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It had all started back in the winter of 06. I had been working at a Hotel as a Guest Service Representative, GSR's they called us, for about 4 months. Having just past my probationary period 4 weeks previous I was loving my job. Earning a 'higher than minimum' wage I was finally able to start saving some money for my future. My girlfriend of a year and a half was extremely proud of me as well, exclaiming how she couldn't believe the progress I had made in my life, being that I had had difficulties holding down a job in the past. This one, however, was suiting me just fine.Before we move on I suppose I should explain myself, you see, since I haven't always had tendencies or feelings towards the same sex (aka, men). I used to be just as homophobic as the majority of guys you meet on the street. You know the ones, they can't even comment on another mans looks without looks of shock and horror! Heh... I think, however, it had all stemmed from when I was around the age of 14 or 15. Having been taken out of school at an early age I didn't get the high school experience most 'boys' did. I wasn't really exposed the high mini-skirts, the low cut tops, and the whole girlfriend thing. Perhaps another reason would have been because I had never thought myself to be good looking per-se, being home all day does wonders to ones self esteem. Maybe I thought guys would treat me better? Or perhaps that they were less likely to judge me and more likely to just do me, so to speak.That as they say, is all history. Now a days, even though I am still quite shy I worry a lot less about what others think and more about how I feel, I find myself to be a very handsome young man, not being egotistical just stating what I see in the mirror. 5'11, dark brown hair, brown eyes (with a tint of blue in the right eye), muscular arms, well, you get the picture. isvecbahis I do think however, that having a 'partner' whether it be girl or guy, does amazing things for ones self esteem. Someone to make you feel like you belong, make you feel wanted and needed and perhaps make you feel like your not so bad after all.So there I was, 21 years old working at the quaint hotel on the north side of town welcoming guests of all kinds!. Having been located not 5 minutes from the major highway, and a bar to boot, we would get folks coming in either dead tired or dead drunk wanting rooms. We had them all, union workers, railway workers, construction workers, police officers, business men, you name them we most likely got them. Most of them would only stay for a few days at a time, but the few of them staying for week-long intervals is what kept the hotel going. It was great. Always meeting new people, interacting with many different personalities. We got people from both ends of the spectrum, ones that were funny and ones that were just down right rude, but all were interesting in their own way.Back then all I had wanted from a man was to please him, pleasure him, make him feel like a million bucks. It fascinated me watching porn how the girls would go down on the men. How deep they could go and how much they just seemed to love it. How they held the shaft of the mans dick, slowly stroking him until the moment of truth when she wrapped her lips around the head of his smooth cock, how they savoured his girth. Of course this was porn, and I knew they were supposed to act that way, but I was jealous and fascinated none the less. I must admit though, that when it comes to taste in guys I am EXTREMELY shallow, only wanting one thing, a big cock. I would search endlessly for porn that starred guys with big cocks. The bigger the cock the hotter isveçbahis giriş the guy. I don't care what color, race, weight, shape they are, if they have a big dick I want them. It is funny that I am this way because with women it is the complete opposite, I only want some that loves me and someone that I can love in return, but with men I am all about the raw power that comes from a guy with a massive dick. My one biggest (pardon the pun) fantasy was to swallow large cock and suck him until he explodes inside my mouth swallowing every last drop of cum. I dreamt of putting the head of the cock in my mouth for the first time, and what it would taste like. The sensation of his shaft passing over my lips and across my tongue. The musky scent of a man as I took him all the way down my throat. Feeling the flesh of a mans cock as he gets harder and tighter as I slowly put him into my mouth for the first time. Many a night I jacked off to these thoughts... Cut or uncut, bent (but not too bent) or straight, I loved the look of a nice big juicy cock, and I wanted it BAD.It wasn't till halfway through December though that things started to change for me. Or rather, get interesting. I had switched from doing daily Front Desk work to doing our Nightly Audit. It involved 3 hours of work and 5 hours of free time. It was, in my opinion, the easiest job I had ever had. During the nights you sort of gain a rep with a lot of the regulars. The railway workers were a hoot to talk to as they all seemed to be comedic geniuses, no matter what mood I was in they could make me laugh like nobodies business. Then you'd always get your grumpy business men who by talking to them you would think all they wanted to do was sleep but no they would stand there for hours just chatting away, I attributed that to them being lonely. A few lookers but nothing isveçbahis yeni giriş to write home to mother about. We also had the Police Officers who came in at 3 in the morning from their late patrol shifts. There was one in particular however that I had gotten to know a fair bit. He had been coming for over 3 weeks by this point, having to stay because of some dispute a town west of us. Every morning like clockwork he would arrive at 3:30am. He would come in and we would chat it up for a half hour and then he would head to his room on the second floor to sleep. Police men were of course paired up in 2 beds so as to save cost on rooms for the company. But there was never 2 officers in the same room at a time. As one left to go to work, the other would come in to sleep. Brian (the Police Officer I had gotten to know), as I said, would come in and we would chat for awhile, and then he would head off to bed. It went this way for awhile until the last few days of December when he had called me at about 4:00am because of a broken heater in his room. He explained to me that is was 'damn near freezing' and needed to be taken care of right away. "Well no problem, I'll be there in a few minutes" I said. I had had quite a bit of experience fixing heaters back home so I knew it wouldn't take long. So I locked up the Front Desk, took the maintenance mans tool box and headed to his room. We had given him a room at the far end of the building almost secluded from the rest of the guests, though he must have liked it this way because he never complained."241, 243, 245, ah here I am".I knocked gently on the door, announcing in a low voice that it is Mike from the Front Desk. As he opened the door for me I nearly dropped the tool box. There he was wearing nothing on but a bath towel which was entirely too small for his muscular physique.* Apparently he had set the heat when he first came in to the room and quickly jumped in to the hot shower expecting a nice warm room when he was done. Of course when he got out of the shower he, as he said, 'damn near froze to death'.