From the perspective of Erik
Back in my hotel room, I felt such a sense of warmth. Seeing my two favourite guys, in this world together, after all these years, sent a jolt of pride and raw hunger coursing through my veins. I reached down and gripped my hardening cock through my suit.
“Fuuuuucccckkkk…” The material grazed my groin over the fabric of my underwear. The material interaction teases my skin with a renewed friction with each grope. My cock responded with a constrained retaliation, wanting to be set free and treated with endless pleasure.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, standing just inside my hotel room door; the door confirming its barring with the sound of the latch. Realizing this entire scene played out with my hotel room door wide open, I immediately considered whether or not a rogue passerby caught me in the act. The fleeting idea sent a massive, exhilarating, chill down my spine. How careless could I have been to have done that?..what if it was a client?.....How fucking stupid could I have been? How….(my brain changed course)..... fucking…… hot….. that…. thought is?
I looked down and my cock created a long protrusion through my suit. It was protesting its confinement. My favourite suit, now dampened by a pooling of excitement. I could feel the slickness upon my skin. Fuck! Seeing those two really turned me the…. fuck…. on.
As I walked into the gym I saw the two of them on the floor. Chuck was clearly leading Kevin through some exercise, yet it seemed a….. little…. Intimate. Chuck’s eyes seemed glued to his son’s open short leg. Shaking my mind from the scene, I thought it would be nice to just catch up. Chuck and I have seen each other over the years, but it’s been far too long since I’ve seen Kevin.
Fuck, that boy is a stunner!
My cock hasn’t let up yet. I reached down and ran my hand along my shaft through my suit. My cock couldn’t possibly get any harder. It continued to leak copious amounts of precum into my underwear. It felt like an ocean below the fabric and at this point, my suit would never be the same.
I walked over to the wardrobe, and removed my jacket exposing my chest hugged snuggly by my dress shirt.
I walked over to the full length mirror and made eye contact with myself. I kept my gaze looking straight ahead, feeling my hand running over my chest and downwards. I undid the top half the buttons on my shirt and slipped my hand inside feeling my thick chest hair and hardened nipple. I let out a low hiss as my fingers navigate the contours of my body.
The sensation of my hand sent my mind reeling. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I imagined Chuck and Kevin’s hands touching me, together. Their combined voices and subtle moans as my form took on the dual invasion of fingers and tongues.
My breathing grew slowly and my skin prickled with anticipation. I began unbuttoning the rest of my shirt and pulled it out from the waistband of my pants. I tossed my shirt onto the floor and continued to run my hand over my chest. I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror. My eyes spoke of an unmentionable lust and my body was being felt up by my own hand. Out of my peripheral, I could see my hand moving and pinching my nipple. I immediately winced in pleasure at the sense of control, my other hand reached down and continued massaging my hardened cock through my dress pants.
I brought my hand up from my groin and licked my palm, watching my tongue leave the skin with a glistening layer of saliva. I tucked my hand into my waistband and shoved it into my pants grabbing the thin layer of underwear that enveloped my leaking cock.
I don’t know what took over, but I wasn’t me at this moment in time. I was this lust filled cretin, wanting nothing more than to take on a father and son in a hot fuck session. The eyes I saw stare back at me, adorned a handsome and rugged face with perfectly tamed, blond, facial hair.
The monster looking back wanting nothing more than to ravage a few holes and have his destroyed.
I lost myself in the visual of what could be, my dick leaking even more into my suit pants but I didn’t want to stop. I took my other hand and reached down behind me grabbing my ass and feeling all round. The sensation of the fabric rubbing against my cock sent shivers throughout my body.
The thought of my favourite suit took on a whole new meaning. This suit will forever remind me of this moment…… this lust…. this untamed animalistic desire.
My finger started tracing my crack through my pants and feeling for my hole.
My eyes grew hungrier as my hands took full control. My cock started to pulse once I could feel the pressure from behind. I let out a soft, drawn out moan. My hand slid under my underwear and gripped my cock. There may not have been much room to move in my pants, but really that didn’t seem to matter. My rock hard cock slipped easily into my palm as I began slowly stroking. More and more globs of precum pushed their way out soaking the fabric drawing my eyes to the growing patch.
Seeing the evidence intensified my efforts and my mind doubled down, increasing the pressure from behind and the thrusting of my palm.
My body began to tingle knowing I was getting very close. I immediately moved myself to the bed and drew my cock out through the zipper. I threw my legs over my head and aimed my hardened cock at my face. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out catching strings of precum that fell from my leaking tip.
I gripped my dick with a firm grasp and began pumping it faster and faster. My body, bent over my face, twinged with electricity as I felt my balls rise. After a few more pumps, my cock started leaking thicker globs that fell all around and in my mouth. The sweet taste, imagining it was theirs made me want more. I pumped and gripped harder, my dick responded with need and I felt my cock start to twitch.
The first rope of thick cum, hit me square across the face and was then followed with many more globs in my mouth and on my beard. As the pumps faded, my hands eased and I lay there on the bed with a face full of my sperm. Licking up what I could and swallowing the thick concoction, I looked at my spent cock wishing I could just suck on it to clean it off, but instead I ran my finger around the head, swiping the remaining load and licking it up.
I brought my legs back down onto the bed, spent, trying to slow my breathing. I could feel the cum cooling on my face. I got up from the bed and looked in the mirror. My face looked like an abstract painting, so I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo to hold to, for later.
I then took my finger and scooped up the cooling cum and brought it to my mouth.
Looking around the empty room, other than the discarded shirt on the floor and my soaked suit pants, no one would ever know what happened here, but I definitely needed a shower.
Can’t wait to see the guys tonight at the bar.
