A rounding holiday part 1.

"Is this a gay hotel?" Brian asked suspiciously as they stood in the elevator, which was so big it could easily have been a freight elevator.
The curly cast iron railing that served as a door and prevented anyone from falling out of the elevator and the fine decorations in the wood of the walls made him realize that the elevator was intended for people.

"I don't think so," he replied, looking at the pointer above him that showed which floor they were on.
He had not read on the internet that the hotel was only for gay men, but he had also noticed that there were no women walking around. Maybe the hotel specialized in groups of friends and is gay friendly. Otherwise the website would really say that only gays were allowed. How do you even check if a man is gay? And even if it were a gay hotel, so what? They were gay after all. Brian nodded in understanding. Yet he had no desire to be among gays. He had not had good experiences with large groups of gay men. After coming out, he soon discovered that his size was not accepted by them. He was hardly spoken to in pubs and was made to look like a fool. He also did not agree with conversations about make-up, the latest fashion and 'that handsome boy behind the bar'. Not that he wanted to talk about football and kickboxing, because he wasn't that tough, but something more masculine talk was welcome. With a loud 'ping' the elevator indicated that they had arrived on the third floor. The cast iron railing slid away with a slight rattle and the boys left the elevator, each carrying their own suitcase. Smiling, they looked through the large window overlooking the beach and the sea, after which they started looking for their room. They found it at the end of a long hallway, decorated with small chandeliers and (Brian noticed with surprise) paintings of food, such as a bowl of grapes, a chicken drumstick on a plate, and a roast pig with an apple in its mouth on a table. It made Brian hungry. Tobias waved it away with a smile and opened the thick, wooden bedroom door. They stared wide-eyed into the space beyond. An imposing four-poster bed, complete with dark blue velvet curtains, on a fluffy carpet filled a large part of the room. Just like the bedside tables, wardrobe and desk, it was richly decorated with wood carvings. The walls were emerald green, the curtains and their fringes looked like gold. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the room amid beautifully shaped plasterwork.

"How expensive is this man?" Brian asked, after which he kissed Tobias on the cheek again.

Tobias remained silent. This was much nicer than he expected. And it wasn't that expensive at all.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said, after he had put his suitcase in a corner of the room.

Brian stared out the window. Unfortunately no view over the sea, but over the golden roof of a large space diagonally below them. A weathercock turned smoothly in the direction of the wind. A little further on was a large lake where swans swam, surrounded by benches. It formed the center of the garden.

"Wow, come and have a look!" came Tobias' voice from the bathroom.

Brian turned away from the window and looked blissfully into the room, until his gaze lingered over the bed, on a painting hanging on the wall. Like all the other paintings he had seen, this one looked very old. It was a painting of a black young man staring sadly at the bed. He appeared to be standing in a field, in front of a wide staircase leading to the entrance of a large building. Brian felt uneasy about the painting and walked over to Tobias. The bathroom was a large room with a lot of woodwork. The floor looked like marble and the tiles on the walls were like a mosaic showing flowers in warm colors. Above the wooden double sink hung a large mirror, wedged between ironwork in the shape of a fish. Between two wooden walls was a shower, spacious enough for four people, with two shower heads on the ceiling and two shower heads for hand use. The bath was the size of a jacuzzi, also placed between wooden elements, where there was a small staircase to get into it. Ornate lamps on the ceiling provided light and a small window decorated with stained glass provided a view of the woods.

"Wow," was all Brian could say.

Laughing, he looked at Tobias, who walked naked to the shower, not hiding his thick member, which moved violently with his legs. He flexed his trained pecs and winked at Brian. With a movement of his head he gestured for Brian to come with him. The appearance of the hotel had made up for a lot. Brian no longer worried about school or going to the doctor. So far everything looked like fun. While Tobias was already in the shower, Brian hurriedly took off his clothes. After the awkward and tense car ride, he could use a hot shower. With a rough movement he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the bed. With one hand he held up his sagging underbelly so he could undo the buttons on his jeans. This went a little less smoothly than the shirt, but it worked. His whole body moved violently as he took off his shoes, followed by his pants. He farted, but Tobias didn't care. He was used to it. He even farted himself sometimes. It wasn't long before Brian also appeared naked in the bathroom. His dick was much smaller than Tobias's, half hidden in his fat pad and hidden behind his underbelly. He joined his boyfriend and kissed him on the lips.

"Thanks, honey," he said, rubbing Tobias' bulbous, toned ass.
The warm water slid over his plump body as Tobias grabbed him tightly and gently bit on a large, pink nipple.