The Savoy Part 5 - Rhys the Barman
Alex spent a few hours in the bar celebrating that particular night. It would have been the sort of story Rhys would have loved to hear. I guarantee his dick was as hard as steel behind that bar, not that it would ever be as hard as when the footballers stayed.
Some of the England squad had been staying in the hotel for a few days before they headed off for the world cup training. Mason Mount was a very quiet person. On and off the pitch he preferred to let his skills do the talking.
Which looking back on it is probably also true of his life in the bedroom! Never one to broadcast his love life on social media, never did he have a scandal. And I think Rhys will tell you that’s because he was so damn good!
Rhys was a man of the world, he had had hundreds of sexual partners, men and women, although men were his favourite. Not that he assumed his night would end in the best sex of his life when the quiet England stud appeared at the bar ordering a pint of the latest craft beer that everyone was getting excited about. Most of the others had gone to bed, their wives and girlfriends, or just some tart they had found that evening had all gone too. Only Ryan Sessengon was left, mostly drunk, entirely unaware of what was happening at the bar.
Rhys served the beer and started a polite conversation with the England star. Simple congratulations, compliments about his playing, Rhys was possibly slightly flirting, but Mount really didn’t mind and he was lapping up the compliments. They talked for a good hour or so and as the bar was empty Rhys could give the hot star all the attention he wanted.
After the second pint, Mount was clearly keen on seeing how much the flirting meant and began to compliment Rhys. Rhys had a good body, and worked out to keep fit and so it was easy for Mount to be honest and pay him compliments. When he turned to bend over and get a glass for Mason’s third pint he complimented his arse which made Rhys smile.
He turned back and said that that was unfair as he was sitting down and so couldn’t see if his arse compared. Mount smiled and drank his third pint. As he drained his glass Mount asked Rhys where the toilets were. Rhys pointed and continued to clean the glasses that Mount and Davies were using. Could you show me asked Mount smiling, I need to allow you to see my arse to compare!
Rhys didn’t need to be asked twice, but knew he could only be about 1 minute away from the bar. But to glimpse the perfection of Mount’s bum he would take the full minute. He led Mount to the beautiful facilities in the hotel and made sure they were empty and the door was locked behind them.
He didn’t have to wait long for the sight he wanted. So what do you think, said Mount and Rhys turned back to him? His trousers around his ankles and his pale white gorgeous arse right in front of him. Perfection, said Rhys, much better than mine. Do you want it, he asked? What said Rhys in a little bit of shock. Have a feel, said the England stud. Rhys’ hand reached out and he gripped the muscular flesh of the stars cheeks. Rhys knew now was his chance so without being told he knelt down and spreading the beautiful cheeks apart flicked his tongue over his hole.
Mount moaned a little as he felt Rhys’ strong tongue over his ring. Definitely a gorgeous arse, said Rhys, but I need to go back to work now. He stood and as he did Mount turned around, and Rhys got to see the massive dick that Mount had hidden in his Calvin Klein’s. It was still mostly flaccid, but looked bigger than his flaccid 6.4 inches and it was fatter too. Rhys felt his trousers swell.
How long until you are off work, said Mason? 1 hour, replied Rhys after looking at his watch. Come to room 635 said Mount, who pulled up his trousers hiding his massive dick once again and grabbing Rhys’ bulge, whispered in his ear, don’t be too long stud! And disappeared out of the toilets and bar too.
How Rhys was going to concentrate for the next hour he wasn’t sure. But he managed it and having passed over to the next barman, virtually ran to room 635. He was a little out of breath and sweating as he arrived and knocked on the door. His dick was already tenting his black trousers a little, but it was quite dim in the corridors at night and so no one would notice.
The door opened and Mount was there in just a towel wrapped around his waist. You came? He said smiling, of course I came, said Rhys, have you seen yourself recently? You like what you see then, said Mount. Yes, said Rhys, a lot. What if I wasn’t wearing a towel, as he said it he flicked the towel where it was tucked in and it fell to the ground leaving Rhys staring at a naked Mason Mount.
