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Friday Night - Hotel Blenheim
By Les Lea

They regarded 206 as their room. For the past 27 months Gerry and Dave had booked this room for two nights, the last Friday of the month, every month. Well apart from last February, when that room was flooded by a previous guest and they were moved to 404… it wasn't the same. Pushing that memory to the back of their minds Gerry and Dave met at 1800 hours (part of Gerry's military background) where Dave would already be in place, naked, face down on the bed and with his well lubed arse in the air.  Gerry never wasted a second and by 1805 hours was himself stripped and plunging his 8" long and 3" thick cock up his mate's tight but willing hole. That first fuck was all about getting the month's demons and frustrations out of the way and for the next, well anything from 10 minutes to four hours, Gerry would pump Dave hard and expertly until they were both knackered and dripping an ocean of sweat. Once that initial angry, highly forceful shag
 was out of the way, they settled down to a weekend of slow erotic passion-fuelled sex that both could enjoy; giving, taking and sometimes annoying their fellow guests with shrieks and cries as their exploration developed. Dave loved the way Gerry took command of him and his body. The past 27 months had been an awakening for him and he'd loved the way the ex-Army Captain had found ways of using and giving pleasure to his body. Gerry's thick dick had been a nightmare to begin with but the possessor of such a potent tool had not held back, even on their first night together, and Dave felt he was now a much better man for it. Even if after that first meeting he had walked around as if he had a rolled up newspaper shoved up is arse.  Up until he lost his battle to prevent that thick piece of Gerry opening him up, Dave had been a self-centred, no fun, moody little officious cunt. Gerry had taught him that life was not all about meeting targets, making the
 books balance and living a miserable life alone… it was about new experiences, learning, teaching, exploring and ultimately enjoying whatever was on offer. Dave would be anticipating this monthly event excitedly from the moment they went their separate ways the following Sunday lunchtime… but my God… those few days of unbelievable hard and continuous sex made the wait worth while.

In Room 615, on the top floor, Barry Chambers was having his quiet weekly session with Marilyn… the blow-up doll he was cheating on his wife with. Next door, oddly enough, and quite by chance, Tim Charlton was also enjoying the delights of his blow-up doll, Big Jim. Tim often thought that Big Jim was his ideal man; took very little effort to maintain (although this was his 3rd Big Jim; the others having gone the way of all inflatable plastic characters) and he was able to live out a whole succession of fantasies without having to worry about much at all - except occasionally where to get his next Big Jim should he have over stretched the shiny fabric and Big Jim had gone down on him. As Barry was entering the slippery plastic entrance to his Marilyn, Big Jim was getting his slimy, well used butt hole creamed for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Tim was keeping Big Jim's penetration of his own bum as a special treat later. He'd adapted
 Jim's original 8" thick knob of rubber and made it a 10" monster. With a head full of poppers he knew that he would wriggle that huge thing deep up his arse and bounce around on his flexible friend until he came in buckets and splashed the easy-wipe figure with his salty load.

On that same Friday in Room 440, Lecky, a newly imported rent boy from Armenia was having his first anal experience at the hands… sorry… cock, of Mr Masters (a pseudonym for the occasion). Mr Masters, or Brian Armitage to his colleagues at Dixons, loved his rent boy nights. He had been hiring a new lad every Friday night for the past 14 weeks, ever since he got sick of his young crowd of work-mates bragging about who they shagged or how pissed they'd got at the weekend. He would join in on the Monday morning bragging session by just saying he had had a nice piece of young tail (none gender specific) and smile happily to himself at the thought of some of the thing he'd gotten these lads, fresh off the truck, to perform. He paid well, so that the agency always sent him the newest recruits… although recruits might not be the correct term… and he broke them in well. Being a big guy in all respects… he wasn't scared of the lads when they
 reacted badly or even threatened him, he would just deal with them in the appropriate way and spend several hours shagging their tight virgin butts until they couldn't take any more… then he'd fuck them all over again. His cum would be trickling out of the young guy's every orifice by the time he'd done, although strangely, he did occasionally have pangs of conscience, he often felt guilty about the state he left the sheets in. Lecky was very responsive for a first timer and loved the way this Daddy figure dominated and used his young body, his only wish was; if only he could have found someone to do the same back in his homeland. As Mr Master's, shortened to Master so that young Lecky could say it loud and clear (other than Yes and No his English wasn't that good), fucked the boy's traumatised arse hole for the second time… the lad's "No Master" was met with wilder, deeper fucks as the bed vibrated to his vicious but controlled
 sex session. Although the boy was crying from the hurt… he thought that the hurt was good and that this huge man would fall in love with him and take him away from all his worries. Mr Masters loved the way the boy's tight little pink arsehole had turned a bright red as he plunged on in for the umpteenth time that night. He couldn't get over how the boy kept coming back for more and he was only too pleased to give it to him. In fact, he had a bag full of things he wanted to use but had never got around to with most of the other guys. This night, he thought, he'd get to use everything… and that made his orgasm rush deep into the squealing lad.

