Hotel Teen Orgy

I had decided to take a few days off and to drive down to a quiet country hotel in the West Country. I had been working hard, and was badly in need of a break. Fortunately, my work means that although it is highly pressurised I am able to stop everything for a bit if I need to, and this was one of those times when I really needed to recharge the batteries.

The hotel had seemed enticing in the weekend colour supplement, and advertised itself as of seventeenth-century origins, 'tastefully upgraded for modern comforts'. That sounded ideal to me, but it was really the quiet and some good food that I was wanting.

The first thing that I noticed as I approached the hotel was the two young backpackers in the entrance foyer, signing in. It was a hot day in late September, and the lads were both wearing t-shirts and shorts. I guess that they were 18 or 19. certainly no older than that, and one of them looked really young. I wasn't sure from their accents if they were Italian or Spanish, but both had those dark good looks, curly hair and golden skin so characteristic of boys from southern Europe. But I was really taken by their charm and naturalness, and even at this first encounter they smiled and we exchanged a few words. It turned out they were indeed Spanish, and that their names were Juan and Carlos.

They headed off up the stairs, carrying their backpacks and following the very cute blond porter to their room. I went through the formalities of signing on, and once the porter had returned he took me in turn up to my room. As I followed him upstairs (there was no lift) my eyes rested on his inviting buttocks bobbing ahead of me, taut and youthful pressing through the black trousers that formed part of his uniform. By the time we got to my room, I had discovered that his name was Stephen, and that this was his gap year before going to university. As he turned to take my tip I glanced briefly for a moment into a pair of deep blue eyes. His neatly cut fair hair rested lightly on his white shirt collar.

He left me then, and I dropped my case on the bed and looked around the room. It certainly was comfortable, with a large double bed and tasteful soft furnishings. And yet the room retained much of the character of the original country house, with wooden panelling and high ceiling. The modern convenience of a shower was a welcome sight, however! I made use of it then and freshened up, changing into quite casual clothes before dinner.

I went down to eat at about 8, wearing an open-necked white shirt and dark trousers. I was pleased to see the two Spanish teenagers sitting across the room, and again we smiled at each other and I acknowledged them with a nod. They had obviously showered and changed too since their arrival, as both were now in fresh white t-shirts and jeans. They were a horny pair. Their meal was already well advanced, and they left the room before my main course arrived. I had thought at one stage of going off for a walk after dinner, but I was pretty tired so I changed my plans and headed back to my room, deciding that a bit of television and an earlyish night was about all I could cope with. If only I knew...!

I clicked on the light to my room and closed the door behind me. All was quiet. I watched the television for an hour or so, then switched it off and lay back on my bed. I felt wonderfully relaxed, and smiled to myself as I felt a telltale stirring in my briefs. It is amazing, but whenever I start to unwind the need to have a long leisurely wank becomes overpowering. Instinctively, my hand slipped down to my trousers and I slowly began to undo the buckle to my belt, then unfastened the catch at the top of the trousers. When that was released, I left my trousers alone for a moment and began to undo, one by one, the buttons to my white shirt.

As my shirt fell open I tugged it free from my trousers, and ran my hand over my warm flesh. As I did this, the image of the two young Spanish lads came into my mind, and I began to fantasise. I imagined them there in my room, before me, watching me as I caressed myself in front of them. My hand returned to my trousers, and slowly I began to feel my cockmeat through the dark material. I always love doing this, feeling the flesh stirring and giving under my hand, pressing through the straining fabric of briefs and trousers. I was wearing silk briefs under my trousers, and the soft shiny smoothness of the material rubbed against the coarser cotton of the trousers. My cock was hard and eager, and moved easily under my massaging hand.

Then I began to unzip my trousers and looked downwards as they parted fully. My silk briefs, creamy white, came into view, and I let my hand stroke my hard cockmeat through the horny silk. Mmm, it was great to feel my ever-hardening flesh press into my hand, inviting me to stroke the hot shaft in loving strokes. I gently agitated my tingling head, letting the foreskin move freely to dampen my briefs with precum juices. My balls were full and eager to be rubbed, and with one hand I massaged the cum-filled sack as with the other I teased my cockshaft.