Oh, I like that a lot more said Rhys smiling. Now there was definitely a noticeable bulge in his trousers. It was almost surreal as Mount just stood there naked as the day he was born watching Rhys get hornier and hornier with the thought of what might be about to happen.
Finally after what seemed like an age Mount said, you better come in then, but just to warn you I’m not just creative on the field! Rhys took a sharp intake of breath, this was going to be great. Just let your creative juices flow, Mr Mount, allow me to be your muse!
Shall I get naked too, said Rhys, no, said Mason, what’s the rush? No rush, said Rhys, just what I thought you’d want to do normally involves 2 naked people. Oh it does, but there is so much to be done before that. After all is there anything you want to do to me before you take any clothes off?
Well, I was hoping to carry on where I left off downstairs. Excellent, well I’m all showered, I am your play thing for the next hour. Just don’t make me cum by rubbing my cock, because if you do I lose any desire to be horny. That is the finale moment, until then only sexual stimulation of other parts may cause orgasm.
You mean anal orgasms, or just getting you so horny you can’t keep your jizz inside. Absolutely, said Mount, who stood there and lifted his arms and said I am yours. Rhys stood there looking the perfect specimen up and down.
He then reached out and stroked the toned body of the England star feeling every contour of his muscular body. Rhys had always been turned on by Mounts legs, they were a thing of beauty. But his arse was his first real destination. Plunging his face back between the sexy cheeks he flicked his tongue over the puckered ring waiting inside. Mount moaned suitably, but suddenly Rhys stopped.
What, said Mount, nothing, I just want to see that glorious cock swell and get hard! I see, said Mount, that really shouldn’t be too hard. It will be, said Rhys, it will be very hard! Mount smiled at his play on words. Rhys knew his own places that made him horny and so decided that they might be the same for Mount. The short blonde hairs that covered Mount’s inner thigh that headed up to his big juicy balls and on to his arse were the place to begin.
The short of it was that if you want Mason Mount to get an erection then that is your destination. Not touching his thick dick Mason Mount now had a near perfect 12 inch cock almost poking Rhys in the face. Enjoying the response he had received Rhys continued with this mode of stimulation. Between Mount’s thighs he slid his hand gently over the hairs stimulating him in ways he hadn’t had before.
But then there was something he had had before. Rhys’ finger slowly pressed against the footballers ring waiting for it to give way. More, louder moaning passed the cute lips of the naked man. Then Rhys saw the first trace of what was to become a constant reminder of how horny the soccer player was. The clear, shiny liquid began to drip from Mount’s cock. Rhys reached out with his tongue and cleaned around his foreskin but as soon as he finished more was dripping onto the floor. Rhys pushed the white foreskin back and let the tap drip.
It does that a lot, said Mount, I hope you liked it? Oh yes, no need for any lube tonight. Rhys had now got 2 fingers into Mount’s tight hole and was working them in and out soon to be in far enough to reach the goal. Rhys took another drink for the tap in front of him. Deciding it was time for his tongue to go back in Rhys pushed him back onto the bed and lifted his legs exposing his hole to him for the first time.
It really was quite a good looking hole, and it was certainly ready to be opened. Rhys had a fairly long tongue and pushed a couple of inches inside before pulling out and pushing three fingers in, knuckle deep. That was just enough to reach his prostate. The tap was turned on more, a pool of precum was glistening on Mason’s chest as his dick pumped more and more of the clear liquid.
Rhys missed no time in drinking the sweet nectar and allowing his tongue to glide down Mason’s big dick as he did. Rhys decided it was time to make his dick explode, now he knew the rule so made sure nothing touched Mount’s cock as he fingered the prostate that was making him moan. Mount’s moaning became louder and deeper as Rhys massaged the thing that would make him cum.
Fuck, said Mount as his whole body tensed. Rhys continued to play inside Mason but was determined not to waste his load. He stood Mount up and knelt in front of him his dick now pointing at his mouth. Continuing to finger fuck him he took him to the edge and then over it. What was a clear precum tap now became a cum tap. It literally poured out of his thick white dick into Rhys’ mouth. He continued to flow until Rhys could take no more in his mouth and the orgasm had subsided. Rhys had swallowed all he had made and complimented Mount on his cum flavour.
