This is the story of rather remarkable holiday I
enjoyed with my boyfriend last year in Southern Europe.
We had both worked really hard for several years and
had never managed to get more than a few days away each
year that we had been together. Summer 2007 was to
witness our 5th year of being together as a couple, as
well as a milestone in our professional lives. Matt had
qualified the previous year as a Solicitor and was
about to take up his first full time job in the
profession.
I was, and still am a Doctor in training and hope to
become a surgeon one day soon. But in early Summer I
was to complete the bulk of my University work and
embark on a long period of work based learning. All in
all we felt we deserved a treat, so with the help of
savings and parents generosity, and Matt’s romantic
nature we booked ourselves a fortnight in a most
wonderful looking lakeside Tuscan villa for August. In
the few weeks before we went we could hardly control
ourselves.
We flew into Italy and despite having booked with a
rather prestigious holiday agent, found ourselves on a
rather less prestigious coach, apparently preparing to
do the rounds of the various hotels and guest houses
dropping new arrivals on the way. I was less than
enthusiastic after a long day travelling and hoped our
stop would be earlier rather than later. However, just
before we were to set off a final couple boarded the
bus and I have to admit I thought the evening lightened
up a little.
They were quite young, almost too young to be
travelling alone if you understand. But she was
stunning, I mean really drop dead, jaw-slackening
gorgeous. Matt and I have always enjoyed looking at
girls in the street, when shopping, on TV etc. He knows
that I was bi-curious when we met and actually made me
feel more at ease with the fact. We’re very secure
together, so a bit of window shopping never harms. It
only took a glance from me, and his exaggerated raised
eyebrows to suggest he agreed.
Let me try to describe her, she was 17 maybe, about
5’7″ and with naturally curly golden blonde hair. Her
curls were quite tight, not just waves and her hair was
tied up in a ponytail. It looked very casual and
pretty. Her face was cherubic, rounded like a doll,
with huge round manga-character eyes which seemed to
glitter even in the dull coach-light. I thought they
were green, but later found out that they were a light
honey brown – very sensual. She wore just jeans and a
t-shirt but her figure was obviously very good, and as
she turned to take a seat just two rows in front of us
I couldn’t help noticing her wonderful ass.
Her boyfriend was not bad either, about 6’0″ and about
the same age. He wore combats in khaki and a sweat-top
which looked worn and comfy. He has short mousey hair,
was quite tanned and pretty. His blue eyes were obvious
from the moment I saw him, as was his slim waist, flat
stomach and tight butt. Quite a couple I thought.
Anyway, to cut a long story short Matt and I talked
briefly about them, well mainly her and agreed she was
a fox! As the night and the coach trip drew on I
drifted in and out of slumber until Matt woke me and
pointed out that; a. The coach was nearly empty and b.
The only other couple left were the cute ones! We
reached our villa and the coach drive called out our
name in heavily accented English.
We disembarked and unloaded our cases. I managed to
sneak in a polite “Goodnight!” to the couple as we
passed, and was rewarded with an English response, and
an English accent! As Matt took the cases from beneath
the cabin I looked up and smiled at the very tired
looking Goldilocks! She smiled back and shut her eyes
and they were gone.
It was actually a hell of a walk from the gate to the
Villa, and on the way we talked about a letter of
complaint to the travel company. Then we reached the
villa and all such thoughts were extinguished. The
villa was palatial; both in size and quality. It was
magnificent, and set on a cliff directly over the lake
but some 50ft above. The villas pool, which was
surrounded by under-lit terrace, ran right to the edge
of the cliff with the water constantly running over the
edge down into the depths below. It was dreamlike, but
not even my excitement could keep me going another
minute! I needed my bed!
***
When we are at work or studying I can never get up, I
always feel so tired. So I rely on Kate to bring me a
brew and perk me up! She’s normally pretty imaginative
in her approach. Funny thing is though, at weekends or
days off, she’ll sleep for ever; until midday
sometimes. And so it was today, here we were, laying in
the largest sleigh bed I have ever seen, between white
sheets and embroidered quilts of pure luxury and
intense rich colours, with the sun playing through the
long white voile drapes and gently warming the pale
palazzo floor tiles. But despite all this I wanted to
be up, exploring, relaxing and enjoying time together
in this luxury. I knew though that I should wait, let
Kate wake in her own time and share the exploring
together! I lay for what seemed like hours, watching
the sun playing with its shadows across her naked body.
