Date: Tue, 09 Feb 1999 17:21:32 PST From: Richard UK Subject: Hotel Cock Feast This is a story of fiction for persons aged over 18 years. Hotel Cock Feast - part 1 The training day had been a long, hard one and all I wanted to do was leave the paperwork behind me and unwind. My hotel was nicely furnished and well equipped - I was glad that I had brought my sportswear with me and, after a short rest in my room I headed off to the gym for a workout. Despite being tired I managed a demanding schedule of running, cycling and weights. There were only two other people in the suite at the time, two guys who began working out shortly after I arrived. One of them was particularly good looking - probably about 26, short curly black hair shorn very short at the sides with a tanned, swarthy face. He was wearing a white T shirt over what I guessed was a hairless 42" chest, and red Adidas soccer shorts from which emerged his thick, muscled, tanned thighs. From the workout he got through before I left he was clearly very fit and it was hard to keep my eyes off him. The other guy looked younger, probably about 22, was slimmer and had blond hair framing his lightly tanned face. He was attractive but there was a magnetism about the older man. However, I was knackered and decided to call it a day. The hotel had a swimming pool and steam room adjacent to the gym and I decided this was a way to truly relax after the rigours of my training course and my workout in the gym. I called into the locker room, stripped off my sweat soaked T shirt, trainers and socks and looked myself up in the full length mirror before me. Sure, my 38" chest wasn't as broad as I would like but overall I was in pretty good shape and I felt good. The sweat shone on my wet hairy chest and I continued looking in the mirror as I reached to stroke my left nipple which swelled beneath my fingers and was followed by a stirring in my shorts. The sudden sound of the outer locker room door opening snapped me free from my daydreaming and an older guy walked in to get changed. I pealed the hot, sweaty nylon shorts from my pelvis and was relieved that the sudden entrance of the older guy had caused the swelling in my cock to subside as quickly as it had begun. I stood naked in the changing room and managed another glance in the mirror, feeling at ease with my nakedness knowing that my 4" flaccid cock compared favourably with most guys I had come across. I reached into my bag and pulled out my blue Speedo trunks. I stepped into them and pulled them up my legs and thighs, stretching them slightly to get them round my butt. I positioned my cock so it was comfortable and removing my hands the shiny nylon and lycra material retracted to hug every inch of my skin. They felt tight around my ass and, looking down, I could see they displayed the flaccid shaft of my cock handsomely. I knew that I had to get out of the locker room and concentrate on something else like swimming before another erection began to make itself very obvious in my swimwear. I threw my gear in the locker and walked quickly to the pool. The water was very warm and I swam about 40 of the pool's short lengths before moving into the steam room. I've always liked saunas and steam rooms. They are so relaxing and my skin always feels incredibly clean and relaxed after a session in one. This room was about 12' x 8' and the steam was very dense indeed. I could see a couple of figures opposite me as I entered and I decided to sit at the far end of the room. I sat down on the slippery wet plastic bench as water continued to drip from my hair and body. I breathed deeply, struggling to acquaint myself with the intense heat, and ran my hands firmly through my hair to squeeze out some of the surplus water. There was plenty of room around me so I propped my back up against the far wall and lay my legs along the length of the bench, facing the door. A long, loud jet of steam erupted from the pipe near the door, reducing visibility still further and seconds later the hot blast of the new steam hit my face. The heat was instantly both exhilerating and deeply relaxing. I closed my eyes and breathed gently. This was my idea of how to end the day. In the peace of my own thoughts my mind returned to the stud I had admired in the gym earlier and in particular the broad, tanned thighs that emerged from his shiny sports shorts. I imagined what would be at the apex of those strong thighs, hoping for a thick, long cock but knowing that the rest of this guy would easily make up for a small dick. A familiar stirring started at the base of my dick and my slowly swelling cock immediately began to strain against the tight confines of my speedos. I heard movement beside me but could see nothing through the dense steam. Moments later the door opened and, as the swirling steam cleared momentarily, I saw the back of someone walk out of the room and heard him talking to another. I was alone and my hand immediately reached for my swelling rod, stroking the semi hard shaft through my trunks. The heat in here was making me hornier by the second and my growing cockmeat was there to prove it. Slowly but firmly the palm of my right hand persistently rubbed over my hot mound and my trunks strained to keep hold of the pulsing