Gay Erotic Stories

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Copyright © Maverick 2003. All rights reserved.

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The first suggestion of what was to come was in a joke my mate, Paul, made on the first night. Even after we'd visited just two or three bars, it became clear that our week at Kavos wasn't going to turn out to be the shag-fest that we'd expected. There just didn't seem to be any women around.

After a couple of hours, Paul started getting pissed off. The six pints he'd managed to put back since we'd arrived on the island weren't exactly helping. His hopes had been high. He'd joked that he'd managed to fit all his clothes, toiletries and suntan lotion into his hand luggage - his suitcase had been exclusively for condoms!

Added was the fact that his Manchester United top fit him nicely and looked good on his well-worked chest but no one was looking. Well, except for the guys wearing the stripes of other football teams. Those didn't really count. They just shot dirty glances.

He said, "This sucks…and not in the way The Sun made out it would."

"Maybe all the girls are staying in tonight…washing their hair or something," was my feeble attempt at consolation.

Paul snapped, "Come on, Daz. You don't pay 400 quid and fly halfway across Europe just to stay in and wash your fuckin' hair!"

"Well maybe they copped already," I said.

"It's only half eleven, mate,” said Paul. “They can't all have fuckin' copped off."

There were some girls around, but they were few and far between and most of them looked as if they were already in established relationships.

I tried, "Okay, so where are they all? There must have been some action going on to have caused all the headlines in the papers over the last few months."

He took a swig from his seventh pint, which had just arrived, and snarled, "You know what the British papers are like. We might have known it would all turn out to be a load of bullshit."

I said, "More likely it was going on a couple of months ago. The reputation the place got as a resort for slappers must've made all the girls who had booked here, to cancel and go elsewhere."

Paul threw a furious glare at me over his pint as he took another drink from it.

"It's not my fault," I shrugged.

Paul spat back, "It was your fuckin' idea!”

"Yeah…and I didn't exactly need to spend hours convincing you."

He glowered at me for a few seconds more. But, he no doubt remembered how eager he'd been to visit the notorious 'sun-sand-sea-sex' resort when I'd shown him a cheap last-minute deal in the paper. At last, he looked away.

He said, "I bet the reason we got such a good price was because all the babes were canceling over the last few weeks."

Then he'd made the joke that should have, in retrospect, given me the first inkling of what was to come.

He said, "Sorry, mate. I don't mean to have a go at you. Don't get pissed off with me. After all, the nearest thing we get to coppin' off this week might be screwin' each other’s arses!"

I'd smiled and he'd laughed, punching my shoulder affectionately. He'd done a 'no hard feelings' routine and we moved onto other stuff. It took another couple of hours for another joke to be made.

By now, Paul was totally pissed and I was halfway there. We'd started chatting, in the absence of anything better to do, to a couple of guys from North London. The first was a thin, slightly rough-looking cockney wideboy. His name was Jason, though he insisted we call him Jase. He was an electrician and had brown hair which he'd obviously had bleached at some point in the fairly distant past. His mate introduced himself as Willows. In fact, we never learned his real first name. He had a broader, more athletic build and short blond hair. He was a bricklayer.

Like Paul and I, the two of them had been mates since school and had come to Kavos with the soul intention of pulling a rapid succession of girls whose few inhibitions had been swept away by a few glasses of Babycham.

It was two or three in the morning and Jase was bemoaning the absence of anything remotely approaching the definition of female.

Paul said, "Yeah. It's like being in fuckin' prison. Except that we paid 400 quid for the privilege of being here."

"There must be like five thousand guys here on holiday - and maybe three girls,” replied Jase.

"Pity we're not gay,” Willows grinned. “It'd have been like coming to heaven."

I smiled, but shook my head, "I don't think many gay guys would like being around five thousand straight guys. I mean, it would get kind of frustrating."

Willows chuckled, "5,000 straight guys with one thing or their minds. Most of us are so fuckin' horny, we wouldn't be too fussy about what we were screwing."

Paul surprised me by laughing too. He said, "Too fuckin' right. Come to think of it, a few gay guys might come in useful round here."

Then he repeated the joke he'd made earlier when we'd been alone.

He turned to me and said, "It'd save us fuckin' each others' arses, wouldn't it, Daz?"

I smiled and curtly replied, "I ain't gonna shag anyone's arse, Paul."

The topic was dropped until we went up to Jase and Willows' room at about four in the morning. They'd been out to an off-license that afternoon and bought four crates of Mythos, the local beer.

We slouched around on their twin beds, drinking and exchanging stories of London and Manchester, enjoying a fresh breeze wafting through the open balcony doors.

At one point, Willows surprised us by saying, "I really wanted to cop tonight. I'm so fuckin' horny I could put an 'ole in the ceilin'."

Paul chuckled. At first, I didn't know exactly what was meant. Then I saw he was gesturing to the front of his white shorts, in which the hard rod of his erection was clearly visible.

Jase said, "The papers reckoned there were loads of girls with their tits out, givin' head in the bars and stuff."

Paul shrugged, "We know. Why do you think we came?"

Willows joked, "Well, I'll give you some…if you'll give me some.”

Paul laughed and that was as far as it went that night.

On the way back to our hotel, we saw a couple that was obviously having sex in the back alley behind one of the bars. Even though it was still dark and they were partially obscured behind one of the rubbish skips, it seemed pretty clear that there was a guy screwing a girl up against the wall.

I laughed, "At least someone's getting a bit of pussy."

Paul lingered, watching them. I tried to pull him away.

"Come on, mate. Leave them to it," I urged.

He said, "Hey, it's the nearest thing we're gonna get to some action tonight. You can't blame me for prolonging the moment."

I watched what was going on for a few seconds. But, I was soon bored at seeing a guy's arse bucking in and out behind the skip. I pulled Paul by the arm again, laughing, "Come on, you sick fuck."

At that moment, the guy took a couple of steps backward. His shorts were around his ankles and his erection, curving upwards, was clearly visible in the orange glow of the streetlight. He pulled off his condom and threw it down to the ground. Then, in an act that seemed a bit odd, he spat on his fingers and rubbed up and down his arse cleft with them. He did it again, this time working his fingers into his arsehole. I glanced at Paul. He was staring at the guy, as bemused as I by this unusual turn of events.

Suddenly, the guy disappeared behind the skip and another guy emerged. Like the first, his shorts were around his ankles and his cock poked upright in front of him. Its size was quite outstanding: it was just as curved as the first guy's had been, but it looked much longer and thicker.

Paul whispered, "There's two of them going at her. Maybe they'll let us join in."

