"I sure am. Follow me, guys."

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The two men grin, rinse off, and turn their showers off. The dark haired man says, "Damn that's a sweet ass, fuck."

They converge on you, and you turn off your shower. They grab their towels, not bothering to cover their hard dicks, and you do the same, crossing the hallway to room number seven and unlocking the door with the two men close behind you.

As soon as you're inside, the dark haired man grabs your shoulders and shoves you down onto your knees, hard. You wince a little at the rough treatment, but don't have much time to think about it before their two cocks are pressed at your face.

"Suck it," the blond says, in a voice that brooks no argument. You take the blond into your mouth - he has a wicked curve to it - and suck him, taking the other man's cock in your hand and stroking him.

"Hey," the dark haired man says, and slaps the side of your face hard enough to sting. "Suck my fucking cock, boy."

You pop the blond's dick out of your mouth and switch to the dark haired man's, which is thicker, straighter, but not as big.

A moment later, the blond yanks on your hair. "Fuck, boy - are you stupid? My dick needs attention, too."

You alternate between the two of them, desperate to satisfy them both enough, and knowing they're getting off on yanking you back and forth between them. You barely get to spend ten seconds on either cock before they're yanking, slapping or demanding you change to the other dick. You're soon breathing heavy, gagging as they ram their cocks in and out of your face, until finally, the blond sighs.

"Fuck this noise," he says, and yanks on your hair hard, until you rise wincing. He pushes you down across the cot on your stomach, leaving your ass hanging over the edge, and presses against you, his cock hard against your ass cheeks. His hands take your waist, tight. "Open up," he snaps. You spread your legs, rising onto your elbows and gripping the fabric of the cot tightly.

He reaches to the little table and grabs one of the bottles of lube, and squirts it between your ass cheeks. Then he rams his curved dick into your hole, and you gasp against the cloth of the cot, legs shaking. He grips your waist, digging his thumbs into your back, and starts fucking you with no concern to your comfort, his curved cock hitting the walls of your ass like a battering ram, slick with lube. He fucks you for several mean thrusts, and then the dark haired man says, "Give me a turn, fuck."

The blond yanks his cock out, and you sag a little against the cot for just a second before the dark haired man rams his cock up your ass, pressing with one hand against the small of your back and making you brace yourself against the cot to stay upright. He's a meaner fucker, yanking his cock all the way out with every thrust, then ramming it back balls deep. You gag against the wall, your ass on fire at their assault, but your cock never softens. You can't help it - you're enjoying being used like this.

"My turn," the blond says, and the dark haired man steps away. The blond fucks you again. Then the dark haired man. Then the blond again. They trade after ten or fifteen angry thrusts each time, and soon you hear yourself begging.

"Please," you gasp, as the blond man rams it home. He laughs.

"I think he's ready for it," the blond grunts, pushing deep into your ass and blowing his wad. Immediately after, he yanks himself out, and the dark haired man slams his dick up your chute, adding his own seed to your ass after three angry thrusts.

The two men push away from you, grabbing their towels and wiping off while you sag on the cot, breathing heavily.

"Thanks, fucker," the blond says, heading to the door and opening it. The dark haired man doesn't say a word, following suit. They leave, closing the door behind you.

You stand, feeling their cum and the lube pour out of your ass, but your hard on remains. You've never had sex so nasty and cheap before, and you can't believe you liked it so much. You wipe yourself with the towel, cock throbbing.

The place isn't closed yet.


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