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The only sense he had was one of pain, of blinding agony. Sight, Sound, Hearing, Taste, they all gave way to an explosion of pure agony.
He, whoever he was in this particular moment, with even his identity having given way to the pain, had never experienced anything like this before and, when he could consider thinking, knew he never wanted to feel it again.
Slowly the pain gave way to the other senses. Not entirely of course, but enough for the bloke to remember his own name.
Richard. He was Richard.
Pain gave way to the feeling of a pillow beneath his head, a mattress under his body, and the warmth of a person pressing against him. Hold on… he was fairly sure it was two people, except he’d never slept with more than one person in his life!
Except, that wasn’t true, was it? What about Helen? And then yesterday, or maybe just earlier? There had been more, hadn’t there? Sharing each other without guilt, dismay or jealousy. Even Helen…
He wanted to look down to the warmth upon his chest, but the pain had asserted itself between his eyes, and opening them even a crack was absolute agony. It would be some time before he had the energy.
As the memories slowly crept back, Richard was quite happy with what went down thank you very much.
He remembered finding Helen sucking on someone else’s cock, before their partner began blowing him in return, and then… more? Three of them? And then there had been pizza, video games, and beer, wine… shots? Oh yeah, lots of shots… Christ, there had been an awful lot of shots…
He did remember that, when they’d stopped playing video games they’d left the apartment as a group, even spending some time down at the pool when the rain finally stopped. It had been late, but Helen especially had felt keen to see as much of the hotel as possible. It hadn’t been a popular idea, but they’d agreed to it if only… oh, fuck.
They’d agreed only if everyone had gone down naked. They’d skinny-dipped as a group, well, six of the group, Georgia and Graham had disappeared some time earlier, but other people had joined in, hadn’t they?
Oh, that’s right! The headache briefly abated as he remembered with happiness the sexy skinhead who’d attached herself first to Helen’s engorged breasts before moving onto her dripping cunt. His lover had already been stretched from the multiple cocks she’d taken, yet she’d still come hard. Thinking about it, she had even brought the woman back to their suite…
It was as he remembered that particular revelation that blood flushed from his head to his groin, causing his headache to return, undoubtedly from a lack of non-alcoholic drinks last night, but also caused him to take note of his bladder, which had decided now was the time to tell him he was fit to burst.
Annoyed, his eyes still mostly closed, remaining difficult to open, he raised the head on his chest slightly as he slipped out of bed, only a slight murmur an acknowledgement that any movement had occurred.
Returning from the ensuite bathroom about a litre lighter in the bladder, Richard had done his best to replace the fluid lost by drinking straight from the tap. Bloody hell, he still felt like absolute shit but at least he could now open his eyes.
As he stared into the mirror he looked back on himself with dismay. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess and he felt completely and utterly fucked. All he wanted to do was to return to bed, cuddle Helen and hopefully return to sleep so he didn’t have to deal with his goddamn head.
This, however, was not to be the case, as when he looked at the bed, it wasn’t Helen whose head he’d removed from his chest, not Helen at all.
It was Simon.
As he looked down upon the sleeping Filipino Richard’s mind was filled with complete and utter confusion, with fuck all memory of how this would have come to be. One thing that he did not doubt for one moment was that, in his drunken state, he’d likely fucked him.
There was a part of Richard that he’d always tried to suppress, the same part that had caused him to focus on watching a film rather than the orgy occurring around him that even involved his own missus, just in case he showed too much interest in things he wasn’t supposed to.
It was the part of him that had always been attracted to men.
Not that he was gay. He enjoyed lesbian porn far too much for that to be the case, but he’d always been pretty sure that he was bisexual. The issue was that he was a bisexual man born to a very Catholic family. His own grandparents had almost disavowed their daughter, Richard’s mother because she had been four months pregnant at the time of her marriage. It had taken his birth, where they’d immediately fallen in love with him, for that threat to disappear completely. But to be bisexual, or gay, as they would see it, he doubted that they would take it well.
Richard knew well there was a difference between gay and bisexual, but he doubted his grandfather did. His considerably less strict parents probably struggled to tell the şişli escort difference because, like many ignorant people, they thought that if you were a bloke with a bloke, you must be gay, If you were a bloke with a woman, you were straight. It couldn’t be that you still fancied both, it was black and white and that was that.