The guy down the alleyway turned to look at us. He called out, "Hey, fuck off!"

"Jesus, sorry," Paul quickly replied.

The guy went on, "We're not exactly over the fuckin' moon to be doing this. We don't need a fuckin' audience..."

I flushed with embarrassment. I felt like a pervert intruding on their fun.

Paul stammered, "Hey, we're just curious."

The other guy emerged, shouting, "Who the fuck's that?"

This was going from bad to worse. The noise was bound to attract the attention of people in nearby hotels. Worse still, I expected the girl would follow him and raise the volume level even further, compounding our discomfort.

The other guy took a look at us, his cock still arching upwards from his crotch like a branch, and said, "Like you two aren't at it. Like everyone here isn't."

Paul said, laughing a little to ease the tension, "We can't get any, mate. That's the problem."

The guy with the bigger cock turned to his mate. He nodded and they grinned at each other. Then he said, "Well come down here and we'll give you some."

Paul smiled back, "Yeah?"

Both the guys laughed, "Fuckin' yeah. Why not, if you're so curious?"

Paul turned to me and I threw him a mistrustful look. The chances were that these guys were up for a fight with us for disturbing their fun with a girl. But, Paul shrugged dismissively, as if I was being over-cautious.

He turned back to them. "Are you guys being serious?" Paul asked.

They nodded. Big cock said, "Yeah. What the hell." He pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper open.

As Paul walked down the alleyway towards them, the guy unfurled the condom down his large engorged cock. I followed Paul. I didn't have a good feeling about this. Paul was pissed and horny. I knew from past experience when he got himself into this state, he was liable to get himself into a lot of trouble for listening to his dick rather than his head.

When we reached the rubbish skip, Paul looked behind it. "Where's the girl?" he asked.

The smaller guy grunted, "Huh?"

Paul looked confused and muttered, "You guys were fucking a girl?"

The guy with the big cock wanked the condom up and down his length a little, restoring it to full stiffness. He laughed, "In case you hadn't noticed, Einstein, there are about three girls here. And, two of them are already hitched up."

The other guy chuckled, "Girls are a fuckin' luxury, mate."

I realised what was going on and tried to pull Paul away.

He resisted and waved me off. "Who were you fucking then?" he demanded.

The guy with the big cock laughed more loudly, "Jesus, do I 'ave to draw you fuckin' diagrams or something?"

Paul looked bewildered.

The guy said, "I take it you're new arrivals." Then turned to his friend. "Should we show him, Steve? Show him how to fuck the Kavos way?"

Steve grinned and spat on his fingers again. Smearing his slaver around his own arsehole, he looked at me and said, "Watch and learn, mate. This is the only action you guys are gonna get while you're here."

He turned to face the wall and bent forwards, his hands splayed against the back door of a club. His arse pointed outwards, the hairy cleft open and wet with his strings of his spit. The other guy walked up behind him and pressed his huge cock against his mate's hole. He pushed a little way in and Steve gasped.

Paul moaned, "Oh, Jesus..."

The guy pushed harder and an inch of his cock slid into Steve's arse. Paul turned to me with a look of shock. I threw him a similar gesture and then looked back at the cock sliding into Steve's arse. In less than ten seconds, more than half of it was inside the other man.

Steve looked back at us over his shoulder and said, his voice only slightly affected by his situation, "This is what Kavos does to you. A week here and we're both taking cock like a couple of lifelong queers."

His mate laughed and bent over his body. He wrapped his arms around his friend's chest and pressed himself close, his chin against the back of Steve's neck. Then he started humping him, drawing his cock in and out in long, slow strokes. I looked at his arse, bobbing up and down as he fucked the other man, and saw, like Steve's, the cleft was hairy and wet.

He turned to see me staring at it and laughed, "Just 'cos it's wide open from his cock, don't think it's a chance to get a freebie. Any guy who fucks me has to get a pretty long taste of my cock up his own arse. Ain't that right, Stevie boy?"

Steve said wearily, "Fuckin' tell me about it."

I noticed that, despite his supposed boredom at it being his turn to be fucked, his own cock was still fully hard as it bobbed around between his legs. We left them at it, the guy with the big cock starting to grunt and pant as he fucked the other man's arse more roughly and hurriedly. Paul almost had to be pulled away.

We didn't say anything as we walked back to our room.

In fact, Paul only said one thing to me before we slept. He asked, "Would you go for that, having a guy fuck you if he let you fuck him?"

"No," I said.

Paul nodded, "Me, neither."

Ten minutes after I'd put the light out, I heard Paul masturbating in his bed. The bed frame squeaked rhythmically. There were occasional telltale slaps of palm against cock.

I thought, "Oh, shit. This is going to take half an hour." I'd shared a room with Paul many times before. I knew he wasn't exactly a fast mover when it came to wanking.

But, he came within just two minutes of starting. It was so fast that I thought he must be sneezing or something, until the characteristic smell of his semen wafted over me.

I turned over and went to sleep as he wiped himself off with his underwear.

*****

On the beach the next day, Paul told Jase and Willows what we'd seen on the way back to our hotel. They weren't as freaked out by the revelation as I thought they would be.

Willows even made the joke, "Well, it worked for us last thing. Didn't it, Jase? And it helped shift my constipation."

Jase said, "Don't even fuckin' joke about it. It's gross."

Paul shook his head, "I dunno. Those guys last night seemed to be enjoying it."

"Come on, Paul," I interjected. "Guys are supposed to shit through their arses. They're not supposed to get fucked through them."

Willows kept his joke running, “If there's nothing else on offer, second best is better than nothing at all." He put his hand on Jase's bare thigh and fluttered his eyelids at him. "Isn't that right, darling?"

Jase pushed him off. "I didn't come to Kavos to take turns playing Arthur and Martha with you, Willows." Then he smiled, "I mean…we get enough of that back at home."

I wondered if Paul would want to push things further. He seemed very interested by what we'd seen. So, I glanced over at him. I immediately noticed that the front of his swimming trunks had swollen outwards, as if his cock was struggling to lengthen in the tight confines.

He saw what I was looking at and stood up. Walking towards the sea, he muttered, "I'm going for a swim, guys."

And so the topic died a death again.

But, Paul returned to it that night…repeatedly. Whichever bar we went into, he'd look around trying to spot the two guys who we'd caught screwing in the alleyway.

Jase grinned over at me at one point and said, "Hey, is your mate always so fascinated by queers?"

I smiled back. "Can't say I've noticed it before."

Paul said, "Hey - pardon me for having never seen guys fuck and finding it a bit weird. Just 'cos you guys are totally comfortable with it..."