Bill, Ted, Robbie and Clay had booked a room in the city as the Stag Night they were intending to go on was going to be a pub crawl/clubbing night of epic proportions and they thought having a place nearby to crash out in was a good idea. They were given Room 317, two double beds, which, as they got stripped and ready for their night out became the focus for a lot of banter. Humour gave way to teasing, which gave way to play fighting, and as the lad's were all nearly down to their underwear, the play fighting gave way to groping, cock play and the tweaking of bum cheeks. An unplanned orgy was swiftly underway as Bill forced his surprisingly rigid cock into Clay's open mouth. Clay didn't reject the offer, confirming what the rest of the group thought; that young Clay was a bit of a bender. However, the others soon wanted to try Clay's willing mouth and as there was only one of him, his white nylon undies were pulled off and he was flipped over.
 Still with Bill's cock stuffed in his mouth he was fiercely fucked by both Ted and Robbie. His tight hole actually welcoming his two mates's thrusting dicks. He'd dreamed of this happening while he wanked himself off on many occasions and now as his three team mates made use of him… he was more than happy.  Once Ted and Robbie had spunked their load into the receptive lad they turned their attention to Bill's gyrating butt and as he continued to feed his thick dick into Clay's silky mouth (which was driving him mad with pleasure) Robbie pulled Bill's grey CK trunks down to his knees and pushed his cock wildly into Bill's hairy hole. As Robbie popped past his tight little muscle Bill's slick cock emptied its contents into Clay's warm interior… Ted clicking away taking photos on his mobile phone. They would be late for their Stag do.

Terrence Bailey had, over the time he'd looked after the evening front desk, seen everything. Nothing surprised him and no request could shake him from his avowed intention of making every guest's stay, as memorable as possible. He had worked his way up from being the Hotel's bell-boy in years gone by and was now regarded as a valuable asset to the Blenheim's once faded reputation. These days the Blenheim was busy when other hotels in the city were struggling and that was in no small way down to the reputation that the hotel had gained since Terry had taken on responsibility for promotional activities. Since he had been a bell-boy he knew of the needs of customers. Even at his then tender young age he was propositioned by men and women alike and he loved being able to satisfy the hotel's guests. Even though his young arse might have been filled by some old guy's spunk, or he smelled of giving some woman the pleasure she wasn't receiving
 elsewhere, his pockets were filled with the thanks only the wealthy can bestow. His bank balance was on the up as he shagged everyone who asked… at a price, but no body complained… it was the main attraction for most of the repeat guests. Some nights he'd have as many as ten or twelve frustrated guest begging for his attention and, being more than a little cutie with a big cock and willing hole, he'd service all of them as best he could. He loved the fact that so much sex was going on in 'his' hotel and also knew that the book he was writing would earn him even more.

At 7.20pm Mark Lawkins booked in after a long drive down from his home in Scotland. He was there to meet Melinda, a girl he had met on the net and after 'chatting' to her for over 6 months they had eventually decided to meet. At 8pm Melinda arrived and after a meal and a few drinks had gone back to his room, 402, to consummate their friendship. Mark had been incredibly proud of having such a good looking woman on his arm as he'd chatted over dinner and now couldn't wait to get her stripped so he could admire her in the flesh. Melinda coyly went to the bathroom to undress while Mark pulled off his own clothes in a flurry of activity, throwing his jacket, shirt and trousers over a nearby chair, kicking off his shoes and socks before pondering whether to remove his clean white tight nylon boxers. He looked in the mirror and, although he was no Daniel Craig, thought he looked pretty good, already his cock was firming up and bulging out the silky
 material. At that moment Melinda came back into the room wearing a tiny, almost transparent pink Teddy, with matching pink silky bra and tiny pink silky panties shimmering underneath. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and as she sexily pushed the stray curls from across her face Mark's cock burst out of the fly hole of his shorts. All of Mark's fantasies were coming together at once and as she turned out the main light he settled back onto the bed. Melinda slowly approached and gently took his throbbing cock into her own small warm hand and caressed it, making Mark moan and his cock to leap uncontrollably. His dick was magnificent. Nine and three quarter inches of straight, veiny, throbbing pleasure that he'd not wanked for ages in eager anticipation of this night. My God he'd wanted to. Hell, he'd almost been bent double at work trying to hide his huge boney monster from his colleagues… and the shear agony he sometimes felt as the
 bloody thing would continue to pulse in his pants as he tried desperately to think of other things. Now Melinda was here with him and she was going to get the full benefit. Inside her pretty little pink panties Melinda was also getting a hard on. Her own dick was beginning to fill out the shiny fabric and form a very nice bulge. Nowhere near the size of Mark's rampant cock she tentatively licked the oozing piss slit of her man and made him shudder with pleasure. Mark was so worked up he found it hard to hold back and begged Melinda to let him fuck her. His hands reached out to the swelling little panties and his hand caressed her pulsating cock. He smiled at her, reached up to the waistband and dragged them down. Melinda's stiff little cock bounced up rigid but Mark just flipped her over and gently fingered her slightly lubricated butt hole. Seeing that she was already prepared, he slowly introduced his huge pole to her tight pussy. It was at this
 point that Mark went into over drive, whispering encouragement as he forced his cock further up into Melinda's tight anal channel. Melinda had never had something so big up there before but realised that her place was to take whatever was given… that was the position in life she had given herself. Ever since Malcolm had become Melinda, two years earlier, all her hopes and fears were balanced on how tonight went. Mark knew all about the pre-op and was more turned on than ever when he found he was going to be the first to take Melinda's (as Melinda) virginity. Mark even had dreams of being the first after the operation as well and that had also sent his cock throbbing in shear anticipation. Soon Mark was deep in to his girl's quim and thrusting nicely into an extremely tight anus. He pulled her onto her knees so that he could feel her tits as he thrust further into her. The silky bra giving him another thrill as his hands searched for those tiny
 little nipples he desperately wanted to squeeze. Mark couldn't believe his luck and thrilled to his deep shagging of this glorious, dainty, feminine 'woman' he held in his arms. His powerful dick depositing load after load deep in her channel and making her moan in shear ecstasy.

