Date: Sun, 14 Feb 1999 11:51:37 PST From: Richard UK Subject: Hotel Cock Feast, part 3 This is a work of fiction for adults over the age of 18 only. Hotel Cock Feast part 3 Gregg groaned as he got to his feet, walking sluggishly towards the door, his semi hard cock bouncing before him. As he turned the corner of the room leading to the door he grabbed a white bath towel and wrapped it around his waist. I lay on the bed, still stroking my hard shaft, eagerly awaiting Gregg's return. I heard the door open and voices talking quietly before the door closed firmly. Gregg appeared again, this time with the towel bulging before him. "There's someone I want you to meet" he said. "Jesus Gregg what the fuck are you doin?" I asked hastily grabbing at the sheets on the bed to cover my nakedness. I fumbled with the bedding aware that a tall figure had entered the main part of the room, finally getting enough of a sheet loose to cover my wet cock. "Hey don't cover up on my part" came a new voice and, looking up, I saw it was the dream guy Gregg had shared a workout with earlier. "Don't worry I knew you were gonna be here, that's why I came. I'd like to watch you guys if that's O.K." he said. I looked at Gregg who was smiling broadly. "This is Nick. We met at the start of the week on my course. He's a real good fuck, believe me. When I told him you were coming round to my room he insisted on being here to watch. It's just a shame he's missed so much already". "Sorry, I went out for a run" said Nick. He was dressed in a navy blue Reebok sweatshirt, blue track suit bottoms and trainers. His face was flushed and the tightly cropped hair at the side of his head shone with hundreds of tiny beads of sweat. The rest of his hair looked even curlier than before as it too was wet with sweat. "You mean you don't mind having him here?" I asked. "Christ no" said Gregg, walking over to the bed and sitting beside me. His strong hands rested on my shoulders. "Hey it'll be fine" he said looking me straight in the eyes, "trust me?" he said seeking my approval. I looked over at Nick who was already seating himself in an armchair across from the bed. I'd never experienced two guys at the same time before and was nervous but Gregg's reassurance was serving to quickly put me at ease. I looked over at Nick again who smiled back at me, the broad whiteness of his smile contrasting sharply with his tanned and somewhat stubbly face. Shit he was so good looking and the stirring of a brand new hard on beneath the sheets signaled that my fears were fast receding. "Yeah" I said looking back at Gregg. "Great" he yelled. "This calls for a celebration" and he walked over to the mini bar again. "Afraid there's no champagne so we'll have to make do with more lager". He opened three bottles and gave one each to Nick and I. I drank much of mine down in one - I needed it to steady what remained of my nerves. I placed the bottle on the bedside table and flopped down on my back. "Fuck. I don't believe what's happening here" I said lying still on the bed taking in how things were developing. Gregg came across to the bed and kneeled down straddling my hips. "Believe it" he said, raising his bottle to his lips and drinking several mouthfuls of the cold liquid. As he removed the bottle from his mouth a drop of water which had condensed on the side of the bottle dropped onto my stomach just above my hairy mound, still clad in the sheets. I let out a short gasp as the ice cold liquid splashed on my hot skin and looked at Gregg. I knew from the delight on his face that this was something he would now exploit. He took another drink from the bottle, this time running his finger slowly down the side as if stroking a thick hard cock. I could see the water run down the bottle ahead of his finger but somehow this only heightened the sensation when two more drops of icy water landed on my belly. Again I gasped quietly. Greggs fingertips sought out the wetness, moving his fingers ever so slowly to spread the moisture. "Fuck I like your touch" I said admiring the gorgeous body sitting above me, the strong thighs that straddled mine and the boning seven inches of young hard cockmeat which had been resurrected from his hairy, blond mound. I remembered the taste of his cum and reached for his tool eager to savour more of his seed. "Later" he said, moving my hand and lowering the cold wet bottle to my stomach. The icy wet base of the bottle touched just below my belly button and just above my aching hard knob which was now releasing a new load of precum onto the already cum stained bed linen. I breathed in sharply as the icy wetness sent shock waves through my body. Gregg moved