Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 17:32:03 +0100 From: Nick Nostalgia Subject: Hotel Encounter 1 Disclaimer: this fictional work contains salacious material involving young adolescents. If that is offensive, I can't begin to think why you've got this far, but you may want to stop reading. Story Part 1 I left the disco area and came to a reception room in which I began playing with a video game console. This soon became boring, and I began to wander the corridors of the hotel; a short while later I encountered a little group kids. All except one were a lot younger than me; one was roughly the same age as me, and wore an orthodontic retainer. Much of the hotel was empty, but we somehow managed to annoy a few individuals with our running around the hotel and shouting. So our group was disbanded by a member of staff. I remained with the older boy who had the retainer, and we wondered the corridors some more, this time keeping quiet. We passed his room, into which he entered to retrieve something. When I asked him for some water, he offered me a glass containing his retainer. How funny, I thought. We wandered around and talked of various subjects of interest. When every now and then I hinted at the subject of sex, he replied openly and candidly. In a gauche manner, I asked him if he had started masturbating. I expected him to act bashful, but he told me he had done it the night before. He explained that he had made a lengthy sojourn to the bathroom while his parents were in the bar downstairs. He explained how he had made some erotic noises, and had continually cried the word 'yes' as he had ejaculated. In my mind, I pictured him lying back against a wall with his feet still on the ground, and with his knees wide apart; an image of his hand gripped tightly around his penis flashed across my mind. I imagined his hand moving furiously up and down. Continuing our exploration of the hotel complex, we made our way to the topmost floor, which was quiet, and had a very private and comfortable atmosphere. We passed a toilet, whose entrance was open, and both sat opposite the little room. I asked him if he'd ever masturbated with another guy, and he replied that he'd done it with friends. I told him that I wanted to masturbate. I expected him to act awkwardly, but he remained nonchalant, and joked about my being desperate to wank off. So, I hopped into the nearby cubby. I turned around and gazed at the boy for a moment; then I signalled for him to follow me, with my finger. To my surprise he followed. I closed the door behind us, and we stood there opposite one and another for a brief moment. I imagine he thought I was inviting him only to watch me masturbate, so I thought I'd play it safe to start with. I sat down on the toilet seat, and tested my friend's reactions with a quick grope of my own groin. He didn't react worriedly to my rubbing myself; but he stared at me, blankly. Now I began to slowly unzip myself, making sure that the process made a rousing sound. When I had gently unfastened the little metal clasp on my trousers, I pulled the flaps apart revealing my small black briefs. The boy ironically said, 'Nice pants.' I took my throbbing eight centimetre erection out from my pants, leaving the seam resting against my scrotum. My friend did not seem averse to the appearance of my cock. I began wanking myself off. My hand bobbed up and down quite fast. I leant my head back against the toilet container, and pulled my jeans right down to my ankles, so that I could spread my legs apart. My underwear still clung tidily against my bottom, with only the front part pulled down under the little ball-sack. We sat there for what seemed like ages, before I even got to the half way point. I looked at my friend, with a hazy expression. 'You gunna do yours? Or just watch?' 'Erm, yeah.' He looked a little bit self conscious, and his movements showed a carefulness and temporary reluctance. But he positioned himself on the floor, not opposite, but against a wall on my flank, his feet spread right out touching the other wall. He slowly pulled the zip on his Khaki trousers, making a stuttering buzz sound. He unfastened the clasp at the front, pulled the flaps apart, revealing blue boxer-briefs with a white band. I noticed the lump at the front: he obviously was a little bigger than me. He slipped off the trousers in a slow, noisy motion, stopping just as the band of the trousers rested directly underneath his ball-sack. What playfulness! Reluctant to pull the trousers all the way down, he now moved his attention to the band on his briefs. He pulled on it, and let go; it made a muffled slapping noise as it hit his tummy. He now positioned his briefs very much as I had, previously: with the band tucked under the swelling ball-sack. 'Let's try and shoot at the same time,' I said. He puckered his lips, not in annoyance or disagreement, but in nonchalant acceptance. It seemed that in the excitement we both had lost our anxiety, and now were happy to expose our bodies so nonchalantly. Both of us using our right hand masturbated in a steady rhythm using a finger and the thumb. My friend's foreskin was rolled the way back and there seemed to be a polished gleam upon his glans. It looked strangely inviting, as though a slightly wet residue coated the top of the penis. I asked him, 'Do you think that if a guy sucked your cock, it would feel as good as a girl doing it?' A light glinted in his eyes as he rolled them about, as though he was deeply thinking about some thing. He looked back at me, and said, 'I don't know. Why, do wanna suck me or something?' 'Well you'd enjoy it more than me. Do you want me to?' 'Hm, okay' I sat down in front of him, got him to lift his knees up a bit an spread his legs, and then I knelt down over him. Then I gently engulfed his polished penis head, using my tongue to rub it a bit as it entered my mouth.