Room 163 had Hard Ken and Tommy as its guest for the night. To be truthful, it was only the bathroom that ever got used as Hard Ken pissed on, and then fucked Tommy for three hours before he had to go back to his wife. Once Hard Ken had left it wasn't unknown for Terry to leave the front desk, leaving his deputy, Alan, to look after things, as he disappeared up to 163 and take over… giving Tommy a sound thrashing and making sure that his piss and spunk filled arse was left red and well topped up.

Alan was Terry's 'nephew'. At just 18 he was already on the way to matching the exploits of his ever encouraging 'uncle'. He lived for sex, any time, any place, anywhere and for an eighteen year-old was very accomplished in his repertoire and always eager to learn. Terry had been teaching him for a number of years and Alan loved to feel his 'uncle's' cock battering either his throat or his young butt. He liked the feel of deep penetration the best of all but would deny Terry nothing he wanted to do… and Terry did everything with the lad. Sometimes the boy would be tied up for hours with weights hanging from his cock or tits, or there'd be a big dildo slowly being buried up his tight chute… perhaps taking hours to fill him completely; so slow and perfect were the sensations that built up in his young body. He'd been gagged and beaten, then fucked for hours by his 'uncle' and his friends, whilst his own cock was tied up and he
 wasn't able to come. Even when he was bucking around as his little nut of a prostate was rubbed raw and he was desperate to unload... his uncle kept him teetering on the brink of orgasm… teaching him self control… or so that's what he told Alan. Alan loved his 'uncle' and was already forming a plan of what to do to surprise his boss when he'd finished with that weird guy in room 163.

Across the hall in Room 162, Barry was introducing Mike to his newly bought, 12" long dildo. Mike was busy sucking on Paul's cock to know the size of the monster that was about to rip his sphincter apart but he trusted Barry to take him to his limits and not exceed them. However, with Paul's cock resting at the back of his throat he was only concentrating on that when his legs were lifted high and he felt the presence of something being introduced to his clenching hole. With Paul straddling his chest and the dick down his throat, Paul looped his arms around Mike's legs and pushed them back against the bed posts, which meant Barry could take aim with the big black piece of rubber and slowly insert it deep into his favourite arse hole. Their would be a lot of crying and pleading this night as Mike was taken to a new level of slavedom.

