboy squatted on the floor before Yvonne and then slid his body under her so that he was lying down with her head above his prick.
"Eat me," he moaned.
Yvonne lowered herself onto her elbows and began licking at the young man's dick until he cried out softly and, placing his hands onto the side of her head, demanded, "Suck it!"
Yvonne responded to his command quickly. Looking down the slope of her back and past her hunched shoulders, George saw the back of her head rise up and then drop again. The bellboy moaned and half raised the upper half of his body as she took the cock into her mouth, and then he fell back again with a sigh of pleasure. George wished there was a convenient mirror in the room. He would liked to have watched Yvonne suck the bellboy's cock while he pumped in and out of her molten cunt with an increasingly quickened tempo.
The bellboy raised himself up on his elbows and alternately looked down at Yvonne sucking his cock and up at George who was fucking her from behind. He smiled at George with contentment and raised one foot so his toes came into contact with George's aching nuts. He shivered as the probing of the foot against his balls became more and more firm.
"Let me swing around the other way," the bellboy said suddenly, breathing heavily from the passionate working of Yvonne's mouth. Yvonne lifted her head,-and he quickly reversed his position so that his head was now beneath George's cock as it entered and left the dripping tunnel of her quivering cunt. As Yvonne lowered herself to resume sucking him off from the new position, the bellboy stretched out his hands and ran them along the outside of George's thighs. Then the hands moved to the firm cheeks of his ass, which knotted tightly with every thrust into Yvonne. Finally the bellboy's hands moved forward and softly squeezed George's balls. George moaned and rotated his hips, increasing the pleasure for all of them.
George's hands were on Yvonne's hips, and the bellboy's hands reached around and grabbed onto his forearms. Using George's forearms for support, he pulled himself up so that George's balls brushed against his lips as they swung back and forth. George shivered and gripped Yvonne's hips tightly as he felt the bellboy's tongue flicker across his balls, licking at them hungrily. George was in the throes of pleasure. Using pressure from his thighs, George forced Yvonne's legs further apart so their interlocked bodies were lowered closer toward the bellboy's striving mouth. The boy responded quickly and took one of George's balls into his wet and warm mouth. George shivered as the bellboy rolled George's ball around the mouth. The ball was held firmly in the bellboy's mouth and each time George withdrew from Yvonne's cunt he felt the sac stretch and give until he thought it would tear free of his body. Then he moved forward again and the bellboy sucked hungrily as if trying to get at the tiny hard nut wrapped in the soft skin.
George no longer thought of anything except the sensations coursing through his loins. He was aware of Yvonne's increased moans and of the gurgling sound coming from the bellboy's working mouth. He saw the back of Yvonne's head bucking wildly as she struggled to keep her mouth clamped onto the bellboy's prick as he began to twist and thrust upward beneath her. Then he closed his eyes and felt only the wet warmth which enveloped his cock, his balls and spread through his entire body. He had never been so hot before, so totally in the power of a raging lust Then just as if lie had shoved a wet finger into an open electrical outlet, the wet warmth turned into a moment of blinding sensation that shot him far beyond pain or pleasure. He went completely with the sensation as it tore through his body, lost to it and no longer wondering if it were pain or pleasure. Then he felt the searing flash pass, and he felt the warmth again which was almost unbearable and he knew that it was the heat from his juice as it spurted into Yvonne's cunt.
Yvonne was also in the grips of her release. With her mouth clamped securely onto the bellboy's wildly jerking prick, her body shivered and quaked helplessly while the muscles of her cunt clamped onto George's cock tightly as if determined never to release the cock from its scorching embrace. The bellboy's teeth were gently digging into the flesh of George's balls. Then he opened his mouth and, with a sudden cry, he fell back upon the floor, gasping and panting hotly as his own juice tore through his body and splattered into Yvonne's mouth.
Yvonne, her body covered with sweat and still quivering with the tension of release, pulled away from George and crawled away. With a heavy sigh she sank onto the floor and lay panting and moaning with her mouth opened.
The bellboy lay flat on his back beneath George, his stomach heaving as the diminishing shudders passed through his young body. George lowered himself so his balls rested against the gasping mouth of the bellboy and fell forward, supporting himself on outstretched hands. He shivered as he felt the tips of the bellboy's fingers brush over the cheeks of his ass. George was still trembling and panting from the exertion as the bellboy slowly and absently licked at his balls. The tip of George's cock was resting at the base of the bellboy's throat. He felt it pull away and withdraw, flaccid and satisfied, it lay across the bellboy's cheek.
The bellboy's cock had gone limp, too. It lay across his lower abdomen, the thick shaft buried in the curly black hair, which glittered in the flashing neon light from Yvonne's saliva. George smiled with complete satisfaction and swung his leg over the bellboy's head. He dropped onto the floor and lay flat on his back with his arms opened wide with abandon. It had been a beautiful and a thrilling experience, and he would never again restrict himself sexually. For a fleeting moment he half wished the blonde muff which had brought him so much pleasure had been the dark, black muff of Veronica. He sighed, suddenly tired, and happily fell asleep.