All characters in this story are over 18.
The rhythm of my pelvic thrusts was swiftly intensifying. My sweaty groin slapped against Dara’s bit sweaty butt cheeks. He was beginning to groan like the beautiful bitch he was. Well, he was still beautiful to me anyways. I groaned myself, the self-consciously macho groan that I had learned when I first came on the scene and discovered my top-hood. There we were, in this cheap and cheerful hotel room who’s entire clientele were for the big gay night of the year in this provincial town. Me and Dara.
We had first hooked up back in the year 2000 when I was 19 and he 17. We had been princes of the club scene. We fucked our way through countless other twinks and young jocks. We had together featured in a cheap trashy twink porn video. We remained friends with benefits and in a sense neither of us wanted to admit, we were made for each other and our feelings weren’t completely of the basest nature either. But nevermind. We have enjoyed the occasional and extremely energetic fuck down through the years. Now, here as we are both approaching our mid 40s we are still enjoying a smash. I grind away to bust my nut in his now rather more ample 42 year old arse, remembering the pert pair of peaches and sweet boyhole of 25years ago when I first breached his tight pink ring. He moaned like a bitch then too.
Awwh! this feels good.
I pick up the pace, slapping his ass cheeks. Nearing it, when suddenly....
Tittering from the direction of the door. What the fuck....? I break off my exertions and look around.
There, in the open doorway stand two cute, lean twinks, giggling like little girls, mocking smiles on their fresh boyish faces. Fuck....we should have known. Should have made sure the door was locked. The hotel had basically become a big brothel for the occasion with trade going on on every floor and clubbers drifting up from the venue below. This pair we had seen while we down there earlier in the night ourselves. One of us had made a remark to the effect that they were just like what we had been 25years ago. They had noticed our attention and proceeded to tease us with their lithe young bodies before scorning us when we offered to buy them drinks. I then told them to fuck off and that when we were their age they would have had no chance with us.....Now they were there ...in the doorway, watching and laughing derisively at the two middle aged dudes humping.
This killed my dick stone dead (for the moment).
“what the fuck do you want? Get out!!” I roared at them. Dara, still bent over and chugging away on his tool looked round, pink and sweaty faced. The pair continued to laugh, but walked in fully and shut and locked the door behind them.
“Well, we just wanted to see what two fit studs like you were getting up to. Y’know, since we’re so obviously out of your league. What do dads who can’t pick up lads end up doing together? Huh? Like, do they just end up doing each other? Obviously yes...!” the blonde one twittered in mocking tones.
Before either me or Dara could reply however, both of the twinks (they had obviously planned this) began to strip off.
Me and Dara could only watch dumbfounded as they revealed their tight, slim and quite toned bodies, big dongs and extremely pert, white, boy arses.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dara blurted out at them.
“Shut the fuck up bitch” exclaimed the now naked dark haired lad as he approached and pushed me aside, taking over control on my man’s arse. He pushed Dara’s head back down into position. He spread his legs and shoved his hefty boy tool deep into my erstwhile fuck buddy. I couldn’t even begin to form words!
Was this really happening?!!.....two little club bitches had crashed our room as we were making it and now one of them was going to cuck me as the other just watched laughing his little bitch head off!
Well, that’s what I had thought blondie was going to do. But he had other plans
“Get on your fucking knees daddy and beg for this fresh young boy-hole!” he commanded me as his mate being drilling Dara’s ass like a boss. In spite of myself, I found myself obeying my new young master.
I dropped to my knees and looked longingly towards the glinting white pair of buns the lad was flashing in my direction. I shuffled on my knees over towards them. I was met however with a slap across my face. I wailed pitiably.
“ah ah! Sorry daddy. You have to beg properly. You know, like the dog you are. Does doggy really wanna sniff my young asshole?”
I pulled myself back up onto my knees. “yes, boy. Daddy... sorry... doggy really, really wants a sniff” I appealed.
I could hear Dara wailing himself close at hand. He had totally submitted himself to this lads masterful poundings. I was truly cucked. He never wailed like that for me, not in recent years anyway. I felt pathetic.
But it was to get worse for me and my pride. The blonde twink who was doming me shoved me back onto my back on the ground. Before I could protest, he straddled and sat down onto my face. His warm, musky young hole was now fully squashing down on me. I spluttered and struggled but could not displace him.
“Relax doggy” he mocked “just giving you what you were looking for. It’s what you deserve anyway. You can enjoy it and jack yourself off while Kyle (his mate) shows your bitch what a real man is!”
They both laughed heartily, almost drowning out the Dara’s wails of ecstasy and my moans. However, I simply proceeded to obey the lad. I starting pumping my tool as he squatted down on my face with his gloriously stinky young boyhole.
This was not how either Dara or myself had expected to be conducting our evening. We hated these two cocky little pricks. Hated them while at the same time lusting enviously over them.
And in a sense, they were right. We had been hitting on them. We were two daddies who had failed to get the lads we wanted and so ended up slamming with each other again. Now we were being humiliated by them. And we were enjoying it.
I inhaled the intoxicating odour of young ass meat as I pumped my dong, listening to the now feverish screams of my man being satisfied by a much younger and fitter model. It felt so good being so cucked. I jacked harder and harder. I could hear my young dom tittering away as he watched the middle aged dude he was sitting on furiously working his tool. He occasionally gave me a stinging smack on my belly. I was in bliss.
So much so that I failed to notice a not so subtle change in the sonic atmosphere of the room. As I strenuously neared climax, it couldn’t have drawn my attention anyway. Just as I was about to bust a nut, the lad stood up off my face and the utter humiliation me and Dara had been subjected to was revealed –
Our bedroom was now full of twinks from the club, all laughing at the pair of daddies in the ecstasy of cumming.
All of these boys mates had stealthily made their way into our room – obviously so bidden by the pair who were dominating us- so that our degradation was witnessed by a good percentage of the entirety of the club and probably the gay scene of this province!
Did I care at that moment? Fuck no. I bust an oceanic nut like a fountain up and over my sweaty bod, and Dara was doing the same.
Shame didn’t settle fully in until checking out time next morning....