Willows laughed, "If you spot them, Paul, point them out to me. I could do with a good fuck tonight!"

"You'll have to join the fucking queue," Paul laughed back.

Jase looked towards me and raised his eyebrows. I just shrugged.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Paul spotted one of them in a restaurant as we walked between bars.

Willows was clearly very interested. "Christ, you wouldn't think he'd be up for gay stuff, would you? He looks totally straight," he remarked.

I said, "He probably is totally straight. He just needed a shag and there aren't any women around."

Jase looked disgusted. "Yeah, but you wouldn't shag another guy's arse, would you? I mean you'd have to be desperate," he said.

"It's a hole, Willows shrugged. “If it was dark and you were pissed enough you might not care."

Jase threw him a surprised look. "I'm locking myself in the bathroom to sleep tonight, mate."

A few hours later, I spotted the other guy from the alleyway and pointed him out to the group.

Paul said, "He's with another bloke. D'you think they're gonna go and fuck each other?"

"How the hell would I know?" I laughed.

Jase replied, maybe intending a joke, "I thought the other guy looked upset when we saw him earlier. He must have been dumped."

Paul shook his head, "Nah. That's the best part of it. They weren't playing at being couples. It was just trade-off between them. Kind of like, 'You can fuck me, if I can fuck you'. Nothin' emotional in it."

I asked, "What do you mean, 'the best part of it'?"

Paul went a little red. "I dunno,” he said sheepishly. “I just meant that if two straight guys had sex together it would be purely sexual. They wouldn't have to pretend that there was more to it than that, or make promises or anything."

"Yeah, Willows nodded in agreement. “You guys must see the appeal of that. Another guy wouldn't behave like most girls I've screwed. You wouldn't be thinking, 'Oh shit, what am I going to say if I see her tomorrow? What's she gonna do if she sees me with another girl?’”

I began to find the succession of bars and clubs we were passing through less and less enjoyable. I noticed a strange atmosphere in them that I guess I'd subconsciously picked up on the previous night, but hadn't really been able to pinpoint. As the night went on, the men around us were getting increasingly tense and aggressive. Sometimes this manifested itself in fighting and violence. There were countless examples of that. But, sometimes it was subtler.

Horseplay among any group of pissed men is always a given. What was happening here seemed strange. Goosing was almost universal. Ball-grabbing almost equally prevalent. You'd always expect a bit of that. But, here in Kavos guys' hands seemed to linger on other guys' arses and crotches for longer than I'd ever noticed before.

Wherever we went, men were mock-fighting or shouting facetious insults. Again, it hadn't struck me as odd on the first night. But, now I took more notice. So many times a guy would jump on his mate's back and hump his arse through their jeans and shorts. Or, in a scuffle between two lads, which I would have ignored on the first night, I now saw that they were trying to push each other's faces down into their crotches. The crowd would laugh at these bizarre displays by laughing uproariously and shouting, "Take it like a man!" and "Up his fuckin' arse!"

It really hit home when I was using the gents at the back of a bar late on the third evening. Paul and I had unintentionally split up from Jase and Willows. The small, dimly lit restroom was crowded with men. I felt awkward and wanted to use a cubicle. It seemed they were all locked. Before I could turn and get out of there, I was pushed forward to the urinal. I realised that all the other men standing alongside me had full erections or were at half-mast, like me. Some were making jokes about morning woodies or how difficult it was to piss through a stiffie.

One guy at the far end was making jabbing thrusts into the air with a full-on cock that looked as thick as his wrist. He mumbled stuff about needing a pussy in front of him.

The atmosphere was thick and sexual. The room was heavy with urgent male arousal. The overwhelming smell of piss, sweat and alcohol seemed to intensify it. By the time I'd finished pissing, my cock was fully hard and the yellow stream gave way to a gentle ooze of precum that hung in a wavering string.

I looked at the other guys' cocks and found them in similar throbbing states of erectness. Everyone looked around. Each man compared his size with those of his differently proportioned neighbors.

The guy on the right of me was wearing an Arsenal football shirt and had a cock about three inches longer than mine. It hung outwards from his white shorts with a downward curve. It was too fat and too heavy to stand fully upright on its own.

He grinned at me and said, "What I'd give for a blow job."

The guy to my left replied, "What would you give?"

I turned toward him. He was shorter than me, but looked as rough as a pit bull. His dark brown hair was cut short against his scalp and his eyes peered at the Arsenal fan's cock with malevolent suspicion. Tattoos were scrawled across his flesh.

"Oh, I dunno,” the Arsenal fan laughed. “Maybe a blowjob in return."

The sentence hung in the air between them, somewhere between a question and a statement.

Pit bull leered. He wanked his cock gently. It was short, maybe five inches long, and as thin as a marker pen. But, in his dirty, tattooed hand it had an air of menace.

The cubicle door behind us swung open and three men came out. Another guy tried to get in. Pit bull, with his cock still poking stiffly out of his jeans, got in the way and pushed him aside. He disappeared into the stall. The Arsenal fan followed. Before they could close the door, two other men pushed their way in. They said something and pit bull asked if they had 'johnnies'.

I pushed my cock into my trousers and turned to leave the toilets. As I walked past the open cubicle, I saw the four of men standing in a circle, their stiff cocks poking out from their jeans and shorts. As they agreed on their terms, the door began to close.

I got quite a surprise as a guy came up behind me and rubbed his erection into my arse. Becoming apprehensive, I turned to him. He smiled, "You wanna fuck?" He sounded Scottish and looked about 18-years old. I just stared at him.

He laughed, "A fuck for a fuck…a suck for a suck."

I shook my head, "No, no…sorry." I quickly left the toilets.

When I got back to Paul I told him about what had happened. He wanted to know exactly where the toilets were. He'd been to some different toilets in the same club - marked as female. Since there were so few here, they were used by everyone. Paul hadn't found the one I'd been in.

About five minutes later, he disappeared. I couldn't find him for over half an hour. I suspected he'd gone to visit to the gents to see what was going on for himself. I didn't want to return to them to find out.

On the way back to our room that night he asked, "What do you think it would feel like to have a guy suck your dick, Daz?"

I went quiet for a minute and then replied, "Look, Paul, I don't want to know. Okay?"

He nodded.

When we got back, he didn't masturbate. This time, the strong smell of his cum hit me as he pulled off his trousers. The front of his boxers were still damp.

I said mildly, "It looks like you came in your pants."

"Nah. It's some guy's spit," he grinned.

