It was my first holiday in Greece and, as I was now almost 17, my parents left me pretty much to my own devices rather than insisting that I go with them everywhere. So, whilst they went off to explore the local town on our first day, I spent my time sunbathing in the hotel’s private enclosure by the beach, eagerly trying to get an all-over tan. Well, my parents weren’t going to see me naked if they were in town, were they?
By mid-afternoon I was baked and very thirsty and as soon as the poolside bar opened I decided to try my chance at getting a drink. There was a waiter on duty, touring the pool and sunbathing area serving drinks to all the guests and so as he passed by I waved my hand and asked for a beer. He was older than me, in his early twenties I guessed, dressed in a smart white shirt and black trousers. He paused by my side and smiled.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Nineteen,” I lied, as confidently as I could.
“Hmmm,” he said, “I’d believe that looking between your legs, but your face says younger…”
I must have blushed. Yes, my cock was pretty big for a 16 year old, nice and thick and with some hair around it, but facially I still looked pretty young. The waiter definitely didn’t think I was nineteen. “You might want to cover up for a while,” he continued, “this sun is much stronger than you think. And if you put some shorts on, you can wander over to the bar and get yourself a lemonade.”
Feeling pretty deflated, I grabbed my shorts, slipped them on and wandered down to the beach for a walk and a swim in the sea. There were quite a few girls there, some of them really hot, but none of them seemed to show much interest in me. I guess they also thought I was too young.
About 5 o’clock I decided to wander back towards the hotel. So far, the day had been a washout: no beer and no girls. I had walked further along the beach than I realised and so decided to take a short cut back, cutting through the rear of the hotel and its car park rather than going the whole way around the front. Tucked away out of sight in one corner was a small tennis court, now apparently disused, and alongside it what had once presumably been a pavilion containing changing rooms. I cut across the court and it wasn’t until I got closer that I saw that the waiter from earlier in the day was sitting on the pavilion steps, watching me. He smiled again as I approached.
“Had a busy day?” he asked, “well and truly baked? You’re from England, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I’ve been down the beach, now heading back for dinner.”
He stood up and held out his hand. “I’m Michael,” he said, “Sorry I couldn’t serve you a beer earlier but the management are very strict on age limits for drinking. I imagine you parents are too.”
I blushed again. “Yes, they still think I’m a kid. I’m Dan by the way.”
Michael smiled again. “Well, maybe they haven’t noticed that you’re turning into a young man. Perhaps this holiday will change that. They seem happy enough to leave you alone here.”
“I’d best be going,” I said. My parents will be back soon and ready for dinner.
“No problem, Dan” said Michael. “I’ll probably see you around. In fact, if your parents are going out tonight and you don’t want to go with them, it’s my night off. I’d be happy to show you around the town. Maybe even a bar where they won’t ask your age. I have a room in the staff annexe over there, number 23. Feel free to call by at eight if you fancy it.”
* * * * * *
Dinner was pretty good, the hotel certainly believing in providing plenty of food – no doubt, as my dad said, to keep the guests well fed and on site to spend money in the bar rather than letting them escape into town. Still, that didn’t stop my parents deciding that they were going to walk along the beach to a nearby village and try the tavernas there. When I said I wasn’t too bothered about going with them they didn’t seem unduly disappointed. “We may be back late,” said mum, so we’ll probably not see you until breakfast unless you want us to look in on your room when we get back.”
“NO mum ! I’m perfectly okay to be left on my own,” I said. “I’ve got my iPod and a few books I picked up at the airport. See you in the morning.
* * * * * *
I had planned to be at Michael’s room for eight so that he could show me the town and where to get a beer. Perhaps he even knew where the best girls were to be found too. Everyone knew the waiters at these hotels could spot the best girls a mile off. Unfortunately, I had caught more sun than expected and by the time I had managed to cover myself with after sun lotion and dig out some loose-fitting clothes from my suitcase that wouldn’t rub too much it was nearer eight thirty when I slipped into the staff annex, ignoring the “No guests permitted” sign and crept nervously along the corridor towards his room. I knocked gently on the door, then a little harder when there was no answer. I was just about to turn around and leave, thinking he had gone out, when the door opened just a little and Michael’s face appeared. He smiled.
“Sorry, I almost didn’t hear you, I had my headphones on. And also, I didn’t think you were coming.”
I smiled shyly. “I was delayed a little…”
Michael hesitated, then opened the door and invited me inside. He was naked.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “when I thought you weren’t coming I stripped off. The air conditioning doesn’t extend to the staff rooms so it’s cooler like this. Sit down whilst I grab some shorts.”
As he began to hunt around the room for his shorts I couldn’t help glancing at him and admiring his body. I guessed he was about six years older than me and a little shorter in height, but quite muscled. Clearly, he spent some time in the gym. I also couldn’t help noticing his cock was a little smaller than mine but he had more hair around it. He probably had far more luck with the girls too I thought.
In the corner, the TV was clearly on ‘pause’ mode, stopped mid-way through a scene in a video. Quite a revealing scene: a naked guy on top of a girl, her legs spread around the guy’s waist, pulling him into her, though to be fair not much of her could be seen.
Michael saw me looking at the TV and smiled. “Okay,” he laughed, “I admit it, I’m busted. You caught me watching some porn. That’s why I had the headphones on, so my neighbours on either side don’t know what I’m watching.” Now it was his turn to blush. “I’ll turn it off and we can head into town and get you a beer just as soon as I find my shorts. Oh, and I’ll need a shower too before heading out. You don’t mind waiting, do you? I’ll only be a minute.”
“No, I’m fine with that,” I replied. “Er, maybe you could start the TV again whilst you’re in the shower. Give me something to watch?” I enquired hopefully. It wasn’t every day I got to see good porn. Or any at all come to that, my parents were pretty switched on at limiting what I could access on the internet at home.
Michael laughed again. He’d clearly given up the hunt for his shorts and had wrapped a towel round himself instead as he stepped towards what I assumed was the door to his bathroom. “I’m not sure you’ll like this porn, Dan, it’s not what you think it is.”
I must have looked puzzled, so he grabbed the remote and flicked the switch to re-start the DVD. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t a girl on the bed but another guy. “It’s gay porn,” smiled Michael, “I did warn you that it wasn’t what you thought. I’m gay. I prefer guys to girls.”
Now it was my turn to blush. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t realise. It just looked like…”
Michael smiled again, not the least bit bothered or embarrassed, but switching the DVD off for my benefit. “It’s no problem,” he said, “Hope it didn’t embarrass you. Like I said, I thought you weren’t coming so I decided to stay in and watch the DVD. Bear with me a minute whilst I get showered and we can go grab a beer. Assuming you still want to of course. I’ll understand if you’d prefer not to now you know I’m gay. People might talk…”
I wasn’t sure what to say. It didn’t bother me him being gay, after all this is the 21st century. Not that that mattered, it occurred to me, the Greeks had been gay for thousands of years. I laughed openly at that thought, puzzling Michael.
“Something funny?” he asked.
“No,” I smirked, failing to suppress the thought, then burst out laughing aloud again.
“You English boys are all strange,” said Michael, “always finding something funny but never saying it.”
He stepped into the bathroom and showered quickly, returning a few minutes later, still drying himself with the small towel. I glanced at him again, confirming what I had seen before: he was definitely smaller than me when it came to cock size. Now I had two advantages over him when it came to girls. First, I was bigger, and second, he wasn’t even in the race. I chuckled again. Okay, so he was older, and had those sultry hot Mediterranean looks that girls love, and more muscle too, but that didn’t count did it if he wasn’t interested in girls? The night was starting to look good. Except that my back felt like it was on fire. That sun really had caught me out.
Michael must have seen me flinch as I changed position in the chair, immediately guessing I was sun burnt. Well, I suppose it was pretty obvious: I must have been glowing bright red! Now it was his turn to laugh.
“You sure you are up for a night out chasing the girls, Romeo?” he laughed. “Or should I just dump you in the shower to cool off and leave you there while I go get some ice from the bar?”
Suddenly the idea of walking into town didn’t seem such a good idea.
“Maybe you’re right,” I said, “Perhaps I should go back to my room and have an early night. It’s nothing to do with you being gay,” I added quickly, “it’s just that my skin feels like it is going to explode at any moment. I don’t think I’d be up to spending hours in town. And you can watch your DVD undisturbed once I’m gone.”
“That’s fine,” said Michael, “but equally, if you still fancy a beer, I have some in my fridge. You’re welcome to stay for a while. And I do have some other DVDs you might like.”
“What are those?” I laughed, “I’m too old for Paddington Bear! If you have some straight porn I’m old enough!”
“Well, not straight porn,” he laughed, “but I do have some bisex porn. You could look at the girls whilst I look at the guys… Sound fair?”
* * * * * *
Ten minutes later Michael had found his shorts and put them on, got us two beers and slipped a new DVD into his player. Like all porn, it didn’t seem to have much plot to it but that didn’t bother me. It was much better porn than I had occasionally managed to see at home!
I was sat in the one chair in the room and Michael was lounging back on the sofa, one hand holding his beer and the other slipped inside his shorts, occasionally stroking himself slyly. I wasn’t sure if he thought I couldn’t see him or if he didn’t care. I didn’t care. I had ice cold beer, I had a new mate and I was enjoying myself on holiday for once rather than being dragged around museums and so on by my parents.
“Steady on, straight boy,” said Michael as he watched me slurping down the beer, “drink it that fast and you’ll fall flat on your face. Take it slowly. Take it like a Greek, not an English football hooligan.”
I smiled, happy to join in the teasing. “Take it steady yourself, gay boy. Don’t think I can’t see you playing with your cock every time that blond guy is on the screen. You clearly have the hots for him.”
Michael was laughing too now, then suddenly pulled his shorts down and let his hard cock spring up. “Okay,” he said, “Busted for the second time tonight. No point in hiding my hard on anymore. Now you drop your shorts if you dare! I can see you’re hard watching those girls and believe me, it’s so easy to spot your big dick sticking up inside those shorts!”
I hesitated for a moment and then decided to call his bluff, pulling down my shorts and letting my cock stand up tall. It was definitely bigger than Michael’s, and by quite some way, even though he was way older than me.
For a moment, there was an awkward silence and then Michael said, “Wow, it looked big this morning when you were sun bathing but now it definitely is big – and hard! I envy the girls you use that on, they must squeal out loud when you slide it up them.
“Yes, they scream with pleasure,” I lied, “can’t get enough of it…”
Michael said nothing, just gave me a look that said he knew I was lying, that he doubted I had actually been with a girl at all. His eyes were burning into me. I blushed. “Well, they will when they get a chance to try it.” I said, “It’s just that I don’t have a girlfriend yet. But any day now…”
The tension was broken and Michael smiled again. “Yes, I’m sure the girls will love it. In fact, so would the boys if you ever decided that you wanted to try the best sex instead of wasting your time on girls.” He lay back, naked, his small cock hard, slowly began to stroke himself as we both looked at the DVD action again. “Just look at the look on the guy’s face there,” Michael said. “He didn’t look anything like so ecstatic when the girl was sucking his cock did he, but now the other guy is licking him, he’s almost ready to cum right away.”
“OH sure,” I said, “It’s porn actors remember, they get paid to look like they are up for it. I bet that guy isn’t even gay, he’s just sucking cock for extra pay.”