For several minutes I continued this gentle masturbation, knowing that if I wanted I could hold back for a good 15 minutes or so of teasing wanking before needing to unload my hot creamy spunk. I decided that it would be good to lie back in the dark wanking slowly, so I clicked off my bedside light. The room was plunged in darkness, but then I was surprised to see a chink of light in the wooden panelling of the wall next to me. Obviously, this was coming from the room next door.

I got up in my bulging briefs and walked towards the chink of light, and brought my eye up to the crack in the panel. I think I may have gasped audibly at what I saw, because there, less than three feet from me on the other side of the panelling, were the two Spanish teenagers. The younger one, Juan, was leaning with his hands behind him on the wash basin looking down at his companion, who was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Both boys were still wearing their t-shirts, but their jeans had disappeared. Instead, they had both put on shiny white nylon soccer shorts, identical pairs (clearly they were members of the same soccer team). And the boy on the floor was working his mouth over the front of his young friend's nylon shorts!

It was such an incredibly erotic situation, the sort of thing fantasies are made of, spying on tow horny young teens lost in their own need to pleasure each other. What made it wilder for me, was the get-up - the all white strip of nylon shorts and bright t-shirt made them look like a pair of young professional soccer players - maybe they were - and so far as I am concerned there is nothing hotter. Even down to the their socks, again brilliantly white, everything was perfect for me, and I began to leak serious amounts of my pearly precum honey into my silk briefs. My hand continued to massage very gently - I wanted this to last.

Carlos had his mouth positioned over Juan's teenmeat, which pressed through the shining nylon, and as I watched I saw him close his lips over the shape formed by the youngster's knobhead in the material. Carlos began to headbob his dark young friend, who threw his head back so that his curly hair was reflected in the mirror above the wash basin. After a few minutes of this, by which time Juan's shorts had got really wet from the suck session, Carlos stood up and the two lads closed up together and began to kiss. As they did so, each of them let his hand rest on the outside of the other's shorts, and they gently massages each other through the tightly-packed nylon.

This got me really so excited, that my precum was now flooding from my mushroom head and forming a wet patch in my briefs. The Spanish teens continued to kiss, each of them feeling the hard young cockflesh filling the nylon shorts of his companion. Jean's legs were parted wide as he rested his buttocks lightly on the basin. Carlos followed suit, and both lads stroked and pressed the hard teenmeat throbbing gently in the nylon. I had such a privileged view of all this that I began to wonder if this was a set-up - could they perhaps be aware that I was there and were they performing for an audience because it turned them on? It seemed unlikely, but on the other hand they might well have seen the light from my room before I had seen theirs, in which case they might well have been watching me as I lay on my bed wanking off in my silk briefs. It was a nice thought!

Carlos began to produce low moans deep in his throat, and I could hear it clearly. Suddenly, Juan began to tug his friend's shorts sown his smooth thighs, and down they slid to his ankles. I gasped when I saw that beneath the white nylon shorts Carlos was wearing a see-through nylon string - so fucking throbbing with his dark hot boycock that I almost fainted with delight. I could see the flesh of his young cock move under the transparent nylon, and was delighted when he lightly began to feather his boymeat through the wisp of material. Wit that, Juan tugged at his own soccer shorts, and they slid down to his ankles. And, just as they had been dressed identically in shorts and t-shirts, now I saw that Juan too was wearing a transparent nylon pouch, the only difference being that his was a powder blue whereas Carlos's was cream. Like Carlos, Juan lightly stroked his hot hard dick through the sexy nylon, and I could clearly see the two teencocks giving and moving beneath the flimsy threads of material. Both youngsters were well- endowed, with hard teenage cocks filling their seethrough pouches.

