Date: Fri, 13 May 2011 12:22:26 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Paul and Jo 5

Park Pick-Up
by Alex Carbine


Paul & Jo 5.


The steam room this time was disappointing. No one was in there. We waited
a few minutes and then decided we would have a scout around. It was close
on midnight by now, and, although the place was open to three in the
morning, it did not necessarily follow that there would be any clientèle
there all the time. We strolled back to Marc at the Reception, who gave us
all a wide grin and said, "I hear you are finding your way around quickly."
"It's a nice place," said Jo, with surprising sincerity. "Yeah, I wouldn't
mind coming here more often," said Paul, looking at me. "It can be
arranged," I said and turned to Marc who nodded back. "Where is everyone?"
I asked. "I think they are all tired out after their exertion. Some are
lying down in the cabins, but most have gone home. It's getting very
quiet," said Marc. He looked the lads up and down and said, "Do you want
fresh towels?" "Don't try it on Marc," I said, "You'll just charge us
another couple of quid each for the new towels." "Oh No!" he replied,
feigning shock, "These are on the house." We took our towels off and put
them with the other wet towels in the bin next to the Reception desk. Marc
took some fresh towels from the shelf behind him and brought them round to
the front. He placed them on the desk and stared dreamily at the lads
cocks. I now knew why Marc had become so generous. "I think you ought to
say 'Thank You' to Marc for our fresh towels," I said to the lads,
emphasizing the words so they got the drift of what I was saying.

The lump in Marc's tight shorts was growing and the lads went up to him
and, standing either side of him, put their arms round his waist and said,
"Thank you Marc." Jo kissed Marc's nipple through his T shirt, whilst Paul
gently brushed his hand across Marc's bulging cock. Marc put his hands on
their heads and ruffled their hair. Paul's hand became a little more
insistent with Marc's fabric encased cock. "We really are very grateful,"
he said. Marc was beginning to get a little flustered with what was
happening. Paul and Jo were loving every moment of his discomfort. Jo
tweaked the other nipple with his hand as he licked Marc's neck. Paul
started to rub the thick cock through the fabric, going up and down its
length. After about ten strokes, Paul got hold of Marc's shorts and pulled
them down to his knees, bent down and took Marc's shaft in his mouth.


"Oh, No! You can't do that here," Marc cried ineffectually, as Paul gave
him a showcase blow job. Before I knew it Marc was bucking as he jettisoned
his load into Paul's mouth. Paul then pulled away and gave Marc's dick a
few hard wanks to make sure it was dry, and pulled Marc's shorts up. He
then stood up and smiled at Marc. Marc's face was a picture to behold as he
saw the eighteen year old lad who had just sucked him off in his own foyer
dribble cum out of the side of his mouth, and down his chin. He reached
forward, took Paul's face in his hands and kissed him on the lips, then he
licked the spilled cum off Paul's chin. In a very camp manner he pulled
back, put his hands on his hips and said, "You sweeties, are welcome here
any time." And with that he straightened his dick in his shorts, turned and
went back behind the counter, swinging his arse as he walked. I motioned to
the lads to come away and we hurried to the dry sauna, desperately trying
not to laugh out loud. Only after the pine door to the sauna had closed did
we burst into mirth. Jo paraded up and down with a hand on his hip,
imitating Marc's voice saying, "We can cum any time we want to," and we all
burst into fits of almost girlish giggling. When we had calmed down I asked
them what they wanted to do now, and Jo said that as there was no one in
here we might as well check out the cabins, and then possibly go back to
the Hotel. We got our dry towels around us and went back to the cabin area.

The cabin alleyway was lighted by red lights, as were the cabins. You have
the option of turning on white light if you wish, but most prefer to keep
the lights down, and anyway you can see perfectly by the red lights, once
your eyes become used to it. All the cabin doors were open, but the first
one we looked into was empty. Jo went ahead and looked in the next one. He
stopped and beckoned to us. When we looked inside there was a middle aged
man lying on his back with his erect cock pointing to the ceiling. He was
wearing a stallion strap to give it support. The next two rooms also
contained men with hard-ons, waiting for some action. The other room was
empty. Jo and Paul went to the occupied rooms and I went back to the first
guy. "Remember what I said," I called out. "Yeah,yeah!" I heard, "Safe
journey, we know!" I left them to it, and stood in the open door of the
second cubicle. "Do you want some company?" I asked. "Come on in." was the
reply, and the man continued to wank lazily.