I didn't laugh. So, he laughed for me, "Just fuckin' joking, Daz! No need to get so fuckin' hung up!"

I turned off the light.

*****

The next day, while we were having breakfast with Jase and Willows in one of the tavernas, Paul urged me to recount our experiences.

"Go on, Daz, “ he said. “Tell them about the toilet in that bar. Tell them."

I waved him off, "No. You tell them. You were in there longer than I was."

"I didn't go anywhere near it!" he snorted. It was obvious he was lying. He was so bad at fibbing. He even blushed a little.

"Guys were trading blow jobs and stuff,” I offered. “Maybe more…I dunno."

Willows laughed, "That's nothing compared to what we saw." He looked at Jase, "Should I tell him?"

Jase shrugged, "I dunno."

Paul was eager to hear the full details. So, Jase continued, "We were trying to find you two and walked down towards Madison’s. Halfway there, in that big car park near the beach, some guys were fighting. We just avoided them. But, then the crowd around them started shouting, "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him," and stuff like that." He looked at Jase. "You saw it first, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Jase nodded. "I thought they were like wrestlin' or somethin'."

"One of the guys had got the other on the ground," Willows continued. "But, instead of laying into him, like you'd expect, he yanked the back of the guy's shorts down and pulled out his own cock to slap the guy's arse with it."

Paul almost fell off his chair. "Then what happened?" he gasped.

Jase chuckled, "What do you think?"

Paul was agog. "What? He got fucked? Right there in the car park?" he asked.

Willows looked ecstatic. "Yeah! Right up his shitter!" he claimed.

Paul looked at me, his eyes wide and mouth grinning. "Jesus!"

"So, you guys think it's really funny that a guy was raped?" I asked flatly.

Willows waved his hand dismissively, "He was fuckin' lovin' it. He was laughin' while he was being screwed. We could hear him saying, “You owe me big time for this, Macca. You owe me a shag with your bird when we get back home'."

"I thought you said they were fighting." I said.

"They were only messin',” said Willows. You know how guys are when they're pissed."

Jase finished, "…and horny."

The three of them chuckled.

I said to Jase, "I thought you said you found that kind of stuff disgusting?"

"It didn't look that bad,” he shrugged. “Not as bad as I thought it would. Different to what I'm used to, I guess. But, not disgusting."

Willows laughed, "We're discovering a new dimension to our friendship."

Jase grinned and mock-punched him. "Fuck off!” he cried. “I'm not saying I wanna try it, I'm just saying it didn't creep me out like I thought it would."

Paul nodded, "Yeah, that's what I thought the other night when we saw those guys in the alley."

*****

Over the next few afternoons on the beach, I noticed more and more the number of men who were developing erections inside their trunks. I guess it had been happening since we got there. But, it must have taken me a few days to tune into it. Among the four of us, Paul was the one who seemed to throw stiffies most frequently.

I let it go a few times. But, when he seemed to be sporting wood regularly and unashamedly inside his already tight-fitting Speedos, I had to make a joke about it.

He was lying on his back, the crotch of his trunks pointing upwards like a pyramid. I said something about being able to tell we were nearer the equator by the length of the shadow from Paul's cock.

He didn't even look my way. He just muttered, "So, fuck if I bone-up now and then. I ain't gettin' any oats. It's gonna happen."

Willows grinned at me and shrugged, "If you're gonna jip Paul about it, it's gonna take you a while to do the same to every other guy on the beach who has a horn-on."

Even Jase commented, "There aren't many girls, if you hadn't noticed, Daz. Wanking's okay for a couple of nights. But, the beast soon gets restless."

Willows and Paul chuckled. Paul's cock seemed to swell ever further inside his Speedos.

I noticed that Willows liked to get a good look at Paul's rigid mound. Paul seemed to enjoy letting him. Willows would sprout his own fairly often, though not as frequently as Paul. It looked large and thick inside his swimming shorts.

Even Jase threw the occasional hard-on. To be honest, so did I. Some afternoons, the atmosphere on the beach became similar, though far diluted, to the atmosphere in the toilets on that third night. So many men wandering around with erections inside their trunks seemed to fuel a mass sensation of sexual tension. And, the more men that got stiff, the more intense the feeling became.

I'd never known anything like it. It wasn't like the way I feel when I'm walking a girl home and I know there's a screw in store for me at the end of the stroll. It was rougher, more carnal. It was an enveloping sense of urgent masculine lust.

"So many cocks. Not enough pussies," Jase commented one afternoon when the four of us and everyone around seemed to be hard.

"…but, plenty of arseholes," Paul had added, amidst laughter.

About five days in, Paul's afternoon beach hard-on became so insistent that it lasted until we got back to our room to shower. Jase and Willows were with us. The four of us were virtually living together in our two rooms by this stage.

Paul was making comments all through the walk back, "Still there. Yep. Still fucking there. Yeah, he's not going away." The three of us chuckled.

When we got back to the room, Willows said, "Come on then, mate. Let's see it. We've heard so fuckin' much about it."

Paul became a little coy. "No! You'll laugh," he cried.

Willows grinned, "No we won't, you tosser. We've seen it inside your trunks all fuckin' week anyway."

"It's not as big as yours, I know," Paul said.

Willows grinned more broadly, "Few men come close."

There were jokes about how Paul would know the size of Willows' cock and why Willows was the expert on penis size. Finally, Paul pulled off his trunks. His cock bobbed out in front of him. It looked red and sore from its afternoon of confinement. It was about six inches long and arched upwards into the air. The foreskin was fully retracted, exposing the dark purple head. His balls swung around below it, in their bush of light brown hair, as he threw his trunks towards his wardrobe.

The three of just stared at his erection and Paul went a little red. He smiled, "And for that free peep show, I'm getting the first shower."

There was instant uproar because hot water in the hotel seemed in very short supply. If you filled the sink to shave, it seemed to exhaust the boiler.

Paul got in first, with Willows in hot pursuit. He was shouted, "You've got two minutes. Then, I'm coming in, mate."

Jase called out, "We should have the shower first. Not you. It’d be compensation for having to look at your disgusting cock."

Paul called out, "Fuck you!"

Willows pulled down his swimming shorts. Even though it was limp, his cock was as long as Paul's and thicker.

I called out, "Watch out, Paul, here comes King fuckin' Dong," as Willows walked into the bathroom.

There was laughter from inside. Then, Willows said something derogatory about Paul's arse. The two of them started taking the piss out of each other, amused at how insulting they could get. Their laughter sounded amplified in the confines of the bathroom.

Jase went out onto the balcony. He looked across to a balcony of the hotel opposite, on which a guy was sitting and smoking.

