Defense

He ferociously kissed Jack again, tried to get his hand everywhere on Jack’s body and to tear away any textile that was in his way. He felt other hands tearing away his jeans, lifting him, slowly bringing him down and caressing him. He was naked, he had Jack naked, there were all a bunch of naked bodies, feverously exploring, loving, moaning, stroking, lusting for another. He felt hands stroking his chest, his belly. His legs were laid wide open, someone was sucking his dick.

Extending his arms he felt two thick man-poles easy to reach, begging for action. He grabbed them, lovingly, massaged them, rubbed them. He also needed to suck, he needed to feel man-flesh everywhere. Mouth open he bent forward to Paul’s ready cock, and now his tongue made little tours around the glans. It felt wonderful, but he wanted even more.

“And this guy, too”, he heard someone say, and he was lifted, his body now suddenly feeling lonely, then carried to the front of the room, and completely surrounded by flesh. He saw John Varchas again, now completely naked and without the dignity of the senior expert, fucking Paul, while Paul was sucked by Abdelaziz, one of the front desk personnel.