Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 03:08:52 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paradise Hotel 3

As you know, Paradise Hotel doesn't belong to me. Neither do these men.
They're all straight, as far as I know. This is just a fantasy. Don't read
this if you are not over 18. Don't read this if you dont' like hot men
having wild sex. And in real life, of course, practice safe sex (especially
if you're going on a reality show).

Guys, I didn't get that much comment on the last chapter, so if you want to
see more after chapter 3, then let me know. Otherwise I'll put the series on
hiatus for a while. Any ideas you got, or any more men to bring in, lemme
know. I'm bringing in as many as I can at a time.

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Keith, Scott and Zack all wondered what was up when Alex approached each of
them for a private talk. The devilish gleam in his eyes unsettled each of
them in their own private way. Keith and Alex had been rivals, Scott and
Alex distant allies, Zack and Alex friends. To have him meet them all
together could only mean one thing...

"I know about your little gay orgy."

Zack's eyes welled up with tears, Scott's stone face barely moved, and Keith
fumed.

"You're just makin' shit up," Keith muttered, game face intact through his
dark sunglasses. He knew he could bluff his way out of this.

"Am I making this up?"

He tossed a photo in Keith's face. Keith glimpsed himself chowing down on
Zack's chubby cock, and his dick involuntarily hardened at the sight.

"And this?"

Another thrown in Scott's direction. This one of Scott tasting Keith's
virgin hole. Scott grimaced. His pants were also unusually tightened by the
visual.

"Zack...do I even need to bother?"

Zack's lips were quivering. He tore Alex's photos to shreds.

"I SWEAR, Alex, if you EVER let anyone know about this shit, then I've got
50 guys who can..."

"Rim him to death?" Keith blurted out. He had also crumpled his Polaroid,
his usual placid visage replaced by seething anger.

"SHUT UP!!! This is all YOUR fault, Keith, and I won't forget it!!"

Alex felt his control of the situation slipping away. He stepped between
Zack and Keith, smoothing his soft hands up and down Zack's smooth, strong
pectorals, stroking his hair, calming him down.

"Listen, buddy, most of the photos I'm keeping don't show your face. We're
friends. I just want to put Keith and Scott in their places. They act like
they own this place, like they're better than us, right? So let's show them
who the big dicks are."

Zack nodded, his bubble butt clenching as he recalled just how big Scott and
Keith's cocks were. Scott and Keith were going through the photos, becoming
more enraged with each display of poolside pornography.

Alex left a smiling, smug Zack on his own, turning to the two tough tops as
they gathered up the incriminating images of themselves.

"You can have those," Alex smirked. "I have a shitload more stashed away.
And I'll use 'em, if you don't exactly what I say."

Keith dropped the pics as he fought off the growing wave of shame and
revulsion. Better to just get all of this out of the way. Scott was
immobile, refusing to show his fears or anxieties.

Alex motioned them in his direction. As they walked towards him, they
bristled at his silky fingers tracing their hardening nipples through flimsy
white beach shirts.

"Hey, guys, I'm not going to ask you to rob a bank. Just to loosen up, have
some fun...do a few things I want and need."

With that, he pressed them chest to chest, head to head. They knew what he
wanted. On his command, they kissed, hesitantly, reluctantly. As a few
moments passed Keith fell into the warm, controlled, wet mouth of his
blackmailed lover, and his lips parted to accept more of Scott's thick
tongue.

"Rip each other's clothes off," Alex ordered, rubbing his growing shaft
through his slacks.

Taking Keith's shirt in his hands, Scott tore the thin fabric to shreds,
violently molesting Keith's pecs, tits and abs as Keith slowly, seductively
unbuttoned Scott's top. When both men were naked above the waist, Zack
suddenly leapt between their crotches, greedily suckling the bulbous heads
bulging from their slacks. Fumbling with their flies, he was rewarded with
two slimy dickslaps against his pouty cocksucker lips. To everyone,
including Alex's, surprise, Zack slipped both sets of glans into his mouth,
coating both surging swords with a potent blend of saliva and enthusiasm.

Scott and Keith were roughly facefucking them by now, their pants around
their ankles, their tongues intertwined in a commanding duel. Alex savored
the view of Scott's meaty mounds and Keith's impossibly tight, firm rump. He
also wanted to restore the balance of power. Unceremoniously, he yanked
Zack's head away. Zack frowned and even whimpered, but was rewarded when
Alex shucked his pants to let Zack lave attention to his very own rock-hard,
slender 7 inches.

"Keith, bend over the bed. I want to see Scott's fat low-hangers slapping
against your ass while he fucks you raw."

The mere thought of that scenario made Zack whimper through his blow job.

Alex scruffed his new pet's hair while he toyed with Zack's nipples and
groped his own chest and light abs. He knew what a man of pride Keith was.
Keith would not admit to weakness. Keith simply stretched out on the bed,
spreading his cheeks. Alex licked his lips as he noticed Scott's fat
cherrybuster wham against his belly at the sight of that virgin hole so ripe
for the plucking.

Scott kneeled between Keith's taut thighs. Gently, he pried the strong
cheeks apart, sliding his tongue inside. Upon finding the tiny brown pucker,
Scott dove into the moist center, making Keith's body squirm and his hard-on
writhe while caught between his stomach and the sheets.