He said, "He's the only guy who I've seen fucking a girl this whole week."

I laughed. "How did you see that?"

"The other night. Here,” he said. “You must have been too pissed to remember. He left the balcony doors open and he was fucking her in his room."

"You sure it was a girl?" I asked.

"Yeah. She had tits."

"Man-tits?" I guessed.

"She was a fuckin' girl,” he smiled. “I haven't been here so long that I don't know the difference, mate."

"You should have told me. That's rare sight around here. That’d be 500 points in my Kavos I-Spy book."

He didn't smile. Maybe he didn't know that series of children's books.

He went on, "The three of us watched them at it. It was a bit sad for us, you know. We were feeling a bit nostalgic, I guess."

I smiled and then he said, "What the fuck are those two doing in there?"

The noise from the bathroom had died down. He walked into the room and I followed him. Pulling down his shorts and kicking them off, I saw that his cock was similar to mine. It was about four or five inches limp, with a long foreskin that completely covered the head.

He walked into the bathroom, paused, and then called out in a slightly shocked voice, "What the fuck were you two doing?"

There was an immediate joint reply of, "Nothing!"

"You were fuckin' wanking each other off,” Jase shouted. “For fuck's sake, we've only two more nights here. Can't you fucking wait?"

Paul said defensively, "We were just washing each other's dicks."

Willows giggled, "Yeah. You know, as you do..."

Jase seemed appalled. "For God's sake, you guys," he cried

The two of them got out from the shower and Jase got in.

They came out of the bathroom, slightly shamefaced. Their subsiding erections clearly were visible underneath their towels.

Paul looked at me as he got dressed and I undressed for my shower. He muttered, "You won't say anything about this? I mean, when we get home?"

I smiled, "Come on, mate. Of course, I fuckin' won't."

He smiled back.

On the way out, as I locked the door of the room with Jase - Paul and Willows having gone on ahead of us - he said to me, "You know, I shouldn't have done that."

"What?" I asked.

"I shouldn't have had a go at them for wanking each other off in the shower."

I checked that the door was properly locked and we walked down the corridor.

I asked, "Were they actually wanking each other?"

He smiled, "Yeah. Another minute and the floor of the shower would have a bit slimy. I guess it's natural to want to get our rocks off any way we can. We're all here, feeling horny, desperate for a shag."

I nodded, "Yeah. If they want to do that kind of thing, it's fine by me. I couldn't care what they get up to."

He said, speaking slowly as if choosing his words carefully, "Maybe the... er... four of us should...you know."

I turned to look at him. I think my eyes must have been wide, like I was horrified. Actually, I was just surprised.

He finished, "I mean, the four of us should meet up when we get back. Swap phone numbers and stuff."

I smiled, "Yeah. Yeah. That'd be cool."

When we got back from what passed as the Kavos nightlife it was about five in the morning. We sat in our room. Jase and Willows were drinking cheap Greek beer and listening to the distant beat from the last remaining club.

Willows said, suddenly, "I saw a girl on her own in that last club we were in."

Jase looked amazed. "Why didn't you say something?" he asked.

Willows shrugged and grinned. "I wasn't that interested. I'd had a session in the toilets with a guy with a ten-inch dick. I was all spent up for one night,” he explained without hesitation.

Jase looked irritated at Willows’ attempts at humour. "Okay, smart-arse, why didn't you tell one of us?"

Willows threw him a salacious smirk. "I was saving you guys for later,” he grinned.

Jase looked pissed off.

Paul was out on the balcony watching the clubbers stagger back from their nights out. He rushed in eagerly.

He said, "You've gotta see this guys. You know that guy who we saw shagging a girl the other night? He's at it again. But, this time he's fucking a guy!”

The three of us got up. I muttered, "It's probably another girl. Where the fuck does he find them?"

Paul shook his head. "It's a bloke. He's got a cock,” he insisted. “They were taking turns sucking each other off when I noticed them."

Jase laughed, "Wow! Even Mister Big Cock has to take it both ways sometimes in Kavos!"

We went out onto the balcony and peered across the gap between the buildings, picking out his room from the many others. It looked like it might be true. He was inside the room, balcony doors open, standing behind someone who was bent in front of him. He held on at the hips and fucked quickly.

I said, "It could be a girl."

Paul shook his head, "The person getting fucked has a cock like a donkey."

"You can't see it," someone said.

"Yeah. But, I did before I called you guys out.” Paul said. “It's a guy. I'd swear my fuckin' life on it."

Just then, the guy pulled out from his partner and squeezed something onto his hand. The other person stood up and turned to face him. His huge cock swung out in front of him like a pole.

Jase laughed, "Jesus. It's a guy, alright!"

The guy whose room it was, bent over the bed, assuming the same position of the man whom he'd just fucked. He rubbed something into his arse and the other man walked up behind him. The huge rod of the other man's cock slowly disappeared into his arse.

Willows yelped, "Ahh…that's gonna hurt in the morning!"

Paul moaned, "Ooh. He could shit a fuckin' baby after takin' that."

We watched them have sex in silence for about fifteen minutes. They swapped positions frequently, one man got about two minutes of fucking and then the other man stood up to take his turn. It looked cold and methodical. It seemed passionless.

It was so different from my own experiences of sex that I found it impossible to look away. The other guys were clearly experiencing the same sense of irresistible allure. Willows had to adjust his cock a couple of times. I was going to make a comment about it, but since mine had grown painfully hard within the first couple of minutes of watching the pair, I thought better of it.

When the first man came, his thrusting became a frenzy as he unloaded his semen. Paul mumbled, "Jesus."

We watched as the other man took his place and relieved himself into the other's arse.

Willows said, distractedly, "It's like they're wanking, but using each other to get off."

I said, not sure whether I believed it, "I'd rather stick to my hand."

Jase watched the man as he pulled out and removed his condom. "I dunno, maybe…” he muttered. “I just dunno."

Then he seemed to remember himself and said, "Come on, Willows. The show's over. We’d better hit the road."

After the two of them had gone, Paul and I stripped down to our boxers. We glanced over at each other and found that we were both as hard as hell, making tents with small wet patches in our shorts. We threw small smiles to each other.

As he got into bed, Paul said, "I'm gonna need to wank. No women for five days... my nuts are bustin'."

I nodded, "I know what you mean."

So, the two of us masturbated in our squeaky beds, laughing at first about how loud it sounded.

About five minutes in, Paul asked, "I know I asked you the other night, but what do you really think about trading sex with another guy? I mean, letting him fuck you, if he'd let you fuck him?"

