Date: Tue, 09 Feb 1999 17:21:32 PST
From: Richard UK <ukrichard@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hotel Cock Feast

This is a story of fiction for persons aged over 18 years.

Hotel Cock Feast - part 1

The training day had been a long, hard one and all I wanted to do was leave
the paperwork behind me and unwind.  My hotel was nicely furnished and well
equipped - I was glad that I had brought my sportswear with me and, after a
short rest in my room I headed off to the gym for a workout.  Despite being
tired I managed a demanding schedule of running, cycling and weights.
There were only two other people in the suite at the time, two guys who
began working out shortly after I arrived.  One of them was particularly
good looking - probably about 26, short curly black hair shorn very short
at the sides with a tanned, swarthy face.  He was wearing a white T shirt
over what I guessed was a hairless 42" chest, and red Adidas soccer shorts
from which emerged his thick, muscled, tanned thighs.  From the workout he
got through before I left he was clearly very fit and it was hard to keep
my eyes off him.  The other guy looked younger, probably about 22, was
slimmer and had blond hair framing his lightly tanned face. He was
attractive but there was a magnetism about the older man.  However, I was
knackered and decided to call it a day.

The hotel had a swimming pool and steam room adjacent to the gym and I
decided this was a way to truly relax after the rigours of my training
course and my workout in the gym.  I called into the locker room, stripped
off my sweat soaked T shirt, trainers and socks and looked myself up in the
full length mirror before me.  Sure, my 38" chest wasn't as broad as I
would like but overall I was in pretty good shape and I felt good.  The
sweat shone on my wet hairy chest and I continued looking in the mirror as
I reached to stroke my left nipple which swelled beneath my fingers and was
followed by a stirring in my shorts.  The sudden sound of the outer locker
room door opening snapped me free from my daydreaming and an older guy
walked in to get changed.  I pealed the hot, sweaty nylon shorts from my
pelvis and was relieved that the sudden entrance of the older guy had
caused the swelling in my cock to subside as quickly as it had begun.  I
stood naked in the changing room and managed another glance in the mirror,
feeling at ease with my nakedness knowing that my 4" flaccid cock compared
favourably with most guys I had come across.  I reached into my bag and
pulled out my blue Speedo trunks.  I stepped into them and pulled them up
my legs and thighs, stretching them slightly to get them round my butt.  I
positioned my cock so it was comfortable and removing my hands the shiny
nylon and lycra material retracted to hug every inch of my skin.  They felt
tight around my ass and, looking down, I could see they displayed the
flaccid shaft of my cock handsomely.  I knew that I had to get out of the
locker room and concentrate on something else like swimming before another
erection began to make itself very obvious in my swimwear. I threw my gear
in the locker and walked quickly to the pool.

The water was very warm and I swam about 40 of the pool's short lengths
before moving into the steam room.  I've always liked saunas and steam
rooms.  They are so relaxing and my skin always feels incredibly clean and
relaxed after a session in one.  This room was about 12' x 8' and the steam
was very dense indeed.  I could see a couple of figures opposite me as I
entered and I decided to sit at the far end of the room.  I sat down on the
slippery wet plastic bench as water continued to drip from my hair and
body.  I breathed deeply, struggling to acquaint myself with the intense
heat, and ran my hands firmly through my hair to squeeze out some of the
surplus water. There was plenty of room around me so I propped my back up
against the far wall and lay my legs along the length of the bench, facing
the door.  A long, loud jet of steam erupted from the pipe near the door,
reducing visibility still further and seconds later the hot blast of the
new steam hit my face.  The heat was instantly both exhilerating and deeply
relaxing. I closed my eyes and breathed gently.  This was my idea of how to
end the day.

