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Club Med Vacation Chapter Six
Jake and I walked slowly back toward the hotel, and as we walked I noticed that two blonde boys seemed to be following us. One was about sixteen or seventeen and the other was younger, maybe thirteen. They were quite obviously brothers from the similarity in their looks, and their general discontent with each other. The younger seemed to be annoyed that the elder was dragging him along, but that's how it is with brothers I've heard. The interesting thing was that the older boy seemed to be checking Jake and me out in between bickering with his sibling. I decided to test my theory, and got Jake to stop at one of the little sidewalk cafes for a bottle of water. The two boys walked past us when we stopped, but then showed up at a cafe across the street a few minutes later. They had situated themselves at their table so the older boy was facing us. I caught him glancing our way several times as we sat, sipping our water.
When we got up to leave, the older brother got up, dragging his brother along once more. I guided Jake in a meandering route as we continued back to the hotel, explaining quietly to him why we were doing so. Jake grinned and liked the idea. He stopped at a store window, purportedly to look at some of the merchandise on display before going inside. As he was entering the store he explained that he wanted to get a look at the boy who was checking us out without calling attention to the fact that this was what he was doing.
When we came out a few minutes later, the brothers were on the opposite side of the street, talking. "He's cute," Jake commented as we turned toward our hotel, "really nice ass too."
Jake and I got back to the hotel and we went up to my room for our nap. The brothers had tagged along behind us, still keeping their distance as we walked down the cobblestone sidewalks. The older one looked unhappy when we disappeared inside, but I'm sure he caught the steady glance and smile I threw at him. It was still pretty early, only a little after one o'clock. We both kicked off our shoes and took our t-shirts off. I was a bit hesitant at first, but the denim that was left covering my middle was starting to feel a little rough with no underwear on beneath it, so I flipped open the button that had been holding the waistband closed and unzipped the fly. I wanted to be comfortable. Apparently Jake felt the same way, or maybe he just wanted to take our nap together naked, as he followed suit.
We pulled the covers back and just lay on the bottom sheet covering the mattress. I got onto the bed first, and then Jake joined me, snuggling up against me in the warm sun coming in through the open French doors that led out onto the small balcony overlooking the street and harbor below. Somehow it was very restful, lying there next to this amazing looking boy, not doing anything sexual, but just being close to him. The scented air drifted in from outside, and the noises of the harbor were muted. I'm not so sure whether Jake felt the same, but it didn't take me long to drift off into sleep.
I was wakened when I felt Jake pulling away from me and getting off the bed. My dick was hard and straining, as was his. This was a horny erection, not a need for a piss. As he got up I heard a persistent yet quiet knocking at the door which was obviously the reason he had moved. I had no idea what was going on, and at that point I'm not sure if he did either. I rolled over enough that I could see he had opened the door a crack to see who was there. The door opened away from the bed, so I wasn't able to see who it was until Jake let him into the room. It was Marco.
I guess that was probably a good thing, since Jake hadn't put any clothes on before answering the door, and I certainly hadn't either. For that matter I hadn't even pulled the sheet over me when he got up. I was reassessing the experience of being naked. I seemed to be getting more and more shame-free. Marco stepped into the room and looked appreciatively at both of us. I could tell by the look on his face that he liked what he saw. "It looks like I got here just in time," Marco said as he kicked off his shoes and started to pull his shirt over his head. He certainly had no problem being naked. It seemed like he was stripped and ready for action within seconds after he entered the room. "I saw the scooter outside and thought you two might want to have some more fun," he said. Then he was on the bed between Jake and me. It was a massive grope-fest on the bed. All of our hands were everywhere we could get them on the others. We were all over the bed in a wild frenzy as we struggled to explore as much of the other's bodies as we could, not only with our hands, but also our mouths and tongues.
We were a tangle of bodies on the bed, and at one point I felt a pair of hands spreading my butt cheeks apart, and then a warm, wet feeling that could have only been a tongue on my hole. From the positions we were in at the time, it could have been either Marco or Jake who was doing it. The feelings it evoked in me were indescribably good, and they had me writhing and wiggling on the bed in delight. We soon shifted positions again, so it didn't last long, but I certainly wanted more of it. A few minutes later, we all ended up with our heads at the top of the bed, back into more or less our original positions with Marco between Jake and me.