Thank you, I’ve got plenty more in my balls for you. Rhys looked surprised, more? Oh yes, said Mount, my balls never stop. Now what are you going to do? I need to strip off, said Rhys, my dick is harder than hard and I need to fuck that arse of yours.
The footballer smiled, come on then. Mount pulled Rhys forward and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a toned torso and began to slip his hand down and massage the thick dick outline in Rhys’ trousers. He slowly unzipped his work trousers and allowed the thing that was going to fuck him out. It was a good inch shorter than Mount, but a little thicker and so Mount knew he would feel every inch inside him.
Rhys was now as naked as Mount. I need to shower he said, can I fuck you in there. Of course he smiled. Grabbing Rhys’ dick he led him to the shower and let the water cascade over their sexy bodies. Rhys turned Mount around and he felt Rhys’ dick press against his fingered hole. Push, said Mount, Rhys did and his thick cock head opened him up to a huge moan from both of them.
Tight and hot, said Rhys. Thick and hot replied Mount smiling. Slowly Rhys fucked Mount’s hole and Mount was impressed how good he was. Reckon you can fuck more cum out of me, said Mount? Oh yes, said Rhys, feel this. He moved a little and allowed his thick hard cock to glide across Mount’s prostate. Oh yeah, he said, keep that up.
He did keep it up, long enough for Mason to be ready with his second orgasm of the evening. This time Rhys let it flow out as the young England stud moaned loudly. It didn’t stop Rhys from fucking him though, Rhys was going for a third orgasm. Stop pleaded Mason, really, said Rhys as he continued to pound the young England star’s hole.
No, don’t he breathlessly replied, it’s amazing, your cock is perfect, I’m just so horny I need to jerk off. Rhys took hold of the studs arms and lifted them above his head and held them on the shower wall to stop him jerking off his big dick which was still dripping precum.
If you just cum once more for me I’ll let you wash me down, said Rhys. Deal said Mason almost incapable of speaking because of the pleasure Rhys’ 10 inches was giving him. Oh fuck, said Mason as his third powerful orgasm hit his already pleasured body.
Wow, said Mason as Rhys slid his big manhood out of the young star. That was amazing. There’s more to come too, said Rhys, I haven’t cum yet and I’m still as horny as ever! Mason couldn’t help but smile knowing he was going to get the best fuck he’d possibly ever had and knew he was going to give Rhys the best fuck he’d had too.
Mason gently rubbed Rhys’ hot body down with shower gel and massaged it into his surprisingly soft skin. Making sure he paid close attention to Rhys’ gorgeous dick and tight ring, even slipping a finger or two in as he did. They grabbed towels and returned to the bedroom where the evening continued.
Mason pushed the hot young barman down onto the bed, his body glistening in the light. Mason quickly made his way to Rhys 10 inch dick and hungrily swallowed it whole. Oh yes, said Rhys as Mason expertly took his dick. Where did you learn to do that?
Mason pulled off the meaty cock and said that training in the England squad was not just football training. And with that returned to the barman’s dick. Rhys lay back enjoying the blowjob until he knew he needed to fuck Mason again. His strong arms lifted the young stud off his dick and flipped them both over. Mason was now on his back looking up at the handsome man. Want to cum again, said Rhys?
Oh yes, said Mason, pump that big hot dick into me and get my dick to explode. Rhys did just that, all 10 inches sliding back into the England star as he brought Mason to orgasm again. This time he wasn’t going to stop, he was determined he was going to go until he was ready to cum.
Mason was moaning loudly as Rhys’ fat cock pulverised his inside and without touching his dick again Mason erupted. Coating his cleaned chest in his own juices. Mason was about to ask whether Rhys wasready to get fucked but when Rhys didn’t stop and continued the anal pleasuring mason was unable to speak properly. The pleasure didn’t get a chance to subside as his prostate was continually massaged.
