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Finding Myself in Gran Canaria
by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)
***
Four teenage friends go on holiday to the Canary
Islands in search of girls for sex. Two of the group
find more than they expected about Gran Canaria and
themselves. (MMm, 1st-gay-expr, nc, mast, oral, anal,
exh, alcohol, orgy)
***
We all had taken part-time jobs and saved like fuck.
Four students, all at the same uni and Summer was
coming. We had booked a fun filled, alcohol fueled,
wild holiday in Gran Canaria in the Canary Islands. In
Summer, the Canary Islands are packed with British,
German and Irish holidaymakers soaking up the extreme
temperatures.
Our first choice had been Ibiza until one of our
party, Grant, announced that his older sister had use
of a low rise bungalow in Playa del Ingles in Gran
Canaria from a friend and couldn't go. The offer of
free accommodation changed our plans immediately and
the Ibiza holiday became Gran Canaria. I knew little
about the place except it was lively and had lots of
clubs and that seemed good enough to us guys.
Tom was a bit of a country bumkin kind of guy. He was
from the North of Scotland and was about 5 feet 6
inches tall, medium build and had a habit of wearing
jeans and a tartan check shirt which gave him a red-
neck look. I suppose his red-blonde wiry hair and
freckles added to that image.
Grant was his absolute opposite with an air of
grandeur brought about by studying law. He was over 6
feet tall, stick thin, short dark hair with a "Hugh
Grant" look about him. Every answer he gave you felt
like he was saying, "I told you so."
Jeremy was the one the girls flocked to. He had the
look of a boy band singer about him. Jeremy could
throw on an old pair of track suit bottoms and make
them look fashionable. He was about 5 feet 8 inches
and well-built but not stocky. His fat was where is
should be if you know what I mean.
I was the fourth musketeer. I am probably the least
sporty looking of all of them. The other three all
looked as though Saturday mornings were spent running
around an athletic field whereas my image was of a guy
who hid under the duvet and sometimes came out to play
on his computer. I'm Marcus and I'm 5 feet 11 inches,
slimmish (but need to cut down on the beer), mousey
hair cut short, a bit of a beard growth and sometimes
wear specs when my contact lenses ache. The trouble is
I then look like Clark Kent but without the ability to
move small mountains.
We were always out together, always drinking together
and always getting into mischief together ("honestly
constable I have no idea how these park benches ended
up in the pond"). Now we were going to export our
special brand of trouble to the poor unsuspecting
Spaniards!
Of course parents said we shouldn't go and started
phone each other to create a united front. They tried
to coerce my sister into withdrawing the accommodation
offer but our minds were made up and once the tickets
were booked, that was it!
We spent many a night telling each other tales of our
success with the opposite sex but I suspected that few
of us, myself included, had done much more than heavy
petting, some kissing and a bit of fingering. OK we
were all 18 to 19 and had all done something but just
not as much as we were bragging about. I had no great
urge to get a girlfriend anyway. Studying accountancy
isn't a girl-puller and I enjoyed the easy comfort of
my fellow students. I knew these days of warm
friendship couldn't last forever and I wondered who
would be the first to get a steady girl and break the
group. I dreaded the day as I loved these guys, my
soulmates.
We landed at Las Palmas airport and had to fork our
around 35 Euros to get to the place we were staying.
It was an odd layout, of around 100 small bungalows in
the middle of town and fenced in my large 6 feet
railing. Each bungalow has a small outside area
painted green to simulate grass and they also has some
loungers. There was what pretended to be a restaurant
at the entrance but the only things I could see on the
menu were burgers and pizza. When we reached the
bungalow it wasn't the epitome of elegance as we
expected. The door entered into a lounge with a large
sofa and two chairs, a cooking area and two doors off.
One entered the bathroom with bath and shower and the
other to a bedroom which had two single beds in it. We
were immediately aware that the sofa in the lounge was
to become the other bed, a double one at that!
There was a moment of pandemonium as Grant and Tom
beat Jeremy and me to the two beds so we were left
with the sofa bed. We unpacked quickly and headed out
for supplies, mainly bottles of beer and wine to stock
the groaning and whirring fridge. It was late
afternoon so we quickly freshened up, popped a few
beers and headed off to show Playa del Ingles what
they had been missing.
Most activity seemed to centre around shopping centres
with bars and after a massive plate of fajitas we
started to crawl around them. The first disappointment
was that many of the crowds of people seemed to be
couples and there were also a lot of seemingly gay
guys too. There were girls around but they all seemed
set on a night out rather than a shag!
In our efforts to get laid, we all drank too much and
by 2.00am, the travelling and the booze plus both
Jeremy and Grant had been puffing on some suspicious
tobacco, we were all still together and all wasted.
