Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 03:08:52 +0000 From: Bobby Reardon Subject: Paradise Hotel 3 As you know, Paradise Hotel doesn't belong to me. Neither do these men. They're all straight, as far as I know. This is just a fantasy. Don't read this if you are not over 18. Don't read this if you dont' like hot men having wild sex. And in real life, of course, practice safe sex (especially if you're going on a reality show). Guys, I didn't get that much comment on the last chapter, so if you want to see more after chapter 3, then let me know. Otherwise I'll put the series on hiatus for a while. Any ideas you got, or any more men to bring in, lemme know. I'm bringing in as many as I can at a time. 00000000 Keith, Scott and Zack all wondered what was up when Alex approached each of them for a private talk. The devilish gleam in his eyes unsettled each of them in their own private way. Keith and Alex had been rivals, Scott and Alex distant allies, Zack and Alex friends. To have him meet them all together could only mean one thing... "I know about your little gay orgy." Zack's eyes welled up with tears, Scott's stone face barely moved, and Keith fumed. "You're just makin' shit up," Keith muttered, game face intact through his dark sunglasses. He knew he could bluff his way out of this. "Am I making this up?" He tossed a photo in Keith's face. Keith glimpsed himself chowing down on Zack's chubby cock, and his dick involuntarily hardened at the sight. "And this?" Another thrown in Scott's direction. This one of Scott tasting Keith's virgin hole. Scott grimaced. His pants were also unusually tightened by the visual. "Zack...do I even need to bother?" Zack's lips were quivering. He tore Alex's photos to shreds. "I SWEAR, Alex, if you EVER let anyone know about this shit, then I've got 50 guys who can..." "Rim him to death?" Keith blurted out. He had also crumpled his Polaroid, his usual placid visage replaced by seething anger. "SHUT UP!!! This is all YOUR fault, Keith, and I won't forget it!!" Alex felt his control of the situation slipping away. He stepped between Zack and Keith, smoothing his soft hands up and down Zack's smooth, strong pectorals, stroking his hair, calming him down. "Listen, buddy, most of the photos I'm keeping don't show your face. We're friends. I just want to put Keith and Scott in their places. They act like they own this place, like they're better than us, right? So let's show them who the big dicks are." Zack nodded, his bubble butt clenching as he recalled just how big Scott and Keith's cocks were. Scott and Keith were going through the photos, becoming more enraged with each display of poolside pornography. Alex left a smiling, smug Zack on his own, turning to the two tough tops as they gathered up the incriminating images of themselves. "You can have those," Alex smirked. "I have a shitload more stashed away. And I'll use 'em, if you don't exactly what I say." Keith dropped the pics as he fought off the growing wave of shame and revulsion. Better to just get all of this out of the way. Scott was immobile, refusing to show his fears or anxieties. Alex motioned them in his direction. As they walked towards him, they bristled at his silky fingers tracing their hardening nipples through flimsy white beach shirts. "Hey, guys, I'm not going to ask you to rob a bank. Just to loosen up, have some fun...do a few things I want and need." With that, he pressed them chest to chest, head to head. They knew what he wanted. On his command, they kissed, hesitantly, reluctantly. As a few moments passed Keith fell into the warm, controlled, wet mouth of his blackmailed lover, and his lips parted to accept more of Scott's thick tongue. "Rip each other's clothes off," Alex ordered, rubbing his growing shaft through his slacks. Taking Keith's shirt in his hands, Scott tore the thin fabric to shreds, violently molesting Keith's pecs, tits and abs as Keith slowly, seductively unbuttoned Scott's top. When both men were naked above the waist, Zack suddenly leapt between their crotches, greedily suckling the bulbous heads bulging from their slacks. Fumbling with their flies, he was rewarded with two slimy dickslaps against his pouty cocksucker lips. To everyone, including Alex's, surprise, Zack slipped both sets of glans into his mouth, coating both surging swords with a potent blend of saliva and enthusiasm. Scott and Keith were roughly facefucking them by now, their pants around their ankles, their tongues intertwined in a commanding duel. Alex savored the view of Scott's meaty mounds and Keith's impossibly tight, firm rump. He also wanted to restore the balance of power. Unceremoniously, he yanked Zack's head away. Zack frowned and even whimpered, but was rewarded when Alex shucked his pants to let Zack lave attention to his very own rock-hard, slender 7 inches. "Keith, bend over the bed. I want to see Scott's fat low-hangers slapping against your ass while he fucks you raw." The mere thought of that scenario made Zack whimper through his blow job. Alex scruffed his new pet's hair while he toyed with Zack's nipples and groped his own chest and light abs. He knew what a man of pride Keith was. Keith would not admit to weakness. Keith simply stretched out on the bed, spreading his cheeks. Alex licked his lips as he noticed Scott's fat cherrybuster wham against his belly at the sight of that virgin hole so ripe for the plucking. Scott kneeled between Keith's taut thighs. Gently, he pried the strong cheeks apart, sliding his tongue inside. Upon finding the tiny brown pucker, Scott dove into the moist center, making