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Hotel Sexication
Copyright © 2024 J.O. Mantel
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CONTENTS
Nate
Cam
Nate
Cam
Nate
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Nate
The Hotel Sexication.
Hawaii’s most controversial hotel for gay men, where clothing is not allowed. Forget sun, surf, and fun. At the Hotel Sexication, it’s all about … sex. Yep, delicious looking men of all ages, from all around the world, sporting nothing but bare chests and huge dicks. It’s the only hotel of its kind in the world, built on the island, where all the employees are gay men. While the hotel allows straight men to make a reservation, the requirements are that they spend the duration of their stay completely naked, and no female partners are allowed.
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions and excitement. I won my very first Grammy award, and at just eighteen years of age, I was added to the list of world’s youngest winners along with LeAnn Rimes. I started writing songs and music, and learned how to play the piano at a very young age while still attending school. Being a musician was all that I wanted to be. My parents have supported my career from the very beginning, and they were exceptionally proud when I won the Grammy award two weeks ago. I’ve been signed with Sony Music since they received my first demo, and if it hadn’t been for my hard-working agent, Cara, well … I wouldn’t be here today.
After catching a taxi from Honolulu airport, I put on my shades and hat, trying to keep as low a profile as I can, and walk into the hotel. I head to the concierge desk where a man, a rather tall and handsome looking man I might add, greets me from behind the counter wearing nothing except a bow tie around his neck.
“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to the Hotel Sexication,” he says with a wide smile.
I chuckle. “Sorry, it just sounds funny when you hear people say it like that.”
“I get that reaction from everyone who checks in. Do you have a reservation?”
I keep my head down and quickly glance around the lobby. I’ve managed to keep a low profile since my plane landed, and I know that it’s only a matter of time before someone recognizes me. However, I figure if I can at least make it to my room without being noticed, it’s a win.
“Ramsay. Nathan Ramsay,” I tell him.
He types away at the keyboard and once he’s finished, raises his head slightly, then angles his eyes at me.
“Ah, Mr. Ramsay. Yes, I have your reservation here. The Presidential Suite. However, I do also have the Penthouse available and can offer you a free upgrade.”
The Penthouse? Hmmm, I guess this would be the perfect opportunity to live it up. After all, I am a celebrity and all.
“The Penthouse sounds amazing. Thank you.”
“Of course, Mr. Ramsay. If you like, I can process that now for you. Do you have some identification?”
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet, then hand him my driver’s license.
I look around the lobby again while he enters the information into the computer, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to ensure no one has recognized me, and notice just how awkward I feel looking at everyone walking around naked.
“Here you go, Mr. Ramsay,” the man says, handing me back my license. “I just need to inform you that as you are underage, you will not be able to consume any alcohol while on the premises, or anywhere on the island. I can also offer you twenty-four-seven security outside your suite if you would prefer?”
“No, thank you. I don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself. And it’s not like I’ll be staying indoors for the duration of my stay. After all, this is Hawaii,” I tell him.
“Yes, there are definitely a lot of things to see and do here on the island. In fact, if you’re looking for some relaxation and rehabilitation, there is an excellent rehabilitation center, several miles out of town on the island.”
“Oh, really?” I inquire.
“Yes. One of the best centers in America, actually, and it’s purely a facility for celebrities who need rehabilitation or relaxation. It’s pretty much located in the middle of nowhere and very well isolated, giving you all the privacy you need.”
Privacy? God, what I wouldn’t kill for just even a few hours of privacy right now. Not having to worry about anyone knocking on my door or stopping me in the streets to ask me for a photo or an autograph. I know it’s the price you pay when you’re a celebrity and constantly in the spotlight, but at eighteen, I never quite expected my life to blow up the way it has.
“Sounds like the perfect getaway,” I say.
“I need to remind you that this is a purely naked hotel. So, once you’re all checked in to your room, it is expected that you strip out of your clothes. What you do inside your suite is your business, however, once you step outside, it is expected that you wander around the resort naked.”
“Understood,” I reply. “It’s been a pretty full few weeks for me to be honest, so all I’m really looking forward to is spending as much time as I can relaxing and doing absolutely nothing.”
“Yes. Congratulations on your recent Grammy win, that’s quite an achievement at a very young age.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll have Cameron help you to your room,” he says.
He picks up his walkie-talkie device and talks into the receiver. After I hear the man on the other end say ‘copy,’ I move to the side, and take a seat on the plush sofa located outside the elevator. I pull out my phone and send a quick text to my parents, letting them both know that I’ve arrived and checked in to the hotel. Then, just as I’m scrolling through all my socials, I hear my name.