the bottle around in a slow circling motion and each of the hairs on my stomach seemed to bristle and ache, just like my pulsating cock was doing. Gregg pushed the bottle further down, pushing the upper edges of the sheet lower and lower until the smooth wet hardness of the bottle met the smooth wet hardness of my cockhead. My shaft sprang upwards from my stomach in response to the silky wet glass. Mercifully the bottle kept moving, pushing the sheet further down my hard cock and leaving a trail of wetness along my shaft and through my pubes until the whole of my groin was exposed. Gregg lowered the sheets completely and looked at my body. "Now it's my turn" he said. He took another drink of lager and I expected him to put the bottle down on the table. Instead he continued to play it over my body, this time stroking it over my heavy balls. My testicles immediately recoiled in my soft hairy ball sac but just as quickly fell again so that they remained in contact with the other hardness which was now between my legs. Gregg manipulated the bottom of the bottle to get it under my balls then behind my scrot so that it was only a matter of inches from my ass hole. The feel of this smooth, glassy shaft got me so hot, and I yearned to feel his thick cockhead probing at my ring. He removed the bottle and my balls fell to replace it. He took another sip of beer and peered into the bottle. There was only about an inch left. With that he lowered the neck of the bottle to my groin and poured some of the beer along the underside of my hard cock and into my hairy mound. His fingers rubbed the liquid through my cock hair, over my shaft and my wet hairy balls. Gregg raised his fingers and licked them lightly before emptying the rest of the liquid into my mound, discarding the bottle and burying his face in my groin. He lapped eagerly at the liquid which soaked the hair above my cock and I could feel and hear him sucking the beer from my crotch though he purposefully stayed clear of my dick. When eventually he surfaced he kissed me deep and hard and I savoured the taste of the beer, made warm by my hot mound, as his tongue probed every corner of my mouth. "Now that's what I call a cocktail" he said and we both laughed. I looked over to Nick for the first time and my cock jerked as I saw him rubbing the tenting material of his track suit bottoms with the flat of his hand. He smiled back at Gregg's quip but all I could think about was the monster package beneath the shiny trousers. I was determined that he wouldn't remain an observer for long but right now Gregg was licking my nipples as he headed back down my chest. He paused at my stomach momentarily but I knew he was eager to get my thick boning cock in his mouth and he quickly moved down to my balls, licking them feverishly. I ran my fingers through his blond hair as his tongue probed beyond my balls into my crack. His wet tongue teased the area between my balls and ass hole but went no further. However I knew it was only a matter of time before I had one or both of these studs fucking my ass with their hard young cocks or their hot wet tongues. Greggs tongue returned to my shaft, licking it with his broad tongue as he headed up toward the bulbous mushroom head. A string of clear precum connected my cockhead to my hairy stomach and, as his tongue approached, he licked it from my stomach and upwards to the knob from which it poured, probing my slit with the tip of his tongue to tease out more of the slippery ball juice. It was then he took my aching bell end into his hot wet mouth, immediately rolling his tongue around my retracted foreskin. Gregg's hot wet mouth worked my cock expertly, quickly taking in all six inches of my thick rod. Through his upward strokes he sucked hard on my shaft keeping every contour of his hot, wet mouth and tongue in intimate contact with my prick and rolling my foreskin back over the engorged purple helmet. His lips tightened around my man meat on his downward strokes, pushing my foreskin back over the aching mushroom head of my cock, his tongue occasionally flicking around the base of my cockhead as he went. A couple of times he pulled me from his mouth to flick the tip of his tongue rapidly over my wet, slimy slit and the skin connecting my foreskin to the cockhead. How I didn't blow my wad straight into his face there and then I don't know, it was so fucking good. Gregg held the base of my cockmeat with one hand and stroked my hairy balls with the other. This guy knew how to handle a man's bollocks alright, whether rolling them gently between his fingers, holding the cum filled weight of them in the palm of his hand or fondling them