Michael smiled. “Trust me Dan, I know. Nothing is as good as gay sex…”
“Can’t be,” I laughed, “if gay sex was better we’d all have gone extinct a million years ago. Fucking girls has to be way better or we wouldn’t be doing it.”
“You’re not,” laughed Michael.
Okay, I’d asked for that and couldn’t help laughing at the comment. Michael was pretty sharp with his humour and I liked him.
“Maybe not now, but once the girls here get to know I’ve a big cock I’ll be okay for plenty of sex,” I said. Or maybe it was the beer talking. In either case, I was enjoying myself.
“No problems,” said Michael, “and in the meantime you should find yourself a boy too and check out what I said, guys really are hotter! Just look at those two on the screen go at it.”
The guys on the screen were fucking, one of them driving his cock deep up the other’s bum, making him cry out in pleasure.
“Actors, remember,” I said, “and anyway, those girls are way better looking. I’d rather have my cock up their pussy.”
“Go for it, stud,” said Michael, “lots of girls here looking for cock on holiday. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you that you’re settling for second best.”
“Yeah, right. I’ll bear it in mind, gay boy.”
“You do that, straight boy.”
We both laughed again, our hands playing with our cocks. It was a good night. Plenty of beer, guys for Michael to look at and girls for me. Several times I caught Michael having a good look at my cock but didn’t mind. I quite enjoyed his envy.
By the time the DVD ended I’d had several bottles of Michael’s beer and was feeling very happy. I made my way back to my room and was soon asleep. If my parents did look in when they came back I never noticed. Hopefully they didn’t smell the beer.
* * * * * *
Breakfast the following morning was a painful affair: my sunburn was such that every movement I made in the cane basketwork seats in the dining room was agonising, something that my parents found highly amusing. I declined a trip into town with them and decided to stay by the pool, though this time making sure I wore a shirt all day. By mid-afternoon I was getting a little bored and decided to grab my camera and take a walk along the beach, after all it wouldn’t hurt to take some pictures for my school photography assignment and check out the talent again. I decided to cut across the back of the hotel again to save time on my way to the small harbour and seafront village about a mile away and was surprised to find Michael on the steps of the old tennis pavilion once more.
“Good afternoon, gay boy,” I said.
“Good afternoon, straight boy” he laughed back. “Still on fire?”
“Yes, burning like a vampire in this sun.” It wasn’t far from the truth. “You not working today?” I asked.
“Yes, but just got my break now. I’ve been on since 6 this morning, making breakfast for all you tourists, then lunch. Now I get half an hour for my lunch, then I’ll be slaving away all afternoon serving drinks around the pool before I’m in the restaurant until nearly 8 again tonight. It might be a holiday here for you, but it’s non-stop work for me most of the day.” He tried to give me a sad expression but didn’t quite manage it, a sly smile breaking out across his face.
“Yeah, well maybe you’ll see some hot naked guys by the pool this afternoon, give ‘em a smile and some beer and who knows where you’ll get.”
“I’ll remember that tip,” laughed Michael.
* * * * * *
Mum and dad decided to skip dinner that night and go on an excursion provided by the hotel to a staging of an old Greek play in a ruined amphitheatre about 20 miles away. They weren’t entirely surprised when I decided to opt out, though my dad as usual had a few things to say about it. I don’t think my mum realised some of the comments were aimed at her rather than me though.
“Not joining us for an evening of culture, son?”
“Er, no thanks, dad.”
“I mean proper culture, Dan. Education and arts. Three thousand years of classical society…”
“Dad, culture is stuff that grows in glass dishes in the biology labs.”
“Heathen,” he countered, but the wry smile he gave me suggested that maybe he’d rather have stayed at the hotel bar too. Me and dad get on well.
The coach pulled away from the hotel just after five that evening, mum giving me loads of grief about making sure I went to dinner, not staying up too late downloading pictures from my camera and uploading them to the internet, making sure I had plenty to drink… You know what mums are like. Dad just smiled and reminded me the bar was off limits.
Dinner was pretty good, a kind of ‘help yourself’ buffet with no limits on the food. I filled a plate with some pretty good seafood and wandered casually over to a table with a couple of hot girls on it, maybe a year or two older than me. Sitting down opposite them, I smiled and introduced myself.
“You don’t mind me sitting here do you? I’m Dan. My parents have abandoned me to go to some old play tonight…”
They smiled, looked at each other and smirked. “No, not at all. Make yourself comfortable. We’re just going to go get our food. See you in a moment.” They got up and wandered over to the serving area as I picked up a couple of very meaty king prawns and began to devour them. Almost as meaty, I thought, as the gorgeous tits on the taller of the two girls, a hot brunette with legs that seemed to go on forever. Not that her friend was lacking in either department either. I grabbed another prawn and began to think how the night might develop when they came back.
Ten minutes later it finally dawned on me that they weren’t coming back: their used plates on the table suggested that they had already eaten and, for some reason I was struggling to comprehend, my company for the night was quite avoidable.
“Things not going entirely to plan, Romeo?” asked a familiar, mocking, voice from behind me. Michael swooped forward, expertly scooping up the used plates and glasses, piling them in an impossibly high stack in the crook of his elbow, gathering cutlery in his free hand, all the time smiling at me. Laughing at me.
“They went that away, Romeo,” he said pointing towards the door leading out to the reception area. “Just jumped into a taxi and headed off into town where the grown-up boys play.” With that, he was gone, expertly weaving his way through the crowds milling around the serving area as he disappeared towards the kitchens.
A few minutes later, as I was busy ripping the tail off the last of the stack of prawns on my plate, Michael reappeared at my side again, a small glass of red wine in his hand. He placed it down in front of me, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Maybe you could do with this, Romeo, a consolation for landing flat on your face in front of the entire restaurant. Girls, huh? Still better luck next time.”
“That’s it, Mikey,” I laughed, “rub it in. Let the whole world know that I failed yet again.” I grabbed the wine and took a sip, then another. It was good, not the usual cheap plonk they provided free at mealtimes for the adults.
Michael smiled conspiratorially. “I thought you deserved a glass of the decent stuff. Don’t worry, it won’t appear on your parents’ bill. Oh, and by the way, if you have nothing better to do tonight, you’re welcome to come round to my room again for a beer. Sometime after eight?” He left the suggestion hanging in the air and vanished back towards the kitchens once more.
* * * * *
By eight I’d uploaded all my photos and then sent a couple of emails back to my mates at home. You know the sort of thing, telling them all about the beach and water-skiing I was now expert at, the girls I’d met and would see again tomorrow, how I was just about to go out for a few beers with some guys I’d met. No need to go into too much detail, there’d be plenty of time to think about that before I got home and saw them again.
So it was that by about eight-fifteen I was casually knocking on Michael’s door again. Well, okay, loudly knocking in case he had his earphones on again. He didn’t, and the door opened right away.
“Evening, straight boy,” he said as I slipped quickly inside, “not got anything better to do I presume?”
I pretended not to notice the comment, nor that he was quite smartly dressed even though it was quite warm in his room. “I heard mention of some beer, gay boy.”
He laughed and pointed towards the table where two bottles were already waiting, their caps off, alongside two glasses. I picked one up and took a hearty gulp, ignoring the glass. “Yeah, I know, I’m a heathen. Been told that already today.”
Smiling again, Michael stepped forward and picked up the other bottle himself, took a sip from it and slapped me on the back like an old friend.
“FUCK!” I gasped, wincing and almost dropping my beer. “Mind the sunburn, that hurts!”
For a moment Michael looked shocked and then began to laugh. “I did warn you about that sun.”
As the fire on my back died down a little I too began to laugh and took another mouthful of beer. “Your Greek sun should carry a big label with a health warning…”
Michael was still laughing as he put his bottle down and stepped closer. “Here, let me see,” he said as he took hold of my unbuttoned shirt, gently twisted me around to face away from him and pulled it away from my back. “Hmmm, definitely a bad case of an English boy turning into a beetroot! Never mind, I can help with that.”
I took another mouthful of beer and relaxed. Michael was on good form again, his humour digging at me once more, but in a friendly way. He wandered over to a cupboard and took out a small bottle, waved it in the air and came back over to me. “An old Greek recipe for sunburn,” he smirked, “a secret passed down through the family for generations since the time of Alexander and now given to me by my grandmother.” He guided me gently through the door and into his bedroom, towards his bed. “Come on straight boy,” he laughed, “get your shirt off and lay down for me. Unless of course you think I’m going to turn you gay with a single touch.”
I was laughing too now, “No chance, gayboy, not even in your dreams, and anyway, I bet that bottle is straight from the chemist’s shop, not a million-year-old secret.”
“Busted me again,” laughed Michael. “but don’t tell all the tourists.”
I slipped my shirt off and lay face down on Michael’s bed, then started to laugh out load.
“What’s so funny?” asked Michael as he unscrewed the bottle and began to splash some of the content onto my back.
“I’m just thinking of what my mates would say if they saw this. Me getting burned out by the two hottest girls for miles around and now being touched up by a gay guy.”
“Hmm,” said Michael with more mock sincerity, “I guess it’s probably best you don’t tell them then…”
I took some more beer onboard and relaxed as Michael began, very gently, to rub the slippery, sweet scented lotion onto my back, expertly easing it into the burned skin, massaging my neck and shoulders.
“Hey,” I said,” you’re good at this. It’s actually working, I feel better already. Tell your granny she’s a wizard with that secret blend of herbs and spices she nicked from Colonel Sanders.”
Michael paused for a moment and laughed with me. “It’s hot in here,” he said, “and this is hard work. You don’t mind if I take my shirt off?” I muttered something and took another mouthful of beer, saw Michael’s shirt fly through the air and land in the corner of the room.
“No wonder you couldn’t find your shorts yesterday if you chuck your clothes about like that,” I said. “My mum would have something to say about being untidy if she saw you. Tells me all the time.”
“Stop complaining, Romeo,” laughed Michael, “and just enjoy it. And go easy on that beer, you’ve had nearly a full bottle already.”
“I’m drowning my sorrows,” I said. “I deserve it after being stood up by those two girls.”
“Still,” said Michael, “the prawns were good weren’t they? You ate enough of them…” I couldn’t help but laugh with him, he always seemed to know exactly what to say to kick me when I was already down. Good mates are like that. Always put the boot in before offering any sympathy. I finished the last drops of beer and stood the bottle on the floor by the bedside, calm and very relaxed as Michael continued to work his way down my back, easing away the torments of the previous day’s sun. I realised he was now sat astride my thighs, and something else, and chuckled out loud again.
“Come on, Danny, what is it now?” queried Michael, “I’m sure you’re dying to tell me some more of your wondrous wit…”
I struggled for a moment, trying hard to suppress my laughing, then managed to say, “It’s your cock, gay boy, you’ve got a hard on from massaging me, I can feel it pressed against me through your shorts.” I was laughing again.
Michael stopped massaging me, sat up straight, lifted his weight from me.
“No good denying it,” I continued, “you might only have a little dick but it’s hard as rock against the small of my back.” It didn’t bother me, I was just finding it funny. Maybe it was the beer. Michael relaxed, climbed up off me and walked back into the lounge, grabbed two more bottles of beer.
“Hey,” I shouted after him, “you not coming back? You’ve not finished yet…” He strolled back into the bedroom, the front of his shorts still clearly showing that his cock was hard, making me chuckle again. Michael laughed too, handed me a beer.