I felt like I could stare at her for hours. I thought
myself a very lucky man as I lay there.
Kate is a very beautiful girl, and I have always felt
lucky to know her, and for the past five years, to be
with her. We’ve known each other since we were just
kids, 4 or 5 and at primary school. I guess I had no
idea back then that the chubby freckly kid who always
made me laugh with her slapstick routines would grow
into this intelligent, successful beauty lying beside
me this morning. Let me describe her: Kate is around 5′
9″, tall and slim, size 8 most of the time, with long
slim legs, a firm flat belly, lovely round little hips
and a great backside.
She has a long slender back, arguably one her best
features especially when draped in an expensive
cocktail dress. She has firm c-cup breasts, slim
shoulders and a neck to die for. Her very dark brown
hair is cut into a funky, edgy boy-cut with an
asymmetric fringe. This short hair accentuates her high
cheekbones and beautiful classical features, and also
makes the most of her long slim neck. I am widely
believed amongst my peers to be one lucky guy – and
this morning staring down at her sleeping, watching as
just a couple of inches of her peachy arse come into
view from beneath the heavy bed clothes, I can believe
it!
As Kate started to stir, so did my loins. Watching her
body become gradually visible as she woke and kicked
off the covers, seeing those wonderful firm tanned
breasts bounce into view as she rolled backwards, her
piercing green eyes opening to see me, I struggled to
fight off an erection. Deep down though I knew I
wouldn’t be getting any just yet this morning – Kate
was going to want to explore! First she wanted a
shower, and boy did this master suite have a shower!
From the main bedroom, which was huge, there was a
large breakfast balcony, a dressing room (which was
bigger than my own bedroom back in the UK) and which
led to the walk-in wardrobe; there was also an ensuite
lavatory and then the wet room. The wet room was
covered, literally floor, walls and ceiling, in black
marble tiles.
There were two huge carved slate pedestal wash stands
facing a huge full length mirror on one side, and then,
behind a massive glass screen was a shower area with
three huge chrome shower heads! I just knew we’d have
fun in there over the coming days. But for now Kate
wanted to get going so as she stepped into the steaming
spray, I went downstairs to put the kettle on in the
knowledge that hot coffee always helps my lady to
function!
We spent the day in raptures, wandering around our new
palace gasping at the luxury, or the views, or the
pool. It was truly magnificent and I felt that I had
achieved nothing less than my hard-working girlfriend
deserved.
By about midday, we had exhausted ourselves with
looking around the place and decided to get properly
dressed and take a drive into the local town, making
use of the small car which came with the villa. Kate
had showered earlier and dressed immaculately as
always, so I left her on the terrace to go get dressed.
As I was upstairs I heard the doorbell ring; it sounded
very grand and I hesitated for a moment wondering if
Kate would want me to find out who it was. We certainly
weren’t expecting visitors.
I needn’t have worried as I soon heard Kate’s bare feet
patting over the tiled floor and muffled voices. In
fact it sounded like she knew whoever it was as I swore
I heard an enthusiastic “Hi!” and jolly chat. I rushed
to get dressed as I was intrigued to know who was
visiting. I skipped downstairs and followed the voices
into the huge kitchen and was bowled over; it was the
young couple from the coach last night.
Kate introduced them to me as Francesca and Martin who
it turned out were staying in the gatehouse of an even
larger, but currently empty villa just half a mile up
the track. It seemed that they, like us had planned a
trip into the town, but didn’t realise how far away the
town was. I felt a little sorry for them as I
explained.
“You know it’s a good 6 or 7 miles? Do you not have a
car?”
“I only passed my test a few weeks ago, and Fran is not
17 yet! I couldn’t get insurance on a hire car.” Martin
explained, “But it’s no big deal we’ll work something
out with local transport!”
“Well listen, we’re going into town now, so feel free
to jump in with us and we can agree a time to meet to
come back, or you can make your own way back whichever
you prefer!”
The two of them seemed really pleased with the plan,
and Francesca seemed relieved to have other English
people nearby. It was their first holiday abroad with
parents and I think they were a little overawed by the
whole thing, and certainly hadn’t expected to be so
isolated.