Neither of us missed a beat. Our hands worked at our dicks to almost the same rhythm.

After a few seconds, I replied, "I dunno."

"Neither do I,” he said.

*****

Our last full day at Kavos was pretty much the same as all the others. We woke up at noon and took a quick shower, hoping the water would stay vaguely warm. Then, we went around to wake up Jase and Willows, who were usually still asleep. We ate a full English breakfast in one of the tavernas. Spent four hours on the beach. Then we went back to our hotel to change and to go out for the night.

It seemed to be the routine that most of the lads staying at the resort had settled into.

The only thing that distinguished that day was what happened after we'd gone back to our room after the clubs had grown dull. We knew the ropes pretty well by then. It was obvious none of us had a cat-in-hell's chance of pulling. So, we stocked up on copious amounts of booze to while away the post-club hours.

That night we'd bought a few bottles of dirt-cheap vodka. Unfortunately, it didn't mix too well with the beer we'd had in the Kavos bars and the four of us were soon so pissed that we could hardly stand up.

We arsed around doing all sorts of the stuff that pissed lads do, most of which I can't remember. I vaguely remember fun fighting with Jase on Paul's bed and throwing a pair of Paul's boxer shorts over the balcony at some lads who were walking home.

Other than that, it's a blur. Maybe we saw the guy in the room opposite shagging another of his conquests. But, I don't think so.

We must have settled down at about six in the morning. The four of us collapsed around the room on the beds and chairs. I think Jase tried to at least go through the motions of walking back to sleep in his own bed. But, he was so pissed that he couldn't open the door. The rest of us just watched him and giggled.

I must have drifted off to sleep while Paul and Willows were talking. Jase was slumped unconsciously on my bed. So, I took one of the chairs. It wasn't that comfortable, but I couldn't be bothered to kick him off my bed. At some point while they were chatting, I think I nodded off.

The next thing I remember, it must have been an hour or so later. I awoke feeling really thirsty. I walked to the bathroom door. It was closed. I glanced around the room to see who wasn't there. That way, I could work out who it was in the bathroom. If it were Paul, I'd barge in. He wouldn't care if I walked in on him taking a crap or something. We'd seen it all before. But, if it was Jase or Willows, I'd have to risk waking everyone up by knocking.

It was then that I realised that both Paul and Willows weren't in the room with me. I put my ear to the bathroom door and heard a gentle rhythmic sound. It was a wet sound, almost like someone chewing, with occasional soft slapping noises. There was a groan. It sounded like Willows.

I pulled back and thought, "Willows is having a wank in there. So where's Paul?"

I'd noticed since day one that the door lock on the bathroom door was broken. The dial, which should have read "Vacant" and "Engaged", or their Greek equivalents, was missing. So, there was a hole below the door handle. It hadn't struck me as anything significant. Like I said, Paul and I were comfortable enough with each other not to bother locking the bathroom door. But now, I was grateful for the opportunity it presented.

I knelt down and looked through the hole. I saw Paul's face bobbing in and out from Willows' crotch. Willows' shorts and underwear had been pulled down. His cock looked larger and thicker than I would have imagined possible. His meat curved upwards from a dense bush of blond pubic hair. His equally hefty balls swung beneath it in time with Paul's face.

I thought, "Oh my God. Paul is sucking Willows' cock!"

I really couldn't believe it. I'd known Paul for years. Although that week he'd seemed intrigued by the idea of gay sex, I never seriously expected to find him having sex with another man. I wondered if maybe Paul was bisexual. But, then I remembered what he'd said earlier in the week about how good it would be to have sex with other straight men as neither man would want commitment. And, I remembered Willows' jokes, betraying his own obvious fascination. As straight guys go, they were well matched!

At that point, Paul stood up. For a couple of seconds his cock poked upwards against Willows'. As I'd observed a couple of days earlier, Paul's was much smaller - a good two inches shorter and much thinner. I wondered if he felt a little inadequate in front of Willows' larger cock. I wondered also if such comparisons caused problems in gay relationships.

Almost immediately, Willows fell to his knees and I saw the side of his face as his mouth engulfed Paul's cock. He feasted on it, pulling his face away and thrusting it inwards with long, rapid strokes. I even saw his right hand reach up and play with Paul's balls as his mouth did its thing. Willows was obviously totally comfortable with the idea of sucking another guy's cock.

A voice inside my head said, "And why not? It's the same equipment as he's got himself. He knows exactly what to do with it."

"But it's disgusting," I responded. "It's another man's knob inside your mouth."

My internal voice replied, "But, just a couple of minutes later, it's yours inside his. You know how good a mouth on your cock feels. Does it make any difference if it's some pissed guy's mouth as opposed to some pissed girl's?"

I felt my cock stirring inside my boxer shorts. The possibility was intriguing.

Willows pulled back from Paul's cock and looked up at him.

He asked, "Just say ‘no’ if you don't want to, right. But, would you let me fuck you, if I let you fuck me?"

Paul was already whispering, "Shhh! For fuck's sake, you'll wake them up."

Willows grinned. "Sorry,” he said as he pulled one of Paul's pubic hairs from his mouth.

Paul surprised me by saying, "We'd have to wear condoms."

He was actually considering it. I hadn't expected him to say anything but an outright ‘no’. But then, I hadn't expected to find Paul taking turns to sucking cock with another guy in the bathroom.

Willows nodded, "Yeah, of course."

He stood up and their cocks poked into each other again.

Paul said what I was already thinking, "Yours is pretty big. I dunno if I'll be able to take it."

Willows paused briefly and offered, "I'll try and fuck you first. If it hurts too much, we'll forget it."

"Yeah, okay."

They didn't touch each other or kiss or do any of the other things I'd regard as standard when I'm preparing to have sex with a girl. I kind of liked the fact they didn't. It was sex purely for the sake of mutual relief rather than for any pretended expression of attraction. My cock was now semi-hard. I felt a little uncomfortable to have got into this state as a result of finding Paul and Willows getting it on together. But, it was happening, nonetheless.

Paul asked, "If I can't take it, do you wanna just wank each other off?"

"I'd prefer to suck again. Maybe we could get down on the floor and sixty-nine or something."

Paul's cock lurched upwards in his excitement. "Yeah. That sounds good," he exclaimed.

I loved the fact they were talking so openly about sex. It was a similar scenario to that I'd seen in the toilets. It was almost like a business transaction; two men were stating their preferences and negotiating on what they would be prepared to do to the other to achieve their own relief.

Paul moved towards the door. "I've got some condoms in my suitcase," he said.