“Mr. Ramsay?”
I raise my head, and the first thing I can’t help but notice is the length and size of his cock, gloriously on display for anyone around to see. As my eyes travel up the entire length of his body, I take note of his muscular frame, the pretty pink bow tie around his neck that has a wire attached to it, and he’s wearing an earpiece. But it’s not until my eyes meet with his, that I find myself mesmerized at just how beautiful they are.
“Yes,” I reply finally, getting to my feet.
“I’m Cameron. I’m here to take you up to your room.”
He bends forward and picks up my bags, and when he straightens, I immediately begin to assess the man standing in front of me. We move toward the elevators, and Cameron presses the button. My eyes immediately shift to his ass and my cock twitches beneath the confines of the material of my underwear. I first knew I was gay when I started high school, right before my career soared, and was attracted to my gym teacher. During gym class I would have to always cover my throbbing erection so my classmates wouldn’t notice. Right up until I left school to peruse my musical career, all I could think about was what it would be like to sleep with an older man and have his cock thrust inside me. As I stare at Cameron while we wait for the elevator doors to open, my mind immediately wanders to thoughts of what it would be like to have this guy’s dick lodged all the way down to the back of my throat.
We step inside the elevator, and as the doors close in front of me, I continue to ogle the delicious creature standing only a few inches in front of me. With his decent sized cock, muscular frame, broad shoulders, and slight stubble on his chin, at a guess, I’d say he was in his mid to late thirties, close to forty. The elevator stops, and the doors ping open. Cameron picks up my bags and steps out of the elevator and into the corridor. I step out and follow closely behind, keeping my head down but my eyes angled over the top of my shades, so that I can not only see where I’m going, but also enjoy the glorious view from back here. We continue walking a few more feet and we come to a stop outside a door. Cameron places the bags down beside him, inserts one of the cards he’d obviously been carrying with him into the slot and pushes the door open. Once inside, he places a second card inside the reader that’s mounted on the wall and the lights immediately illuminate the room.
He places my bags down on the bed and the spare room card on the desk by the window. After closing the door behind me, I remove my hat and shades, throwing them on the bed before I collapse down on top of it.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Ramsay?”
I sit up so that my head is resting against the wall, then I look at the man and say, “Yes. You can start by calling me Nate. Mr. Ramsay makes me sound old. And you’re the oldest one in this room.”
“Which would make you young enough to be my son.”
Okay, so he’s definitely over thirty-five.
“I guess that depends on what other services you provide.”
Jesus Christ. Did I seriously just say that out loud? I don’t eve
“Is there something wrong, Nate?”
The way my name just rolled off his tongue has me almost reaching into my pants to stroke myself. But I resist the urge and quickly jump off the bed, then move toward him.
“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just going to take some getting used to, seeing everyone here walk around naked.”
“Did you not know this was a naked hotel when you booked your reservation?”
“I did. I guess I just didn’t really think much of it when I made the reservation. I’ve always wanted to come to Hawaii my whole life, and when I read about this hotel, I saw that it was a nudist hotel. I just didn’t realize that you were expected to parade around totally naked at all times. I thought it was optional. You know, like a nudist beach.”
This conversation went from awkward to X-rated very quickly. And what’s worse, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off his dick the entire time he’s been standing here.
“I can assure you, we’re nothing like a nudist beach. All the employees remain professional at all times, and even though we walk around here totally naked, we try and make people feel as comfortable as possible.”
And how’s that working out for you, Nate?
“Well, I certainly appreciate all your help, Cameron. Don’t let me keep you from your work.”
His lips curve into a smile and he continues to stare at me. All I can do is sit here and undress the man, not that there is anything left to undress.
“If you don’t mind, Nate, would I be able to get a photo? I’m a big fan.”
That was totally random and unexpected.
“Really, you’re a fan?” I inquire.
“Yeah. I’ve … oh my God, this is so embarrassing, and inappropriate, and totally relinquishes what I said about all employees being professional.”
Please God, don’t tell me he has a daughter, and the photo is for her.
“It’s okay, I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”
“No. It’s really inappropriate and I could lose my job. I think I better go now.”
He moves toward the door, and on impulse, I reach out and clasp my hand around his arm.
“No, please. What is it you want to say?”
He spins around to face me and looks around the room cautiously, afraid that someone may be listening in on our conversation.
“I … if my boss ever heard me talking about this to you, I would definitely be in serious trouble. I mean, you’re a guest in this hotel and—”
“Cameron, just tell me what’s on your mind. I promise, I won’t say anything. Nobody needs to know we even had the discussion.”