Jake was playing with the loose skin on Marco's dick, pushing and pulling it to cause the foreskin to slip back and forth over the head. Neither Jake nor I had seen an uncut penis before Marco's, and I was nearly as fascinated by that extra skin as Jake seemed to be. Marco seemed to be amused by the fixation Jake was showing with it. "Let me show you what it feels like to still have all your skin," Marco said as he rolled over to face Jake.
Jake rolled to face Marco as well, and I got up on my knees to watch what Marco was going to do. He held the tips of their dicks together so that their piss-slits were touching one another and slid his foreskin up so that it went over the head of Jake's dick. He managed to push enough of it forward so that it completely covered Jake's head, making it seem as if their two dicks were now one. Jake tossed his head back and moaned in ecstasy. It was clear that Jake was enjoying whatever sensations Marco's foreskin being stretched tightly over the head of his dick was giving him.
Marco pulled his skin back, and Jake rolled onto his back moaning contentedly. I noticed that there was a smear of pre-cum on the tips of both their dicks. There was a liberal amount still leaking out of Jake's dick, but it seemed like little if any was coming from Marco's. What Marco had done was apparently a lot better for Jake than it was for Marco - that or Marco was just used to it. I never did figure out which it was. But, from Jake's reaction to what Marco had just done, I knew this was something I had to try, but not before leaning down and licking the pre-cum from the tips of both their dicks. God, I was shameless, wasn't I?
I lay back on my side, facing Marco and rubbed my hand on his chest. "Will you show me what that feels like?" I asked.
Marco rolled over to face me and smiled. "It is a little pain for me, but I understand it is much pleasure for you. So yes, I will show you," he said as he rolled to face me.
I held my dick straight out, as did Marco so that the tips touched. Then I felt Marco sliding his foreskin up over the head of my dick. Jake had been right, the feeling was incredible! Marco's foreskin stretching out over the tip of my dick was the most incredible feeling, so damn tight! If Marco had not retracted his foreskin when he did I probably would have shot my load inside it. When he pulled away, I could see that I had leaked a generous amount of pre-cum while our dicks were joined together, just as Jake had done when his was similarly joined with Marco.
I was so horny that I was about to bust. I had to get a release and I had to get it soon. I really wanted to get my dick into Marco too. I hadn't seen anything to lead me to believe that he ever played the role of the 'receiver' at that point, but I resolved to find out.
There wasn't anything left in the little tub of Vaseline that Marco had brought with him the evening before. Jake and I had used the last of that in the wee hours of the morning. I licked my finger, getting as much saliva on it as I could, and then started fingering at Marco's hole. He seemed receptive at first, but the spit on my finger didn't last long.
Marco apparently started to get a little uncomfortable with my prodding, and as he was now facing Jake, he asked him to get his shorts from the floor. Once again, Marco was prepared. When Jake picked Marco's shorts up and handed them to him, he reached into one of the pockets and came out with a small tube, and then threw the shorts back onto the floor. Marco handed me the tube, which I saw was KY Jelly. I uncapped it and squeezed a little out onto my fingers - then handed the tube and cap over to Jake.
Marco lifted his leg up to allow me better access to his tight little rosebud pucker. Gently, I began rubbing the lube into him, first around and then directly onto his hole. I reached my hand out for Jake to squirt more lube onto my fingers, which he did without my having to say anything. I returned my attention to working my finger, which eventually turned into two and then three fingers into Marco. As I was doing this, Jake flipped around on the bed and took Marco's dick into his mouth.
Marco kept his leg raised as I moved in close behind him. I held my dick in position and eased it against his opening. A couple drops of pre-cum had leaked out of my dick and joined the KY Jelly I had just worked into Marco's crack and hole. I had done a good job preparing Marco for my pending invasion, but still I went slowly as I made my entry. Once my head had penetrated his anal ring, I shifted my hand to help hold up the leg Marco had raised to aid in my preparation and penetration. I edged forward slowly, moving into Marco only a fraction of an inch at a time. I drew back a little every so often, then pressed in a little further. I was able to tell that Jake was still sucking on Marco as I worked my way in. I could feel the movement of Jake moving his head up and down on Marco's shaft as I continued my penetration.
