All characters in this story are over 18.
The rhythm of my pelvic thrusts was swiftly intensifying. My sweaty groin slapped against Glen's bit sweaty butt cheeks. He was beginning to groan like the beautiful boy he was. Well, he was still beautiful to me anyways. I groaned myself, the self-consciously macho groan that I had learned when I first came on the scene and discovered I was a top. We were, in this room of the cheap hotel who's entire clientele at present were here for the big gay event-night of the year in this provincial town.
Me and Glen.
We had first hooked up back in the year 2000 when I was 19 and he 18. We had been princes of the club scene. We fucked our way through countless other twinks and young jocks. We had together featured in a cheap trashy twink porn video. We remained friends with benefits and in a sense neither of us wanted to admit, we were made for each other and our feelings weren't completely of the basest nature either. But nevermind. We have enjoyed the occasional and extremely energetic fuck down through the years. Now, here as we are both approaching our mid 40s we are still enjoying a smash. I grind away to bust my nut in his now rather more ample 42 year old arse, remembering the pert pair of peaches and sweet boyhole of 25years ago when I first breached his tight pink ring. He moaned like a bitch then too.
Awwh! this feels good.
I pick up the pace, slapping his ass cheeks. Nearing it, when suddenly....
Tittering from the direction of the door. What the fuck....? I break off my exertions and look around.
There, in the open doorway stand two cute, lean twinks, giggling like little girls, mocking smiles on their fresh boyish faces. Fuck....we should have known. Should have made sure the door was locked. The hotel had basically become a big brothel for the occasion, with trade going on on every floor and clubbers drifting up from the venue below. This pair we had seen while we down there earlier in the night ourselves. One of us had made a remark to the effect that they were just like what we had been 25years ago. They had noticed our attention and proceeded to tease us with their lithe young bodies before scorning us when we offered to buy them drinks. I then told them to fuck off and that when we were their age they would have had no chance with us.....Now they were there...in the doorway, watching and laughing derisively at the two middle aged dudes humping.
This killed my dick stone dead (for the moment).
"what the fuck do you want? Get out!!" I roared at them. Glen, still bent over and chugging away on his tool looked round, pink and sweaty faced. The pair continued to laugh, but walked in fully and shut and locked the door behind them.
"Well, we just wanted to see what two fit studs like you were getting up to. Y'know, since we're so obviously out of your league. What do dads who can't pick up lads end up doing together? Huh? Like, do they just end up doing each other? Obviously yes...!" the blonde one twittered in mocking tones.