The taxis were unwilling to take four drunk guys so we
walked back, had a few more drinks and prepared for
bed. Stripping was hilarious and it wasn't until I saw
Grant standing in t-shirt and nothing else, I realised
I had never seen any of my mates naked before. Grant
seemed well blessed, his heavy uncut cock hanging down
over hairy balls and he kept scratching them to let
the air circulate. Tom was padding about in a pair of
white briefs and Jeremy and I had just pulled out the
sofa and were hopping around trying to pull off jeans.
Once in bed, we left a small light on to aid trips to
the toilet and Grant and Tom headed for their room.
Jeremy, pulled off his hipster shorts, climbed into
bed with his back to me, hauled up the blanket and was
snoring before I could even get stripped. I climbed in
beside him feeling really odd lying beside my friend
having never seen him naked and yet we were both
starkers in bed. I couldn't sleep.
I lay there on my back going over the day in my head
when Jeremy rolled over on his back and slightly
towards me. The blanket partly followed him but he
pushed it down. It was a hot night. I could see his
chest, lightly hair between perfectly rounded nipples
and a trace following all the way towards his pubic
area, just covered by the blanket. I looked at him and
admired his beauty, slightly jealous of his pop star
looks. I realised my cock was hard and wondered what
Jeremy looked like naked. I have no idea what prompted
me but I gently shook him to see how asleep he was. He
not only didn't respond but was like a slab of meat
with no movement whatsoever.
I gently pulled the blanket back, inch by inch. Soon
his soft cock was visible. Like me, he was uncut and
it lay about four inches long over large soft balls. I
slowly put my hand over and stroked his cock, like
stroking a cat. It was warm and the skin so soft. I
cupped under his balls and gently eased them upwards.
The feeling was like electricity. The drink was
driving me on and his condition made me much bolder
than I would normally have been. I picked up his cock
and gently stroked it in a wanking fashion but had
little response.
I had a sudden urge. I lowered myself downwards until
my cheek was resting on his thigh and my nose was up
to his cock. The faint smell of urine wafted past and
should have put me off but instead my cock got even
harder. I opened my mouth and slipped it over the head
of his cock taking almost all of it into my mouth. I
rolled it around, soft skin against tongue, while
cupping his balls. At first the movement was slight
but once it started, his cock rose quite rapidly until
I had to slide my mouth backwards gripping his cock in
my right hand and started to suck him for real. His
skin slid back revealing the head and his cock rose to
about 7 inches. I became greedy sucking him with a
hunger I didn't know I had. My left hand found my own
cock and I started to stroke my own six inches.
His cock kept pulsing and he made odd "ugh" sounds as
I sucked. When he came I had no warning and at first I
just thought his cock was pulsing until I realised I
had a lot more saliva in my mouth than I thought. The
bitter taste mixed with my own saliva and I had
started to swallow before I knew what was happening. I
took my mouth off and his cock still pumped cum over
my face. My own orgasm was instant and I shot over my
inner thigh. There was cum everywhere as you might
expect from two horny teenagers so I had to quickly
and quietly get some kitchen towel and do some serious
mopping. I started to shake with fear and quickly
tucked Jeremy up and rolled over, taking almost thirty
minutes to sleep.
Jeremy was up before me in the morning and padding
about making coffee in his shorts. He had no sign of a
hangover which is more than could be said for me. I
stayed under the cover watching him and feeling really
weird. See my mate doing ordinary things while I knew
I had sucked his cock and swallowed his cum left me
with an odd mixture of guilt, excitement and, dare I
say it, power! He saw me.
"Good morning sleepyhead," he said.
"Oh, hi," I sleepily grunted back, waiting to see if
he showed any recollection of my sordid actions with
him the previous night.
"I feel really great today considering I didn't get
laid last night," he said.
I thought, "God if only he knew!"
Soon everyone was up and fighting for the shower. I
kept getting the beginning of an erection every time I
saw him and I suddenly had the urge to see all their
cocks. This was not to be as all the guys stayed
surprisingly discreet considering the compactness of
the apartment.
I'm not going to bore you with the ins and outs of a
group of lads on holiday but needless to say there
were, bar crawls, eating junk food, chatting to girls,
lying by the pool, going to the beach and even a boat
trip involved. I'll move on to the next incident as
that's what you want to read about, I'm sure.
The second night was uneventful. Grant went off with
some girl and though we again all passed out, there
was less drink and more restlessness. I was also
frightened that Grant could arrive back so I was a
good boy! I did want to stroke his cock again but
refrained, tossing restlessly in my sleep while
nursing a very hard teenage cock.