Around the corner from the Blenheim, Will was sipping his pint of lager nervously as he listened to Bill's small talk. Will was a young guy with floppy mucky blond hair who was meeting another gay man for the very first time. To be honest he was a bit scared of what might happen but was desperate that something should. Bill had promised to treat him to a slow and sensual massage and the idea had appealed to the tense young man. Being touched by another guy… being in a room with another gay guy was… well… a fantastic idea but he was unsure about the man opposite, Bill wasn't what he said he was. In the chat-room where they'd met several weeks earlier, Bill had said he was 32, rugby players build and quite athletic… that guy now talking to him wasn't the guy he had expected. Will nodded occasionally when asked a question but basically he listened to what was being said… but not taking much in. Bill was quite edgy himself as he talked
 absolute rubbish to the nervous young lad sat across from him. Earlier he'd booked in at the Blenheim, gone to the room and laid out candles, incense, oils and some sexy silk underwear that he hoped he'd get to see his young guest dressed in. He was excited and nervy, hopeful yet doubtful that anything would happen this night but as he talked to the lad he couldn't help feel that he had clicked in some way… and that made him more animated and his talk was all complements and humour. He found, for the first time in many years, that he could talk to this lad without worrying. If things didn't work out… then fine… if they did… even better. He relaxed… and saw the lad smile for the first time at one of his jokes. The boy looked stunning when he smiled. 
Will was mulling things over in his head. He felt a bit betrayed about the way Bill had described himself but there was no doubt that now he was here with the man; no oil painting nor a guy the exuded athletic prowess… but he was a guy… and that is what he wanted most, contact with another gay male. So, when Bill asked him if he'd like that massage now, he finished his pint and went off with him. He hadn't known about the room and his nerves started again as the young receptionist gave him a knowing wink as he entered the lift with Bill. Room 420 smelled wonderful. Rich aromas from the lit candles and the scented oils made him relax immediately into the room's warm embrace. Bill was desperate to take the lad in his own arms but thought he'd let Will make the first move… he was now confident that tonight would be the night to end his years of pent up frustration. Bill told his visitor to take his clothes off and Will, rather shyly, went off
 to the bathroom to strip. Bill was out of his own clothes in seconds and pulled on a pair of silky blue boxers. He went and knocked gently on the bathroom door and was greeted by a weak, nervous little voice asking him to be patient. The door opened slightly when told that he had something for him and Bill passed another pair of silky boxers to the boy. Ten long minutes later Will entered the room wearing just his gift and, in the flickering candle light, looked absolutely stunning. Bill could hardly believe the transformation and was more than pleased with what he was about to play with. Will climbed onto the bed and lay face down while Bill oiled up his hands to begin his slow massage. That first touch, had Will rock hard and as Bill worked his fingers down the lad's back towards his arse, Will was desperate to cum. For the next 20 minutes Bill picked up on the moans and groans as his fingers inched under the waistband of those lovely shorts that
 emphasised the boy's bum so well, and he eased them down to reveal the dark crack that lead to the little tight joy hole that he thought he'd  soon have invading. Straddling the bed Bill forced his cock to follow the crack's path until it jutted against Will's tight little butt. The squirming under him made it clear to Bill that more pressure was needed. This was all happening quicker than he could have hoped for and he sank his thankful throbbing cock as deep into the lad in one quick move. He couldn't help himself. The scream could probably have been heard two floors down but Bill was in now and had no intention of getting out until he was finished. Will was with his first man and Bill was having his first fuck in three years… yes it was three years to the day since his partner Roger had died… and tonight was the night he moved on. Will had no idea what to expect and was… well… 'rogered' by Bill as he fucked the lad passionately
 but wildly for the rest of the night. Will's virgin hole was opened wide as the older and experienced man ploughed in deeply - regularly making the boy shoot his load over and over again.

So while Lecky was getting paid to give up his arse in room 440… along the corridor Will was giving his up for free. He didn't have the experience to know if this was what gay life was all about but as Bill sunk his dick and swivelled his hips producing a squeal of intense pain, yet marvelling at his cock spurting yet another load into his sodden shorts, he wondered if this is what being gay was all about. He wasn't to know that by morning he would be the one begging Bill to fuck him one more time and it would be him who fell head-over-heals for this 'fucking' man. 

Meanwhile, in reception, Terry had returned to the desk and beckoned Alan to join him in the office. The CCTV screen could be seen from where they were so they could keep track on any comings and goings but on another screen next to that they could watch what was happening in certain rooms. They'd heard the scream from Room 420 but the lighting was awful and they could only make out shadow outlines. However, there was no mistaking the movement in the shadows which meant that someone was getting a hard and ferocious shagging. They flitted around a few more rooms but nothing much was happening so Terry pointed for Alan to take the floor in front of him and, well trained, Alan dropped to his knees.  His rank and slimy dick throbbed out of his fly as Terry pointed it at his kneeling 'nephew'. Without a word, Alan took it into his mouth and sucked and deep throated that famous thick cock for all he was worth. He wanted to give pleasure and knew, if he
 played his cards right, he'd be getting that thick piece of Terry up his ever twitching butt-hole. After 15 minutes of sucking he found himself bare-assed on the desk getting it pumped hard and heavy by his ever ready uncle. 

Once finished, Alan went about his other work as soon as Terry returned to reception and went about his other duties. He made sure the kitchen was spotless, the dining room ready for the breakfast service and took the garbage out the back to the hotels massive bins. In the dim light he threw the large plastic sacks into the waiting bin and sweated in his tight black trousers and white shirt from his efforts. As the last of the sacks echoed against the side of the metal bins a hand reached across his mouth and he was dragged into even darker shadows. Threatening words were spat into his ear as other hands reached out and pulled at his trousers, as they were dragged to his knees he was forced over a barrel and held there by even more gripping hands. The sudden knowledge of what was about to happen scared and thrilled the young receptionist but his thoughts were jolted as the first urgent thick cock was forced up his Terry-spunked-in shitter. The guys were
 hard and merciless as the pumped Alan's slackening arse. These dark figures had become very scary as they took turns filling his available and easily accessible hole. Load after load was being forced into his tight twitching hole, which involuntarily squeezed and pulsed and gripped each invading spunk engorged, rock hard cock.
On the screen in his office Terry, with a hand down the front of his own tight fitting trousers, watched fascinated and satisfied at what was going on in the hotel's back yard. He knew that to begin with at least Alan would be scared, and this was the bit he liked, but also knew how insatiable his young 'nephew' was and soon he'd be lapping up this little diversion his 'uncle' had provided for him.


