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Barney
Barney's Weekend in Brighton
Summary
Having had a great time in the famous British seaside resort's only leather bar in the summer, red- headed Londoner, Alan heads off to Brighton for a weekend break, despite it being out of season. After discovering on his walk from the station, that his favourite venue has closed in the intervening months, he settles into his tiny hotel room, goes out for a meal and spends his first night cruising the nearby gay pub and disco dressed in his biker gear.
But when the only guy who catches his eye takes flight, he decides to cut his losses and have an early night, in the hope that Saturday might have something better to offer. However, a chance encounter on his walk back to his hotel along the rain-drenched promenade, results in him stumbling across just the sort of man and the sort of sex he was looking for. A happenstance that succeeds in transforming his weekend break into one that he will never forget!
- In Seventh Heaven
I was awoken from my slumbers by a bang and a loud clatter, followed by a conversation in a language I didn't understand. Next a light was switched on in the hall outside and the creak of floorboards indicated that whoever was making the noise was headed in my direction.
Inside the room, it was dark but for the red glow from the bar fire, which had by now made the room uncomfortably hot. Unsurprisingly, the reek of piss, stale beer and semen now filled the air. Due to the heat, I had long since kicked off the sheets and lay on top of the bed completely naked with by wrists still cuffed to the rail above my head.
"Thomas? Is that you?" I hissed hopefully, realising that it was already too late to cover myself up.
But before I received an answer, the door burst open and no less than three men were silhouetted linked arm-in-arm against the light from the corridor.
I recognised the muscular figure of Thomas in the middle of the trio despite his face hanging forward limply, propped up on the shoulders of the same two companions I had seen drinking with him in the bar earlier. He was plainly as drunk as a lord!
As the stench from the room hit them full in the face, one guy made a comment to the other that I presumed was about the smell.
Preoccupied with keeping Thomas on his feet the two of them first dragged him across to the armchair and set him down in it, before one of them returned to the door to switch on the light.
"Fuck!" they exclaimed in unison, resorting to English to find a suitable expletive, as my naked and manacled body was suddenly revealed to them.
In the brighter light, I could see that one guy was little more than a slender adolescent of around eighteen, while the other was nearer twice his age.
After getting over their initial shock, the pair resumed speaking in their mother tongue leaving me with no idea whether my presence in Thomas's bedroom was welcome or not. Did they know the chef was gay, I wondered. Were they as well?
After conferring, their next move was to get rid of the disgusting smell that pervaded the room. The youngster picked up the plastic bag from the floor, dropped the urine-soaked towel and the beer can into it and took it out to the corridor. His companion meanwhile opened up the window to let in some fresh air.
The two then stood beside the bed and continued to stare at me in fascination. Had the chef boasted to them about me in his cups and invited them back to molest me or had he completely forgotten about my existence?
Either way, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut until I knew the answers to these questions!
As I looked back at them uneasily, I saw a lascivious grin spread slowly across the older one's moustached face as he began to realise that, not only did I present no threat to him or his mate, but that they would be free to do whatever they liked with me.
After a quip to his companion, which sent the youngster into a fit of the giggles, he began to unzip his fly.
As though to confirm that I was now completely at the mercy of these two strangers, Thomas let out a loud snore from the chair behind them.
The older guy took out his cock and, as he pulled on it, cast his large brown eyes up and down my body breathing heavily. Then he reached out to touch me with his other hand, leaving me in little doubt about his sexual inclinations!
When I made no attempt to move away or cry out, the youngster followed his example and soon the two of them were running their hands freely over my exposed limbs and torso, seemingly fascinated by the softness and pallor of my skin.
The instant they touched me my cock began to stir and continued to harden rapidly as the prospect of a being fucked by two more horny South Asian guys flashed through my head.
I stayed silent and let my cock to do the talking for me - why would I object when this was the stuff of my dreams - plus I just love guys with moustaches!
Encouraged that his advances appeared to be welcomed, the older guy ran his fingers through my hair, planted a whiskey-scented kiss on my lips and slowly prised his tongue into my mouth. While he kissed me, he reaching down to my chest and gently teased my nipples, which also instantly stood to attention in response to his touch.
My cock was now as stiff as a flagpole, something which had not escaped the attention of the younger member of the duo who at this point, with the blessing of his companion, seized the opportunity to explore my lower portions.
