Any luck with hotel staff?

[Maxl]

No not really. It’s actually safer. You ask the guy for his description and you meet him downstairs so you can check him out first. If he seems wacko or drunk/high you return back upstairs to your room and save yourself a potentially hazardous hookup.

exactly！

[Bargara Leatherboy]

I worked for a while in a hotel bar.

One long weekend we had a submarine crew staying, they have to be housed on land when the sub is tied up, they spent the day drinking in the bar,towards the end of the eveenjng a senior officer offered me a note with his room number and come up and see me a when you finish.

I did he must have fallen asleep as he did not answer the door .

A month or two later one weekend night. Sr was not very busy, at close a customer asked me to double check his account , while chatting about that he said he had been checking out my cute ass all night and come up and see me.

I did and we had fun

[Philjl]

Several years ago I was in Boca Raton for a meeting and my incident happened. I was delayed in arriving due to weather and it was later in the evening. I had arrived wearing my suit from the day at work in NYC. I noticed a really hot muscular Latin bell man working and we spoke as I was checking in. I go to my room and immediately get started to work on something due the next morning, but a problem with the WiFI!

 

I call downstairs to tell the front desk about it and they send someone up. The bell man shows up at my door! Hot in his uniform and an obvious package! So I sit down at my laptop and he stands next to me trying to explain what to do. The whole time he is leaning over me and his bulge is rubbing my arm. I am instantly hard! He says let him try something, so he sits down and I am standing over him. Mybulge now is rubbing on h8is arm! That is all it took and we went at it from there! Hot and quick since he was on the clock. Man was that hot! I am always thinkingof ways to lure someone up for that again.

[Hayden4dlfun]

Love it!!

 

Several years ago I was in Boca Raton for a meeting and my incident happened. I was delayed in arriving due to weather and it was later in the evening. I had arrived wearing my suit from the day at work in NYC. I noticed a really hot muscular Latin bell man working and we spoke as I was checking in. I go to my room and immediately get started to work on something due the next morning, but a problem with the WiFI!

 

 

I call downstairs to tell the front desk about it and they send someone up. The bell man shows up at my door! Hot in his uniform and an obvious package! So I sit down at my laptop and he stands next to me trying to explain what to do. The whole time he is leaning over me and his bulge is rubbing my arm. I am instantly hard! He says let him try something, so he sits down and I am standing over him. Mybulge now is rubbing on h8is arm! That is all it took and we went at it from there! Hot and quick since he was on the clock. Man was that hot! I am always thinkingof ways to lure someone up for that again.

[+ Vegas_Millennial]

About 6 years ago I was staying in a motel near Disneyland in California. My friends and I were using the hot tub late at night (2am) after a day at the theme park. My friends went to bed, but I had to go to the front desk for something (I think I forgot my room key). Anyways, the front desk clerk anticipated my request, saying he saw me on the security cameras walking to him with my wet hairy chest. I headed back to my room then made one more trip to the front desk to return the extra key or something (which I didn't need to do), making sure to look at the security camera while grabbing my bulge in the way to his office. We ended up fucking in the "computer room" near the lobby, the only place he said had no cameras but he could still watch the front desk as I had him bent over.

[BuffaloKyle]

This thread reminded me of a funny story. Awhile back I went to a hotel to hook up with a flight attendant during a layover he was having. Well as I walked by the front desk the clerk was a guy who I had hooked up with another time. Afterwards I exited out a different door so I wouldn't walk past him again as it was kind of embarrassing. As I expected I had a text from him on my phone asking who I had been there to hook up with. I gave him the other guy's adam4adam ad and his number and after his shift was over they ended up hooking up as well!

[m4same]

This thread reminded me of a funny story. Awhile back I went to a hotel to hook up with a flight attendant during a layover he was having. Well as I walked by the front desk the clerk was a guy who I had hooked up with another time. Afterwards I exited out a different door so I wouldn't walk past him again as it was kind of embarrassing. As I expected I had a text from him on my phone asking who I had been there to hook up with. I gave him the other guy's adam4adam ad and his number and after his shift was over they ended up hooking up as well!

