Ryan's life (Part 4) (Patreon)

This is the fourth part of a spin-off of "My First Year ..." where we explore Tyler big brother's, Ryan, exhibitionist side.

You can read all three novels: My First Year in College and the sequels My First Year in Prison and My First Year with Austin on this Patreon.

Read part 1 of Ryan's exhibitionist life here: Introduction to exhibitionism: Skimpy speedos in Barcelona

Read part 2 here: Embracing the exhibitionist’s lifestyle: hot in the sauna

Read part 3 here: Experimenting with exhibitionism: crossing boundaries

This bonus story will only be posted on Patreon.

As always, this story is purely fictionnal and all characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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RYAN EXHIBITIONIST'S LIFE

Exhibitionist for life: Room service in Philadelphia

My exhibitionist tendencies have taken many forms throughout my life. The nude beaches, the massage places, the gay saunas… The hotel rooms.

Wait. Have I already mentioned my hotel rooms adventures? I guess I should do that now!

I left you at the beginning of my thirties, frequent visitor of saunas, and “papi” to a faithful and willing submissive Cuban boy, Sebastian.

Once I had opened the Pandora box and let him suck me once, he became one of my regular bitches and I became a pro at dominating him.

A real Master at it, if you will.

I say “one of” because over the couple years which followed, I had a few more guys desperate to show-off their sucking skills whom I indulged with. I mean, it would have been selfish of me not to let those eager boys have a taste of my leaking dick.

In another striking memory from the Bath & Beyond Club, I had four guys worshipping me at once while many others were sitting around us, jerking off. The atmosphere was electric.

Sebastian was deepthroating my cock, - he could take it all the way down the base, even licking my balls with his stick-out tongue, his nose buried in my pubic hair -, two black dudes were sucking off my feet with relish, and a fourth guy was sucking on my nipples.

You can label me “gay”, or “bi”, or whatever, but to be honest, this had not much to do with the gender of the people taking care of me.

My enjoyment had everything to do with being the centre of attention. I had the biggest kick out of being worshipped and serviced by eager subs, feeling like the owner of a harem of some sort in this backroom.

Narcissistic of me? Very much so!

And so fucking what? They loved looking at me and touching me, and I loved being looked at and being touched. Everybody wins… and Mallory did not have to know!

At 32, I was more confident and at peace with who I was. I was comfortable with the limits I had set out and I did not need to go to the saunas more than once a month to feel like my exhibitionist tendencies were fulfilled.

Slowly but surely, Sebastian got away from me. He was less regular with his visit at the sauna, and someday, I discovered that he had found another dom, an older guy who became his actual boyfriend.

Something I could have never offered him.

I was not jealous. On the contrary, I was even happy for the boy.

What we had been doing may have been a very good entertainment for the both of us but I was a happy married man and I did not intend to make any of those guys feel like they were owing me anything. They clearly were not.

Generally, I was pretty happy with how my life was doing.

Mallory and I were doing great, the twins were growing into their own personalities and it was fascinating to see them evolve. At the same period, I got a coveted fellowship with a renown surgeon in my field.

This opportunity led me to work in Philadelphia for about a year. I was appointed there three days a week to learn from my mentor. It was tough but I was motivated and eager to prove myself.

Mallory and I found a new balance this way. We would no longer be working at the same place all the time, - which was good for us -, and even if I was sleeping at an hotel (all fees paid by the hospital) twice a week, this was heavily compensated by the fact that it meant I had one additional day off where I could take care of the kids. They were in kindergarten at the time.

As you can imagine, it did not take long until I had an impulse to visit the sauna(s) situated near the hotel and near the hospital I was working in, but those incursions were not a success. That is to say the least.

The main issue was that I was not a big fan of potentially meeting one of my coworkers in a jacuzzi so I was on my guards all throughout. Obviously, this was kind of a boner-killer.

During my first visit, I thought I saw my mentor and I ran away from the place like a child caught eating candies. I felt silly afterwards.

Maybe I was not as comfortable with what I was doing as I thought I was…

Besides, after three or four attempts, I did not find any place as cool as the Bath & Beyond Club where I was still going from times to times, even though less so than I used to.