Finally I was all the way inside Marco. His tunnel was tight, and it seemed to be squeezing my shaft as I started to work in and out, pushing and pulling my dick in and out, hopefully giving Marco as much pleasure as I was feeling at the time. Marco was letting out little moans and groans every few moments. I didn't really know what was causing his obvious pleasure - Jake sucking his dick, or being rammed by me firmly in and out of his ass. Either way, it was apparent that Marco was having a good time.
I felt Marco start to clench up his butt cheeks. That was a sure sign that he was about to cum. I could tell that Jake was aware of Marco's impending orgasm as well as he started sucking harder and going down deeper on Marco's dick if that were at all possible. Then suddenly I felt Marco press forward into Jake's mouth. His anal muscles clenched tight against my dick as I felt him release his load into Jake's mouth. I don't know just exactly how I could tell, but I could. Jake was swallowing all of what Marco was pumping into his mouth.
The involuntary constriction of Marco's anal muscles around my dick as he came was more than I could take. It was so tight, so warm, so inviting. I continued my thrusts into him as he came, and what seemed only a moment later I began to pump my load into Marco's ass. As my orgasm subsided, I made a couple more passionate, almost violent thrusts into him. Finally, I was finished.
Marco rolled over to face me and kissed me gently on the lips. "That was only my second time taking another man inside me," he told me. "This time was better..." he trailed off.
He may have meant that my technique was better, or he might have meant that because he was getting his dick sucked at the same time made it better. I didn't know, and I didn't bother to ask. He'd told me that he enjoyed my having made love to him - that was all that was important to me. Then I saw Marco raise his leg up again as he faced me. I knew what this meant... Jake was trying to make his own penetration into Marco.
I wasn't wrong. When I reached my hand down into Marco's crotch, I could tell that Jake had already entered him. As I reached farther down, I was able to feel Jake's balls up against Marco's, and I did my best to massage them both at the same time. Jake was starting to move though, so I continued playing with Marco's genitals as Jake began thrusting in and out of him. It soon became obvious that Jake was ready to let his load loose, and it certainly didn't take long before I heard him let out the excited little squeal that announced his cumming into Marco.
The three of us lay on the bed in silence for about fifteen or twenty minutes. Then Jake sounded the voice of reason and suggested that we had best get cleaned up. He went into the bathroom and started the shower running. When he came back to the bedroom he announced "I think it may be a tight fit in there, but we should all just barely manage to get in," referring to the size of the shower compartment.
I nudged Marco, and he got up off the bed. He and I followed Jake back into the bathroom. Jake wasn't wrong. The shower was large by European standards, but quite small by those of Americans. We all three did manage to fit inside, even though we had to stay pressed up against each other most of the time. Don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining about that at all. We took turns washing each other. While Marco's back was to me I ran the wash cloth up between his cheeks, cleaning away the two loads of American cum which were leaking back out of him now that he was vertical once again.
When we were done in the shower we all took turns drying each other. I halfway expected it to turn into another groping session, but it didn't, surprisingly enough. It was sensual in a loving, caring sort of way though. Once we were done we all three went back into the bedroom, half-hard dicks leading the way. Jake and I sat on the bed and watched as Marco dressed himself. Marco faced us as he pulled his clothes back on; starting of course with those tiny little bright, white bikini briefs. I'm pretty sure my jaw was hanging as he tucked himself inside them. Then Marco pulled his shorts up, but stopped when they were on his thighs, but not quite covering his underpants.
He pulled his t-shirt on over his head very slowly, and once it was on, sat in the chair opposite the bed and put his shoes on. It wasn't until he had done that and stood back up that Marco finished pulling his shorts up, zipped them and buttoned the waistband. It was pretty obvious that Marco was teasing us by the way he slowly and deliberately redressed himself. He started to leave, but as he opened the door he turned back to us, both Jake and me still sitting naked on the side of the bed as said, "Join me again tonight in the back room at Cristal Bar." Then he turned and left, shutting the door behind him.