For my part I was only too happy to help, young Fran
was looking bloody divine, and I was stirred to notice
Kate’s eyes giving her the once over too. Martin was a
good looking lad too; a little androgynous with his
smooth olive skin, slim figure and tight butt, but not
in any way unattractive.
When Kate and I had first got together I had found out
about her bi-curiosity and encouraged her to at least
experience being with a girl rather than spend her life
wondering. In fact we had two occasions when she did
just that – the first was a little too pre-meditated
and fell a little flat, putting her off for a while.
But I then made the most of a situation on a night out
one time and to cut a long story short, we enjoyed a
couple of nights, several weeks apart with a young and
very fit girl.
She was perfect actually, had a very fit body, was fun
to be with, was more gay than bi, but wasn’t put off by
guys. As it happened Kate and her had most of the fun,
but I got spoilt too! It was romantic and nice – we’re
not swingers by any stretch and enjoy what I think is a
normal solid secure life, and I hope to marry her
someday soon.
During this time I had hinted at my own bi-curiosity
but we had never pursued it. As I stood there in the
kitchen I couldn’t even be sure that Kate had taken my
hints, and wondered if she knew at all. At least she
found him attractive too, I thought as I saw the way
she manufactured an opportunity to get a look at his
bum in his linen trousers.
The day turned out to be great. Kate and I shopped and
looked around the rural town, which was pretty and
rustic. We agreed to meet Fran and Martin later and all
decided together to eat out. It was lovely and we all
got on, in fact Martin and I agreed to meet the
following day to cycle into the hills and the girls
agreed they’d have a day of sun-worshipping. We dropped
the couple off at their rather pokey gatehouse late
that evening and went back to our villa. I’m still not
sure how we got used to normal life again after living
in such abject luxury!
***
The next day was fantastic! I got up early and jumped
on my bike for the short ride up to the gatehouse.
Martin was waiting outside for me and we rode up into
the hills. I was quite impressed by his abilities and
it allowed us to enjoy a morning of pretty hardcore
off-piste cycling. By about 11.30 we were shattered and
stopped in a small lay-by high in the hills overlooking
our lake. We sipped our water bottles and chatted about
stuff for a while. Inevitably the subject got onto
girls, and sex, and I discovered that whilst neither
were virgins, they hadn’t slept together yet.
Like Kate and I they had known each other since primary
school, but in their case had only been an item for a
month or so. Martin also told me with mock annoyance
that he had planned last night as “the night”, but that
my and Kate’s insistence on that 2nd bottle of wine had
put paid to that, Francesca apparently being out cold
before her head hit the pillow! I laughed and teased
him, suggesting if it had been so long since he had had
any then she probably hadn’t missed much.
Martin looked suddenly vulnerable and admitted it was a
concern. I joked that he should relieve himself before
the big evening, giving himself opportunity just to
recover! She’d not be disappointed in my experience. He
was surprisingly taken with this advice and we laughed
about it.
I should explain that my own bi-curiosity always felt a
bit odd. You see, I’ve never been attracted to the idea
of snogging some stubble faced hunk, and anal sex
either as provider or otherwise has held little appeal.
My fantasy has always just been about sucking on a nice
smooth shaved cock! But sat here, with this pretty
handsome lad, with his long lashes and almost
effeminate figure, I found myself aroused to some
degree, and wondered how things would develop.
The two of us re-mounted and raced back down the hills,
going hell-for-leather and letting our competitive
instincts control our recklessness for a while, With
hindsight perhaps my intentions were more obvious than
I thought, wanting to arouse the adrenalin and other
chemicals coursing through the veins of my new buddy.
We arrived back at the villa panting and sweating and
headed straight to the fridge for a cold drink of
water. Seeing no sign of the girls we headed up to the
master suite for a shower.
I was enjoying showing off our temporary home to a very
impressed Martin. Upstairs I opened the doors to the
balcony and we looked out at the view over the lake.
Almost at the same moment, both my eyes and those of
Martin dropped to the pool, where we finally saw the
girls. The sight was breathtaking; perhaps even more so
than the Tuscan panorama which had held our attention
just moments earlier.
