Gay Erotic Stories

" . . . and you're all checked in sir. Miguel will help you with your bags. If there is anything you need, please give us a call. Enjoy your stay with us at the La Cantera resort. " And with that I proceeded to my room with Miguel in tow with my bags, actually my bag. I don't know why they wanted to send him with me, with only one bag, but I am not going to complain. It usually isn't so easy to get a 22 year old, 5'11" Latino stud into your hotel room. We stood by the elevator for a moment, "Is this your first time to the La Cantera resort sir?" he asked me. "Yes, it is. I've stayed at the Hacienda resort a few times, but never here." "The Hacienda resort is nice, but you'll like it better here. We take more pride in satisfying our guests here." he replied as the elevator door opened. We entered and he hit the button for the 6th floor. He stood by the door, and he looked so good in his uniform, which wasn't much of a uniform. All he had to wear was a nicely pressed white shirt and khaki pants. His khaki pants looked especially good on him. We got to my floor and headed to my room. When we got to my room, he pointed out all the amenities. "And if you need anything, all you have to do is hit the service express button on your phone and we'll be here. If it's a taxi to the night clubs downtown or to draw a bubble bath, we're here to make your stay most enjoyable." We spoke about the times of the restaurant and he asked me if I would be dining alone. I told him that my friend would be arriving later this evening. "So, you're all alone for now?" I was slightly caught off guard when he said this, but I didn't let it phase me. "Well, yeah, if you were to leave I would be." I replied. "So, you wouldn't mind if I stayed for awhile?" "Not at all." I replied with a smile. He proceeded over to the desk phone and called downstairs to let them know he was going to take his lunch break now. When he hung up, he took off his nametag, turned to me, "Well, I'm off the clock now. Hi, I'm Miguel, what’s your name?" We shook hands, his hand was very firm and masculine. "Since it's your lunch hour, are you hungry?" I asked. "I am hungry." He looked at me with a devilish grin in his face. He walked over to me, I was sitting down. "Are you hungry?" he asked, I stood up, "Yeah. I'm getting hungry." I could tell he was getting 'hungry' as well; those khaki pants didn't leave much to the imagination. I stood up and was looking right at him. He reached out and touched my cheek, and lightly stroked his hand on my face. I turned my face away from him for a second. He leaned forward and kissed my neck, my most sensitive spot. I could feel his breath on my neck, as he ran his mouth against my neck to my ear, and whispered, "I'm very hungry." I turned towards him and kissed him fully on the mouth. His hands grabbed my arms slid his arms around me. He pushed me back and we fell on to the bed. As our bodies fell together, we became like animals. Running our hands all over each other, kissing deeply, flinging our tongues against each other. I grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it, sliding my hands up and feeling his chest. I could feel his smooth abs and his nipples, firm and perky. He sat up, and leaned back. I unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off, then I took off his undershirt. His body was gorgeous. Smooth tanned skin, a little bit of hair. I leaned up and kissed his nipples, sucking gently on each one, I leaned back and soon I was on top, taking control. He slid his hands under my shirt and took it off; I started to kiss his chest, exploring his body with my lips. I kicked off my shoes and socks with my toes. It was warming up in the room, quite fast. Soon, my tongue was leading me to his waist, and I stared to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. I rolled onto my side and he stood up. He kicked off his shoes and then took off his pants and underwear. There he stood in front of me, in all his human glory. If this was the way they treated their guests here, I would never go home. This man worked out and worked out well, his body was toned very well, subtly defining every muscle. And then at eye level, stood his delicious cock, 7 inches of Latin manhood. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth, wrapping my hands around the base, he leaned forward and placed his hands on the back of my head. I wrapped my tongue around his cock, as he slid it in and out, fucking my face. " Oh damm, that's what I want. Suck that cock." he moaned. I leaned back and said, "If you're going to make noise, I better give you something to keep quiet" "Se, papi!" Oh he did not just speak to me in Spanish. That is one thing that just turns me on even more. I stood up and pushed him back on the bed, took off my own pants. Climbed on top of him, and gave him a mouthful of white meat. He took to it very well. Pushing up on my body and helping me face fuck him. He sucked hard. Damn hard. I almost had to fight my way out of his mouth. I slid down his body, stopping when he stared to lick my nipples. I was in ecstasy--his hands on my back, rubbing my ass. He spread his legs, and wrapped them around me. "Are you hungry for more?" I asked. "Definitely. Let me know what you’re made of." I reached down and prepped him and me for the main course. When I was ready, I teased his hole with my cock, pushing a little bit and then pulling away and then pushing at it again. I finally slid right in. He was good and firm, not too tight. I started fucking him, pushing his feet into the air. He squinted, as I would push harder, faster and faster. As I was fucking him he started to jerk his own cock. I leaned forward and we kissed, tonguing each other. His body was glistening with sweat, and I gladly would lean down to kiss his nipples, biting them and sucking on them. As we fucked harder, we both seemed to build more and more; I could tell he was getting closer as was I. Then I pulled out, and jerked myself as well as him, to the brink of explosion, when we both shot all over each other. Moaning and groaning. I fell on my side. Totally exhausted. We lay there for a few moments before he got up. He went to the shower and cleaned up. I went in and watched him, soap up and wash off; I joined him in the shower stall. We kissed passionately but he had to get back to work. I cleaned up quickly. When I came out of the bathroom he was combing his hair and about ready to leave. "I left my number on the desk. Call me." "I will. I definitely will." We hugged and kissed. He looked into my eyes one last time and I could have just melted right then. "And don't worry, I called housekeeping and they'll be right up to clean up the sheets for you." "Thanks." He stared to leave, just then a housekeeping cart appeared, he turned around and said, "Oh, hey Brad, meet my brother, Javier." He turned to Javier and said, with a grin, "Be nice to him, he's a special guest." He smiled and left. Oh brother!