It was just going on four o'clock when Marco left us in my hotel room. We had just barely a little more than two hours to ourselves before we had to meet our parents to go to dinner that evening. I don't know about Jake, but I was in the mood for just getting a little rest before we had to meet our parents for dinner, and then possibly also Marco again at the Cristal Bar. "Nap time again?" I asked him. Jake answered by wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me back onto the bed with him as he lay down.
I woke up at a little after five. It must have been Jake disengaging from the embrace we were in as we slept and getting up from the bed. His back was toward me when he bent over to pick up his shorts. Damn that smooth brown butt of his was SO cute, and as he bent over I was able to see that tiny little pucker, his most private part. Jake stepped into those skimpy little shorts and pulled them up his legs. When he bent over again to pick up his t-shirt, I could see into his crack once again. It looked like there was no more to the shorts than the thick denim seam running through in between his legs. I remembered back to that morning when we had come to my room so I could change before going to the beach - that really was all there was to them.
Jake sat in the chair opposite the bed to retie the laces of his shoes before he started out of the room. I think it was only when I beckoned to him as he started to walk toward the door that he realized I was awake. I wanted a kiss from him before he left the room for once. Jake seemed very reluctant at first, but he acquiesced finally and bent over to kiss me, deeply and passionately before he left the room. I was curious whether or not he wanted to try to meet up with Marco later that evening, so I asked before he opened the door.
"We'll see," was all he said. Then Jake left the room and pulled the door shut behind him.
I was feeling a little bold and full of my new sexual confidence, so I went ahead and got up and went out onto the small balcony that overlooked the street below, still completely naked. It wasn't really any sort of risk - the balcony had a solid granite wall that came up to my waist and there weren't any buildings on the opposite side of the street, only the harbor. It felt sort of odd, standing there naked above everyone walking by on the street below me and none of them knew. Really, in a way it was quite erotic. Certainly my dick agreed. It began to stiffen and rub a bit against the smooth surface of the stone. But even in the summer heat, the stone was cold and I bent over a little further to pull the head of my dick away from it.
That was when I spotted them - at almost the exact instant they spotted me. Jake's and my parents were just crossing the street heading for the hotel and were all waving at me. I waved back, now thankful for that short granite wall that kept them from seeing that I was completely naked with a near hard-on.
When they had entered the lobby of the hotel just below me and slightly to the left, I hurried back into my room and started getting dressed. It wasn't long before Jake and I were supposed to meet our parents in the hotel lobby to go out to dinner. On a bit of a whim I pulled my khaki trousers on without putting any underwear on first. Then I pulled on the same polo shirt I had worn to breakfast earlier that day and slipped my feet into a pair of loafers. Before I left the hotel room I checked my appearance in the mirror, and satisfied that I looked alright, outside of a bulge in the front of my pants, I went to the elevator and soon joined our parents in the lounge.
Jake arrived a few minutes later and we walked down the street to a little family run restaurant just off the main piazza. The penne pasta dish I had for dinner was very good. It had some sort of a spicy tomato based sauce. When I ordered it I expected that there was going to be some meat in it. I was disappointed on that count, but it was still very tasty. Dinner was pretty uneventful really. Jake and I were questioned briefly about how we had spent our day, and we gave fairly vague descriptions of going to the beach in the morning followed by our lunch and foot-tour of the little town where we were staying.
Toward the end of the meal, Jake's mother asked us if we had any plans for that evening. Jake answered first, saying that we were supposed to meet up with a couple of the Italians we had met at the beach after dinner. Both sets of parents seemed satisfied with our plans, as they had heard there was a show going on at the local opera house they intended to see that evening. Fortunately they realized this was something neither of us kids would be even remotely interested in and didn't expect us to join them.