“You don’t mind?” he said, “I can’t help it, rubbing your back was quite erotic.”
“Maybe for you…” I said. “I just wish it was those girls sat on me.”
“Michael laughed once more. ”You wouldn’t know what to do with them if they did, Romeo. You’d probably just ask for more beer and fall asleep!”
“Sure, gay boy,” I countered, “amazing that you’re the expert on girls suddenly.”
“I think I’ve probably had more than you, Danny.” He let the comment settle.
“Anyway, they’re all yours now, I’ll stick with guys. They will give you beer and a blow job and not insist you buy them a Porsche or marry them first.”
I was sniggering again. “What’s so funny now, drunk boy?” asked Michael.
“I’m not drunk, just happy,” I replied, truthfully, “and laughing at poor deluded you for giving up girls and fancying guys instead. Now, are you going to get your cock under control and finish rubbing that after-sun stuff on me, my legs need it too. They got scorched just as much as my back.”
Michael put down his beer and sat beside me on the bed once more, then smirked and pulled my shorts clean off in a single movement before I could stop him.
“I need to get at your legs, Romeo, that’s all. Don’t get any delusions yourself that I might be after your bright red beetroot bum, English boy.” We both laughed. “Anyway, as you can see,” he said, dropping his own shorts and throwing them into a corner,” “my cock is not hard for you, so you can relax and put that out of your mind.” Mikey lies you know: his cock was still rock hard! We just both chose to ignore it. It was no big deal, I get a boner just looking at a girl, sometimes even when I’m not even looking!
Michael started to rub the lotion into my legs once more, carefully starting at the tops of my thighs and working his way down towards my ankles. Now he began to laugh quietly to himself.
“Now what, Mikey?” I enquired. Come on, the beans. Spill them.”
“Same problem as you Danny, I’m just wondering how I’d explain to my mates if they saw me now that I had a naked guy under me and didn’t fuck him. This will ruin my reputation…”
“Just tell them you were drunk and couldn’t get hard…”
We both laughed for ages after that.
“Right, that’s you done,” said Michael after a few more minutes, “you should find that you don’t feel like pork crackling anymore.” Realising I was so relaxed I was dozing off on his bed, he gave my ass a playful slap, causing me to jolt wide awake.
“Hey, watch it, Mikey!” I joked, leaping up from the bed. “What’s the plan now? You got any more films for us to watch? My parents aren’t going to be back until after midnight so we’ve time to watch a blockbuster or two on Netflix and get a few more beers down.”
“Netflix, here in the hotel, and on my wages?” laughed Michael, standing up and following me through into his lounge. “The best you can hope for are last years’ pirate DVDs.”
I turned and smiled at him, nodded towards his hard cock, still pointing almost vertically at the ceiling. “Looks like it’s going to be more of your porn then, at least you’ll be able to have a sly wank and get rid of that boner. Gay boy”
He laughed and threw the empty bottle of lotion at me. “Cheeky cunt. I suppose you’ll be wanting to see some bi porn so you’ve got something to drool over. Seeing as a DVD is the closest you’re going to get to a girl tonight.”
I was laughing now, and thrust out my hips in his direction, waved my soft cock at him. “Yup, your gay porn does nothing for me…”
Half an hour later, and another bottle of beer each, and we found something about the porn film we could agree on. It was crap. Michael had dug out a straight porn film from his collection and explained, “I can still look at the guys, even in a straight film.” Well, no matter how good his intentions were, the film was rubbish.
“Don’t you have anything better?” I complained, “even if it’s in Greek with sub titles…”
“Yes, sure, loads better,” he laughed, “just none that you’d like. My best DVDs seem to be remarkably lacking in girls. I can’t imagine why that might be. Maybe you ought to learn to appreciate the finer points of hot gay sex instead.” He ducked just in time to avoid the screwed-up shorts I threw at him in response. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed again, the hotel had clearly cut costs in the staff quarters and air-conditioning had been the first thing crossed off the build list.
“And don’t you ever go soft?” I asked, noticing his cock was still hard. “We’re watching the crappest porn film ever and you don’t even like girls, yet your dick is still sticking up like a rocket. Still, it’s not like it’s big enough to cause any problems with rivalry if a girl were to walk in right now.”
Michael just smirked. “I’ve got bad news for you on two counts then, Romeo. First, it’s extremely unlikely any girl is going to walk in here right now and, secondly, if she did, trust me, I can give here more pleasure with my cock than you could with yours. I told you yesterday, gay guys are way better at sex and anyway, I’ve actually had a girl, which is more than can be said for you.”
“Rubbish. My cock is way bigger than yours! Even soft it’s the same size as you hard.” I wiggled my hips again, flopping my thick cock from side to side to make the point.
“Shame you haven’t a clue how to use it, then,” laughed Michael, “and the way you’re chasing girls at the moment it’s still going to be that way even when you go home. I doubt you’ll even get a suck, let alone a fuck, despite this place being full of hot teen girls gagging for it.”
I looked around for something else to throw but, finding nothing, had to resort to more insults instead. “I don’t think I need any advice from you, you were clearly too small to satisfy girls that you can only get a fuck from boys these days.”
Michael was now looking around for something else to throw but finding nothing, jumped up and leapt at me instead, trying to grab my head in an armlock. It wasn’t aggressive, just the sort of good natured playfighting I’d done a thousand times with my mates back home. I was surprised that though he was shorter than me, he was pretty strong, clearly the time he spent in the gym had worked for more than just making him look hot in the shirt and trousers that I guessed he deliberately wore a size too small in the restaurant. I broke free and took a few steps back out of his reach, backing into his bedroom and falling flat on my back onto his bed as I unwittingly collided with it. Maybe less beer would have been a good idea. Michael was quick to follow, jumping on me and pinning me down under him for a moment, his erect cock just a few inches from my face.
“Sorry,” he blurted out, letting go of me instantly and climbing off me. “I didn’t mean anything like that.”
I was laughing now at his panic, “Like what? It’s not as if you were going to do anything, is it? I wouldn’t let you for a start and b, you don’t have what it takes anyway. I’d easily beat you off…. It’s not as if you were right yesterday about gay sex being better and me wanting to try it, is it?”
I sat up on the bed and, for a moment, Michael stood awkwardly just a few feet away. Then, finding his courage returning quickly and not going to be outdone in an argument by the younger English kid, he resumed the argument. “You couldn’t be more wrong, straight boy. I could have you screaming in ecstasy, gagging for more of me, way better than any girl ever could. I know exactly how to turn you on, satisfy you in a thousand ways a girl would never dream of and, if she did, wouldn’t dare do…”
“Yeah, sure, dreamer.” I turned around, reaching for one of the pillows on his bed to throw at him. As I did so, Michael stepped forward again, pushed me playfully back onto the bed and, before I could stop him, he was kneeling down, his face just inches from my soft cock, licking his lips and smiling at me as if to dare me to let him.
“You wouldn’t dare, gay boy,” I laughed, still reaching for the pillow, “you don’t have the balls to try it.”
I froze to the spot, paralysed for a moment as his wet tongue flickered out, touched against the sensitive skin between my legs, slowly licked upwards over my balls, paused for a second at the base of my cock. Which, believe it or not, was growing hard. Starting to stand up.
Michael’s eyes sparkled as he remained poised before me, the tip of his tongue deftly continually flickering at the base of my hardening shaft. I realised I had gasped out loud. Michael’s tongue slowly and deliberately moved upwards, snaking at my now almost fully erect cock. I was watching him do it, feeling him do it, hell yes, feeling him do it, an electric sensation like nothing I had experienced before surging from deep between my legs, through my balls, right up my thick hard cock to the very tip, and not able to do anything but gasp. Michael’s eyes fixed on mine, sparkling, looking to me for resistance or acquiescence, finding nothing but stunned surprise. He smirked, slowly opened his mouth, cradled my balls in his hand, guided the tip of my cock to his mouth, took it inside and began to suck and lick, slowly and deliberately, at the very sensitive tip of my virgin cock. I gasped again, louder, almost animal like, unable to believe how good it felt.
Michael, pulled away, stood up, a huge smile on his face as he sensually licked his lips. Taunting me?
“Told you, straight boy. Has a girl ever done it that well to you?’ He knew I’d never been sucked before.
I was still in shock. Still coming to terms with what had just happened. Slowly my body and mind began to come back to normality.
“I can’t believe you did that, Mikey,” I gasped at last. “You just sucked my cock! You just really sucked my cock! Fucking sucked me!”
Michael just smiled and said, calmly as anything, “You loved it though, didn’t you? Best you’ve ever had. Told you I was good, Danny.”
I was lost for words, lost for knowing what to do. I’d just had my cock sucked by a guy. Not just any guy, but a guy I liked, my new mate. He’d actually just sucked my cock.
And I’d let him.
Enjoyed it.
Michael slowly cast his eyes down at my cock, making sure my eyes followed him. “You’re a big boy, Danny, that’s an awesome cock. Hard as mine now too. Tell me you didn’t like it if you can.”
Our eyes met again. My lips moved but for a moment no words came out. Then I just managed to gasp, “Wow, Mikey.” Michael stepped forward and our hard cocks touched, sending that electrical tingling through me again. His hand grasped both our cocks, holding them tightly together, his eyes clearly comparing them. He pushed me gently back onto his bed, climbed between my legs, bent forward, began to suck me again.
* * * * *
“So, what did you get up to last night?” asked dad as he spread more jam over his toast at breakfast. “Come on, out with it…”
I floundered, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the sweat forming on my forehead. How did he know? He couldn’t know. It was impossible. My heart was pounding.
“I …”
Dad smirked as he bit into his toast. “Never seen you look so much like a startled rabbit caught in the car headlights since the day you dropped that bottle of ink over our new carpet,” he laughed.
I was panic stricken, desperate to run for the door and get away but finding my legs were immobile once again. Just like they had been last night when Michael had…
Dad swallowed his mouthful of toast and turned to face me fully. I think my heart had stopped by that point. “Old Mrs. Gulliver over there,” he nodded to a nearby table where a group of pensioners were sitting, “just couldn’t resist cornering me and your mum in the lobby last night when we got back from the excursion. Bursting to tell us about your failed effort to chat up those girls in the restaurant she was…”
I felt the blood starting to circulate in me again. I may even have breathed.
Dad smiled. “Don’t worry about it, it happened to me loads of times when I was your age. And no, I didn’t believe for a moment that you planned to spend all last night doing photography assignment homework. I know you’re not a kid anymore Dan, even if your mum hasn’t accepted it yet. It’s good to have you with us on this holiday, I’m guessing it might be our last together as a family. Next year you’ll want to be going somewhere with your mates, not being stuck with me and your mum. And that’s just how it should be. Let’s just enjoy this one.” He paused, and smirked again. “Oh, and a tip for you. Spray some air freshener in your room when you go to bed. The beer fumes nearly knocked your mum out when she peered in at you last night.”