Francesca was lying prone on one of the 1920’s oak
steamer chairs, and it seemed she was wearing just a
simple little bikini bottom. Kate was kneeling next to
her on the floor, and the two were in animated
conversation, seemingly laughing and joking. All the
while Kate was rubbing cream or oil into Fran’s legs,
occasionally allowing her hands to wander all the way
up to Fran’s peachy cheeks. Martin seemed aroused too,
smiling at me in mock surprise.
“If I stand and watch those two much longer I probably
won’t need that wank, Matt!” laughed Martin.
I laughed with him, and decided if I was going to get
anywhere with this guy, then I needed to act now while
his barriers were down.
“Cold shower then?” I asked mockingly.
I began to peel my sweaty clothes off, and enjoyed
Martin watching me, unsure what to do.
“Not sure about cold, but a shower sounds good, or I’ll
be getting nothing later! Shall I wait up here until
you’re finished?”
“No need pal, get undressed and I’ll show you a real
shower! So, you really that horny?”
“Oh god yeah, it feels like it’s been forever!”
I was naked now, and Martin was just getting into
taking his kit off! I took the opportunity then to walk
around the room a little cleaning up my clothes and
stuff, just to make him at ease. I was happy with my
body, and felt great walking nude in front of this guy.
Kate often referred to me as built like Michelangelo’s
David – a statement which I enjoyed tremendously. In
fact, her secret message refers to a conversation we
had when we first met, when I joked to her that “I was
a grower, not a shower!”
I was referring to the fact that I have a “David” like
penis, small and well formed, until aroused, when it is
of acceptable stature. In fact, one girl said of me
long after we had been together, and fortunately for me
said in company that my aroused penis was, “like a
fucking can of Stella!” Most girls agree that while I
have an average length hard-on, it is substantial in
width. These days it is kept fully shaved.
I walked off to the wet-room and told Martin to come
through when he was ready. I hoped he was feeling cool
with me, and with showering with another guy! I didn’t
have long to wait and had barely got into the steaming
hot water before I saw him come in, whistling at the
luxurious nature and size of the room. As he approached
me I watched him through the glass. His body was great;
he had a more defined stomach than me, long seemingly
hairless legs, a completely smooth and slim torso and
was tanned all over. His cock sat between a small thick
patch of dark hair and swung proudly as he walked. He
seemed naturally devoid of hair on his balls.
I had deliberately picked the furthest showerhead to
stand beneath, and was keen to see what martin would
do. In the event he walked boldly through the first
shower and to the one next to me!
“This is pretty impressive Matt; we sure picked the
wrong place!”
“Yeah, it’s so much more than we were expecting to be
honest…”
I soaped up and enjoyed the release as my muscles
relaxed in the steam, and I began to feel clean. I shut
my eyes to allow the spray to catch me full in the face
and desperately tried not to get the erection I could
feel coming. When I opened my eyes again I caught
Martin watching me cock slowly developing and soaping
his crotch at the same time. I winked and teased him:
“Making sure you’re all clean huh, or couldn’t wait for
that wank?”
Martin just laughed, unable to think of a quick
riposte.
“Well it’s as good a time as any; will you get the
chance later?”
“I dunno! Are you serious?”
Bingo! I think at that point I’d hit the jackpot.
“Why not,” I said, “Those two seemed to be enjoying
each other’s company didn’t they?”
“I guess so,” Martin giggled nervously, “they certainly
seemed relaxed!”
I began to obviously soap my prick, this time trying to
get it hard. Martin watched but his eyes seemed unable
to stay still, darting away and constantly coming back
to watch my cock hardening. Eventually he started to
soap his own cock, stepping a foot or so towards me to
avoid direct spray washing away his shower gel
lubrication, but at the same time turning away from me
slightly. Shy boy! I thought. I could tell he wasn’t
letting himself go.
“You’ll never come with a half-assed effort like that,
pal!”
I stepped behind him with fresh gel in my hands, and
reached around both sides of his slender waist, taking
his still partially soft prick in my hands gently. He
didn’t object, in fact he simply gasped and he reached
out one hand to the marble wall to steady himself. I
got him hard very quickly, and he was quite a big boy;
maybe 8 or even 9 inches to my 7! I soaped him long and
gentle, but with a firmness to get him to where he
needed to be. All the while my cock was ploughing a
soapy path vertically between his wonderfully tight
butt cheeks.
Before long I knew he was losing himself and decided to
suck my first cock, I turned him around so his back was
on the wall whilst letting the spray rid him off soap I
dropped to my knees, still massaging him with my hands.