I realised I might get caught spying and turned to crawl as quickly as I could towards the chair I'd been sleeping on. As Paul opened the bathroom door and light flooded out, I was halfway across the room. Fortunately, he spent a couple of seconds fumbling with the pull-cord of the bathroom light, trying to turn it off. He didn't see me clambering across the room on all fours in the weak dawn light coming through the balcony doors.

I accidentally nudged into Jase, who groaned in his drunken sleep. Luckily, by the time Paul had come out from the bathroom, I was slouched in the chair as if deeply asleep.

He walked over to his suitcase on the floor of the wardrobe and unzipped it as quietly as he could. I discretely opened an eye and saw that he'd pulled his boxer shorts back up. The front of them were poking outwards with the rod of his stiff cock. The anticipation of what he was about to do was clearly exciting him.

He pulled out a pack of condoms and a tube of lube, and walked back to the bathroom. He closed the door as quietly as he could. I heard the light click on and saw its glow in the hole in the door.

Willows said something and Paul laughed loudly, causing Jase to groan in his sleep again.

I thought, "Oh fuck. Don't wake up, for Christ's sake. I've got to see them doing this."

Willows called out, "Bend over, big boy!" and cackled. Paul shushed him, but it was too late. Jase turned over, muttered something and then sat up.

I thought, "Oh, you stupid fucking bastards! Why couldn't you just keep it quiet in there?"

He looked over at me and I closed my eyes tightly.

After a few seconds, I opened one eye cautiously and saw that he was looking around the room, no doubt going through the same thought processes as I had done a few minutes earlier.

Paul’s voice rang out quite clearly from the bathroom, "If I say pull it out, you've got to, okay?"

Willows replied, "Actually, I thought I might butt-rape you." Then he laughed, "Come on, Paul. What do you think I am? Of course, I'll pull it out, you stupid dork."

Paul said something else and Jase stared at the bathroom door, no doubt wondering what the hell was going on in there. He looked over at me again. I feigned sleeping. Jase then got up and walked over to the door.

I thought, "Shit, he's going to walk in on them. He’ll disturb them and make a scene like he did when they were wanking." But, he didn't. Just as I had done, he knelt down and peered through the hole below the door handle.

At that moment, Paul gasped, "For Christ's sake, slower."

Willows laughed, "Sorry. I'm a bit impatient.”

There was silence for a few seconds and then Paul gasped again. Willows said, "You okay? Do you need to take a crap or something, before we get started?"

Paul chuckled, "No. I was gasping in surprise. That actually felt quite good."

I saw Jase's hand go down to the front of his shorts, his eye straining to get closer to the small bright hole.

Paul sighed again. Willows said, "I'm about halfway in. Is that okay?"

"Yeah. It feels good,” Paul said. My cock's stiff as hell."

"I'm gonna start fucking you,” Willows warned. “Tell me if it hurts."

Paul gasped again and there was the distinct sound of a fart.

Willows giggled, "Sorry, mate. I came out. I'll try again."

There was a pause and Paul gave long groan, full of either pleasure or pain.

Jase glanced over at me and I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, he was hitching down his shorts and releasing his stiff cock from his briefs. Its size was similar to my own. It was halfway between Paul's thin six-incher and Willow's engorged monster.

He returned his eye to the hole in the door and started slowly masturbating. His left hand grabbed his balls quite tightly and his right hand worked at his cock. His eye peered in at the two men in the bathroom, his tongue darting out of his mouth occasionally to lick at his lips. The sounds from inside made it clear he was watching his friend fuck mine.

His hand grew faster on his cock following the developing rhythm of Paul and Willow's gasps and grunts from behind the door.

Then he stopped and I realised Paul and Willows had too.

Paul whispered, "Chuck it in the loo. But, don't flush it 'til we've used the others."

Then, Willows asked, "How many have you got?"

Paul replied, "Two more. I only pulled one packet from my suitcase."

"Okay. You cum in my arse,” said Willows. “I'll fuck you again with the last one."

"Yeah, I guess,” conceded Paul. “But, you've got to let me take my time inside you…to make it fair."

Willows chuckled.

As they repositioned themselves, Willows asked, "Have you ever done this with Daz?"

"Nah."

"You think he'd be up for it?"

"I dunno,” said Paul. “I've wondered about it all week. But we're good mates. We have to see each other a lot when we get back to England. It might mess things up between us."

Willows considered this and then asked, "Do you think he'd be up for it with me?"

"I dunno. I think he's desperate for a shag just as we are. So, maybe."

Then Willows grunted, "Fuckin' hell, you could have warned me!"

"Sorry. I just kind of saw an opening and went for it," Paul explained.

The grunting and gasping noises continued as Paul eased himself into Willows' arse. I realised that most of the noises were coming from Paul. Willows seemed quite comfortable receiving Paul's cock. I guess Paul's smaller size had its advantages.

A wet, rhythmic slurping noise started up. It was the sound of Willows' arse being fucked. I smiled and thought, "Nice."

My cock was aching inside my shorts, demanding the same attention that Jase's was getting. I decided to try something a little bold. I was fairly sure my gamble would pay off and thought the rewards were well worth the risk.

I stood up and walked over to the bathroom door. Jase didn't see me until I was almost right next to him. Then, he looked up at me with a stunned expression and froze. I knelt down beside him and released my cock. He looked at it and saw that it was in a similar state to his own. I gestured to the hole in the door and he let me take a look. As I did, I started masturbating.

In the bathroom, I saw Willows' large cock bouncing around stiffly between his legs and his balls bobbing up and down. Behind those, the muscles of his buttocks rippled with each slapping thrust Paul's hips made towards them. Between the round cheeks of Willows' arse, Paul's cock was sliding in and out. Its condom-sheathed stem was slick with lube. Behind that, Paul's own arse tensed and flexed in time with his motions.

Willows asked, "Do you fuck girls like this?"

"Not really," Paul breathed.

"How do you fuck them, then?"

"I dunno. I fuck faster, I suppose…rougher."

"Well fuck me like that," ordered Willows

"I thought I might hurt you," worried Paul.

"Fuckin' go for it. I'll tell you if it hurts."

Paul gripped Willows' waist and started hammering his cock more aggressively into the other man's arse.

Willows gasped, "Yeah, that's it!"

Paul grunted in time with his cock, "You - like - that - in - your - arse?"

Willows chuckled, "Not really. But, it means I can do the same to you when it's my turn."

Paul was enjoying the fuck too intensely to care. "Yeah, okay," he burbled.

