Eli's Night at the Hostel Pt. 01

Eli had finally made it to the hostel as he pushed open the heavy door to Room 6B with his duffel bag swinging awkwardly against his hip. The air inside was thick with the scent of saltwater, clean laundry, and something muskier, older. He stopped short just inside the threshold, blinking.

Three men looked up at him from various spots around the room.

"Hey," Eli said, voice a little higher than he meant it to be. He smoothed his hair out of his face--a soft mess of golden blonde that always made him look younger than he was. He adjusted the strap on his tank top, acutely aware of the way it clung to his slim, sun-kissed frame.

The man closest to him stood up from the bottom bunk. Tall, thick, with graying hair cropped close to his scalp and a trimmed beard that framed a teasing smile. Tattoos curled up his forearms and disappeared under a tight black t-shirt. He offered a hand.

"Name's Marcus," he said, voice low and smooth. "Welcome to the party."

Eli smiled shyly and shook his hand, feeling the calloused grip.

On the other side of the room, lounging against the headboard of the top bunk, was a man with messy brown hair streaked with silver. He had strong arms, a bit of a belly under his white tank, and a slow, lazy smile that made Eli's stomach flip.

"Ben," he said, raising his beer in greeting. "You're a little late to check-in."

The third man, sitting cross-legged on the floor by the window, didn't get up. He had a sharp jawline, rough stubble, and dark, knowing eyes. A thick, half-finished book sat open in his lap. He gave a brief nod.

"That's Jordan," Marcus said, chuckling. "He doesn't talk much until he wants to."

Eli nodded, feeling a flutter of nerves--or maybe excitement--as he stepped fully into the room. It was simple: one bunk bed, two single beds, battered wood floors, a cracked-open window letting in the heavy night air.

"You traveling alone?" Ben asked, taking a sip of his drink. His eyes raked over Eli casually but not unkindly.

"Yeah," Eli said, tossing his duffel onto the empty single bed across from Jordan. "Supposed to meet some friends later in the week, but... figured I'd come early. Get some beach time."

Marcus grinned, sitting back down on the bed. His thighs stretched the denim of his jeans. "You picked the right hostel for that. And the right room."

Eli flushed under the three sets of eyes. He could feel them taking him in: the slim waist, the soft curves of his arms, the sun-kissed glow of his skin, the mischievous glint he tried--and failed--to hide behind his lashes.

"So, what brings you three here?" Eli asked, desperate to fill the charged silence.

"Annual thing," Ben said, tossing his empty bottle into the trash. "Old college buddies. We pick a spot every year. Surf, drink, pretend we're still young enough to pull all-nighters."

Jordan closed his book with a soft thud and finally spoke, voice rough like whiskey. "And meet interesting new people."

Eli swallowed hard, feeling the heat creep up his neck.

"You surf?" Marcus asked, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees.

Eli shrugged, biting his lip. "A little. More beach bum than surfer, honestly."

Ben laughed. "That's okay. We need a mascot anyway."

The three men shared a look that made Eli's heart pound. It wasn't threatening--it was teasing, charged, like they knew exactly what he was thinking.

He set about unpacking, pulling out shorts, tanks, sunscreen, a dog-eared novel, all while feeling their eyes drift back to him every few minutes. Each glance was casual on the surface, but it buzzed under his skin, raising goosebumps.

Jordan stretched out his legs, muscles shifting under faded jeans, and asked lazily, "You comfortable sharing a room with a bunch of old guys, kid?"

Eli turned, facing him fully. He smiled sweetly, wickedly, the way he knew he could when he wanted to.

"I think I'll manage," he said, voice soft but daring.

Marcus leaned back on his hands, laughter rumbling low in his chest.

"Oh," he said, exchanging another look with Ben and Jordan, "I think we're going to have a lot of fun this weekend."

Marcus cracked open another beer with a loud hiss and tossed it toward Eli, who caught it clumsily, laughing. He popped the cap and took a sip, the cold liquid washing over the nervous buzz building in his chest.

"You legal, right?" Ben teased, his eyes glinting.

"Twenty-one," Eli shot back, rolling his eyes with a grin. "Barely."

Jordan smirked behind the rim of his own bottle. "Barely's our favorite."

The words hung heavy in the room, thickening the air almost immediately. Eli felt it--not just the flirtation, but the way their gazes lingered too long, not bothering to be subtle now.

They dragged a few chairs over, forming a loose, casual circle. Marcus sat the closest, legs spread wide, his knee brushing against Eli's every so often like it was an accident. It wasn't.

"So where you from, pretty boy?" Ben asked, tipping his chair back just enough to look lazy, dangerous.

"Sweden," Eli said. "From a small town. You blink, you miss it."

"Figures," Jordan muttered, his voice low. "You've got that... fresh look."

