Bradley Stoke

After a minute or so, I worked my mouth down from his cock to lick at his damp, sweaty balls and then further underneath to tongue around his moist, musky-smelling anus. He grabbed his cock and masturbated himself roughly and furiously, crying out, "Yeah, yeah!" for half the hotel to hear.

After I'd spent a couple of minutes penetrating him with my tongue, intending to return before long with something more substantial, I emerged back into fresh air. He grinned at me, still frantically masturbating himself.

He muttered, between panting for breath, "You sure you're not after a promotion?"

I smiled, pulling myself up to kneel over him. "No. But I'm after this."

I grabbed his head and pulled him onto my cock. Even as it slid into him, I saw his smile broadening.

He adjusted his position and began sucking at me properly, working at my cock with his lips and tongue and betraying the fact that he'd had a lot of experience at this.

I looked over at Wesley, still lying in his bed, who was still staring at us as though mesmerised. I was surprised to see a mound in his duvet which was being worked gently but rhythmically by a hand beneath it. Perhaps he was getting something out of my little demonstration after all!

He broke his fixed gaze to look up at my face. Gently panting from the expert actions of Michael's mouth, I smiled at him again and, like before, he seemed to nod back. I wanted to say, "You don't suck a guy without getting sucked back, mate. It's how it works..." But I couldn't. I think he understood anyway.

Michael left my cock, as I had with his, to work his mouth down to my balls, sucking one and then the other as I began wanking myself. He seemed to enjoy rubbing his nose around my scrotum, as if inhaling the sweaty odours down there, and then moved further downward. Easing my legs open a little, he worked his face underneath me and reached his tongue upward to lick at my most sensitive spot. As he had been, I was in ecstasy. I jerked at my cock in a blur of motion, gasping for more.

He willingly obliged, driving his tongue into me through my tight anus, and then flicking it gently in and out of me I was almost screaming in pleasure; I was shouting, "Fuck me with it... go on... fuck me with it..."

He pushed deeper so that as much of it was inside me as he could get and then started sliding it in and out of me. I had to stop masturbating because I knew I would orgasm, so I just drove my arse onto his face, working my hole against his tongue, gasping and panting in pleasure.

Wesley was wide-eyed, staring at my unattended cock - arching, throbbing and weeping precum - as I cavorted my bum against Michael's face. No doubt he was wondering, "How can a straight guy be enjoying this so much...?" The mound inside his duvet, growing faster and faster, showed that he didn't need an answer.

Michael pulled out from my anus and stood up in front of me. We kissed deeply again, sharing the tastes of each other's cocks and arses inside our mouths, as our bodies pressed against one another, slick with sweat.

I gently eased him back down onto the bed, still kissing him, and then pulled a condom out from the packet on the bedside table. Before he could say anything, I tore it open and unfurled it down his large, stiff cock. He flashed me a grin of surprise.

Without using lube - his mouth had provided enough - I straddled him and lined his cock-head up with the opening of my arse. Then I pushed myself down onto him and, using the trick that Wesley had rejected on the previous evening, accommodated a good six inches of his length smoothly and easily.

I held him clamped inside me, squeezing his cock with my anal muscles, and Michael groaned in pleasure. He muttered, "Jesus, that feels good," and I eased another inch of him into me.

I looked over at Wesley who was still fascinated by us. His fist made a regular thumping noise from inside his duvet as he watched Michael's cock slide into me and then his eyes moved upward to my cock. It stood upwards from my thighs, still fully aroused as I was being penetrated, and I knew - since I'd had enough practice at this to be able to control it - that it would stay that way. Wesley just peered at it, as if waiting for it to soften, but it stayed at full mast.

I sighed, for the benefit of both of them, "Yeah... it feels great..."

Then I started moving up and down, squeezing Michael's cock with my arse as I did so, riding him as he moaned and smiled up at me.

After a minute or so, he took control and began bucking his hips to drive his cock in and out of me. Like he'd said to Wesley, he liked it rough, and soon the friction of the condom slurping in and out of my arse arse mixed with the sweat from both of us and filled the room with a thick, cloying odour. I saw Wesley sniff it and inwardly acknowledge its similarities to his version on the previous evening. It seemed to cause his fist to get even faster and the beating from his duvet turn into a loud, regular thumping.

My cock was now straining, demanding release, and curved upwards insistently from my balls which slapped against Michael's stomach.

Rather than masturbating it, I pulled upwards from Michael's cock and, gesturing for him to flip over onto all fours, I unfurled a condom down it and pushed it into his arsehole. He gasped and then laughed, "Jesus, mate - talk about liking it both ways!"

I grabbed onto his hips and started fucking him just as roughly as he'd fucked me. He grunted his approval and started masturbating himself. He was gasping, "Ah... yeah... go for it..."

I literally pummelled the guy - our balls were banging together between his thighs and the headboard banged against the wall like someone hammering in an endless nail. Now Michael's most private scent, base and pungent, filled the room.

I looked over at Wesley and his face was agog. His expression said, "I didn't know you could do that... I'd have done that..." He looked up at my face and seemed indignant; almost angry.

Perhaps as a way of reaffirming his masculinity, he yanked the duvet away from himself to reveal what was going on beneath it. He had a cock that, had he chose to use it on the previous evening, would have made Michael's eyes water. The insubstantial droop that had almost disappeared into his pubes the previous night had somehow transformed into an eight or nine inch towering erection.

He masturbated it quickly, peering over at me fucking Michael, pausing only occasionally to watch beads of precum ooze from the tip of the bulbous, purple head.

His eyes looked back up at me and seemed more confident. They said, "You might think you know how to fuck a guy, but, once I learn a few moves, this piece of kit will go a lot deeper..."

A little of the old self-assured Wesley was back and I was pleased.

Michael fucked me standing up between our beds and then I fucked him with him lying on his back like a woman. All the time Wesley watched us and wanked that huge cock of his.

Michael and I climaxed pretty much together while we were in an embrace - kissing and holding one another, masturbating our cocks between our sweat-streaming stomachs - and Wesley's own larger fist-battered erection erupted its white fountain just seconds later.

*****

We were all pretty quiet with each other until breakfast the next morning.

Wesley broke the silence as we tucked into our fry-up by saying, "I don't know if I'll go for that chat with that guy in London..."

Michael looked surprised. "Oh?"

Wesley nodded. "Yeah. If the job comes up properly - you know, through normal channels - I might go for it... but I don't want to get it through your recommendation... it doesn't seem fair..."

Michael stared at him and then back at his breakfast. "Okay..."

After a couple of minutes - I think, over the toast - Michael asked, "Do you think what I did wasn't fair?"

Wesley shook his head. "No... you were playing a game and I agreed to join in... that was fair... it's just, well... if I took the job after getting it that way, I wouldn't feel right about it..."

Michael nodded. "Okay..."

Wesley looked at us both and smiled. "But you guys were pretty cool last night..."

I smiled back. "Yeah...?"

"Yeah... I'd go for that again," Wesley said, testingly. "As long as it was just for a laugh, like you guys did..."

Michael looked even more surprised. "Are you serious?"

Wesley chuckled. "Yeah... any more conferences and stuff... count me in..."

Michael smiled. "Okay... I guess we could say you need more practice at going to corporate meetings, or whatever..."

Wesley grinned coyly. "After the other night, I think we all know I need more practice, mate..."

Michael laughed. "Well, I'd be happy to give you some training..."

Wesley looked at me and I nodded, saying, "It was pretty clear last night that you've a lot of potential..."

And it was just a couple of months before the three of us returned to Bradley Stoke.