while paying attention to the point at which the ball sac joined the underside of my hard on - he was good. When he let go of my balls for a moment I ached for more stimulation and instinctively moved my left hand in to take up where he left off on my hairy sac. My right hand stroked my erect nipples and hairy stomach before probing through my wet mound, enjoying the feel of the wiry hair and the hardness of the pubic bone beneath. I watched Gregg's head move up and down my veined cock and noticed that the hand he had freed up from my balls was now frantically jacking off his boning young cockmeat. His eyes screwed up and his groans signaled how much he was enjoying the taste of my meat and how close to cumming the furious pumping on his gorgeous thick prick had taken him. I sensed he was closer to shooting than I was and I desperately wanted to cum with him. I slid my hand away from my balls and beneath my ass, seeking out my hot hole with my middle finger. I teased my ring for a couple of seconds before pushing my finger home. My position meant I could only insert about an inch but this was enough to send a further surge of blood through my bulging cock, taking me to new heights of hardness. As I began to finger fuck my ass in rhythm to Gregg's fast wanking action I glanced across at Nick who was now wanking off inside his nylon track suit bottoms and had pulled his sweatshirt up to stroke the large dark nipples crowning his glorious broad, smooth chest. Wherever I looked all I could focus on were cocks having the cum pumped or sucked out of them and the tightening in my stomach and the familiar sensation rising through my cock told me I couldn't hold out any longer. "Fuck Gregg I'm cumming" I said. "Suck all that thick cream out of my balls and let me splash my load over your face" I pleaded, my voice faltering as the first wave of cum jetted into his mouth. Gregg withdrew my jerking rod as the second spurt shot over his chin and lips. His hand resumed a pumping action on my wet shaft as he pressed his closed mouth onto my pulsing cockhead, rubbing it over his lips and eliciting a further wad which splashed across his mouth and cheek just as I felt the first of his hot, creamy load land on my thigh. Christ those young bollocks of his could shoot! The last of my jizz was now running down my shaft but in the ecstasy of releasing his load Gregg again took me in his mouth, sucking my cockmeat clean with a renewed vigour, his mouth clearly responding to every cum shooting spasm of his own young cock. As the thrashing around on the bed subsided Nick's heavy breathing filled the air and I looked across just as he arched his back and the incessant stokes of his hand yielded a load from his hitherto invisible prick, straight into his trousers. Nick licked his cum splashed lips, wiped the cum from his chin and cheek with the palm of his hand and licked this clean. "Too fucking good to waste" he said. He scooped his thick white cream from my thigh and offered his fingers to my lips. Having enjoyed his creamy load earlier I was keen to taste more and obligingly sucked the jizz from his hand before scooping some of the fresh cum which was still leaking from his now semi hard cockhead. Nick's virile young balls had produced three big wads of creamy cum in less than an hour and mine had blown twice. I needed some time out and even my much younger stud looked as if he could do with some R and R, if his shrinking prick was anything to go by. However, I felt one of our number could be persuaded to part with some more of the man juice filling his heavy balls and I walked across to where Nick was sitting. My erection had completely subsided but my flaccid cock was as big as it could be without being hard and I knew it looked good. It wouldn't be long before it was again standing hard against my stomach. "Hey, I'm just an observer" Nick said as I approached. "From what I just saw you were doing a whole lot more than just watching" I said kneeling at his feet. I slid my hand along his thick, hard, nylon clad thighs to his bulging crotch and rubbed my fingers in the large wet patch. "See what I mean?" I asked raising my fingers to taste the trace of cum. His knees parted allowing me to get closer. My right hand stroked his broad thighs again firmly. It felt good feeling Nick's muscles and sensing his power without actually seeing the object of my touch. I stroked him a long time frequently letting my hand approach, but not touch, his balls and the hardness of his cock which twitched excitedly beneath the material. Every time my teasing strokes approached his man meat he groaned with the ecstasy of my touch against his