Lars and Hotel 69: Chapter 1
Just outside the red light district sat a non-descript building in typical Dutch style. Hotel 69 was different kind of gay men’s club.
From its lobby it looked like a hotel with a desk and keys to 69 individual unique rooms, designed for play, from a leather lair to a burlesque boudoir, and so much more. The detail and design was immaculate.
With an elite client base, the staff was anything but ordinary. The workers were skilled and experienced, with a union to back.
Lars was among them. With a toilet-curious kink, Lars could offer services to a niche set that few other places anywhere would even consider. This even made him a popular choice for even the most mildly curious.
One Tuesday morning at 6:30 am, Benoit, a busy diplomat, walked into the lobby at the Hotel 69. Approaching 50 years of age, Benoit was holding a cell phone up to one ear, pressing against graying blonde hair, sunglasses, and the stubble on his lower face. In his other hand held a cup of coffee along with a briefcase. Between one arm was a newspaper. He fairly briskly approached the reception counter.
As Benoit ended his phone call and he rung the bell in front of him. Thirty seconds later, the hotel’s receptionist, Jan, appeared.
“Hi how can I help you sir? Do you have a reservation?” Jan greeted Benoit as he took off his sunglasses.
“Hi yes, could you escort me to one of your restrooms?” Benoit asked assertively while placing his phone in his suit pocket.
“What’s the name on the reservation?” Jan followed up.
“Oh I don’t have one?” Benoit exclaimed
“Ah, well if you don’t have a reservation, I’m sorry to inform you that we don’t have a restroom open to the public. There are public toilets…” Jan answered before being cut interrupted.
“I am aware, I passed by one on my way here that was out of order.” Benoit countered, which was a lie.
“Look, I have important business to tend to this morning.” He stated tersely. “My friend told me about this place, I know what you all offer.” He finished now staring into Jan’s eyes.
While frustrated by Benoit’s entitlement so far, Jan figured he did have an option to still help Benoit and picked up the phone and called Lars who had arrived at 6 that day so he could leave early, but didn’t have an appointment for another hour.
“Hey we have a walk client looking to use one of the WC’s, would you be willing to accept?” Jan presented to Lars.
“Oh uh yeah that’s fine, he’ll need to book a half an hour slot.” Lars advised
“You’ll need to book a half hour spot.” Jan informed Benoit.
“That’s fine, you can put it on this card.” Benoit answered as he swiftly reached forward to Jan with a credit card.
At this Jan confirmed with Lars and hung up. “Welcome to Hotel 69, Lars will be with you shortly.” Jan stated to Benoit with that kind of scripted hospitality.
“Thanks.” Benoit replied with a forced politeness.
Not five minutes later, Lars emerged. Wearing white polo and chino shorts that helped show some of his mildly toned body. He looked almost similar to the staff at a sports club.
”I’m Lars” he greeted Benoit. “Will you follow me sir?”
Benoit nodded and the two headed on towards a set of stairs.
“May I ask if you have any special requests for me?”
“I hear you’ll stay with me during my visit, am I correct?” Benoit leaned in an spoke quietly to Lars.
“Ah yes I can stay with you during your entire visit, some clients will ask I wait until after their business.” Lars explained
“I’ll need you with me.” Benoit stated matter of fact. “Just listen to me and we’ll be alright. Ok so where are we headed? “ Benoit pivoted.
“We’re almost there.” The two approached a door with a plaque that read “the Westminster loo.”
“Today you will be visiting the Westminster loo, it’s a classic English inspired bathroom full of class for a true gentlemen.”
“Perfect” Benoit remarked
Lars keyed the door and the two entered. Once inside Benoit looked around at the stately Walnut wainscoting and marble floor. A marble vanity sat near a vintage white porcelain commode with a tank high above on the wall and a flusher hanging down. Neatly folded towels hung on the wall and next to the sink.
“May I take your things sir?” Lars offered. At this Benoit handed him his briefcase and empty coffee cup. Lars placed the briefcase in a closet nearby by and threw the empty coffee away in a nearby wastebasket.
Benoit stretched out and took in his surrounding. As he took the newspaper in his hands. He inspected the area around the toilet and noticed a small wooden table where he set the newspaper before proceeding to remove his suit blazer and handing it to Lars who hung it on a hanger in the closet.
”While I get comfortable…you will?” Benoit asked.
“What would like?” Lars asked back
Benoit smiled “I’ll let you know.”
“I’ll be right over here just ask.” Lars replied
At this Benoit lifted the walnut lid to the commode and began to loosen his belt and unbutton his slacks and dug his hands into his briefs lowering them all as he sat his hairy ass on commode seat.
Promptly after sitting down, Benoit reached to grab the newspaper on the adjacent table. He opened it wide and held it in front of him. His legs spread and feet planted firmly on the floor.
With a furrowed brow, Benoit was focused on reading when he expelled a wispy fart into the bowl. As Benoit moved one hand towards his groin, a strong stream of piss then sounded, running against the bowl.
As the piss trickled Benoit sighed in relief and shifted his hand back to the newspaper.
“I imagine you don’t get many clients who read the paper while they…” Benoit asked still laser focused. His voice trailed off as if he was too prude to finish the sentence, but assumed Lars knew what was being said.
Lars nodded “I can say you’re the first.”
Benoit lifted the paper down slightly, while looking up and straight forward.
“You know I’m a busy man and I value my time, but do you know what’s something I look forward to? That moment in my day I have the chance to get away from it all and settle in for a nice relaxing shit.”
“It often works out for me, with being such a busy person, because I’d usually be in some office or waiting at the airport. So when the time comes I get to go and visit the restroom and have my shit in the company of another man or two. Seated next to me or on each side, I like knowing that they’re aware of what I was doing, and that I know the same about them.”
