GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/motel.txt

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MOTEL   07-27-88

Well, I had stopped at one of these motels, not very expensive you see. It was
kinda late, I was tired from hours of travelling. I was in Florida, and I was
trying to go further south. I was given a room, 112. This was a Holiday Inn,
but I could tell it wasn't a very new one. It had probably been there since the
1950's or thereabouts. I was amazed when I entered the room. There was a bed, a
nice one in fact. There was cable TV. But.. where was the bathroom? I had to
take a wicked piss.

Where I would have expected to find the entrance to a bathroom was a panelled
wall. In fact, the whole room was panelled with a dark wood color. The only
wall that wasn't panelled was the side with the window, and the window was so
big that it took up the whole area anyway (don't ALL motel windows?) So, I put
my luggage down beside the bed, put the key to the room in my pocket and closed
the door behind me, allowing it to lock. There had to be a bathroom around here
somewhere, but what an inconvenience! I was rather looking forward to a hot
shower, too! I guess there would be none! I started walking around the
building-- all the rooms faced an outdoor breezeway when you walked out, there
were no corridors. I suddenly thought-- geeze! I wasn't even supplied with a
towel and washcloth, either! Where were all the comforts of home? Wait'll I
write the President of Holiday Inn Motels about this whole issue! I was close
to going back to the office and asking for a refund as it was!

Then as I rounded a corner next to some Coke and Pepsi machines, there it was.
A red door marked, "MEN". The one marked WOMEN was on the other side of the
small walkway, I noted. So I opened the door, expecting to find a tight,
cramped, raunchy-smelling place to urinate. It was somewhat larger, more roomy
though. So I zipped my fly open, let my dick out, and proceeded to take a long
and much needed piss into the ceramic urinal. As I was pissing, I started
hearing voices. A slight giggle, and suddenly they sounded much closer, as if
they were right behind me. Oh, just some kids, I thought. So, I look back over
my shoulder now, and there were two youths, one about my height, with reddish
hair, standing there in nothing but underwear, brandishing a huge and obvious
hard-on, in fact causing the elastic around his legs to stick out drastically.
The elastic around his abdomen was very low on his waist because his boner had
forced it downward. I could see some reddish pubic hair sticking out of the
sides, and I could only guess that he had about 8 inches under that material.
He was giggling, and placed his boner between the cheeks of my ass, and made a
sawing motion, back and forth in the air, as if he were fucking me, each time
his swing would stop as he poked me in the ass. By this time my piss flow had
stopped, not just because I had practically drained myself, but mainly because
I was so startled by the moment. I looked up at the other youth who was
standing with him. He had blonde hair, and he too was dressed only in
underwear, also sported a hard-on, and was just grinning at me. Then they
suddenly ducked out of sight. They went around a corner in the restroom, which
was hidden from view by a dividing wall from where I was standing. I was
totally blown away by the previous twenty seconds, zipped up my fly quickly.
Didn't even bother to flush the toilet. The guys looked to be relatively young,
I would say no older than 17.

I walked around the corner, to find yet another room. Showers lined the walls.
This room was about twice the size of the other room, I'd say it was about 20
feet wide and contained at least as many showers. There were benches, towels,
washcloths, and even clothes. Over in one corner there was a large pile of
underwear. Nothing else, just underwear, all strewn on top of each other. I
started to get horny as hell. God, what was going on here, I thought. Ahh.. a
door. There was a door off to the left. I walked over to it, turned the knob.
It was locked. I knocked on it. I got no reply so I knocked some more. Still no
reply. I knew something felt right about this, so I didn't exactly blow up. I
had thoughts racing through my mind, but then.. maybe they were just that.
Thoughts. I took advantage of where I was, began to strip my clothing, took a
washcloth and some soap and turned on a shower. I began lathering up, all over
my tired body. And then I saw it.

There it was. A camera in the corner of the room. I saw it, there was no
mistaking it. There was even a red LED on under it to indicate that it was on.
Whoever was watching was getting a show. First, I lathered up my cock area nice
and soapy. I cupped my hand around my balls and gave them a slight squeeze.
Then I gave my semi-hard cock a few strokes, smiling the entire time, then
washed off. I was drying in a corner of the room when the door had been locked
before, opened. The same reddish-haired guy that I saw before approached me. He
wasn't wearing anything!