By Les Lea

They regarded 206 as their room. For the past 27 months Gerry and Dave had booked this room for two nights, the last Friday of the month, every month. Well apart from last February, when that room was flooded by a previous guest and they were moved to 404… it wasn't the same. Pushing that memory to the back of their minds Gerry and Dave met at 1800 hours (part of Gerry's military background) where Dave would already be in place, naked, face down on the bed and with his well lubed arse in the air.  Gerry never wasted a second and by 1805 hours was himself stripped and plunging his 8" long and 3" thick cock up his mate's tight but willing hole. That first fuck was all about getting the month's demons and frustrations out of the way and for the next, well anything from 10 minutes to four hours, Gerry would pump Dave hard and expertly until they were both knackered and dripping an ocean of sweat. Once that initial angry, highly forceful shag
 was out of the way, they settled down to a weekend of slow erotic passion-fuelled sex that both could enjoy; giving, taking and sometimes annoying their fellow guests with shrieks and cries as their exploration developed. Dave loved the way Gerry took command of him and his body. The past 27 months had been an awakening for him and he'd loved the way the ex-Army Captain had found ways of using and giving pleasure to his body. Gerry's thick dick had been a nightmare to begin with but the possessor of such a potent tool had not held back, even on their first night together, and Dave felt he was now a much better man for it. Even if after that first meeting he had walked around as if he had a rolled up newspaper shoved up is arse.  Up until he lost his battle to prevent that thick piece of Gerry opening him up, Dave had been a self-centred, no fun, moody little officious cunt. Gerry had taught him that life was not all about meeting targets, making the
 books balance and living a miserable life alone… it was about new experiences, learning, teaching, exploring and ultimately enjoying whatever was on offer. Dave would be anticipating this monthly event excitedly from the moment they went their separate ways the following Sunday lunchtime… but my God… those few days of unbelievable hard and continuous sex made the wait worth while.

In Room 615, on the top floor, Barry Chambers was having his quiet weekly session with Marilyn… the blow-up doll he was cheating on his wife with. Next door, oddly enough, and quite by chance, Tim Charlton was also enjoying the delights of his blow-up doll, Big Jim. Tim often thought that Big Jim was his ideal man; took very little effort to maintain (although this was his 3rd Big Jim; the others having gone the way of all inflatable plastic characters) and he was able to live out a whole succession of fantasies without having to worry about much at all - except occasionally where to get his next Big Jim should he have over stretched the shiny fabric and Big Jim had gone down on him. As Barry was entering the slippery plastic entrance to his Marilyn, Big Jim was getting his slimy, well used butt hole creamed for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Tim was keeping Big Jim's penetration of his own bum as a special treat later. He'd adapted
 Jim's original 8" thick knob of rubber and made it a 10" monster. With a head full of poppers he knew that he would wriggle that huge thing deep up his arse and bounce around on his flexible friend until he came in buckets and splashed the easy-wipe figure with his salty load.

On that same Friday in Room 440, Lecky, a newly imported rent boy from Armenia was having his first anal experience at the hands… sorry… cock, of Mr Masters (a pseudonym for the occasion). Mr Masters, or Brian Armitage to his colleagues at Dixons, loved his rent boy nights. He had been hiring a new lad every Friday night for the past 14 weeks, ever since he got sick of his young crowd of work-mates bragging about who they shagged or how pissed they'd got at the weekend. He would join in on the Monday morning bragging session by just saying he had had a nice piece of young tail (none gender specific) and smile happily to himself at the thought of some of the thing he'd gotten these lads, fresh off the truck, to perform. He paid well, so that the agency always sent him the newest recruits… although recruits might not be the correct term… and he broke them in well. Being a big guy in all respects… he wasn't scared of the lads when they
 reacted badly or even threatened him, he would just deal with them in the appropriate way and spend several hours shagging their tight virgin butts until they couldn't take any more… then he'd fuck them all over again. His cum would be trickling out of the young guy's every orifice by the time he'd done, although strangely, he did occasionally have pangs of conscience, he often felt guilty about the state he left the sheets in. Lecky was very responsive for a first timer and loved the way this Daddy figure dominated and used his young body, his only wish was; if only he could have found someone to do the same back in his homeland. As Mr Master's, shortened to Master so that young Lecky could say it loud and clear (other than Yes and No his English wasn't that good), fucked the boy's traumatised arse hole for the second time… the lad's "No Master" was met with wilder, deeper fucks as the bed vibrated to his vicious but controlled
 sex session. Although the boy was crying from the hurt… he thought that the hurt was good and that this huge man would fall in love with him and take him away from all his worries. Mr Masters loved the way the boy's tight little pink arsehole had turned a bright red as he plunged on in for the umpteenth time that night. He couldn't get over how the boy kept coming back for more and he was only too pleased to give it to him. In fact, he had a bag full of things he wanted to use but had never got around to with most of the other guys. This night, he thought, he'd get to use everything… and that made his orgasm rush deep into the squealing lad.

