Mark, I and the four lads head out for the strip and we pass our hotel. I see Ryan and he comes over,
‘Hi Darren, Hi Wayne, hey fancy seeing yous two out here!‘
‘Fuck me, It’s Ryan’ says Darren,
‘Maybe later?’ Says Ryan adjusting his package.
They hug, all bro hugs, the lads are laughing, pleased to see Ryan,
‘Where’s yous two staying?’,
‘The fucking Playa Blue Ocean, a few blocks down’,
‘It’s a small world lads, I think half of Kirkby must be here, you working?’,
‘Nah, not had a sniff since we laboured for yous guys. How’s your Shelle, you got her up the duff yet?’,
‘No and not for want of trying’, Laughs Ryan.
We hear ‘Shelle call him, Ryan dips his head at the noise and does a sad face and an exaggerated ‘see you later’ wave.
We walk on the strip, passing some huge disco bars that were packed with testosterone fuelled lads out for a good time and whatever came their way.
It was lads dancing with lads all the way, the girls were chatting in groups, around handbags, protecting themselves from the constant barrage of offers from pissed up guys who, being rejected, no doubt thought ‘fuck it, let's just have a good time'.
The dance floor was a riot of lads dancing, singing, sweating, topless, waving arms and stomping in tune with the beat.
‘Fucking hell’ says Darren ‘what the fuck is this place?’
Wayne’s eyes are like saucers,
‘come on Darren, I love this one’,
and he pulls him to the dancefloor. They dance like kids do at a school disco, energetically.
Mark and I get the drinks. The lads come over sweating, grinning,
‘it’s fucking great here’,
Wayne says, he gulps his rum and coke down in one, burps and is off solo dancing in the middle of the floor, he’s a great dancer, natural rhythm, great movement, very sexy.
He’s getting a lot of attention.
Darren sups up and couples up with Wayne and they mirror each others moves, they know this one; bump, grind, turn, clap, turn, wave, and so on.
A couple of other younger lads know the moves and join them, they are soon joined by others, the DJ segues the track to repeat as the floor is moving to the cheesy actions. We join in on the fringes, picking up the moves. The group splits into guys and chickens, it looks easy to pick up a chicken if you know the dance moves.
We make sure we get Darren and Wayne for ourselves, as the tracks change, we continue on, Wayne adapts the moves to the new beat and it’s soon picked up.
The guys vests are sticky with sweat, they strip them off to wolf whistles, pushing them down into their shorts, their tanned skin glistening, their adolescent muscles popping, all lopsided. Others follow, a couple of older lads have stripped to just jocks, they’re getting a lot of attention too. It’s a very hot scene, I’m as hard as iron and play walking my fingers down Marks spine and around to his abs and along his shaft.
Wayne and Darren are not remotely out of breath, adrenaline pumping through their young bodies as they dance together, getting sexier and sexier with each other.
More lads swarmed onto the floor and the boys were sucked into the throng.
I looked at Mark who nodded and we pulled off our tops in one and rammed them into our shorts and made our way into the sea of lads.
The air was full of cheap aftershave and sweat as the bass pounded and lights flashed, reflecting off the shiny skin of the dancing mob. We spot the lads, there’s four of them now, all the same age, height and undernourished builds. Mark gets into the beat, and we’re doing the moves with every one else.
Darren comes over and does the drink sign, we nod and he calls over the four lads, we get outside, the cooler air hit us.
‘These lads are in the same hotel as us’, shouts Darren, ‘oh and it’s your round, Rum and cokes plenty of ice, doubles’,
‘This is Rambo and this is Gazza’, we do the bro hug thing, not touching skin.
‘There’s a bar sign, look’, says Mark,
We walk down the alley and Mark and I go in and come out with the drinks, the lads knock them back in one, we pass them ours and go back in and bring out the same again. They’re soon supped. Rum and coke doing its thing.
The lads run across the road back to the disco bar and merge into the sea of dancers, Mark and I stand on the fringes like old perv’s.
The lads come out thirsty again. Sweaty, fucking beautiful.
‘Come on lads, we’ve got beers and booze back at 308, you all up for it?’, says Darren.
