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Subject: Quality Room Service This story first appeared in 2012 as one of many vignettes titled “Encounters With Boys”. Over the years, I’ve wanted to expand on some of those short stories and thus, this expanded version. A second chapter is already in the works. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It really was a paradise, an island paradise at that. If it hadn’t been for Jonathan I would have either stayed home or gone some place lame and staid, like Cleveland or Fargo. Not that I’m dissing those places you understand. Hell, I’d lived in Chicago with Jonathan for 6� years, it’s just that in my mind they aren’t terribly exciting and certainly aren’t exotic in any way shape or form. I had cared for Jon the last 6 years of his life because there wasn’t anyone else. When he finally passed away, just before all the new treatments rendered HIV/AIDS something less than an absolute death knell, he left me virtually everything except a couple million that went to AIDS research. On his deathbed Jonathan had told me to get away, take a year long trip, live life a little bit before I settled back down to the mundane task of day to day living, not that I would ever have to. “You’re young, handsome, fit as a fiddle; go find some boy to get your blood running again.” Jonathan knew everything there was to know about me, had known for years that I liked boys, hell I was a boy when he first met me, albeit almost of legal age. I had been a candy striper at a local hospital when we met then became a nurse’s aide. I’d given Jon his baths and I’d wiped his ass almost more times than my own. He knew I wanted to become a nurse and offered to pay for school if I would be his caretaker while I went to school and his nurse afterward. “You’re very pleasing to the eye Dana, and you’re gentle and caring and I have more money than I could possibly need; you would make more money than anyplace else too.” But it wasn’t the money;’ Jon was really easy to work for and I had genuinely cared for him. So, I took him up on his offer, went to school and got my BSN. My plan was to continue and get my masters and become a PA- a physician’s assistant and I’d already completed almost a year toward that end. Although I didn’t need the money it would pay well and give me something to do in a field that I loved. When he died, Jonathan was worth some 18 million dollars and I got everything but 2 million. I sold the 15 room house that sat on 1 acre for another 9 million, unloaded a couple of luxury cars. I put a 1965 427 Shelby Cobra and a Ferrari 250 GTO into storage and headed for the South Pacific or thereabouts. Jonathan had told me a couple of times of an island resort that was somewhat exclusive and beside suite like rooms in a main building also offered small cottages, each far enough from the other for privacy and as well as seclusion. “You really must go there Dana, after I’m gone. I insist, in fact consider it my last dying wish.” That is where I elected to go. I was escorted to my cottage by a very beautiful young woman clad in what I considered to be localized attire; a glaring white sarong of sorts, ankle high sandals and large hibiscus blossom attached at her right ear to hold back long flowing black hair. She showed me through the cottage then said that my servant would be there shortly to assist me. I told her that I didn’t particularly want a servant but she didn’t particularly listen and left, closing the door behind her. Ten minutes later there was a soft rap at the palm frond door of my cottage. I rolled my eyes and was prepared to turn away whoever was interrupting my solitude. I opened the door and was immediately spellbound; any thought of turning him away vanished. Standing before me was an adolescent; at least I thought he was, 14 or perhaps 15 years old. He was probably 5’5, three inches shorter than me, and slender, typical of males in that part of the world. He was wearing a pair of white cotton pants and a white top that was similar to a martial arts Gi top in that one side crossed over the other and tied at the opposite hip. The fabric was loose and somewhat blousy, also typical for that part of the world. The white of his garment was a sharp contrast to the mocha color of his skin. A perfectly oval face, there wasn’t a blemish to be seen anywhere. Huge dark eyes, the slight oval a hint of Asian genes, with thick black brows and lashes highlighted the top third of his face while full sensuous lips brought attention to the bottom. Red tinged with a perfect cupid’s bow they created the frame for crystal white teeth. His nose was slightly broad, as opposed to aquiline, but still provided the best possible visual connection between the other two features. His hair was of course pitch black and was cut a layered earl length style only the ends were somewhat grown out so it looked a tad bit shaggy, but cute. “My name is Hajii sir,” he stated in a