The only sound emerging from our tight little group of seven was the occasional gasp of passion as one of us unloaded his wad, either into a waiting mouth or hand. My head pounded with lust and that crazed 'don't give a fuck now' feeling when your cock is so hard, and the situation is so right that you just motor on blindly. We'd all drifted together, after hours here, and almost like we had some kind of a homing instinct we'd found other like-minded souls eager to play sex, and then the eagerness became a hunger and a need, and before long mouths met mouths and cocks and asses, until now, here were were an hour later, still not exhausted but ready to play 'cum with me'.
I was bent over, my mouth over a hot, beating cock that rose up and was now prodding the back of my throat, making my eyes water, while behind me I had a long boner filling my guts and spreading my thighs, while I took it all into me and wanting more, feeling his heavy sac slapping against my thighs as he fucked me long and slow, pistoning into me. Next to me, a guy was noisily feeding on a monster cock, his lips stretched wide and painfully but he wanted it all - he wasn't going to give up when there was meat to eat.
There was a slight chill on the darkened foetid air of the toilet block as we worked noiselessly on each other's pleasures. A prick, oozing slime slid against my cheek, and I paused to lick it and roll it round the inside of my mouth before going back to my main cock. Below me someone was reaching up and sucking me, the heat of the inside of his mouth like a woman's cunt and so comfortable I almost came right there and then.
If we'd been a machine we'd have had steaming rising from us.
This place - this toilet block - was in a walkers' hostel and I'd only arrived an hour or so ago, having had a quick meal and a shower, and now, here I was, deep into a toilet orgy.
This was part of a short walking break I'd promised myself after my affair with Don broke up. The photographs of him that had arrived a week ago addressed to me from a 'concerned friend' and showing him doing just what I was doing right now, were enough to make me realise that I was wasting my time with him, and I could have just as much fun. If he wanted to screw other guys then I could do the same, so I made him return my key as took his belongings, and determined to spread myself around just like he'd done.
This hostel was my first port of call after having set out six hours previously, so I wasn't doing too badly so far, I figured.
The guy I was sucking suddenly grabbed my head between his two hands and pulled my face down hard into his groin just as he came, spunking up into my mouth like a geyser. I took what I could - I really tried - but I had to waste some out of the corners of my mouth. My eyes were still watering - they'd not stopped, thanks to his size - but now my concern was to stop myself from gagging. He kept on thrusting up at me, grunting and gasping, until the flow slowly subsided, and as he loosened his grip on my head, I finished cleaning him off, licking the oozing piss-slit before he rolled away, and another guy moved in and spread himself, presenting me with a beautifully uncut and heavily veined weapon of choice.
I love uncut cocks, and I took my time savoring that pink shiny tip that's guarded by the foreskin, with its leaky, slick pre-cum. Just then, the guy who was fucking me began to get agitated, gripping me as he jerkily shuddered back and forth against me, gasping and choking, so I braced myself as he rode me to a climax, squeezing my eyes shut, and my mouth shaped like an 0 in a silent cry when the heat of his cum spread inside me like a firestorm, as it rose inside me, spewing his jizz far and wide.
He pounded against the back of my legs and I tried to keep my movements steady as I continued to adore the cock in my mouth, but he calmed down and slowly slid from me, leaving a cool vacuum where his cock had been, and his cooling drool emerging from my ring to run down the insides of my thighs. Just then, one or two of the guys who'd shot their final wads started to leave.
I glanced down at my watch as I sucked, then my cock buddy tapped me on my arm and I looked up his lean, muscular body to his handsome, youthful face.. "What say we go to your bunk?" he said softly. I let him go from my mouth, rose and pulled him to his feet. "You've got a point there - at least we could get down and dirty in some comfort."
He put his arms round my neck and pulled me to him. I was a good foot taller than him, and he gazed up sort of flirty-like and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues darted together, his warm saliva bathing my tongue and making my cock rise against his belly as he put his hands down between us and held our cocks together, upright, in one hand. He moved against me back, running his other hand up and down my sides. "You taste of me," he murmured. "Tastes good."
"C'mon," I took his arm and hand in hand we walked towards the door, trailing our towels behind us, leaving the remaining guys to fuck and suck alone. I took a peek outside the toilet block door, and there was no one about - and my bunkroom was right opposite - so I went first, darting across the lobby then signalling for him to follow quickly and get into my room.
