Brief Summary: This is a short story about a slutty situation in hotel room/small apartment on the Gold Coast of Australia at around Schoolies time between an older adult male and newly 18 year men. This is a work of fiction.
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Title: Mate, I love Schoolies
`Knock'
Knock' Knock'
"Man I love this time of year" I thought as I pulled my slick dick out of that horny twinks mouth (Adam?) and smacked my spit and precum covered cock against his cheek for good measure. I didn't even put on clothes--I knew, or rather I suspected, I'd like what was at the door. Sauntering over I put my hand above my head on the door frame and pulled the door open.
I can only imagine his thoughts as I pulled the door open and my sweaty, hairy, and very much erect dick was on display. Beads of sweaty were dripping down my middle aged frame. My strong arms draped to the doorframe and my sweaty pits dripping down the wall. But he was here for just this view, just this reason, so I grabbed his open collar and pushed my tongue into his mouth. In seconds his calloused hands (rugby? Afl?) had grasped my cock and I knew he was mine.
--Interlude--
Schoolies is an annual tradition here in Australia. Every year the graduating classes of students in high school pour to various locations around Australia for a week of unabashed debauchery. Booze, sex, mistakes, wild parties, and sunburns are all expected of new adults. It is an annual ritual of passage, a promise, to young adult Australians after being locked in years of school. But it is supervised and controlled chaos and all these young people are herded to very specific locations. An entire industry has been set up to cater and supervise these young adults during this wild week every year. Needless to say trying gay sex during this time is understandable. You're surrounded by hundreds of similar aged people in confined spaces and under the influence of a lot of booze. And I fully intended to take advantage of any curiosity for older, hung, and virile guys.
Nathan...that's what I think his name was. Nathan the rugby player (or so he said online via Grindr) Lifting and tugging his too tight shirt over his head and throwing his pants off I manhandled his meaty ass and crab walked him over to the bed. Pushing him there he fell onto the other guy. With a bit of confusion he looked at the other guy and back at me as if to say "Why is he here?"
"Relax" I started "You're both here because you either liked dick or wanted to try it. And since its schoolies and you're both schoolies I knew it would make the night better. Unless you disagree..."
After a moments hesitation in which neither moved nor moved away I grabbed the adorable Adam and guided him back to my cock. Nathan, on the other hand, I cupped his face and pulled him back to mine.
Surprise, passion, longing, soft, minty, alcohol. All those sensations and more rushed to me as I made out with him. "Pashed" as the younglings say these days.
Sloppy, moany minutes passed before I decided I wanted more. Brining out a bit of my dominant side I pulled Adam off my slick dick and pushed his face straight into Nathans crotch.
Nathan moaned so loudly when Adam first touched him that I thought he had cum. But as Adam worked on Nathan I went behind Adam and slowly drifted my fingers up his crack. Teasing. Tasting. Feeling the situation with my fingers as my eyes relished the sweaty randomness of these two guys getting it on in my room.
My fingers settled on his pink hole and I tapped it, like a drum, watching it twitch and spasm at the sensation. I even picked my finger (still slick with his sweat) and put a slight bit of pressure on his hole. Not enough to punch past his hole but enough to let it know that it wanted in. Surprisingly, or rather not so much, his hole enveloped and devoured my finger. I smiled and thanked the stars for the hunger of youth.
I bent down and spread his sculpted cheeks and started rimming his hungry hole. My tongue darting in and out, over and under, around and in--stimulating his ravenous hole with abandon. All the while knowing with excitement that this was just warm up for what would come next.
After a few minutes more of rimming his hole was twitching and his mouth was moaning. I stood up and lined my slick dick with his hole and started to push in. I looked down and watched as my cock was slowly enveloped by his hole. I watched as my bulbous head was surrounded, welcomed, and pulled in by his ass. In a sense it wasn't like I even had to do anything because it just fit it and felt so natural. But, recognising that this situation wasn't just about me and mine, I looked up and locked an intense gaze with Nathan. I didn't break eye contact as I bottomed out in Adams ass and I didn't break eye contact when I slowly started pumping myself in and out of Adam. Grunting, breathing, moaning, grunting --all the while keeping Nathans eyes locked in mine.
As I was doing this I noticed that Nathan had started to show his rising arousal. His breathing quickened, his moaning became more insistent, his chest started flushing near the collarbone. I beckoned him in for a kiss--a sloppy, urgent kiss. Pulling him by his hair further I whispered into his ear "Now it's your turn...you're gonna fill him up".
Something about that rattled him. Or surprised him. Or something because he just stood there for a few seconds. I brought him out of his trance by scratching down his chest and telling him "Now!". He pulled out of Adam's mouth and walked behind Adam dripping precum and spit over the bed. I pulled myself out of Adam and guided Nathan to the place that I had just been. I reached around and lined his cock up with Adams hole. Then, instinct took over as he slowly slid into him. Needless to say the moan they both did was worth it.
After that I took his place getting a blowjob from Adam. I held Nathans gaze again though. I was having fun building this sort of intensity, this domination, this...something between us. And as the minutes passed I started to encourage him more and more. "Fuck him" I said, or "Scratch him" "Harder" "Faster" Feel this connection" "Fuuuuccckkk" "Come on Nathan---fill him up!!""Doooo it!!". I was coaching him, guiding him, giving him permission to relish this sexual moment. I could almost feel a spark of...something...burst into being in him. His eyes, once apprehensive and unsure, now broadcasted a newfound slutty sexual confidence.
But, being a young guy, a few intense moments later his chest had started to flush once more and I knew he was close. With a primal grunt he started to flood Adam with his cum. I can only imagine the power of those bursts as Adam shuddered a bit under the onslaught..
Slowly the intensity in the room ebbed...and I moved to take full advantage of the lull. Standing right behind Adam I put my spit slicked cock against his leaking hole and entered him. And god it felt good. Hot. Slick. Open. Kinky. Slutty. and with the essence of Nathan. I started to slowly fuck Adam...long, slow strokes when I heard a pleasant sound once again.
"Knock" ...
"knock" "knock" "knock"
"Mate... I love schoolies" I thought as I pulled my cum slick hard cock out of Adam and went to open the door.