* * * * * *
I spent the day with my parents. Mum had decided we were going to go to a gallery in the nearby town in the morning, and for a boat trip along the coast in the afternoon. We wouldn’t get back until about seven at night. I didn’t have to go of course, I could have stayed at the hotel, but after what dad had said at breakfast I kind of felt it would be a good idea to be with them. After all, next year I would be 17, and probably wanting to go away on a holiday without them. My mind was already racing on the possibility of a holiday away with my mates and no parents in sight…
Of course, there was another reason too. If I’d stayed at the hotel, I’d probably have bumped into Mikey again and that would have been awkward. What would I say to him? I still wasn’t sure about last night. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against gay guys, and Mikey was a mate. I like him, he’s funny. But he’d sucked my cock and I wasn’t sure how to deal with that. Putting off meeting him seemed the best thing to do. Give me time to think things through. Except that I almost wanted to meet him again. I mean, what he did last night, well, WOW! If that was what having my cock sucked felt like I couldn’t wait to get a girl to do it to me. Get sucked properly. I mean, surely, girls must be as good at sucking cock as Mikey was? Better. Yes, they had to be better.
* * * * * *
Ever had one of those days where you just can’t concentrate? Dad gave me a few stares as we trudged round the art gallery and then went out on the boat. We ate some pretty good food on the boat, the scenery was great too – normally I would have been snapping away like mad with my camera. Dad seemed to notice I wasn’t. When mum went down to the shops on the boat dad went to the bar and bought a couple of beers for us. He hardly ever lets me drink beer.
“I’m glad you came with us today, Dan, it means a lot to mum.”
“No problem dad, just doing my duty,” I smirked as I took a huge gulp of beer.
“Yes, but thanks anyway. It really does mean a lot. And…”
So, there it was. An “and.”
“Yes dad?”
“Look, son, don’t let it get to you. There are plenty more girls around. Just because you got rejected last night don’t let it get you down. I know things seem tough at your age, turning from a boy to a man, getting interested in girls, parents interfering all the time. But just chill, things will turn out okay. Try smiling and I might even buy you another beer…”
We laughed. Anything to get another beer.
* * * * *
After the boat returned to port we had a coach ride back to the hotel, about an hour. It wasn’t actually far, but the roads were twisty and narrow. I was looking out the window most of the way, lost in my own world, not actually seeing anything. What would I say if I bumped into Mikey? Lots of the hotel staff would be around when we got back, waiting in the lobby to help with carrying bags and arranging late dinners if we weren’t already full. I was kind of dreading seeing him again, but wanted to.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t turning gay. It’s just that he’s a nice guy, he seems to understand that it’s tough for me being there with my parents. He has beer too. I don’t mind his humour, him calling me ‘Romeo’ and his teasing about me not getting off with the girls. I get that from my mates back home all the time. But he sucked my cock.
He sucked my cock and I enjoyed it. I mean, what guy wouldn’t? Getting sucked is getting sucked, right? Okay, maybe it was more than just getting sucked. I still can’t believe how good it felt. And, well, it was more than that. Mikey went all the way. Like, all the way. Like girls won’t, according to my mates anyway. I mean, I’ve seen porn with women sucking cock, taking the cum in their mouth, swallowing it. But according to my mates, they say their girlfriends don’t do that. Don’t like you to cum in their mouth. Won’t swallow it.
Mikey did.
He actually made me cum in his mouth and swallowed it.
I didn’t have much say in it. I didn’t force him to. After he pushed me back onto the bed and started sucking me, I just kind of let him do what he wanted.
I could have stopped him, but he was good at it. He licked my balls and cock, sucked the very sensitive tip of my cock, changed his mind and licked my balls again, licked that sensitive bit below my balls, back to my cock again, taking it in his mouth, swallowing my cock, licking and sucking. I think he only stopped once, telling me “Shut the fuck up, Danny, my neighbours might hear.”
We fell off his bed, ended up on the floor. He kept on sucking and licking me. He licked my nipples too. Yes, I remember that now. His mouth and tongue were everywhere. All I could do was moan and let him pleasure me. Then I knew I was about to cum. My cock was throbbing, about to explode. I tried to warn him. I tried to pull away from him. He just looked up at me with his sparkly brown eyes and grabbed hold of my cock, held me tight, stopped me pulling it out of his mouth, licked the sensitive tip of my dick more and more.
You know the bit in films with fireworks where the sky fills with rockets exploding? That was what is was like when Mikey made me cum. Cum in his mouth.
I don’t know how to describe how good that felt.
Some of my mates say they have made their girlfriends suck them, swallow their cum. Most say their girls won’t do it.
Mikey did. He made me cum in his mouth, and swallowed it. But I can’t tell anybody that can I?
So maybe you understand why I was avoiding him. I just don’t know what to say to him if we met. I like him. He’s fun to be with. He doesn’t get hurt when I take the piss out of him for being gay, he just takes the piss out of me for being straight. He’s a proper mate. We can annoy each other, insult each other. That’s what mates do. But sucking cock? Mates don’t suck cock. Except he’s Greek. Maybe it’s genetic or something. Greek boys have always been different like that. It’s not gay to them, just sex. And Mikey’s good at it. I’m not going to admit that to him of course. Tell him he’s right about guys being better at sucking cock. It’s not like I can compare, is it? I’d need a girl to suck me to tell if guys or girls are better. Girls have to be better.
Well, when we arrived back at the hotel Mikey was nowhere to be seen which was a kind of a relief, but only partly. I’d probably bump into him again before the holiday was over and that could be awkward. But, well, I was sort of hoping to see him again too.
* * * * * *
It wasn’t until breakfast two days later that I saw him again. We were leaving the restaurant and I was deciding whether to go with mum and dad on an excursion to yet another set of ruins or to stay at the hotel by myself and join in the activities that were provided for the under eighteens. Okay, some of them were pretty childish, but there were some good ones too: I’d liked the archery and jet-skiing and today the schedule included some quad biking for the over-fourteens. That could be fun. I decided that I’d stay back at the hotel and went to check with the reception desk about the quad biking whilst dad was sorting out the excursion tickets. Mikey was on duty on the desk.
“Good morning,” he said very professionally, not hinting that he knew me, “have you come to sign up for the activities?” Before I could respond, dad’s hand dropped onto my shoulder and mum appeared at my other side.
“I’m guessing he has,” laughed dad, “for some reason a trip to the amphitheatre with us doesn’t seem to have quite the appeal as racing up to the mountain top on a quad bike does it Dan?” I hardly needed to say much as dad quickly read through the form Michael passed to him before signing and passing it back.
“Don’t come back dead, Dan,“ said dad as he swiped his credit card to pay for the activity charge, “I’ve just signed to agree that it’s your fault and not the hotel’s if you fall off and kill yourself.” Michael laughed and joined in the joking, suggesting that for a small extra charge the hotel could provide a cremation complete with classical styled funeral urn for my ashes if necessary. I don’t think mum was too amused. As my parents walked away to get on their coach I was left standing alone by the reception desk with Mikey.
“Got any plans for the morning?” he asked. “The quad bike safari doesn’t start until after lunch. You could do face painting this morning, or learn how to make a classical urn in the pottery classes. You know, just in case you fall off…”
“Cheeky runt, I’m not that young! Those are for the kids.” I couldn’t help laughing. Mikey was being his usual matter of fact self and that seemed to dispel any awkwardness between us.
“No,” smiled Mikey, “I can definitely say you are a big boy…” He glanced down towards my shorts. “Very big.”
I blushed, but liked the comment, though I was quick to change the subject. “I’ve not seen you on desk duty before, you’re normally around the pool bar and in the restaurant, aren’t you?”
“Yes, in fact I shouldn’t even be here at all today. It’s my day off but we have a couple of staff away on a training course and one rang in sick so I have to do an extra shift this morning.” He hesitated for a moment, then continued. “If you really don’t fancy the face painting with the under tens, I’ll be finished here in half an hour and then over in the new indoor pool until lunchtime. It’s not open to the public yet but I’m going to be in there checking out the filtration unit that was installed yesterday. You could hang out if you wanted to. I’ll leave the side door by the old tennis pavilion open.”
Without waiting for an answer, he shuffled the activity forms into a neat pile and walked over to the other side of the desk where a small group of customers was waiting.
I went back to my room and gathered together the things I would need for the quad biking – a pair of thick jeans and a long-sleeved shirt were advised in the leaflet to offer some protection against branches and thorns. Crash helmets would be provided. A snack and plenty of water would be provided too, but I decided to take plenty of extra, along with my camera. By the time I had stuffed all those into a backpack and then emailed some friends back home it was gone ten. Time to take a stroll down to the old tennis courts round the back and maybe, just maybe, look in at the new pool.
* * * * * *
The new indoor pool was mentioned in the brochure but wasn’t officially opened. Apparently, it was being built to ‘enhance the year-round appeal’ of the hotel, allowing guests to swim even “in winter when the outdoor pool and sea might not be conducive to recreation.”
The first thing that struck me about the pool when I slipped in through the side door near the pavilion, actually a fire door, was the smell of new paint and chlorine. Oh, and why would a pool have a fire door? The water wasn’t going to burn was it, and there didn’t seem to be much else in there that was flammable? The tiles? No chance. The walls? No…
“Come to test the water?”
Mikey appeared from nowhere, now dressed in just shorts and a T shirt instead of a suit, carrying a few small test tubes and a couple of packs of chemicals.
“I thought I’d best check up on you, make sure you hadn’t got trapped in the filter or something. Dead technical those things..”
“No problem with technology here, we Greeks invented the stuff. Technos is Greek for skill. Remember Archimedes?”
“Not personally,” I countered, trying not to laugh, “but then I’m not as old as you. Didn’t he invent the screw?”
Mikey smirked at the sarcasm and waved a test tube with a drop of greenish water in it. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know the water is officially fully filtered and safe to use. Want to be the first to swim in it?”
“I didn’t bring my trunks.”
“You don’t need them. Skinny dipping is quite okay when the pool is closed. Or are you too shy to strip off in front of the gay boy now?”
I laughed. Things were properly back to normal between us. Mikey was already pulling his T shirt over his head and so didn’t see it coming as I stepped up close to him and shoved him straight into the pool. As he popped back up to the surface and called me something in Greek – which I’m probably glad I couldn’t understand – I pulled off my shirt, then dropped my shorts and stepped forward to the edge of the pool. Making sure Mikey got a good view of my cock before I jumped in, I splashed down beside him and pulled him under the water again. For several minutes we play fought in the water, pushing each other under, splashing and generally fooling around. Eventually we moved into the shallow end and paused for breath. Mikey still had his shorts on.
“Good idea to keep those on, gay boy” I taunted. “Be dead embarrassing for me to see you with a hard on, and you still smaller than me even when my cock’s soft.”
Mike laughed. “I didn’t think a straight boy like you would notice. You wouldn’t be looking, would you?”
“Oh, I might just take a quick peep. Checking out the opposition. You know, just in case you decided to turn straight and start competing for the girls.”
“Speaking of which,” said Mikey, “I have a new DVD you might be interested in. Just slightly. I borrowed a straight porn video from a mate. It’s pretty hot. If you have an hour or two to spare before you zoom off on your quad bike safari, we could pop to my room and watch it.” Mikey knew exactly how much time I had spare. And that I would definitely be at least slightly interested in seeing it.
We climbed out of the pool, dripping water onto the poolside as we realised that there were no towels.
“We can slip round the side way to the staff annexe and get dry in my room,” said Mikey, “though you’d best put your shorts on first. Don’t want anybody seeing you with a hard on do we?”