Mason could just moan and writhe around the bed. For 10 minutes Rhys continuously fucked Mason, 3 more times Mason’s juices were emptied. Then Rhys stopped. Wow, said Mason, that was fucking amazing, wait for this said Rhys!
Rhys lay on the bed next to Mason and told him to jerk him off. Mason didn’t need to be asked twice and gripped the fat cock in his hands and jerked him off. It didn’t take long, but Rhys’ balls pulled in his body flexed and his cock fired out the biggest orgasm Mason had seen. A good 12 shots went everywhere. Both the beds were covered, the walls, floor, Mason and Rhys all drenched in Rhys’ white sticky cum.
I think we’ll need a cleaner, said Rhys. Not yet, said Mason, Ryan is still drinking in the bar and I haven’t fucked you yet. Rhys smiled, licked the cum off Mason’s fingers and knelt on the bed presenting his tight hole to the footballing stud.
Mason just rubbed some cum on his dick and pressed it against Rhys’ hole. It easily gave way and soon all 12 inches of Mason Mount’s cock was drilling the barman’s hole. Oh fuck, said Rhys, that feels amazing. Thanks, I told you I was good! Yes, but there’s saying you’re good and actually being good, and you’re actually good. Too good, said Rhys as his clenched onto Mason’s dick and emptied out a few more shots onto the bed beneath his body. Don’t stop when you need to cum, just fill me up said Rhys, breed me. Mason smiled gripped Rhys’ slim waist and continued to fuck him. Soon mason was getting ready to cum, he could feel it in his balls.
With on more moan without warning Rhys he pumped his last orgasm of the evening into Rhys’s used ass. That was great said Mason as he withdrew his big dick. Rhys was about to turn over when he felt Mason’s strong hands grip his ass. One more thing, I like to give a little extra before I lose my horn. His tongue flicked against Rhys’ cum dripping hole and cleaned it up as Rhys jerked his dick to the final orgasm he was to have that evening.
Fancy getting cleaned up and going back to the bar for a drink, said Mason. Of course, said Rhys as he led him by the dick into the shower again.
Some of the England squad had been staying in the hotel for a few days before they headed off for the world cup training. Mason Mount was a very quiet person. On and off the pitch he preferred to let his skills do the talking.
Which looking back on it is probably also true of his life in the bedroom! Never one to broadcast his love life on social media, never did he have a scandal. And I think Rhys will tell you that’s because he was so damn good!
Rhys was a man of the world, he had had hundreds of sexual partners, men and women, although men were his favourite. Not that he assumed his night would end in the best sex of his life when the quiet England stud appeared at the bar ordering a pint of the latest craft beer that everyone was getting excited about. Most of the others had gone to bed, their wives and girlfriends, or just some tart they had found that evening had all gone too. Only Ryan Sessengon was left, mostly drunk, entirely unaware of what was happening at the bar.
Rhys served the beer and started a polite conversation with the England star. Simple congratulations, compliments about his playing, Rhys was possibly slightly flirting, but Mount really didn’t mind and he was lapping up the compliments. They talked for a good hour or so and as the bar was empty Rhys could give the hot star all the attention he wanted.
After the second pint, Mount was clearly keen on seeing how much the flirting meant and began to compliment Rhys. Rhys had a good body, and worked out to keep fit and so it was easy for Mount to be honest and pay him compliments. When he turned to bend over and get a glass for Mason’s third pint he complimented his arse which made Rhys smile.
He turned back and said that that was unfair as he was sitting down and so couldn’t see if his arse compared. Mount smiled and drank his third pint. As he drained his glass Mount asked Rhys where the toilets were. Rhys pointed and continued to clean the glasses that Mount and Davies were using. Could you show me asked Mount smiling, I need to allow you to see my arse to compare!
Rhys didn’t need to be asked twice, but knew he could only be about 1 minute away from the bar. But to glimpse the perfection of Mount’s bum he would take the full minute. He led Mount to the beautiful facilities in the hotel and made sure they were empty and the door was locked behind them.
