Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2012 15:14:09 +0100 (BST)
From: Stu Y <studfish23@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Lads Holiday Chapter 2

After having some very erotic dreams that first night in the hotel, I was
relieved to find that the next morning Charlie didn't mention anything
about the blowjob i'd given him. He was totally cool and normal, and I
relaxed again and really started looking forward to the holiday.  I didn't
get to catch up with my old mates that often so i'd been really looking
forward to it, and I knew these other guys would be a good laugh when we
all got drunk.

The flight out to Berlin was pretty choppy and we were all a bit shaken and
out of it by the time we got in to Berlin airport.

It was about lunchtime by the time we finally got ourselves to the hotel,
and it turned out that Dan had booked us two rooms of four people.  We
stood in the lobby for a few minutes, everybody looked drained and
currently incapable of making a decision even as easy as who should go in
which rooms.  Charlie was quickest to speak.

"How bout me, Fowls and Pete kip with Ste" he suggested.  "We've already
shared a room you know, so it makes sense".

He said it with authority, and everybody nodded along, having no reason to
disagree.

"That cool with you Ste?" Dan asked.  "I mean it's only for sleeping
anyway, so doesn't really matter right?"

I felt slightly uneasy, but like he said, it didn't make much difference,
so I just nodded.  "Yeah, that's cool".

We all agreed to go to our rooms for a nap and chillout after the long
journey and agreed to meet up again in an hour or so.  We got into the room
and all chose our bed.  I was on the bottom bunk on the left and Charlie on
the bottom bunk on the right.  The other two were above us.

When we got in, Charlie and Pete relaxed over on the lower bunk on
Charlie's side, Fowler and me stayed on my bed, and we all just lay back.
I couldn't take a nap, with Fowler on the bed too, so just sat there.  They
started talking about the girls they'd been chasing the night before, and
left nothing to the imagination in the descriptions.  I was pretty much
left out of this conversation, so I decided to go and take a shower in the
ensuite.

The shower was hot and awesome.  There was no lock on the door and I
worried for a few minutes they might come in and start getting pics of me
naked or something, but it never happened.  I felt really refreshed
afterwards and dried myself down, put my clothes back on and walked back
out into the room.  Fowls had moved off my bed now, and was sitting on the
other side of Charlie.  They were all looking at something funny on his
phone.

I walked across to my stuff and draped my towel over the end of the bed to
let it dry.

"What you guys looking at?" I asked, trying to enter the conversation
finally.

Charlie looked up.  "Ah, nothin much.  Just showing them the picture I took
of our little escapade last night".  He gave me a wink and, the other two
laughed again.

The colour dropped from my face.  I tried to work out if he could be
talking about what I though he was talking about

"What?" I said, trying to sound casual, in case he was just teasing, and I
walked across to look at the screen.  Charlie wasn't worried and turned to
show it to me. I saw the photo on the screen clearly showing my face with
his dick deep inside my mouth.

My dick twinged slightly seeing it, but I was thinking more about the other
two guys.  I couldn't even find the words.

Charlie cut in before I could speak and vent my anger.  "Chill dude.  These
two won't say anything to the others. Don't worry, your mates aren't gonna
know.  It's just us Brighton boys.  And c'mon, it's not like we haven't
seen cocksuckers before in Brighton.  So you like sucking dick, big deal".

I looked at the others and they were nodding, looking genuine.

"It's cool man, seriously" Fowls said reassuringly.

I looked at them each for a couple of seconds then just shrugged.  "Ok,
whatever then" I said.  I didn't feel great about this, but it was done
now, and they seemed cool about it, so there was nothing to do really
except carry on.

I turned and headed back to my stuff and started pulling a couple of things
out off my bag to start unpacking.

I heard somebody get up behind me and start walking across, I glanced round
and Fowler was approaching, and had his hand cupped on his crotch and was
adjusting it.

"Actually Ste" he said, "Dude, I could really do with unloading right now
too".

I turned and stood up, getting ready to protest.  Before I knew it he was
right up to me, and looking me firmly in the eyes.  He still had one hand
on his crotch and the other moved up towards the back of my neck.  I'd
raised my hands up to his chest to stop him getting closer and was about to
tell him to back off, but then his hand took a firm grip on the back of my
neck, and I paused.

His tongue flicked across and licked his lips.  "Kneel for me boy" he said.

Up to this point Fowls had seemed the most chilled out of the three of
them, and I thought he seemed ok.  But now to see the animal in his eyes
actually really turned me on.  He was hot, and I felt wanted and needed. I
decided I wanted to obey.  I shrugged off my protestation and dropped down
to my knees, immediately unbuttoning him.

I slid down his pants just far enough and pulled out his hot dick, almost
fully hard now.  He moaned reacting to my touch and kept his right hand
firmly on my neck.  I got to work.

I heard other footsteps coming across and saw Charlie out the corner of my
eye.