shaft. My left hand stroked my soft wet ball sac through the silky wet material. My balls were full and heavy but well supported by the thin material, through which I could still feel the soft folds of my velvet soft scrotum and the downy hair that covered it. My hand left my balls for a moment to reach through the left leg of my trunks, grip my now fully erect prick and slowly pull back my foreskin, allowing my smooth hard knob contact with the wet nylon fabric for the first time - silky cockhead meeting silky wet material. Although I was wet from the pool, the distinctive slipperiness around my cock slit told me I was already leaking precum into my trunks and I smoothed this over my hot bell end before removing my hand from within the speedos. The mushroom head of my 6" erection was now clearly visible through the clinging wet lycra, even the thick vein along the underside of my cock now protuded through the material. My back slid down the slippery wet wall behind me so that I was now lying flat on my back along the plastic seat. I opened my eyes as I again got comfortable. The room still had almost zero visibility so I knew that in the event anyone came into the room I would have a few seconds to stop whatever I was doing. As my right hand renewed its stroking action through the bulging swimwear, my left hand began stroking my chest, nipples and stomach which were now bathed in a mixture of water and fresh, salty sweat, creating a unique resistance between my body and roving fingers. I closed my eyes and imagined the hands which were getting me so hot belonged to the gorgeous stranger from the gym. The thought brought an aching in my cock, a yearning to shoot my load as soon as possible. I gripped the thick shaft firmly and rolled my hand up the length of my cock. At the end of the stroke I could feel my cockhead again lube up the hugging nylon but this time the material got a good soaking as a wad of precum oozed from my slit. I couldn't wait any longer and began jacking off steadily from outside my trunks, the slippery water and precum soaked material gliding across my aching knob with each downward tug on my throbbing cockmeat. I wanted to keep the feel of the material on my silky helmet but needed to give my dick some serious attention. My left hand moved inside the speedos so I could get down to some serious wanking and I pulled slow but hard on my thick, veined rod, causing my cockhead to protrude through the right leg of my trunks. The sensation of the seam playing over the shaft and my exposed knob brushing against my wet hairy thigh with each downward stroke of my hand sent me over the edge. There was no turning back. I pulled my cock back inside the wet clinging nylon and began jacking off furiously, my hips bucking violently, creating a delicious wet slapping noise as my ass hit the wet seat. Within moments there was a familiar ache deep in my balls and I knew I was cumming. Although I couldn't see it - my eyes were still closed as I savoured every moment - I felt jet after jet of thick, hot, creamy jizz splash into my speedos, over my hand and onto my hot, hairy mound. I kept pumping as my right hand again explored my stomach, heightening the sensation in my creamed up cock and prolonging the spasms that were racking my body and draining my balls. I slumped on the seat, savouring the smell of the steam, my fresh, clean sweat, the chlorine from the pool and my salty cum. I pulled my hand from my slippery trunks and rubbed the cream from my balls into my hairy stomach, stopping to taste the creamy nectar. I figured I needed to shower before I returned to the men's changing room - I didn't want to walk around the poolside in cum stained speedos. My erection had almost subsided so I positioned my soft cock comfortably in my trunks and walked out to the shower which was immediately outside the room. I stood under the cool jet and allowed it to wash me clean of the cum smeared over my stomach and the pools of jizz inside my speedos. Suddenly the steam room door opened and a figure emerged from inside. My heart pounded and I could feel my face glow with embarrassment - I hadn't been alone in there, only one of the original occupants must have left. I looked down as the young man approached me. It was the younger of the two guys in the gym. He stood in the shower beside me. "That was quite a show you put on in there" he said. "What do you mean?" I replied nervously and quite unconvincingly. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. You weren't doing anything I haven't already done thousands of times. We can't help where we get our urges". "I'm really sorry. I thought I was alone". "Don't be sorry, I got pretty hot in there myself" he said glancing down to his crotch. I followed his gaze and was pleased to see a prominent bulge in the wet nylon shorts he was wearing. "I noticed you in the gym earlier" he went on - "what do you say we pick up where you left off in the steam room a bit later - room 202". I looked at him nervously, desperately wanting to say yes. "Don't worry, we're in a hotel remember - you'll be quite safe" he said. I smiled apprehensively and he stepped out of the shower. "Eight o'clock" he called as he headed toward the locker room. To be continued..