I licked his beautiful cock head and opened my mouth to
take him in, at which point he came unexpectedly with a
burst of come hitting my chin and then my chest. I
carried on gently and slowly rubbing his cock until
he’d finished; and then I washed him off! I wondered
how he would now react to my advances. He might even be
mad at me.
I had no need to worry; as I stood up he smiled at me
and said, “You are such a fucking bad influence!” He
smiled a wicked smile and grabbed my cock with his
hands. He quickly dropped to his knees and took my cock
in his mouth, hungrily sucking me and licking me
noisily and expertly. When my shaft was wet with his
saliva he pushed me deeply into his mouth, in one
stroke his lips reached my balls and the bottom of my
cock.
I was amazed, and wondered if he’d sucked a cock
before. I didn’t last long as I too had been victim of
Kate’s tiredness, and had gone without since we were
last in our Leeds apartment back home. I warned him
that I was going to come and he issued me with muffled
reassurance that I should allow it – my head fell back
and my balls burst into Martin’s mouth and throat. It
was incredible, so many firsts all in one!
We dried and dressed together in the bedroom, avoiding
discussion on what had happened for the most part. As
we were dressed and ready to go see the girls I cupped
his arse, now firmly clad in my jeans, and whispered to
him that I would get to suck his cock before I returned
to England. He shot me a blinding smile and simply
said, “Ok!” before skipping off to see the girls.
***
Occasionally something which one hasn’t dared to hope
for just happens, and if you’re not careful, you spend
so much time wondering if it’s too good to be true that
you risk the very enjoyment you have coveted. So it
seemed today. I pretended to be asleep when Matt left
for his bike ride this morning, just so that he
wouldn’t feel bad for leaving me. He can be so
sensitive and thoughtful. An hour or two later I was up
and enjoying a coffee when Francesca came to the door
having walked down.
This girl was quite and without exaggeration, the most
strikingly beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her hair
hung down in ringlets today framing her face like a
Masters Oil painting. In the baking continental sun she
wore a pretty white knitted bikini top, which hid
little and boasted of the pretty small young boobs
beneath. She also had on a pair of retro shorts and
some little flowery flip-flops. God, I fancied her.
Over the coming hours I learned not only was she
beautiful, but was also great company, and really
mature for her age. We’d chatted about all sorts, had
an early healthy lunch, swam for a little (at this
point she simply removed her delicate bikini top,
slipped off her shorts and swam in a little bikini
bottom which did nothing to hide her delightful bum!)
We ended up sunbathing for an hour or two after lunch,
ill-advised I know, especially for a Doctor! So we
snoozed and chatted and listened to her iPod on some
little speakers. When she needed a top up of sun-cream
I volunteered and lost myself rubbing it in. I swear I
had become so relaxed with her company, that when I was
rubbing and teasing her bum and inner thighs with my
fingers I had completely forgotten myself. When I
realised I was shocked at myself, and moreover by the
fact the she had allowed me to carry on doing so with
only the occasional pleasured purr to punctuate the
conversation.
I sensed the boys were back and leant forward to
whisper in her ear; “The kid’s are back, so we’ll have
to press pause for now!”
Francesca put out her bottom lip and made a sulky
sound, then broke into a broad smile – she was giving
me the come on!!!! Yay!
I moved back to my own steamer chair and waited for the
boys. They seemed to take forever getting changed, but
eventually appeared and were obviously getting on
famously!
“Seems you were getting steamy up there?” I joked,
although neither saw the funny side, “I nearly called
the Fire Brigade when I saw the steam coming out of the
window! Been showering?”
“Can’t get enough of that shower, honey” laughed Matt,
“I could stay in there all day!”
Martin proceeded to tell Francesca all about the suite
and suggested that she “must try it before we leave!” I
could have cackled like a cheesy Hollywood villain at
that moment, thinking to myself what a wonderful idea
that would be; I vowed to use my next opportunity to
show her!
But for now my boy was back and I’d missed him. He
looked gorgeous in his cut-off combats and scruffy t-
shirt, with his just washed hair all scruffy! God I
loved him! I noticed too that Martin was wearing Matt’s
clothes; presumably he hadn’t brought a change with him
today. He was a little slimmer that Matt and so the
worn jeans hung off his waist and occasionally flashed
a bit of firm bum-crack as he clearly had on no
underwear, and no t-shirt. He was really remarkably
cute, and a perfect match for his divine girlfriend. I
decided to be mischievous as I was horny as hell.