Then they let their hands move across and took over the gentle rubbing of their teenmeat from each other, and the lads were now clearly panting for it. And then, to my genuine amazement and delight, Carlos turned around and looked directly at the crack in the wall and smiled broadly at me, saying something in Spanish to Juan as he did so. So they did know I was there! They moved even closer to the wooden panel so that they were just a few inches the other side of the partition, and faced me side by side, their bulging cockmounds filling their hot boypouches with throbbing young dick. Each boy still had his hand on the other's rod trapped in its nylon prison, and gently gave wanking strokes through the glistening pouch. I could see clearly Juan's foreskin moving freely back and forth over his fleshy tip, the sparkling precum smearing the nylon with warm drops of pearly juice. Carlos meanwhile was pressing his hard-on tightly against the cream-coloured g-string, and he too seemed to be dampening the transparent nylon with his teenage precum juices. I matched the slow rhythm of their masturbation with a stroking motion of my own, and slipped my hand down inside the front of my wet briefs to smear the full length of my shaft with cobweb strands of precum. I was close to cumming now, and I could tell that the two boys wouldn't be long either.

Suddenly, Carlos flipped Juan's teenmeat from the confining nylon pouch, and the youngster's throbbing stiffness stood proudly away from his smooth flat stomach, quivering urgently and dripping pearly precum onto the floor. A dark mass of the youngster's hair set off his cock and balls beautifully, but otherwise he was smooth and hairless. Juan pulled his t-shirt upwards to free his nipples, which he caressed gently as Carlos wanked his 7 inches of boyflesh. Carlos reached down to his own cock and tugged it free from his nylon g-string, wanked it gently for about 15 seconds, groaning loudly now as he did so, and then suddenly and without warning he tucked Juan's youthful boymeat back inside the skimpy nylon pouch just as the Spanish teenager's back buckled and his gush of thick creamy spunk began to flood the tightly-packed nylon.

I feverish wanked my hard cock as I saw Juan's nylon thong fill with the delicious load of creamy boyspunk, and as my own hot cum began to empty joyfully into my silk briefs I watched as Carlos emptied his juicy spunkload and pumped it over the front of Juan's already spunk-filled pouch. Carlos pumped wads of his thick pulsing boycream over his young friend's nylon brief - his spunk was so thick and rich. As a result of watching this scene, the intensity of my orgasm was incredible - I had rarely experienced anything like it, and I had to close my eyes and let my head lean back. After a few minutes or so I opened them and peered again through the chink in the panelling, but the room next door was empty. Where had they gone? I did spot their spunk- covered briefs lying on the floor, however. And then there was the gentlest tap on my door. I turned the key and opened it a fraction. Sure enough, the two Spanish beauties had arrived! They had pulled on their soccer shorts and were grinning broadly at me, as I stood there in my soaking briefs, heavy with the weight of my warm spunk.

I opened the door quickly and they came straight in, and turned the key behind them. But a moment later there was yet another quiet but firm knock, and we all looked at each other. The knock came again, Juan unlocked the door, and it was pushed quickly open as Stephen, the blond porter hurried in. He was still wearing his hotel uniform, of white shirt and black trousers. And he looked so horny, as he took us in in a glance, me in just a pair of cum-filled briefs and the two dark teenagers in their full soccer shorts and fresh white t-shirts. This was getting better by the minute!

'How did you know what was going on?' I asked.

Stephen smiled broadly, looking down once again at my spunk-filled briefs as he did so. 'Someone phoned down to reception about 20 minutes ago and told me to come up to your room in a short while, as my services would be needed. Except that whoever spoke to me didn't put it quite like that!'

Carlos raised his hand. 'It was us', he said laughing. 'When Juan and I saw you through the wall lying on your bed and stroking yourself, we thought we would have fun. We like to have lots of fun!' I headed off to the bathroom at this point to clean up, and pulled my briefs down my legs, making sure that my load of cum didn't splatter all over the floor. After drying myself off, I reached into my case and chose some fresh white nylon briefs and pulled on a pair of light blue jeans. I thought that if round two was about to begin, I wanted to enjoy stripping off all over again.