Therefore, I just gave in on the sauna places. Maybe I was a little bit tired of it too, always the same crowds and the same type of people. I even wondered if I was not done with my exhibitionist side as I was getting older…

Ahah… As if!

Instead of going out, I was staying in my hotel room twice a week, falling asleep alone, in front of more and more ridiculous TV shows.

The big hit of the moment was a reality-tv program where contestants were locked in a villa with their current boyfriend / girlfriend and their exes and they needed to choose who they wanted to come back home with. Riveting content!

There were some softcore CFNM (clothed females naked men) scenes which were the most entertaining part of the show. Mallory would have had judged so hard if she knew I was watching that crap.

I must say, the exhaustion from the 14 hours shift were helping a lot to keep me on track and not venturing into meeting places outside of my hotel.

I was even ordering in, being too tired to go search for my own food.

Generally, I would come back drained from the hospital, would take a nice hot bath, call Mallory and the kids on Facetime, and fall on my bed until I called for room service and/or fell asleep.

Something happened during what must have been my fifth or sixth stay in the same room.

I ordered a fish filet, lying in the king-size bed in my bath robe. Okay, nothing too crazy so far. I was a bit stressed since a patient had undergone multiple complications after a difficult surgery that day.

Maybe this was the reason I did not pay attention to the way I looked.

Room service knocked at my door. I swear I did it by mistake (that time, at least), I opened the door and I noticed that a new guy was taking care of the delivery.

“Good evening, S…”

Something stopped him from finishing his sentence. He even stopped breathing altogether for a few seconds. He was staring down at my junks… My cock and balls were in full display thanks to my wide opened bath robe!

Oopsie!

“S… Sir.” He blabbered, clearly flustered.

I quickly closed back the robe. I am for sure an exhibitionist, but I would never impose myself on anyone who would not like to see what I had to offer.

That being said, delivery guy was definitely giving the vibes of someone interested.

“Thank you...” I read his name tag “Jason.”

He looked back at me, getting red.

“You’re very welcome, Sir. Would you need anything else?”

He was getting in the room with the tray. I was amused by his awkwardness.

“No…” I looked at the fish filet over his shoulder. “Looks delicious.”

Jason blushed even more. I gave him a tip.

“Thank you. Hum. Just leave the tray out of the door when you’re done. Enjoy your night.” He spoke.

He was acting very professionally although I could tell he was fighting the urge to look down at my crotch.

“Thank you, I sure will.”

Before he left, he took another quick glance at my chest. I was getting hairier which Mallory did not like very much. Contrary to the guys at the saunas who seemed to be digging my slightly furry abs a lot.

I had not managed to fully close the robe in the heat of the moment but most of my jewels were now hidden. The moment had passed.

Once Jason was gone, I realized I was getting hard.

I did not think much about it, frankly, not much had happened. I launched a good old porn on my phone (two dressed girls playing with each other’s feet in front of a naked guy) and I came on my pecs and neck.

Yeap, I was producing huge thick volleys of white cream.

I was staying again the following night and I put another order, margarita pizza and a couple of beers.

I had almost completely forgotten about the little incident from the day before when Jason knocked at my door.

This time, I had slid back into my favourite pair of tight Calvin Klein underwear after my bath and I was wearing my bathrobe on top of it. There was no room for an incidental exposure.

I went for the door and Jason almost seemed disappointed when he looked down at my crotch region.

I immediately recognized the lust I had grown to become so familiar with in his eyes.

Or maybe, this was all in my head. I did not want to be the huge perv of the floor. Jason did look very gay – I mean, he was a hotel’s employee after all - but that did not mean he wanted to be bothered with weird guys flashing their dicks at him.

He was about my age, maybe slightly younger, had very dark hair which were perfectly pulled back, and puffy lips. His mouth was his most distinctive feature, or at least, the one I remember the most accurately.

He was wearing a very formal red and marine blue suit, very common for classy hotels, his ironed white shirt was tied up to his neck.

“Good evening, Sir. May I come in with your tray?”

“Good evening, Jason. Sure, come on in.”

He smiled at me.