voice that retained some of the lightness of a boy but the promise of a young adult. “I am here to serve you. May I come in?” There was absolutely no way I was going to refuse this young God, no way I was going to send him away. I stepped aside and he came into the room, leaving his sandals at the door. “May I check your suite sir, to make sure everything is satisfactory?” I loved the sound of his voice, and while he spoke perfect English it had an accent that was somewhere between British and something else that I couldn’t readily identify. I nodded my head and the boy immediately went from room to room, opening cupboards and checking behind doors before returning to where I still stood. “Everything is in order sir. Is there anything that I might get for you or do for you?” “Well Hajii I’m not exactly sure why you’re here or what it is you can do for me.” He smiled slightly, not a grin, but enough to show some teeth and I thought I detected a twinkle in his eyes. “I am here to attend to your every need sir within reason of course. I will fetch your meals should you choose to eat here, making sure that the lazy kitchen louts do their job, that your food is hot or cold as need be and that your food is arranged perfectly. If there is something else you require I will do my best to provide it for you. I will turn down your bed, help you to dress or undress, run your bath, bathe you if you like. I am adept at massage, I can mix island drinks. I will put you to bed and will sleep on the small sofa in your room should you need me during the night. If you wish I will serve you dressed or undressed or in a costume if you desire. If you require a bed mate then I shall fill that need as well or find you an adequate bed mate.” I was a little shocked at that. Jonathan hadn’t mentioned any of this to me. “Well Hajii, that is certainly a great deal to consider. A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought and I watched as Hajii went to answer it. He stepped aside immediately and a porter entered, leaving sandals at the door. Hajii directed the man to put my luggage in the bedroom, which he did, then left. “I will unpack your things sir. Would you like me to prepare you a drink?” I said that would be fine and when asked, told him I would leave it up to him but didn’t want something too strong or too sweet. What I ended up with was a tall glass of liquid that had a slight coconut flavor. Hajii left the room only to return less than 5 minutes later. I really hadn’t escort ankara brought that much stuff. He brought the novel I’d been reading and set it down on an end table. While he’d been unpacking I had considered what I was going to do with him which somehow segued into what he’d said about being adept at massage. I’d been on airplanes for almost 11 hours and despite it being in first class I was a little knotted up. “Perhaps you would like a shower or bath sir followed by a massage?” I nodded my head and asked if he was reading my mind. “No sir but if you may forgive me for saying so you have been traveling for some time, you look as if a shower and massage might be in order.” I smiled, thinking he was quite a polite young thing but told him I thought it was an excellent idea. I stood up and followed him to the bathroom where he started the water for me then stood to one side. Neither of us said anything or moved for a good 30 seconds, Hajii looking straight ahead. “Are you waiting for something Hajii?” He explained that he was waiting for me to get in the shower then he would put my clothes in a hamper for the laundry. “If you would like I will leave the room sir.” I thought about that and wondered why I was being such a shy violet. “No, I guess it’s okay Hajii. I’m just not used to getting undressed in front of strangers, especially a boy.” Not exactly true given that I’d had an active enough sex life except for the past couple of years or so when my time and attention were fully focused on Jonathon. “I understand sir. I can turn my back if you would like.” I almost laughed but didn’t. I set my finished drink glass on a counter then began to peel my clothes off. In my underwear I stepped over to the shower and with my back to the boy, dropped and then stepped out of them and moved around the waist high wall into the shower. I turned enough to watch Hajii leave the room with my clothes, observing his slender butt as he walked away from me, snagging the glass as went by it. I luxuriated under the water, cleaned myself using a very lovely scented soap that had been provided. As soon as I turned off the water Hajii appeared and handed a large bath towel over the wall to me. “If you wish sir, take care of your private area and I will do the rest for you.” Well now, that seemed like a spectacular idea; getting dried off by a spectacular looking young boy. I did my crotch and my butt and stepped out of the shower holding the towel loosely around my waist. Standing behind me the boy took the towel