He didn’t have to wait long for the sight he wanted. So what do you think, said Mount and Rhys turned back to him? His trousers around his ankles and his pale white gorgeous arse right in front of him. Perfection, said Rhys, much better than mine. Do you want it, he asked? What said Rhys in a little bit of shock. Have a feel, said the England stud. Rhys’ hand reached out and he gripped the muscular flesh of the stars cheeks. Rhys knew now was his chance so without being told he knelt down and spreading the beautiful cheeks apart flicked his tongue over his hole.
Mount moaned a little as he felt Rhys’ strong tongue over his ring. Definitely a gorgeous arse, said Rhys, but I need to go back to work now. He stood and as he did Mount turned around, and Rhys got to see the massive dick that Mount had hidden in his Calvin Klein’s. It was still mostly flaccid, but looked bigger than his flaccid 6.4 inches and it was fatter too. Rhys felt his trousers swell.
How long until you are off work, said Mason? 1 hour, replied Rhys after looking at his watch. Come to room 635 said Mount, who pulled up his trousers hiding his massive dick once again and grabbing Rhys’ bulge, whispered in his ear, don’t be too long stud! And disappeared out of the toilets and bar too.
How Rhys was going to concentrate for the next hour he wasn’t sure. But he managed it and having passed over to the next barman, virtually ran to room 635. He was a little out of breath and sweating as he arrived and knocked on the door. His dick was already tenting his black trousers a little, but it was quite dim in the corridors at night and so no one would notice.
The door opened and Mount was there in just a towel wrapped around his waist. You came? He said smiling, of course I came, said Rhys, have you seen yourself recently? You like what you see then, said Mount. Yes, said Rhys, a lot. What if I wasn’t wearing a towel, as he said it he flicked the towel where it was tucked in and it fell to the ground leaving Rhys staring at a naked Mason Mount.
Oh, I like that a lot more said Rhys smiling. Now there was definitely a noticeable bulge in his trousers. It was almost surreal as Mount just stood there naked as the day he was born watching Rhys get hornier and hornier with the thought of what might be about to happen.
Finally after what seemed like an age Mount said, you better come in then, but just to warn you I’m not just creative on the field! Rhys took a sharp intake of breath, this was going to be great. Just let your creative juices flow, Mr Mount, allow me to be your muse!
Shall I get naked too, said Rhys, no, said Mason, what’s the rush? No rush, said Rhys, just what I thought you’d want to do normally involves 2 naked people. Oh it does, but there is so much to be done before that. After all is there anything you want to do to me before you take any clothes off?
Well, I was hoping to carry on where I left off downstairs. Excellent, well I’m all showered, I am your play thing for the next hour. Just don’t make me cum by rubbing my cock, because if you do I lose any desire to be horny. That is the finale moment, until then only sexual stimulation of other parts may cause orgasm.
You mean anal orgasms, or just getting you so horny you can’t keep your jizz inside. Absolutely, said Mount, who stood there and lifted his arms and said I am yours. Rhys stood there looking the perfect specimen up and down.
He then reached out and stroked the toned body of the England star feeling every contour of his muscular body. Rhys had always been turned on by Mounts legs, they were a thing of beauty. But his arse was his first real destination. Plunging his face back between the sexy cheeks he flicked his tongue over the puckered ring waiting inside. Mount moaned suitably, but suddenly Rhys stopped.
What, said Mount, nothing, I just want to see that glorious cock swell and get hard! I see, said Mount, that really shouldn’t be too hard. It will be, said Rhys, it will be very hard! Mount smiled at his play on words. Rhys knew his own places that made him horny and so decided that they might be the same for Mount. The short blonde hairs that covered Mount’s inner thigh that headed up to his big juicy balls and on to his arse were the place to begin.
The short of it was that if you want Mason Mount to get an erection then that is your destination. Not touching his thick dick Mason Mount now had a near perfect 12 inch cock almost poking Rhys in the face. Enjoying the response he had received Rhys continued with this mode of stimulation. Between Mount’s thighs he slid his hand gently over the hairs stimulating him in ways he hadn’t had before.
