This is a work of fiction for adults over the age of 18 only.
Hotel Cock Feast, part two.
I knocked nervously on the door, wondering how I would be received. I heard footsteps hurrying to the door and he opened it with a big smile. "I knew you'd come" he said. At that moment it occurred to me that not going could never have been an option I could have lived with. He placed his hand on my shoulder and ushered me in, pausing to close the door behind him. I turned to face him. "Gregg" he said offering his outstretched hand. "Richard" I replied, grasping his strong tanned hand firmly and shaking it warmly. "Wanna beer?" Gregg asked, "yeah, lager if you've got it", whereupon he headed to the mini bar and extracted two cold bottles of ice - brewed lager. "Always bring some supplies with me" he said, removing the bottle tops. "Have a seat". I made myself comfortable on the two seater couch and he walked towards me, beer outstretched in his hand. "Cheers" I said taking the lager from him and drinking a large mouthful from the bottle as he flopped down to my left. A wave of air was generated as he crashed beside me and I relished the smell of a quite exquisite, but unknown cologne. I looked at him briefly as he made himself comfortable. His lightly tanned, smooth face radiated with cleanliness and the mop of hair on his head had that carefree but simultaneously well groomed look about it which few can pull off. He was wearing a long sleeve, stone coloured shirt with a button down collar, jeans and casual shoes. The first couple of buttons on the shirt were open and I stole a quick glance at what appeared to be his hairless chest. I was intrigued because, amid my panic in the shower, I had noticed so little about his body other than the stirring erection straining in his shorts. My heart began racing faster as I remembered the moment and the closeness of him right now. Slow down I thought to myself as I engaged him in some small talk.
The small talk was useful though. I found out he too was here on a residential course with his company. A few colleagues were staying in the hotel although he didn't work with any of them since they had come from various parts of the country. He was 21 years old and I felt pleased at the accuracy of my earlier guesswork. I answered similar questions before asking him why he had asked me here. "You know the reason" he said, "I like horny guys and I reckon you do too - yes?". "Yeah, but why me - I'm 37 for Christ's sake". "Hey you look fine to me and you sure jacked off like a 21 year old this afternoon. That's gotta be good". My heart raced again, partly in anticipation of what I was actively guessing would come and with a degree of pride that this good looking guy was so keen to get into my pants.
"Another beer?" Gregg asked getting to his feet. "Sure" I said, admiring his cute ass as he walked over to the mini bar again. When he sat down this time his arm went around my shoulders and gently stroked the base of my neck. His touch was so light but it gave me an electric feeling down my back and a warm glow in my chest. I placed my beer on a table and turned to face him just as his face moved in on mine, his hot mouth heading for mine. The first kiss was not forceful but it was passionate, his tongue wasting no time in probing the deepest recesses of my mouth to which I gladly reciprocated. Our tongues disentangled and we pulled back from each other for a moment, both resting our necks on the top of the sofa and looking each other full in the face, smiling. "You are so fuckin gorgeous you know" I said, stroking the side of Gregg's face. "I can't believe I've known you no more than a few minutes and I just wanna fuck your brains out". "Well that is why we're here" he replied as he again reached around my neck, pulled me hard into his face and fucked my mouth with his expert tongue.
My fingers probed between the buttons of his shirt, exploring tiny areas of his smooth, hard pecs and stomach. My middle finger found his left nipple and stroked it longingly while the rest of my hand gripped the firm pec muscles of his chest. My left hand moved around his slim, firm waist and I allowed a couple of fingers to slip beneath the waistband of his trousers so that I was gently stroking the top of his ass through his underwear - silk boxers I reckoned. My thick cock had quickly reached its full six inches and now throbbed uncontrollably in my tight sports briefs. Our mouths remained locked in a deep, wet, writhing kiss, Gregg's left hand still in control of my head while his right now started to lift up my sweatshirt to get at my chest. The palm of his hand rubbed firmly across my hair covered skin, roaming occasionally to take in the soft hair of my stomach and to squeeze my swollen nipples. He pulled away to look at me beneath my sweatshirt. "I love that chest" he said. "I've got a real thing for hair, especially where it runs into a thick mound of hot cock hair like yours". His mouth probed beneath the material and found my nipples, licking them slow and hard, teasing them to greater heights of hardness. I responded by rubbing the top of his crack through his briefs and he pushed his ass back hard to meet my touch. The material between my fingers and the crack of his ass was already damp with sweat and I knew when I found his hole it would be gloriously hot and damp.