On night three, Grant and I managed to lose Jeremy and
Tom and he got chatting to a plain but slightly slutty
little drunk girl from Manchester. She was loud, brash
and exposing most of what there was to see. She was
way too common for upmarket Grant but he was taking
full advantage of her drunken state and soon was
guiding her out of the bar and up a side alleyway. I
lost him completely and after 15 minutes or so went
looking for him. I found him with her pinned against a
wall. I assumed they were kissing until I saw his bare
arse. I was slightly embarrassed but, in his drunken
state, he called me over.
I went closer and realised he was shagging her against
the wall. I was slightly drunk too and the sight of
Grant shagging got me erect in a heartbeat.
"Awesome fuck," he said to me. "Fancy a piece?"
He pulled out and for the first time I saw Grant's
long thin cock in full erection. My heart was
thumping. Thankfully he had a condom on it but he just
stood back against the wall facing me, his stiff
erection standing proud against some large low-hanging
balls. He stroked it to keep it hard.
"C'mon," slurred the slut. "Fuck me!"
I dropped my shorts and my own cock sprung up.
"Nice piece," said Grant. "She's going to enjoy that."
He fumbled in his lowered shorts pocket and handed me
a condom.
My head was saying, "I'm having a threesome with Grant
– sexy Grant."
I pulled the condom over my cock and as the girl
turned to face the wall offering me rear access to her
cunt, I gripped her hips and started to fumble for
entry. Thankfully a rigid organ is quite easy to
direct and I started fucking her. She mouthed
obscenities about how good the fuck was and I turned
to watch Grant wanking as he watched me. She started
screaming as she came, my hand trying to cover her
mouth less the local police thought someone was being
murdered and I shot my load into her. I looked as
Grant, obviously turned on by my show, shot a wad of
cum squirting on to the ground.
I pulled out and as the drunken girl pulled her
panties up and offered a quick "thanks," Grant and I
pulled up our shorts and looked kind of embarrassed.
"Awesome show mate, I really enjoyed watching," he
said.
I felt like saying, "So did I," but just smiled and
said, "Thanks, anytime!"
The rest of the guys were told of my performance over
breakfast and I was quite proud that I was now deemed
'a man.'
Lying by the pool I marvelled that after all these
years of having no sexual contact with my mates I had
done something sexual with two of them in three
nights. My thoughts turned to Tom. Tom was technically
the least attractive, short curly red hair and
freckles. He also oozed a sexual chemistry neither of
the other two did despite being far more attractive in
the "poster boy" kind of way. Tom was also a dark
horse. He spoke less about sex than any of them. I
also hoped I might get another chance at Jeremy since
we had a few boozy nights still to go. My stiff cock
suggested I should change my train of thoughts.
"Anyone fancy the beach?" said Grant.
"Nope," was the joint reply.
"Aw come on, it'll make a change and the talent might
be better than here!"
He wasn't lying. A few pensioners, a clutch of parents
and some noisy kids was all the complex had to offer
four horny young men.
"I'm game," I said.
The other two reluctantly agreed and we headed off to
the Playa Del Ingles beach. It was quite busy when we
got there but we found a spot within easy access to
the cafés and lay on our towels. It took Tom no longer
than 20 minutes.
"Anyone fancy a walk?"
He had a low attention span, only a little lower than
mine.
"I'll come," I said.
He had on a baggy pair of shorts and a round neck t-
shirt and I was similarly dressed. We headed to the
right and along towards Maspalomas as that seemed to
be the general direction of all the walkers. It was a
lovely warm day and the breeze from the sea belied the
actual temperature. We had our bottled of water and
were suitably creamed as we set off. At one point we
started to see some naked people. Most were older but
some were in the twenties.
"A nudist beach!" said Tom, stating the obvious.
"Fucking Hell!"
At one point, the whole beach was full of naked men
and judging by the laughter and shrieks, they were
gay. Tom was confused about where their wives might be
so I had to explain it to him!
He was still reeling when we decided we had had enough
and turned round to head back and another helping of
nudity.
"Look, if we cut across the headland, it will be
quicker than going around by the beach," said Tom,
pointing to a number of people heading in that
direction.
I only saw soft sand and had a feeling this was not
going to be an easy walk but Tom was adamant we would
be quicker so I followed. I was proved right and by
the time we were at the top of the sand dunes, looking
back at the beach I was knackered. However I looked
the other way and could see the straight route cutting
across the headland. I also looked over to my left and
noticed many of the people were heading that way and
not, as we had thought, cutting off the headland. In
the distance, beside a little rift in the dune, I
could see a small group of men standing as though they
were watching something.
"I wonder what's going on over there?" I said to Tom.
"Let's walk by and find out," he said.
We casually walked over towards the group and though
they saw us coming, no one made any attempt to move or
walk away so I assumed it was something innocuous
going on. It came as a surprise to both of us to find
a guy in his forties fucking what seemed to be his
wife. Her legs were in the air and she was howling.