I gave him the same tip and he was gone in less than thirty seconds.

He did not look so flustered anymore. On the contrary, I could swear he winked at me when he left the room. Cheeky boy!

I was not so sure though and once again; I did not want to do anything to make him uncomfortable so I left it at that until I came back the following week.

Strangely, - or maybe not so strangely -, from this point on, I noticed that Jason seemed to always be the one appointed to my room, whether I was asking for an extra bottle of soap or ordering food.

The guy was eying me out, I was pretty sure now.

He even found reasons to come back in my room multiple times in the same evening, bringing me first my main meal and then coming back with some desert: “on the house”.

“Really, on the house, why?” I asked him.

“The hotel likes to treat his regular residents.”

“Oh, that’s the hotel policy?” I said, licking the ice-cream Jason had just offered me.

“Well… This specific treat may have been offered by members of the staff.”

I chuckled.

“Thank you, Jason.”

He looked like he was about to say something but he left the room without another word. The ice-cream was delicious though, vanilla with a hint of strawberry on top.

I thought it was reasonable to manufacture a little test at this point.

I could wear my bathrobe over my naked body without making a big deal out of it, I would even close it, but my pubes may be visible. Who could blame me for that?

Then, we would see if I was getting ideas or if the guy was effectively trying to catch a glimpse of my junks.

The only problem was that I could already feel my cock reacting as I called for room service to enact on my plan… The mere idea of exposing myself was getting me horny!

After much consideration, I decided that I could not answer the door with my hard cock pointing out to the ceiling. That would have been too much.

I had to think about something else to calm the beast within me. I went through the tough surgery from the afternoon in my mind. A patient had nearly died on the table.

Fuck me, right?! I really had a problem!

I had to think of nearly dying patients not to get hard because an attendant was about to deliver me some food… What the hell was wrong with me!?

At least, it worked, when I heard the knock at the door about ten minutes later, I barely had a semi to show for. I felt the adrenaline pumping, it was so silly… but so exciting at the same time. I purposely did not close the bath robe properly; I showed a bit more than I originally wanted.

I checked myself on the mirror. I had a huge grin on my face.

“Hi, Jason.” I spoke, being more casual as I opened the door.

It was maybe the tenth time the guy was bringing something into my room, we could be a little more friendly.

“Good evening, Sir.” He replied, remaining professional.

His attitude was not lying though. He was excited to be called in for his regular eye-candy session. And soon enough, his green eyes were heading right below my stomach.

“Sorry for the outfit, I just got out the shower.” I mentioned as he walked in to put the tray on my desk.

“Oh, do not apologize, this is very fine.”

“Very fine?”

He gulped.

“I mean, that’s quite all right. I’ve seen worse.”

My heart was racing and again, I felt like I could get hard at any moment. Why was I like this?

“But have you seen better?” I dared adding as he was now facing the other direction.

Jason had a little spasm. Maybe I had gone too far with that comment. I almost regretted it, thankfully, the room service attendant gave me the perfect answer.

He turned around to look at me from head to toes, doing so very openly this time. And after a few seconds, he stated:

“I cannot really make an assessment with the bathrobe on.”

Jackpot!

I did not respond anything, there was nothing to say and only one reasonable action to take.

I took my bath robe off and threw it on the floor. The door of the room was still opened, anyone passing by would have seen my bare ass. To Jason, I was exposing my entire front. My cock was not at full mast but was undoubtfully waking up.

He opened his mouth in shock.

“I have to say this is a very nice body, Sir.”

That was a bold move for the both of us.

His stare was fixating on my cock. Obviously.

“Thanks, Jason. I hope you don’t mind seeing me in the nude. I usually put an effort to slide into something before answering the door but if I was listening to myself, I would rather not bother myself with clothes. At all.”

He dared taking a step closer to me.

“Please, don’t. I want you to feel as much comfortable as possible. And… From what I can see, you have nothing to hide.”

My dick throbbed. He noticed.

I was the one feeling a little embarrassed that I would be so aroused by the situation. It was silly, really.

“I’ll keep that in mind, then.”

“Yes… I… I wish you a nice evening. Don’t hesitate if you need anything else.”

