Paradise Hotel is the property of the FOX Network. I'm not trying to claim any profit or right to this reality series. These men are straight, as far as I know, and this is just my lurid fantasies pretending otherwise. Don't take this as any true telling of their lives. Don't read this is you are not over 18.
Hey, guys. I started this series because I was really ticked at how Paradise Hotel has punished some of the hot and likeable guests, like Keith, by bringing back the pathetic and annoying guests, like Kristin and Beau, to torment them. So I created this story involving Keith and one of my favorite of the annoying ex-guests, the gorgeous, bratty Zack. Please give me your thoughts on what you want to see happen next (if you want to see anything at all), and what other men you'd like to include.
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Keith sipped his margarita and watched the early morning sunrise. The 23-year old male model was a low-key kind of guy, used to getting by on his smoldering Italian looks and charming, slightly off-center smile. He had joined the reality show Paradise Hotel, the guilty pleasure of the summer, to enjoy a tropical paradise and to get to know people. Then, from his first day, the "cool" clique, including such notables as Toni, Amy, Kristin, Alex, and Zack, had tried to bully and threaten him into voting the way they expected him to. Instead, he'd shocked them all by getting rid of Zack. He quickly secured a power base for himself, and stood a decent chance of winning whatever the fuck the grand prize was.
Suddenly, it was his turn to be shocked when all the former hotel guests returned, one by one, to torment him and his alliance members. He had been called an idiot, a dumb model, had been threatened with physical harm, and that was on a nice day. These losers had been justly kicked out of the game. Their comeback, and constant taunting of easy targets like himself and Charla and Dave, really pissed him off.
Most annoying of all was Zack. He shared Keith's coloring and striking good looks, but that was where the similarities ended. Zack was an insecure little punk. He treated women like blow-up dolls and was wildly jealous of any man who didn't kiss his tail. He had one fine tail, but Keith was more tempted to kick it than kiss it.
Just as Keith tried to calm his anger and enjoy the sunrise, none other than Zack ambled out to the pool lanai. His big, brown puppy dog eyes shone in the early morning light, and his immaculately cut torso and tree trunk legs were showcased as he wore only baggy boxers. When Keith was introduced to the guests, Zack had lifted his shirt to boast about his superior six-pack, and as much as Keith hated to admit, the boy did have a delicious upper body. Too bad his biggest muscle was between his ears.
Keith planned to ignore Zack. Zack smirked at him, yakked endlessly about those 50 guys he planned to call to beat Keith up, and generally made a nuisance of himself. Keith drowned him out. He knew being ignored would piss Zack off more than anything else, and judging by the increasing anger and volume in Zack's voice, he was right.
Keith opened his loose shirt, leaned his head back, and shut his eyes, dozing briefly. He was beginning to enjoy himself...
CRASH
...until he felt a giant cold spot at his crotch.
Keith tore himself out of his slumber. The first thing he felt was a searing chill. The first thing he saw was a dozen ice cubes dumped in his lap. The first thing he heard was Zack's bullying, serial killer laughter.
The first thing he wanted to do was rip Zack's face off.
But no, he had other plans. Better plans. He'd dealt with Zack's type before. All that pouting with those doe eyes and full, lush lips. So desperate to prove what a man he was. So desperate to hide what a bottom bitch he really wanted to be.
Keith jumped up, pulling off his pajama bottoms, letting his uncut, half-hard meat swing freely over his smooth low-hangers. Keith threw his deck chair out of the way, leaving a clear path between Zack's line of sight and his rapidly swelling 9 inches of Italian sausage.
"This what you wanna see, cunt?"
Suddenly, Zack wasn't laughing. He was drooling. Keith chuckled, shrugging off his shirt to expose his waxed, broad chest.
"I know your kind, Zack. Those 50 guys you brag about...how many of 'em have had a piece of your cooz, huh? You get drunk, drop trou, shake that bubble butt, then suddenly you got amnesia the next morning, right?"
Zack violently shook his head, trying to will away the lustful glaze clouding his thoughts and tightening his boxers.
Keith stepped closer, licking his lips at the fat mushroom head peeking from the folds of Zack's undershorts. With each step, Keith ran his hands across his pecs, against his nipples, down his light abdominals, finally resting at his trimmed pubes. His crowning glory was fully awake, ready for attention.
"It's OK, pal. We won't let anyone know our secret."
Zack was backing away, all his macho pride suddenly in a far corner of his mind. The next thing he knew, he'd fallen into the pool. Sputtering, he crawled onto the cement while Keith stood back, still masturbating, still waiting. The chlorine dip had made his shorts transparent against his skin, crudely exposing every fleshy acre of his cock and balls.
Keith whistled at the sudden skin show. His eyes were dark and stormy. His commands were hypnotic.
"I know what you want. And I think you do too. Take off those wet boxers and let me see what you're packing."
Zack couldn't give in. Any of the other guests could come out at any second. He couldn't humiliate himself this way.
Yet, the juices stirred inside his sopping wet body. He hungered for big-dicked tops like Keith who knew how to throw a mean fuck his way. That's why he hated them so much, because those huge dicks plowing inside him were his ultimate weakness. Keith had discovered his secret.
Unable to control himself, Zack slipped off his boxers, his fat 7 inches slapping against his soaked, flawless abs, then bouncing as he walked to a deck chair. He lay on his stomach, spreading his sculpted thighs out, sitting up just enough to showcase his pale, supple, marble globes and the brown-haired pucked nestled inside his sweet cheeks.
Keith strolled to the new whore without a care in the world. He slapped Zack's cheeks once, twice, too many times to count, getting them firm and red, getting off on Zack's attempt at stony silence.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
"Please...no more! PLEASE!!!"
Keith carressed the burning flesh mounds with his cool, fierce erection, soothing the asscakes with his fresh pre-cream. That's what he'd wanted to hear.
Just as Keith was about to invade Zack's tight hole, another man discovered them. Zack's eyes bulged with fear and horror. Keith just grinned at the new arrival.
"Hey, man. Look at those cocksucker lips on him! What are you waiting for? Join the party!"
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Who do you want the third man to be? E-mail me with your suggestions at Reardon_930@hotmail.com