Dinner passes quickly, none of us really want to eat, we want to hit the town. The drink is flowing steadily and I’m already feeling slightly d*unk and it’s not even 21:30.
We head out to the clubs and start to walk from the hotel down the narrow back streets. We are approached by some dubious looking girls who offer Tom a blow job for €15, the arsehole actually tried to haggle with them before walking away, much to the laughter and stick he got from the other lads for not taking them up on the offer.
We hit the clubs and the drink continues to flow. I’m dancing in the club with the lads and it’s hot, I mean crazy hot. So with that some of the lads take their shirts and t-shirts off, the material clinging to their sweat drenched bodies. I follow suit and whilst I feel semi exposed I like the feeling of being half naked with the other lads my especially Sean. We’ve been hanging out all night, he’s a good laugh generally but he has those fuck me eyes that I kind of get lost in and forget what he’s saying half the time.
As we are dancing, our T-shirts tucked into the sides of our jeans, Sean comes over and puts his arm over my shoulders and gives my head a rub announcing to the lads “I love this guy” as he ruffles my hair. “Go get a fucking room then” one of the lads shouts laughing. Sean and I just look at each other. We already have one back the hotel, he then turns away and carries on dancing with Tom and some of the others. I need a piss so I go to the toilet.
I’m mid stream when the door opens behind me, it’s Sean! “Having a good time?” He asks. “I’m having a piss not a wank I say sarcastically but joking. “I fucking need a wank” Sean says, “been horned up all fucking day, can’t help it, it’s the heat and sun!” He says as he stands next to me and unzips his jeans and with one hand unloads his cock from between the zipper. I remember the sound his pissing made earlier and big I imagined his cock to be. I turned my head ever so slightly and peered down, my god, it’s a monster. Too big for one hand. It was flopping over his fingers, the type of cock the foreskin can’t cover so the bellend is peeping out of constantly. Just the kind of cock I like.
He starts to piss, I’m mesmerised, not by the pissing but just the sheer vision of Sean’s cock in action. I snap out of it and look forward, was I staring too long, did Sean notice? He never said if he did. I can see Sean’s had too much to drink he’s swaying as he finishes his piss and pushes his cock back into his jeans.
It’s getting a bit later and we have a full day tomorrow. As we head out of the toilets I tell Sean I’m gonna head back, he nods at me and raises a bottle in a ‘Catch you later’ manner. I feel a little disappointed he didn’t want to come with me.
I leave the club and start the walk back, it’s about 15-20 minutes. I try and remember my way back down the narrow streets of the old town. I worry I’m getting a little lost. I hear steps and look behind me, I thought there was someone there, just my imagination. I carry on walking, my single is crap on my phone and google maps doesn’t know where I am. I turn around to head back the way I came and thud. I feel a hand hit my chest, not hurtfully so but enough to push me off balance and against the wall, before I can react there’s a body upon me, pinning me against the wall. I quickly glance up and it’s Sean, he’s smiling. Before I can say anything he moves in and pushes his tongue down my throat, I instantly grab his shoulders and arms and pull him into me, kissing him back forcefully.
He pulls back, “like what you saw back the club you filthy little pervert” he says. “I saw you looking at my cock, practically drooling”. I’m taken aback, “I’m sorry” I stammer, not really knowing what to say. “Don’t be sorry” he says as he starts to unzip his jeans in front of me, he puts his hand in and pulls out his cock which is pretty semi erect. “Suck it boy” he says. “What?” I respond, is this a test are the other lads watching and waiting for me to do this before jumping out of the shadows. “You heard” he says, “suck my cock”. He’s not joking, the smile disappearing to a serious, slightly menacing look, which sends shivers of excitement and nervousness throughout my body. I start to lower myself to the ground, keeping eye contact with Sean. He puts his free hand on my shoulder and pushes me down to my knees, then with his hand grabs the back of my head and pulls my face towards his cock. My mouth instantly opens as if it knew what it wanted. Sean’s cock is in my mouth, I can feel the foreskin slipping over the bellend as his cock glides over my tongue. His bellend rubbing against the roof of my mouth. I try to put a hand on his cock but Sean bats it away. And pulls my head onto his cock, the bastard is deep throating me in public, and starts to fuck my face. The street is empty apart from Sean and I. There are some voices in the distance but nowhere near for us to worry about.
Sean’s pace quickens, I can taste the sweet salty taste of his precum on the back of my tongue and it makes me all the more hornier for him. My hands go to his ass cheeks. The denim jeans hanging half over his buttocks. I pull them down exposing his full round and slightly hairy ass, I pull his hips forward in rhythm with me sucking his cock.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice, fuck yeah” Sean moans. His one hand holding up his T-shirt the other on the top of my head steadying himself and also controlling the face fucking I’m getting.
His pace quickens again. “Fuck yeah, right there, fuck yeah”. He lets go of his T-shirt and both hands now on either side of my head his hips smashing against my face, his cock down the back of my throat whether I want it or not. I have no say in this.
A final thrust into my face and I feel the warm liquid hit my throat, he doesn’t even pull out to let me swallow, he keeps thrusting as stream after stream of cum fill my throat and mouth, I feel it pouring out the side of my lips.
Only when Sean is finished does he pull out and then stand there as he expected me to lick his cock clean, he didn’t want his cock going in those expensive designer jeans coated in cum.
I look at him as he stares me down and start to lick his cock clean. When he is satisfied it’s clean he puts it back in his jeans and lifts me to my feet.
Let’s get you back to the hotel, we aren’t finished yet, you fucking whore…. |
good start 