Keith's body squirm and his hard-on writhe while caught between his stomach and the sheets. When Keith's fuckhole was sufficiently opened up, Scott rose to a standing position, and slowly began inserting his beer can cock inside Keith's tight rectum. Keith bit down on his lip, his screams and moans muffled, but once the flanged head and first few inches slipped past Keith's first and second rings, he began to thrust back against the intruder, his grunts of pain melting into mewls of pleasure. Keith's catlike form molded to Scott's beefy torso. Keith was almost delirious from the pressure building inside his loins, but he fed on the feelings, turned his fear into desire and anticipation. Scott's sweaty, hairy nuts smacked against his sculpted buttocks. As Scott's strokes increased in frequency and intensity, he lost all concern for his partner, slapping the sculpted globes with his large palms. The loud thump of flesh against flesh sent a surge of lust through Alex's lightly veined member. He shoved Zack further down his rod as he neared his climax. Meanwhile, Scott had progressed to pounding into Keith doggy style, roughly gripping his hair, slamming home relentlessly as his eyes were lost in a dream state. Alex couldn't take any more, but the load he pumped down Zack's eager throat just wasn't satisfying enough. Yanking Zack up from the floor, Alex crushed their mouths together in a violent, cum-sharing kiss. When they broke for air, Alex whispered a plan into the hunky slutpuppy's ear. Scott was so engrossed in fucking his new piece of ass, in experiencing pleasures he had always wanted but never had the guts to go for, he barely noticed the cold gel sliding inside and around his rosebud. Only when the head popped inside his entrance did Scott realize what was happening. Panicking, he clamped down on the invading girth, but Zack's thrusts were insistent. Soon, they brushed his prostate, and Scott unwittingly bucked his hips forward, his moans encouraging Zack to plow deeper, faster, harder. "You like my dick up your fat football ass, you motherfucker? HUH?" Zack licked and bit Scott's sweaty, corded neck as his fingernails dug inside Scott's thick hips. "Almost as much as I liked raping your cornhole on the deck chair yesterday, slut," Scott gasped through his teeth. He began to time his thrusts into Keith in sync with Zack's motion inside his own devirginized man-pussy. Alex laughed at the sight of the two tops being seduced into such happy bottom bliss. Scott was the perfect creamy center. Only one thing left. Alex hopped on the bed, sliding his revitalized prick across Keith's sunglasses, staining them in his own special flavor. Quickly, he ripped them off, driving his meat into Keith's thin-lipped mouth, pulling out again to smack that sullen face a few times with his schlong, then riding back inside. "I wanted to see the defeat in your eyes while you sucked down my seed. Is that OK, model boy?" Keith lightly nipped Alex's sensitive underside with his teeth. Alex yelped, cramming the last few inches of his penis inside Keith's burning throat. Keith relaxed to the taste and texture, and soon got into the sensations of being filled on both ends. He tried to reach his own sputtering erection, but Alex slapped his hand away each time. "Oh God...OH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.........UCK FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!" Zack was the first to explode, his train of obscenities and sodomy ending with a huge load inside Scott's plump mounds. He set off a chain reaction. Scott gave into Keith's twitching ass muscles, Keith stained the bedsheets, and finally, Alex donated his sperm to Keith's hot gullet. He pulled out just in time to spray Keith's handsome face with a few ropes of his cum. Alex laid back, exhausted. The other three men ashamed, confused, most of all horny, about what was to happen next. -- The next day, Alex's first plans were in store. Scott was the first victim. Claiming he had lost a bet, Scott arrived at the grand central station poolside wearing nothing more than a Speedo. A white Speedo which, when wet, exposed every vein and curve of his mouthwatering 8 inches of fuckflesh. His beefy thighs, phat rump, and heaving man-breasts were on full display for the first time. Many cheers, whoops, and catcalls, along with some degrading sneers, greeted his new policy of immodesty, but Scott noticed some longing glances from the Paradise Hotel ladies, as well as Tom and, of all people, tattoo stud Andon. Scott would definitely have to find out what that was about a little later. Zack had also switched to Speedos, but no one was surprised at his decision. What did surprise them was his "accidental" flashing of the group while emerging from the pool. Zack had agreed to Alex's request, but wasn't expecting to get so aroused by their stares and lewd comments, from being on full display as nothing more than a piece of dick and ass. He quickly dragged Amy inside their room for a hot, wild fuck, and tried not to think of Keith or Alex or Scott while he was screwing her. Meanwhile, Keith had been ordered to seduce Beau, Alex's friend turned dedicated foe. Beau had a buzz cut and a goofy personality on top of a lanky, fluid body. Keith neither liked or hated him, but he was now a part of the plan. More of a part than Alex would realize. For Keith pulled him aside, and whispered in his ear. "I want to get that asshole Alex for what he's done to you. Just help me out. I've got an idea." Beau giddily nodded. He knew he was going to like this. And he had a few wicked ideas all his own.