Taylor and I stumbled over to the reception desk, still convulsing with laughter and dripping a mix of cola and ice cream all over the floor.

"May I help you, sirs?" a very snooty-sounding voice enquired.

Tay managed to calm down enough to explain who we were. The guy behind the desk was a little taken aback at first, but handed over the plastic slide-key to Tay and wished us a pleasant stay.

While this was going on, I took the chance to scan my surroundings - I coulndn't believe how glamorous the place looked - almost over the top for Alton Towers.

In the centre of the foyer there was a huge "tall ship" with a baloon where the mast should've been and sure enough the ship took off and rose towards the four-storey high ceiling. Tay grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the lift and hit the button for the top floor. Alton Towers' trade mark "Hall of the Mountain King" was being steadily played through speakers in the lift as we both dripped leatholly slippy gunge onto the polished floor of the lift.

It pinged and the doors slid open to reveal a crystal lined corridor. Directly in front of us was a large pair of oak doors. Tay strode out and pushed the key into the slot below the handle and let himself in, me following.

As soon as we were inside, tay slammed the door and turned to face me. He ran his fingers slowly over my cheek and then through my matted hair and smiled. He ran his hand round to the back of my neck and pulled me close to him. Just before we kissed, he said "I've been waiting for this all day..."

Instead of actually kissing me straight away, he ran his tongue all over my face, finally forcing it between my lips. I immediately tried to force his tongue back with my own, wanting to taste the inside of his mouth once more. While we were kissing, Tay ran his hands down to the bottom of my t-shirt and began pulling it up over my head. We broke the kiss so he could pull it completely off.

We resumed out kissing, but Tay started to move down my neck to my chest. He sucked each of my nipples in turn, making them grow erect. As he did this he ran his hands up the insides of my legs, him finally rubbing the tent that had appeared in my shorts. As he worked his tongue lower he hooked his fingers into the wasteband of my shorts and pulled them down to the floor, complete with my boxers.

Tay took a step back to admire his handywork and smiled. I stood there completely naked except for my trainers - my five inch boner stuck out in front of me, skin almost glistening with sweat, saliva and ice-cream.

"Do I get to see you too now?" I playfully mocked. I hugged him close to me again and started to do the same to him as he had to me. I pulled his tank top off and dropped it on top of mine with a splotch.

I licked my way down his chest detecting no hair whatsoever, and began to suck on his nipples. I'd never done this before but e started groaning so I presumed I was doing it right. I could actually feel them getting harder as I sucked - it was so amazing!

I let my hands wander down to his cute arse and squeezed each globe through the tight, wet denim. I brought my hands round to his front and felt his erection - it felt so hot to the touch and I swear I could feel his heartbeat - that was such a turn-on. I released his nipple from my mouth and knelt down infront of him, his hardon pushing the wet denim out towards me. I simply couldn't resist any more and started nibbling at his cock head through his cut-offs. Tay moaned and thrusted his hips towards me. I quit nibbling and undid the button and flys and slowly pulled them off him, gradually revealing his beautiful erection...

I'd guess he was just under 5 inches long and was crowned with a smallish blond patch of pubes. He wasn't circumcised either - somehow I'd got it into my mind that he would be... His balls were something else, though: They seemed huge compared with the rest of his body and even though it was warm, his sack was fairly tight and high up to his body. I could smell his scent - definitely not a man's, but certainly not a boy's either. I was just about to start kissing his balls when he pulled me up level with him and hugged me again, this time our naked dicks and bulls rubbing together. "Like what you see?" he whispered.

"Oh yeah..."

Tay eased off the huging and grabbed a hold of my dick, but instead of rubbing it, he pulled on it and led me into the bathroom like a bull by its ring, his erection bouncing around infront of him. He turned the shower on and stepped in, pulling me in as well. The shower was big enough so that both of us could easily stand out of the water jets and had a small rack of built-in shelved at the far end.

He picked up a bar of soap from one of the shelves and told me to turn round. He started to soap me up all over - Jesus that felt good. He paid specific attention to my arse, dick and balls (doing more than enough to keep me excited) and every now and then would push a finger into my arsehole. When he was done, he passed the soap to me.

As I began to rub it over his chest and under his arms, Tay sort of slumped against the wall, eyes closed and smiling slightly. I progressively worked down his stomach, being able to feel the beginnings of a nice six pack, and purposely skirted his pubic area. I moved to his feet and began washing up his legs, allowing my hand just to graze the bottom of his ball sack when I reached the top. I gently turned him around and began to wash his back, the tip of my hard-on just skimming his buttocks, sending shock waves through me.

I paid just as much attention to his arse as he paid to mine - spreading the cheeks apart and gently soaping up his rosebud. Once I decided it was slippy enough, I pushed my index finger gently into his backside, making him groan and push back against my finger. I moved it around for a while and then decided to try two - holding them close together I started pushing both my index and fore fingers into him. Tay grunted slightly and I could feel him forcing outwards to try and let my fingers in. After a bit of persistance, I eventually had both my fingers in up to the second knuckle. I started slowly pushing them in and out when Tay spoke for the first time since we got into the shower: "Dean - I want you to fuck me. But not here - lets go through to the bedroom..."


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