Bill, Ted, Robbie and Clay had booked a room in the city as the Stag Night they were intending to go on was going to be a pub crawl/clubbing night of epic proportions and they thought having a place nearby to crash out in was a good idea. They were given Room 317, two double beds, which, as they got stripped and ready for their night out became the focus for a lot of banter. Humour gave way to teasing, which gave way to play fighting, and as the lad's were all nearly down to their underwear, the play fighting gave way to groping, cock play and the tweaking of bum cheeks. An unplanned orgy was swiftly underway as Bill forced his surprisingly rigid cock into Clay's open mouth. Clay didn't reject the offer, confirming what the rest of the group thought; that young Clay was a bit of a bender. However, the others soon wanted to try Clay's willing mouth and as there was only one of him, his white nylon undies were pulled off and he was flipped over.
 Still with Bill's cock stuffed in his mouth he was fiercely fucked by both Ted and Robbie. His tight hole actually welcoming his two mates's thrusting dicks. He'd dreamed of this happening while he wanked himself off on many occasions and now as his three team mates made use of him… he was more than happy.  Once Ted and Robbie had spunked their load into the receptive lad they turned their attention to Bill's gyrating butt and as he continued to feed his thick dick into Clay's silky mouth (which was driving him mad with pleasure) Robbie pulled Bill's grey CK trunks down to his knees and pushed his cock wildly into Bill's hairy hole. As Robbie popped past his tight little muscle Bill's slick cock emptied its contents into Clay's warm interior… Ted clicking away taking photos on his mobile phone. They would be late for their Stag do.

Terrence Bailey had, over the time he'd looked after the evening front desk, seen everything. Nothing surprised him and no request could shake him from his avowed intention of making every guest's stay, as memorable as possible. He had worked his way up from being the Hotel's bell-boy in years gone by and was now regarded as a valuable asset to the Blenheim's once faded reputation. These days the Blenheim was busy when other hotels in the city were struggling and that was in no small way down to the reputation that the hotel had gained since Terry had taken on responsibility for promotional activities. Since he had been a bell-boy he knew of the needs of customers. Even at his then tender young age he was propositioned by men and women alike and he loved being able to satisfy the hotel's guests. Even though his young arse might have been filled by some old guy's spunk, or he smelled of giving some woman the pleasure she wasn't receiving
 elsewhere, his pockets were filled with the thanks only the wealthy can bestow. His bank balance was on the up as he shagged everyone who asked… at a price, but no body complained… it was the main attraction for most of the repeat guests. Some nights he'd have as many as ten or twelve frustrated guest begging for his attention and, being more than a little cutie with a big cock and willing hole, he'd service all of them as best he could. He loved the fact that so much sex was going on in 'his' hotel and also knew that the book he was writing would earn him even more.

At 7.20pm Mark Lawkins booked in after a long drive down from his home in Scotland. He was there to meet Melinda, a girl he had met on the net and after 'chatting' to her for over 6 months they had eventually decided to meet. At 8pm Melinda arrived and after a meal and a few drinks had gone back to his room, 402, to consummate their friendship. Mark had been incredibly proud of having such a good looking woman on his arm as he'd chatted over dinner and now couldn't wait to get her stripped so he could admire her in the flesh. Melinda coyly went to the bathroom to undress while Mark pulled off his own clothes in a flurry of activity, throwing his jacket, shirt and trousers over a nearby chair, kicking off his shoes and socks before pondering whether to remove his clean white tight nylon boxers. He looked in the mirror and, although he was no Daniel Craig, thought he looked pretty good, already his cock was firming up and bulging out the silky
 material. At that moment Melinda came back into the room wearing a tiny, almost transparent pink Teddy, with matching pink silky bra and tiny pink silky panties shimmering underneath. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and as she sexily pushed the stray curls from across her face Mark's cock burst out of the fly hole of his shorts. All of Mark's fantasies were coming together at once and as she turned out the main light he settled back onto the bed. Melinda slowly approached and gently took his throbbing cock into her own small warm hand and caressed it, making Mark moan and his cock to leap uncontrollably. His dick was magnificent. Nine and three quarter inches of straight, veiny, throbbing pleasure that he'd not wanked for ages in eager anticipation of this night. My God he'd wanted to. Hell, he'd almost been bent double at work trying to hide his huge boney monster from his colleagues… and the shear agony he sometimes felt as the
 bloody thing would continue to pulse in his pants as he tried desperately to think of other things. Now Melinda was here with him and she was going to get the full benefit. Inside her pretty little pink panties Melinda was also getting a hard on. Her own dick was beginning to fill out the shiny fabric and form a very nice bulge. Nowhere near the size of Mark's rampant cock she tentatively licked the oozing piss slit of her man and made him shudder with pleasure. Mark was so worked up he found it hard to hold back and begged Melinda to let him fuck her. His hands reached out to the swelling little panties and his hand caressed her pulsating cock. He smiled at her, reached up to the waistband and dragged them down. Melinda's stiff little cock bounced up rigid but Mark just flipped her over and gently fingered her slightly lubricated butt hole. Seeing that she was already prepared, he slowly introduced his huge pole to her tight pussy. It was at this
 point that Mark went into over drive, whispering encouragement as he forced his cock further up into Melinda's tight anal channel. Melinda had never had something so big up there before but realised that her place was to take whatever was given… that was the position in life she had given herself. Ever since Malcolm had become Melinda, two years earlier, all her hopes and fears were balanced on how tonight went. Mark knew all about the pre-op and was more turned on than ever when he found he was going to be the first to take Melinda's (as Melinda) virginity. Mark even had dreams of being the first after the operation as well and that had also sent his cock throbbing in shear anticipation. Soon Mark was deep in to his girl's quim and thrusting nicely into an extremely tight anus. He pulled her onto her knees so that he could feel her tits as he thrust further into her. The silky bra giving him another thrill as his hands searched for those tiny
 little nipples he desperately wanted to squeeze. Mark couldn't believe his luck and thrilled to his deep shagging of this glorious, dainty, feminine 'woman' he held in his arms. His powerful dick depositing load after load deep in her channel and making her moan in shear ecstasy.

