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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Where to begin?
Well it was a time before Covid, remember those times? When you could get on a plane, and go to another country for a friends stag? Better times.....
So around 18 months ago, around ten of us boarded planes in the UK to go to Dublin for a friends stag. The plan of action was to get d*unk, a bit more d*unk, and then pass out.
We checked in early on a Friday morning, then went to sample our first pint of the black stuff. Fast forward 12 hours, and all of us were suitably sozzled. One by one we started dropping off, and as it got closer to midnight I decided to head back to the hotel.
On my way back, I started to get that d*unken horn that happens after numerous pints. I had never been with a guy at this point, but fuelled by alcohol, I decided tonight was the evening. I initially looked for a gay club, but then found that there was a sauna/club thing named the Boilerhouse a short walk from Temple Bar.
Off I set, somewhat excited, somewhat petrified. It was down a sidestreet, and I initially missed the door, but found it on second look. A quick look round to make sure nobody I knew was around and off I went. I paid the fee, was told where to change and then left to it.
I went into the locker room, where another guy was, he was older, around 50 and could see I didn't know what to do. He politely told me where things were, and to just give him a wave if I needed a hand at all later. I stripped off, and started my walk up the stairs, of which there seemed to be hundreds.
As I reached the first floor, I could hear guys grunting and moaning, I instantly sobered up, and considered turning round, this was until a younger guy caught my eye and gave me a smile. It was all the encouragement I needed.
I walked into the different rooms, before deciding to go into the sauna. It was incredibly dark, and there seemed to be numerous men in there. I sat beside a guy who must have been 70 and slightly overweight. Within a few seconds he felt my thigh, and gradually moved up, in honesty I froze. However as he went to grab my cock, I moved away, and out of the room. I was in shock, and the thought of leaving was now a priority.
As I rushed to leave, the young guy I had seen previously noticed I was in bit of a hurry, he cornered me off at the door and asked if I was okay. I couldn't get the words out, he had a little laugh, and told me to follow him. We went into a dark private room, where he closed the door. Whilst I was nervous, I felt a lot more settled with this younger guy. He didn't try anything, instead told me how to tell guys I wasn't interested, and how to show others that I was.
After a brief chat, I was free to patrol round again, I felt at ease now, and decided that I had all the pickings. I was only going to go with someone who impressed me. In fact, I felt so at ease, I ended up sitting in the jacuzzi for around an half an hour, and nearly nodded off, the hangover had slightly hit, and the day was taking it's toll.
I got out, and decided to call it a night, I had overcome one big hurdle even going in, the time for fun would return.
As I started to dry myself off beside the jacuzzi, a door opposite opened and out stepped a guy who made my jaw drop. He was around 6ft, dark hair, a short beard, and well, his dick could have tripped him.
I forgot everything I was told about attracting a guy over, instead I just stared awkwardly. Thankfully he noticed, and laughed and used his finger to beckon me over. Like a school boy who had been summoned by a teacher, I basically ran over (playing it cool). He laughed more, introduced himself with the softest Irish accent and asked if I wanted to go back to his flat. Without hesitation, I said yes. I walked in front and started to make my way to the stairs, the next thing I knew I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder, and he pushed me into a dark room.
The door was shut.
"I am going to assume this is your first time hear"
The hesitation returned, I almost felt I was in trouble, had I done something wrong?
"Yes it is"
He laughed once more, and told me to lie down.
My naivety shone through as I asked "on my front or back"
"Very presumptuous aren't you...... I want to relax you and give you a massage, lie on your front"
I did as I was told, and I felt him sit on my lower back, I felt his dick up my back, which made me get harder and harder.
I am not sure if he was a trained masseuse, but he was delicate yet firm, and he really seemed to know what he was doing.
Again, I felt myself going into a state of comfort, and my eyes got heavy, this was until I felt my bum cheeks being spread, and a tongue against my tight virgin hole.
I let out a gasp, my breath had been taken away as this man twisted and teased his firm tongue round my hole. I lifted my hips up so he could go further in, the slight intrusion felt amazing.
As he removed himself, he asked me to turn over, within a second of being on my back, I felt a hot wet mouth engulf my cock. I was in heaven. This blowjob was like no other I had, had before. I had to stop him as I felt like I was going to cum.