I felt him pull down my foreskin as though curious to discover what lay beneath it, then wrap his fingers around my shaft and tug on it a few times before, to my surprise, enveloping it in his mouth and, regardless of the spunk and piss it must have been coated with, commence sucking on it. So, he too was gay I concluded!
As his excitement grew, the older guy broke off from kissing me and after a wary glance in the direction of Thomas, who was still snoring contentedly, set about tearing off his clothes.
Now it was my turn to stare as he proceeded to reveal his sinuous, dark-skinned body to me which, unlike that of the chef, was covered from head to toe by a covering of lush black hair.
He smiled at me when he spotted that I was watching him, giving me a glimpse of his sparking white teeth, which contrasted becomingly with his moustache and dark brown skin. Although I could hardly tear my eyes away from him, I noticed the youngster was following his companion's lead and starting to shed his own clothes as he continued to suck me.
To avoid hindering his younger companion, once naked, the older guy knelt over me with his legs at either side of my chest and thrust his cock into my face. Thankfully, his member was of more modest dimensions than the ones of the Latin guy and my college buddy, but a mouthful nonetheless!
I puckered up as the manly smell of his sweat and urine wafted toward me which I noticed was scented with a trace of Indian spices from the food he'd eaten or been busy cooking in the hotel kitchen that day. Soon my own juices were mingling with those of his own and I was contentedly sucking away on his cock.
Given that there was little I could do to prevent whatever the duo had in mind for me, I realised I was getting off lightly. So far, at least, they were doing exactly what I would have wished! In fact, the youngster was so adept at sucking cock, that I was soon pulling hard against my restraints as he drew me relentlessly closer and closer to orgasm.
From the taste of his older pal's juices, I guessed he was close to cumming too, but instead of shooting his load he instead extracted his cock from my mouth and dangled his hairy balls in front of my face.
"Lick 'dem!" he whispered.
By now, so turned on was I by my own helplessness and the sexual proficiency of my two admirers, that without any hesitation, I eagerly stuck out my tongue to lick away his sweat and then lathered them both with my saliva. When, in response, the guy resumed wanking himself whilst uttering little gasps of approval, I demonstrated my eagerness to please him by gently enveloping each of them in my mouth in turn.
"Now you lick my arse!" the older guy demanded excitedly, finally extracting his balls from my mouth and performing a rapid about turn. He then squatted down over my head and eased himself forward until his hairy butt was positioned over my face.
Although I knew what was expected of me, I found myself worried that his arse might not prove to be as appetizing as his cock! So, as he prised apart his cheeks and positioned his hole directly over my lips, I tentatively breathed in through my nose to sample its odour.
Reassured to find his arse smelt of nothing more distasteful than sweat, I told myself there was nowhere else I either wanted or deserved to be than cocooned in the fetid darkness and warmth beneath this beautiful guy's arse. Embracing the completeness of my humiliation, I sank my face into his crack and after kissing his hairy buttocks in gratitude, tentatively eased my tongue inside his hole.
Picking up on my growing excitement, his younger companion, upped the pace of his sucking as though he couldn't wait to sample the taste of my spunk and expertly brought me ever closer to orgasm.
"Deeper!" he urged, as he excitedly wiggled his arse from side to side as he upped the pace of his wanking before clamping his buttocks down tight over both my nose and mouth.
Luckily, I managed to catch a breath to avoid the risk of being asphyxiated, as no matter how hard I tugged against my bonds and rocked my straddled torso from side, I was unable to dislodge his buttocks from my face. Inspired by my fruitless struggles and eventual surrender, the older guy's wanking shuddered to a halt as I prised my tongue even deeper into his hole. After which I felt waves of his warm cum wash over my chest like an incoming tide.
My wildest fantasies more than fulfilled, I simultaneously shot my load into the youngster's mouth, in spurt after glorious spurt until I was finally spent.
"Do a get ta fuck im nar?" I heard Thomas comment caustically to his mates, after being awakened by the sound of the older guy's groans of pleasure.
"Me first!" called out the still horny youngster, hoisting my legs onto his shoulders, the moment his companion was out of the way.
When his pals broke into laughter I couldn't help smiling too.
This was turning out to be one hell of a weekend!
END
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