All the guys around were wanking and watching and a
couple were standing beside them, feeling the guy's
arse and stroking his cock length as it pumped into
her. As we watched, husband (we assumed) pulled his
long cock out and stood up and another guy, about 35
or so took his place. The husband went to his wife's
head and stuck his wet cock in her mouth.
Other guys started to approach and Tom and I were a
little embarrassed so we walked off, further into the
dunes.
"That was awesome," said Tom. "Did you see the length
of the guy's cock?"
"Quite something," I said, adjusting my shorts.
I noticed Tom's erection sticking out too.
"Look," I said to Tom, "There's another couple of guys
hanging about over there. I bet there's another
session happening. Are you game?"
"Try and stop me," said Tom.
As we approached the two men, they actually walked out
of sight behind the dune and by the time we got there,
I could just see them heading into a loose clump of
bushes. They saw us as they went. I was keen to see a
bit more sex and if I was honest, a few more cocks.
When we eventually made it into the clearing, again I
could see two people having sex. I could see two
bodies in a sixty-nine position and a mouth over a
larger erect cock. As we couldn't see the guys we had
followed, we bravely ventured forward before I
realised it was two guys, in their forties, sucking
each other. Tom noticed just a few seconds after me
and we both blushed.
We turned and bumped straight into the two guys. One
was about 6 feet I inch tall, slim and around 32. The
other, slightly younger, probably 27 or so. He was
shorter and slightly effeminate. Both were stark naked
and both had erections, the taller being an extremely
sizeable man!
"Don't hurry away guys, we could have a little fun if
you like?" said the older guy.
He lightly gripped Tom's hand and placed it on his
hard cock. Tom looked at me hesitantly as though to
say "What do I do?"
As I started to mumble some excuse to leave, I saw
Tom's hand moving up and down on the man's cock. His
camp friend was now behind me. Grinding his cock into
the back of my shorts.
"Do your fancy a little fun guys? It's a lot more fun
here than the Yumbo Centre."
I had no idea what he was talking about but my cock
was brick hard. When the tall guys took both hands and
yanked down Tom's shorts, his cock sprung straight
out. Tom had around seven inches and it was thick,
almost obscenely thick.
"Wow that's a beauty," said the tall man. "Simon will
love that!"
I assumed Simon was the person grinding against my
arse. I felt the cool air on my lower regions and
realised I was now naked from the waist down too. My
erect cock told its own story and I saw Tom look at
it. The man dropped to his knees and took Tom's cock
in his mouth at the same time as Simon did the same to
me. The warm mouth was exquisite and I suddenly
realised I was going nowhere until I had cum. Tom too,
looked as though he had found paradise.
After a few minutes the older guy stood up.
He looked at me and said, "Let's see you give you mate
some head."
I looked at Tom, who shrugged his shoulders. Taking
this as permission I quickly dropped to my knees and
took his cock in my mouth. The sensation was amazing.
His cock was thick and warm. I could feel the foreskin
peel back in my mouth and my tongue found the piss
slit. I started sucking like a hungry animal and the
response from Tom helped enormously.
"Oh my God," I heard him say, "That's fucking
awesome!"
So I could do something awesome! I realised that WE
were now the centre of attention. The two men who had
been sucking were standing wanking and another two
older guys were also watching. All this made me
hornier still. I gripped Tom's buttocks and started
sucking him with a vengeance. All my eyes could see as
this went on, were cocks both to the right and left of
me. It wasn't that I was enjoying Tom so much, I would
have grabbed them all one by one. I stroked my own
cock as I knelt there.
"Marcus you need to stop as I'm going to cum," said
Tom.
In a split second, I took in the surrounding cocks,
Tom's fiery red bush, the hard feeling of his cock in
my mouth and made a decision; I kept sucking. The
others had heard Tom's warning and all closed around
us to be nearer and Tom's then groaned in exctasy as
his sperm sprayed into me. I opened my mouth slightly
and the second and third jets must have been visible
firing into my mouth.
I was close too but just as Tom started to pull back,
another cock appeared and I took it in my mouth. Cum
erupted from that too and then a bath of cum started
all over me when five guys one by one, came over my
face and neck. I shot an amount of cum I didn't think
I could produce, arcing up in the air and landing on
the warm sand. Cum dribbled down from my face on to my
body.
Tom was now standing back, looking awkward and the
guys had all wandered off though the two original guys
grabbed a towel and offered it to me. I dried the cum,
thanked them and Tom and I walked off, this time in
the right direction.
"What just happened?" I said to Tom.
Tom said almost nothing but shook his head
incredulously and whispered, "Jeesus."
As we trudged back over the sand, Tom said to me,
"What did it taste like?"
"Your cum?" I questioned.
"Yeh," he said quietly.
"Not really sure," I lied. "It kind of slid over
before I had time to think but it was a little bland
and slightly salty. Funny texture though."