He passed me by while looking straight at my crotch and then at my ass and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I guess we can say that the test was successful, Jason was definitely the perfect lurker to feed my exhibitionist tendencies.

In the following weeks, I played a little every time I would stay at the hotel. I had my assigned room, and my assigned room service guy.

I would not do crazy stuff, basically answering the door with a towel wrapped around my waist that I would let fall as soon as Jason was entering the room; asking him to come in as I was laying down in my bed with a porn playing on the tv screen, my hard dick tenting in my underwear; or getting the door wearing one of my old grey jockstraps.

I had pulled in some weight so the pair of jockstraps was barely fitting me anymore. All my parts were coming out of the fabric.

I liked teasing him, the encounters would never last for more than a minute, Jason would take a good look at what I had to offer and would leave with a big smile on his face, and often, a prominent bulge in his tight pants.

I did not want to go too far, I was thinking about Mallory and the kids, the games had to remain harmless.

I was reconsidering my time spent at the saunas. I mean, going there to show off was fine but the whole dom / sub thing, sometimes, I felt like I had already crossed a line.

But the heart wants what he wants and the saying is even truer for my big juicy dick!

One night where I was in the mood, I called room service and I got myself in the bath waiting for Jason to come in.

I did hope that this would not be one of those cases when I had the surprise to see someone else behind the door. It had been rare occurrences but twice, an older woman who did not seem so friendly had judged me a lot when she had seen me opening the door in my wide-opened bathrobe or, even more straight to the point, in my birthday suit.

But that time, when I called the attendant in my room from the bathtub, it was indeed Jason who entered the room.

“Sir?”

All this time, he had never stopped calling me “Sir”. I liked that.

I was jerking off waiting for him, getting excited by the prospect of having him finding me in this state, but my hard cock was mostly hidden under the foam and the bubbles.

“I’m in the tub.” I explained.

Jason walked tentatively to the bathroom.

Here it was again, the obvious tent in his pants. I could hardly blame him, I was very hard myself.

“I… I put the food on the desk… As usual.”

“Thanks. I know I can always count on you.”

I played with my feet above the water. He glanced at them.

“Of course. I… I’ll let you be then.”

He turned around. I hesitated one second but I could not resist anymore.

“Jason?”

“Yes, Sir?” He came back in the room.

I could almost see a stain forming between his legs. I will admit, this was probably my perverted imagination talking.

“May I ask you a personal favour?”

“Of course, Sir. Anything.”

“Oh please, do not feel obligated to do anything for me. This is… How can I say… Outside of the realm of the things one is supposed to ask from room service.”

His eyes were scanning through the water, probably trying to catch a glimpse of my cock, now at full mast under the slowly vanishing foam.

“I’m listening. I… I swear I’ll feel free to say no.”

He got closer to the bathtub.

“It’s just… I was in surgery all day and my feet hurt like hell…”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s bad. Normally, my wife would be massaging my soles but here, alone… Thinking that I will have to be standing up again all day tomorrow.”

This was not my imagination this time, a hint of saliva was drooling from the corner of his full lips.

“That’s not okay, Sir. I mean, for your patients and everything. A surgeon needs to feel comfortable.” Jason replied, fully taking part in the roleplay I was offering.

To be fair, it was mostly true, I had gone through a seven hours surgery and I was definitely needed some pressure release.

“Exactly. Do you think that maybe you could, I don’t know, give me a hand?”

I moved the feet higher so they were almost fully out of the water. Jason practically jumped on them. Eager slut!

“I’ll be very happy too!” He replied in a single breath.

“Thank you, I appreciate that very much.”

He knelt down in front of the bathtub to be on the perfect position to reach my feet – no doubt, Jason was the type of guys to kneel down often -, and he started his massage.

My new helper was quite a surprising man. He could seem very awkward and shy, but at other moments, he looked confident and filled with that raw sexual energy.

He went all for it, playing with my toes, massaging my soles carefully, sometimes, he made me giggle a little.

“Like that, Sir?”

“Oh yes, that’s perfect, thank you… very relaxing.”