Eli chuckled, taking another sip to hide his blush. Fresh. Like he hadn't been looked at like this before. Like he was some prize they were already unwrapping in their minds.

Marcus reached out casually and brushed a piece of blonde hair from Eli's forehead. His fingers were rough but gentle. "You're gonna get eaten alive out here, kid," he said, voice low and rough.

Eli's heart hammered against his ribs. He should have been intimidated, maybe even scared. Instead, he just smiled--slow and daring--and said, "Maybe that's what I'm hoping for."

Ben whistled softly under his breath. Jordan let out a low laugh and leaned back, his hand slipping under his shirt to scratch idly at his toned stomach, lifting the fabric just enough for Eli to catch a glimpse of dark hair trailing downward.

"You hear that, boys?" Marcus said, his voice a growl, but a playful one. "He's trouble."

"The best kind," Ben added, winking.

They talked for a while longer--about nothing and everything. About the best bars in town, about the waves, about stupid things they'd done on previous trips.

And all the while, the air between them thickened like syrup. Every glance was a little longer. Every brush of fingers when they passed another beer a little more deliberate.

Marcus reached for the cooler again and, this time, let his fingers skim up Eli's bare knee as he leaned forward. Jordan casually slid his foot under Eli's chair, bumping against his ankle, leaving it there.

Ben watched him over the rim of his bottle, his gaze slow and heavy, like he was already picturing what was underneath Eli's flimsy shorts and tight tank.

"So," Ben said, after a lazy silence, "you a good boy, Eli?"

Eli tilted his head, playing innocent, but his smirk gave him away. "I guess that depends," he said softly. "Good for what?"

Marcus laughed, low and dirty, and clinked his beer against Eli's bottle.

"I like him," Jordan said simply, voice like a rumble of thunder.

Marcus leaned closer, his breath warm against Eli's ear. "You planning on sleeping tonight, blondie?" Eli turned to him, wide-eyed, playing up the sweetness even as his heart thudded wildly in his chest.

"Not if there's something better to do," he whispered.

Silence fell for a moment, charged, electric.

Ben set his beer down with a thud. "Why don't you come sit over here," he said, voice roughened, pointing to his lap. "Get comfortable."

The room spun a little--not from the beer, but from the heat of it all. Eli swallowed, feeling every pair of eyes burning into him.

Slowly, deliberately, he stood. Let them watch. Let them drink it in.

He crossed the short distance to Ben and slid onto his lap, feeling strong hands immediately find his hips. Ben's breath was hot against the side of his neck, not kissing him yet, just letting him feel the promise of it.

"Light as a feather," Ben murmured approvingly, his fingers curling tighter.

Eli gave a breathless laugh, feeling Marcus shift closer on one side, Jordan rising from the floor on the other.

Trapped. Wanted. Worshiped.

Exactly where he wanted to be.

Ben's hands slid under Eli's tank, rough palms grazing the smooth skin of his sides.

He leaned in, his scruff scratching Eli's neck as he murmured, "You're ours tonight, pretty boy."

Eli shivered, feeling Marcus and Jordan crowd closer around him, boxing him in.

Hands--large, greedy--found his thighs, his waist, his ass. They touched him like they had every right to, like he'd shown up just for them, just to be taken.

Ben's fingers toyed with the hem of Eli's shorts, tugging them higher, baring more of his soft, golden thighs. Marcus leaned in, his lips brushing Eli's ear as he growled, "Let's see what you're hiding."

Rough hands pushed his tank up over his head, tossing it aside. Eli gasped softly as the cool air hit his bare skin--then gasped louder when Jordan's hands grabbed his ass over his shorts, squeezing possessively.

"Fuck, he's perfect," Jordan muttered, voice thick with hunger.

Ben held Eli against his chest with one arm, the other hand working his shorts down inch by inch. Eli squirmed, half-heartedly, but it only made the men groan, made their hands grip harder.

When the shorts finally dropped to the floor, Eli stood there in nothing but tiny, white briefs--stretched tight over the growing bulge between his legs. All three of them went still, staring at him like he was a feast laid out just for them.

"Look at that," Marcus said, voice hoarse.

Jordan stepped behind Eli, running his hands up the backs of his thighs, slipping his fingers under the elastic of the briefs. "You want this, pretty thing?" he asked, his breath hot against the back of Eli's neck. "You wanna be used?"

Eli nodded, biting his lip, his heart pounding so hard he could barely breathe.

"Words, sweetheart," Ben said, squeezing his hip.

"Y-yes," Eli gasped. "Please."

That was all they needed.

Jordan yanked the briefs down in one rough pull, letting them drop to Eli's ankles. He kicked them aside, baring him completely.

Eli trembled, standing there naked between them, every inch of his body exposed, his cock hard and twitching under their greedy stares.