It was true. Well sort of. I wasn’t properly hard, just sort of semi-hard. Obviously mention of the porn film had clearly had an effect on my cock. I blushed, trotted to the other end of the pool and retrieved my shirt and shorts. Luckily my shorts were pretty baggy and did a good job of hiding my stiffening cock as we crept round the side of the new pool and into the staff quarters through another fire exit. Once in his room, Mikey produced a couple of towels and we soon dried off. Mikey snatched my damp shirt and shorts up from the floor and placed them on the table where the sunlight was streaming in through the window. “They’ll be dry in no time at all,” he said, “and until then you can just keep the towel around you. I’d lend you a pair of my shorts but to be honest there might not be enough room in them for you if you start to get another hard on, Romeo…”
The video was hot, very hot. Better than any I had managed to get on the internet or borrow from mates back home. I was lounging back on Mikey’s sofa and he was sat on the floor, leaning back against the sofa. When I raised my knee a little it created a sort of tent from the towel and Mikey couldn’t spot that my cock was rock hard beneath it. He was hard too, but not bothered by it: his hand was inside his shorts right away and stroking his cock as the action in the film progressed.
“If you think this is good Danny,” he said, “just wait until later. See where he sticks his cock when he rolls her over and gets her on her back.”
I laughed. “So, you’ve seen it before then? I thought a gay boy wouldn’t like straight porn?”
“I’m no stranger to girls,” Mikey replied, still stroking his cock, “I’ve had more than you have, Romeo. It’s just that guys are even better. Anyway, I like looking at the guy in this video, he’s pretty hot. I’d happily swap places with her any day to get a fuck with him.”
The guy in the video was expertly pounding away at the girl, a horny red head, with a cock that was bigger than mine. His cock was in and out of her pussy like a piston as he fucked her.
“Ouch,” I said, screwing up my face as if in agony, “a cock that big would murder your arse, gay boy. Her pussy can hardly take it, so getting it up the arse would split you in two.”
Mikey turned to face me, still stroking his cock. “Who says I’d be taking it? I might be the one dishing out the dick. Making him squirm as I fucked the cum out of him.” Seeing the confusion on my face, Mikey smiled. “Actually, straight boy, I do prefer to get fucked, but don’t mind giving it as well. Both are hot if you get it right. See how much she’s enjoying his cock in her? It feels just as good to a guy to take cock.”
“Yeah, sure.” I said sarcastically, “I’ll just take your word for that.” Mikey turned back to the screen and continued to play with his cock under his shorts.
“This is the best scene coming up, straight boy. Just look where his cock goes…”
Mikey was right. The guy now had the girl on her back, her legs wide apart, one raised up on his shoulder. He slid his cock along her pussy, teasing her, making her sigh and gasp with pleasure (okay, so I know the sounds are sometimes dubbed onto pornos afterwards but this one was good), then he slid it lower down, paused it at her tight little arsehole, then began to drive it deep inside. Boy, did she squeal !
She squealed, but as much in pleasure as pain, cried out, then begged to be fucked, hard. I was stunned. Yes, I knew about anal sex. My mates had talked about it, some even claimed they had done it with their girlfriends. Most said their girls wouldn’t even think about doing it though. No chance.
I didn’t even have a girlfriend, let alone one that would have sex. Of any kind. I continued to watch, fascinated. I had to have a copy of this DVD! I realised Mikey had turned to face me again. He was smiling.
“You need a bigger towel, Romeo, that one is standing up like a pyramid. Looks like you are more than just a tiny bit interested in this porn.”
“Fuck Mikey,” I burst out, “I’d love to do that to a girl. Especially her! With those tits, and a ginger too. She actually wants it up her arse. She looks like she’s enjoying it.”
“Yup,” said Mikey, “and not just because she’s getting paid to be in a porn film.” He hadn’t forgotten my comments from before.
“I told you, anal sex can feel good. And,” Mikey smiled like an older brother revealing a secret, “with guys it’s even better. If you are doing the fucking, well, it’s tighter than a pussy, feels way better. And if you’re taking cock, well, you won’t begin to believe how good it can be if the guy gets his cock deep inside you and rubbing against your prostate gland. It can make you cum in an instant, just by that, no hands needed. Trust me Danny, you straight boys haven’t a clue what you’re missing out on.”
I sat there for a moment, mesmerised by the video, the guy now gasping and crying out in pleasure too as he shot his load up her ass. Wow.
Mikey waved his hand before my eyes, bringing me back to my senses. “Come on straight boy, time for you to be off. The quads leave in 30 minutes and you need to go and get yourself ready. Oh, and for fuck’s sake, sort out that hard on before you go anywhere public. People will think you have a python down your pants.”
I jumped up and grabbed my shorts. I didn’t have much time to go and get changed then meet up for the quad bike safari. Mikey hadn’t finished teasing though.
“Be bad for the hotel’s business too, you strutting around like that. We wouldn’t be able to sell many excursion tickets to people like your mum and dad to go and see the oracle at Delphi if they could stay here instead and look at your python.”
* * * * * *
The quad biking was awesome! There weren’t actually that many takers, it being limited to kids over 14 and anybody over 18 and with ID to prove it having gone off partying. Just six of us, and a guide from the hotel, headed off along the beach and then up onto the cliff tops before beginning a gradual climb up into the mountains overlooking the bay where the resort was situated. Soon after we dropped down the other side of the hill and into a quiet area where tourists didn’t generally venture. Well, there were no tavernas for the 18-30s, no ancient ruins for the old folk and not much in the way of roads for anybody. That didn’t matter to us: the quads were brilliant on the rough tracks!
We stopped mid-afternoon on a clifftop overlooking a secluded bay with a beach of pristine golden sand. The guide lit a small fire and grilled some kebabs for us all, served with a delicious salad and then some ice cream. Cool boxes are a great invention. Archimedes probably had a hand in them. The Greeks are good at technology, they invented it. According to Mikey anyway. I’m not so sure…
I took loads of photos of the coastline, secluded bays, strange rock formations weathered by the sea and wind, aeons of time eroding them into some fantastic shapes, small fishing boats, many of them still propelled by sails, out on the azure blue sea scooping up the shellfish or netting the fish that seemed so abundant – well, at least at the hotel each dinner!
All too soon it was time to return to the hotel. Hours had passed in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. My mind was churning with the possibilities of what I could do as a photo essay for the homework that had been set for me to complete over the holidays. Oh, and yes, I have to admit it. That video was still running through my mind. I had to have a copy of it. I’d be the envy of all my mates if I showed them that! A hot girl getting fucked up the ass! In full 4k HD too. I needed to go and see Mikey, get him to rip me a copy.
We got back to the hotel about six that night, a couple of hours before the excursion coach was due back. Delphi was quite some distance away and in any case the coach would stop at a restaurant on the way back for everyone to eat. I guess there was a good deal going on between the hotel and the restaurant.
I couldn’t find Mikey. I’d parked up the quad and handed back the helmet, then gone straight off looking for him. He wasn’t on duty by the pool, nor was he in the restaurant. Or in reception. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen at all. “Fuck it,” I thought, remembering him saying it should have been his day off, “he’s probably finished work and gone into town.” Or maybe not. Perhaps he was in his room in the staff accommodation. Did I dare go there without an invitation? I mean, I know it was off limits to tourists anyway but that wasn’t what bothered me. What would Mikey think if I just turned up without him asking me?
It was stupid, I know, but I slipped round the back of the hotel and crept into the staff accommodation block. There was no-one about. I knocked gently on his door but there was no answer. I knocked louder, but still no answer. I tried the door handle. You know, just in case he was watching porn with his earphones in again and having a sly wank. The door was locked. Double fuck. Okay, so what was I going to do? I needed a copy of that video. I grabbed my backpack and fumbled inside. I had a notebook and pencil in there, always useful for making notes about the pictures I took. I tore out a page and scribbled on it. Shoved the note under his door.
* * * * * *
With hindsight, my parents probably got a bit bored with me telling them about the quad bike safari when they got back around eight that night. Once they had changed into fresh clothes, we went down to the bar for a drink and a snack and I had plenty to tell them. Yeah, and flicking through all the photos I had taken. Mum did drop a few subtle hints like, “No cameras at the table Daniel, it’s bad manners.” Okay, maybe not so subtle. She always calls me Daniel and not Danny when I’m doing something wrong. Dad was on my side though, he’d probably rather have gone quad biking instead of going to Delphi to see the ruins. After a lemonade, he let me have a beer. Just the one.
Maybe I should have asked mum about the ruins at Delphi, but I forgot. I had other things on my mind. Anyway, whenever I thought about Delphi I thought about what Mikey had said about pythons and started to get a hard on. It’s not fun sitting next to your mum and trying not to get hard. I’d have been so embarrassed if she had noticed. Okay, so she wouldn’t have actually said anything but that’s not the point is it? It’s not so bad with dad, at least he’d understand. Probably make a joke about it like he did when he saw me getting hard at the school swimming competition when the girls paraded by all us swimmers before the race. Those tight lycra swim trunks make things pretty obvious. He just smirked, winked at me and said “Down, tiger.” But mums. Well, that’s way different isn’t it?
* * * * * *
It was two o’ freakin’ clock in the morning and the phone at my bedside was ringing. You know, the big, beige, plastic, 1970s style phones that every hotel has but which nobody ever uses because, a). they are stupidly expensive and b). totally obsolete since mobiles were invented. Twenty years ago. Even Archimedes probably had a mobile. I forced my eyes open, grabbed the phone and muttered “Who the fuck is it?” Well, it was stupid o’clock in the morning and I was worn out. Good manners and a posh telephone voice could wait.
It was Mikey.
I didn’t have a scooby what to say to him. Leaving the note telling him to get in touch had seemed like a good idea at the time. But that was then, when my dick was doing the thinking. Now, in the cold light of morning, things were a bit different. It wasn’t even light for a start. Why don’t people talk about the cold dark of morning?
“Errr,” was all I could muster.
Mikey was laughing. “Got a problem, straight boy? Something uncle Mikey needs to sort for you? Maybe you’ve decided to come over to the Rainbow Side and get your cock sucked again? You know, properly, like only a guy can do?”
Now he was just plain taking the piss. And we both knew it.
“In your dreams, gay boy,” I managed to throw back at him. “I just wanted a copy of that video. But you could have waited until morning before phoning. And anyway, how did you get my number?”
He was still chuckling. “I work on the reception desk, Romeo,” he said,” I’m there now. I know every guest and room number.”
I can’t quite remember what I said to him but it was something to do with stalkers and me being legally just a child and him ending up in jail and stuff like that. Not that I was serious, and he knew it.
“So,” he said, once I shut up, “you don’t want me to rip the DVD then and post the file in your DropBox?”
“Errr, if you wouldn’t mind…”
“I need to get back to work, straight boy,” he said, “You wouldn’t believe how busy it is down here in the lobby at this time of night. Totally rushed off my feet. Still. I might find time to rip that video for you.”
“Thanks, Mikey,” I said, now almost awake, “you’re a star.”
I was about to hang up when his voice came back on the line.
“You liked the quad biking? I’ve got the whole day off tomorrow off because I worked extra shifts today. If you fancy it, I can get a couple of quad bikes and we could go for a ride along the coast.” There was a pause, then he added, “I can add it to the activity itinerary, make it official so you are covered by insurance and stuff. You’d just need to get your parents to sign for it because you are still a kid. I can make sure it doesn’t appear on their bill…”
There was a click and the line went dead.
