KEVIN WAS GOING TO PARLIAMENT HOUSE IN ORLANDO TO BE A WHORE
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By Kevin McLean (Sebring homecoming, continued)
After a couple of weeks staying at my parent’s house in Sebring I could no longer pretend that I was enjoying myself. I missed the whoring and the promiscuous behavior. Fourth of July weekend would be upon us soon and I thought I could go to Orlando and stay at Parliament House. Of course, it was full but I left my phone number and asked them to call if they had any cancellations. They did and I took a room, but the stipulation was that it was a double room and I had to share it with somebody. That was fine with me, it was better than not staying there at all.
I checked in at noon and the place looked clean and pleasant enough. The front desk people were very likeable and helpful. I got to the room and met the devastatingly beautiful stud I was to share the room with. I almost fell backwards on my ass when I walked in and saw him wearing nothing but these cut offs. His body and face were magnificent and I was almost sure he was a top. Now if only he would be attracted to me, I had it made.
His name was Earl and he was from the Tallahassee area. He had dark hair and brown eyes, his hair was cut short on the sides and he had some tats. He looked at me and there it was…I felt it, it was chemistry. Although I could not say for sure, I kind of sensed it. You know when a guy looks at you and he is interested. He was sitting on the couch and had his arm raised behind his head. I could appreciate the beautiful body and the nice hairy armpits.
I put the suitcase on the bed, opened it and got a Speedo and a pair of thongs because I wanted to go to the pool area. When I was coming in it looked like it was wall to wall guys and I wanted to check it out but first I had to take a shower.
In to the shower I went and when I came out with a towel wrapped around my waist, Earl was on his bed, totally naked with a big pole sticking up and just begging for attention. He says: “Kevin, you want some of this?”
I dropped the towel on the floor, climbed on the bed between his spread legs and went for his cock.
Earl had a good eight inches of uncut meat and he was as I said hairy. I got that thing in my mouth and started to suck away. It was as sweet as a pop sickle, the pre-cum he was producing was as abundant as any man’s ejaculation. I just couldn’t believe how much pre-cum there was; sweet, transparent and plentiful. It didn’t take him long to reach around and started to play with my ass. I welcomed his advances by moving closer to make it easier on him. He got his fingers wet and proceeded to finger fuck me. It felt wonderful and he was loosening my pucker hole for what was to follow.
He turned me over and now it was with his tongue; he started to eat my ass like a hungry puppy, just would not let go of it, biting, licking and penetrating it with his tongue and in my opinion he was very talented in the art of rimming.
Oh how I was looking forward to that big cock of his to be inside my ass. But I still was not saying anything other than the inevitable groan and moaning that rimming makes me voice. Earl was as hard as a rock and it was pulsating, throbbing and just ready for the invasion. He got up kneeling behind me and brought my whole body up with one pull, strong and assertive and he then went in without any difficulty. There was some pain but I wasn’t going to bitch, I was getting fucked and I was thanking my lucky stars.
“ah, shit, this is awesome dude, you have the best ass, ah, ah, ah, it is so tight and hot, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah, you are milking my dick you mother fucker, you keep up that shit and you are gonna make me cum, ah, ah, yeah, yeah, that’s it, squeeze it, yeah, yeah, that is one sweet, hot ass, ay, ay, ay, I’m cumming, aaaaaaaaahhhh, fuck, shit, mother fucker, you made me cum, ahhhh, ahhh.”
After the wonderful fucking I got, we both went to the pool. It seems that Earl would be ready to go again. He picked up a stud within ten minutes of being there. They went to the room and returned half an hour later. Then it was my turn. I cruised this real cute guy with a very nice body and a pretty face. He had to be in his mid twenties and looked like he was a college student. I took him to the room and he fucked me. I did spend at least forty five minutes, a little longer than Earl. It went on like that for about a couple of hours. Earl would pick up a trick, take him to the room, fuck him and come back. I would follow with some cute number and this went on for a good three hours. I counted 8 cumloads up my ass. I don’t know if Earl came every time he took a trick to the room, because if he did, his name ought not to be Earl but Clark Kent as in Superman.
Earl and I went to get something to eat and we both took a nap after dinner, it was the exhaustion from all the fucking and a couple of drinks we had, but we just had to sleep for a little while before we joined the rest of the crew at the bar for the evening’s celebration.
At this place, it seems that everyone in Orlando wants to be there for the big weekends. They tell me that Labor Day and Memorial Day are big here. Also the White Party and New Years Eve. But for this fourth of July they had drag shows, music, and strippers. They even had some porn stars courtesy of COLT who sent Mathew Rush and another one whose face is very familiar but whose name I can’t remember.
If the afternoon had been busy, the evening proved to be twice as good. Earl had a little group of five for a mini orgy which I joined and ended up being everyone’s cum bag. Then I started to pick up one by one some of the best looking dudes in the joint I even had one of the strippers and at the end of the evening, when the bar closed it was one of the bartenders. All in all, I had 12 cumloads in my ass and 8 in my mouth. By now I had lost count of what I had in the afternoon. It seemed that it was one long, endless stream of jizz into my ass and into my mouth.
I returned to Sebring the following day and rested. I was not to go out again until the following weekend when I went to Tampa and there I painted the town red.
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