Getting ready for lunch

Lunch was served in a different room to where our meals had been so far. We were told that there was a theme to lunch each day at the hotel with a dress code to match. Today's theme was "The Beach" so swimwear was the order of the day. We were ushered into gender-specific rooms to get changed.

The male changing room was warm and humid as I walked in. There were a series of benches with numbered pegs corresponding to our room numbers. I normally wore swimming shorts to the pool but hanging on my peg was a pair of all trunks. Americans would call them Speedos even though they weren't of that brand. All the other gents in the room were changing into similar garments. Quite a few were still sporting erections and couldn't yet put the trunks on properly. I just about managed to tuck my dick into the bright red trunks I had been supplied with.

I spotted a couple of familiar faces in the room. Dominic, the man who had face-fucked Kirsty in front of me at breakfast that morning, caught my eye and wondered over to say hello.

"Hello again," he began. "I say, I really enjoyed my little session with your wife this morning. Those tits of hers have really come up trumps, haven't they? An absolutely magnificent pair of jugs. You must be very pleased."

I wasn't quite sure how to answer, but certainly couldn't disagree. "Yes, they're splendid," I replied.

"Good man. Just imagine what's going on in that changing room right now. All those massive boobs bouncing around the place, getting squeezed into bikinis, arses farting as they bend down to put their skimpy g-strings on. Oh yes! I can't wait to get feast my eyes on all that." He was rubbing his cock through his tight swimming trunks, and my own dick was hardening at the picture he was painting.

"Yes," I replied. It seemed rude not to join in the conversation. "I'm looking forward to seeing all those tight arses in swimwear - and some lovely deep cleavage."

"Yes, the only problem with naked tits is you don't get that wonderful anticipation from a good tight top and deep, dark cleavage. Anyway, old chap," continued Dominic, "didn't I see you coming downstairs from Dr Baxter's office earlier?"

"Yes you did," I confirmed, slightly hesitantly.

"Well, that can only mean one thing - a club invitation. I'm on the committee myself, you know. In fact I'm the club's treasurer. Tell me, did you accept?"

"We certainly did," I replied.

"Well, congratulations!" Dominic held out his hand - the same one he'd just been stroking his cock with - and I shook it. "And welcome."

At that moment, our attention was diverted by a loud shout from across the room. I turned to see a man bending over with his hands on the bench, his trunks pulled down to reveal his arse. Behind him stood another man, his hard cock partially buried up the other's anus. He began thrusting and the first man gave voice again.

"Uh!" he exclaimed, and "ah!" as his partner thrusted again. "Yes, Colin, you bugger! Come on!"

"As you can see," said Dominic to me in a low voice, "we don't discriminate here. Oh, hello Peter," he added as we were joined by another man. Peter was the man Kirsty and I had met in the corridor with his wife on our way to breakfast that morning. "Peter here is in the club too," explained Dominic. "Peter, this is... I'm sorry, I've forgotten."

"Billy," I said. "We met this morning before breakfast."

"That's right," smiled Peter. "Good to meet you again. Quite some spectacle, isn't it?" he added, nodding towards the sodomizing couple. A few of the men around them had moved away, but some others had moved towards the gay sex, clearly aroused by it, one or two with their cocks out, wanking along to the show.

"Not really my cup of tea though," said Dominic.

"We'll, I'll fuck anything that moves but I'm not too keen on having a giant todger up my arse, I must say. What about you, Billy? Turned on by a steamy male changing room?" asked Peter, glancing down at my bulging swimming trunks.

"I think I prefer women," I replied.

"Wow, look at them going, though," said Peter. One of the men near the buggering couple was wanking furiously now, and with a grunt he came, his spunk bursting forth, some landing on the trunks covering the arse of the guy doing the buggering, the rest splatting on the hard floor.

"Do you remember that time we had a prison themed lunch?" recalled Dominic.

"Yes," Peter replied, "now that was a sight for gay eyes! Come on, let's head out and perve over the girls."

The ladies wore a range of one-piece swimsuits and two-piece bikinis; some covering most of their arse cheeks and some on the much more skimpy side. But it was the tops that held my attention, with the multitude of huge boobs shown off to perfection by the tight, shiny fabric; deep cleavage and perky nipple-bumps on display everywhere I looked.

The ladies themselves could barely take their eyes off our swimming trunks as we emerged from the male changing room, a battle raging inside every pair as our oversized, hardening cocks fought against the tight, restraining fabric. Initially I couldn't see Kirsty as I looked around the room. Some of the other men found their female partners and started touching one another up. Others moved through the crowd, taking the opportunity to pat a few arse cheeks or accidentally-on-purpose cup a few tits as they did so. I decided to follow suit, finding female hands groping my butt and feeling my cock as I as I sidled through, obstensively looking for Kirsty but actually enjoying the feel-up fest.