The only sense he had was one of pain, of blinding agony. Sight, Sound, Hearing, Taste, they all gave way to an explosion of pure agony.
He, whoever he was in this particular moment, with even his identity having given way to the pain, had never experienced anything like this before and, when he could consider thinking, knew he never wanted to feel it again.
Slowly the pain gave way to the other senses. Not entirely of course, but enough for the bloke to remember his own name.
Richard. He was Richard.
Pain gave way to the feeling of a pillow beneath his head, a mattress under his body, and the warmth of a person pressing against him. Hold on... he was fairly sure it was two people, except he'd never slept with more than one person in his life!
Except, that wasn't true, was it? What about Helen? And then yesterday, or maybe just earlier? There had been more, hadn't there? Sharing each other without guilt, dismay or jealousy. Even Helen...
He wanted to look down to the warmth upon his chest, but the pain had asserted itself between his eyes, and opening them even a crack was absolute agony. It would be some time before he had the energy.
As the memories slowly crept back, Richard was quite happy with what went down thank you very much.
He remembered finding Helen sucking on someone else's cock, before their partner began blowing him in return, and then... more? Three of them? And then there had been pizza, video games, and beer, wine... shots? Oh yeah, lots of shots... Christ, there had been an awful lot of shots...
He did remember that, when they'd stopped playing video games they'd left the apartment as a group, even spending some time down at the pool when the rain finally stopped. It had been late, but Helen especially had felt keen to see as much of the hotel as possible. It hadn't been a popular idea, but they'd agreed to it if only... oh, fuck.
They'd agreed only if everyone had gone down naked. They'd skinny-dipped as a group, well, six of the group, Georgia and Graham had disappeared some time earlier, but other people had joined in, hadn't they?
Oh, that's right! The headache briefly abated as he remembered with happiness the sexy skinhead who'd attached herself first to Helen's engorged breasts before moving onto her dripping cunt. His lover had already been stretched from the multiple cocks she'd taken, yet she'd still come hard. Thinking about it, she had even brought the woman back to their suite...
It was as he remembered that particular revelation that blood flushed from his head to his groin, causing his headache to return, undoubtedly from a lack of non-alcoholic drinks last night, but also caused him to take note of his bladder, which had decided now was the time to tell him he was fit to burst.
Annoyed, his eyes still mostly closed, remaining difficult to open, he raised the head on his chest slightly as he slipped out of bed, only a slight murmur an acknowledgement that any movement had occurred.
Returning from the ensuite bathroom about a litre lighter in the bladder, Richard had done his best to replace the fluid lost by drinking straight from the tap. Bloody hell, he still felt like absolute shit but at least he could now open his eyes.
As he stared into the mirror he looked back on himself with dismay. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess and he felt completely and utterly fucked. All he wanted to do was to return to bed, cuddle Helen and hopefully return to sleep so he didn't have to deal with his goddamn head.
This, however, was not to be the case, as when he looked at the bed, it wasn't Helen whose head he'd removed from his chest, not Helen at all.
It was Simon.
As he looked down upon the sleeping Filipino Richard's mind was filled with complete and utter confusion, with fuck all memory of how this would have come to be. One thing that he did not doubt for one moment was that, in his drunken state, he'd likely fucked him.
There was a part of Richard that he'd always tried to suppress, the same part that had caused him to focus on watching a film rather than the orgy occurring around him that even involved his own missus, just in case he showed too much interest in things he wasn't supposed to.
It was the part of him that had always been attracted to men.
Not that he was gay. He enjoyed lesbian porn far too much for that to be the case, but he'd always been pretty sure that he was bisexual. The issue was that he was a bisexual man born to a very Catholic family. His own grandparents had almost disavowed their daughter, Richard's mother because she had been four months pregnant at the time of her marriage. It had taken his birth, where they'd immediately fallen in love with him, for that threat to disappear completely. But to be bisexual, or gay, as they would see it, he doubted that they would take it well.
Richard knew well there was a difference between gay and bisexual, but he doubted his grandfather did. His considerably less strict parents probably struggled to tell the difference because, like many ignorant people, they thought that if you were a bloke with a bloke, you must be gay, If you were a bloke with a woman, you were straight. It couldn't be that you still fancied both, it was black and white and that was that.
The very thought that his grandparents would refuse to speak to him if he admitted he was bi had proven too great a risk, so Richard had spent every moment since he'd been fifteen pushing down any interest in men, so much so that he'd even considered that he'd maybe 'cured' himself of his bisexuality.
Yet, as he looked down upon the torso of the lithe, young man in front of him he realised that wasn't the case.
Unsure of what to do next, Richard headed out into the main room and thought he'd grab some breakfast in the hope that food would fix his confusion, yet as his eyes adjusted to the bright light in comparison to the gloom of the room, he saw two nude figures cuddled up on the sofa.
"Hey hunny," Helen called over, her head lying upon the inflated chest of the bald vixen, "did you sleep well?"
"Not as well as I'd like," he admitted, his eyes admiring the curves of Helen, her stomach protruding in a way that made him shiver, while the toned abs of Baldy had him wondering whether her pussy muscles were just as toned, "especially because I... well, I woke up to a surprise."
Baldy laughed, her Irish accent apparent in such an innocuous action.
"I bet you did lad. First time?"
"Yes," Richard admitted, recognising she meant with a man not that he was a virgin, "but I don't know for certain there even has been a first time. I don't remember a thing, apart from skinny-dipping down at the pool."
"Well," Helen grinned widely, "our little group made a few friends, including Roxanne here. There was Simon, as you know," she laughed, "and quite a lot of horny ladies. Heck, even Terry made an appearance, but I think he disappeared with two Chinese girls, so fuck knows. All I know is that the two of you had been pretty handsy down by the pool and, when we came back up here with Roxanne, Simon requested we didn't join you in bed. I don't know about you," she spoke with honesty and determination, "but I think Simon might prefer the company of men."
"Aye," Roxanne agreed with a smile, "I even offered to suck his cock, but the lad refused! Out of all you lads, he's the only one to say no."
"That is weird," Richard agreed, "you'd think he'd prefer someone as masculine as you."