Marcus reached out and grabbed his chin, tilting his head up. "You belong to us now," he said. "Understand?"

Eli nodded desperately.

Ben pulled him down onto his lap, grinding him against the hard bulge in his jeans. Eli moaned, the friction making his head spin.

Jordan pulled him up and moved behind him, fingers spreading Eli's cheeks, exposing him shamelessly to all of them. "Fuck, he's so open already," Jordan growled.

Marcus stood, unzipping his fly with slow, deliberate movements. "Then we better not waste time."

Ben pushed Eli on his knees held him still while Marcus moved in front of him, thick cock heavy and leaking at the tip. He tapped it against Eli's lips, smearing precum across them.

"Suck," Marcus ordered, voice low and commanding.

Eli opened his mouth willingly, letting Marcus push inside, filling it. He groaned around the thickness, feeling Ben's hands roaming over his chest, pinching his nipples roughly while Jordan teased his entrance with slow, slick fingers.

It was overwhelming, and perfect.

Marcus fucked his mouth slowly, savoring the wet heat, while Jordan pushed a thick finger inside him, making him whimper around Marcus's cock. Ben kissed his neck, his shoulder, biting just hard enough to leave marks.

Eli was surrounded, claimed, used exactly the way he'd wanted. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks--he was theirs now.

Marcus gripped Eli's blonde hair tight, holding him still as he thrust deeper into his mouth. The taste of him filled Eli's senses--salty, heavy--and he moaned around the thick shaft pushing against the back of his throat.

"That's it," Marcus growled, hips snapping forward with rough precision. "Take it, pretty boy."

Ben sat back in the chair again, opening a new beer and watching with hungry eyes as Eli gagged and drooled over Marcus's cock.

Jordan stood up by the window, arms crossed over his broad chest, his own hard-on pressing obscenely against his jeans as he watched Eli being used like a toy.

Marcus fucked his mouth without mercy, making Eli's cheeks hollow out with every brutal thrust. Tears welled in Eli's eyes, but he didn't stop--didn't want to stop.

He loved the way Marcus used him like he was nothing more than a mouth to fuck.

After a few more punishing thrusts, Marcus yanked out, strands of spit connecting his cock to Eli's swollen lips.

"Good boy," Marcus said roughly, giving his cheek a light slap that made Eli's cock twitch between his thighs. "Now, Jordan's been dying to stretch you out properly."

Jordan smirked and set down his beer.

"Get on the bed, hands and knees," Jordan ordered.

Eli scrambled to obey, his knees sinking into the mattress, ass in the air, completely exposed. He could feel their eyes raking over him, hungry, possessive.

Jordan approached, yanking down his jeans just enough to free his thick cock. Without much warning, he grabbed Eli's hips and lined himself up, one hand spreading the boy open wider.

"You ready for it, little slut?" he muttered, teasing the head against Eli's entrance.

"Yes," Eli gasped, pushing back against him, desperate.

Jordan didn't go easy. He spit down on his cock to use as lube before he shoved his cock forward in one brutal stroke, forcing a loud, broken moan from Eli's lips as he was split open.

Ben chuckled from his chair, taking another lazy sip of his drink as he watched Jordan's cock disappear into Eli's tight hole.

"Fuck," Jordan groaned, holding Eli's hips steady as he began to thrust--hard, relentless, each slap of skin against skin echoing in the room.

Eli's arms shook from the force of it. He dropped his head to the mattress, mouth open in silent cries as Jordan used him like a ragdoll. Every thrust hit deep, brutal, claiming him with every inch.

Marcus sat down next to Ben, grabbing a beer of his own, both of them watching like it was the best show they'd ever seen.

"Look at him," Marcus said, voice thick with lust. "Fucking born for this."

Jordan grunted, pounding into Eli faster, rougher. One of his hands snaked around to grab Eli's cock, jerking him in time with the savage thrusts, wringing desperate noises from him.

"You like being used like this don't you?" Jordan taunted, voice rough. "Fucking little cumslut."

Eli whimpered, body trembling on the edge.

But before he could tip over, Jordan pulled out suddenly, leaving him empty and aching.

Ben stood up then, setting his beer aside, stripping off his tank top and jeans in one smooth motion.

"My turn," Ben said with a smirk, stroking his thick cock lazily as he approached.

Eli tried to catch his breath, but there was no time--Ben grabbed him by the arm and hauled him up onto his back, spreading his legs wide without any ceremony.

He lined himself up and slammed into Eli in one savage thrust.

Eli cried out, back arching, the stretch almost too much after Jordan, but Ben didn't give him a second to adjust. He started fucking him immediately--deep, brutal strokes that made the bedframe creak.