"Oh," he said before returning to silence.
Ten minutes on and he said," You're not going to tell
anyone are you?"
"Of course not," I said.
"Good."
"Have you seen any of the other guys....you
know....naked?"
"Well you know I saw Grant the other night when he was
having that girl."
"Oh, of course you did. Have you seen Jeremy?" He
asked.
"Well in a way," I said. "He was kind of exposed the
other night there when he was drunk and we were
sleeping together. I tried to tuck him in and his cock
went hard."
"Did you, you know?"
"Touch it?"
"Yes."
"Well a little as I was trying to get him under the
covers and it was flapping about."
"Did you DO anything with him?"
"Not really," I lied.
"That would be cool, playing with someone like Jeremy
and they didn't know. He is quite nice looking isn't
he?"
"Yes he is," I replied honestly.
"I don't suppose......"
He went quiet.
"Suppose what?"
"You might come and get me if he does it again."
"Do you WANT to?"
He went quiet.
"I kinda like him."
We were approaching the now empty piece of beach where
the others has been and so headed back up to the
apartment. We walked in on Jeremy, can in hand, in
full swing.
"So we go in a group and they take us round the bars
and they give us shots in every bar and we do dares.
It sound like fun. Hi guys, just talking about a bar
crawl tonight. Are you up for it?"
"Ok," said Tom.
I reluctantly agreed with every thought of keeping
from getting too hammered. My liver was starting to
complain.
Well the night came and the assorted group started
around some bars. They were mainly guys with a few
girls who were definitely holding their own in the
drinking stakes. I tried to miss every second shot and
even then, was getting bladdered. I caught a hold of
Tom and asked if he wanted to opt out and get a pizza.
He agreed.
By the time we slipped away I had serious doubts we
would see Grant or Jeremy again such was their state.
We wandered looking for somewhere to eat when I saw
large sign with a dinosaur on it saying "Yumbo
Centre!"
How did I know that name. Then I remember the guy at
the beach had commented on it.
"Let's eat in here," I said to Tom.
The shopping centre was an open air, three story hole
in the ground and we entered at level three, which was
ground level. I looked over and the bottom level
seemed to be the busiest so we headed down.
The noise was deafening from bars and coffee bars and
I noticed some of them had pretty suggestive names.
There were lots of men around and even guys in drag.
Tom's eyes shot open.
"This is a queer area!" He said this stating the
obvious.
"After what you did today, you can't comment," I said.
He smiled.
"Let's go eat and watch the world go by," I suggested.
We found a Chinese restaurant and were able to sit
outside watching all the activity. There were signs
for "darkrooms, glory holes, men only, cruising bars
and sauna." I could guess what some of this meant.
After we ate and had another couple of beers, it was
after midnight and I was really tired. I made a mental
note that I might get down here the following night.
"I'm heading back Tom," I said and he quickly agreed.
"Do you think things go on there," he asked as we
walked back.
"I would say things definitely go on there," I
replied. "Do you fancy trying it one night?"
"I dunno," he said.
We entered the apartment and every light was on. The
place looked as though it had been burgled so we knew
it hadn't. A burglar would have left it tidier. I
walked through and Jeremy was flat out on the fold out
bed, fully clothed and sound asleep. I checked the
room and Grant was nowhere to be seen.
"Tom, help me get Jeremy ready for bed," I said.
Tom was eager. He pulled off his own top and kicked
off his shoes before we manhandled Jeremy on to the
bed. I pulled Jeremy's trainers off and started to
pull down his jeans. His hipsters came partly with
them and were left with a patch of pubic hair showing.
Jeremy pulled off his t-shirt and we were left with
Jeremy naked except for his hipsters.
"Marcus, could I see him do you think?" Tom asked.
I pulled down Jeremy's hipsters and his flaccid cock
lying over his hefty balls came into view. I had to
admit he was an impressive sight and a good looking
guy. He lay there looking like a boy-band refugee!
"Is he out?
"I think as out as you can be," I said.
Without a word Tom crawled beside him and put his
mouth over Jeremy's cock. I was amazed. I stood up and
went to lock the apartment door. I didn't think Grant
would appreciate what we were doing to his pal.
I slid off my jeans and briefs and started to unbuckle
Tom. He let me. Soon Tom and I only had t-shirts on
and I took Tom's cock in my mouth. It was already
hard. I wondered how it would feel inside me but was
sure my virgin hole would be in some pain if I tried
it tonight. Tom was having little luck with Jeremy's
soft cock.
"We need to bring him out of unconsciousness," I said,
speaking like an expert of male sleep seduction.
"Jeremy you have to wake up," I shouted, shaking him.
"What are you doing," said Tom, worried less his
little bit of fun was going to be scuppered.
"Trust me," I said and continued to shake Jeremy.
