Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 03:31:40 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paradise Hotel 2

Paradise Hotel belongs to FOX. They own all rights and properties, which I
do not mean to infringe on. The men in this story are all straight, as far
as I know, and I assume you're smart enough to realize this story is just a
sleazy fantasy of mine. Do not read this flesh feast if you aren't over 18.
Remember safe sex is the only sex in real life.

I'm really thrilled about all the feedback for the #1 chapter. I know I
can't expect as much this time around, but still, people, I want to hear
what you have to say! I've tried to work a few of your favorites in, and
some ideas. I will keep doing that as best as I can.

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Keith grinned at the new arrival. Just who he'd hoped for.

"Uh...Keith, Zack, have you lost your minds?"

Scott, the 30-year old bonds trader, normally wore a placid expression to
mask his true emotions and intentions. As a result, he had no serious
enemies in the game and stood a strong chance of winning. He also had few
close friends. Keith had always been slightly scared - and aroused by - the
older hunk. Right now he wanted nothing more than to get him into the slutty
cock and ass action.

Keith rubbed his manhood, which had managed to grow even harder and angrier
with Scott's entrance, up Zack's quivering, bubbly buns. Zack was
humiliated, licking away a few tears streaming down his cheeks, but a fresh
coat of pre-cum had pooled under the lounge chair he inadvertently humped
against. In spite of his reservations, Scott noticed Zack's arousal. Keith's
eyes shone with an unholy gleam when he noticed the large bulge now evident
in Scott's loose white pants.

After giving Zack one more smack in the center of his mouthwatering arse,
Keith sauntered to Scott. Scott was frozen in time. He had nothing against
homosexuals, but considered himself fundamentally straight. And up to this
moment he'd thought Keith felt the same way. Those thoughts were only
scattered further into oblivion when Keith crept behind him, kneading his
broad shoulders, Keith's stubble singing the back of Scott's neck as Keith
kissed and licked behind his ears. Keith smirked as Scott's moan indicated
he'd found a particularly sensitive spot.

"Look at Zack watchin' us, watchin' your fat bulge. This ain't about gay or
straight, this is about filling a hole. C'mon, I know what a hot daddy you
are, but how much play do we get here?"

Scott attempted to protest, but Keith's silken fingers were kneading his
shoulders, were trailing down his biceps, were slowly unbuttoning his shirt
to expose his beefy build and trim waist. His hairless man-breasts heaved
under Keith's knowing touch. He knew this was potentially being seen by
millions of viewers, but Keith's hands, his mouth, his huge prong nudging
between Scott's khaki-covered cheeks...it was too much to resist.

"I like the girls, you like the girls...but there's a limit. With a whore
like Zack, there aren't any limits. He wants your hog between his
cheeks...both sets. Why not give him what he wants, and what you want? Huh?"

Scott nodded as he stepped forward. His crotch in direct line of sight to
Zack. Zack had a choice. Leave or stay. Serve or refuse. When his
tear-stained brown eyes ogled Scott's package, then his soft hands unzipped
the obtrusive fabric, Zack made that choice. The feel of the balmy early
morning air against Scott's bare legs was so soothing, an antidote to the
unbearable warmth of Zack's cocksucker lips mouthing against the sticky head
of his boxers. Zack suckled that fat crown like a pro, paying special
attention to the glans. Keith lowered Scott's boxers and reached around to
slap Zack's pouty face with Scott's monster over and over. Zack whimpered,
turning his attention to the fat blue veins adorning the underside of this
pristine piece of penis.

Scott's bliss was so strong that the normally silent man nearly cried out in
protest when Keith pulled him away from the nipping teeth of his new
slutpuppy.

"Sit on his face." Keith winked at him.

A jolt of sheer erotic pleasure coursed through Scott's prick; the thought
of having a man's tongue up his butt made his formidable girth smack hard
against Zack's nose and mouth, sending out a violent spray of early
ejaculate. One girl in college had rimmed him once, and even though he'd
asked her not to do that again, the memory of the decadent, forbidden
pleasure lingered.

Keith turned Zack onto his back.

"I-I can't do that! I won't be able to breathe! I-I-I..." Zack's pleas
trailed off as Keith settled Scott's phat buns against Zack's mouthhole.
Scott had a delicious pair of bronzed, massive buttocks, perfect for his
star quarterback build. Keith envied Zack's task, and also felt a pang of
jealousy in Scott's direction when he squirmed and gasped at the feel of a
stuttering, talented tongue lapping the hairs around his tight, virgin
pucker.