nylon covered skin and the expectation that I was about to grip his cock for the first time. He was absolutely fucking gagging for it and so was I - my cock was standing proud again and I could feel a silky wetness leaking against my belly. I broke off for a moment, stood up and removed his sweatshirt. The material was damp from the clean sweat of his earlier run and I held it against my face, breathing his gorgeous man scent deep into my lungs. His chest was everything I imagined it would be - probably around 42 inches and completely smooth with nice defined, but not over developed pecs. The nipples I had admired earlier were very dark brown, and still stood out against his tanned skin. I placed a knee on the chair between his and licked his left nipple lightly with the tip of his tongue. The sensitive skin swelled with each stroke of my firm tongue and I tweaked his right nipple between my thumb and forefinger to ensure it too responded. My tongue strayed to explore more of his firm pecs, savouring the salty taste of his hot skin. I licked up between his pecs, lost in this guy's sexy smoothness, and kissed his throat. I could feel the heat from his nearby mouth, his heavy breathing and the pounding in his chest. When I raised my mouth to meet his hot lips he gripped me around the back of my head and kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting down my throat and wrapping around my own. My hand ran through the damp bristly hair above his left ear and I down the side of his swarthy face, covered in short stubble. Relentlessly our tongues wrestled as my hand moved down his chest and his young firm stomach to the waist of his trousers. I wondered momentarily whether to slide my hand beneath the waistband now but remembered how much I had enjoyed the touch of his thighs through the material earlier. The night was young and however much I wanted to get a grip on the naked skin of his young cockmeat I figured a little more anticipation would heighten the pleasure later on. I gripped the bulging material and was pleased with what I found - my touch summoned up a picture in my mind of a very thick cock at least seven inches long. The material of his running trousers was extremely thin, almost as if the only thing between us was a condom rolled over this thick shaft, the notable difference being that the cum which clung to this stud's cock could easily leak through this material barrier - as my wet palm could testify. Our mouths finally unclamped. I looked deep into his shining blue eyes and could sense the horny chemistry between us. Almost instinctively the tips of our tongues emerged to fence with each other for a few moments. The slippery hard tips of our wet tongues felt every bit as sensitive as two lubed up cockheads pressed together. Our mouths locked together for another long hot kiss during which I began a firm slow wanking action on his young, thick cock. When our mouths again unlocked I began my journey down his chest once more, pausing to savour the sweaty wetness of his firm abs and the scent emanating from his cum drenched crotch. My face was level with his hardness now and I wanked him once more very slowly, observing carefully the outline of his cockmeat through the clinging wet nylon. I could tell from the feel of his rod and the rim around the base of his cockhead which bulged through the material on my upward stroke that he was uncut, something confirmed as I placed my wet mouth around his helmet and rolled my tongue around his mushroom tip. He sighed as my tongue played with his nylon sheathed head, rolling around it, sucking it gently and probing his slit. The gentle pressure on the back of my head urged me to take in more of his thick veiny meat and I began upward and downward strokes with my mouth, each time taking in more of his length. By the time my lips were reaching the nylon covering his hot, musky mound I was struggling to cope with the enormity of the monster in my mouth. It wasn't just that he was thicker than Gregg, he was longer too. This must be at least eight inches of young, thick cock I was eating. I paused to adjust my mouth and throat to his size and to synchronize my breathing before resuming my mouth fucking action. The wet nylon tasted good in my mouth, the salty creamy cum of his earlier wanking session permeating the material. Warm fresh precum oozed from his bell end straight through the sportswear and into my mouth, matched by a steady stream of mine which was oozing down my stomach into my hot pubes. I fondled his balls. I knew his sac would be silky soft but it felt even better through the silky nylon running trousers. His balls were a perfect match