I felt something wet on my cock and looked downward. Jase was sucking at my bell-end as I masturbated. He looked up at me and smiled quizzically. I nodded and he grinned and returned to it. I released my hand and he started gently moving his mouth along the length of my stem.

I heard Willows ask, "You gettin' close?"

Paul laughed between gasps for breath, "Nowhere fuckin' near it"

"Come on, mate. We haven't got all fuckin' day."

"Hey! You're getting two goes on my arse,” complained Paul. “It's only fair I get enough time to enjoy myself."

Willows sighed, "Jesus, just fuck me."

Paul slowed his pace and suggested, "Maybe if you stand over the toilet. Put one foot up on it. It'd give me a better angle."

Willows complied, moaning, "Christ, trust me to pick the expert in butt-fucking."

Paul laughed as they manoeuvred themselves into their new position. "Stop moaning,” he said. “It'll be your turn in a minute…or five...or ten."

Willows repeated, "Jesus, just fuck me!"

Willows was bent over the toilet, and Paul bent over the top of him, hugging his body closely as we'd seen the guys doing in the alleyway at the beginning of the week. Because their backs were facing us, I could see Paul's arse clearly. As he bent over Willows and started fucking him, Paul's cheeks opened up and I saw his arsehole looking bright pink and wide open. It was still wet from the lube he'd applied to himself.

I thought, "You've just lost the last part of your virginity, Paul, mate. You've got an arsehole as wide as a coke can."

It might sound a bit weird, but while I felt excited seeing Paul like that. I also felt a little sad. His arse was gaping open so lewdly and promiscuously. The friend I'd known and cared about for years had just been buggered right in front of me and now his arse was gaping open like a whore's pussy. But, I didn't have time to dwell on such thoughts.

Jase pulled away from my cock. When I looked to see why, he gestured to his own twitching prick, poking expectantly from his briefs. It was time for payback.

I bent over and moved my face near to his cock. It smelt different from my own. It seemed sharper and more pungent. I worried momentarily that this might be more difficult than I'd anticipated.

Jase's face went back up to the hole in the door. As he did, perhaps sensing my sudden uncertainly, he gently eased my head down onto his cock.

In spite of its smell, it tasted pretty bland. The head was a little wet from his precum and tasted a bit salty. But, the stem tasted of nothing. I realised the thick smell came from his balls and pubic bush. They reeked from spending a day inside his briefs. I started sucking him as he had done me. Jase stroked my hair in encouragement.

Then I heard Willows say, "Jesus, Paul. You're gonna have to get more johnnies. I need to fuck you, mate. You're taking too long."

There was a slurp and a fart as Paul withdrew. I heard a tear as the last packet was opened. Willows commanded, "Bend over."

More grunts and gasps came from the bathroom as Paul was re-entered by Willows’ huge prong. Paul cried out, "No, no! It fuckin' hurts!"

It was a symphony of male-sex sounds as I mouthed Jase’s dong. Another slurp issued forth as Willows pulled his cock from the quivering chasm of Paul’s arse. A tube being squeezed gave a bubbling squirt. Next came the gentle wet rubbing of lube into Paul's arse.

Willows said, "Do you think that'll be enough?"

Paul grunted his assent.

There was more moaning and sighing. But this time, Willows was allowed to continue. A rapid, rhythmic fucking noise starting up.

Paul cooed, "Aah...yeah. That's pretty good this time."

I pulled my head away from Jase's cock and looked up at him. He looked a little offended, like it wasn't yet the end of his turn to receive.

I surprised myself by whispering, "D'you want to try what they're doing?"

He nodded quickly and eagerly, almost automatically. Then he smiled. I stood up and pulled off my boxer shorts. He did the same with his shorts and briefs. Then, I went over to my rucksack and pulled out a couple of packs of condoms.

Unlike Paul, who'd had bad experiences with girls being too dry, I didn't pack any lube. A squirt of my hair-gel seemed like a good substitute. As I smeared it around my arse, I looked over at Jase. He looked a little bewildered but his cock was still stiff in his hand.

I smiled and threw him a condom. "Your turn first, if you like," I offered.

He unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his rigid stem. "Yeah. I’m ready!" he said.

I got onto the bed and knelt on all fours. The metal bed frame squeaked. But, the sound didn't seem to disturb the grunting and panting sounds coming from the bathroom.

Jase climbed on it behind me. To my surprise, I felt his fingers probing around my arsehole. He pushed one inside me and gasped, "Fuckin' 'ell, mate. You're a bit tight down there. I don't know if I'll get it in."

"Those two are managing it," I said. The noises from the bathroom were becoming louder as Willows enjoyed Paul's arse to the full.

Jase lined his cock up against my hole and pushed. I felt my arse-ring being forced open. It hurt like his cock was made of red-hot metal.

"Jesus!" I gasped.

He said, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Keep going," I whimpered in reply.

He pushed in a little further and at last the pain subsided. I could feel his cock filling the inside of my arse. It was thick and hot. I swear I could feel it pulsating gently, clamped in the grip of my rectum.

I said, "Jesus, I'm actually being fucked.”

"Is it good?" he asked.

I hissed, “I guess you'll find out how it feels when I do it you."

Jase pushed in a little further, holding onto my hips. Then he reached around me and grabbed my cock. I was half-limp from the initial shock of his intrusion.

He said, "I kind of like the fact you're a guy. I mean, I've butt-fucked girls. But, it turns me on a bit that you're a guy."

"Your gay side?" I inquired.

"No. I don't think so,” he said. “I love women and wouldn't be without one. It's just that this is different and I guess that makes it interesting."

My cock lengthened in his hand as he drove the last few inches of himself deeply into me.

He added, "I guess it's like you said. You'll know what I mean when you fuck me. But, shoving your cock into another guy is…well…totally different."

He started gently fucking me, the two of us slowly rocking back and forth in time with the light bucking of his hips.

I smiled, "That's actually feels quite nice."

His hand was still on my cock and now I’m almost fully stiff. He started masturbating me as he gently fucked my hole. The bed occasionally creaked, but his motions were too controlled for it to make any serious noise.

We heard Willows say, "Fuckin' get more johnnies, mate…two more packs."

Paul answered, "We'll just suck. It'll be okay."

"No, I wanna fuck,” begged Willows. “Come on, mate. It's been a fuckin' week without any action. Don't bottle on me."

Paul muttered his reluctant acquiescence. The bathroom light clicked off and the door slid open.

By now it was fairly light and Paul saw us immediately.

He said, "Jesus!"

I knew Jase was grinning. But, he didn't miss a beat, either inside my arse or on my cock. I turned from looking at the pillow in front of me.

To be continued?