and I let go. If Hajii had any reaction to my naked ass I never knew it. He didn’t hesitated but immediately began drying me off starting at my shoulders and working down. He reached around me to dry my chest and belly then dried my legs, front and back while still behind me. When he was done he reached around me again and nimbly folded the edges of the towel at my hip. I wondered how in the hell he’d gotten trained to do all this. I followed the boy to my room, this time admiring his butt from up close. I didn’t exactly feel my dick start to harden but it was close to it. “You may lay on the bed sir,” the boy said, stepping aside and waving his arm in invitation. “You may leave the towel on if you like, although it is damp.” The suggestion was taken and again, with my back to him, I dropped the towel then lay face down on the bed, immediately taken in by the softness of it. “If I may sir, to do an adequate job I need to straddle your bottom.” I told him that was fine. “With your permission sir I need to take off my over clothes.” That peaked my interest so I turned my head. “Whatever is easiest for you Hajii.” I said. The boy quickly untied and removed his top revealing a nicely put together upper torso. He seemed more developed that his age would suggest; pectoral muscles very well defined and actually protruding slightly. The line of separation between the muscles ran south and continued on through a defined set of abs which was also clearly outlined by the crease of the boys’ hips. Of course everything ended at the waistband of the pants he was wearing. I continued to watch him take his pants off, bending at the waist and as the garment cleared his body I got a little surprise. He laid the pants neatly on a chair and faced me. “Do I please you sir,” he asked in a softened voice. I didn’t get that he was fishing for a compliment, he honestly wanted to know and it seemed important to him. What he wore as an undergarment was similar to a fundoshi; a long piece of cloth that is wrapped a certain way to cover the crotch, sometimes the entire butt although sometimes like a thong, in the crack. I couldn’t see the back but the front was more than nice. What Hajii was wearing was white, of course, but a very light weight and thin linen. I could almost make out his boyhood charms as they nestled in the soft cloth but what I could see was that he filled the cloth out quite nicely. Also, the front was worn low so it highlighted the flat pubic bone and the creases that helped make it so. “You are an amazing boy Hajii and I mean that sincerely.” He gave me the briefest of smiles. “Thank you sir.” I watched him go the closet, also saw that he was wearing the cloth thong style in the back, his glorious butt swaying as he walked. He returned with a medium sized bottle in his hand. “May I massage you now?” Indeed he could. I nodded then lay my head on the pillow, felt the bed move slightly as Hajii got on and straddled me, then the weight of his body in the small of my back and onto the curve of my butt. In a moment I felt the warmth of his hands as he ran them over my upper back, smearing my skin with a pleasant smelling emollient and then he went to work. I was surprised at the strength in his hands as he dug into my shoulders and worked on my upper back. I was also conscious of the warmth of his groin in my lower back and the movement of what I assumed was his balls as he moved his upper body. Hajii eventually moved so that he was sitting below my butt and then, when he leaned forward, I felt the distinct pressure against my crack. I knew that it was the boys’ cock. He continued to work on my back, leaning to and fro like a washerwoman doing laundry and his cock continued to push against the crack of my ass. I felt myself become stimulated by the movement, the carnality of it all. After a total of about 15 minutes he asked if I was feeling better, I was. Did I want to turn over and he would massage my chest, I did, but I was also about half way hard. “Umm well Hajii, I would but I’m afraid that my body has reacted to your massage.” The boy didn’t understand. “Did I hurt you, did I do something wrong,” he asked me, a slight bit of fear in his young voice. He had gotten off of me and was standing beside the bed. I had turned my head to look in his direction and of course was all but face to face with his groin which didn’t help my rigidity one iota. From that close I could make out the darker part of his moss beneath the fabric. “No,” I said, looking up at him and chuckling. “I mean, down there,” and here I nodded at his groin. He still wasn’t sure what I was talking about so I spelled it out for him. “I mean, I started to get hard.” I swear the boy blushed. “I am so sorry sir, I didn’t mean…” I hushed him and told him it wasn’t a bad thing, I just wasn’t sure I wanted him to see me that way. He composed esenyurt escort himself quickly. “I understand sir but if I may say, that isn’t unusual and I am trained