"I've gotta have you naked" I said, pulling myself free and onto my feet. I grabbed his hand, pulled him to his feet and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, each one revealing a little more of this stud's broad, smooth pecs and firm stomach. I pulled the shirt free of his belt, taking in my first glimpse of Gregg's bulging trousers. I just knew from the prominence of his erection that he was every bit as hard as me and a lot bigger than he had been in the shower earlier that afternoon. I slid the shirt from his shoulders and took in the sight before me - fuck was he gorgeous. His smooth, tanned, hairless chest was just perfect, about 42" and not overdeveloped. His light tan was broken only by the darker circles of his still firm nipples and I leaned forward to lick them gently whilst stroking his hard stomach. I was just inches from his thick cockmeat but I knew I wanted to delay the moment. I needed to feel his naked body wrapped around my own, maximum skin on skin, before I got to grips with his tool. My tongue continued to play over his nipples and I sensed him rubbing his engorged prick through the front of his trousers. "Oh no" I said removing his hand and pulling away to remove my sweatshirt. I stood behind him and pressed my hardness into his ass. I moved by hips so that my thick cock alternately ground into his ass cheeks, crack or the hard small of his back. Even separated by 4 layers of material it felt hot. My hands reached round to stroke Gregg's chest and abs as we continued our simulated ass fucking and Gregg told me how good it felt to feel my chest hair against his back. It seemed as though we did this for hours, it seemed so natural and comfortable but my fingers on his stomach were becoming eager to remover the clothing beneath and I moved him over to the bed.
Gregg and I lay beside each other and kissed gently. My hands reached for his belt, unfastened it and moved to his flies. Buttons. My favourite. I was wearing them too and could get off on the feel of undoing my own in readiness for a wank, never mind other guys' buttons. They proved hard to undo because the shaft of Gregg's hard prick lay immediately beneath. When the final button was undone I pulled the flies apart to reveal Gregg's shiny blue nylon briefs, not the silky boxers I had imagined earlier. They clung to his thick rod, the head of which was barely contained inside. As I rubbed his length through the material his cock rose to meet my touch and I noticed a large dark patch of precum had oozed from his cockhead near the waistband of his briefs.
It was Gregg who now reached over to unfasten my jeans, pausing to rub my hard dick through the thick blue material and to explore the wet patch that had made it to the surface. I knew my cock was oozing a fair wad of precum because I could feel the wetness on my lower stomach but until Gregg probed the wetness in my jeans I wasn't aware just how lubed up I was getting. He purposefully moved his damp finger from my crotch into his mouth before resuming work on my belt and buttons. He too struggled to undo these, my pulsating rod conspiring to keep him out but eventually he gained access to my sodden underwear and gripped my cockmeat through the material. I couldn't take any more and reached inside his hot shiny briefs to pull his cock clear and begin jacking him off. He followed suit, pulling my wet cock from the white cotton briefs to begin his handiwork. My foreskin glided effortlessly up and down my shiny wet helmet as more precum oozed from my slit to lubricate the moving skin. Within a couple of strokes on Gregg's cock a stream of hot lube was flowing from the slit in the large, swollen mushroom head, down his veined shaft and onto my fingers. Both cocks made delicious wet sounds as we pumped away at each other. We just lay on our backs, remarkably synchronised and jacked each other off. It only took a couple of minutes before each of us began thrusting towards powerful ejaculations. On my left I noticed Greggs left hand was also stroking his balls, sight of which had so far eluded me. One thing was for sure, when I did see them they were going to be a load lighter than they were right now. My right hand reached for my soft ball sac, stroking the downy hair and the low hung heavy balls within and the touch ensured I was only seconds away from shooting my first thick creamy wad of the night. "Fuck Gregg, here it comes. Keep pumping my cock" I begged. As I did his hips bucked violently into the air where they remained as my hand wanked a stream of hot ball cream from deep within his bollocks. I sensed it splash over his upper chest and felt a warm, wet jet land on my forearm. As the power behind his wad subsided and the remains of his jizz ran down my hand I released the first of my load over my stomach. As Gregg's cum subsided and he sensed me shoot, his hand pulled harder on my shooting prick, pulling it towards Gregg ensuring that the next jet that shot from the engorged purple mushroom head of my cock landed on his hip. I was fuckin pleased to see my jizz splash on his skin and to see the rest of my load flow down his expert fingers into my hairy mound.
"Fuck that was great" I said, breathing heavily. I looked at Gregg who smiled back as his fingers played in the creamy jizz I had splashed on his hip moments earlier. He scooped the slippery liquid onto his finger tips and placed this in the pool of cum he had shot onto his chest, carefully mixing the two loads together before raising two creamed up fingers to his lips. He slowly and purposefully sucked the cum from his middle finger before offering the juice on his index finger upto my lips. It tasted fucking incredible and I instinctively lowered my face to eagerly lick his chest clean of the remaining cum cocktail.