It's so nice that you are so willing to share.

[Bargara Leatherboy]

I had a very interesting encounter in a Gay BnB. The owners were clothing optional, I booked in for 3 nights, the first night there was another couple staying there, I came back from dinner they were in the hot tub, and I had a quiet night.

The next day, the owners left for an over night trip, they said they had a locum coming in to ensure I was looked after, and he was there to do breakfast etc.

I had a relaxed day around the pool, the property was in natural bush and have a river at the bottom of the garden, i had a swim in the river, and then had a shower in the outdoor shower by the pool.

I then went into town had a stroll along the fabulous beach, and got some sushi for dinner.

When I came back from dinner, the locum was having a glass of wine, and asked me if I wanted one. He was an older but in shape man, I had not given him a thought, anyway I took a seat on the sofa, he brought me a wine and came and sat next to me. he asked me to show him some pictures of my husband, which i did.

 

He was sitting very close to me, and then suggested we have a swim. It was a warm night, so yes why not.

 

of course he dived in and swam between my legs, exploring as he went.

 

it would have been about 8pm, at this stage, well between the pool the hot tub we had a lot of fun, drank a lot of wine, we talked chatted, and made love. My best memory is leaning over the balcony railing while he ate my ass out.

 

I am a large man with a belly, he said that he had watched me take that outdoor shower- and found the fact that I had just showed confidence and that i was comfortable in my body was what made him want me.

 

We finished up the night in my bed at about 5am.

[Guest davebk]

I've had two weird hotel encounters.

 

The first, I checked into a hotel - the room was an upgraded suite and I got in and immediately sat down at the large desk to start getting some work done, without even unpacking or anything. About ten minutes later I hear the door open and I look down a kind of hallway and there's a dude there with a suitcase. He was good looking, a few years older than me. I said, "hello?" and he said, "uh, this is my room." I walked over to him, kinda sketched out, and he had the key in his hand and said, "look..." and scanned it to the door and the handle turned. I explained I had just checked in and they must have messed something up. I expected him to go downstairs and sort it but he just kind of stood there for a minute and said, "I guess we should figure this out," and kind of just gave me a look. I said, "yeah, come on in and I can call down..." so he walks in and says "hey I think I like this room a lot" and I kinda joked it off still not entirely sure what was going on. There was a bit more of back and forth and maybe very minor flirtation and he finally said, "we can go downstairs and sort this out if you want, but I'd like to test out the bed." At that point I was in, and said, "yeah, it looks pretty comfortable" and he sat down. I thought what the hell and said, "but not with these shoes on, Sir..." and knelt down to take them off his feet. He put me to work, got into the Sir/boy thing even though he wasn't much older, and used me for at least an hour.

 

After draining the dude and taking a load on the face he just starts laughing. I asked. He said, "what are we going to tell the front desk staff when I go down an hour later saying they double booked the room?" I just laughed and said, "I don't know, but you know where to find me, Sir, and handed him the second room key of mine - and said, "don't let them recode this one... feel free to use it." Nervous as hell to go to sleep but also excited. About six am I heard the door crack open, took another load to the face, and off he went.

 

The second one was noticing a guy in a hotel gym. He was pretty oblivious to me, but I was noticing him. I kinda kept pace and as he was getting ready to leave, I arranged to walk out with him. Stood a little closer to him than normal in the elevator, chatted a little, and he commented on needing some food and a shower. The elevator door opens and we both turn. He was in the room directly next door to me. I was pissed that it wasn't an adjoining room, but as we scanned in to our doors, I kinda said, "well have a good one man, good to sweat it out with you." He didn't bite and went in his room. Figured he wasn't into me. But I heard his door open a few seconds after we went in the room. I grabbed the ice bucket and walked out of my room to walk into him. He said he had to do some laundry real quick and was looking to see if there were washers. It was a five star hotel, not an extended stay. I said I didn't think that was likely, but said, come on in and I'll look in the hotel directory, I just had it out looking for ice.