Jake and I finished our glasses of wine (our parents had allowed us each one glass with dinner) and asked to be excused from dinner. As there was no objection, we left the restaurant headed for the Cristal Bar to meet Marco. It was probably about two blocks or so to the Cristal Bar from the restaurant where we had dinner with our parents. When we entered, the place wasn't as crowded as it had been the night before. That's understandable though, since it was Sunday night. Jake and I each got a large Mirto and went into the back room. Marco was there, seated on the little loveseat he had been on the previous evening. This time he was alone, on the loveseat anyway. There were a few other people in easy chairs and the other loveseats in the back room of the bar.
When we came into the room, Marco spotted us almost immediately, while it took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the near darkness of the room. Finally I spotted him on one of the loveseats. He had slid to the middle of the seat and was patting the cushions on either side of him with his hands. This was an apparent signal for us to sit down, one on either side of him, which we did. It was almost immediately that one of Marco's hands was rubbing each of our thighs once we had.
Marco's jeans were tattered - something that I thought was a little unusual for a young Italian. Most of them seemed so conscious about their dress - as if they went out of their way to make sure they always looked very nice. The knees were ripped out, and there were several other places on the legs of his pants that were worn through or ripped out, some of them as if perhaps on purpose. It was one of these places where I found my hand when I returned the favor by placing it on his thigh. I let a couple fingers slip through the rip in the fabric and enjoyed the feeling of his warm, smooth skin underneath them.
I looked around the little room and finally took note of the fact that once again this evening there were only males present. The few girls and women that were at Cristal Bar were mainly seated at the tables outside on the sidewalk sipping espresso or cappuccino. There was only one local girl who tended to stay inside, seated very near the bar. I was a little curious about this, so I asked Marco. "This is a place for men," he explained, "men who like other men."
"What about the woman out by the bar?" I asked.
Marco got up for a moment to see who I was talking about. Marco came back to the back room, grinning. He let out a little chuckle as he returned to his seat between Jake and me. "What's funny?" I asked him.
"That's Roxanne," he said. "Roxanne isn't really a woman. He works out of here a lot as a prostitute. There have been some very surprised men who didn't realize what he is until his skirt came off."
"I'll bet there have," I said. This 'Roxanne' did make a very convincing woman, that's for sure. I had to wonder how the men who picked 'her' up thinking she was a woman reacted when they found out 'she' was really a man. That thought was interrupted by Marco's hand running up my inner thigh. It was certainly a pleasant and welcome distraction. Then I recalled that I hadn't put on any underwear beneath my trousers when I dressed for dinner. If this kept up, Marco was going to get me very aroused and without the benefit of my briefs it was going to be pretty easy for anyone who cared to look to tell. But I had a feeling that no one cared what happened in this place.
I leaned forward to look around Marco so that I was able to see Jake. He gave me a look that said he was getting quite aroused as well. Apparently he had been getting the same treatment from Marco's other hand as I had. As I glanced down his body, I noticed that things had gone further on the other side of Marco... Jake's zipper was down and his pants were completely open. Marco's left hand was deep into his crotch. Jake's waistband was low on his hips and the top of his pubes were visible in the dim light of the bar's back room. If Jake had put on any underwear it was pushed down very low already. Somehow I had the feeling he wasn't wearing any either.
Just as one of Marco's hands began fumbling with my belt, I saw the tip of Jake's hardness peek out from his open trousers. "Marco," I hissed. "How far do you intend to go with this?"
There was a flash of white teeth. "Here, we go all the way. You like? They watch us fuck and it's much more fun."
I wasn't so sure about going that far - not with an audience. I did think it was about time someone other than Jake and I were showing skin, so my answer was that I reached over with both hands and quickly opened Marco's jeans. I shoved my hand down inside his waistband and discovered that he too was going without underwear that evening. In the tattered state his jeans were in, I imagined that there was a good chance he was giving a bit of a show when he was up walking around. In the dim light of the back room I hadn't been able to see much when he had gotten up to walk into the front of the bar. All I was really able to tell that there were rips under each of his back pockets.
It was then that I looked to my right and I saw him. It was the blonde boy who had been checking Jake and me out earlier that day. He had come in and sat on the seat next to us and was watching what we were doing and smiling at us - at me.