Benoit looked over at Lars briefly. He then farted a second time and grinned before returning his attention back to the paper.
As Benoit continued his reading, he let out a grunt and a slow, but loud plop hit the water of the bowl punctuated by softer sigh.
“Lars.” Benoit piped up
“Yes sir.” Lars responded
“Would you give me a shoulder massage? I seem to have a knot somewhere in there.”
Lars walked over to Benoit’s left side and placed his hands firmly on the gentleman’s shoulders and neck and began rubbing.
Benoit sat up a bit more making his seated ass pop a bit more
“Ooh.” Benoit uttered as Lars worked the area with his thumbs. Lars couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of Benoit’s hairy crack.
Benoit turned his head a little to the left and smiled. ”It’s okay to look” Benoit said softly before he leaning forward a bit to reveal his ass more. A loud fart blasted with an echo across the bowl.
A gurgle sound could be heard from Benoit abdomen and he lifted his hand towards it. Lars paused the massage. “Oh my.” Benoit stated in response to the discomfort. “I think the barista made a mistake” He added. “It happens from time to time.”
“Lars, can you open the window for some fresh air please?”
Lars obliged and opened the the long French window that looked onto a private courtyard as a light breeze entered.
“Can I get you anything sir? Lars asked.
“No, it will be alright. And apologies in advance, I didn’t know, but will tip extra.”
At this this Benoit licked his finger and turned the newspaper page. At this he farted once, twice, a third time before folding the newspaper and moving his right hand towards his crotch.
Benoit’s face winced as he held his mouth open. Then a wet crackling sound of a very soft bowel movement exited him. At this Benoit made a grunted sigh and raised his right hand up to wave the emerging smell away. “Ooh.” He reacted. “I’m so sorry again Lars, if you need to step out for a moment, I completely understand.”
“No it is alright sir.” Lars replied, noticeably unbothered as he stood off to the side of the room. What wasn’t yet noticeable, was that Lars held his hands crossed in front of him as he attempted to conceal the grown bulge of his crotch.
Benoit looked around, “Uh Lars could I get some wet wipes please?”
“Uhh yes sir.” Lars nervously replied as he maneuvered to the closet to grab a pack of wet wipes. He eyes a tray in the closet and placed the wipes on it hoping to conceal his stiffening pant’s bulge. Walking over to Benoit, Lars offered the pack of wipes from the tray.
Benoit looked up from his newspaper, “Thank you Lars.” He acknowledged before pausing “And ah sorry, I’m so inconsiderate to make you come over here with this smell.” He paused again. “I can do a courtesy flush…that is.” Benoit had noticed Lars’ bulge hidden beneath the tray. “Unless you like the smell? It’s okay to admit if you do.” Benoit finished flashing a brief smile.
“I uh..” Lars nervously paused. The smell was becoming overwhelming being so close to it. This was his work after all, he needed to regain his composure and professionalism. “It comes with the territory, but if you could sir, it would be appreciated.” Lars answered motioning to flusher.
“Of course, what kind of gentleman would I be.” Benoit replied. He reached to pull the flusher and the sound of the water and waste washing away could be heard.
“Oh before I clean up Lars.” Benoit paused “Would you provide me with a…happy ending? He added.
Lars still holding the tray, gracefully shifted to place it on the nearby wooden table. His stiff cock had begun to soften slightly as he tried to focus on his composure. Lars then moved to kneel in front of Benoit.
Just as he was about to proceed to “service” Benoit’s cock, Lars asked “Would you like some lubrication sir, some clients find it enhances the experience?”
Intrigued, Benoit replied “Sure.”
Lars reached into the cabinet of the nearby sink vanity and pulled out a small stylish bottle. He opened d the cap and poured a bit of the gel onto Benoit’s hardening penis.
As Lars began to stroke. Benoit instantly felt the oscillating cooling and warming sensation of the lube on his dick. Benoit was rock hard in seconds and was now squeezing his folded newspaper with his left hand.
Lars noticed how fast this was all happening and quickly proceed to put his mouth onto Benoit’s dick. Benoit felt the same sensation only now amplified by Lars’ mouth and tongue as he suckled his cock.
Benoit had thought about asking if he could fuck Lars, but the entire experience was simply so satisfying, so overwhelming, that his cock began to burst with shots of cum into Lars’ throat. Lars chose to swallow, if anything he preferred it that way.
Benoit was practically panting as Lars slowed down as the last drop of semen oozed out. Removing Benoit’s dick from his mouth, Lars reached for a wipe to clean up and residue that remained.
Lars stood up and moved towards the sink to clean his own hands. Benoit proceed to grab a wipe, before reaching around to clean his own ass.
As he folded a dirty wipe and dropped it into the bowl, Benoit looked over at Lars who was adjust his crotch of his pants so any lingering bulge would be less noticeable.
”If you’d like I could help you out, since you well…” Benoit offered.
“That’s generous of you, but it’s early, I have a whole shift ahead of me. I find it helps me perform better for clients.”
“Fair enough, just wanted to clear the air…in case.” Benoit begun.
“No need to. For what it’s worth, it’s a tempting offer, so please don’t take it the wrong way sir.”
“None taken, I guess maybe next time I visit, I’ll check in later.” Benoit shared.
Both men flashed a quick smile, before Benoit looked at his watch. “Ah got to hurry up.” He added before tossing a his last piece of toilet paper into the bowl between his legs. Pulling up his underwear and pants, Benoit buckled his belt and pulled the flusher one last time.
“Let me grab your jacket and brief case.” Lars suggested as Benoit washed his hands.
“Thank you.” Benoit stated as he reached for a hand towel before receiving both of his personal items.
“I’ll walk you to the front desk to check out.” Lars politely directed as the two made for the door.