Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
I had just gotten legally married to Chris. If you had told me two years ago that I, an older gay man in his 50s, would be marrying a 21 year old college student, I would have thought you crazy. But Chris and I just walked down the aisle at the local gay-friendly church, joined in holy wedlock by the lesbian minister. It was a lovely, although small and toned-down affair.
After the marriage ceremony, me and Chris drove to our bed and breakfast in town for our honeymoon. It is an old renovated 1920s hotel, now a gay resort, on the beautiful mahogany tree-lined Avenida Hermosa, in the Alhambra neighborhood. We walked in the blazing sun in the 90 degree heat and humidity, to check into the Honeymoon Suite, still in our wedding suits.
Once we checked in, the manager-owner called in the bellboy to carry our luggage to our room. The bellboy was boyishly cute, about Chris’s age, and wore a sharp-looking white uniform with golden epaulets on the shoulders, similar to the sailor’s uniforms staff members on cruise ships wear. He was a friendly guy, quite talkative. Which was a good thing, since we made him carry a week’s worth of changes up three flights of stairs, since the elevator was currently out of order.
“Sorry we’re doing this to you, son,” I said. “But Chris here,” I explained while affectionately patting him on the shoulder, “insisted on bringing everything we need for the whole week. I asked, why can’t we just stop at the house a couple of times and get what we need— we live just across town— but no…”
Chris interrupted, “But that wouldn’t be a real honeymoon! You’re supposed to be completely away from home the whole time. It’s supposed to be a vacation— not a staycation!”
“So you guys live around here,” asked the bellboy?
“Yeah, 20 minutes away, in Springfield Palms,” I said. “Chris here is still excited about vacationing in this lovely resort city…”
“Don’t you love it here?” Chris asked rhetorically.
“Not for vacation I don’t,” I retorted. “I want to go somewhere else, where I don’t have to deal with the vibe of this place.” I had to keep in mind that I agreed to this place out of love for Chris, and well, if I experience my home town as a tourist for the first time in my life, then what’s the harm in that?
“Hey John, what does it matter?” Said my new husband, punching me playfully on the shoulder, flashing his big playful grin. “We’re gonna be up here fucking all week!” I noticed Chris caught the eye of the bellboy, conspiratorially, who then looked at me.
We finally got to our room, after three trips up and down those stairs. Both Chris and I were panting, so we knew our poor bellboy must have been exhausted. Indeed, sweat soaked through his shirt. But he looked at us, with an unmistakable earnest, eager expression.
“You must be worn out,” I said to the bellboy. “Why don’t you rest up here for awhile?”
The cool air conditioning in the room felt good, after climbing up and down the stairs in the 90 degree heat in our dress suits. Me and Chris exchanged looks, as in, shall we go for it?
Chris smiled at the bellboy and extended his arms, and moved toward him until they embraced. I moved forward, wrapping my arms around the other two.
“We’d like to share our honeymoon with you,” I whispered in our new friend’s ear.The three of us were now kissing, caressing each other. Chris started French kissing the other young man.
“What’s your name, son?” I asked the bellboy, as I ran my fingers through his black hair.
“Paul.”
Chris started unbuttoning Paul’s shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He started kissing the young man’s chest, settling on sucking his nipples. “Just like unwrapping a Christmas present,” said my husband.
Chris quickly dispatched with his black dress coat and tossed it. Paul unbuckled Chris’s belt, and unzipped and pulled his pants and underwear down, causing Chris’s strong erection to spring free. Our bellboy wasted no time dropping to his knees and giving my husband head.
“Yeah, suck my husband’s cock!” I whispered huskily. “Suck him good!” Chris caressed Paul’s face as Paul bobbed up and down on my husband’s penis, now glistening with saliva. I watched this arousing scene as I got out of my wedding suit and became naked.
“Squeeze my balls as you suck me!” Commanded Chris to the help. Paul did just as he was told, It was quite a sight to watch him pleasuring my husband, occasionally rubbing a hand up his belly to his chest, pinching a nipple from time to time.
“Oh man, this feels so fucking good!” I could tell that Paul was getting Chris closer to orgasm, building up his arousal.
Suddenly Chris grabbed Paul’s head and pumped his cock into the bellhop’s mouth. “Oh God, I’m fucking cumming!” He yelled, as he ejaculated, and Paul dutifully swallowed every bit of it.
After a moment’s rest, Chris was more than eager to return the favor to our new friend. He dropped to his knees and sucked the bellboy’s hard-on, dripping with pre-cum. I stood behind Paul, massaging his back and shoulders.
“My husband is a great cocksucker,” I whispered in Paul’s ear. “Just enjoy it.” I French kissed the bellhop, and sucked on his nipples and sniffed his pits, as Chris slobbered all over Paul’s cock and balls, running his fingers through the bellboy’s bush.
Soon enough, Chris had worked Paul up to orgasm. I have to admit that it was fucking hot to watch Paul ejaculate all over my new husband’s face and chest.
“Yeah Paul, shoot your hot cum on my husband! Cover him up with your sperm!”
The bellboy, once he had finished ejaculating, embraced Chris, and started licking up his spunk off my new life mate.
Finally the two younger men laid me down on the giant king sized bed, Paul laying on one side, and
Chris on the other. They both started sucking me, pleasuring my cock. Chris started kissing me, and so did Paul, who beat my meat. After watching the other two, it didn’t take long for me to start shooting all over my chest..
The three of us lay on the bed, exhausted. It had been a long day, and all three of us needed a rest. So my husband, our new friend, and I fell asleep, taking a long nap, arm in arm, enjoying the soft bed and the cool air conditioning.