But then there was something he had had before. Rhys’ finger slowly pressed against the footballers ring waiting for it to give way. More, louder moaning passed the cute lips of the naked man. Then Rhys saw the first trace of what was to become a constant reminder of how horny the soccer player was. The clear, shiny liquid began to drip from Mount’s cock. Rhys reached out with his tongue and cleaned around his foreskin but as soon as he finished more was dripping onto the floor. Rhys pushed the white foreskin back and let the tap drip.
It does that a lot, said Mount, I hope you liked it? Oh yes, no need for any lube tonight. Rhys had now got 2 fingers into Mount’s tight hole and was working them in and out soon to be in far enough to reach the goal. Rhys took another drink for the tap in front of him. Deciding it was time for his tongue to go back in Rhys pushed him back onto the bed and lifted his legs exposing his hole to him for the first time.
It really was quite a good looking hole, and it was certainly ready to be opened. Rhys had a fairly long tongue and pushed a couple of inches inside before pulling out and pushing three fingers in, knuckle deep. That was just enough to reach his prostate. The tap was turned on more, a pool of precum was glistening on Mason’s chest as his dick pumped more and more of the clear liquid.
Rhys missed no time in drinking the sweet nectar and allowing his tongue to glide down Mason’s big dick as he did. Rhys decided it was time to make his dick explode, now he knew the rule so made sure nothing touched Mount’s cock as he fingered the prostate that was making him moan. Mount’s moaning became louder and deeper as Rhys massaged the thing that would make him cum.
Fuck, said Mount as his whole body tensed. Rhys continued to play inside Mason but was determined not to waste his load. He stood Mount up and knelt in front of him his dick now pointing at his mouth. Continuing to finger fuck him he took him to the edge and then over it. What was a clear precum tap now became a cum tap. It literally poured out of his thick white dick into Rhys’ mouth. He continued to flow until Rhys could take no more in his mouth and the orgasm had subsided. Rhys had swallowed all he had made and complimented Mount on his cum flavour.
Thank you, I’ve got plenty more in my balls for you. Rhys looked surprised, more? Oh yes, said Mount, my balls never stop. Now what are you going to do? I need to strip off, said Rhys, my dick is harder than hard and I need to fuck that arse of yours.
The footballer smiled, come on then. Mount pulled Rhys forward and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a toned torso and began to slip his hand down and massage the thick dick outline in Rhys’ trousers. He slowly unzipped his work trousers and allowed the thing that was going to fuck him out. It was a good inch shorter than Mount, but a little thicker and so Mount knew he would feel every inch inside him.
Rhys was now as naked as Mount. I need to shower he said, can I fuck you in there. Of course he smiled. Grabbing Rhys’ dick he led him to the shower and let the water cascade over their sexy bodies. Rhys turned Mount around and he felt Rhys’ dick press against his fingered hole. Push, said Mount, Rhys did and his thick cock head opened him up to a huge moan from both of them.
Tight and hot, said Rhys. Thick and hot replied Mount smiling. Slowly Rhys fucked Mount’s hole and Mount was impressed how good he was. Reckon you can fuck more cum out of me, said Mount? Oh yes, said Rhys, feel this. He moved a little and allowed his thick hard cock to glide across Mount’s prostate. Oh yeah, he said, keep that up.
He did keep it up, long enough for Mason to be ready with his second orgasm of the evening. This time Rhys let it flow out as the young England stud moaned loudly. It didn’t stop Rhys from fucking him though, Rhys was going for a third orgasm. Stop pleaded Mason, really, said Rhys as he continued to pound the young England star’s hole.
No, don’t he breathlessly replied, it’s amazing, your cock is perfect, I’m just so horny I need to jerk off. Rhys took hold of the studs arms and lifted them above his head and held them on the shower wall to stop him jerking off his big dick which was still dripping precum.