I closed the door behind us, putting the chain across it for security. We didn't want to be disturbed.
My room was a four-bunker, with a set of bunks on either side of the door, each with an upper bunk. This was apparently a quiet time at the hostel so I'd been given this room all on to myself, which had turned out to be real handy. He went over to the window and pulled down the blind. "Leave the light off for now," he whispered, then he came back over to where I stood by the bunks, and wrapped his arms around me. We kissed some more and ran our open mouths round each other's faces as our passion rose yet again, leaving trails of saliva as our tongues trailed over the flesh.
He was a real good-looker with a slightly tanned skin - about 20 I'd have said. "What's your name?" I murmured in his ear. "Why do you want to know?" "It'll be nice to put a name to a memory after we leave here." "It's more...private this way...you know ....intimate strangers...passing through and touching each other's lives for a brief moment." "You're a romantic," I said. "Why do you smile?" "I didn't think there were any romantics left out there." He laughed, a warm friendly laugh. "I'm a whore, just like you," he said quietly, "I just try to give the adventure some warmth. It's all sex and cumming and we'll probably never meet again, so let's make our encounter as exciting as we can." "You excite me, young Mr. Secrecy." "And you certainly excite me."
With that he dropped to his knees, spreading them as he took me into his mouth and tightening his lips around the head as I slid all the way in. He was eager, licking and lapping at my engorged length as though it was the best present he'd ever had. He held my shaft tenderly with one hand as he sucked, while the other hand reached up and ran lightly over my six-pack, caressing my skin with quick, gentle fingers. My eyes stayed on him as he worked, and occasionally he'd peer up as far as he could raise his eyes to meet my gaze, grinning round my cock-head as he paid lip service to me.
Watching him give so much tenderness and care in fellating me I wanted to make this meeting last as long as possible; I wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me, long and hard.
He ran his hand up under me, dipped into my asshole with his index finger then two more fingers, up to the knuckle. I writhed on them, watching as he let my cock slide slowly from his mouth, almost all the way, before sucking me right back in again and sending shockwaves throughout the length of my body.
I could sense that I was easing into cum mode and decided that I'd go with it - it was the least I could do for such a diligent cock-sucker so I let that delicious tingle grow, and carry me along with it as my shaft swelled and filled his mouth. He'd now sensed that I was about to drop my load so he slowed his sucking motions until he was gently swallowing my whole length from head to bush before moving halfway back up the stem then tightening his lips around it while licking my piss-slit.
He was driving me mad with desire and he knew it.
He did that repeatedly until I could take no more and simply had to let go, and his eyes suddenly shut tight as I flooded his mouth, and little white trickles soon forced their way through at the corners of his mouth. He held one hand under his chin, as my juice oozed out from between his lips, then he pulled my cock out as it still spurted cum, flinging his head back, his eyes fixed on mine, then opened his mouth wide as if to show me the white viscous load he was holding there before swallowing.
All the time my cock leapt in his hand, sending further pulses of hot spunk, the flow gradually slowing as he brought his head back to my piss-slit and ran his lips over the end before licking his fingers clean.
I swayed for a moment before pulling him to his feet and then kissed him full on his open, splashed mouth as we passed my jizz back and forth between us until he'd finished swallowing.
"Good?" he asked, gasping, his face flushed and white-flecked. "The best."
Just then, from the room next door there came a thud against the wall and a muffled cry. "Oh fuck!! YES! YES!" I looked at him and we both grinned. "Sounds like someone's got the honeymoon suite!" he murmured. Again the cries came. "OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Oh YESS!!!" I mouthed, mimicking'Fuck me! Oh Yes!' and he laughed behind his hand - on the assumption that if we could hear them they could hear us.
Then the bunk next door began to creak, first in a rapid regular rhythm, then becoming faster and faster, while the cries continued though now they were slightly muffled.
There came a last desperate, anguished cry, which was cut off abruptly, followed by a long sigh until at last it seemed to be over, and the creaking stopped.
He held my drained cock in his hand, then moved and caressed me again. I wiped some more flecks of cum from his cheek. "You'd like me to fuck you?" he asked quietly. "Only if I can fuck you afterwards." "Seems fair to me," he smiled again, and I took a tube of lube from the low cabinet next to the bunk then he lay back on the bunk while I smeared some lube over his beautiful cock and them smeared some round my ring.
