He text me at eleven in the morning. Already my excitement was spiking as I felt I had to cover if anyone I was with asked who or why I was getting a text. Of course, no one cared, but it made me tingle already. The message rattled a list of his companions and what their plans were this day, a long way round of telling me to be free at noon and because of his party all having plans I could come to his room.

Plans had just been made for me and my group so I let him know that it was too short notice so maybe later. He replied almost straight away, telling me in no uncertain terms that I did not want to be anywhere else. He apparently had bumped into an old friend, then details got patchy until he finished off by saying that if I could, to just wear a towel, trust him it will be fun.

Within 15 minutes I was making my case to earn an Oscar, my migraine, back pain, you name it pain all started playing up and I got away with it: before I even suggested bailing on the lunch outing I was told to take a rest, look after myself and catch everyone later. I sloped off to my room and freshened up. My cock was up and down like a yoyo as I tried my best to not think about seeing him again, but it was all I could think of, permitting myself a little pull here and there, already in danger of getting too close to orgasm.

His room I discovered was next to my friend’s so even though I was early I knocked on the door for fear of some one seeing me out (I guessed they were all on the original plan, but my nerves were still spiking as I said).

“I knew you would not resist,” Paul said excitedly and pulled me into the room by the towel. It fell off and anyone in the corridor would have caught a flash of my bum as I darted into the room. The door shut and he pinned me to the wall, kissing me. This is not normally my thing, but he did so with such passion and his hands roamed all over me as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I could only relax into it and moan back at him.

I giggled coyly, trying to move away, “What is so urgent,” I asked. He followed my movement, pushing me to the coach, his hands reaching over and around me, pulling on my little hard dick.

“You don’t care what it is, you slut,” I tingled as he said this, “You are just horny for more.”

I stayed where I rested and he stood up, pulling of his tee and pushing his shorts down. Hi soft cock hung between his legs and he moved to be, bending his knees slightly to dip it in my mouth. I pushed my neck forward and imitated a young bird desperate for food. He swelled up slowly as I sucked, his hands reaching across me once more as he moaned his encouragement and appreciation to my efforts. He tugged on my cock again and I wiggled from under his grasp, I was too close and did not want to come yet. He took the hint and groped me instead, across my legs and then his hand slid between my legs, feeling the moistness and playing some of the excess lube I had applied around my hole teasing me.

I sucked gently on and then felt his finger tips more than his hands and he gave me little pinches on my skin, my thighs and then to my nipples. I let out little yelps each time and flinched under this touch, loving it each not in the least because it made him go fully hard in my mouth. His cock had a good thickness to it and about five to six inches, it rode really nicely in and out of y mouth, meowing me feel filled, but not do much that it was uncomfortable.

With this slower motion now in play I became a little more aware of the surroundings and heard the water stop running in the bathroom. Paul was saying something, then he told me to close my eyes.

I did so, feeling very exposed and silly, I was sprawled across the couch now, my head hanging off, but I kept composed, my heart racing as waited. Something touched my lips which made me start, even though I was imagining this or something like it might happen. I opened my lips and on reflex, moaned out loud. Something smooth and rounded pushed in, something hard and what really made me react, something big. The tip alone fills my mouth and while it was not much thicker than Paul, there was much more length. After a second of sliding over my lips. I felt a push at the back of my throat. I relaxed as best as I could (and was met with sexy low grunt) but not along after I was gagging. The reaction freaked me a little, and my eyes snapped open. Dark skin was all around me and above me a clear view of heavy balls and dare I say even more shaft.

“Oh shit,” I whispered and knowing what to expect this time I opened my mouth once more, he dipped it in and sucked an swallowed feeling him push in deeper this time and I squealed to myself knowing how much he was in me. My hands were doing their own thing, caressing up the side of his thick legs, his smooth hot skin over his buttocks and onto his carved torso.

I heard Pauls voice and without a pause, big hands reached down and pulled me over the couch a bit more. Paul was kneeling at my side in no time kissing me and before eI had time to respond, standing again, putting his cock in my face to suck again. The sexy barrage distracted me that I did not know at first how my legs weer being pulled again, this time my ankles being held high and my body being gradually shifted to the edge of the cushion.

Paul’s lips on mine stifled my moan which was definitely more of a wail. I looked down to see his friend, looking down in concentration, one hand on each of my feet holding them high and wide. Stretching I lifted my head around Paul’s a little. His cock was rigid and oh so big, it towed by a my hole and with just his hips he rubbed his big tip on my hole. Gasping, unable to find any other words or form any thoughts, Paul clamped his hand over my mouth and looked at him, “Do it,” he urged. He tried, give him his due and it more the angle and the concentration he needed to stabilise me. I made out Paul reaching over me and then the familiar coolness of lube, a big squelch of landed on my balls. His fat cock gathered some up and I squealed/wailed/screamed, the sound escaping through Paul’s hand, as he penetrated me.

My face went flush red and I could barely breath. He moved out the way and I had a lovely view of this big stud, looking down and pushing his dick in me. Paul’s hand went to my cock, soft now with the shock of it all, but it felt so good to be touched there at the same time.

“Fuck, tight,” that low voice spoke softy and Paul encouraged him, assuring him I could take, but I cannot lie, I was starting to have doubts.

They switch positions and I found I instantly yearned to have him in me again, but at the same time got the gorgeous relief of Paul sliding in and slowly fucking me from balls deep to nearly leaving me to balls deep like a pro. His friend was at my side now and I watch Paul fondle and play with him, looking between it and me, “Fuck, Harry, you are special to cope with this!” I got the feeling our third man did not speak any English, or limited at least, but he seemed to get the gist of it and he told Paul in a strong accent that I was ‘very good.’