Eventually I managed a numbed response and a mumbled,
"Whassamatter," before he lolled back on the bed, one
leg raised.
"Give it one minute and start again," I said.
Tom did and because Jeremy's consciousness level had
moved up a notch, Tom found a response and his cock
slowly rose. I rubbed my cock on Jeremy's mouth
leaving trails of pre-cum on his lips. Toms was
slurping like mad holding Jeremy's balls in his left
hand and sliding his foreskin back and forth with his
mouth. I leaned over Jeremy's prone body and took
Tom's stiff cock in my mouth again. It was a lovely
thick cock and really filled my mouth.
Tom took his mouth off and stood up, looking down at
Jeremy's beautiful form.
"God he's good looking isn't he?"
I had to agree but I found Tom far sexier. His ginger
pubic hair and soft fuzz on his chest really got me
going. I knelt down and took Jeremy's cock in my
mouth. It was absolutely rigid. I gripped it firmly in
my left hand and started some serious sucking.
"Is he going to cum, do you think," Asked Tom,
stroking his rigid cock.
I took my mouth off and said, "Maybe," before putting
it straight back on again.
Watching Tom stroking his thick cock while watching me
suck Jeremy really got me going and I slid my jeans to
the ground freeing my cock fully.
"Suck me Tom," I said.
"Uh, oh. Ok," he said and dropped down to his knees to
take my cock in his mouth.
The feeling of Tom's warm inexperienced mouth raised
my cock to full mast and he gripped it with his left
hand to enable the full erection to enter his mouth. I
was in heaven.
I wanted Tom to lick my balls so I took my mouth half
off Jeremy to tell him, just as a rush of cum spurted
out of Jeremy's cock without warning. Shot after shot
exploded over my face, chin, in my mouth and over my
hair.
"Fucking Hell, that's awesome," said Tom, pulling his
mouth off my cock. "Want more?"
He stood and walked to me, still kneeling on the floor
and aimed his cock towards my face. I gripped my own
cock and started to wank madly waiting for Tom's seed
to hit me. Only a lad our age could produce that
quantity for the second time in a day and his thin
spunk sprayed my face in forceful jets. I figured
about eight spurts hit me but by the fourth, my own
orgasm had been reached and I shot over my inner
thigh, almost matching Tom's fountain. I was a mess
and we both giggled at the state of me. Thankfully
most was over my face, hair and t-shirt. We quickly
stood and I ran to clean up while Tom cleared the bed
area and unlocked the door less Grant return. Apart
from licking some of my own, I had never tasted cum in
my life and in one day I had already swallowed seven
loads.
We played safe and I slept with Jeremy while Tom went
to the bedroom where he and Grant had been sharing. I
lay for a while in the dark and stroked Jeremy some
more. I didn't really have much more cum in me but I
enjoyed the excitement of exploring him in the dark
without his knowledge.
Morning, or should I say, afternoon came and we were
woken by Grant returning.
"Fucking ace shag last night. Went back with a little
tart from Middlesborough, she passed out and I shagged
her younger pal instead," boasted Grant. "Did you two
score?"
"We had a bit of a fumble and both got blow-jobs," I
part-lied.
"I wonder how Jeremy did?" said Grant.
"Wouldn't be surprised if he got a blow job too," I
said as Tom spluttered his hot coffee everywhere.
It was easy to get away from Grant and Jeremy that
night as both felt they operated better alone and Tom
and I, being the plainer ones, cramped their style.
"Want to try that centre tonight Tom?" I asked.
"Can we see?" he said.
"Ok, pizza first," I said to him and we knocked a few
beers back before finding a suitable pizza place and
continued drinking.
We were both very merry and full of bravado when at
around 11.00pm we found ourselves as if by magic, at
the stairs leading down into the den of iniquity that
was the Jumbo Centre. Music boomed up, echoing around
the levels before getting lost in the open air. We
both walked around looking at drag bars with live
shows, German guys wearing leather jock straps,
harnesses and little else. Guys were kissing guys,
quite openly and all age groups were present including
some stunning looking guys. Tom and I were like two
lads in from the country both in style of dress and
attitude.
We decided to go up a level as there seemed to be some
clubs on the upper landing but close inspection made
us realise they were still very quiet. I saw a little
bar and suggested to Tom we pop in for a drink. It
looked small and quiet and didn't have all the signs
suggesting lurid things were happening inside.
It seemed quite pleasant and the middle-aged, shaven
headed barman, stripped to the waist, welcomed us as
we entered. Most of the guys in there were in the
forties, one or two in their thirties and a couple
even older but they were quietly drinking, watching
and talking so we felt fine as we sat with our beers.
The televisions screens were showing hard core gay
porn which had Tom's eyes riveted. I was too busy
looking around. For such a small bar there was a lot
of traffic. Guys going back and forward to the back
bar which I assumed housed the toilets.