I changed a position a bit so the top of my cock would get out from the water. Jason’s eyes widened out; I pulled my clean cockhead out of my foreskin. He had never touched me before and now he was so close of the object of his lustful desires.

He kept on massaging my feet while looking at the rest of my body. Mindlessly, I started stroking my cock semi immersed in the water.

“Don’t mind me.” I mumbled.

“Please… Do what you have to do to feel better…”

I grinned at him. I bet he did not mind!

This lasted for a few minutes. I closed my eyes, I jerked off, he was very committed to his task. I was not sure how much time we had, at which point he would have to go back to work. I wished this could last all night.

In a way, the current situation was hotter than the beaches or the saunas.

First, there was something risky about it, we were doing something taboo. When you venture into a gay beach or a sauna, you expect some frisky stuff to happen, but in this hotel room, we were both taking a chance. Things could have had gone very differently.

Second, and that was not the least important point for me, Jason was wearing clothes. I know this may sound stupid to some of you but there was something incredibly exciting in being naked in front of a clothed man.

I realized at some point that Jason started to go further than just my feet, not much, but he was touching my calves, massaging the lowest part of my leg.

I semi-opened my eyes. He was very excited as well.

When he realized I was looking at him, Jason asked me a question. For the first time, he took the lead.

“Would you need any help with any other part of your body, Sir?”

I chuckled. He blushed a little.

“What part do you have in mind?”

My dick throbbed and it made bubbles in the lukewarm water.

“Any part you will let me touch, Sir.”

The way he had phrased that turned me on even more.

“Maybe you can start by helping me dry out?”

He nodded yes frenetically and quickly stood up to get some towels. What a good boy!

I stood up in the tub, exposing for the first time my cock in its full glory, my seven point five inches of sausage were hard as a rock, my balls looked massive, full with semen.

I was dripping with water, I saw myself in the mirror, I looked damn fine!

I stepped out, he wrapped me in the towel. Jason was not touching me directly but we were almost there. He dried my back carefully, and then my ass. Once again, he found himself kneeling down.

I turned around to surprise him, I poked his face with my big slab of meat, he had a small gasp.

“Aaah.”

“Sorry, sometimes, I do not realize how big it is.”

He had his mouth opened, in awe or in shock, or maybe, he was just showing me where I should park my tool next. I kept on teasing him. Once I was dried, I walked to my king size bed, I lied on my stomach.

“Should I… Should I leave you, Sir? Or maybe, you want me to massage your back?”

“I don’t want to take too much of your time, although, if you have a few minutes to spare, you could definitely ease my pain. I feel some ache in my lower back, very close to my ass actually.”

I was a dirty man. I had experience now; I knew exactly what I was doing.

Obviously, Jason immediately jumped on the occasion - and on my bed.

He was not a great masseur. I mean, I had experienced some expert hands before him and I knew a thing or two about it as well, but he was not too bad either.

To be fair, merely feeling the fabric of his tight clothes on my back, ready to be torn up by his aching hard cock was all that I needed to feel good.

We took our time, I let him explore my body. I think he was kissing my back or my ass from times to times, I let him.

My horniness grew slowly until, at some point, I lost it. I wanted to move things to the next level. I wanted to be nasty. I wanted to provoke him.

“You know what else you can do for me, Jason?”

“What, Sir?”

“EAT MY FUCKING ASS!” I heard me say, or rather, shout.

I surprised even myself.

I could not see his reaction as I was buried face down in my cushion but I could easily picture it. He did not answer. I wondered if I had effectively shocked him to a point where he would no longer have been comfortable with the situation.

I had not.

The reason why he did not say anything back was because his mouth was too busy digging down my hole. In a split second, he had spread my ass-cheeks wide and he had shoved his tongue deep in my ass.

The dude may not have been the best at massages but he for sure could rim an asshole!

I started moaning. Jason took it as a signal to go further, spitting in my asshole, rubbing his fingers against it on top of his hard-working tongue. I had already fingered my own ass, even used a toothbrush to explore my hole, but no other man had never gone there.

My encounter went there that night.

I had not set the limit clearly.

I had invited him in.

