Frank called and said he was in town. He always phoned out of the blue. When he said he was staying at the St. Francis on Union Square that surprised me. I'd heard that the cheapest room there was a hundred and fifty bucks a night and that was next to the laundry room. I guessed that he had made some good bucks sailing on merchant ships. I'd met him back in college a couple years ago and we'd fucked around for awhile. We drifted apart literally when he quit school and decided to become a sailor. Whenever he was in port in San Francisco we'd get together and compare notes. He'd been to whore houses around the world and sampled guys everywhere. The last time he was here he told me about a dude who'd blown him in Bangkok, who put.hot water in his mouth and used a special technique with his teeth to give a blowjob that was out of this °world. On the phone, Frank told me to bring some action with me. That was his standard line. I didn't have a steady at the time so I took a swing by Polk Street and spotted a hot blond about eighteen. He was sucking a joint and watching the people walk by. I thought he looked like fun so I decided to check him out. His name was Curtis and his story was that he'd had his backpack and stuff ripped off when he crashed on the grass in the park earlier. He was up from L.A and flat broke. His bio sounded phony, and I suspected that he was a professional, but I was late so invited him along anyway. He was quick to join me. In the St. Francis across the street, we took the elevator up to Frank's room in the new towers. The room was huge, with a radical view. We made the usual salutations and turned our attention to Curtis, who stood silent, taking in the whole scene. Frank had three bottles of Moet in ice buckets which he'd ordered from room service. He looked as tan and sexy as ever. We sat at the small table by the window and drank champagne. Frank started on one of his stories but sort of drifted off when the young buck in the other chair leaned back and stretched out his legs. Frank and I stared at the several pounds of meat that was lumped seductively between the boy's legs. His shirt stretched over his firm, rounded pecs and I began to instantly get hard. Some people were just not meant to wear clothes. The blond was definitely one of them. I decided it was time to check out that bulge in Curtis' crotch. I slowly reached over, placed my hand on the fat bulge and squeezed lightly. He responded with a smutty grin and spread his legs wider. I led Curtis over to the bed and tugged off his running shoes. peeled off his shirt and faded Levis. All the while he remained silent, his eyes riveted to the hard rod bulging in my pants. Underneath he was wearing a jockstrap. Curtis obviously had experience. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered for me to give him my cock. I shucked my clothes. looked over at Frank and motioned for him to join us but he gestured for us to continue. I got the message when I noticed in the shadows that he'd freed his meaty cock and was slowly jacking it with both hands. I went back to kissing Curtis as he parted his lips and my tongue probed his mouth and licked his perfect teeth. He rolled over on top of me. He went to work like a pro, sucking on my tits and licking down to my prick. He was like a horny animal, sex-starved in the way he licked my cockhead and deep-throated my uncut dick. I maneuvered him around into a sixty-nine position, facing his cum-stained jockstrap. I rubbed the stretched elastic pouch, stroking the young hard meat that pulsed beneath it. I reached around and felt his muscular asscheeks. I poked a finger into his moist asscrack, found the puckered hole and shoved my finger inside. The young stud squeezed my finger hard with his ass. He held my cock in his fist and jacked on it. I felt his marvelous tongue lick my balls. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time, covering them with his spit. Pulling off my nuts, he commanded me to stick my cock up his ass, emphasizing each word with a warm nuzzle into my balls. I had no problems with that. I rolled him over on his belly and mounted him. Hooking my fingers. into his jockstrap, I started to pull it off. "No, man. Fuck me with it on. Fuck me like a jock" The kid had some hot ideas and so far I was liking all of them. My cock seemed to swell even larger as I thought of fucking him while he wore his jockstrap, with the elastic bands stretched across his firm, smooth buns. Out of the corner of my eye I noted that Frank was working his cock furiously. He had scooted his chair around to get a bird's-eye view of the hot fucking action. I spread the young slut's juicy mounds and planted my tongue into his crack. My cock burned to ram itself between his cheeks. I dove in and buried my tongue deep in his tight hole. Curtis bucked and his hot tunnel opened and closed around my tongue while I rimmed him. I pulled away quickly and positioned my prick between his buns. I lunged all the way inside his hot, tight butthole, like a knife going through soft butter. I felt Curtis squeeze my cock with his ass muscles. I fucked the blond boy with slow deep cockstrokes. His was an ass that was made for fucking. His butt bucked against my pubic bush while I sliced in and out of his fuck-hole with my balls slapping against his asscheeks. I managed to get. Curtis' ass up in the air, with him on all fours, so that I had complete access to his steamy fuck-hole. I reached underneath him and squeezed his cock encased in the jockstrap and fucked him relentlessly. Frank took that moment to make his entrance on the scene. He got off the bed, crawling underneath Curtis and pulling the elastic jockstrap aside. The boy's huge swollen cock slapped up against his belly. He fastened his lips around the blond's rod and began a loud wet suck-off. With every thrust of my dick up Curtis' butt, I shoved the young bull's cock deeper into Frank's throat. The boy was going wild. His body shook and a constant stream of obscenities erupted from his mouth. He let out a scream and emptied his nuts into Frank's mouth. I grunted and spewed my scalding cum into the blond boy's butthole. I saw the hot rain of Frank's jizz fall down on my face and the boy's. The entire bed was a sticky, creamy mess. Cum was dripping down Frank's chin. My spent cock plopped out of Curtis' butthole and hot juice drained out of his asshole, streaking his thighs. We wound up spending all weekend in the hotel room and before we had finished we had tried every position we knew about and probably invented a few more. Curtis confessed that he probably ought to pay us. Curtis left with Frank and got a job on the ship. I got a postcard from them the other day. They're having a wonderful time and Curt really likes his new job. He asked me to make a reservation for him at the St. Francis for his next leave. They'll be here in two weeks. I've got a feeling it's going to be one hell of a party!