When Keith's fuckhole was sufficiently opened up, Scott rose to a standing
position, and slowly began inserting his beer can cock inside Keith's tight
rectum. Keith bit down on his lip, his screams and moans muffled, but once
the flanged head and first few inches slipped past Keith's first and second
rings, he began to thrust back against the intruder, his grunts of pain
melting into mewls of pleasure.

Keith's catlike form molded to Scott's beefy torso. Keith was almost
delirious from the pressure building inside his loins, but he fed on the
feelings, turned his fear into desire and anticipation. Scott's sweaty,
hairy nuts smacked against his sculpted buttocks. As Scott's strokes
increased in frequency and intensity, he lost all concern for his partner,
slapping the sculpted globes with his large palms. The loud thump of flesh
against flesh sent a surge of lust through Alex's lightly veined member. He
shoved Zack further down his rod as he neared his climax.

Meanwhile, Scott had progressed to pounding into Keith doggy style, roughly
gripping his hair, slamming home relentlessly as his eyes were lost in a
dream state. Alex couldn't take any more, but the load he pumped down Zack's
eager throat just wasn't satisfying enough.

Yanking Zack up from the floor, Alex crushed their mouths together in a
violent, cum-sharing kiss. When they broke for air, Alex whispered a plan
into the hunky slutpuppy's ear.

Scott was so engrossed in fucking his new piece of ass, in experiencing
pleasures he had always wanted but never had the guts to go for, he barely
noticed the cold gel sliding inside and around his rosebud. Only when the
head popped inside his entrance did Scott realize what was happening.
Panicking, he clamped down on the invading girth, but Zack's thrusts were
insistent. Soon, they brushed his prostate, and Scott unwittingly bucked his
hips forward, his moans encouraging Zack to plow deeper, faster, harder.

"You like my dick up your fat football ass, you motherfucker? HUH?" Zack
licked and bit Scott's sweaty, corded neck as his fingernails dug inside
Scott's thick hips.

"Almost as much as I liked raping your cornhole on the deck chair yesterday,
slut," Scott gasped through his teeth. He began to time his thrusts into
Keith in sync with Zack's motion inside his own devirginized man-pussy.

Alex laughed at the sight of the two tops being seduced into such happy
bottom bliss. Scott was the perfect creamy center. Only one thing left. Alex
hopped on the bed, sliding his revitalized prick across Keith's sunglasses,
staining them in his own special flavor. Quickly, he ripped them off,
driving his meat into Keith's thin-lipped mouth, pulling out again to smack
that sullen face a few times with his schlong, then riding back inside.

"I wanted to see the defeat in your eyes while you sucked down my seed. Is
that OK, model boy?"

Keith lightly nipped Alex's sensitive underside with his teeth. Alex yelped,
cramming the last few inches of his penis inside Keith's burning throat.
Keith relaxed to the taste and texture, and soon got into the sensations of
being filled on both ends. He tried to reach his own sputtering erection,
but Alex slapped his hand away each time.

"Oh God...OH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.........UCK FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!"

Zack was the first to explode, his train of obscenities and sodomy ending
with a huge load inside Scott's plump mounds. He set off a chain reaction.
Scott gave into Keith's twitching ass muscles, Keith stained the bedsheets,
and finally, Alex donated his sperm to Keith's hot gullet. He pulled out
just in time to spray Keith's handsome face with a few ropes of his cum.

Alex laid back, exhausted. The other three men ashamed, confused, most of
all horny, about what was to happen next.

--

The next day, Alex's first plans were in store.

Scott was the first victim. Claiming he had lost a bet, Scott arrived at the
grand central station poolside wearing nothing more than a Speedo. A white
Speedo which, when wet, exposed every vein and curve of his mouthwatering 8
inches of fuckflesh. His beefy thighs, phat rump, and heaving man-breasts
were on full display for the first time. Many cheers, whoops, and catcalls,
along with some degrading sneers, greeted his new policy of immodesty, but
Scott noticed some longing glances from the Paradise Hotel ladies, as well
as Tom and, of all people, tattoo stud Andon. Scott would definitely have to
find out what that was about a little later.

Zack had also switched to Speedos, but no one was surprised at his decision.
What did surprise them was his "accidental" flashing of the group while
emerging from the pool. Zack had agreed to Alex's request, but wasn't
expecting to get so aroused by their stares and lewd comments, from being on
full display as nothing more than a piece of dick and ass. He quickly
dragged Amy inside their room for a hot, wild fuck, and tried not to think
of Keith or Alex or Scott while he was screwing her.

Meanwhile, Keith had been ordered to seduce Beau, Alex's friend turned
dedicated foe. Beau had a buzz cut and a goofy personality on top of a
lanky, fluid body. Keith neither liked or hated him, but he was now a part
of the plan. More of a part than Alex would realize. For Keith pulled him
aside, and whispered in his ear.

"I want to get that asshole Alex for what he's done to you. Just help me
out. I've got an idea."

Beau giddily nodded. He knew he was going to like this. And he had a few
wicked ideas all his own.