I had a summer job in between terms at Uni. I was a night porter at a small hotel. It was only a few nights a week, and always a weekend. It must have catered primarily for business folks, (always men back then), because it was never busy at weekends. At most 4 or 5 staying and sometimes no one was there; I was in the place on my own. It could be a long night with nothing to do (pre-internet days). I started at 10pm and overlapped the backshift guys for a quick handover. One Friday night when I arrived, I found that there was only one guest staying. He was out and we locked the front door at 10pm, meaning I had to let him in whenever he turned up. That turned out to be about 11:30. He was a big guy, not fat, but bulky. Big hands. Square jaw. Slightly taller than my 6 feet. Made me aware of my fresh faced 20 year old slim physique. I certainly would not have liked to be on the wrong side of this guy. He was well dressed, but sounded a bit rough. I said ‘Good evening’ to him when I let him in. He looked at me while shaking some of the rain off his head and coat. ‘Pouring down out there. Haven’t seen you before’ he said. ‘I usually only work weekends’ I said. ‘It’s always a quiet time then’. ‘Well, can you bring me a large single malt up to my room please in about half an hour. I’m going to get out of these wet clothes and have a hot shower first’. I nodded and he set off for his room. After half an hour, I poured a large Lagavullin and head upstairs to his room. I knocked the door and heard him say ‘Come in’. I went in and saw him with a towel round his head, drying his hair and wearing the hotel bathrobe. I could see the robe wasn’t tied closed, but he was turned slightly away so I couldn’t see any more. ‘Great’, he said, ‘Just put it down there’ He walked over to the table and chair where his trousers were folded. ‘Let me give you something for that’ . As he walked I could see his body. He was big chested and muscled. Dark hair over most of his body. His large, limp cock was swinging as he walked. I probably stared at it. He sat down and reached for his wallet. ‘Here he said’, holding a £5 note in his hand. I walked over to him. His robe was open now, and his cock was semi-erect. I stared at it as I reached for the £5. ‘What’s up?’ he said. ‘See something you like?’. My lips were dry. I probably flushed. I felt like a wee boy in the presence of this man. I knew my breathing was erratic. He stroked his cock and it stood upright. ‘Ok, he said, waving the fiver in front of me, ‘You’ll get two of these if you get down on your knees now’. He swung the chair round and opened his legs so that his monstrous, thick cock was pointing straight at me. I got down on my knees and moved my head, opened mouthed, to take his cock in. He put his palm on my forehead. ‘Uh-uh’, he said. ‘First you give it a nice wet sloppy kiss’. At that point, I was probably completely lost to him. I kissed that beautiful hard cock, letting my tongue lick the end. He then drew my head down to take him in my mouth. I sucked him for a little while, whereupon he told me to stand up and strip. While I was doing that he got up and fetched a small bag from his suitcase. He walked across to me. My cock was throbbing hard in front of me. He told me not to touch it, and told me to open my mouth. He put something inside it and told me to suck it. I didn’t know what it was, but when I had it wet enough he told me to turn round and bend over. Then he put the butt plug up my arse. It stretched my hole, and was painful at first, but eased after a bit. He twisted it round a couple of times, and part withdrew it and re-inserted it. Then he slapped my arse. Then he really slapped my arse. With those big shovel hands he had. It stung like crazy, then the red glow afterwards. ‘Hmmm’, he said. ‘I think we can have fun here’. He went across to the wardrobe and pulled out a wire coat hanger. He opened it out, so he was holding a straight piece of wire. What followed then was a dizzying experience, as he beat my arse with the wire, talking to me during it. Sometimes grabbing my face, squeezing my lips to a pout and kissing me hard, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. Sometimes he stuck his fingers in my mouth. He never touched my cock. After a bit, he stopped. He then sat back down in the chair and told me to get back sucking his cock. All the while my arse was stinging. I sucked his huge cock till my jaw ached. Then he turned me round and rubbed some oil into my stinging arse and withdrew the butt plug. Then he walked me over to the full length wall mirror so I was standing naked in front of it. He was behind me and I felt his oily fingers at my hole. He circled it and pushed them in a bit, before withdrawing and then pushed that huge cock against it till he entered me and started fucking me. He seemed huge behind me in the mirror, and he felt huge in my arse. I could feel his big balls hitting off me. He reached round and started wanking me in time with his thrusts, watching it all in the mirror in front of us. With that big shovel hand working my hard cock, it didn’t take long for me to shoot my load, in spurts that hit the mirror. He grunted and thrust hard enough to lift me off my feet, and came inside of me. I was exhausted, spent. After he subsided, he withdrew, and made me lick his cock clean before I got dressed. He laughed and said he’d be staying another night, before sending me out. ‘And I’ll have breakfast in my room at 6:30’, he said.