to not be surprised about such things sir. We are men here.” I didn’t comment on that. “I am also trained to,” and here he paused slightly, “to help you relive the pressure if you would like.” That certainly got my attention. “Hhmm, in what way would you relieve the pressure?” He said that he could achieve that in any way I would like. I thought I heard a catch in his voice. “Have you ever done that before Hajii?” I was curious as to his training. I knew that in some cultures both boys and girls were trained in the arts of love, often starting at a young age, usually by adults who were assigned that task. “So you have had some practice?” He nodded his head. “Yes I have sir, although only on boys my age or younger. I have not been with a man and I have never been penetrated sir, except for fingers.” Hajii didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable or embarrassed about making those revelations. “For you sir, if you choose, you may use me as you would a woman.” The idea of fucking that young God did not help my erection to go away, in fact, quite the opposite. I decided to go ahead with his suggestion, that is, to have him relieve the pressure albeit not in the manner that he most recently suggested. I rolled onto my back and while Hajii looked straight at my dick no reaction showed on his smooth brown face. “What would you like me to do sir?” “What I would really like is for you to remove the sash Hajii.” His hand went to his waist, found an end to the cloth and he tugged. It was tied in such a way that a single tug would undo it because all it took from there was for the boy to pull the fabric out of his gluteal cleavage then drop the garment on the floor, which he did, and stood before me naked as the day he was born. I’m sure that my chin must dropped because he asked, “Do I please you sir?” Hajii was every inch a boy; at least seven of them I would reckon, probably more. His cock hung beautifully, the tip of the head barely peeking out from beneath his foreskin. He was also fairly thick, all in all, larger than most boys his age. At the base of the brown tube was a patch of pitch black pubic hair that had at least an inch to go on either side before it reached the deep crease of his pubic bone and wasn’t more than an inch and a half high. Beneath that hung a nice set of balls, one lower than the other, in a completely smooth and hairless sac. “You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen Hajii,” I said softly. Truly, he was. I reached out and he stepped forward. I cupped his magnificent cock in the palm of my hand and gently squeezed it. The boy inhaled sharply and began to thicken immediately. “Would you like me to touch you sir?” I let go of him and propped myself up on one elbow and looked him in the eyes. “When we are like this Hajii, you don’t have to ask. Let your own curiosity and feelings dictate what you do. I can’t think of anything that I would be offended by. In this, we are lovers and partners; you aren’t my servant nor I your master. Do you understand?” He nodded his head and said that he would try to remember that. Meanwhile I watched his cock continue to rise until it stood proud and firm in front of his flat belly. I swear the kid was bigger than me if only slightly; 7� to 8 inches long with a very respectable girth. Taking him inside my ass was going to take a fair amount of foreplay. “Would you like to touch me Hajii?” He nodded his head “Very much sir.” The beautiful young teen reached down and took hold of my cock and gently squeezed up and down its length, exploring, testing. My own hand let go of his cock and cupped his balls, reveling in the feeling of the soft and warm flesh. Hajii held my cock more upright and began to stroke me and I elected to do the same for him but only for a second or 5. “Come, lay with me Hajii.” I moved over to give the boy room and a moment later he was lying on his back next to me, me propped up on an elbow and simply taking in the sight of him. Being able to feast my eyes on such a work of art was almost heart stopping. Everything from his skin color to the various hills and valley’s of his body was glorious to behold. His cock hung in the air above his flat belly, pulsing with each beat of his young heart. Hajii’s head was turned so he could watch me, the boy not quite sure what his role for the moment was. I reached out and rubbed my hand on his chest, reveling in the feel of growing muscle, then down the slope of his rib cage to his belly and the slight bump of his belly button. “I like it when you touch me sir,” Hajii said in a soft voice. I told him I loved touching him as I ran my finger tips through his pubic thatch then took hold of him again and stroked, admiring how his foreskin slid back and forth over the swollen head. “Do you mind if I suck you Hajii?” I don’t know why I bothered to ask that question but there it was. “You may do as you wish with me sir; you need not ask permission for I am here