"Sorry," he said. "I just couldn't resist watching. Er... my name is Brent." His accent was British and hesitant but from the way it trembled he was clearly fired up. His voice was absolutely gorgeous (if you can describe an accent that way). It just about made me feel like I was melting - really, no kidding. His smile was something that I would call intoxicating now. Then it just completely blew me over. He peeled his shirt off. He had a nice chest. I mean really nice! He was a little pale, but with his complexion I'm sure that he didn't stay out in the sun all that long at a time. His chest was completely smooth, and his nipples were large and pink, about the size of quarters. He was slim, but not quite skinny, but not exactly built either - very much like myself. He had shorts on so I was able to get a good view of his legs. In the fairly dim light in the back room of the bar it looked like there was no hair on them at all. I could tell that they were well toned, and even though I wasn't all that into legs per se, his really turned me on for some reason. Maybe it was just that I was thinking of getting the rest of his clothes off and getting them spread apart, and I won't deny that I was giving that some serious consideration.
Brent unbuttoned his shorts and was starting to open the fly when I looked around, and then I stopped him. There was no way I was going to go all the way in front of an audience like what Marco obviously had in mind. Brent looked at me questioningly, and I told him that I wanted to go back to the hotel - I just wasn't comfortable doing this in front of a crowd. He nodded and refastened the waistband of his shorts. I nudged Marco's leg and he looked back over at me. I leaned in and told him that I wasn't going to do this here - we needed to go back to the hotel.
Marco turned to Jake and said, "Your friend is afraid. He doesn't want to show these people what we do in private."
I think that's when it hit Jake what Marco had really intended to do, and it was at this point that he got the proverbial cold feet as well. Jake glanced around the room, noticing the audience we had attracted already and re-closed his pants. He looked over at Marco, shook his head and said "I'm not ready to do this in front of all these people either. Let's go back to the hotel."
Marco was obviously disappointed by our reluctance to put on a show for these people, many of whom he obviously knew. Maybe he had promised them a show with the foreign sluts. Maybe there was even money riding on it. Something in his eyes made me suspicious about that. But he was clearly too fired up to want to stop. He grimaced, relented and put his clothes back in order along with the rest of us in preparation to go back with us once again to the hotel where we were staying.
My suspicions were confirmed by some noticeable disillusionment from the group that had gathered to watch, and while I expected some difficulty in making our way out of the back of the bar, it didn't happen. The small crowd parted, allowing an easy egress and the four of us quickly walked the half block or so to the hotel.
When we got back to the hotel and were in the elevator alone, Marco expressed a bit of displeasure at my (our) wanting to leave. "Why did you make us leave?" he asked.
"I couldn't go all the way in front of all those people," I told him.
Jake apparently agreed with me. "Yeah, I'm not so sure that would have been cool," he said.
I already knew that Brent wasn't too averse to doing what Marco had wanted. After all he had been about to strip off his shorts there in the back of the bar. He was ready enough to follow us back to the hotel and have a go there though, which was a good thing - I really wanted to see what he had in his pants. Honestly I had been wondering about this guy since I had spotted him following Jake and I earlier in the day. Now, soon, all my questions were apparently going to be answered. Brent did remain silent though.
As was by now the custom, we entered my room. It seemed like none of us could get our clothes off fast enough once the door had closed. Okay, that's not exactly true. Marco had his shirt off while we were still walking down the hall from the elevator, as did Brent. Marco was even starting to open his pants as I unlocked the door to the room. Well, he couldn't be that unused to showing his body, forget about his perch at the nudie beach, I mean - just think about the back room at the bar where he had just wanted us all to put on a live sex show.
Well, as I said, we were all naked in near record time. Jake and I didn't start taking our clothes off until we were in the room, but we were still naked nearly as quickly as Marco and Brent. The bed was already turned back, the covers sort of a mess from the encounter Jake, Marco and I had there earlier. It was ready for us to dive in and start to have a bit of fun...
Finally, after imagining what he might have been hiding inside his shorts I was able to get a look at Brent's endowment. Brent's dick was uncut, but in its hardened state the foreskin had retracted down onto the shaft. It looked to be nearly seven inches I would guess, and near its base was very thick, tapering down so that it wasn't as big around at the head. His pubic bush was a little darker color than the hair on his head, but was definitely blonde as well. His balls hung down very low in their sack, and as I fondled them I could tell that there were just a few hairs on them.