* * * * * *
I overslept the following morning. According to dad, he knocked on the door connecting my room to my parents’ room and peered in but I was fast asleep so he decided to let me sleep. Consequently, I nearly missed out on breakfast.
At least he had knocked before coming in. Mum didn’t always knock. Hardly ever in fact. She still treated me like a little kid. Then she was shocked that time last year when she came into my room one morning, no knocking at all, and caught me in mid wank. There are some things that can scar a teenager for life and being found wanking by mum is one of them. Telling her that I wouldn’t dream of going into her bedroom unannounced in case I caught her at it with dad didn’t exactly seem to help my argument either. My need for privacy was still something we skirted around. Dad wasn’t much help on that front, he just agreed with mum and smirked at me. “You’re just going to have to learn to be a bit sneaky, son,” he laughed, “we’ve all been through it.”
Anyway, by the time I crawled out of bed, brushed my teeth and dragged a comb through my hair it was almost nine o’clock. I dashed down to the restaurant and just managed to grab a bowl of cereal and find mum and dad as they prepared to leave their table.
“Afternoon, Danny,” said dad sarcastically. “I assume you don’t fancy joining us on the trip to the vineyards?”
“What trip?” I asked, “I don’t remember a trip to the vineyards. Nobody asked me about a trip…”
From the look that mum gave me I guessed that I had been asked about the trip, probably more than once. Sometimes I may not be entirely switched on and listening intently when my parents tell me stuff. Like about trips to watch some grapes growing.
Dad slipped a piece of paper across the table. “If you’re staying here, and not accompanying me and mum on the cultural tour of the oldest vineyards in the whole of Greece, vineyards that probably made the wine that Alexander drank, you might need this.” From the look mum gave him, I guess even she realised he was taking the piss out of whatever was written in the excursions brochure. Mum believed every word of them.
I took the paper and started to read it. Dad was way ahead of me. “The lady on the reception desk gave it me when I went to pay for our vineyard tour tickets. It seems there is another quad biking safari provided today, offered at a special price. I’ve signed to say you can go on it, assuming you want to and don’t just plan to crawl back into bed the moment me and mum jump aboard the coach!
I looked at the form again. A whole day quad biking along the coast. “Thanks dad!” I almost shouted, “That’s brilliant. I jumped up and gave him a big hug.” Okay, I may be 16 but I can still act like a kid at times. Especially when it gets me what I want. And, of course, I knew this was something that Mikey had fixed.
Mum and dad left the restaurant, leaving me to finish my cereal as they went back to their room to get ready for the trip. About 15 minutes later I saw them pass by the restaurant door and out into the lobby to get aboard their coach. No sooner had the sounds of the big diesel tour bus died away into the distance than Mikey suddenly appeared by my table, dropped a crash helmet onto my lap and said, not very quietly, “Come on, straight boy, the quads are round the back. See you there in five minutes.” Thankfully the restaurant was almost empty so nobody heard or saw us.
* * * * * *
The trip up the coast was amazing. Mikey led the way, taking the same route that official tour had taken previously for the first couple of miles but then cutting across a headland further on before dropping down an almost vertical descent onto a beach totally inaccessible by any other means. Bottoming out at the end of the drop, I killed the engine and coasted to a halt beside him as he stepped off his bike, our wheel tracks the only marks on the otherwise pristine beach. “Wow, that was an awesome ride,” I gasped, as I pulled off my helmet and tasted the sweet air.
Mikey smirked. “Ate a lot of my dust did you, Danny?”
He wasn’t kidding. A quick glance in the mirror on the quad showed I was almost white, covered in a fine coating of the light dusty soil we had been speeding over for almost an hour. I burst out laughing too, thinking of the TV advert about the McDougall’s flour graders.
“Come on, straight boy, get those clothes off and get into that sea, nearest thing round here to a shower to clean you up before we get some lunch fixed.” Mikey wasn’t waiting, he’d already dumped his knee and elbow pads, pulled off his shirt and was unfastening the cord tying up his shorts.
I clapped my hands over my eyes and cried out, “NO, not the shorts, not in front of the straight boy!” causing us both to burst out laughing, then gave him a push whilst he was unbalanced to make him fall flat on his back as he tried to step out of them. Well, you can guess how that ended up. For the next few minutes there was complete mayhem as he chased me up and down the beach, then into the sea as he tried to get his revenge. It was easier to escape him when we got into the sea, I can swim like a dolphin and Mikey swims like a brick. Well, not quite a brick, but nowhere as fast as me. The downside of course was that in the urgency of getting away from him I hadn’t had time to undress! Eventually I waded ashore, water dripping from my clothes as Mikey caught up, emerging from the sea like James Bond in that film, except naked. And for once his cock wasn’t hard.
“Okay, okay, “I laughed, “just give me a break. I need to get out of these clothes and put them to dry. Anyway, what’s up with you, gay boy, don’t you fancy guys anymore? Turned straight? Your cock’s still soft!”
Now it was Mikey’s turn to laugh. “Oh, I still prefer guys, Danny, but splashing about in the water tends to cool me down. Trust me, by the time you are butt naked I’ll be warmed up, hard and ready to fuck you.” He managed to duck just fast enough to avoid my soaked, balled-up T shirt taking his head off as I threw it at him.
A minute later my clothes were spread over the quad bike to give them the chance to dry out in the sun and I was rummaging through my backpack for a pair of shorts. Mikey paused from unloading the cool box from his quad and said, “No need to bother with the shorts, Danny, there’s no-one for miles around to see you except me and I’ve already had an eyeful. Besides, don’t you want to top up that all over tan?”
I stuffed my shorts back into the bag and set about gathering up some small sticks and sun bleached driftwood for a barbeque fire as Mikey pulled lunch out of the cool box. I’ll say one thing, he packs well! There were kebabs, salad, bread rolls, crisps, cheeses, some fish, rice and even a bottle of wine. Not the cheap stuff either. Mikey grinned. “I know one of the chefs.”
I placed some flat stones in a hollow scooped out of the sand and laid the sticks on them, lit a fire (Mikey even remembered to bring matches) and tended it for a few minutes to get a proper charcoal pit going. Twenty minutes later and all was just about sorted. The fine driftwood sticks made great charcoal and so I placed the kebabs over the crackling embers to grill, wrapped the fish in foil and slid them under the stone to bake. Mikey seemed impressed. “Didn’t Archimedes teach you how to do beach barbeques?” I taunted him.
He laughed. “I must have been skiving that day.”
“It’ll be ready in about 30 minutes,” I said, taking the plastic beaker of wine Mikey passed me. Okay, so a glass might have been more classy but probably wouldn’t have survived all the bouncing about on the quad bike journey. Anyway, I took a sip and the wine tasted great.
“Come here, straight boy,” said Mikey, “You’re forgetting something again.” He reached into the cool box again and grabbed a bottle of sun screen. “If you don’t cover up that delicate white English skin you’re going to be sizzling like bacon in this sun.” Before I could stand up he had moved over to me, knelt down behind me and started to squirt the lotion over my shoulders. It was cold. And smelled of coconut.
“Fuck, Mikey!” I gasped as he began to rub it into my shoulders, “I’m going to end up smelling like a fruit bowl again.”
“Your choice, Danny. Coconut or over-cooked bacon. Which is it to be?”
I relented and let him rub the cream into my back, letting him gently push me face down onto the sand. He’s good with his hands. He rubbed the cream into my back, over my ass and down the back of my legs, then flipped me over so he could do my front.
Now it was Mikey’s turn to smirk and comment. “So, straight boy,’ he said as I rolled over, “decided to join the gay tribe?”
I admit it. My cock was just a bit hard. Not fully hard, but not soft. And Mikey hadn’t missed it.
“That’s your fault, Mikey, “I blurted out, “you can’t expect a guy to stay soft when you’re pawing him can you ?”
We both laughed. Mikey gently squirted some cream onto my chest and stomach, then onto my legs, before rubbing it in. He didn’t need to do that of course because, unlike my back, I can do my front easily enough myself. But it felt good to let him do it and as I already told you, Mikey’s a good mate. I didn’t mind him doing it. After he finished rubbing the cream onto my legs he smirked, picked up the bottle again and squirted a big, cold, splat of it right over my cock and balls, making me gasp in surprise.
“That’s your job,” he laughed, “Rub it in yourself, Romeo. I don’t want to get the blame for you getting a hard on.”
We drank the wine as we waited for the kebabs and fish to cook. It was good wine, in a good location, with good company. This was one of my best holidays ever. The light was sparkling on the sea, a few gulls were wheeling overhead, the sun was warm on my back, the smell of grilling lamb and baking fish was perfuming the air and…
“Penny for them?” Mike’s voice jolted me back to the present. “You lost in those daydreams? As I think you say in England, you looked as though you were away with the fairies there.”
“No,” I laughed, “just having a picnic with one of them.”
By the time he’d chased me up the beach, into the sea and then back in mock anger, the kebabs were cooked to perfection.
As I scoffed the last kebab, Mikey retrieved the foil from under the fire-stone, unwrapped the two fish and placed them on a couple of plates with the rice and salad. It was a real feast.
“By the way, Mikey,” I asked as casually as I could between mouthfuls of fish, “did you get a chance to rip that DVD for me?”
“Yes,” he laughed, ”I’ll post the file in your Dropbox tonight if you give me the details.”
“Thanks. You won’t believe how envious my mates will be when they see that video. We’ve got some good porn of course. Even if dad is pretty hot at locking down the internet at home he forgets I can get USB sticks from my mates whose parents aren’t so clued up technically. Still, nothing as good as that girl taking cock up her arse, that’s awesome.”
“It certainly is, straight boy,” said Mike. “Like I said before, you don’t know what you’re missing.”
This time it was the ball of aluminium foil that he had to duck but he wasn’t quite fast enough and it caught him a good ‘thwack’ on the shoulder before spinning off across the beach. I was ready to leap up and sprint away to avoid the inevitable counter-attack but Mikey just smiled and scooped the last few grains of rice off his plate with his finger and so I relaxed. He placed his finger to his lips and licked the rice grains off, before slowly and suggestively sucking on the tip of his finger.
“Remember how good a guy can suck cock, Danny?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. “That’s nothing compared to how we can fuck.”
And then he sprang. Before I could even begin to think about moving, he jumped forward, grabbing me, knocking me onto my back, pinning me down on the warm sand. I was aware that his cock was hard, pressed tight against my balls. He pushed it down lower, thrust it between my thighs so I could feel it, hot and stiff, throbbing. For a second I was dumbstruck, bewildered. It felt weird to have a guy on top of me, a hard cock pushed between my legs. I looked into his eyes, not knowing what I would see there. For a moment I was afraid.
Mikey was smiling. That same old, playful smile. Re-assuring. He was just playing with me, teasing me.
Thank fuck for that!
As my confidence surged back I decided two could play at that game. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders, wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled him tight into me.
“Come on then, gay boy, show me how good a gay fuck is.”
Now it was time for Mike’s face to show bewilderment! For a moment he didn’t know what to think!
“Gotcha !” I laughed as I saw the confusion on his face. “Now get your hard, gay dick out from between my legs before someone sees us.”
And yet, somehow, it felt good to have his cock between my legs. Mike said nothing for a moment, didn’t move a muscle even though he realised I was just joking with him, had called his bluff and won the bet. Completely busted him.
Mikey leaned forward, brought his face close to mine.