for his cock - low hung, big and real heavy. I knew that even though he had shot a load only a few minutes earlier there was plenty more where that had come from. His strong buttocks were beginning to buck in the chair now and I picked up my rhythm to meet this. I continued to rub and scratch his balls through the nylon. His hand was rubbing his nipples and stomach and I was keen to get my hands on those gorgeous flat abs again - a picture of me shooting a pearly string of cum across them flashed through my mind. I released my hold on the base of his shaft to stroke his sexy stomach and instinctively his hand moved down to replace mine at the root of his cock. He was however so fucking hard and upright that no steadying of his monster rod was called for. The rubbing motion on his stomach increased the intensity of his moans, the thrusting of his ass and the grip on my head. "I'm gonna shoot my creamy wad through these trousers and down your throat. Keep sucking while I fuck your hot mouth" he said, beginning to gasp for air. "Suck my balls dry with your sweet fucking mouth Rich" he added as he gripped the sides of the chair to obtain greater leverage and fuck my mouth with even harder and faster thrusts. I could feel the soaking wet material at the base of his cock pounding into my chin and despite the barrier between us, the silky mushroom head that was fucking my throat felt for everything like a naked, silky - wet knob. "Oh fuck, here it cums. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck". I felt the material swell with his warm ball juice and on my upward stroke the strong sucking action I had maintained on his rod throughout forced the warm new load through the nylon trousers and into my mouth. I continued my strokes, at the end of each upward movement being rewarded with a new taste of his slippery man cream. As the shuddering of his body subsided and I detected the force of his hard on beginning to subside I pulled at the waistband of his trousers to reveal to me, for the first time, the glory of his engorged tool. He raised his ass slightly to help me and there it was. A full eight inches of wet, thick, boning, cock, smooth save for the numerous thick veins protruding through the shaft and crowned with a huge purple helmet from which the last of his cum was still oozing. The thick black mound above his cock and the thinner, softer but equally dark hair of his balls contrasted nicely with the absolute smoothness of the rest of this stud's body. I loved hairy cocks and the sight of such a spectacular piece of meat and hair got me even hotter, my tongue moving in again, this time to savour Nick's naked wet tool for the first time. Unusually I kept my eyes open, enjoying the sight of this guy's thick young cockmeat disappearing into and emerging from my mouth. When I was satisfied that no more of his tasty juices remained I allowed his semi hard dick to slide from my mouth. I wanted him naked to enjoy the sight of his body to the full. Raising myself from my knees, I held his stained trousers free from his thighs and down his legs, revealing a wet jock which he had obviously pulled clear of his dick during his earlier wank. I removed his trainers and pulled off first his trousers and then his jock. I held the wet cotton material to my face and breathed in the cocktail of scents - sweat from his hot cock and balls, precum and cum. "Hey pass it round" said Gregg who had left the bed and walked up behind me. Taking the jock he inhaled deeply before pressing it into his wet blond mound and squeezing a pool of precum from his thickening cock into the wet cotton. He handed them back to me and I completed the trio of cock juice that was soaked into the material by mopping up the trail of precum that ran down my belly, shaft and balls. "Make sure you keep this as a souvenir" I said handing back the sodden garment. Gregg got hold of Nick's hand and beckoned him out of the chair and towards the bed. "Let's give Richard a taste of what we've been up to this week" he said. As Nick got to his feet he kissed him deeply and stroked his chest. Both cocks were semi hard and pressed against each other's thighs but each were jerking and rising towards full erections once more. Gregg guided Nick gently onto the bed so he was face up and reached into the bedside drawer, his hand emerging with a tube of lube. He unscrewed the cap and squeezed a generous amount over his hard knob and shaft then another amount onto his fingers. He lifted Nick's calfs up so they were over his shoulders exposing his hot ass hole onto and into which he applied the jelly. He twisted the tip of his finger just inside his ring then