Room 163 had Hard Ken and Tommy as its guest for the night. To be truthful, it was only the bathroom that ever got used as Hard Ken pissed on, and then fucked Tommy for three hours before he had to go back to his wife. Once Hard Ken had left it wasn't unknown for Terry to leave the front desk, leaving his deputy, Alan, to look after things, as he disappeared up to 163 and take over… giving Tommy a sound thrashing and making sure that his piss and spunk filled arse was left red and well topped up.

Alan was Terry's 'nephew'. At just 18 he was already on the way to matching the exploits of his ever encouraging 'uncle'. He lived for sex, any time, any place, anywhere and for an eighteen year-old was very accomplished in his repertoire and always eager to learn. Terry had been teaching him for a number of years and Alan loved to feel his 'uncle's' cock battering either his throat or his young butt. He liked the feel of deep penetration the best of all but would deny Terry nothing he wanted to do… and Terry did everything with the lad. Sometimes the boy would be tied up for hours with weights hanging from his cock or tits, or there'd be a big dildo slowly being buried up his tight chute… perhaps taking hours to fill him completely; so slow and perfect were the sensations that built up in his young body. He'd been gagged and beaten, then fucked for hours by his 'uncle' and his friends, whilst his own cock was tied up and he
 wasn't able to come. Even when he was bucking around as his little nut of a prostate was rubbed raw and he was desperate to unload... his uncle kept him teetering on the brink of orgasm… teaching him self control… or so that's what he told Alan. Alan loved his 'uncle' and was already forming a plan of what to do to surprise his boss when he'd finished with that weird guy in room 163.

Across the hall in Room 162, Barry was introducing Mike to his newly bought, 12" long dildo. Mike was busy sucking on Paul's cock to know the size of the monster that was about to rip his sphincter apart but he trusted Barry to take him to his limits and not exceed them. However, with Paul's cock resting at the back of his throat he was only concentrating on that when his legs were lifted high and he felt the presence of something being introduced to his clenching hole. With Paul straddling his chest and the dick down his throat, Paul looped his arms around Mike's legs and pushed them back against the bed posts, which meant Barry could take aim with the big black piece of rubber and slowly insert it deep into his favourite arse hole. Their would be a lot of crying and pleading this night as Mike was taken to a new level of slavedom.