“Dan,” he said, quietly.
“Yes?” It didn’t sound like my voice. I was still holding him. Still pulling him into me. Still feeling his cock between my legs. Still looking into those amazing big brown eyes of his. And my cock was hard. Trapped between us, pressing against his stomach. Feeling harder than I could ever remember it feeling before. Harder even than at the swimming gala when Susan Allwood had walked past me.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he whispered.
* * * * * *
The next day, the coach transfer from the hotel back to the airport was chaotic. I kept looking out for Mikey at breakfast, not sure what to say to him but knowing that I wanted to see him again, to say something – I didn’t have a clue what – before leaving. He wasn’t around. It was probably just his shift pattern I told myself. He wouldn’t be avoiding me. I was sure he wouldn’t.
After shoving our suitcases on the coach when it finally appeared, mum and dad boarded and grabbed a double seat near the front. I was a bit slow following them, still hoping I might get a chance to see Mikey, and as a consequence when I did get on the coach there was no seat free near them.
Dad smiled as I stood in aisle, urgently scanning up and down the coach, trying to spot an empty seat for the journey back. “Tough luck, son,” laughed dad. “You’ll have to travel down the back with the plebs. Try not to catch the plague or anything.”
Then I saw Mikey. He was standing on the plaza out the front of the hotel, smiling at me through the window. Waving. Pointing towards the back of the coach. Trying to tell me something. I moved down the aisle, watching him, trying to work out what he was saying, what he was pointing to. Then I spotted it. An empty double seat right next to two really hot girls of about my age.
I waved to Mikey in thanks and raced down the aisle, jumped into the empty seat across from the two girls. Mikey was laughing. Mouthing something. “Desperate, Romeo?” He’s a cheeky runt !
I leaned over towards the girls, was about to introduce myself, when a hand dropped onto my shoulder and pushed me across the seat, squashing me up against the window.
“Move over sprog, make some room for me.” The speaker was a guy about 25, taller than me, muscled. Good looking. He looked over at the two girls, smiled at them, said something about it being good to see them again that I didn’t entirely catch. Clearly they already knew each other. The girls smiled back, ignoring me. Somehow this muscled Adonis was more interesting than I was.
My last view of Mikey as the coach pulled away was of him standing there, laughing at me again, mouthing the words “Tough luck, Romeo.”
* * * * * *
The journey to the airport was nightmare, and not just because the air conditioning on the coach was useless. Adonis was squashing me tight into the seat with his muscle bulk and chatting up the girls all the way. I didn’t stand a chance of attracting their interest, but that didn’t stop me getting a hard on. Sometimes, usually the most inconvenient of times, my cock has a mind all of its own. Almost all the time in fact.
Because the air conditioning was no good I’d already taken off the light sweater I was wearing over my T shirt and stowed it on the overhead luggage rack. I weighed up the risks of standing up and getting it back down so I could drop it over my lap to try and hide the bulge in my shorts but dropped the idea. Standing up would just reveal the problem and even if Adonis and the girls didn’t notice my hard dick when I stood up, getting my sweater and placing over my lap would certainly draw attention. I mean, who needs to reach for a sweater on a baking coach with no aircon?
I twisted in my seat and raised my leg a little, trying to hide from them as much as I could, tried to concentrate on the scrubland scenery whizzing past the window. It didn’t help much. All I could think about now was fucking Mikey.
It had been good.
Now, don’t get me wrong! Mikey hadn’t succeeded and managed to turn me gay! I still prefer girls. Hell, I was suffering like mad right now with a hard on because of the girls just a few feet away from me. But, well, Mikey was kind of right. Sex with him had been good. Not that I can compare it with real sex, with a girl I mean, not yet, but well, it had been good.
He’d asked me to fuck him as we fooled around on the beach. When I had hesitated he hadn’t pushed it, just waited a moment, smiling down at me, his eyes telling me without words that it was okay either way. Whatever happened we would still be friends. I felt his small, rock hard cock between my legs, my bigger cock pressed against him, equally stiff, found I was strangely turned on by it, by the feel of his muscled body against mine. I don’t recall saying anything, just sort of smiling, maybe nodding, recalling what he said about guys being tighter, more willing to take a cock up the arse, how it was better than any girl.
Mikey had reached down and taken hold of my cock, rolled over, still firmly holding my cock, pulling me with him, changing position so that now he was lying on his back on the sand, me on top of him. He guided my cock down between his legs, rubbed the sensitive tip of it against his balls, guided it back, pressed it against his arse, rubbed it between his cheeks. The feeling was incredible. My cock felt as if it was going to explode. His hand was still controlling my cock, leading it to his hole, his legs now wrapping around me, pulling me closer.
“That’s it Danny,” he said, “keep pushing, give me your cock, put it inside me, fill me with your dick, show me what you’d do to a girl.”
Mikey gasped a little as my cock probed at his hole. He was still pulling me into him, still in control. I felt a sudden relaxation and warmth, felt the tip of my cock slide inside him, stop abruptly as his arse tightened around it. Mikey gasped, screwed his eyes shut for a moment, then relaxed again. My cock seemed to slide deeper inside, ever deeper. We both gasped, cried out loud. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
“Fuck, Danny, you’re big.”
For a moment I was unsure what to do. I remained poised over him, looking into his eyes, feeling the strange, tight, warmth as his arse muscles contracted around my cock, felt his body quiver beneath me. Tentatively, uncertainly, I pushed a little deeper, felt a wave of pleasure surge through my stiff cock. I thrust again, felt the pleasure surge again. Mikey was smiling, sighing, starting to move with me, telling me it was good, telling me to thrust again, to fill him with cock.
I’m not sure how long we fucked, exactly what we did, but I loved it. There was something about being on top of him, inside him, pinning him down, thrusting into him, that really turned me on. He was older than me, more experienced, more muscled. A guy. Maybe it was a power thing, combined with it being taboo, but it was so hot. Maybe it was because Mikey was such a good fuck. He kept shifting position, pushing back against my cock, wrapping his legs round me, pulling me into him, his arse so tight, his sighs so animalistic, begging me to fuck him, harder, deeper. I remember he licked my nipples, Bit them. I remember that his cock was pressed between us, hard as a steel bar, as we fucked. Could it be this good with a girl?
We fucked for ages. Mikey always seeming to be able to increase the pleasure on my cock by the way he moved. Sometimes whispering in my ear. Sometimes shouting out loud. Sighing and gasping. I realised I was gasping too, my cock throbbing harder and faster. Mikey moving under me, contracting and relaxing his arse muscles, pleasuring my cock to an almost unbearable level. I realised I was going to cum, that I couldn’t stop myself.
I can’t believe how good it felt when I spurted. My cock sort of throbbed and exploded, my entire body stiffening, totally beyond my control. My cock seemed to pulse and pulse, my sperm flooding out and deep into him. I was crying out loud, continuing to ram my cock into him even though I felt the sensation was overwhelming. And Mikey was cumming too. He gasped and dug his fingers deep into my back, his cock throbbing, trapped between us, gushing sticky warm cum over us both.
For a moment we just held each other, frozen in pleasure, my cock still oozing the last of my sperm into him. Mikey’s cock was twitching, the last drops of his cum spilling out too. I gasped, gave one last thrust, collapsed on top of him, my cock still inside him. My head was spinning. Mikey’s eyes sparkled as he slipped out from under me, rolled me onto my back, stroked my softening, wet, cum covered cock affectionately with his hand. His cock was still hard.
“Wow’ was all I could manage to say.
“Told you it was good, didn’t I? smiled Mikey.
He leaned forward, placed one hand on my chest, gently stroked my nipples as he continued to fondle the sensitive tip of my cock with the other hand. He continued to move forward, the tip of his hard cock rubbing over my stomach, further up my chest leaving a glistening trail of cum as it travelled, further up, towards my lips. Mikey smiled mischievously, pushed his tail to my lips, whispered in my ear, “Come on straight boy, try a taste of cum.”
I did. I don’t know why, but I did. I opened my mouth, let Mikey slide his hard cock into it, felt the moist tip of his tail on my tongue, the bittersweet, salt taste of his cum. Licked it. Sucked it. Smelled the masculine scent of his manhood as he gently began to facefuck me, sighed and gasped, shot a second load of his cum over my face, licked it off, swallowed his own sperm as I watched in amazement…
What was really hot was that Mikey’s cock stayed hard! I mean, really hard, sticking straight up vertically, ready to go again. My cock goes soft after I cum, I need to rest for a time before I get hard again. I can always get hard again, cum again, but it takes time. Not with Mikey. He was ready straight away, eager to teach me more. To hammer home the lesson he wanted to teach me about gay sex being good.
And yes, I learned a lot that afternoon. The time seemed to fly by, yet at the same time to last forever as we sucked and fucked. Mikey just couldn’t get enough of my cock, always wanting it in him, deeper and harder. Wanted my cum, in his arse and in his mouth. Mikey was just teaching me about sex. He was the one who wanted cock. Took it up his arse. Had me fucking him in every position imaginable. On his back. Dogstyle. Face down. Even in the sea. Okay, I know I sucked his cock, but that doesn’t make me gay. I was the one doing the fucking remember.
* * * * * *
One of the first things I did when I arrived back home was to download the DVD Mikey had ripped for me, copy it onto a USB stick and head round to my mate James’s house so we could view it on his home cinema projector. As he only lived a ten-minute walk away I didn’t bother to phone ahead and check he was home.
James wasn’t home.
The door was answered by his older sister, Janet, who was home from University for the summer. As older sisters go, Janet was the one we all fancied. Tall, slim, pretty face, awesome figure, great tits. Smallish, but very pert and with nipples that really showed through the tight T shirts she liked to wear. Like the one she was wearing this morning. She was also usually pretty mean to all her younger brother’s friends. Totally untouchable and hardly ever friendly.
“So, Danny,” she said as I stood there gazing at her and trying to think of something cool to say, “are you going to just stand there gazing or are you going to try and string a few words into a sentence? Maybe say why you’re here? I assume it’s do with that brat of a brother of mine?”
I blushed and held up the USB stick. “I, err, just brought round my holiday photos for James to see. Part of the joint photo assignment we’re working on.”
“Well, you might as well bring it in and leave it for him. He’s gone out fishing, won’t be back until late tonight.” She stepped aside and held the door wide open for me. Given what was on the USB stick, the last thing I wanted to do was leave it with anyone other than James. But well, you don’t argue with Janet. She’s kind of like the python Kaa from “The Jungle Book.” Sort of hypnotises you with her eyes and then devours you whole. And it was typical of her not to actually take the stick but instead make me take it into the house, put it somewhere she commanded and then kick me out.
I was still trying to think of some plausible reason not to leave it with her when she simply took it from me and placed it on the living room table. “Sit down for a moment whilst I get my mobile.” It was more of an instruction than invitation. “James will have taken his with him, so you can give him a call and find out when he’s going to be back.”
I sat down, unable to avoid looking at her arse as she turned and bent over to reach inside her bag. By the time she straightened up again and crossed the room to me I was aware that my cock was hardening noticeably under my shorts. I blushed and hoped she wouldn’t notice. Fat chance of that. She noticed everything.
“Just like the swimming competition, Danny,” she said acerbically, “seems like you only have to be within a mile of a girl and your dick gets out of control. Yes, everybody noticed. Maybe I should keep a bucket of iced water on standby any time you or any other of James’ friends come round here. I guess the only difference between you and the rest of them is that you at least seem to have something usefully big under your shorts.”