Darren whispers to one of the new lads who shakes his head, then Darren says some more and plunges his hands into the lads shorts, as Wayne does the same,
‘There’s fuck all around here lads, might as well have some fun, it’s only like wanking off with your mates innit’, says Wayne.
We get back to 308, the cans are still cool in the ice. We chuck them each one, they chug it down and in minutes the lads are making out, all shorts and hard ons, rubbing through the fabric, scared to get naked.
‘Seen enough you fucking perv’s?’ says one of the new boys,
‘No, not yet’, I strip off my shorts in one bending to my ankles and step out of them, I pull off my polo in one, Mark copies.
‘You’re turn lads’ Mark says as he pulls his cock down low and the lads watchad it flies back up.
‘Fucking hell’, says Rambo, gripping his dick through his shorts.
Gazza says, ‘Fuck, Wayne’s right, there’s no fanny around here, might as well get some arse, its only like scouts innit’,
Gazza strips, he’s a big lad, lean, long, uncut. I’m salivating, trying to keep it cool.
‘Come on Rambo get em off, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of in that department’ says Gazza, looking at all our cocks he says,
‘I think you might be the daddy?’,
‘Nothing beats this’ says Wayne shucking off his shorts. His 9” bobbing.
‘You might like to check this out’ says Rambo, dropping his shorts,
What must be 9” or 10” of meat rises, with a long foreskin,
‘Fuck thats a salami, you lucky lad’, says Mark,
‘Don’t know about’ that says Rambo, ‘the birds just wanna see it, maybe hold it but I never get a second date, and lads, well my mates can’t suck it, don’t want it up em, it’s only old fuckers like scout leaders who can take it’.
‘I think we can give Rambo and Gazza a night to remember don’t you lads?’ I say.
‘Yeah, let’s get this fuckfest started says Darren, Mark I’m starving, get some pizzas ordered will ya, oh and some more beers?’,
Mark gets on the phone and orders on his room number.
The lads are making out on the bed, tentatively at first then as their lust rises, it’s anything goes.
Rambo goes for Wayne ‘how about us big dicks fuck each other, no sloppy seconds guaranteed that way?’,
‘Yeah I’ve been wanting to know what my dick feels like on my victims, these two little un’s can get us in the mood’,
Wayne and Rambo go into a 69. Opening each other up. Darren and Gazza watch and do the same,
‘Really? Lick your hole? No fucking chance, it’s a bj or nothing’, says Gazza.
‘You’ll enjoy it’ says Darren ‘here see what it feels like before you say no’,
Darren spat at Gazza’s hole and nuzzled in, teasing him open.
‘Oh yeah’, says Gazza, as he starts to move away from Darren’s cock moving slowly toward his hole.
‘What’s that fucking smell?’ Says Gazza,
‘That’s lad, Gazza, 100% pure fucking lad, get your nose in first, then lick up my crack, lick up that fucking marmite’.
Mark looked at me, and at the scene ahead of us and laughed.
‘Any holes to spare lads?’, slapping his dick in his hand.
‘No holes for old men’ says Darren, laughing at his wit.
‘You cheeky cunt says Mark and leaps on Darren, tickling him to much effect. Rambo joins in, tackling me, pulling me off the bed. I’m down on the rug.
I manage to turn him, and he’s panting, he revives himself, sensing a weakness in me and he growls up, his muscles flexing as he turns me, his hand on my neck keeping my head down and my arse high.
Rambo says ’If you want it old man, I’ll guarantee it will fucking hurt’, to me.
Wayne is on Mark, I think Mark gives in too easily, didn’t quite fight enough. We are on the rug, on all fours, side by side, arses in the air.
‘Change of plan Rambo, let’s fuck these two now, have pizza and do each other?’, says Wayne,
The lads high five, ‘right yous two, turn around and get us wet, ease your pain’,
We oblige and they’re soon stood, lubed up, cocks glistening as they push at our gates,
‘fuck, this old cunts tighter than your wallet Gazza’ says Rambo as I bear down, grimacing,
‘This one’s not as tight, he’s had more pricks than a worn out dartboard’ says Wayne as he starts to feed his cock into Mark.