He got up, wiped his mouth and said "See, men do it better".
As he stood up, I could see the whole ordeal had excited him as well. I would have called him a mind reader, but the fact I was staring at it was a giveaway sign. He moved towards my head, and grabbed his throbbing dick, before slowly putting it towards my mouth.
I opened my mouth wide, as my head hung off the bed, before I tasted his thick member slide in my mouth. Due to watching a lot of porn, I thought it would be relatively easy to take it deep, however I found out I was most definitely not skilled enough....
He laughed, and pulled out. I felt embarrassed, but he told me not to worry. "Practice makes perfect" and he moved towards me again. This time I slowly took it in my mouth, and used my tongue to tase the tip of his dick. He rolled his head back and moaned, I felt like I was pleasing him a lot more. I slowly moved my head back and forth. I grew more and more confident, gagging every so often, but being able to continue.
His balls hung low, but looked heavy. I took his cock out my mouth and asked to go on my knees. He didn't seem to mind this arrangement. As I got on my knees, and lifted his weighty cock to lick his balls, I realised the door had been opened and two guys were stood watching. As soon as he noticed, he told them to fuck off, which they did.
I felt somewhat protected by this guy who I had known for all of ten minutes. I went back to his balls, and sucked them gently, slowly wanking him off. I felt very horny, and couldn't stop thinking about his tongue being inside me.
After feeling his dick pulsate, I stopped sucking, and bent over the bed.
He seemed taken aback, and asked if I was sure I wanted to continue, I looked back and simply spread my legs further.
As I heard the condom wrapper hit the floor, my body tensed, the nerves hit.
He told me to relax, and gently pulled me into him. Kissing my neck, and slowly putting a finger into me. I was tight, very tight. It felt nice, yet uncomfortable. He told me that it was going to hurt, but he would be gentle.
I felt calmed by the personable action, and bent over again, he lubed my hole up, and then I felt the tip of his cock between my cheeks.
I cannot describe the feeling, I tried breathing slowly, but my heart was out of my body. As the tip pierced my hole, I made a noise I have never made before. He kept pushing, and I kept groaning. He held onto my shoulder, and pushed me back. He was inside me.
"Are you okay?"
I couldn't speak, my arsehole had just been widened by 100x times, I wasn't sure if he had put his cock or a watermelon inside me.
He slowly pulled out, before coming back in, whilst it wasn't comfortable, it did feel slightly better.
I gripped the bed tightly as he thrusted back and forth, the more he did it, the better it felt.
I started rocking my hips to show appreciation. He took this as a message to fuck me harder, his heavy low balls slapping against my arse.
I yelped on occasion, the feeling of his dick deep inside me.
"FUCK ME DADDY"
I will never know where the words came from, but he loved them. A young man loving his first experience.
He fucked and fucked, it felt like hours, when in reality it was minutes.
Then it happened, he pulled out, and pushed me onto the floor. He sat me against a wall, took his condom off and fucked my face. My head hitting the wall behind me as he fucked harder and harder.
I gagged and ch0ked as he fucked me like I didn't matter. I held onto his thighs, hoping that I could push him back slightly to breathe, but alas he was too strong.
His legs rocked back and forth, whilst I could hardly breathe and wanted to stop for a second my cock was rock hard. The situation was more than turning me on.
I tried digging my nails into his thighs, to get my own back, but this just caused him to fuck harder. My mouth was filled with spit. The noise of the fucking felt so loud.
Then he tensed. His body tensed, and he told me he was going to cum. He slowed the pace, and gave three more thrusts, I wrapped my tongue round his head, and then felt the hot thick juice shoot out. I swallowed the first load, and then the second load, and then the third load. Then he pulled out and came all over my face.
I knew his balls were heavy, but FUCK.
He grunted, and moaned as he emptied the contents of his sack all over me.
I sat there in amazement, he had produced so much cum, I was literally covered.
He grabbed a towel, and told me to follow him to the showers.
As I stood in the showers washing him off me, he thanked me for the evening and said he was on his way.
I let him go, as I wanted to compose myself before leaving.
After ten minutes I made my way to the changing rooms, as I finished dressing and made my way out I noticed he was hanging around outside.
He passed me his business card, and told me to get in touch.
I will leave that for part 2 |