It would be an understatement to say I was blushing and frantically trying to think of a way of fleeing as coolly as possible before she really started on me. Most of us had been the victims of her waspish sarcasm over the years.
“I guess that’s probably the one reason why you have a girlfriend,” she continued, “rather than for your sparkling conversation or charm.”
I couldn’t believe she had said that. Okay, I could. I told you she was mean.
“You do have a girlfriend, don’t you?” she smirked. She must have known I didn’t. “No, I guess not. You’re just like James and the rest of his friends. Spend all day dreaming and talking about girls but wouldn’t have a clue how to get one or what to do with one if you managed it. Which,” she added with a smile, “in your case is a real shame.”
With that, she leaned forward and placed a hand on my crotch. Rubbed my cock through my shorts. If I had been frozen with shock the night when Mikey touched my cock, Janet doing the same thing to me was a million times more intense. I had a mental vision of a cartoon-like figure turning into solid stone, fossilising at her very touch. My cock was already long beyond the rock-hard stage.
Her hand slid inside my shorts, grasped my cock firmly. “This is the point, rabbit, where you should jump up and escape the headlights,” she said. “But you’re not going to, are you?”
Mikey touching my cock had been nothing compared to this. We were just guys being guys together. But this, well, this was a real girl. Hot as Hell. And way older than me. Six years is a lot to a 16-year-old. Even a 17-year-old, which I almost was.
Janet’s grip on my cock tightened, raised me up out of the chair, stood me up, looking directly into her face. “You’re definitely growing up, Danny,” she mused, “You’re not as small or obnoxious as you used to be.”
“Oh, thanks,” I gasped at last, somehow managing to get my brain and tongue connected. “If you loosen your grip I might even manage to grow some charm too.”
She laughed. “This way, rabbit,” she said, “follow me.” With her hand still gripping my cock I had no choice but to follow her, upstairs, across the landing, into her bedroom. A moment later I was being pushed onto her bed. Flat on my back. I was aware of an intoxicating flowery scent arising from the bedsheets. And Janet pulling her T shirt up and off, over her head, revealing her bra-less breasts, the nipples prominently erect.
I gasped.
“Your turn, rabbit. Let’s get that shirt off you.”
I had hardly managed to get my shirt off when her hands grasped my shorts, almost ripped them off me, causing my cock to spring back against my stomach with an audible ‘slap.’
Janet seemed to approve. “Nice,’ she said, “that’s certainly a man’s cock rather than a boy’s tail. Now to see if you know how to use it and do what rabbits do.”
I didn’t actually need to do anything. Before I could do even try, Janet had slipped her pants off, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair contrasting strongly with her creamy skin. She stepped forward, climbed on to the bed, sat astride my thighs, took hold of my cock, guided it to her pussy. As my mind raced through all the things I’d seen on porno films, the things my mates had told me, all the things about how to pleasure a girl, how to gently bite and suck her nipples, how to lick her pussy, she started to rub the sensitive tip of my aching cock through her soft pubic hair.
“Wow!” I gasped, “wow…”
“Like that, Danny?”
She was thrusting her hips back and forwards now, pushing her pussy against my cock, letting it slide between her small, cute pussy lips, not entering her, just gliding backwards and forwards. The sensation was amazing. We were both wet: my pre-cum mixing with hers, moistening her pussy lips. Then I was inside her. She lifted up slightly, twisted her hips a little, then plunged downwards, devouring my cock with her pussy. The fireworks exploded again. I realised I was crying out loud, gasping and sighing just as loudly as Janet.
“Fuck me, rabbit. Show me you know how to use your cock.”
I was mesmerised by her bouncing breasts, swinging alluringly in circles as she rode up and down on my cock, her nipples tantalising close to my mouth. I tried to sit up, stretched out towards them, eager to try and lick them, to suck on them, but Janet reached out a hand, pushed me back down onto the bed, wordlessly making it clear that she was in charge.
Janet was constantly changing the angle of her pelvis, alternating the speed and direction of her thrusts as she rode my cock, using it to satisfy herself just as she would have used a dildo or vibrator. I started to move with her as best I could, relishing the sensations she was arousing in my cock, hardly able to believe how good it felt to have her warm, wet pussy using me. She was now making more noise than me, calling out loudly, telling me she wanted my cock, riding harder, faster, taking it deeper.
We orgasmed together, not that I had any control over it. Janet started to scream out loud as her pussy seemed to tighten and ripple around my cock. I sighed, felt my balls about to explode, struggled to get out from under her, to pull my cock from inside her, gasped that I was about to cum. Janet just clamped more tightly around my cock, rode harder, screamed “Fill me!” Almost as if independent of me, my cock exploded, a torrent of sticky warm sperm gushing into her, filling her pussy, started to leak out from around my cock as she collapsed forward onto me, buried her head alongside my shoulder, thrust back onto my raging cock several more times before she subsided, lay sighing on top of me. I felt warm cum slowly seeping out of her, trickling down between my legs.
For a few moments neither of us said anything, just lay there, her breath hot on the side of my neck, the beautiful scent of her hair mixing with the smell of the sheets, almost overcoming me.
“Wow…” I sighed again.
“Mmm,” she whispered quietly into my ear, “Not bad for a virgin. You lasted way longer than I thought you would.” Her hand slipped down between us, between my thighs, her fingers running through the slippery cum on my thighs. “And you certainly have plenty of juice in those balls, rabbit.” Her hips twisted a little and she slipped off me, my cock sliding out of her pussy with a little squelchy, plopping sound. I was still hard.
Janet rubbed against me, her pussy teasing the tip of my cock again, causing me to quiver at the sensation. I blushed, muttered, “Sorry, it’s just that it was so amazing. So…” I didn’t have the words to finish describing how good it had felt. To be fucked by a girl. For my first time. It was very different from being with Mikey. Just as good, but in a different sort of way. Just like he said it was. Kind of like…
“Hey, rabbit!” Janet snapped her fingers under my nose, bringing me quickly back to my senses. ”Don’t you dare go to sleep on me, Danny. If you can stay hard like that I’m not going to waste time while you have forty winks and dream about what you’re going to tell your friends. Which of course you won’t dare to do if you want to keep these attached…” Her hand was tight around my balls, squeezing, pulling, almost bringing tears to my eyes.
I gasped with surprise and pain as she let go, pushed me aside, rolled onto her back, opened her legs. I was still in a daze, confused. My cock was still hard. I’d just fucked and cum, cum loads, and yet my cock was still hard. It should have been going soft. I looked down at Janet, at her breasts, her smile, saw the wet hair between her thighs, traces of my cum between her legs. It was slowly sinking in. I had just been fucked! I wasn’t a virgin any more. Fuck, I was hard, my cock was so stiff still it was almost aching even though it should have been going soft.
anet was looking up at me, eager for more, her eyes challenging me. Could I do it again? Use her pussy as she had used my cock? Fuck her in return? I leaned forward, placed the tip of my cock against her pussy, rubbed the wet tip of it over her pussy lips, gasped aloud at the sensation that ran through my cock. I so wanted to be inside her again. Suddenly Mikey was there inside my head, whispering in my ear, smirking as he told me to rub my cock gently against her clitoris, make her quiver and sigh with anticipation, slide my cock head further down, continually teasing and rubbing, further down, between her legs, between her arse cheeks, gently pushing at her tight, so tight, rear hole. Telling me to fuck her arse. To show her how good I was at arse fucking. How well he’d taught me…
* * * * * *
Michael slipped into the kitchens at the hotel and dropped the cool box back onto the rack of others all waiting to be washed and re-used,
“Hi, Michael,” shouted Ferris, one of the chefs, “I’ll be with you in a moment.” He passed a plate to one of the waiters and then slipped across the room and out on to the steps where Michael was waiting. They were about the same age and good friends. “So,” he asked, ”did it work ? I made some of the best take-out food for you! “
Michael laughed, ”Yes, it worked. It worked very well. It always does.”
Ferris slapped him on the back and the two of them moved down the steps, away from the kitchen door so they couldn’t be overheard. “I thought you might like the challenge of that English boy the moment I saw him out by the pool on his first day here,” said Ferris. “I know you generally prefer older guys who can give you a good fucking but I thought to myself ‘Michael likes a cute young twink from time to time, I’ll tell him about this one’.”
Michael was still smiling. “I’m glad you did, Ferris. He was hot, just the way I like them. Young, still a virgin, eager to get a girl, but also easy to turn. And he had an awesome cock too ! Way big for his age.”
Ferris was smiling too, ”So, I guess the seduction worked a charm then ? Convert the straight boy, get him eager to be sucked and fucked? Or did you manage to get him to fuck you?”
“I certainly did,” smiled Michael, ”and he was good at it. Needed a bit of tuition at first but once he got into his stride and realised how good it feels to fuck a guy he was pounding away at me like he was an expert.”
“So, do you think you have turned him gay?”
“No, maybe not totally,” laughed Michael, “but I reckon he’ll always be tempted by guys just as much as girls.”
“Speaking of which,” said Ferris, “I’m taking two hot young Dutch girls out to the beach tonight after work. They were on the coach tour that came in yesterday, staying here for two nights. Fancy joining in with me? Naturally, I can manage two girls easily enough on my own but if you fancy joining in and fucking one of them you are welcome to come along. “
“Sure,” said Michael, ”I’m happy to help put. I’m guessing you fancy trying to fuck them up the arse as usual?”
“Yes,” said Ferris, “a long pussy fuck first then flip her over and give it her up the arse. And of course, if she doesn’t want it up the arse…”
Michael smiled and finished the sentence for him, “If she doesn’t want it, we suck each other, then you fuck me, show them how good it is, what they are missing out on…”
“That’s it, exactly,” said Ferris, “It’s never failed us yet has it?”
“No, once they see that we are hot for each other and can manage without them they usually change their minds and do whatever it takes to get our cocks back inside them,” laughed Michael. “And I can’t lose out anyway, you know I always like getting a fuck off you.”
Ferris was smiling. “Yes, it’s odd how no-one else seems to enjoy sex as much as we Greeks do. Just limit themselves to one sex, miss out on so much. They should be more like us, happy to fuck either a hot girl or a hot guy. If I don’t score with the girls tonight – which, of course, is exceptionally unlikely, – I know I can still get a good fuck from you! Or fuck you.”
“Or both,” laughed Michael, “In fact, I think I need a fuck with you tonight whatever happens with the girls. Maybe right after we have fucked them, pussy and arse, just grab hold of me, spread my legs and ram your thick cock deep into me, make me sigh and gasp. It’ll be worth it to see the looks of surprise on their faces as they lay there and then suddenly realise that we are having a fuck without them!”
“You’re on,” said Ferris. “Meet me and the girls about 9 tonight when you finish your shift. Can you leave the side door to the new pool open? I’ll take them there.”
“Yes, I’ll make sure the main doors are locked so no-one else can wander in, but leave the fire door open for you,” said Michael. “I’ll be there just after nine. Anyway, thanks again for the food. I need to be getting back to reception now, then I’m spending the rest of the afternoon serving drinks at the pool. There are a couple of hot Italian lads in, very macho in public, but I have my suspicions about them. I think I might need another cool box and the quad bikes again in a few days’ time…”