I wake up in a strange bed. I'm thirsty and my head feels like a truck has run over it. I look around. It takes a few minutes for the image to become a bit sharper. Except for two chairs, a large TV above a desk and a cupboard wall, I am in a completely empty spacious room. To the left of the bed is a glass wall with a shower and a toilet behind it. I stumble out of bed, take my full, semi-erect morning cock in my hand, and relieve my bladder with a huge stream of yellow, warm fluid. It's foaming in the pot from all the beer from last night, but it also smells wonderfully like piss mixed with cum. On the way back to the huge bed I open the entrance door and see a long corridor with other doors. Behind the closed curtains on the other side is a small balcony with a sea view. I close the door and curtains and go back to the huge bed.
I crawl between the still warm white sheets. Sleepily, my hand slowly slides over my nipples and tightly muscled stomach. I play with my pubic hair and gently knead my balls. Slowly the realization dawns on me that I am lying naked in a strange hotel room. As my hand plays with the rod, vague images of the evening, or night, before are coming back to me.
I went out with my three friends. Pubs, discos, dancings and trying to seduce girls for a night. That was ultimately the main goal of this holiday. We had made bets on who would taste the most pussy. I was the first one at the bar, kissing a beautiful older woman. My hands were already floating over her body, her lovely big breasts and her ass under her short skirt had already been touched. I longed to see, touch, and fuck her completely naked. I was horny as a twenty-year-old boy, being able to spoil this adult woman or being used by her, for her pleasure. She could almost be my mother and certainly teach me a lot about love, or better yet, sex. She pushed my lower body with my stiff cock against her probably already wet pussy. Her tongue went a little deeper into my warm and willing mouth. I enjoyed, as always, a woman who knows what she wants. I like to surrender to it; I really wanted to be her slut. And I was the first with a pussy, my mates looked on with envy.
They wanted to continue their hunt. They wished me luck and left for the next pub. They thought, just like me, that I had already had succes, but half an hour later she went to her house alone. I just had to continue looking for my friends and hunting for another pussy.
After a few terraces with beer, I entered a club. When my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I saw men standing together talking, drinking, dancing, or kissing extensively. Tank tops with muscular upper arms above short, filled pants with firm thighs. Leather trousers, jackets with vests and chains. Bare upper bodies with tight jeans full of holes underneath. The dance floor was full of beautiful men, boys, some even dressed only in hot panties or short dresses, showing their horny bodies in the loud techno music and beautiful light show. Being looked at and admired by other men, that was what they needed. I took a few more shots and a tall glass of beer and leaned against a pillar to admire it all. As a spectator I enjoyed all the naked and sweaty flesh around me. A beautiful boy looked at me and touched me as he walked by. I figured I certainly wouldn't find a fuckable girl here. Still, I couldn't tear myself away from what I saw and smelled around me. Rough men's sex and real boy love, mixed with a wonderfully horny scent. It was like a sex market. I knew this wasn't the place I would meet my friends. I also realized that I was dressed wrong with my cheerful shirt and shorts. And certainly, I would find a woman for one night.
Just when I decided to leave and continue my hunt for a pussy, I felt a hand touching my right buttock. I wanted to turn around but, because of all the booze, I couldn't let go of the support of the pillar. The touching turns into a firm grip. The massaging became a kind of squeezing my round boy's buttocks. The hand slid more to the center, and I felt his finger find its way near my ass. Through the thin fabric of my short I felt the first pressure of fingers on my virgin anus. I had once played with a boy at school, kissed, licked, sucked each other, but never anything more like that. I felt his second hand go up under my arm. Looking for a nipple under my shirt.
And after playing with it a bit, he squeezed it tightly. His other hand slid forward and gripped my already slightly stiffened cock and balls. A full grab off what I had in my shorts. He squeezed it forcefully and pulled me back. I felt a firm bubble in leather pants rubbing against my ass. It felt strange, I had to get out as quickly as possible, but because of the drink and the horny environment I remained indecisive. And allowed it. I was in doubt, the wonderful surroundings, drinks, and rejection by the old woman made me vulnerable. I allowed his hands everywhere. My shirt came off and he openly touched my naked upper body. I waited too long to turn him down. That moment was over, I threw my head back in pleasure.
I felt a pair of teeth biting into my earlobe, a tongue going deep into my ear as his grip tightened. His foot pushed my legs apart a bit and he pressed his lower body harder against. The hand that was tormenting my nipple rose. One, two fingers pushed my mouth open and just went inside. As if it already belonged to him. It felt wonderful, looking at that dance floor full of hot men, the music, the lights and then being touched like that. I couldn't go anywhere anymore, but I still wanted to. From hunter I had now suddenly become the prey. Like a tipsy game, I now willingly allowed it, afraid of being used, but also enjoying it. And I enjoyed the attention as a girl gets hit on. I was touched everywhere, as I had just groped the woman everywhere. When I wanted to leave, just like she did, he grabbed my hand and pushed it between his legs. I felt a huge cock. But I also heard the click of a handcuff on my wrist.
"You're mine and you're coming with me now, slut," the man said.
He pushed and dragged me towards the exit and into a cab. He sat down next to me. I looked at him for the first time. A sturdy man of about forty or perhaps fifty. Tanned skin, dark eyes, and some gray hair. Very neat appearance, nicely muscled and not one ounce of fat. At least twenty and probably thirty years older than me, fifteen centimeters taller and twenty kilos heavier due to his enormous muscle mass. He must be at the gym and at the beach every day to look like this. I'm in my early twenties, an office job, blond hair, and blue eyes. And especially a cyclist. Light and lean, every kilo of muscle that is not in my legs was too much. A nice ass in a tight cycling suit, but no muscles. With my free hand I touched his firm, muscular chest.
When the taxi drove away, he loosened the handcuff and unzipped his leather pants. He took out his semi-erect genitals and pushed my head towards it. I saw a lovely semi-erect cock with a large dark purple smooth tip on it. I could already see the first drops of white precum leaking from his dark piss slit. My tongue licked them up. The salty, warm liquid tasted delicious. I took his big cock in my mouth and started slowly sucking him in the backseat of the taxi. Slowly taking the end a little deeper into my mouth and wrapping my lips tightly around his big rod. And pamper that glans and that slit with my tongue every time. He pushed my head deeper over his huge cock and held my head down as well. I felt the pole pressing against my uvula. Soon I could no longer take him all the way into my inexperienced mouth. It made me gag, but it was clear that he wanted more. He grabbed my head tighter and pushed it down hard and held it there. Only when I was almost choking did he let me take a breath and then again push my mouth back down over his cock. Until I was gagging again without air with my nose in his leather pants between the pubic hair, almost suffocating.
"You still have a lot to learn, relax that throat and let my cock in, you fuck slut!"
I did my best while he was talking to the taxi driver in Spanish. Sitting wide, his hard cock in my mouth and his hand on the back of my head to keep it there. This was different from playing with my school boyfriend's little cock. This was much more, my mouth was fucked, raped and I was used. After a while I started to get the hang of it, breathing through my nose, feeling like I was puking and accepting the warm, hard flesh in my throat. It even started to feel good after a while. No longer being in control, tasting and pampering a hard, stiff cock and feeling it deep in my throat. That feeling is indescribable, but between my own legs it was clear what I thought of it. My own cock of sixteen centimeters and much smaller than what I felt in my mouth had never been so big and stiff. The fluid was already dripping into my panties. My hand went to it to give it one last tug to make me come.