Back in the bedroom, I found that Stephen was already receiving attention from the Spanish boys. The cute young porter was lying back on the bed, and either side of him was a dark-haired teenager, caressing him through his white shirt. They had already begun to unbutton it, and his creamy-smooth chest was exposed. Juan had started to unzip Stephen's black trousers, and I moved closer to join in the fun. I rested my hand on Juan's nylon-covered arse cheeks, enjoying the feeling of his hard young buttocks pressing outwards as he bent over the reclining figure of the young porter. I pushed and moulded his cheeks under my hand, feeling the slight give of his firm flesh beneath the shiny nylon. It was sensational!

Carlos stood up as I began to feel up his companion through the white nylon shorts. After a minute or so, Carlos moved behind me and reached in front of me, and his hand began to fiddle with the catch at the top of my jeans. In return, I reached behind me and made contact with the front of his nylon shorts, so that now I had one hand on Juan's tight bum, pressing eagerly back into my hand, and the other over the front of his friend's cockmeat. And both boys were dressed in white nylon shorts, so that my hands made contact with the teenagers through the horny slippery nylon fabric. This was heaven on earth! Carlos's hot hard cock pushed firmly against my hand through his shorts, and the recently wanked cock felt ready for action again. As I rubbed the teen dick through the tight nylon, my gaze was fixed on Stephen who lay back on the bed, legs wide open. His trousers had now been unzipped, and Juan was tugging them down his legs.

Beneath his black trousers, Stephen wore a pair of creamy silk boxers, and only this sexy garment hid his hardening boymeat from our sight. His white shirt was unbuttoned completely, and the bright colour was a horny contrast to the softer cream of his boxers. Juan leant forward and started to massage Stephen's teenage cockmeat through the soft silk, and the porter sighed ecstatically. Meanwhile, I still had one hand over Juan's tight teenage bum, and I was really enjoying the firm flesh under my grasp.

Carlos had now unfastened my jeans, and they parted gently to allow ease of access to his investigating hand. He slid his fingers and then his whole hand inside my jeans, and made contact with my engorging cock which pushed through the straining white nylon briefs. Feeling this youngster's hand on my juicy mound was so horny, and I pushed forward into his hand so that he could feel my firmness thrust into his palm. The Spanish lad responded at once, and stroked me expertly through the slippery nylon, and the feel of his hand on me through the material was electric.

Meanwhile my eyes were fixed on the bed, and I couldn't stop looking at the way that Juan was rubbing young Stephen through his silk boxers. The porter filled his boxers very temptingly with a large packet of student boycock, and I just loved watching the Spanish teenager feeling up his new English friend whose wide-open legs pushed the bulging boxers upwards and forward. Then I saw that Stephen's eyes were wide open and fixed on me as eagerly as I was watching him! He was transfixed by the sight of Carlos standing behind me, his hand round the front of me stroking my not hard cock in my white nylon briefs. We caught each other's look then, and smiled, and Stephen indicated clearly that he wanted me to move closer to him. I read his lips as he mouthed 'I want to suck your cock.'

That suited me fine! I edged closer to the bed and stood over the fair-haired lad who looked directly up at me. I hadn't for a moment stopped my own careful investigation of the two curly-haired Spanish boys, and one hand continued to stroke Juan's nylon-covered backside whilst the other pressed Carlos's hard boycock through the tightly straining nylon of his white soccer shorts.

As I stood above Stephen, who gazed up at my bulging nylon cockpacket which moved gently as my throbbing meat shifted beneath the soft white nylon, I stroked Carlos more insistently as he stood behind me. Then I slid my hand down inside the front of his shiny shorts and further down still until my hand made contact with the quivering hot boycock, and I could feel the delicious slippery precum flowing freely from the lad's foreskin. I gently wanked the kid then, and even more of his pearly precum covered my fingers as I agitated the quivering flesh.