“Let’s swim!” I said jumping up and pulling off my
white sarong. I had on my full bikini, but knew that
no-one else was fully prepared! Francesca was game
though, and rolled over, jumping up and baring her cute
little a-cup breasts without hesitation. The two of us
raced to the pool and dived in to the cooling water.
The boys stood a little dumbfounded, until Matt began
to smile. He ripped off his t-shirt and dropped his
short revealing a “jockstrap” type pair of CK’s. He
kicked Martin in the bum before shouting, “Come on shy
boy!” and ran wildly into the pool.
Martin wasn’t to be the wet lettuce, so he just dropped
the jeans and dived into the water. His cock was large
and very appealing! Francesca was one lucky girl! I was
impressed.
Once we were all in the water all eyes turned on me,
apparently for being “over-dressed” I did my best to
swim away from the countless arms grabbing at me, but
quickly lost my bikini top as it was simply tied with
two string bows. Matt grabbed me again as I swam off
and backed against the pool wall holding me round the
arms. I laughed and squealed as Francesca approached
and reached beneath the water, undoing the two boys at
my hips. She then reached right between my legs and
forced the remaining material free! Damn her if she
didn’t throw them over the wall and into the lake! Then
the bitch swam off laughing.
I was naked in the pool and quite horny now! I swam
after her! In the shallow end of the pool there was a
raised area, just a few inches deep in water and handy
for sitting on to have a drink, or take a phone call
etc. Francesca headed for this stage and clambered onto
it aiming to get out and run. I caught her ankle and
pulled her back, struggling with her bikini bottoms all
the while. In the meantime the boys had been frolicking
too and Martin had managed to get Matt’s pants and was
aiming for the same escape route. Martin splashed next
to Francesca laughing loudly with Matt clinging onto
his legs. Feigning boredom Martin smiled at Francesca
and said, “Well you two look like you’re having fun!”
Francesca’s pussy was now revealed, and she laughed as
I continued to peel her bottoms off her legs, pitifully
attempting to cover herself.
Answering Martin I raised my eyebrows and said, “Well
you two are doing alright too!”
“Anything you can do we can do better!” came the reply
from Matt.
“Really?” I asked and leaned forward to lick
Francesca’s belly! She squealed with delight at my
touch AND as she realised my game.
Martin’s cock was slapping around limply and looking
hugely appealing. Matt was unfazed and leaned forward
to lick Martin slowly from his pubic bush to his belly
button. Matt laughed, unable to regain his footing,
while Francesca and I screamed in mock horror!
This time I pulled Francesca to me, standing taller in
the water. Her legs wrapped around me, her now naked
pussy pressing against my belly; I leaned forward and
kissed her on the lips, then hesitated, looking
questioningly to my future husband. He had mischief all
over his face and smiled briefly before pulling Martin
likewise towards him and leant over. The two boys
French kissed to screams of delight from the two of us!
I was beginning to wonder how far this could go, and
leant over again, winking at the dreamy eyed Francesca
before licking a circle round her nipple and sucking it
into my mouth! At this point her hands came to my head
and held me tightly, she was enjoying herself. I for my
part felt extremely honoured to be naked with the
wonderful girl, and with her delightful beautiful
teenage breast in my mouth.
I eventually stopped and watched Matt who refusing to
be outdone licked and sucked and nibbled both the
nipples of his prey. It was at this moment that I
noticed two things, Martins eyes were occasionally
closing, and his cock was growing hard!
I looked down at Francesca’s pussy, hovering over the
edge of the wet stage, bald to the top of her pubescent
crack, where there lay a blonde rose petal of wispy
curly hair. God, I call fall in love with this girl. I
placed my hand on her and began to use the heel of my
hand to stimulate her. She opened her legs slightly
further to allow me to rub her young clit, and let her
head drop back with a sigh. I played for a few moments,
and then turned to see if Matt would keep up!
Francesca’s head rose up in anticipation.
Matt had clearly had enough of messing, and decided
that victory was his – so he licked Martin’s long hard
cock once from bottom to top and then swallowed the
whole things into his mouth. Francesca and martin
gasped at exactly the same time. Her eyes opened wide,
whilst his closed and he lay back enjoying the moment.