He hesitates for a moment and removes the earpiece from his ear and presses a button on his bow tie.
“Just to make sure no one is listening,” he says. “I’ve been an admirer of yours since you were fifteen. I started following your career after you released that controversial video clip where you ran away with that hot dude on the bike.”
He saw that video? Oh my God, how embarrassing. I was just a kid back then. Talk about awkward.
“That video feels like forever ago, even though it was only three years ago. It definitely raised a lot of eyebrows; I can assure you that much. But I still don’t understand, what does all that have to do with you wanting a photo?”
He stands still, not saying a word, and I know there is something he’s not telling me. Not knowing a thing about this guy, I guard my boundaries, remembering that I’m a celebrity and this guy could very well be some crazy psychotic killer. Although, I’m sure this resort would have done thorough background checks on all their employees. At least I can only hope they do.
“Cameron?” I fish.
“I just find you incredibly attractive and want a photo that I can remember you by.”
Okayyyyy. That was unexpected.
When you’re famous and in the spotlight, you expect fans to go wild and crazy over you. Fuck, I fantasized about many boy bands through the early years of my teens. Jeremy Jordan, Take That, and then there was Nick Lachey from 98 Degrees. Fuck, I hated Jessica Simpson for years after I found out they got together. So, I totally get the whole crush thing. But why do I get the feeling that this is more than just a crush for him?
Not reading more into it, I ask, “Where’s the camera?”
“I––ah, don’t have any pockets. Could we use your phone and then you can AirDrop it to me later?”
“Sure,” I reply.
I pull my phone from my pocket and get closer to the man. As I hold the phone out in front of us, I feel him wrap his arm around my waist. My cock stiffens to full mast in seconds, and that’s something that hasn’t happened since Mr. Jerzy, my gym teacher. With my free hand, I wrap it around his muscular waist and position the phone so that we’re both in the frame.
“Ready?” I ask.
He nods.
“One, two … three,” I say, and snap the photo.
I remove my arm from around his waist, and he hesitantly does the same. I open the photo on my phone and show it to him.
“That’s a great shot,” he says.
“When you have screaming fans asking for photos, you kind of become an expert at taking selfies,” I say, trying to ease the awkwardness that has suddenly filled the room.
“I’ll be on break in a couple of hours. I can meet you down at the concierge desk and you can send it to me. Does that suit you?” he asks.
“Sounds like a plan,” I reply.
He moves toward the door and reaches for the handle, then stops and turns around to face me.
“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Nate.”
“The pleasure has been all mine,” I tell him.
With a wide smile, he turns around, pulls open the door and steps outside, shutting the door behind him.
I don’t know what just happened here, and I’m confused as to whether or not he was just being genuinely polite or flirting with me. Either way, if this is a preview of what I can expect, I think I’m going to enjoy my stay here at the Hotel Sexication very much indeed.
Cam
I zoom in on the image on my phone while taking another sip of my beer. Myself and Nate, standing in his penthouse, with me wearing nothing but my pink bow tie and him all sexed up in his cargo pants and a hoodie. And that’s not even the best part. No. When he came down to the lobby to meet me earlier, as discussed, I was completely hypnotized by how spectacular his body was in its deliciously naked glory, especially that perfectly shaped mushroom head cock of his. He tried to keep an extremely low profile, with his black shades and cowboy hat, while keeping his head down. At just eighteen years old, the guy has a body that looks like it has been painted on him, and I wanted to touch every inch of it. Jesus, I sound like a fucking pedophile, the way I’m obsessing over him, and our encounter was only for half an hour, more or less. As I bring the phone closer to my face and zoom in on Nate’s crotch, I feel a pair of eyes tower over my shoulder.
“Nice dick,” I hear Niko’s voice say from behind me. “Whose is it?”
I immediately close the screen and place my phone face down on the counter, then turn around to face the guy who rudely interrupted my fantasy.
“None of your fucking business, Niko,” I say, taking another swig of my beer.
“What’s got your panties in such a twist today?” he asks.
“People who can’t mind their own business and let me enjoy my drink, that’s what,” I reply.
“Ouch! I’m just trying to make conversation; you don’t have to be such an asshole.”
Okay, so maybe I was a little—a lot rude to the guy. But I’ve had a long day at work, and all I want to do now is sit down, unwind, and think of nothing except all the indecent things I want to do to Nate.
“Sorry. It’s just been a long day, that’s all,” I tell him.
“How many check-ins did you have today?” he inquires.
“Thirty-two. What about you?”