Rambo lunges and he’s in me in one. I feel his pubes prickle and his nuts touch down on my cheeks, searing hot, skin on skin. My arse on fire,
‘Fuuuuck’ I moan, as we pause, ‘that’s so fucking huge’,
I pant out, trying to get used to the pain, wanting the crazy feeling of fullness to overtake the discomfort. I feel Rambo flex his cock up me, I feel his leg twitching, he’s gonna shoot, what a waste that would be.
‘Fucking get on with it lad’, I say, this sort of wakes him up out of his lust fog, he groans as he pulls out.
I look over at Mark, his eyes have disappeared, just his whites showing as he moans lowly, obviously enjoying Waynes dick pumping in and out.
Rambo pulls out then in and then right out misjudging his length, I’m bereft, empty as he fumbles around, prodding at my crack anywhere but my pucker, he’s lost poor lad. I feel around and grip his tube, fuck he’s a thick one, his shaft pulsing like a live creature as I guide him home, he pushes forward and he’s off again like a machine, fast, long, accurate now, the sound of his balls slapping joins Wayne’s, the two lads grin at each other and high five. Darren and Gazza are wanking slowly watching.
‘Two, ugh spare, ugh holes, here, ugh, lads’
stutters out Mark as the lads shuffle around and feed us their cocks. All the lads high five each other now.
‘Fucking ace this Gazza, better than pumping your mangy little cock, it’s like wanking off a shrimp’ says Rambo,
‘Yeah, enjoy it now, you’ll not get that fucking snake of yours up my arris no matter how much you’ll say I’ll love it’. Says Gazza.
Mmm lets wait and see shall we, I think. I’d like to see his face, hear that moan as he feels the pure joy of a cock up his butt for the first time.
Fuck, what happened to my theory about Rambo being close? I think, as I arch my back up like a cat, my ring on fire, my guts full of this massive pole, it’s all too much for me. I feel like I’m going to burst, a pissing sensation overtakes me , a million tiny cock pulses join together as my soft cock let’s out a stream of clear, sticky precum.
I exhale and my ring tightens, clamping hard on Rambos shaft, my fight or flight reaction kicking in, my whole body wants to expel the invader, he’s having none of it, he moans out,
‘Fuck you’re so tight have you got fucking choppers in there?’
I moan out again, trying to expel him, my muscles almost tight in a spasm. Rambo slaps my arse hard, his hand stinging. The pain of my cheek refocuses me.
Marks moaning now, the slapping and squelching sounds building up. Darren’s fucking my face as I try to concentrate on him, to take away my arse burning as my ring tightens its grip on Rambo.
Darrens stopping short of gagging me, good lad, his cockrim so rubbery on my lips, my tongue doing its best to tickle his frenulum, I’m wrapping my tongue around his crown like a cow pulling up grass.
‘Oh fuck that’s great’,
he says encouraging me, Rambo and Darren high five and pass a signal that they’re close. Rambo pulls out and I feel him push forward, his balls pressing on my pulsing, twitching hole, his cock nestled in the top of my crack like a red hot poker, pushing down into me, his glans under his thumb as he pushes forwards and he grunts. I feel his spurt hit my neck then the rope land hot on my back, a second spurt bathes my hole and the third is ejected deep with my guts as he punches his spewing 10” back into the darkness and warmth of my hole, he nuts and nuts and nuts. Shaking his head, his sweat drips falling on me.
Wayne copies and pushes his spewing cock back into Mark, who’s pushing back at him, keeping him deep, as Wayne staggers falling over onto Marks back as he mechanically pulses his nut up Marks willing ass.
They pull out, stand and lock arms over shoulders and jump up and down chanting as they dance around us, like some football celebration of a goal being scored.
They’re still hard, cocks dripping, flapping as the hug and sing. We get up and join them, a cummy hug transpires, slimy with spunk as we kiss and hug and rub and make out. Mark and I are pumping our cocks, the lads take over and bring us off,
Wayne an Darren open their mouths for the load, tongues broad and flat as Rambo and Gazza pump our cocks to completion. Darren and Rambo kiss the two lads and share our spunk.
Gazza spits out, ‘you dirty cunts’ he says before swallowing and grinning, ‘mm better than I thought, not bad, nutty’,
We lie on the bed all arms and legs over each other, panting, getting our breath back, cooling down from the sex high.