He buried his index finger in my hole and I almost came right on the spot. But I could not do that, my faithful attendant had deserved my juice for himself, and to drink it straight from the tap.

I let him play with my ass a little more – sue me, I liked it –, he went as far as shoving two fingers in, - fuck, I should do that more often -, and then I turned around.

It was time to let him have what he had been craving the most.

“Wanna massage this part too?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Sir! I freaking do!”

He grabbed my leaking and throbbing cock, his warm fingers – I guess my asshole was a heated place - slightly trembling.

“Oh no, boy. Not like that!”

It was the first time that I was calling him “boy”. Although he was probably my age, the roles had been defined between the two of us.

“Sir?”

“You don’t massage something sensitive like this with your hands.”

He looked at me quizzically until I grabbed his hair and guided him down my junks.

“Bon appétit.” I added.

Good Lord, to this day, I do not regret my move. Jason locked his puffy lips around my lips and blew me better than any other girl (or guy) before him.

I swear, it felt like he could have died for the sake of pleasuring my cock. He was so eager with it, like a totally different human being!

Licking, kissing, sucking, deepthroating, gagging, choking… He was insatiable, playing with my heavy balls too. Damn, the guy was doing the work to mature the loads which would soon be his. His wet tongue was everything I needed.

“Fuck… Boy…”

“Grrll, grrll, grrlll” were all the sounds he could muttered.

I pushed his face down my junks and throat-fucked him senselessly. He was drooling all over the sheets. One of his colleagues would clean that up later.

“Take what’s yours, Jason! Fucking take it!”

“Grrh, grrl, mmmfyess, grrrl”

His eyes were crying but his entire being was loving this. His cock in particular. I saw him distinctively cumming in his pants, - white stains appeared on the fabric of his blue pants -, while I was pounding him in another position.

I had asked him to get on the edge of the bed to ram the back of his throat. I loved that position, it made me feel like a proper pornstar.

I had rarely been that rough but, what can I say, that guy was pushing me to my most animalistic instincts.

I came too, giving him a mouth-full of my spunk.

“How do you like that, eh?”

“ffffank you, Sir…”

He was still slurping on my sensitive cock. He could not let go of it, even after my orgasm.

Shit, I thought I was the one in control of our dirty games but if I was not too careful, I could become addicted to that cock-sucker!

Maybe that was the call of my younger brother who prevented me from going for round two that night, otherwise, who knew what I would have done? Fucking him in the ass?

My phone rang while Jason was still busy licking the last droplets of cum dripping down my balls. I picked-up the phone without thinking too much about it. Tyler had not called me in a while, I should have figured something was up.

“Ryan? Can we talk?”

“What is it, Ty? You have a weird voice.”

Jason was now kissing my cockhead. The whole situation was pretty surreal.

“Something happened, I did not know who to call. I… I did not want to call Griffin; I think I may lose him over this… Fuck. I’m so freaking dumb.”

Finally, my brain cells started to work again and I moved away from the boy servicing me. Something was definitely up with my brother and I fully switched to protective mode.

“What’s going on, Ty? You’re worrying me, where are you?”

“I’m at the police station. I got arrested. I messed up.”

Wow. The energy I was in changed immediately. Jason must have felt I was insane.

“What did you do? What the fuck?”

“I did nothing… Well… It was a long time ago, I got in with a guy and… He was doing some sus things but I… Ryan… Now they want to convict me, like for real. They say that what I did was embezzlement.”

“Shit, Ty, that’s some serious stuff.”

“I know… I did not know who to call, I only got one phone call. I’m sorry.”

“Have you got a lawyer?”

“Of course, not.”

“Ok, stay put, don’t say anything to the police until you have a lawyer on your side. I’ll take the first plane.”

And this is how my brother getting arrested prevented me from going any further with Jason that night.

But as you can imagine, this was not the end of my exhibitionist adventures…

At this point, I had to admit it to myself. I was in it for life.

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[Note from the author: As you have probably noted, each part of this story corresponds to another period in Ryan's life. At this point, we are getting to the time when Tyler is about to get locked-up. I believe there are still a couple of parts to be added to finish Ryan's story. What do you think?]