Brent and Marco were the first onto the bed, joined quickly by Marco and me. Jake jumped on Marco, which was fine by me. I was more interested in that big, pink British dick right now. I ran my hands up his legs as I moved between them. Brent had his legs spread out flat on the bed when I moved between them, but bent them, raising his knees to the point that his feet were now flat on the bed and spread them just a little farther apart for me.
I slid my hands back down his legs to his ankles. Then as I ran them slowly back up his legs I was able to feel a few very fine hairs on his calves. I ran my hands up his legs to the inside of his thighs. They ended up meeting back at his balls, still hanging down very low between his legs. I paused there to knead them lightly in their sack with the fingers of both hands for a moment before moving my right hand up to slowly and gently massage his shaft. When I did that, his head went back into the pillows, his mouth wide open.
I lowered my head, first to his chest and licked, then sucked at both nipples. I worked my way down his stomach and paused once more when I reached his bellybutton. I held his hardness to the side as I stroked it so I could run my tongue around and inside it a few times before moving on to the true object of my desire - his ultra-stiff rod. I held it out away from his body and teased the tip with my tongue at first. As I did this, he let out a series of appreciative little moans. Then I dove down, taking most of his dick into my mouth. It was definitely the largest I had ever attempted (hey, I hadn't had that many anyway), and even though I had managed to take all of Marco and Jake, up to and including the point where the tips of their dicks had entered my throat, Brent had them both beat both in size and girth. I backed off when I felt my gag reflex kick in. There was at least still a couple inches to go before I got it all the way in. I was determined to do it though - I concentrated on opening my throat like Marco had coached me to do on the beach when I was sucking Jake.
On my next down stroke I managed to go a little deeper, and so it progressed until finally I had his entire length in my mouth and throat. Once I had managed to take all of him, it wasn't difficult to continue to do so with each successive bob of my head. My jaw was getting tired when I finally felt his balls begin to draw up closer to the base of his dick. I knew his orgasm was going to come at any moment, but I kept going. I wanted to taste his load. I could hear him panting and gasping now, even above the jumble of sounds from the street below. I backed off some on how deeply I was taking him into my mouth, not taking more than half of his dick with each downward bob of my head. Then Brent's hips started to buck up off the mattress, and it felt as if his dick had swollen just a little bit more. This was it!
I tried to keep my head in one position on Brent's dick so I could just suck and swallow, but he had his hands on my head and was trying to force me back down farther. I used the hand I was gripping his shaft with to maintain my position, and just barely I managed to hold out. Then, suddenly Brent's hands went down, now gripping the sheets. I felt the first volley of Brent's load spray into the back of my mouth and throat. It was huge. I swallowed as fast as I could, which was necessary as he was continuing to pump blast after blast into my mouth. Each one seemed as large as the first, and just when I thought there was no way I was going to keep up, his orgasm finally began to slow.
I managed to swallow most of it, but a little bit did seep out around where Brent's monster entered my lips. As I moved back up into a kneeling position in between Brent's legs, he leaned forward and after licking the remnants of his load from my chin, he kissed me. It was a deep kiss, with plenty of tongue action between the two of us. I glanced over next to us on the bed - where Marco and Jake were. The last time I had looked at them, they were in a sixty-nine position with Marco on top and Jake on the bottom. Now Jake was on the top and Marco was lying on his back with his feet raised over Marco's shoulders. Jake was pumping away at him, moving fast in a piston-like motion. Just then Jake arched his back - his thrusting became slower and more deliberate. Finally he made one last, quick thrust and stopped, collapsing on top of Marco, and obviously signaling the end of his orgasm inside of Marco's bowels. Marco's legs finally lowered and I knew they were done with round one as well.
I wanted to get my dick inside Brent, and I also wanted to spend the night one last time with Jake before our families went our separate ways the following morning. I sat back on the mattress in front of where Brent was lying, and when he saw Jake hand me the lube, he put his hands under his knees and lifted his legs, exposing himself to me.
