I wake up, bursting for a pee, the dawn light enough to make out 2 other bodies, Ryan’s compact muscular frame, top heavy, hairy, thick arms and pecs, is laid flat out, his throbber chubby and Mark, tall, lean, swimmers build, abs to die for by his side, thigh touching thigh. Ryan’s sunburn almost glowing, still looks painful.
I hear a trumpet reveille from the bathroom and I open the door. Degsy is just washing his hands, clean boy Degsy. He grins at me and pinches his nose and mouths a ‘sorry’. It’s just funk, doesn’t bother me, living with ‘him’, cleaning up after ‘him’ I’m well used to it. I take a deep breath and we kiss, Degsy is all over me, his hands rubbing my arse, up my back, gripping my shoulders, I can feel his cock prodding at my abs.
I break off and start to pee, my thick pungent morning stream fills the pan, his turd bobbing, I feel his cock push through my thighs, and see his head, like a fish pop out at the side of my balls, it makes me laugh. I finish up and shake.
I flush away and we lean on the sink making out, I grip his cock and he mine, we stroke each other as we kiss, our morning woods so hard, not a word has been spoken, the language of sex needs no words.
The door opens and in pushes Ryan, ignoring us and straight to the pan for a piss, then Mark comes in,
‘Started without me?’ He says, his voice booming out over the dawn chorus from the hotel gardens piercing the silence and the occasional fast car or motorbike zooming on some strip or other.
Mark and Ryan piss, comfy, arms over shoulders. They finish as Degsy pulls me to the bed,
‘Our last morning, our last day, our last fuck’,
he says, as I look up at him kneeling in front of me, toying with his cock like a priapic five year old, staring at me. I lift up my legs, my abs crunch, Degsy grins.
Ryan pads back in, boned up,
‘Oh yeah, one last sesh before we pack and fuck off back home, you’ll need this Chris, Degsys a fucking animal’,
He tosses me the lube. Degsy catches it single handed and smears his shaft. He gets a blob on his fingers and coats my hole, he shudders visibly as he pushes two fingers up my hole,
‘Oh yeah, yous feel great’ he whispers as he lines up, I feel the gel warm up and his gentle prods at my gate as he keeps his cock on the spot and leans forwards, his weight on his arms, his cock enters me, slowly as he lowers himself, his bristled chin, dark, swarthy, sexy is just inches from my face, his lips, thick, warm, touch mine, his tongue invades my space as he sinks lower into me.
His pubes touching my arse. He breaks off, his glassy eyes twinkle as he half smiles and pulls back out just enough and ploughs back in as he groans in delight.
‘That’s fucking gorgeous’ he says as he leans in for a kiss, I reach up, crunching my abs and we kiss.
I lift my legs and wrap them around his frame, my heels buried in his soft globes as he builds up speed. He’s looking for my prostate, he finds it as my eyes close and I see stars in the blackness. He’s grinning at me, his beautiful sex face, he’s concentrating now, looking down at my abs he’s close, he’s groaning a deep guttural growl. He cums in a flurry of twitches, moans and pushes me hard up the bed with a final grunt then tosses his head back as he squirts his load into me.
Mark and Ryo watch from the bed, stroking slowly. Degsy pulls out and gets up, I take his arm and he lifts me off and grabbing my soft pole he drags me to the bathroom, I see Mark lie back abd lift his legs for Ryan to start as we shower off. Lucky Mark.
Degsy gets me hard and we make out in the shower, kissing as I rub my cock up his body, content to cum while we kiss.
Degsy has other ideas. He turns and bends his arse towards me. I need no coaxing and use the shower gel to wash his crack and open him up with my fingers, listening to his breath changing as my two fingers sink in. I replace them with my shaft. Degsy pushes me back against the tiles, cold on my bum and shoulders as he pins me to the wall, my shaft lodged up him as he rocks forwards and back, fucking me.
I hear Ryan grunt out an ‘oh yeah, so fucking tight’ to Mark. Lucky Mark.
Degsy is taking his time, slowly pulling forwards and back, riding my shaft as I massage his strong builders back, his deep channel coursing water to his arse crack and down over my balls. I turn the water it colder, the sensation livens him up, I start to fuck him, hard. Ramming into him, the cold water a contrast to our hot, blood heat, union, my balls slapping at his arse cheeks as he groans, I shoot and turn the water to warm and the feeling changes as I upload into him.
‘Sorry, I should’ve pulled out’ I say caressing his back as my last spurts fill him.
‘I’ll get rid soon enough’ he says, we stand and open the shower door as Ryan and Mark come in.
‘Right yous two, get dressed and we’ll see you at breakfast, gotta face the birds sometime. He makes a slit throat sign.
‘We’ll wait go down as a four, er less obvious’,
‘My walking bow legged sorta gives it away’, says Degsy.
I take time drying Degsy, softly, giving him the works, massaging the anthisan into his shoulders and Sudocrem over his pucker lips, him sprawled out on laid on his front as I part his cheeks, peering in at his hole, the hairs curly almost in ringlets, his pucker a shade of mushroom with just his lips a little pink, pink and shiny as impart them, my getting hard again, wanting to sink in again and feel his chute envelop my crown.
‘You’ll live’ I say as I smear the white balm into his pucker lips. He rolls onto his back and holds his arms out, I fall between them and we kiss as he hugs me tight. Mark and Ryan swing in and quickly dry and dress.
The four of us go down to breakfast.