I stood up beside the bed and removed my jeans and the wet briefs from which Gregg had pulled my cock clear earlier. I stood before him, bollock naked, my cock still fully erect. I grabbed at the legs of his trousers and pulled them down his young tanned thighs. Then I reached for the precum soaked nylon from which I too had yanked his young cockmeat earlier - now cupping his blond haired heavy ball sac. "No. Leave them on" he said and I looked up at his face with a horny smile. I kneeled on the bed beside his waist and pulled the wet translucid briefs back up around the stiff rod lying on his belly and cum soaked blond mound. I admired the thick shape which now bulged through the clinging material. The colour of his pale cock was distinguishable and his pubes showed through the wet nylon sheath almost as if it wasn't there. His foreskin was still back and his swollen purple helmet became more prominent as his cock twitched with pleasure against the silky, slippery material. I stroked his mushroom head gently with my fingertips and he moaned in ecstasy, raising his hips and arching his back as though ready to cum. After a few moments I needed to feel more so I gently held his helmet between my fingers, just below his rolled back skin and began wanking him off again slowly, my fingers purposefully avoiding the rest of his long shaft. "Oh yeah Rich that's so good. You're such a fuckin good wanker. Your hands feel so good around my hard cock". His encouragement got me hot and I figured that if my hands felt good around his nylon clad cockhead, my hot wet mouth would be even better. I looked at him and saw his eyes were closed. Seamlessly my lips replaced my fingers around his helmet and again he responded, raising his hips. "Oh fuck yeah. Suck me Rich, suck me and don't stop till I unload my wad in your mouth". My right hand supported the base of his thick prick as I started to take in more of his seven inches of thick young meat whilst my left hand reached up to stroke and tweak his gorgeous nipples. Where his briefs were only damp in some places before, now they were real wet from my mouth and I could sense how the material clung more tightly to his dick, my eager tongue and lips passing over every nylon covered vein in his young cockmeat. The taste of his cock, in particular the salty cum which remained from our wanking session permeated the wet nylon. It subsided from time to time but came back as my mouth took in new parts of his creamed up shaft. I thought his tented briefs would make taking his entire length into my mouth difficult but they didn't and soon the hot musk from his hairy blond mound filled my nostrils and his wet pubes were caressing my face. I started to get into a good rhythm now, fucking Gregg's thick young cockmeat with my mouth and enjoying the twists he began to make as his hips began to grind gently into my face. My tongue lapped his long shaft with every upward stroke and occasional sucks on his mushroom head were rewarded with further leaks of precum from his slit through the nylon strainer of his underwear. The feel of his strong hand on the back of his head as his thrusts became more pronounced turned me on. I desperately wanted to give my boning hard on some attention but at the same time wanted to satisfy my new young stud even more. I gave his nipples one last, affectionate squeeze, stroked his pecs and hard, sticky stomach then gripped his shaft with my left hand, freeing up my right to work on his balls. They were big and heavy and I knew released from his briefs they'd be low hung and delightful to hold in the palm of my hand. The material beneath his balls was wet with the mixture of saliva, cum and precum which had run down his rock hard cock to his balls and beyond. The soft blond hair covering his sac was visible through the wet material as were the soft folds of his skin and the outline of his weighty bollocks. I caressed his hot nuts and scratched this scrot gently through his briefs. "Ohh fuck yeah" he said as my fingers moved further down into his wet, wet crack, probing for his hot hole. He lifted his feet up onto the bed so he could get some leverage, lift his hips slightly and give me access to his ass. I still hadn't seen his ass properly but from what I could see of his cheeks now they were firm and powerful. A vision of him fucking me from behind, his muscular ass muscles flexing with every thrust passed through my mind as my middle finger played over his nylon covered hole, sliding up and down his crack, over and around his rim before finally applying pressure and gaining entry into his hot tunnel. My finger lay motionless for a few moments, just a couple of inches inside his ass. Then I pushed forward - his hole easily accommodating the full length of my finger before I inserted my index finger too. I could feel the walls of his ass stretch to take my second finger. His hot ass surrounding my fingers felt fucking good and I sensed precum oozing from my cockhead as my hard dick twitched with the sheer fucking sexiness of what was happening. Within seconds of starting to finger fuck his ass he was bucking real hard. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he shouted and I knew he was about to cum. His hand pressed my head even harder as the mushroom head of his young cock fucked the back of my throat. As he had done before he suddenly arched his back and thrust his hips forward. His thrusting stopped as I felt the material in my mouth swell and the first of his creamy cum filter through the slippery nylon into my eager hot mouth. I continued to move up and down his pulsing young cockmeat to ensure that, though his thrusts had stopped, I could milk every drop of his his jizz from those sweet, heavy balls. His swollen bell end felt so good in my mouth as my tongue and lips played over it, savouring the silky smoothness of it, made even softer by the wet nylon and the slippery cream that he continued to pump from his balls. Even through the material barrier between us I could sense the power of his ejaculation - I knew if it were not for his briefs his seed would simply have shot down the back of my throat. I was grateful for the opportunity to savour the taste of his cream. As the pumping sensation in his cock subsided I released his shaft from my mouth momentarily to pull the sodden briefs half way down his thighs, before taking him in my mouth again to clean him up with my eager mouth and tongue. He bucked violently as my tongue made its first contact with his ultra sensitive, naked helmet and only when his shaft was completely clear of his cock cream and my probing tongue could taste no more within his slit did I release his now semi hard dick from my mouth.
We were both exhausted. I lay on the bed beside him and smeared the precum dripping from my knob over the mushroom head and down my shaft. Then there was a knock at the door.
To be continued...
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