‘It fucking pongs in here’ says Gazza, ‘I’ll bet that’s your fucking whopper that stinks’,
Rambo kneels up and shoves it under Gazzas nose,
‘Well, is it?’,
‘Dunnow?’ He says as we all kneel up and shove them in Gazzas face,
He opens his mouth and tastes mine, suckling me, then Marks and lastly Rambo’s, ‘fuck that’s rank’ he says spitting out,
‘That’s my arse your talking about’ I say in mock umbridge,,
‘Don’t care’ he says ‘it still tastes rank. Chuck us a can to get rid of the taste’,
‘Or we could do arse shots?’ Mark says,
We spend the next hour dribbling rum over our balls and supping the drips then the bollocks, or shaft or arse. The lads are pissed, cuddly pissed, on rum and bum.
‘Right you lot, fuck off now’, says Darren, my folks will be back soon and my fucking brother, separate the beds again and tidy up the empties.
‘You’re going nowhere’ I say to Mark as we walk back to my room. We find Degsy and Ryan outside.
‘Fucking ‘Shelle and Briony have kicked us out, we’ve been on the lash all day and we fell asleep in the sun. I’m fucking burning up. Yous still got that lube for sunburn, and er can we sleep the night here?’,
‘Yes to both, I say but I’m not sure how much sleep you’ll get’, Ryan grins.
I open the door and we pile in. The beds been changed and there’s clean towels. I open the sliding doors to the balcony and pull back the curtains, the cool night air billows in. Ryan and Degsy strip and stand, their arses towards us as the cool night air blows over them cooling them.
I get the anthisan, ‘first you two need a shower, get that pool chlorine out’.
‘Fuck you two are ripe as well, if I didn’t know better I’d say that’s arse juices I’m smelling?’,
Says Ryan,
‘And the rest’, I say,
I stand in the shower with Ryan and wash him under the cool water, he soaps up my tackle, ‘fuck your still gaping, what have you been fucked with, a cricket bat?’,
‘Fucking felt like it, it was Rambo one of Wayne and Darren’s mates’,
‘No wonder, I know his Dad, he’s hung like a horse’,
‘Like father like son eh!’,
I spend time getting his tackle clean, teasing his erection, my finger deep up his hole, then wash the soap off and pat him dry. I see the red skin and smooth the anthisan on gently, he’s so horned up,
‘your fucking gape has got me hard, look at me!’
He pulls his pole down and we watch it spring back up.
‘Well I’m willing’, I say. Mark takes Degsy to the shower, I hear moaning from Mark as he’s getting a good fucking in the shower.
I lie back and swing up my legs, staring at Ryan, Ryan Short, as he sinks in easily,
‘Oh yeah, feels like fucking silk, just the thought of shooting over Rambos thick spunk has got my fuse going’.
He almost collapses on me as he cums in me. I rise up and he conks out on the bed. I sit on the pan watching Degsy ram into Mark, a sort of stand up fuck, Degsy hanging off Marks shoulders, pumping up into his arse.
I expel as much of Ryan and Rambo as I can. I get the tub of sudocrem and daub my sore hole. Blessed relief. Degsy pulls out and shoots on the glass pointing at me, laughing. Mark turns and wanks his at me too spraying the shower glass.
I watch it run down. I run in and push them out of the way and lick up their joint loads off the glass. My mind flashes back to the flight here, to the airplane bathroom and wow, what a fortnight I’ve had, I’ve not thought of ‘him’ once.
I rub Anthisan into Degsys red raw shoulders and pecs. He gives me a proper kiss on the lips,
‘thanks’ he said, ‘not just for this, but for everything, I was so guilty about screwing the lads, but you’ve made it all make sense it’s only normal, what did you say ‘no labels’ I’ll remember that. I’m gonna miss you, no, we are all gonna miss yous’.
I cuddle him as he kisses my hair and we throw back the sheets and lie on the big bed, nudging Ryan and Mark over, and somehow fall asleep, 4 blokes, 4 arses, 4 sets of windy farts.
The curtains billow in the cool air and the thump thump, thump of The Strip hypnotises us into a deep sleep.
TBC
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