As Scott maneuvered his cheeks against Zack's mouth, Keith settled in
between Zack's trim, smooth legs. He kissed the sexy, trim ankles as he
pressed Zack's knees to Scott's chest. Scott held the young bottom's legs in
his hands, panting at the superior anal digging he was receiving, as well as
Keith's expert stroke job on his wide, fully hard 8 inches. Keith's
manicured nails knew just where to scrape and tease, and Scott's baggy balls
filled to swollen ecstasy under the expert service to both ends.

Keith could see Scott nervously, perhaps eagerly studying him as he lined
his erection up to Zack's asshole. Keith slowly settled into the velvet
glove, getting off on how bad Scott wanted to be in his position. He sighed
when his trimmed pubes hit home. He started out sweet, deep and long
strokes, but as Scott's hooded eyes burned into his bare flesh, as he
remembered all the shit Zack had put through him, his thrusts became more
and more violent, more designed to make Zack scream and contort around the
rectum he was chowing down on.

"Like that, bitch? Pussy? Like me plowing your pussy like a real man should?
Yeah. I ain't the first...and I ain't gonna be the last either. Scott's
next, then maybe we'll start a train. Every guy in here, fucking your ass
the way it deserves to be. Maybe we'll even get some of the chicks some
strap-ons, huh? Shit, Toni's probably got the biggest dick in this place
anyway."

In-between his guttural grunts at Zack's spasming against his rosebud, Scott
chuckled at Keith's remark, as well as his brazenness. Keith knew how to get
what he wanted; Scott admired that. He also, for the first time, truly
appreciated Keith's fat-free, sculpted body. Keith gasped as he felt Scott's
hands, and tentatively, teeth and tongue on his puffy nipples and chiseled
six-pack. Scott wrapped a hand around the base of the cock which was
stretching out Zack's ass, timing his strokes with Keith's thrusts.
Meanwhile, Keith again took Scott's tower of power in his skilled fingers,
his other hand nesting in Scott's thick, dark blonde locks. As they neared
their orgasms, Keith tugged Scott forward for a powerful, man-to-man kiss.
Scott had never expected this kind of action, or how excited the
five-o-clock shadow burning against his face would make him. As Zack worked
a finger to join his tongue inside the delicious asscakes he feasted on,
Scott's orgasm roared from his brawny frame. He screamed into Keith's mouth
as his seed exploded on his, Zack, and Keith's straining, sweating, nude
bodies.

Scott vanished for a moment. Keith thought he went to get a towel. Then he
felt his marble cheeks being spread apart, and a hesitant, but insistent
tongue began to lap inside his musky anus. That was all Keith needed to
reward Zack's expert milking of his turgid length. The pink cannon shot
streams of white in Zack's pleading hole. Keith pulled out midway through,
leaning over Zack and cursing at him as he sprayed load after load of
vengeance-filled cream onto Zack's beautiful, whorishly decorated face.

Scott shook his head in wonder at Keith's stamina as Keith sank into crouch
position.

"You're so pretty...why do you have to be such a shit? We could have fun if
you just mind your manners."

Zack nodded, his bruised lips quivering, his fingers reaching out to curl in
Keith's hair. Keith held Zack's head in his hands, carefully licking away
every trace of cum on Zack's eyes, nose, mouth, and feeding them to him
through a breathless, devouring kiss. When the two men parted, they were
gasping for air, and Keith finally noticed the plump staff riding up Zack's
abs. Kissing his way down Zack's hairless chest, he gobbled the cute cock
into his throat, vibrating a moan around the flesh when he felt Zack sucking
his own still half-hard penis down deep, cleaning off the myriad juices
which had swirled in his bubble butt.

The very same jutting mounds that Scott had now dived his mouth into. The
macho man had developed a yearning for ass, whether tasting or fucking.
Quickly, he jammed into Zack's tight crevice. He was at least an inch
thicker around than Keith, so Zack was very grateful for the stretching-out
Keith's pounding had given him.

The suck and fuck session continued for the next hour or so, made even
better when a hunky black waiter accidentally walked into the middle of
their show and wound up losing his dark cherry to, of all people, Zack. The
mini-orgy was quite a bonding moment. And more momentous than any of them
could realize.

"This is great. This is PERFECT."

>From a safe distance, Alex smirked his trademark sex-on-legs devil smirk as
he studied the pile of clothes he'd tossed near the bushes, one garment at a
time while he had shot wad after wad at the slutty scene before him.
Thankfully, their screams of pleasure had drowned out the sounds of his
camera clicking. Now he had the blackmail material to make them do what...or
who...ever he wanted.

Paradise was gonna get a whole lot hotter.

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