"Hey dude, what's goin' on?" he asked. "Not much", I replied. I told him that I
wasn't upset at what he had done before at the urinal and that he had turned me
on. "Well, I'm sorry about that", he said. I asked him what the meaning was of
the camera.

"Oh, that. Well we just use it for uh.. observation purposes. There's another
one in there by the toilets... hey look man, you wanna have some fun?"
"Uh, what kind of fun," I asked, as if I didn't already know.
"Well, you ARE gay, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am.."
"Well, my name is Jeff. I'm 17 and we're just here trying to.. recruit some
friends."
I was still naked. He told me to follow him and he led me through the wooden
door which he had come out of.
"We heard you knocking earlier", he said. "We didn't answer you because we just
didn't know how you were taking my coming out and well.. pretending to fuck the
living shit out of you.."
"I took it very well", I was saying. "I had only wished it was the real thing."
I was now sporting a full hard-on and my cock felt like it was about to burst
at the seams. He led me down a hallway. There was a small kitchen, and then in
one room off to the left, a bedroom with about four nude guys sitting on a bed.
There were two TV's in the room. One of them kept flashing back and forth
between the two cameras that I was dealing with, and the other was hooked to a
VCR where they were playing an X-rated flick.

All eyes turned away from the TV's and were looking at my hard dick very
intently. One guy took a feather from under the sheet and began to play it back
and forth on the underside of my dick.
"Stop that, Keith!" Jeff said.
"That's okay, that's okay", I said. "I don't mind that at all..." Keith kept on
anyway.
"This is not everybody", Jeff said, "there are about nine more."
"Okay, what is this all about?" I asked.Jeff told me that all these guys had
been kicked out of their houses because their parents found out they were gay.
They formed an alliance and they were trying to get more friends together, to
live together, of all ages. The owner of the motel was gay and he had set this
whole thing up as one place they could stay. I told him about my bout with the
restroom and he just laughed. They all laughed. Then he introduced me to the
other four. Bobby I had recognized as the other guy standing with Jeff at the
urinal. Jeff was still hard, I noticed, and in fact now his cock was dripping
with cum juice.
Instantly I spoke up and told Jeff I would be honored to be a part of their
little family, and Jeff agreed to "let me give it a try".
"Damn", Jeff said, "we better all go outside and get our clothes. And Mitch,
you go to your room and get yours, too. Forget paying for it. And here's a key
to get back into our place, in case it's locked..." Jeff gave me the key, and I
just stood there with my jaws dropped. Peter, who was only 10, got off the bed
and walked over to me, dick hard. He said, "wanna suck my weenie?" The other
guys giggled. "Go on Mitch, suck him off", the other guys sported, "it's okay.
We're all gay. Come on, prove to us that YOU'RE gay..."
"Damn, that's right. We've got to initiate this guy when he's official!" Greg
said.

I took Peter's cock in my mouth slowly, easily getting all of his hard stiff
five inches in. Mike inched closer to the edge of the king-size bed and was
able to reach the tip of his index finger into Peter's asshole. Peter felt this
and began to carefully and slowly walk backwards, getting closer to Mikey on
the bed. Soon Mike had his whole finger up Pete's ass, and was working on the
second. I began to feel Peter's tool throb slowly, as Pete began to gasp a
little, and then more quickly. His tool was definitely throbbing, and he was
definitely having an orgasm. It was definitely a dry one, Pete's natural juices
had not yet made themselves known to his body, nor had any hair become visible
below his head. "Oh geeze", he said, "that was totally rad.."
"Yeah? I thought so too", I said. Everyone clapped. But now everyone else was
hot and bothered. About that time Jeff walked back in the room with everyone's
clothes.
"What was all the clapping about?" he inquired.
"God, you shoulda seen it", Keith said. "Petey just came in Mitch's mouth."
Peter grinned ear to ear. "Damn, that kid jacks off more than a jackrabbit",
Jeff muttered. "Wished I'd seen it."

It was a nice dry orgasm and it had felt good. Suddenly I felt like I'd known
Jeff, Mike, Keith, Peter and Bobby all my life. I got dressed (Jeff had brought
my clothes to me), and went to my room to get my belongings. I wasn't going to
write the President of Holiday Inn anymore, no, nothing of the sort. I was
going to enjoy, for the rest of my life, the family I had just become a member
of...