If you just cum once more for me I’ll let you wash me down, said Rhys. Deal said Mason almost incapable of speaking because of the pleasure Rhys’ 10 inches was giving him. Oh fuck, said Mason as his third powerful orgasm hit his already pleasured body.
Wow, said Mason as Rhys slid his big manhood out of the young star. That was amazing. There’s more to come too, said Rhys, I haven’t cum yet and I’m still as horny as ever! Mason couldn’t help but smile knowing he was going to get the best fuck he’d possibly ever had and knew he was going to give Rhys the best fuck he’d had too.
Mason gently rubbed Rhys’ hot body down with shower gel and massaged it into his surprisingly soft skin. Making sure he paid close attention to Rhys’ gorgeous dick and tight ring, even slipping a finger or two in as he did. They grabbed towels and returned to the bedroom where the evening continued.
Mason pushed the hot young barman down onto the bed, his body glistening in the light. Mason quickly made his way to Rhys 10 inch dick and hungrily swallowed it whole. Oh yes, said Rhys as Mason expertly took his dick. Where did you learn to do that?
Mason pulled off the meaty cock and said that training in the England squad was not just football training. And with that returned to the barman’s dick. Rhys lay back enjoying the blowjob until he knew he needed to fuck Mason again. His strong arms lifted the young stud off his dick and flipped them both over. Mason was now on his back looking up at the handsome man. Want to cum again, said Rhys?
Oh yes, said Mason, pump that big hot dick into me and get my dick to explode. Rhys did just that, all 10 inches sliding back into the England star as he brought Mason to orgasm again. This time he wasn’t going to stop, he was determined he was going to go until he was ready to cum.
Mason was moaning loudly as Rhys’ fat cock pulverised his inside and without touching his dick again Mason erupted. Coating his cleaned chest in his own juices. Mason was about to ask whether Rhys wasready to get fucked but when Rhys didn’t stop and continued the anal pleasuring mason was unable to speak properly. The pleasure didn’t get a chance to subside as his prostate was continually massaged.
Mason could just moan and writhe around the bed. For 10 minutes Rhys continuously fucked Mason, 3 more times Mason’s juices were emptied. Then Rhys stopped. Wow, said Mason, that was fucking amazing, wait for this said Rhys!
Rhys lay on the bed next to Mason and told him to jerk him off. Mason didn’t need to be asked twice and gripped the fat cock in his hands and jerked him off. It didn’t take long, but Rhys’ balls pulled in his body flexed and his cock fired out the biggest orgasm Mason had seen. A good 12 shots went everywhere. Both the beds were covered, the walls, floor, Mason and Rhys all drenched in Rhys’ white sticky cum.
I think we’ll need a cleaner, said Rhys. Not yet, said Mason, Ryan is still drinking in the bar and I haven’t fucked you yet. Rhys smiled, licked the cum off Mason’s fingers and knelt on the bed presenting his tight hole to the footballing stud.
Mason just rubbed some cum on his dick and pressed it against Rhys’ hole. It easily gave way and soon all 12 inches of Mason Mount’s cock was drilling the barman’s hole. Oh fuck, said Rhys, that feels amazing. Thanks, I told you I was good! Yes, but there’s saying you’re good and actually being good, and you’re actually good. Too good, said Rhys as his clenched onto Mason’s dick and emptied out a few more shots onto the bed beneath his body. Don’t stop when you need to cum, just fill me up said Rhys, breed me. Mason smiled gripped Rhys’ slim waist and continued to fuck him. Soon mason was getting ready to cum, he could feel it in his balls.
With on more moan without warning Rhys he pumped his last orgasm of the evening into Rhys’s used ass. That was great said Mason as he withdrew his big dick. Rhys was about to turn over when he felt Mason’s strong hands grip his ass. One more thing, I like to give a little extra before I lose my horn. His tongue flicked against Rhys’ cum dripping hole and cleaned it up as Rhys jerked his dick to the final orgasm he was to have that evening.
Fancy getting cleaned up and going back to the bar for a drink, said Mason. Of course, said Rhys as he led him by the dick into the shower again.
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