Around the corner from the Blenheim, Will was sipping his pint of lager nervously as he listened to Bill's small talk. Will was a young guy with floppy mucky blond hair who was meeting another gay man for the very first time. To be honest he was a bit scared of what might happen but was desperate that something should. Bill had promised to treat him to a slow and sensual massage and the idea had appealed to the tense young man. Being touched by another guy… being in a room with another gay guy was… well… a fantastic idea but he was unsure about the man opposite, Bill wasn't what he said he was. In the chat-room where they'd met several weeks earlier, Bill had said he was 32, rugby players build and quite athletic… that guy now talking to him wasn't the guy he had expected. Will nodded occasionally when asked a question but basically he listened to what was being said… but not taking much in. Bill was quite edgy himself as he talked
 absolute rubbish to the nervous young lad sat across from him. Earlier he'd booked in at the Blenheim, gone to the room and laid out candles, incense, oils and some sexy silk underwear that he hoped he'd get to see his young guest dressed in. He was excited and nervy, hopeful yet doubtful that anything would happen this night but as he talked to the lad he couldn't help feel that he had clicked in some way… and that made him more animated and his talk was all complements and humour. He found, for the first time in many years, that he could talk to this lad without worrying. If things didn't work out… then fine… if they did… even better. He relaxed… and saw the lad smile for the first time at one of his jokes. The boy looked stunning when he smiled. 
Will was mulling things over in his head. He felt a bit betrayed about the way Bill had described himself but there was no doubt that now he was here with the man; no oil painting nor a guy the exuded athletic prowess… but he was a guy… and that is what he wanted most, contact with another gay male. So, when Bill asked him if he'd like that massage now, he finished his pint and went off with him. He hadn't known about the room and his nerves started again as the young receptionist gave him a knowing wink as he entered the lift with Bill. Room 420 smelled wonderful. Rich aromas from the lit candles and the scented oils made him relax immediately into the room's warm embrace. Bill was desperate to take the lad in his own arms but thought he'd let Will make the first move… he was now confident that tonight would be the night to end his years of pent up frustration. Bill told his visitor to take his clothes off and Will, rather shyly, went off
 to the bathroom to strip. Bill was out of his own clothes in seconds and pulled on a pair of silky blue boxers. He went and knocked gently on the bathroom door and was greeted by a weak, nervous little voice asking him to be patient. The door opened slightly when told that he had something for him and Bill passed another pair of silky boxers to the boy. Ten long minutes later Will entered the room wearing just his gift and, in the flickering candle light, looked absolutely stunning. Bill could hardly believe the transformation and was more than pleased with what he was about to play with. Will climbed onto the bed and lay face down while Bill oiled up his hands to begin his slow massage. That first touch, had Will rock hard and as Bill worked his fingers down the lad's back towards his arse, Will was desperate to cum. For the next 20 minutes Bill picked up on the moans and groans as his fingers inched under the waistband of those lovely shorts that
 emphasised the boy's bum so well, and he eased them down to reveal the dark crack that lead to the little tight joy hole that he thought he'd  soon have invading. Straddling the bed Bill forced his cock to follow the crack's path until it jutted against Will's tight little butt. The squirming under him made it clear to Bill that more pressure was needed. This was all happening quicker than he could have hoped for and he sank his thankful throbbing cock as deep into the lad in one quick move. He couldn't help himself. The scream could probably have been heard two floors down but Bill was in now and had no intention of getting out until he was finished. Will was with his first man and Bill was having his first fuck in three years… yes it was three years to the day since his partner Roger had died… and tonight was the night he moved on. Will had no idea what to expect and was… well… 'rogered' by Bill as he fucked the lad passionately
 but wildly for the rest of the night. Will's virgin hole was opened wide as the older and experienced man ploughed in deeply - regularly making the boy shoot his load over and over again.

So while Lecky was getting paid to give up his arse in room 440… along the corridor Will was giving his up for free. He didn't have the experience to know if this was what gay life was all about but as Bill sunk his dick and swivelled his hips producing a squeal of intense pain, yet marvelling at his cock spurting yet another load into his sodden shorts, he wondered if this is what being gay was all about. He wasn't to know that by morning he would be the one begging Bill to fuck him one more time and it would be him who fell head-over-heals for this 'fucking' man. 

Meanwhile, in reception, Terry had returned to the desk and beckoned Alan to join him in the office. The CCTV screen could be seen from where they were so they could keep track on any comings and goings but on another screen next to that they could watch what was happening in certain rooms. They'd heard the scream from Room 420 but the lighting was awful and they could only make out shadow outlines. However, there was no mistaking the movement in the shadows which meant that someone was getting a hard and ferocious shagging. They flitted around a few more rooms but nothing much was happening so Terry pointed for Alan to take the floor in front of him and, well trained, Alan dropped to his knees.  His rank and slimy dick throbbed out of his fly as Terry pointed it at his kneeling 'nephew'. Without a word, Alan took it into his mouth and sucked and deep throated that famous thick cock for all he was worth. He wanted to give pleasure and knew, if he
 played his cards right, he'd be getting that thick piece of Terry up his ever twitching butt-hole. After 15 minutes of sucking he found himself bare-assed on the desk getting it pumped hard and heavy by his ever ready uncle. 

Once finished, Alan went about his other work as soon as Terry returned to reception and went about his other duties. He made sure the kitchen was spotless, the dining room ready for the breakfast service and took the garbage out the back to the hotels massive bins. In the dim light he threw the large plastic sacks into the waiting bin and sweated in his tight black trousers and white shirt from his efforts. As the last of the sacks echoed against the side of the metal bins a hand reached across his mouth and he was dragged into even darker shadows. Threatening words were spat into his ear as other hands reached out and pulled at his trousers, as they were dragged to his knees he was forced over a barrel and held there by even more gripping hands. The sudden knowledge of what was about to happen scared and thrilled the young receptionist but his thoughts were jolted as the first urgent thick cock was forced up his Terry-spunked-in shitter. The guys were
 hard and merciless as the pumped Alan's slackening arse. These dark figures had become very scary as they took turns filling his available and easily accessible hole. Load after load was being forced into his tight twitching hole, which involuntarily squeezed and pulsed and gripped each invading spunk engorged, rock hard cock.
On the screen in his office Terry, with a hand down the front of his own tight fitting trousers, watched fascinated and satisfied at what was going on in the hotel's back yard. He knew that to begin with at least Alan would be scared, and this was the bit he liked, but also knew how insatiable his young 'nephew' was and soon he'd be lapping up this little diversion his 'uncle' had provided for him.




      

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