Studed #2-- Pee Wee's Catskill Sex - Sex Stories

Studed #2-- Pee Wee's Catskill Sex

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It was an easy ride to the G-Hotel. The rural highway was clean, and two lanes made for an adequate passage. We passed several villages and finally arrived. The Hotel, situated in Liberty Village, was unbelievably huge. I couldn't imagine how this mammoth construction was erected in the middle of nowhere. Of course, if you knew your way around, like Larry did, it wasn't nowhere, but to me, the whole thing was an enigma.

"Hold on to your dicks," said Fletch, "we are at the hot spot." Fletch pulled over to the curb at the main entrance. We left the car with the valet. Fletch gave him a buck and told him we were checking the place out.

"The hotel was built by a family, starting in 1919. Their daughter expanded the hotel to over 35 buildings. The eating area consisted of an enormous dining room big enough to feed 1300 guests in one sitting. A nightclub called the 'Terrace' was equally large and very popular. The hotel even had its an airstrip and post office. A golf course rounded out the entertainment. Like the dinosaurs, the hotel had grown too big to exist. With the daughters' death, decline set in. The hotel became the victim of changing styles and preferences. Young people were unimpressed.

Here we were in 1957, and the place was the epitome of chic. Seeing it in its heyday, we believed it would last forever--but few things do.

The guys and I ate breakfast in one of the small dining rooms. Larry, always the joker, pondered whether the bacon was from ...

... a cow or a pig.

"All foods were kosher," the waitress assured him-- "it was cow bacon."

Continuing our tour of the facility, we stumbled upon the Turkish bath steam room. Fletch no lightweight, made himself at home, renting a locker, stripping off his clothes. With a large towel over his shoulder, Fletch, naked with his privates visible to anyone, walked right into the fog. Larry and I stood outside the steam room, but we could see through the foggy glass partition.

Fletch seated himself between two eager Bulgarian companions. What followed was a surprising display of affection and camaraderie. The mysterious air of the Turkish bath seemed to invite the unexpected. The warm steam wafted through the air, providing a small degree of privacy and permitting unexpected possibilities in the Turkish bath.

The two neighbors seemed happy with Fletch's arrival. Before long they were playing with his hockey stick and massaging his puck. His two new friends seemed happy to watch Fletcher's cock grow under their tutelage. Finally, the two Bulgarians pulled towels over their heads in an attempt at privacy and proceeded to blow our buddy, who seemed to be enjoying it immensely. When Fletch finally shot his load into the mouth of one guy, the two men started passing the white goo back and forth from one's mouth to the other by kissing each other.

I found the display rather disgusting, but Larry explained that it was the Bulgarian tradition. Although I tried to understand the ...