to serve you.” “Well first off, start calling me by my name which is Dana,” I told him. I leaned over, held his cock upright then lowered my head and took him into my mouth. I’d retracted his foreskin so allowed my lips to explore the ridge of the head, my tongue to explore the satiny surface and sample his precum. I heard the boy gasp then felt his hand on my back and his hips thrust upward slightly. I suckled him for a good minute or more, alternating between stroking him and playing with his balls. It didn’t take long before his breathing quickened and while I certainly wanted him to cum for me, I didn’t want to rush it either. I took my mouth away, licked all over his cock head, slid his foreskin up into a nipple and sucked that into my mouth and twirled it with my tongue. I went back to sucking him again and after another minute stopped and moved back alongside him. I looked down onto his face, and while his eyes met mine there weren’t much of them visible, his lids over half way closed from the lust that I imagined to be pouring through his body. I lowered my head, Hajii knew what was coming and didn’t move except to open his mouth a little bit. I kissed him lightly on the lips, repeated that action but on the third one left my lips resting against his. I moved my lips in a kissing manner and the boy responded accordingly which convinced me that kissing had been part of his training. It only took a moment before his arms went around my neck and his tongue pressed into my mouth to find my tongue and engage in battle. While we kissed, my free hand roamed up and down his body sliding to the inside of his thigh and coming up under his nuts and pushing the sac up as far as it go stretch then gently lowering them again. I let my fingers rub in the crease of his thigh, my hand continuing to rub against his balls before moving up, stroking him a few times then continuing up to rub his chest and a stiff little nipple. When we broke the kiss Hajii rolled his head to the side and sucked in oxygen, the move exposing his tender neck which I went for like a mosquito for blood. He gasped loudly as I sucked in the soft crook and pulled my head tighter to him. I was overjoyed that the boy was letting himself go, allowing for free response to eskişehir escort what was happening to his body and restraining himself as it appeared he had been taught to do. I finally rolled away and Hajii followed me until he was above me, his crotch resting against my hip and one leg between mine. He looked down on me, leaned his head down, and kissed me and I of course responded in kind. My hand had been at his sides and I ran them up onto his back and rubbed, moving downward to the valley at the small of his back then up the other side onto the fleshy mounds of his butt. I have to say the boy had a very delectable ass. We continued an open mouthed kiss. He gently ground his hips against me as I kneaded his cheeks, pulling them open. I wanted to explore his boy hole and given that he was there for my pleasure, for my use, I could have but didn’t. I would get there in time but for right then I wanted to take the boy along gently, don’t ask me why. I guess I wanted to savor each new exercise, to take my time with it and thus surprise the gorgeous boy over and over again. Hajii finally broke the kiss and once again just looked into my eyes. He was breathing somewhat heavily, in the throes of lust. I felt like it was time to get the boy off. I loved watching a boy cum, loved being the one to make him drain his balls of their honey, loved watching the play of emotion as they went higher and higher and finally reached their peak and then experienced the sweet release of orgasm. I rolled Hajii over, switching places with the adorable young thing, reaching down as I did it to take hold once again of rigid flesh. “I want to make you cum Hajii.” He gave me a questioning look. He didn’t know the word. “I want to make your sperm squirt out,” I said for clarification. The boy smiled and nodded his head. He certainly knew what that meant. I had continued to slowly stroke him but after he knew what I was talking about I slid down again to take him into my mouth. I deep throated the boy, bouncing his sensitive cock head off the back of my throat then backed off to service just his cock head. I took a moment or two to suckle his foreskin into a nipple before plunging my head back down to engulph his hard cock. He gasped when I did that, squeezed at his cock head with my throat muscles. Hajii didn’t have to tell me when he was getting close, I could feel it. I moved back up the bed and lay alongside of him, gently kissing his lips as I jacked him off. In between one of the kisses I heard a change in his voice then backed away so that I could watch the show. I watched his facial muscles go through the changes as he went through the hills and valleys of impending orgasm, constricting the muscles as if in pain then relaxing in bliss. “Oohhhh,” he