Carlos moaned gently, deep in his throat, and the sound was incredibly erotic in that hotel room. Just then, Stephen lifted himself up on the bed and rested on his elbows, positioning himself directly in front of my full briefs. He brushed his lips against the white nylon, and I almost fainted with joy as he then closed his mouth over the material and began gently, very gently, to suck my cock through the shiny nylon. I could feel my precum leaking copiously from my knobhead, and I knew that it was oozing through the tight nylon into the teenager's mouth. Slowly, so slowly, he began to bob his head backwards and forwards over my briefs, and in return, in rhythm with his movements, I pushed my hot knob in and out of his attentive mouth. He sucked more urgently then, as he did so massaging his balls through the silky nylon with one hand. He eagerly tongued up the precum which forced its way through the tight material, slurping as he did so. I knew that despite my recent orgasm, I was well on the way to delivering a hot load of thick cream into his eager mouth.

Juan had not for a moment stopped working on Stephen's sexy silk boxers. He had found the fly to the shorts, and by a skilful manoeuvre managed to flip Stephen's cock out of the opening so that the quivering boydick stuck out. Juan was now wanking Stephen off in steady long strokes, moving up and down the boy's dick, shiny and slick with his own precum, from the tip of his loose foreskin to the base of his length where the full fat balls moved gently in rhythm. It was an amazing sight, and was made more exciting when I saw Juan slip his free hand down the front of his own soccer shorts. It had looked good when I had watched him through the partition being tossed off next door by his boyfriend, but now that he was just inches from me, I was desperate to get my mouth on his shorts. Juan pulled a chair next to the bed and stood on it, and instinctively moved towards me. I kept my hand on the outside of his shorts, massaging his silky buttocks, and then pressed him into me, my mouth closing on the warm shiny smoothness of the nylon soccer shorts. My other hand was still wanking Carlos inside his shorts!

I could make out the hard shape of the young Spanish boy's cock through the nylon shorts with my mouth, and the softer ballsack beneath. The heady aroma of his hot boyflesh through the nylon sent me crazy with lust, the mixture of precum and sweat mingling with the warm nylon. I sucked the lad urgently, trying to get him to produce even more of the delicious precum honey which I drank with relish. The nylon shorts became transparent with my sucking, and the hot hard cock showed clearly through, with the tangle of dark pubic hair. His large mushroom head moved easily back and forth as I sucked him, and the lad was close to cumming.

Stephen continued his expert work on me all the while, and my white briefs were also now almost transparent. I glanced down at myself and could see my cock through the thin shiny material, moving in and out of the teenager's mouth. The suddenly, Stephen tugged gently at the front of my tight briefs, and my cock sprang free: he plunged gis mouth over the naked cock and drank my precum with obvious delight.

It was pretty noisy in that room, I can tell you. Carlos was moaning ecstatically as I felt his hard teenmeat inside his shorts, and both Stephen and I were slurping noisily as we sucked cock. Juan was groaning too with the pleasure of my work on his boystick.

And then the spunk began to shoot! Juan was first to cum, and emptied his wad of boycream into his soccer shorts. I bobbed fast on his dick as he did so, and some beads of his creamy spunk oozed through the nylon into my hungry mouth. Then I felt Carlos arch his back, and I increased my wanking strokes, until the handsome youngster shot his Spanish spunk over my hand and filled up his soccer shorts with teencream.

Stephen was close to cumming too, as Juan masturbated him quickly, and then suddenly he was there and a rich flood of his ivory cum pumped out, falling back onto his creamy silk boxers in a rich puddle. I was the last to cum, and as my spunk began to travel up my shaft from my tightening balls, I looked down once again at my cock as Stephen sucked me off. Then the spunk began to shoot, in a feverish orgasm, and I was amazed to see my own cum fill the blond boy's mouth and then begin overflow onto the carpet. The pleasure was so intense - I had never had so horny a cum session and seeing this teenage boy's mouth fill up with my own spunk was incredibly hot.

The moaning and groaning from all of us began to subside, and after a few minutes Stephen said, his mouth still white from my ivory spunk: 'well, this is hardly fair. You guys have one over on me - I've only cum, once.'

'I'm sure that we can do something to help you out there,' I said, tucking my cock back into my white nylon briefs. The Spanish teens looked so sexy, lying back together on the bed in their cum-covered soccer shorts. They seemed game for anything...


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