Marcus and Jordan stayed sitting, drinking casually, eyes glued to the way Eli's body bounced and twisted under Ben's rough thrusts.

"Shit, look at that hole," Marcus muttered, palming himself through his jeans.

Ben grabbed Eli's thighs, pinning them up high against his chest as he drove in even harder, using him like a fleshlight, no tenderness, just raw need.

"You like being our little toy, huh?" Ben snarled, fucking him even harder. "Just a hole to use?"

Eli couldn't even answer--his body betrayed him, cock dripping, eyes glazed over with fucked-out pleasure.

Ben slammed into him one last time before pulling out, stroking himself over Eli's stomach, smearing precum across his flushed skin.

Marcus stood up then, already stripping off his clothes.

"Think he's ready for all of us now," he said, voice dark with promise.

Jordan and Ben grinned like wolves.

They manhandled Eli without hesitation, flipping him back onto his knees in the center of the bed.

Marcus climbed behind him, cock heavy and leaking as he lined up again with Eli's stretched, abused hole. Jordan and Ben moved to the front, gripping Eli's chin and slapping their cocks against the boy's cheek.

"You ready, little slut?" Marcus growled behind him.

Eli nodded frantically, desperate, needy.

"Good," Jordan said, shoving his cock into Eli's open mouth without warning, muffling his gasp.

Marcus slammed into him from behind at the same moment, burying himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust.

Eli was overwhelmed--stuffed full, used on both ends, drool dripping down his chin as Jordan fucked his face roughly, Marcus pounding his ass without mercy.

Ben stroked himself slowly, watching, waiting for his turn, his cock flushed dark and angry in his hand.

The room was filled with filthy sounds: the wet, sloppy noise of Eli's mouth being used, the heavy slap of Marcus's hips against his ass, the broken whimpers and moans Eli couldn't hold back.

Jordan fucked his throat deep, holding Eli's head still and using it like nothing but a warm, tight hole. Marcus grabbed his hips harder, bruising his skin, slamming into him harder, faster, making Eli's entire body jolt forward with every brutal thrust.

Ben moved closer then, pressing his cock against Eli's side, smearing precum across his flushed skin.

"Fucking perfect," Ben growled. "Let's fill him up."

Marcus groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, thick ropes of cum shooting inside Eli's battered hole.

Jordan pulled out of Eli's mouth, jerking himself fast and rough, then painted Eli's pretty face in hot, messy streaks of cum, marking him.

Ben finally grabbed Eli's head, pushed his cock into the cum-covered face, and started fucking him furiously, chasing his own release.

Eli moaned brokenly, loving the feeling of having his throat completely filled with cock. He touched his cock and barely had to start jerking before he came hard against the sheets.

Ben grunted loudly, pushing his long cock deep down Eli's throat, filling him up before making sure he swallowed every single sperm.

They all stood there for a moment, breathing heavy, looking down at the ruined, used boy lying spent on the bed, covered inside and out with them.

Marcus leaned down, brushing Eli's hair back from his sweaty forehead.

"Good fucking boy," he muttered, voice hoarse with satisfaction.

Eli lay boneless on the bed, skin flushed, trembling, utterly wrecked.

The room smelled of sex and sweat and beer, thick and heavy in the air.

Cum dripped slowly from between his legs, pooling messily under him, sticky on his thighs and stomach. His face, marked by Jordan's messy finish, still glowed with heat.

He could hear them moving around--zipping jeans, grabbing beers again--but none of them were in any rush to cover him up.

They just stood there, casually admiring their work, drinking like they'd just finished a good game.

Marcus sat back down first, pulling Eli's ruined body up into his lap effortlessly.

He ran a rough hand down Eli's chest, fingers teasing the raw red marks he'd left earlier.

"You look good like this," Marcus murmured, smirking. "Used. Full. Dripping."

Jordan chuckled, lighting a cigarette by the open window, completely unbothered by Eli's exposed, wrecked body.

Ben leaned over from where he sat at the table, flicking the waistband of Eli's discarded underwear with one finger. "Hope you're not tired, pretty boy," he said, voice low and dangerous. "Party downstairs's just getting started."

Eli blinked up at him, dazed, confused.

"There's a hot tub on the back patio," Jordan said lazily, blowing out smoke. "Bunch of guys already out there."

"And they're gonna want a taste," Marcus added, squeezing Eli's sore ass with one hand, making him whimper.

Ben grinned wide, wicked. "You think you were put on display tonight?" he said. "Just wait till we take you out there. Naked. Leaking our cum down your thighs. Bent over the side of the tub, begging for more."

Eli shivered, blood rushing right back to his cock despite how thoroughly he'd just been used.

Marcus leaned in, his voice a dark purr against Eli's ear.

"You're not just our slut anymore, baby.

You're gonna be everyone's."