Greg
by: justjames17

(Copyright 2007 by the author)

 

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Chapter 6

 

I lay there on the bed tensed quivering with anticipation of being speared by Con's huge fat member, as Simon climbed onto the bed in front of me waving his cum coated cock at my face. I could smell the bleachy scent of his sperm along with the musky humid aroma of my innards, Simon wriggled closer and rubbed the slimy tool on my lips as Con forced his huge thick cock head into my puffy pussy. I gasped at the pain giving Simon the opportunity to slide that slimed schlong into my mouth; I gagged as he thrust it deep grabbing me by the ears to hold my face in place. I was like a pig on a spit and felt the massive and aching intrusion as Con filled my tender abused bum with his massive Greek prong.

I was completely at their mercy and I gave in knowing I couldn't stop what was occurring both guys were away in the land of lust as they rammed me front and back. My bruised ring and now puffy lips pouted on their boners as they used me to achieve mastery and fulfilment. I looked up at Simon and saw the expression of lust and pleasure stamped on his face as he humped into my mouth and gulping strangling throat, the slamming of Con's hips into my bruised arse cheeks attested to his pleasure as hid grunts of pleasure echoed around my ringing ears. Simon came first his pubic mound stuffed painfully to my nose cutting of my air supply as his cock throbbed and spat down my gullet. I felt my balls tightening as con's cock rubbed and stroked my excited gland stirring my climax which soon had me blowing cum all over the bed triggering the young Greek God behind me to erupt spewing his hot magma into my stretched soggy tunnel while my swollen ring strangled his huge tool.

Simon held me tight to his crotch as I writhed and choked on his deluge, I was close to blacking out when he eased back a little allowing me to snort air into my aching nose, I coughed and cum squirted from my nostrils and oozed down my top lip to coat his embedded erection. Simon stared down at me with a superior expression as Con slid his pole slowly and greasily from my flooded arse and slid a towel under me to catch the slimy discharge. The smell of cum overpowering from my flooded sinuses and nostrils, I felt the cold air in my rectum as the hot cock exited leaving my gaping ring. Simon pulled his cock out of my gullet as I swallowed again and again my throat caressing his slippery sausage.

I dropped to the bed and lay there panting, snorting and groaning my body completely defeated as Con and Simon stood watching me while they dressed getting ready to leave. Simon sat on the bed next to me to tie his shoelaces and whispered to me, "Thanks Peter you are a good sport and a great root my friend, I hope you come back again soon to enjoy our hotel's hospitality."

I groaned and rolled onto my back saying, "Struth mate I doubt my body can take too much more of this hospitality, you nearly killed me just now and I doubt my arse will ever fully recover."

Con bent over me and kissed me softly saying, "Thanks Peter, you were a good sport taking my cock like that, not too many guys can take it fully the way you did."

The two guys left me recuperating as some of the mix of Simon and Con's cum drained from my aching arse, my repeated belches brought back the taste of Simon's cum in my mouth. I finally staggered to my feet picked up the towel and cleaned up my arse, crotch and thighs as I staggered to the bathroom to shower my reeking body. Showering took ages and I enjoyed the warm soothing spray of water as I soaped my aching body, I finally felt clean and turned off the shower to dry myself then I felt the urgent need to empty my flooded bowels I collapsed on the toilet and emptied out feeling much better after cleaning myself.

I was exhausted and the warm shower had made me sleepy so it was off to bed to sleep like a log. I awoke next morning feeling hung over and my arse and throat ached abominably as I sat up in bed my head was spinning I wondered if I could fly the plane in my condition. I decided to order breakfast and see if that improved my condition so I called room service and ordered my meal, cereal, bacon and eggs with a pot of tea and freshly squeezed orange juice. I washed my face and sat waiting for room service to deliver the breakfast, finally a knock on the door announced its arrival and I called out to come in.

The door opened and a young teenager about 18, if he was lucky, entered pushing a trolley loaded with my meal, he set it out on the table as I watched his lithe young body moving smoothly about. The lad pulled out the chair for me and I moved to the table sitting as he pushed the chair under me. I set to as the lad left the room, the meal was well prepared and I enjoyed it immensely feeling much better as I finished eating wiping my lips with the serviette. I sat back and picked up the complimentary newspaper and read it while sipping on my third cup of tea.

To be continued...

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Posted: 09/21/07