The very thought that his grandparents would refuse to speak to him if he admitted he was bi had proven too great a risk, so Richard had spent every moment since he’d been fifteen pushing down any interest in men, so much so that he’d even considered that he’d maybe ‘cured’ himself of his bisexuality.
Yet, as he looked down upon the torso of the lithe, young man in front of him he realised that wasn’t the case.
Unsure of what to do next, Richard headed out into the main room and thought he’d grab some breakfast in the hope that food would fix his confusion, yet as his eyes adjusted to the bright light in comparison to the gloom of the room, he saw two nude figures cuddled up on the sofa.
“Hey hunny,” Helen called over, her head lying upon the inflated chest of the bald vixen, “did you sleep well?”
“Not as well as I’d like,” he admitted, his eyes admiring the curves of Helen, her stomach protruding in a way that made him shiver, while the toned abs of Baldy had him wondering whether her pussy muscles were just as toned, “especially because I… well, I woke up to a surprise.”
Baldy laughed, her Irish accent apparent in such an innocuous action.
“I bet you did lad. First time?”
“Yes,” Richard admitted, recognising she meant with a man not that he was a virgin, “but I don’t know for certain there even has been a first time. I don’t remember a thing, apart from skinny-dipping down at the pool.”
“Well,” Helen grinned widely, “our little group made a few friends, including Roxanne here. There was Simon, as you know,” she laughed, “and quite a lot of horny ladies. Heck, even Terry made an appearance, but I think he disappeared with two Chinese girls, so fuck knows. All I know is that the two of you had been pretty handsy down by the pool and, when we came back up here with Roxanne, Simon requested we didn’t join you in bed. I don’t know about you,” she spoke with honesty and determination, “but I think Simon might prefer the company of men.”
“Aye,” Roxanne agreed with a smile, “I even offered to suck his cock, but the lad refused! Out of all you lads, he’s the only one to say no.”
“That is weird,” Richard agreed, “you’d think he’d prefer someone as masculine as you.”
It was only when the words were out of his mouth that Richard realised what he’d said, and embarrassment flooded his body, but before he could apologise Roxanne was already laughing.
“Aye lad, you’d have thought so, but it seems not. Probably because of this!”
Without delay she spread her legs, revealing her hairy cunt to the world. Taken aback by the behaviour, Richard went bright red out of embarrassment, something he recognised probably didn’t help the ‘is he, isn’t he’ questions about his sexuality that he assumed were in the two ladies’ minds.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Roxanne spoke honestly, her face showing genuine guilt, “especially if you prefer the cock…”
“I don’t prefer the cock,” was Richard’s hurried response, “I mean, I don’t have a preference. I like both, but I’ve only done one.”
“Ah, Irish parents?”
“Grandparents,” he admitted, Roxanne nodding knowingly, “I’ve always hidden it.”
“You weren’t hiding it last night,” Helen laughed, her breasts and stomach wobbling from the action, “you were quite happily telling everyone how you planned to suck that cock. As I said before, we were quite happy to join you both in bed, except when Simon decided you two were to go alone, you weren’t arguing.”
“Fuck…”
Going quiet, Richard looked out of the windows that dominated one wall onto the view of the Las Vegas strip, “I can’t believe that I’ve finally had my first male experience and I don’t remember a goddamn thing. Fuck!”
Watching them both laugh, Richard only felt infuriated at them both.
“This isn’t funny,” he insisted, “I have been hiding this, wanting this all my fucking life, and I’ve fucking missed it! FUCK!”
“You missed nothing,” a voice from behind Richard surprised him, causing him to jump, “your cock, well, it decided not to do the job, so we just fell asleep together.”
Turning around, Richard saw Simon standing in front of the bedroom door, his lower half covered in the bed sheet. Seeing him in the cold light of day, the short, slim, dark-skinned man that stood before him sent shivers through his body. Embarrassingly, standing naked before them all, he felt his cock stir.
“Doesn’t look like he has that problem now,” Roxanne sniggered, although, to Richard’s great relief Helen shushed her silent.
“I was pissed out of my mind,” Richard insisted defensively, “I don’t even remember anything.”
“It is okay,” Simon said politely, although unable to look Richard in the taksim escort eye, “you were drunk, I understand. I will get my clothes and go.”