‘Right then lover boy, you can fuck off to your hotel now. Why not bring the boys ‘round at eleven, we can have a good swimming session’ I say to Mark,
‘Or just a session?’.
Says Mark grinning and adjusting his dick at the thought. He leaves.
We have the full English for breakfast, the girls are cross at first, but kisses from Ryan and Degsy elicit a ‘Gerroff’ response and a quick cuddle, which is enough to earn their pardons.
The girls are as chatty as ever, griping and telling the lads off as if they were children. The lads sat whispering and grunting to each other, totally oblivious of the girl’s constant chattering and mithering.
We are loading up on toast and jam, pan chocolat and gallons of coffee. Getting the carbs in after our earlier bouts. The perky Spanish waitresses getting the eye from the lads, much to the disdain of their girlfriends.
‘OK lads ‘Shelle and me are er ‘going up to er pack’ says Ryan miming a hip thrust. Michelle rolls her eyes and giggles,
‘maybe you’ll be lucky’,
she said and tapped his nose laughing as he lead her away, opening doors and getting the lift for her. Ryan hard in his shorts, obvious.
‘Come on Briony, said Degsy, ‘we’d better get busy as well’ and he grinned at her, she squeezed his hand.
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Kim says, ‘come on you ya big lummox, you’ve got a job to do’. Macca got up quickly, moving her seat away for her.
They left, I was sat alone and felt sad. Empty. My arse pulsed, empty now.
I went up to my room, packed my case and checked around. I found the scrunched up cummy pair of Kingfisher blue undies at the back of a drawer. I was thinking back to that nights exploits. I stuffed them in my case. I had a last final look around, then closed the door, wheeling my case to reception. A change of clothes in my day bag.
I went outside to the pool and ordered a large beer and dozed off in the sun, now beery and full after breakfast.
I woke as I was being lifted off the lounger and deposited in the pool. Mark, Darren and Wayne dived in and splashed me. Mark and I dunked the boys as we tried to pants them, but they’d learned to tie their shorts tight.
We got out and had a couple of beers and cokes for the boys. The waiters happy, working in the shade, darting out into the sun to serve us lounging Brits.
The swim team came around looking for Mark,
‘coach has gone off on one, so we’ve come here to get away’ they say, ‘we’re leaving at four, our flights at eight twenty’.
‘your pools a beauty’ he said and he stripped off his T shirt and dived in, the others followed.
‘who’s for water polo?’,
We joined them giving the guests a show, as ten hunky guys played noisily in the pool.
Ryan came to see what the noise was about dressed in a proper button up shirt and his black Nike short shorts. Michelle close at his side, cooing at him.
‘Hi lads’ he said as he arranged a chair for Michelle in the shade and asked her if she wanted a drink, then ordered them politely. The ‘horny lad’ draining out of him every minute, him becoming a neutered, normal, married man.
Degsy and Macca came poolside and moved a couple of chairs over, ordered and sat with Briony and Kim, looking sad, looking like hitched blokes do, quiet, nothing to say.
I got out of the pool, dripping, Mark joined me, his arm over my shoulder as we wet the floor, Darren and Wayne joined us, expectant, Mark grabbed Wayne and I grabbed Darren and we threw them in the pool and had a game of grab ass. The lads now castrated, watching on lamely.
On the flight back we had different seats allocated. Ryan was sat about 20 rows ahead.
I could see him chatting up the hostess on the drinks trolley.
He walked down the plane and pressed his hand onto my shoulders as he walked past me. I got up and followed him, Degsy came up behind me and I was sandwiched. Degsy rocked forward, his thick shaft pressing against my cheeks, his arms hung over my shoulders, his palm rubbing against my nipples. Ryan was groping behind him at my dick as we fell forwards towards the toilets, queuing.
He turns and faces me, his cock shaft pressing on my thigh,
‘If you ever want a proper job as a skimmer, we’ve got lots of work lined up for you, we’d even learn you!’ Says Ryan, grinning at me, his green eyes dancing, his hands now down his shorts.
I gave him a bear hug and made to kiss him,
‘gerroff’,
he laughed as Degsy tickled him, reaching over me, all pressed tight together.
The toilet door opened and Ryan piled in, I heard the door click, the sound of his stream drilling into the pan, no counting to 60 this time.
I turned to look at Degsy, he was glassy eyed. We did the bloke hand shake, me confident this time.
‘Thanks for a great holiday’ I said to him as I gripped his nuts, he nodded and grinned, the other toilet door opened and he went in. I waited ages and finally Ryan came out,
‘I left you a little present’ he whispered.
That got the blood pumping to my cock. I went in and looked in the mirror, the reflection of my face smeared with his thick spunky white load running down.
I pulled down my shorts and wanked my cock furiously as I licked up the cool glass, pushing my tongue out and to see the goo white against the pink tongue, swallowing and doing it again until the glass was clear.
I looked down at my shaft, my hand gripping tight, my shaft pulsing, tipping me over. I pointed it down and heard the blast of cum squirt on the steel pan, 5 times as my head lolled back, my hearing muffled, my breath panting, moaning loudly, my knees buckling, my mind picturing Ryan in front of me spurting his load with mine, grinning.
I ran his residual cum around my mouth, savouring his unique taste, swallowed. I cleaned up and flushed away.
The speaker blared out ‘crew, seats for landing please’.
In the taxi home, my phone pinged, it was a text from Ryan
‘if you’re ever in Kirkby, give us a bell X’
That can easily be arranged I thought, as my dick twitched to life.
TBC
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