Soon Matt was gripping his shaft and wanking his cock
whilst he sucked down on it noisily.
Not forgetting to feel very lucky, I dipped my head to
that divine pussy and sucked it into my mouth. I
noticed before I shut my eyes to focus that the
teenagers were holding hands while being licked and
sucked simultaneously by virtual strangers. Martin came
first, splashing noisily as he came into Matt’s mouth –
who to his credit didn’t spill a drop. If any of you
girls doubt it, watching your man suck another man to
orgasm is one of the sexiest things in the world. 5
minutes before I’d have bet my life against him doing
it – but Christ I almost came just listening.
I continued to suck and finger Francesca until she too
came for me, looking absolutely shattered in the inches
of water when she was spent.
It was our plan the following day to visit some
vineyards and taste and buy wine in the region. We
decided to ask Francesca and Martin to come with us.
They accepted, and also agreed to spend the night at
ours, allowing us an early start. We grabbed towels and
a couple of bottles of red wine and retired to the
capacious sitting room. Matt lit the log fire and we
sat around, in our more natural couples, naked and
draped with towels and chatted and drank into the
night. It was a lovely end to a raunchy day, and
allowed us to avoid any awkward moments after earlier,
which although heaven sent, was less than conventional.
As you can imagine, by the time we went to bed, Matt
and I were desperate for one another, having missed out
on any significant conclusion to our poolside games, in
favour of our handsome guests! However, our own sex
life is to stay personal, so just be satisfied that we
made the most of the shower, and the bed. (Oh, and the
balcony!)
The following day was fabulous. The weather couldn’t
have been better, the scenery was out of this world,
the vineyards were welcoming, and we tasted some great
wines, and bought even more. Matt spoilt us to lunch
AND dinner and we arrived back late at the villa. The
boys were told to go and get the fire burning and
Francesca and I went to open a bottle in the kitchen.
She told me that they had consummated their
relationship last night after our eventful ‘pool
party’. I was flabbergasted, not suspecting for one
minute that the two hadn’t already been enjoying a
sexual relationship.
I asked if she had been a virgin, and she told me she
hadn’t, although only by a technicality. She had had a
drunken shag a year ago with some guy who sounded a
real arsehole, and whilst performing just enough to
technically rid her of the title virgin, he had done
little else. Last night must have been a bit of a
baptism of fire. I apologised for our forwardness if it
had made things difficult, but she wouldn’t hear a word
of it, explaining that a little liberalness had been
refreshing and hopefully would form a concrete base for
an ongoing relationship. She went onto conclude that
she might wait quiet some time to replace a guy like
Martin. I agreed with her!
***
Just as the fire was roaring, Kate popped her head
round the door and announced that the two of them felt
a bit sticky and were going to go for a shower! Her
message that they wouldn’t be too long and we should
try to relax seemed like a suggestion that we should
wait for them as opposed to following them. I was fully
of energy having been cooped up driving all day, so I
suggested a swim, and Martin smiled his approval
cheekily. I felt a strange bond with this guy, enjoying
his friendship, fancying him physically, but also
liking him emotionally; almost like a girlfriend. If I
was ever going to be gay, it’s this guy that could
convert me. Unfortunately a world full of Kate’s and
Fran’s will rule out that decision for now at least,
but you know where I was on this night!
Martin stood up to join me and I pushed open the doors
to the terrace. He followed me out. The stars were out
and the night was warm – it felt like there was no-one
else in the world. I turned and smiled at him before
beginning to undress him. I took my time, enjoyed the
feel of the fabric on his firm frame, the occasional
flashes of flesh on flesh, and mostly I enjoyed the
intimacy of such an alien act. I finally peeled down
his fitted boxers and patted his beautiful bum to
indicate I was finished, and he slowly slipped into the
water and swam away to peer over the edge of the
precipice. I undressed behind him and eventually
followed him to the edge.
“Are you happy?” I asked rather tritely.
Martin smiled at me with his pretty eyes, “More than
you can imagine. Fran and I made love last night, we’ve
met you two, and I suddenly feel like a grown up in a
grown up world. I think I’m going to like being an
adult!”