I resumed my kneeling position in front of him and opened the lube. I squeezed a little out onto my forefinger and started rubbing in around Brent's exposed, pink hole. Brent spread his legs apart and moved his hands down so that he was able to hold his cheeks apart while I applied the lubricant to his back passage. I continued adding a little bit of lube at a time to my finger and working more and more of it into Brent's hole occasionally probing inside just a bit. I glanced over from time to time and saw that Marco was now in a doggy style position on the mattress next to us while Jake licked at his ass, getting back some of the juices he had deposited there just a few minutes before. It was a really hot sight, and the sound of Jake's delighted slurping was a serious turn on.
By the time I was starting to work two fingers into Brent, Jake and Marco had switched positions. Jake was now lying back with his legs in the air, just like Brent was. Instead of being fingered though, Marco was licking and slurping at his hole. As I squeezed a little more lube out onto my fingers and returned the container to the bed between Marco and myself, I reckoned that Marco was going for the more natural sort of lubricant. A moment later, Jake raised his legs more, pulling his knees to his chest in an apparent signal to Marco that he was ready. Marco moved in, holding his hardness down, ready to press it into Jake's tight little ass.
I moved up between Brent's legs in the same manner Marco had done to Jake just a moment before, but lay on top of him, stomach to stomach, chest to chest as I reached down with one hand to guide myself into him. It was ever so warm, slick and smooth as my dick slipped slowly inside him. I kept my eyes locked on his as I made my entry. I wanted to watch his face as I entered him. He was just SOOO cute, I couldn't resist.
Brent spread his legs apart and pulled his knees up almost to his chest to assist me in my entry. I slid in slowly, and once my 'sword of love' was completely within his tight, warm sheath, I paused for a moment. Our faces were right next to each other, and Brent turned his head slightly to kiss me gently on the cheek before he whispered, "Get on with it now mate, let's make it a shag we'll both remember for a long time."
Brent's ankles were over my shoulders, and I felt him wrap his arms around my back as I began to slowly move inside him. It was a comfortable feeling that he gave me somehow with his arms around me. He hissed into my ear, "Gerr on with it then! Come on mate, lemme see what you can do."
He had made it seem almost a challenge, so I began to move more forcefully inside him, and as I did I raised up so that we were no longer chest-to-chest as we were when we started. My back was arched, but I was still keeping my gaze directly at Brent's face. Brent gave me more encouragement and I began to drive into him harder and deeper. His head went back deeper into the pillows, and I could tell that he was in a moment of personal ecstasy.
It was only as I felt my cum churning up from my balls and beginning to spray into Brent's bowels that I looked away from Brent's face. It seemed as if I was trying to look up at the ceiling, but I couldn't see any higher than the awful painting that was hung above the bed. I didn't want to remember that as my last image of my union with Brent, so I looked back down at him. He had a rather ecstatic look on his face. I couldn't resist, I lowered myself again so we could kiss once more.
Yeah, this was the way I wanted to remember this moment - my lips locked with Brent, our tongues intertwined, and my now softening dick inside him.
When I rolled off of Brent, Marco was already up and dressing himself. He asked Brent if he wanted to go back to the bar, and Brent nodded affirmatively. A few minutes later, they left my room together, hand in hand. Brent pecked me on the lips before he left with a very sexy smile turned back at me. Somehow I had the idea that Marco was going to win the bet with his friends that night after all.
Jake and I were left together in bed. We both knew we needed to get cleaned up before we went to sleep, so we got up and went into the shower together once more. When we were done washing and drying each other, we returned to the bed. This night together was a little different for the both of us though. We did sleep together in each other's arms, but this time Jake woke me before he left the room. We shared another quick shower, and had a very deep kiss before we parted company, his family going their way, and mine going ours.
We did exchange addresses and phone numbers, promising to keep in touch. Best laid plans as they say, it didn't happen. I tried, but Jake never answered. I still miss him to this day believe it or not. Thankfully Marco took a picture of us together that weekend that I still have, and that I treasure dearly.
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