“Please, don’t do that,” Richard begged, “I was so drunk I couldn’t get an erection for anyone, not because you’re a guy. I still want to fuck you.”
Looking him directly in the eye, Simon’s expression was a mixture of confusion and pure, unadulterated hope.
“Why?” He asked with force, “You are not gay…”
“No,” Richard interrupted, “I’m not. I’m bisexual.”
Confused, Simon pointed at Helen, her feminity on show to anyone and everyone.
“But you have her?” He asked in confusion before demanding to know, “Why are you lying?”
Sighing, Richard was annoyed to see that certain assumptions transcended sexuality.
“I’m bisexual,” he repeated, “I like both men and women. I want to fuck a cunt while your dicks in my ass. I’ve always repressed the side of me that likes dudes,” he admitted, “because my family are so homophobic, but being here, getting to do what I want, I want to fuck you.”
Going bright red, Simon visibly struggled with an appropriate response.
“I, but you, with Helen…” he stuttered.
“She’s fit as fuck,” Richard admitted, “but I also want to bend you over and fuck you, also,” he pointed at the couple on the sofa, “if they can shag someone of the same gender, why would it be so weird for us to do it? Is bisexuality only okay when it’s women?”
It was apparent to both Helen and Roxanne that Simon was struggling with the revelation, and it was only Helen slapping Roxanne on the tit that stopped her from interfering, allowing Richard time to work it out himself.
“Right,” he snapped at Simon, “you’ve got a choice. Either grab your clothes and fuck off, or get back on that bed and bend the fuck over. Your choice, but I’m not waiting any more.”
Beginning to walk towards the petite Filipino, a shiver ran through Richard as Simon practically ran into the bedroom. Looking back at Helen and Roxanne with glee, the two of whom were grinning like Cheshire cats while giving him a thumbs up, he followed Simon into the bedroom, no longer worried about what people would think.
Fuck, his partner was out there with another woman, so it was hardly like he was doing anything different.
Following Simon into the bedroom, he could see that he’d followed his instructions to a tee, his petite, dark ass on show.
“Good boy,” Richard smiled as he spoke, “but before we move onto that I think you can get your mouth around it first.”
Despite already being hard, he just wanted the full experience and, with a partner quite so pliable, Richard decided to make the most of it, sliding into the bed next to Simon who was now lying upon his side, staring at Richard as if he were some God.
Laying down next to him, Simon had hardly lay down by the time Richard’s mouth had made its way around the tip of his cock. Got to put it to him, but he was definitely keen.
Enjoying the sensation, Richard could see that Simon was nervous as he began, but eventually began to ease into it, even getting his small hands around the base as his mouth got stuck about halfway down.
Looking at the body before him, Simon admired the slim, almost feminine body. Hairless and sleek, as his eyes reached his cock Richard could see that the Filipino wasn’t overly gifted, but that was probably for the best seeing as he’d never done this before, even if he had considered it often.
Keen to try more, Richard told his lover to bend over, an act instantly followed. Luckily, he had a bottle of lube by the bedside for the times he’d been too embarrassed to ask one of the girls to fuck him. The few times he’d had his end away, it had only been when a woman had started the conversation. Asking, even when he knew they couldn’t say no, seemed too forward.
Spurting lube onto his cock, he wanked it up and down before, adding even more lube, he inserted a finger inside the asshole spread before him, admiring the small but perfectly round balls that hung before them as he did so.
The finger seemed to work, so, as he added a second Richard reached around to grab a hold of Simon’s cock, wanking him off gently as he penetrated him. Although unable to see his partner’s face the sounds that emanated from that direction seemed to be positive, so he decided to keep at it for a few minutes, but not too long, as he wanted to cum too.
It wasn’t long before his impatience got the best of him and, removing his fingers Richard positioned his dick at the now well-lubed asshole. He took his time, pressing without penetrating until finally, slowly, he slid in the tip.
Ignoring Simon’s quiet yet audible gasp, Richard continued to slide himself in further and further. When he reached halfway, he reached beneath his lover and returned to wanking him off. To his surprise, this caused Simon to cry out in ecstasy and, feeling his cock jolt, he felt him spurt his cum across the bed.
Spurred on by this despite not having reached full mecidiyeköy escort penetration, Richard found his own balls beginning to tighten so, with his own shout of passion, released his load inside his lover, collapsing upon his back in relief and relaxation.