"You're gonna want some holiday snaps of this right Fowls?" I heard him
say, but I didn't care.  Fowler's dick was big and warm in my mouth, and I
was rock hard in my own pants.  I was loving bouncing up and down on it,
and I was loving the response from his body and his moans as I sucked him.

Charlie had only taken a couple of pictures judging by the number of
clicking noises i'd heard, but he was still sitting on my bed now and
watching closely.

"Fuck" he said, "it's amazing watching someone who actually knows how to
suck dick.  We should bring this cocksucker down to Brighton some time and
let him give lessons to the girls down there on how to service a man."

"Fuck. Yeah. Man" Fowler panted, and I could feel in his dick that he was
getting close.

I was starting to enjoy the attention and the praise.  I worked harder to
take his dick as deep as I could and make him feel incredible. I wanted so
bad to be his best blowjob.

Fowler could obviously feel how much I was trying to please him, and he
wanted to work it.  He grabbed my hair and pulled me back off his dick.

"Fuck yeah, beg for my dick bitch" he ordered, looking down at me almost
fiercely now.

I happily obliged.  I was so in the moment.  So fucking horny for his dick.
I almost stumbled over the words just trying to say it quick enough.

"I love your dick man, please let me suck it good".

Fowler pulled me back on and thrust his dick deep.

"Make him call you Sir" Charlie said.  "Bitch fucking loves that" he said
laughing.

I flushed a little but didn't care.  Fowls liked the sound of it though.
He dragged me out by the hair again.

"Well?"

"Please Sir, please let me suck your awesome dick".

He looked at me considering it.  "No bitch.  You can kiss my balls first".
I could hear Charlie laughing, and presumably Pete too.  I was relieved at
least that there had been no more pictures of this.

"Alright boy, you can suck my dick again now" he said after a couple of
minutes, "but only if you promise you're gonna let me nut deep down your
bitch throat and you're gonna swallow every drop, alright?"

`Yes sir, i always swallow sir' I said, without even thinking, and I heard
the others laughing again.  Then that big dick slid back down my tongue
again to the back of my throat.

Fowler pulled me in and fucked my face hard before shooting his massive
load deep in my throat.

"Fuck yeah fag, choke on that man dick' he grunted out.

I heard Charlie's voice again.  "Fuck Fowls, you proper now how to work a
boy" he said laughing.  "I'm gonna have to play this back for you later
mate".

Fowler was still slowly finishing his orgasm and holding tight onto me.  It
was only when he pulled out and let my head free that Charlie's words
registered.  He'd been filming the whole thing.  I looked and saw his phone
staring at me, and then across to Pete on the other bed who was just
sitting there and smiling smugly.

I didn't say anything, but I knew I had a bad feeling about this.

After Fowler buckled back up, Charlie suggested we all get a quick nap
before meeting up with the others, and I was happy to agree with that.  I
needed some time to get my head together again.


It was late afternoon when we met up with the others again.  Charlie and
the others were being cool again and seemed to have totally forgotten what
just happened.  Charlie made some comment about me being an awesome
roommate, and the others looked pleased that we seemed to be getting on ok.

We all grabbed a beer at some bar out in the sunshine, and as everyone
drunk, there was laddish story after laddish story told, and everyone was
laughing.  Charlie, as usual it seemed, was at the centre of attention.  He
was in the middle of a story about some crazy night out when they were
dressed as action heroes in tight spandex suits, but interrupted it when he
saw everyone's glasses were geting empty.

"Anyone want another here?" he said, and everybody nodded.  He pulled out a
50 Euro note and passed it to me.

"Ste, can you go get this one, i'm just in the middle of the story".  Then
he returned to the story.  I felt a bit embarassed, but he did it so
casually and everyone had had a drink already, so nobody seemed to notice.
Figuring that it wasn't worth making a scene, I just went across and
fetched Charlie's round.

Later in the evening, we'd all been for a mixed grill dinner, and were back
in the bars, and Charlie was now telling everyone about his year in
America.  He and Pete had both been out in America for a year as part of
their degree course.  At one point he started talking about how it was for
gay guys out there.

"Ste, dude, you would not have liked it over there" he was saying to the
group.  "Man, it is stupidly homophobic in some places".

Pete agreed.  "Seriously, fag bashing, as they call it, is a proper issue
over there".  As I listened to their words, I thought it sounded terrible,
but to look at both of their faces, they didn't look overly bothered about
it.

"Man, yeah" Charlie said and leaned across to me.  "We wouldn't want anyone
bashing our favourite fag" he said laughing and giving me a man hug.

Everyone laughed along, and I seemed to be the only one to feel
uncomfortable that he'd just called me fag for the first time in front of
everyone.  And it wasn't going to be the last time.


Thanks for reading this far.  If you liked it, or if you have more ideas
for what happens next, i'd love to hear.  My email address is
studfish23@yahoo.co.uk