I laughed gently, “It’s not all cock and pussy,” I
said, “but it sure makes some of the crap worthwhile!
I’m glad we met too, you helped me realise who I am and
what I want. I think I’ll go home a better man!”
Martin leaned forward and kissed me, it was incredibly
real and erotic and heartfelt! It was also horny as
hell and I began to grow. I broke, not wanting to spoil
the moment and began to swim. Martin fell in beside me
and we swam silently for a good few minutes. I decided
what I wanted and eventually led Martin back inside,
naked and dripping wet. I turned out the light and
resumed our kiss by the light of the fire.
We kissed and cuddled and fondled and I began to get
hard, as did Martin. I sat him in a wingback chair and
slowly lowered myself to my knees to take him in my
mouth. I teased him for an eternity, kissing his
thighs, licking his cock, nibbling him and cupping his
beautiful bald balls. When he was ready I took him in
and made love to him with my mouth – long and slow so
as to let him fuck me at his own pace I sucked and
licked and submitted to his manhood. After twenty
minutes or so of loving tender tactile oral sex he
began to tense, and I maintained a steady rhythm to
help him reach his climax. When he came he moaned
deeply and pumped his come into my mouth. I continued
my steady pace until he was done, then licked him clean
and kissed him and caressed him down from the high.
I had recovered some lube from Kate’s bag, and placed
it in his hand before swapping places with him. He
acknowledged my intentions silently and knelt before me
to ensure I was properly lubed. After, he climbed over
me and straddled my cock. Proper penetration took a
while to achieve, but was done lovingly and in silence
before the orange flickering light of the fire. When I
was inside of him, he gently settle all the way down
onto me and again began to kiss me, his hands rubbing
my chest, his tongue flicking around my lips and mouth.
Slowly he began to rise up on my thick cock, and then
just as slowly descend. Soon we had a gentle, slow
fucking motion – I was making love to a beautiful man.
The moment was interplanetary and I didn’t last long! I
fantasized about the possibility of the four of us
staying here forever. I would have given anything…
***
We undressed in virtual silence, grinning hungrily at
each other at the showers warmed and began to steam. I
hadn’t lost my infatuation with this girl, who looked
when naked like an example of nature’s perfection. We
walked hand in hand into the hot water and instantly
fell into a clenching embrace. I was hungry for this
beauty. There is a feeling when a woman kisses a woman,
and I swear nothing a man can do will ever replace it!
Well, if you add to that pure nakedness, immaculate
beauty and hot steamy showers and it pretty much trumps
any feeling ever!
We spent twenty minutes in the shower, give or take,
and maybe 15 of those minutes were spent writhing in
passionate kiss. The remainder was spent delicately
washing each other as if in preparation for a ceremony.
When we finished we dried and moved to the bedroom,
Francesca now taking control. She switched of the light
and opened the balcony doors so the voile blew in the
gentle breeze. The room was just lit by the moon and
the stars; everything was filtered with a deep blue
light.
I lay face down on the bed and allowed Francesca to
touch and kiss and caress me all over. It felt divine
and I was aroused more than ever in my life. When she
asked me to roll over I was tingling with anticipation.
She kissed my lips and her hands continued to dance
like feathers over my flesh, leaving nowhere
unexplored. She kissed my neck, my armpits, my breasts
and lingered on my nipples. She kissed my palms, my
wrists, my arms, my inner elbows and my upper arms. She
sucked on my toes, licking between, tracing patterns on
the soles of meet feet; she kissed my knees and my
thighs and eventually came to rest between my legs. She
didn’t need to tease and sucked my sex into her mouth,
eating me, wanting not to taste me but to swallow all
of my wetness.
She licked and sucked hungrily, her hands exploring my
pussy and my anus. She never slowed, allowing me to
melt into a reverie of dreamlike thoughts and
sensations. I came heavily and suddenly and very
noisily. For some reason I also cried, and hugged her
to me, kissing her again, holding her in my arms and
tasting myself on her face. I continued to hold her
tightly, kissing and loving her, and bringing her to
her climax with my hand. We fell asleep pretty much
like that, and were still in each other’s arms in the
morning when we woke.
I scanned the room for Matty and discovered that he and
Martin we asleep on either side of us, like lions
protecting their pride. It seemed appropriate and I
drifted off gain, warmed by the prospect of a fun
morning… but not just yet!