“Oh,” Simon gasped, “I am sorry, I did not know…”
Laughing, Richard pulled Simon onto his side, his cock remained within the Filipino’s asshole.
“No sorry,” Richard spoke, spooning his lover happily, “there is nothing to be sorry about. I have wanted that for a while.”
A smile of cheeky happiness crossed Simon’s face before he pressed back against the man who’d just filled him.
They stayed that way for some time, silent but happy, until an exclamation from the doorway shattered their peace.
“Jaysus!” It announced. “I knew you two were desperate but I didn’t think you would be done already!”
Richard, peering above his lover could see Roxanne standing in the doorway, still naked, still alluring. Despite having just ejaculated he couldn’t help but feel his loins stir once more, causing Simon to groan.
“Oh fuck no…” he moaned, moving forward so Richard’s limp, for now, dick fell out of his ass, “I am too sensitive… am not ready for second round.”
“Well son,” Roxanne winked at the petite man before her, “by the way your boyfriend’s cock is getting bigger it seems like he disagrees.”
“Helen not joining?” Richard enquired trying to peer around the door.
“Bless her, she’s fast asleep. Probably staying up all night having her pussy sucked and fucked. Anyway,” Roxanne continued as if Richard’s recently limp cock wasn’t now concrete hard again, “I’ve had the missus, I rather fancied doing the boyfriend too. Now don’t get me wrong,” she continued seemingly ignorant of Simon’s shocked expression, “I do love cunt, but I’m aching for something not plastic in me. You up for it? Assuming,” she finally glanced at Simon, “there are no objections?”
Waving a hand limply, unintentionally following his cocks example, Simon was surprisingly gracious, having been so protective and defensive just last night.
“I have had my wicked way,” he grinned, “until I…” he struggled for the word before snatching it triumphantly, “reload! Then he is yours to use as you wish. Perhaps,” he raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, “next time we can share him together.”
“Oooh,” Roxanne’s expression was keen but somewhat malicious, “you and me as the bread, Richard as the filling?”
“Perhaps, Miss Roxy,” Simon nodded, “we can make this work very well.”
Without saying another word Simon kissed Richard passionately and deeply before, without warning he jumped off the bed, sashaying away into the ensuite bathroom, the sound of the shower running revealing the result of his actions.
“Well,” clearing his throat, Richard became very aware of where his cock had been most recently, “I suppose I’d best quickly go clean myself up before… woah!”
Quick as a Cheetah, Roxanne had gone from standing alluringly in the doorway to kneeling on the bed, pushing him back onto the cum soaked sheets. From this vantage point, he could see finer details of the Irish beauty. Washboard abs, perfectly round, fake breasts, if he was given her description Richard would likely have avoided her, assuming she was trying too hard, but in reality, it was clear she didn’t give a fuck about anyone’s opinion but hers. Shaving your head completely bald, while her fanny remained unshaven although perhaps trimmed, well, it wasn’t a tactic likely to pull the majority of men’s attention away from the stunners with long flowing locks, but that’s probably because he realised that wasn’t what she was after.
She wasn’t trying to pull them in, she was actively chasing them.
Richard knew she’d sucked or fucked the majority of the blokes present and had assumed she was trying to work her way through all ten of them, although whether she’d bypass Simon now he’d admitted his preferences would be another thing entirely.
Despite knowing he was playing the game Richard was still taken by surprise when she took his average but stiff cock deep in her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “you know I haven’t washed that?”
Shrugging, Roxanne continued to take him in and out slowly, gently using a hand to wank him off when his entire length wasn’t engulfed within her mouth.
Having cum recently, very recently, and feeling incredibly sensitive Richard was glad his balls would need some time to reload. It was clear she was good at what she did, but she was also used to being in charge, in setting the rules. It was time to change that.
“Get on your back,” he spoke quietly when she’d come up for air, and when she immediately went to argue Richard raised a finger, his meaning obvious. He could tell her what to do whether she liked it or not, and where usually the intensity of her actions overloaded the senses in the here and now Richard could withstand it.
Frustration clear upon her face, she did as was told, although having assumed he would immediately resort to oral she couldn’t hide her surprise as, getting up from the bed he gathered a couple of items from a drawer, coming back with a bottle of lube, a small vibrator and, most interestingly, a small piece of what looked like cloth.