I flung the tube onto the top bunk as I moved over and straddled his thighs.
Kneeling either side of him I slowly lowered myself onto his body while he held his cock firmly upright until the tip was against my puckered ring, then I sank onto him taking his warm, hard flesh up into me. With a gasp, he flung his head back against the pillow, mouth wide open and eyes closed as I sat flat stride his abdomen, then he rested his hands on my hips and brought his head forward as our eyes met. "You have a beautiful ass," he murmured in a slightly shaky voice, stroking my skin. "So I've been told." I began to rise on him, his cock leaving me, briefly, before I lowered myself onto him again, making him open his eyes and mouth wide in a silent cry. There's no feeling of excitement anywhere in the world to compare with that of a man's hard, firm cock fully erect inside your body, stretching and seeking and exploring the wonders of the inner man. I shivered with pleasure and watched his face as the expressions of ecstasy showed.
He opened his mouth again, as I wriggled on him and his hands gripped my thighs a little tighter.
Unless I was very much mistaken, he looked like he wasn't too far from climaxing.
"Oh God," he hissed. "That's good! That's so fucking good!" I rose from him again, my eyes not leaving him for a moment as again I wriggled, and again his face twisted in an agony of passion. "Don't...don't do that or...I...I'm...gonna...ooooohhh!" he murmured, half talking to himself as he tried to get a grip. "Gettin' to you?" I spoke softly as if not to disturb his thoughts. "Oh fuckohfuckohfuck!" Was all he could say.
I rose slowly once more, dragging his cock from me and his mouth formed an O, hands clutched the empty air as I lifted my body from him, until just the very tip of his cock was left inside me, before sinking back down, even slower, to feel his bush bristling wetly against my ass cheeks.
I was in control and he knew it.
He could think all the non-sexual thoughts he liked, but he was going to shoot his load up inside me before very long and he knew it.
I began to play with him again, giving that sexy little wiggle before rising and falling faster a half dozen times, and enjoying watching his expression change as I drove him out of his skull. His forehead was shiny with sweat, and his hands flailed in the air as if fighting against the inevitable "No more! Oh please no more, I can't take it...I'm gonna....oh FUCK! Here it comes you fuckin' BITCH!"
He gripped my thighs tightly, his face a distorted mask, as if glaring at me for bringing him to this, and a tiny hot stab in my guts told me he'd totally lost the plot as his thighs rose beneath me while I pressed down on him as h finally let go his load. He voiced an enormous, hoarse roar, spraying spit and saliva up at me while his boiling spunk filled me. The force of his orgasm took me aback, almost as if he'd not made love for days - it was the sort of load I'd have expected from a marine on leave for the first time in years.
I relished the inner heat as his essence flooded me, while he shuddered and writhed beneath me, his head thrashing back and forth against the pillow until he flung his head right back, and kept it there, as I felt the flow subside within me, which was when I raised myself from him, feeling, and hearing his spunk bubbling out from me, gushing down the insides of my thigh and onto his groin.
Swinging myself over, I lay down and stretched out alongside him on the bunk, and he turned his head sleepily towards me, then reached down his hand and brought it back up with cum hanging from it like lace curtains.
We kissed and his lips and breath now almost scalded my face.
And I wanted him.
Fuck how I wanted him!
Reaching out for the towels that we'd flung on the floor as we'd come into my room, I bunched them up and gave them to him so he could mop up the cum - and we both had to do it because there was just so fucking much - and all the time my own erection was hard and painful and swaying around drooling pre-cum like a leaky faucet. He looked down and saw my cock, straining up and dark-headed ready to explode. "You want me?" he asked in a pleading voice. "I want you so much,"
I was surprised how hoarse and urgent my voice had become, with longing for his ass.
He turned over towards me, laying on his side and stroking my face and looking deep into my eyes, then he rested up onto his elbow before rising and moving over me, then he slid off the bunk to stand and look down at me. "Fuck me from behind. Like I'm your whore," he said quietly, grabbing the tube of lube and smearing it generously behind him. I shifted over as he slid onto the bunk next to me, rolled onto his belly with his ass raised in the air.
I didn't need an engraved invitation.