In the peace of my own thoughts my mind returned to the stud I had admired
in the gym earlier and in particular the broad, tanned thighs that emerged
from his shiny sports shorts.  I imagined what would be at the apex of
those strong thighs, hoping for a thick, long cock but knowing that the
rest of this guy would easily make up for a small dick.  A familiar
stirring started at the base of my dick and my slowly swelling cock
immediately began to strain against the tight confines of my speedos. I
heard movement beside me but could see nothing through the dense steam.
Moments later the door opened and, as the swirling steam cleared
momentarily, I saw the back of someone walk out of the room and heard him
talking to another.  I was alone and my hand immediately reached for my
swelling rod, stroking the semi hard shaft through my trunks.  The heat in
here was making me hornier by the second and my growing cockmeat was there
to prove it.  Slowly but firmly the palm of my right hand persistently
rubbed over my hot mound and my trunks strained to keep hold of the pulsing
shaft. My left hand stroked my soft wet ball sac through the silky wet
material.  My balls were full and heavy but well supported by the thin
material, through which I could still feel the soft folds of my velvet soft
scrotum and the downy hair that covered it.  My hand left my balls for a
moment to reach through the left leg of my trunks, grip my now fully erect
prick and slowly pull back my foreskin, allowing my smooth hard knob
contact with the wet nylon fabric for the first time - silky cockhead
meeting silky wet material.  Although I was wet from the pool, the
distinctive slipperiness around my cock slit told me I was already leaking
precum into my trunks and I smoothed this over my hot bell end before
removing my hand from within the speedos.  The mushroom head of my 6"
erection was now clearly visible through the clinging wet lycra, even the
thick vein along the underside of my cock now protuded through the
material.  My back slid down the slippery wet wall behind me so that I was
now lying flat on my back along the plastic seat.  I opened my eyes as I
again got comfortable.  The room still had almost zero visibility so I knew
that in the event anyone came into the room I would have a few seconds to
stop whatever I was doing.

As my right hand renewed its stroking action through the bulging swimwear,
my left hand began stroking my chest, nipples and stomach which were now
bathed in a mixture of water and fresh, salty sweat, creating a unique
resistance between my body and roving fingers. I closed my eyes and
imagined the hands which were getting me so hot belonged to the gorgeous
stranger from the gym.  The thought brought an aching in my cock, a
yearning to shoot my load as soon as possible.  I gripped the thick shaft
firmly and rolled my hand up the length of my cock.  At the end of the
stroke I could feel my cockhead again lube up the hugging nylon but this
time the material got a good soaking as a wad of precum oozed from my slit.
I couldn't wait any longer and began jacking off steadily from outside my
trunks, the slippery water and precum soaked material gliding across my
aching knob with each downward tug on my throbbing cockmeat.  I wanted to
keep the feel of the material on my silky helmet but needed to give my dick
some serious attention. My left hand moved inside the speedos so I could
get down to some serious wanking and I pulled slow but hard on my thick,
veined rod, causing my cockhead to protrude through the right leg of my
trunks. The sensation of the seam playing over the shaft and my exposed
knob brushing against my wet hairy thigh with each downward stroke of my
hand sent me over the edge.  There was no turning back.  I pulled my cock
back inside the wet clinging nylon and began jacking off furiously, my hips
bucking violently, creating a delicious wet slapping noise as my ass hit
the wet seat.  Within moments there was a familiar ache deep in my balls
and I knew I was cumming.  Although I couldn't see it - my eyes were still
closed as I savoured every moment - I felt jet after jet of thick, hot,
creamy jizz splash into my speedos, over my hand and onto my hot, hairy
mound.  I kept pumping as my right hand again explored my stomach,
heightening the sensation in my creamed up cock and prolonging the spasms
that were racking my body and draining my balls.

I slumped on the seat, savouring the smell of the steam, my fresh, clean
sweat, the chlorine from the pool and my salty cum. I pulled my hand from
my slippery trunks and rubbed the cream from my balls into my hairy
stomach, stopping to taste the creamy nectar.  I figured I needed to shower
before I returned to the men's changing room - I didn't want to walk around
the poolside in cum stained speedos.  My erection had almost subsided so I
positioned my soft cock comfortably in my trunks and walked out to the
shower which was immediately outside the room.

I stood under the cool jet and allowed it to wash me clean of the cum
smeared over my stomach and the pools of jizz inside my speedos.  Suddenly
the steam room door opened and a figure emerged from inside.  My heart
pounded and I could feel my face glow with embarrassment - I hadn't been
alone in there, only one of the original occupants must have left.  I
looked down as the young man approached me.  It was the younger of the two
guys in the gym.  He stood in the shower beside me.  "That was quite a show
you put on in there" he said.  "What do you mean?" I replied nervously and
quite unconvincingly.  "Hey, don't be embarrassed.  You weren't doing
anything I haven't already done thousands of times.  We can't help where we
get our urges".  "I'm really sorry.  I thought I was alone".  "Don't be
sorry, I got pretty hot in there myself" he said glancing down to his
crotch.  I followed his gaze and was pleased to see a prominent bulge in
the wet nylon shorts he was wearing. "I noticed you in the gym earlier" he
went on - "what do you say we pick up where you left off in the steam room
a bit later - room 202".  I looked at him nervously, desperately wanting to
say yes.  "Don't worry, we're in a hotel remember - you'll be quite safe"
he said.  I smiled apprehensively and he stepped out of the shower. "Eight
o'clock" he called as he headed toward the locker room.

To be continued..