 

He agreed, so he walked in and immediately sat down on the bed, which i thought was odd, and he opens up his legs full man spread, still in his gym shorts. I sat directly across from him and thumbed through it slowly. There was nothing in there but dry cleaning and I said, "hey if you had to you could just do a rinse and hang in the bathroom..." and he says, "yeah, I'm out of gym clothes." I said, "well, Sir, let me take care of that for you if you want, I have a couple things I could rinse out in the tub." He says he needs to grab his phone, and comes back. I thought that was weird, walks in in the gym clothes, and says "if you don't mind, I'll just wait," and drops the shorts and takes off the tee shirt. Totally naked.

 

I actually go in and rinse them in the sink, and when I walk out he is scrolling through his phone, just kinda ignoring me, and starts watching porn. I just walked over and said, "let me help with that" and blew him twice while he watched straight porn. The first time as he gets close, he says "I'm going to cum dude..." and I just doubled down without pulling off. This amazed him and he just laid there panting for awhile. I got up so as to not make it awkward for cuddling, and laid back on the other side of the bed. We just kind of laid there for a minute and finally, he rolled over and kind of nudged up against me and put is face in my neck and said, "dude, you have got to do that for me again...". So I said, "yeah, I do." The second load he was much more aggressive. When I put his hand on the back of my head and one around my neck, he said, "is it okay if I do this... if I force you?" I said, "don't ask, just do it," and he said, "fuck man, wow." He pushed a little and I said, "push as hard as you want, don't hold back...". And he did. We finished with the second load all over me. I grab a towel for both of us. The clothes were nowhere near dry so he grabs a bathrobe, and says he'll be back to get his clothes later. He did come back and get them, but nothing more happened.

[+ Trebor]

You're a DOUBLE Lucky Duck @davebk!! I'm envious:p:p:p:p

I've had two weird hotel encounters.

 

The first, I checked into a hotel - the room was an upgraded suite and I got in and immediately sat down at the large desk to start getting some work done, without even unpacking or anything. About ten minutes later I hear the door open and I look down a kind of hallway and there's a dude there with a suitcase. He was good looking, a few years older than me. I said, "hello?" and he said, "uh, this is my room." I walked over to him, kinda sketched out, and he had the key in his hand and said, "look..." and scanned it to the door and the handle turned. I explained I had just checked in and they must have messed something up. I expected him to go downstairs and sort it but he just kind of stood there for a minute and said, "I guess we should figure this out," and kind of just gave me a look. I said, "yeah, come on in and I can call down..." so he walks in and says "hey I think I like this room a lot" and I kinda joked it off still not entirely sure what was going on. There was a bit more of back and forth and maybe very minor flirtation and he finally said, "we can go downstairs and sort this out if you want, but I'd like to test out the bed." At that point I was in, and said, "yeah, it looks pretty comfortable" and he sat down. I thought what the hell and said, "but not with these shoes on, Sir..." and knelt down to take them off his feet. He put me to work, got into the Sir/boy thing even though he wasn't much older, and used me for at least an hour.

 

After draining the dude and taking a load on the face he just starts laughing. I asked. He said, "what are we going to tell the front desk staff when I go down an hour later saying they double booked the room?" I just laughed and said, "I don't know, but you know where to find me, Sir, and handed him the second room key of mine - and said, "don't let them recode this one... feel free to use it." Nervous as hell to go to sleep but also excited. About six am I heard the door crack open, took another load to the face, and off he went.

 

The second one was noticing a guy in a hotel gym. He was pretty oblivious to me, but I was noticing him. I kinda kept pace and as he was getting ready to leave, I arranged to walk out with him. Stood a little closer to him than normal in the elevator, chatted a little, and he commented on needing some food and a shower. The elevator door opens and we both turn. He was in the room directly next door to me. I was pissed that it wasn't an adjoining room, but as we scanned in to our doors, I kinda said, "well have a good one man, good to sweat it out with you." He didn't bite and went in his room. Figured he wasn't into me. But I heard his door open a few seconds after we went in the room. I grabbed the ice bucket and walked out of my room to walk into him. He said he had to do some laundry real quick and was looking to see if there were washers. It was a five star hotel, not an extended stay. I said I didn't think that was likely, but said, come on in and I'll look in the hotel directory, I just had it out looking for ice.