Paul smiled and leant in to me, “Try for me Harry, take him all.” I was about to reply with my doubts, but it was like he read my mind, getting closer to my ear he whispered to me calling me names, dirty names, rude names, names that should have offended, but in reality motivated me. I looked over to where his (I guess I could say ‘our’ by now) friend stood. A beautiful ebony adonis, his cock was rigid still and as he turned driving some water, I could see it easily stood ten or eleven inches straight out.

I looked at him as I manoeuvred Paul, sitting him on the couch I knelt, grabbing a cushion between me and the tiled floor. I went down on him, his cock feeling unsurprisingly easier now, but no less nice, and was as slutty as I could be, moaning, slurping on him, wiggling my arse.

“Mmm, yes,” Paul moaned, I looked up to see him smiling and he tossed the tube of lube across the room. Thick fingers had me first, I imagined three going by how felt, sucking eagerly on Paul and then I had to squeal again, but in more control this time.

His thick tip pushed easier into me this time and I forum myself reaching back, pawing at my bum cheek and urging him on. I lost all focus for a moment as his shaft just rode in and out of me. I had not clue a to how much, but knew it was more and figured it had to be close. When my mind returned to the room I could hear Paul cooing and our friend breathing, quite a rhythm he now had fucking me.

“Harry,” Paul suddenly exclaimed and his come erupted u my mouth, he held it in place and his hot syrup squirted down my throat before more flooded around my gums and tongue. The the next withdrawal came about I pushed back and sunk my head down watching underneath me, his strong leg rocking him into me. He said something and Paul understood, nodding his agreement. This time I yelped when he slid out of my rear, I wanted it, oh my god I needed it, and I need not have worried.

He stood and picked me up with ease and I was a little concerned as he turned me, but his grip held me just fine. He sat on the couch and I moved to sit stop him, but at the lat minute he held me again, our legs almost interlocked and he rose. I thought I would fall but again, his grip was safe and he lowered my shoulders neatly to the cushion I had just been using. My back rested against the couch and my knees were over me, past my head. From out off y line of sight, Pauls hand appeared and more lube was applied, to me and then to his big cock. I was breathing heaving and I was relieved that this was not because of the position I was in.

Standing above me he held the top of his huge member an pointed it down. As I was not moving anywhere, I could relax and so he bent his knees and looked at me.

In the end I realised I was begging for it, pleading with him to do it. He smiled and lowered, pushing in the tip and I was in bliss once more. I let out a long satisfied noise and he spoke, “Yes Harry, yes.” He changed his grip from his cock to my else and through pulling them and bend his, he sunk into me once more.

I was moaning out slowly and softly, “More, more,” and I saw Paul perk up to watch. He opened me right up and slid in, more and more as I had begged for. In long slow stroked he fucked all the way out and then back about the half of it. Then as I watched I saw that it was literally more and more and when I felt his heavy balls touch my bumI felt tears of joy well up. It occurred to me at this point that the noises I could hear were me, I was groaning hard with each of his motions in and out of me. My body had been dealing with the shock of this huge visitor inside, but now I was engaged with it, moving my hips even with his plunging, I felt my cock twitch back to life.

Paul giggled calling me names again and I lapped it up. I tried to reach my cock, but it turned out http I was balanced with my own hands not he floor. Seeing my frustration, Paul reached down and after just a couple of touches it was bouncing and throbbing all on its own. My erupted without warning, running like a stream from the tip and to my delight, straight down onto my face and into my eager mouth.

Paul’s phone rang and he went to get it, I heard him talking to his wife marvelling at what a deviant he was. I was brought back to reality agin by our friends sweaty face looking down at me, “Me now,” he said and I simply nodded to him. He lofted me for the last time and placed me on the couch, him now kneeling on the cushion. I lifted my knees and he slipped in. It was less comfortable in this position, I knew I would not take him all in again, but that was fine. He fucked me with what was only about half, but he built pace an rhythm fucking me like I had never had been. He moved up a little and his face was close to mine, I found myself urging him on, “Fuck me, fuck me, come on man, do it,” I had not had a feeling like it in a long time, I wanted to be closer to him and then he was kissing me, deep and hard, no asking, no consent requested and it was heavenly. I squeaked and gasped into his mouth as hips took over and he bucked hard, his mammoth cock welling and pulsing as it flooded me with come.

I lay in a state of scatty hearing Paul gather some things and ushering him on. His companions would be returning soon. Our friend put on hotel colours (I later learned he was on the maintenance team) and left quietly, subtly checking the corridor was clear.

Paul and I had a beer on the balcony, talking about anything and everything like nothing had happened, but our energy still had a buzz to it. I was not sure what was expected next, but I did not have to wait long. He sat on the same lounger as me and looked at me. I opened my legs and his hand went straight under, cupping my balls and then under, rubbing my lube covered creased and fingering me. He swung his leg over. He was already hard, I knew what he wanted. Feeling so filthy I lifted my legs and lay back. I lobe his entrance on round two and the massage he gave my arse felt so good and I loved how quickly he filled me with his load as well.

Within an hour of leaving my hotel room I was walking back to it, wrapped in only a towel, savouring the traces of come in may mouth and clenching to keep the loads from leaking out of me. I collapsed on my bed and slept, at least I dozed off once I wanked off thinking back over my little adventure.