"What do you like?" he asked. "Wanking, sucking, fucking," I replied. "Well
then , what do you want?" I stopped and thought for a second and then
answered, "Would you like to wank, suck and fuck me?" His answer came by
way of his hand that reached for my dick, through the towelling. I took the
towel off and dropped it to the floor. He started to wank my thickening
prick and I moved closer to him. He sat up and told me to get on the bed
and lie down. We swapped positions on the bed, and when I was lying flat on
my back he took me into his mouth. His cock was still hard and I reached
out and felt it as he sucked me. I was interested in the cock strap he was
wearing and asked him if it worked. "I can stay hard for hours with this
thing" he said. I noted that for future reference. With all that had
happened that evening my prick had become almost numb, but, by degrees I
could feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up. I told him I was
getting near, in case he did not want me to cum in his mouth. A good thing
too, because he asked me to cum over his chest. Again we swapped places on
the bed, and this time he lay on his back as I knelt either side of his
stomach, facing his head, and he got down to wanking me with a view to my
cumming over his chest and at his face.

I could feel it building up as he pumped my cock with one hand and, as he
reached round my leg, his own cock with his other hand. Suddenly I was
gushing spunk over his chest as my balls emptied their milk. Squirt after
squirt jetted from my dick, some reaching his neck and chin, most drawing
lines of white up his chest. He watched as he pumped, his mouth open, his
tongue permanently licking his top lip. When I was done he reached over to
the bedside table and got hold of a condom packet, which he handed to
me. "Now it's my turn. How do you want me to fuck you?" I climbed off the
bed and rolled the condom down his rock hard prick. I was thinking of a way
for him to fuck me. Inspiration came and I greased his dick with lube,
before climbing back up onto the bed.

Facing away from him, I crouched down over his prick, and lowered my bottom
onto it. His hands came up under my cheeks, partly to support my weight,
and partly to open my cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into my
fundament. I took a deep breath and then breathed out fully, and leaned
back. His rigid pole stuck up into my bum, and his cock head slipped past
my ring of muscle. I took another deep breath and breathed out fully again,
then putting caution to the wind I sat down fully on his stiff meat. It
felt wonderful. I moved myself up and down on my haunches, working his rod
in and out of my love sock. "OK?" I asked. "Yeah, and you?" I continued to
pump up and down, luxuriating in the feeling his cock was giving me and the
control I had over what was happening to my arse hole. We continued like
this for some whole minutes, each enjoying the individual sensations that
the other was giving them. Then nature took over and I could feel him
beginning to pulse as his orgasm grew.

"Do you want me to go on like this?" I asked. "For ever, but I'm cumming."
He grunted a couple of times and then, even though he was wearing a condom,
I could feel the heat of his spunk as he twitched and pumped into me, and
the teat end filled with his spunk. I continued to ride up and down his
rod, until he cried out for me to stop. I got off, climbed down to the
floor, and looked at him. His cock was still rigid, and still had the
condom on it, although some of his spunk was surrounding the base of his
hard-on, mixing with the curly hair. I reached forward and undid the
harness surrounding his cock and balls. "Oh, thank God!" he said, "I
thought my cock would burst with the pressure." I gave his prick and balls
a gentle massage, as his engorged prick began to subside.

The condom came off in my hands and squelched over him. I just continued to
rub it in, using his spunk as a lubricant, as I got the circulation back
into his dark red and now not so swollen member. His hand made its way
round to my arse hole and he gave it a few rubs, then inserted his middle
finger. I leaned over a bit to give him access and he massage my ring as I
massaged his cock. It was all very friendly and mutual, but it had to come
to an end. I picked up my towel and unlocked the door. Outside Paul was
standing there with a broad grin on his face, and just as I was saying he
looked like the cat who had got the cream, Jo comes out of the far cabin
with spunk all over his face and front. I just stood there and shook my
head in dis-belief. "Come on you two, showers and then to bed." A young
man's face appeared round the door, and then he stepped into the corridor.
He had a limp cock on him whose length, not thickness, belied belief. Jo
turned to me, but before he could speak I said, "And no you can't invite
him in. For the rest of the night you are both mine, and I'm yours. OK?" I
put my hand up and they both gave me five as they said together, "OK!"

What happened later is another story.

This is the last Chapter for the moment.



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