pushed home the full length, eliciting a short gasp from Nick. Removing his finger he replaced this with the lubed up mushroom head of his cock. Gregg held his shaft and slid his slippery cockhead over Nick's hole a few times before pushing home the purple helmet. "Yes" Nick sighed and slowly the rest of his lover's boning rod disappeared inside him. I was surprised at the ease with which Nick took Gregg's full seven inches and how quickly Gregg's fucking action began. In no time at all he was fucking Gregg with hard fast strokes, punctuated occasionally with a couple of real slowies and strokes where virtually the whole of his purple cockhead emerged before plunging back through Nick's ring. I imagined how this felt to each of them and yearned to be part of what was going on. I admired Gregg's firm young ass and how the muscles in his ass cheeks clenched with each forward thrust of his cock. His dark, well hung balls slapped into Nick's ass who lowered his legs first to Gregg's waist and then around his ass. Nick was still wearing his white sports socks and he pressed each of his feet firmly into Gregg's ass spurring him onto harder and faster fucking. As he did so Nick reached again for his own cock, the tip of which was wet and glistening, and began to beat off. I knew from the sounds both were making that they would both cum soon and I wanted to be part of this. I stood at the side of the bed level with Nick's head and began slowly to wank my cock as close to his mouth as I could get. He raised his head and shoulders off the bed so that his tongue could just reach my swollen head and he licked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while I continued to jack off. Within moments both Gregg and Nick were warning of their imminent ejaculations. Gregg came first as his shuddering body pounded into Nick, filling his hot channel with his warm jizz. Nick was wanking furiously as he felt his lovers seed fill his ass. He had an iron cast grip on his thick eight inch cock and his downward strokes stretched his foreskin to the limit, revealing albeit fleetingly, his swollen helmet in all its glory. His tongue flicked excitedly over my cockhead but I tried to hold back. I was unsure just how much more my balls could produce and I desperately wanted to unload some of my ball juice into at least one of these asses. With a groan a long jet of warm wet cream shot from Nick's cock. His pumping stopped and he grimaced as he held the downward stroke stretching his foreskin and causing his wet mushroom head to visibly swell further. I had a gorgeous view of his purple helmet as it twitched and launched one and then another stream of cum through the air and onto Nick's chest and stomach. I realised I was getting close and that everyone else was tiring too. I quickly moved off the bed and behind Gregg who allowed me to bend him over his lover and enter him from behind. His ass was warm and wet with sweat and the saliva and precum which covered my knob ensured fairly easy entry. I pushed Gregg's back forward so that his face was in Nick's stomach. I wanted to be able to fuck his sweet young ass uninhibited, my balls to slap his firm cheeks and for me to have a good view of what was going on. I sensed Gregg was happy in this position because he immediately began to lap up the cream which Nick had just blown over his stomach. Having just watched these guys fuck and wank their brains out and had my cockhead expertly licked it wasn't long before my ass was tensing, ready to pump what remained of my cum from my balls deep into Gregg's bowel. With each forward thrust my balls swung and slapped against Gregg's cute ass and my hairy thighs, moist with passionate sweat momentarily stuck to his equally moist ass cheeks. I couldn't hold back any longer. I adjusted my strokes so that my bulging mushroom head virtually left his ass each time I withdrew so that I could feel the tightness of his ring around my knob throughout the time I was cumming. My knees almost buckled as his tight tunnel pulled my foreskin over my cockhead with each withdrawal and his ring played over my emerging knob and rolled - back skin as I fucked my way back in. My cock bathed in the warm fluid that I had pumped inside him and my thrusts came to a slow, warm and satisfied end. Gregg and I crashed onto the bed to join Nick. We held each other and kissed gently into sleep. In the morning we showered together, soaping each other's cocks and asses but we had no time for anything more elaborate. Unfortunately that day was Gregg and Nick's last day and we had to say our farewells. I on the other hand had three more nights in which to get equally lucky.