 

He agreed, so he walked in and immediately sat down on the bed, which i thought was odd, and he opens up his legs full man spread, still in his gym shorts. I sat directly across from him and thumbed through it slowly. There was nothing in there but dry cleaning and I said, "hey if you had to you could just do a rinse and hang in the bathroom..." and he says, "yeah, I'm out of gym clothes." I said, "well, Sir, let me take care of that for you if you want, I have a couple things I could rinse out in the tub." He says he needs to grab his phone, and comes back. I thought that was weird, walks in in the gym clothes, and says "if you don't mind, I'll just wait," and drops the shorts and takes off the tee shirt. Totally naked.

 

I actually go in and rinse them in the sink, and when I walk out he is scrolling through his phone, just kinda ignoring me, and starts watching porn. I just walked over and said, "let me help with that" and blew him twice while he watched straight porn. The first time as he gets close, he says "I'm going to cum dude..." and I just doubled down without pulling off. This amazed him and he just laid there panting for awhile. I got up so as to not make it awkward for cuddling, and laid back on the other side of the bed. We just kind of laid there for a minute and finally, he rolled over and kind of nudged up against me and put is face in my neck and said, "dude, you have got to do that for me again...". So I said, "yeah, I do." The second load he was much more aggressive. When I put his hand on the back of my head and one around my neck, he said, "is it okay if I do this... if I force you?" I said, "don't ask, just do it," and he said, "fuck man, wow." He pushed a little and I said, "push as hard as you want, don't hold back...". And he did. We finished with the second load all over me. I grab a towel for both of us. The clothes were nowhere near dry so he grabs a bathrobe, and says he'll be back to get his clothes later. He did come back and get them, but nothing more happened.

[+ azdr0710]

The Visionquest room service scene mentioned by @poolboy48220 way earlier in this thread... with actor Matthew Modine as the room service guy

 

Edited January 30, 2021 by azdr0710

[m4same]

The Visionquest room service scene mentioned by @poolboy48220 way earlier in this thread... with actor Matthew Modine as the room service guy

 

Can I rewrite that scene? Alternative ending?

[+ poolboy48220]

I've rewritten that scene dozens of times in my head! Loudon returns to pick up the dishes, and tells the hotel guest he's interested in seeing more. The guest suggests they do it without clothes since it's easier to move, and takes off Loudon's jacket and shirt...

 

One of my first jobs involved delivering room service and nothing like that ever happened to me. I did return to that hotel years later with a guy I'd picked up in the gym steamroom; it turned out he swam on our HS swim team's cross-town rival.

[beachboy]

I've had a few 'hotel experiences' but unlike the other posters I was the hotel employee.

Years ago I worked as a night manager in a 4 star hotel used mainly by businesses & executives and during those quiet hours of the night shenanigans did occasionally occur.

 

One night a handsome guy of about 40 checked in @ midnight & half an hour later rang down to say the light bulb above the bed had blown & asked if it could be replaced. I fetched a bulb from the stores & knocked on his door & heard 'Come in.' I used my pass key & found him sitting up in bed naked from the waist up with damp hair, obviously just out of the shower. After exchanging pleasantries I leaned over him to replace the bulb & found it was not blown but only loose & came back on when I tightened it. I suspect that he'd deliberately loosened it as when I looked down he had pushed down the bed linen & was completely naked with a throbbing boner & a huge grin on his face!

 

Needless to say that guest got the deluxe room service treatment and when I left, wiping the man juice from my lips , it was me who who had the grin on his face now!

 

There were othe 'events' that happened during my time there & I'll recount them later.

