HIS69-443 Hot Rocks Resort

Excerpt

I doze for a while, but I’m too full of thinking about the days ahead to sleep. I wake up about an hour later, my cock hard and hot.

I remember the bellboy saying I should just call, and I think of many ways he could help me right now. But then I remember what he said about seeing what else Visions Retreat had to offer. Besides, my stomach grumbles. I realize I haven’t eaten—food-since the morning.

My cock aches while I take a shower. The bellboy has just gotten me started. Now I’m ready for some real sex—lots of it.

It’s all I can do to keep from jerking off in the hot shower. I lather myself up and rub my soapy cock until I nearly cream. Then I think about the bellboy and the other men I saw as I walked to my room. I realize I don’t want to waste my cum on the shower floor, not with all that meat around.

So I stop, my rod throbbing with the need to shoot.

I quickly get dressed. Through my white, tight-fitting cotton trousers you can see the clear outline of my still hard cock. It’s long and full, stretching down my right pant leg. I slip on a blousy shirt, leaving my chest exposed to my waist.

A quick check in the mirror affirms that I look pretty good. At twenty-six, my body, is prime. I have a good tan, and my exercise routine has paid off with a tight, muscular body and a look of general health.

I walk down the hall to the restaurant. It’s a plush, wood-panelled room, decorated with ceiling fans, bamboo screens and plants. Tropical. It looks like a set from Casablanca.

There a groups of men eating, drinking and talking at tables all around the room. I don’t know anyone, I realize. I hadn’t thought about bringing along a friend. Now it looks like I’ll be stuck alone. Everyone else seems so friendly. They must have come in groups.

Suddenly, I feel someone from behind me grab my right arm. “Looks like you’re here to eat,” he says, emphasizing the last word.

I turn to see who’s talking to me. He’s about thirty, dark, with a handsome face and a well trimmed black moustache. Then I wander with my eyes to his crotch and see one of the biggest baskets I’ve ever seen. It went clear down one side of his pants, halfway to his knee. That sucker was a foot long if an inch!