I did need and said to Tom that if I went, could he
come along and just wait outside. He agreed so we
picked up our beer bottles and went in to the back
area. The toilets were to the right but I also noticed
a semi-dark area to the left and could make out
shapes.
"Must be another bar," I said to Tom. "We'll check it
once I've pissed."
I have no idea why I washed my cock in the little
basin in the toilet perhaps it was some premonition
that something might happen. When I came out we walked
through to the rear area to find some cubicles with
open doors. Some guys stood in them. We walked on as
we heard some sounds and found a 45 year old guy,
stark naked in a sling, legs in the air while another
forty-something fucked his arse. I turned to Tom and
his eyes were on stalks.
"Do you want to go?" I said.
"No, let's watch."
We stood nursing erections while the show went on.
Around us a large gathering of men had formed and I
had a feeling they were more interested in us that the
show. I was horny as fuck. Suddenly the guy who was
doing the fucking pulled out and stood to one side. He
looked around at the group of eight guys and asked if
anyone else wanted a shot.
Everyone looked at Tom and I. I grabbed the offered
condom, took out my stiff cock and stretched it on
without any ceremony before stepping forward and
pushing it into the guy in the sling. It slid in
really easily but unlike a woman's cunt, the grip on
my cock was much more complete. I felt every part of
the man's arse. I felt such a slut with Tom watching
and the assembled group of wanking guys. As I looked
over I saw an older guy drop to his knees and take
Tom's cock in his mouth. I felt a slight pang of
jealousy but as I was embedded in a strange guy's arse
I couldn't really say too much.
I fucked for about five minutes or so and then pulled
out, taking Tom's arm and pointing to the guy's gaping
hole. Tom's thick cock was bigger than either mine or
the previous guy. I assumed the original fucker was
the guy's partner and was getting turned on by seeing
his other half being fucked by two young lads. Tom,
slightly eager to escape the now frantic gropings he
was getting, pulled the condom over his cock and
entered the guy as ruthlessly as I had.
I heard the guy gasp as Tom slid in. Tom's fucking was
eager and frantic and, as I stood wanking, my jeans
and underwear at my ankles, I leaned against the wall
and let the group of guys have me. It was like a
feeding frenzy. There was a guy sucking my nipples,
one on my cock, someone with his finger in my hole and
another trying to kiss me. There was also another pair
of hands roaming over my buttocks.
"I'm cumming," said Tom.
In true porn movie style, he pulled his cock out,
ripped the condom off just as the partner of the guy
being fucked dropped hungrily to his knees and opened
his mouth. Tom delivered and the guy hungrily slurped
the cum as it shot on his face.
My groan gave advance warning to my sucker and he was
delivered an equally large quantity of teenage sperm
over his face, much landing on his rather expensive
looking, black t-shirt. Mouths tried to catch drips as
my orgasm subsided and the last few drops of cum were
squeezed out.
Tom and I, suddenly feeling embarrassed, quickly
pulled up jeans and left, leaving the last of our beer
as we hurriedly departed from the bar. As with the day
before down at the dunes, we didn't speak much in the
taxi and it wasn't until we opened the apartment door
that he finally commented.
"What just happened?"
"I'm not really sure but it's a quick learning curve.
Did you like fucking?"
"I loved it. I wonder what it must feel like getting a
cock like mine inside your arse?"
"I could let you try mine as it's smaller than yours,"
I volunteered, suddenly finding I was already feeling
randy again at the possible prospect.
"How would I clean myself?" Tom asked.
We stripped and went through to the bathroom where I
quickly showered and Tom followed. I helped to wash
him and when it got to his bum, I soaped and soaped
him until he was quite slippery and then pushed my
finger inside him slowly. I spent a good fifteen
minutes fingering his hole firstly with one and then
two fingers until I could get most of them inside him.
He was gasping a little and kept asking me to stop
before again getting me to push further.
When we had rinsed and dried, we went through to his
bedroom, after locking the door and I pulled a condom
over my cock. Grabbing some dry skin cream Grant used
for his after sun, and smothered my cock and Tom's
arse and then started the long slow process of
entering him. It was slow going and after thirty
minutes I was about two thirds of the way in.
"Start fucking me now," he asked.
I started and stopped, then again more slowly but
eventually I was fully inside him and could begin
actually fucking the beautiful, pale, freckled butt in
front of me. I took his hips and before long was
fucking quite frantically. I put my hand around and
felt his hard cock so wanked as I fucked.
"God this is awesome," he said between grunts as I
pummelled his arse.
"I'm going to cum in you Tom," I said.
"Please, please do," he asked, now wanking his own
cock in tandem to the fucking.
We came together and the feeling if cumming inside Tom
was unbelievable. Tom shot over my bedspread and we
both collapsed on the bed as my cock shrunk rapidly
and slid out of his hole.
