I love hotels. Not for their comfort or cuisine but their ability to lower people's inhibitions. There's something about a hotel room that's intensely magical; step inside and you become just one of hundreds of strangers in the building, thrown together by circumstance. Families or couples on holiday, business people on stopovers, honeymooners and busloads of tourists make up small-knit groups of strangers that mill about in the lobby and gradually disperse to their personal, rented spaces for the night. And there's plenty of opportunity to enjoy the relative anonymity that affords. Moreso, it... Continue»
Several years ago, when I was 15, there was a school trip to Holland. We spent a week in Amsterdam and the teachers gave us lots of free time. Me and a few friends went into the red light district and looked in all the windows and gazed at all the stuff. We couldn't buy anything but there were some of us who almost passed for 18 and on the last day they went in and stole magazines.
The ferry back to the UK was an overnight ride so we were all split up into groups and allocated cabins. When it came to me and my friend, we got a four man cabin to ourselves. We dumped our stuff and went off to watch the entertainment and explore the ferry. The entertainment was a cabaret. All the girls were wearing next to nothing. I loved it and got really horny watching them dance.
Everyone drifted off to bed in ones and twos till eventually it was just me and my friend left wandering the ferry. We went back to the cabin at about 1 in the morning. We got ready for bed and lay down in our bunks. He was sl**ping in the bunk above me. About ten minutes after he'd turned the light out I realised what he was doing. The mattresses were wafer thin and there was no doubting what the movement was. He was jacking off.
I'd seen lots of Gay sex toys and magazines in the red light district and it had made me very curious at the time. My mate was handsome and fit. All of a sudden the idea of seeing his cock or joining in was the main thought in my mind. I reached up to where his but was and pressed my hand against it.
He jumped off his bunk and demanded to know what I was doing. He was stark naked and his cock was rock hard. He was about 8 inches and cut. I got hard very quickly. I lied and told him that I just wanted him to know I was awake. I suggested we look at some of the magazines that we'd stolen.
He was okay with that so we took his ten magazines and sat on my bunk looking at them. I wasn't really looking at them. I was desperate to touch his cock. He must have been horny or teasing because he never covered up. I decided to get naked too and took off my Pyjama bottoms. I knew at that moment what was going to happen. He smiled as my cock sprang out of my pyjamas. He got up and made me stand next to him, measuring his cock against mine. He joked about the size difference as I sat back down on the bunk. My head was now the same height as his crotch. I looked up at him.
"Can I touch yours," I asked.
His face froze for a second then he nodded. I gingerly reached out a hand and touched his cock. It twitched as I touched it but it didn't shrink. I just brushed it against my hand.
"Grab it," he said suddenly. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand round his hard rod and pulled at it gently. I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed, his teeth biting his lower lip. He was ENJOYING it! I decided to see how far I could go. I gently tugged him closer and once he was close enough I let go. He opened his eyes and looked at me in surprise. He watched me smile and then I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his dick. He grinned like a Cheshire cat as I licked under his purple head. Before I knew what had happened he put his hand on my head and pushed his throbbing cock into my slavering mouth. It was a wet blow job. I was slobbering and dribbling all over the bed as he pushed it deeper into my throat. I gagged a couple of times.
It was messy. He came in my mouth in one big spurt. It was a huge load. I must have looked like such a mess as I lay back. I had a raging erection, I was sweaty, I had cum and saliva dribbling down my chin and across my chest.
He stood over me stroking his cock. "That was amazing" he whispered. I was gasping after the savagery of the moment. "Any time" I smiled and grunted.
He lay down beside me on a bunk that was becoming wet as his cream and my sweat mingled and drained onto it. Our cocks were touching and his hand teased my nipple and spread spunk over me. "You look like such a slut" he said then laughed. I went red with embarrassment.
He reached down and gripped my cock hard. As I gasped he kissed me. He kissed me as he stroked. After a little while he took my testicles in his hand and massaged them. I was fit to burst. He stopped kissing me and told me there was something he'd wanted to try. He got me to sit up on all fours and got behind me. I was enjoying myself but I didn't want to try anal so soon. I told him and he said not to worry. As soon as he said it, I felt his face in my buttocks. He licked and tongued my hole. I almost collapsed into the bed when he slowly stroked my cock as he did it. After a few minutes I told him that I was going to cum. He stopped and lay underneath me with his head under my cock. He took my cock, shiny with pre cum, and began to suck me from underneath. I came. Not one spurt like his but again and again. He was giggling as it splattered all over his face and into his mouth. He stood up, stroking his cock fast and he came again over my ass and back.
We lay together and promised each other it would be our secret. We didn't get to sl**p for long. We were so horny when we woke up that we wanked for each other in the morning before we showered. Sitting next to each other on the bus home we barely spoke. We smiled when we caught the others eye and everyone assumed there was some sort of in-joke. In the months after we got home we had fun and played around a lot. There are more stories. I might add them one day.