[+ Trebor]

Well done @beachboy!! WELL DONE????

I've had a few 'hotel experiences' but unlike the other posters I was the hotel employee.

Years ago I worked as a night manager in a 4 star hotel used mainly by businesses & executives and during those quiet hours of the night shenanigans did occasionally occur.

 

One night a handsome guy of about 40 checked in @ midnight & half an hour later rang down to say the light bulb above the bed had blown & asked if it could be replaced. I fetched a bulb from the stores & knocked on his door & heard 'Come in.' I used my pass key & found him sitting up in bed naked from the waist up with damp hair, obviously just out of the shower. After exchanging pleasantries I leaned over him to replace the bulb & found it was not blown but only loose & came back on when I tightened it. I suspect that he'd deliberately loosened it as when I looked down he had pushed down the bed linen & was completely naked with a throbbing boner & a huge grin on his face!

 

Needless to say that guest got the deluxe room service treatment and when I left, wiping the man juice from my lips , it was me who who had the grin on his face now!

 

There were othe 'events' that happened during my time there & I'll recount them later.

[+ JEC]

I met a guy on Grindr who was a concierge at a posh hotel in Boston. There was a mens room just beyond the Concierge desk with a locking toilet closet. We did the deed, and then he went right back to concierg'ing.....???

[m4same]

I met a guy on Grindr who was a concierge at a posh hotel in Boston. There was a mens room just beyond the Concierge desk with a locking toilet closet. We did the deed, and then he went right back to concierg'ing.....???

As a concierge, he was letting you know a place to hook up. He sounds good at this job.

[Wolfer]

About 6 years ago I was staying in a motel near Disneyland in California. My friends and I were using the hot tub late at night (2am) after a day at the theme park. My friends went to bed, but I had to go to the front desk for something (I think I forgot my room key). Anyways, the front desk clerk anticipated my request, saying he saw me on the security cameras walking to him with my wet hairy chest. I headed back to my room then made one more trip to the front desk to return the extra key or something (which I didn't need to do), making sure to look at the security camera while grabbing my bulge in the way to his office. We ended up fucking in the "computer room" near the lobby, the only place he said had no cameras but he could still watch the front desk as I had him bent over.

I'm always curious about the logistics of such an encounter (sorry, hahaha, it's just where my mind goes). Like, did you bring lube or just used spit?

 

Also, very hot story, hehe, thanks for sharing !

[+ JEC]

When I was in college I worked during the Summer as a lifeguard at a hotel. I was a very GL 18/19yo twink at the time. One day a handsome 30 something guest was at the pool in a speedo, and was undressing me with his eyes. He stayed until I closed the pool, and asked me if I wanted to hook up. We went back to my apartment, where he fucked me very aggressively. I think that was that night I realized I'm all top . Fortunately, he was not there the next day, that would've been awkward......

[Exploritor]

On 12/27/2019 at 5:20 PM, sniper said:

Vegas hotel elevators now often require you to use your room key and will only let you press the button for your own floor. That's hindering the Grindr action there lately...

I always hate discovering that at a new hotel.

[BtmBearDad]

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂

I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol

I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”

Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀

BBD 

[+ Just Sayin]

On 7/26/2022 at 7:43 PM, BtmBearDad said:

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂

I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol

I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”

Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀

BBD 

thank you, @BtmBearDad! what a delightful story!

[Marc in Calif]

On 12/16/2019 at 7:44 AM, m4same said:

When I was in college in Ann Arbor, I met... 

Was it the Blue Door? That magazine shop was notorious in Ann Arbor for decades. 

[m4same]

4 hours ago, Marc in Calif said:

Was it the Blue Door? That magazine shop was notorious in Ann Arbor for decades. 

I don't remember. This was a long time ago.

[thedanNYC]

On 7/27/2022 at 4:43 AM, BtmBearDad said:

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂

I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol

I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”

Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀

BBD 

Thanks for posting such a wonderful story! I hope to have some more stories of my own to share soon now that things are getting back to normal (monkeypox aside 🙈).