"You can fuck me anytime," said Tom.
"I'll take you up on that," I said.
I looked at him and had a sudden urge to kiss him. I
did.
After an initial resistance, his mouth opened and my
tongue found its way in. With seconds we were kissing
like two lovestruck kids.
"I'm going to enjoy our new friendship," I said.
"So am I," said Tom.
"Does this mean we can't go with anyone else?" said
Tom.
"Unless I'm there too," I said, realising how turned
on I had been earlier that evening as Tom was being
manhandled by all these guys.
"I think I'm going to enjoy the rest of this holiday,"
he said.
"Me too," I replied.
The sound of Jeremy singing as he walked across the
garden to the apartment reminded us that we both still
had a front to keep up and a frantic mop-up took place
as we heard his fumble at the door.
Though we went to the Centre a few times our own sex
took over and enjoyed each other during that holiday
with one exception. We saw a bar advertising an
underwear party.
"Fancy walking around in a bar with nothing on but
your pants?" I asked Tom.
He was very reluctant but I finally persuaded him. It
was a Sunday afternoon and we checked in our clothes
as we entered the bar. It was weird because when we
arrived he was only about ten guys there, all much
older than us. It's kind of funny sitting nearly naked
trying to look cool. After thirty minutes or so we
were just about to go when a small group of young lads
came in. I figured they were marginally older than us.
"Things are looking up Tom," I said.
Tom blushed.
Within fifteen or more minutes the place was much
busier and we started exploring the dark recesses of
the bar. It was similar to the bar upstairs in layout
and Tom held my hand all the way around. The four lads
all seemed keen to get to know us to I walked right to
the back and found a padded table there, the sort a
masseur might use. The four guys crowded around us and
started to grope Tom and I. I leaned back and let
them, Tom and I backed against the table. Soon our
underwear was off and we were stark naked in a public
place. Others clustered around to watch and wank and
the heat increased. I was two guys took each of us and
started alternately sucking us. I was loving it.
One of the guys whispered to me, "Who takes it?"
I looked puzzled.
"Do you fuck him?"
I nodded.
Tom was lifted on the bed and the guys looked at me
and one said, "Fuck him!"
Already Tom was being lubricated and I was handed a
condom from a bowl. I did as I was told and this time,
entry was relatively easy. The idea of fucking my Tom
in front of an audience really had me going and soon I
was screwing him with all my might.
"My turn," said a tall emo-like guy with a cock just a
little bigger than mine.
I pulled out and he fucked Tom too. I realised,
looking around that the guys were in cock size order
and one shaven headed guy who stood about six feet
tall, had a cock the size of Tom's.
After three guys Tom stopped the proceedings before
Mr. Big could do anything as his arse was aching.
Mr. Big turned me around and started to finger me with
lube.
"I've never had a cock," I said.
"I love virgins," he replied.
"No," I said firmly. "He will be the first," nodding
to Tom.
"Fine," said Mr. Big and handed Tom a condom.
Tom didn't even look at me, as he pulled it over his
cock and covered it in lube. I was pulled over by two
of the guys and Tom started to enter me from behind. I
could lie and said it slid in easily. It didn't.
Tom had real trouble getting the head in but he coaxed
and persevered. Once the head popped through and apart
from a quick shot of pain when he pushed too fast, the
cock slid the whole way in and I was not a virgin any
more. Tom was groaning loudly, oblivious to the large
group watching.
"Fuck I'm going to cum," he said.
"No you fucking aren't," said Mr. Big.
Tom meekly pulled out and Mr. Big climbed on and stuck
his big cock straight in me. His fucking was steady
and firm. He held my hips so his cock went in deeply
and straight. The sensation turned from pain, to
discomfort to out and out pleasure. Tom came around
and I watched as his big cock was sucked.
"Fuck I'm still going to cum," said Tom and pulled his
cock out of the young emo's mouth and decorated his
face with a liberal thin coating of cum.
I heard Mr. Big grunt and knew he had just cum up my
arse. Before anyone else could enter, I stood up and
started to wank myself facing the assembled group. An
older guy steeped forward at the exact moment and
placed his face in front of me and I generously
presented him with his reward. His face was awash with
my cum.
As I fumbled to find my pants, the actually applauded
us. I couldn't believe it. We were too embarrassed to
stay around and both left quite shortly afterwards.
That was our last event. I figured, as did Tom, that
too much of a good thing would spill it to we
contented ourselves with grabbed moments back at the
apartment.
The other two thought we had become boring. We lied
about having had a couple of girls and that shut them
up.
By the end of the holiday Tom and I were inseparable.
Two years on we still are together and at last our
friends have guessed but I'll never forget finding out
about myself in Gran Canaria.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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