moaned and I turned my attention to his waist. His cock thickened against my fingers and I made sure his foreskin was fully retracted when his cock head erupted. Afterwards I thought about how appropriate that word was for his first squirt went all the way to his chest, a long ropey strand of sperm that stretched from his neck to his nipples. The second squirt was equally large and went almost as far and both squirts had small droplets of cum that fell away from the larger globs and left small white spots on his belly. From there it was mostly small squirts that landed mostly around his belly button or simply burped out of his cock head to run down onto my fingers, the motion of my jacking him causing them to sort of fling off onto his body. Hajii had thrust his hips upward to meet my hand for the first couple of shot but finally relaxed back onto the bed as I finished him. I continued to slowly stroke the boy, releasing his foreskin so that it would ride back and forth over the head, creating more ripples of intense pleasure. It seemed to me that, in general, uncut boys were more able to stand the extreme sensitivity of their post sperming cock heads that those of us who had been deprived of that glorious bit of skin. I finally, reluctantly, let go of him, lowering his cock and not just dropping it. It was already losing some of its hardness and rested against his body, the head in a pool of cooling sperm. I wiped of the cum from his chest and began to jack off. Using fresh squeezed boy sperm for lube is a big turn on for me. That, coupled with the fact that I hadn’t been with anyone for over a year, brought me to orgasm pretty quickly. Hajii was propped up on both elbows to watch. It was a rather spectacular show if I do say so myself, and I just did. There were 5 solid volleys of white goo, the first one going up into my hair and the last one on my belly, the rest everywhere in between. After that is was burping and oozing with cum flowing into my pubic hair, down my rhumb and my cock and onto my balls. “It was wonderful to see your squirt your stuff out Dana. Did my sperma help you to make yours Dana,” he asked and I told him it did then asked if he had ever used something slippery like to jack off. I had to explain the word to him but he said no, he never had but he’d like to try it sometime, soon. Because of the mess we elected to take a shower where Hajii washed me from top to bottom, applying pressure where necessary, and being very gentle at other times. The boy hummed softly to himself and I found that I was being lulled by the sounds and feel of his work. When he was done I insisted that I get to return the favor and although it was against his training, Hajii allowed me to have my way. I really wanted to move him away from his belief and training that he was my servant. I wanted to the boy to feel like we were a couple, two males dedicated to serving each other. I wanted a fully reciprocal arrangement with the boy and I certainly hoped that he would feel the same way. My desire was in fact, reciprocated. “How was that experience for you Hajii,” I asked him after we dried off and snuggled in the bed atop a soft and fluffy feather mattress. “This was everything that I dreamed it would be like, being with a man. I am so glad that you are my first Dana.” I was a little shocked but he seemed genuine and again, seemed to read my mind. “I know, we are supposed to be trained to avoid feelings and involvement but I can’t help it. “I am super glad that you enjoyed it. I loved every second of it Hajii and want to do it again with you. And, I am pleased that you are experiencing strong feelings and wanting involvement. I was just thinking how wonderful it would be to be serious lovers and not just customer and servant.” I swear the kid got tears in his eyes and hugged me fiercely. “Thank you for saying that Dana, I feel like the gods are shining down on me, on us. And I know there’s lots of other things we can do too and I’d like to do them all with you, I mean, if you want too. We’re not supposed to ask.” The boy seemed a little sheepish, his head down. I put my hand under his chin and lifted it then gently kissed him on the lips. “Okay but for the next 2 weeks I want you to promise me something.” “Anything,” he responded, his face a complete mask of sincerity. “If there is anything you want to do or try I want you to tell me. Okay. And if we’re in the middle of doing sexy things and you want to touch or lick or, well, you know what I mean, you don’t have to ask. You can just do it, okay.” Hajii gave me a huge smile and said he would try then added, “I think I’d like to try some kissing again then we’ll see what comes up.” I think the boy had actually made a joke. For over 320 other Tag_m stories go to the prolific authors link on Nifty home page While there, click the donate button And make a monetary contribution To Nifty Please help support Nifty And in the process Support the 1st fty//