Holidaying With My Mates Part 3
Back at the apartment, I lay on the settee and was quickly asleep. It seemed like only a few moments had passed, when I was woken up before my great dream of licking George's lovely cock while he probed my bum-hole with his tongue had reached its very promising conclusion.
"We got a car". It was Rodge. "A real bargain. Only thing is, it's not very big, so we're going to have to take turns to stay behind, or make a couple of trips to get us all anywhere together. We can get five in it, but not six. No way."
"OK. We'll work something out. What time is it?"
"Half past six. Wanna go get some food?" I realised the others had come back with Roger and were eagerly waiting for my answer.
"Hell yes, I'm starving, but I need a shower first". Of course I needed a shower. I must have stunk of sweaty bollocks and semen and my arse-hole must smell so high.
We found a great little restaurant serving local food a short walk along the beach. We had a good laugh about the pronunciation of some of the dishes on the menu, helped by copious amounts of the local beer and shots of something very strong and completely unpronounceable. Afterwards, we found a video game arcade with games we hadn't seen for years. When we'd had enough, we agreed we'd go back to our favourite bar for a nightcap, and to pick up some girls. Yes, that was going to happen, especially for me! I grinned to myself and wondered how I'd be able to avoid making a fool of myself if George was still behind the bar. He wasn't, which made it easier. We got drinks and the others moved onto the dance floor and were making fools of themselves dancing outrageously next to a group of girls. I leant on the bar and watched them. A tall, well-built guy walked in and stood next to me.
"Hi Alexi," the barman said, obviously pleased to see him. The few other local guys at the bar also greeted him. I smiled as he caught my eye. "Would you like a drink?" he asked in almost perfect English but with a strong unidentifiable accent. He had a beautiful face, almost pretty in a boyish sort of way.
"Thanks, but I just got one". I studied his face. It was broad in his large head with big, very blue eyes edged with long, dark lashes that any girl would kill for. He had light brown hair that looked sort of messy, but the sort of carefully arranged untidy that you only got from paying a lot of money at an expensive hairdresser. He was immaculately dressed in what looked like expensive, designer casual stuff. I'm no fashion expert, but he looked like a model dressed for the catwalk.
He smiled a broad smile, showing off his even and very white teeth. He had generous full lips that looked so kissable (hey, where did that come from?) "Alex," his eyes twinkled as he held out his hand. "You just got here?"
"Hello. I'm Adrian and yes, we got here a couple of days ago."
"And what do you think of the place?"
"It seems very nice, very friendly." I thought of what I'd done in the short time I'd been here. "Very nice". The man's smile seemed to get even broader and his eyes twinkled as if he knew what dirty thoughts I was having.
"So what have you seen since you've been here? What do you like to do? You know that here in Turkey there are not so many girls. The population of Turkey I mostly men; far more men that girls. That's why they are often called `dirty Turks' " He grinned.
It took me a while before I understood. He could only be saying that the "dirty Turks played with each other because of the lack of women. He seemed to be very close to me. I couldn't stop myself and blushed like a schoolgirl as I mumbled my answer to his question. "Um, we've found some nice places to eat, and I've been to the beach. It's too easy here to just lie around and soak up the sun, so I've swum quite a bit. I like to keep fit." I had to say something!
"If you like to keep fit, do you like to go to the gym?" He looked genuinely interested.
"At home I do yes, well a couple of times a week." I smiled into his big baby blue eyes and felt my face flush an even deeper red.
"Oh. If you wanted to, you could use my gym. I have quite a good one in one of my hotels not far from here."
One of his hotels? Fuck. "Thank you", I gulped.
"It's along the beach-front a little way. It's called Hotel Pembe. If you want to use the gym, just mention my name at reception. I'll tell them you might call in"
"That's very kind of you Alex, you are really nice." Oh God, I'd better just keep quiet and not say any more. He was so, so nice. I could easily get myself into trouble if I didn't shut up. God, I'd love to get into trouble with him.
"Come on you dozy bugger, we're going back". It was Matty with the others. "It's getting late and we thought we'd get an early start tomorrow and head off to see the old castle ruins; get in a bit of culture and history." I smiled a goodbye to my new pal Alex (or was it Alexi?) and headed off after my mates.
Back at the apartment, we said goodnight to Rodge, Matty and Rich who headed off to the bedroom and the brothers Simon and Adam and myself got our settee and armchair into their sleeping positions. I again got the chance to ogle the two brothers as they stripped down to their underwear. Adam climbed under the duvet and Simon walked over and switched of the light. "Night", I said as Simon slid into bed next to his brother. "Sleep well", they responded.
As I lay there in the dark, I thought over the events of the day. Until today, the only sex I'd had was with my hand, and here, in just one day, I'd been fucked in the arse by two men; John and then the truly expert George. My cock stiffened as I relived that great experience. And then there was that gorgeous Russian I'd just met in the bar, Alex. What I'd give to feel him all over me.
Just as I was nodding off dreaming of what might have been, I heard the brothers whispering quietly and then a faint snigger. I quietly turned onto my back so I could hear better. They went quiet, so I made sure my breathing sounded like I was well and truly asleep and again I heard rustling and a small giggle. I strained to listen and heard the unmistakeable regular rubbing sound of wanking. Fuck, was one of them rubbing one out right next to his brother? Were they both at it? Maybe they were "doing" each other. God that was a hot thought. I had to grip my own cock. I rubbed up and down my length seemingly along with the brothers. When I heard one of them begin to pant, I lost it and shot my load all over myself and the bedding. First one and then the other brother grunted quietly as they each came. I fell asleep wondering if they'd guess I'd heard them.
Monday 14th September
Over breakfast this morning, Matty, Rodge and Rich agreed that they'd like to drive to an old castle and monastery that was on the top of a hill about twenty miles inland. The brothers Adam and Simon said they weren't that bothered and would spend the day on the beach. I reluctantly agreed to go on the trip, though the sight-seeing I really wanted to do was another close inspection of gorgeous George's body! It was a bit difficult though, not to spend some time with my mates, so I decided to make the best of it.
The monastery was a ruin; little more than a pile of boulders I thought, though the others seemed to find in interesting and read everything they could find about the history of the place. The view was nice from so high up, but otherwise, I'd rather have given it a miss. We had a nice lunch and then drove a bit further and explored an old village that was very much off the tourist track. There seemed to be a lot of activity and we learned that on the Wednesday, there was a big festival to celebrate the new brew of Raki, the local booze. Sounded fun I thought.
Not much more happened today: we had a few drinks in George's bar. He wasn't there, but there were the usual stunningly hunky local lads on the dance-floor and at the bar. I didn't make contact with any of them, but at least I'd have some sights to wank over in bed tonight.
We all turned in feeling tired and slightly pissed (as usual). I waited `till Adam and Simon were settled in bed and then got up and headed to the bathroom. On the way, I stopped and looked out of the window, pulling the curtains open very slightly. "Nice moon", I commented and continued on to the bathroom, making sure the chink in the curtains was just enough to let in a little light; enough for me to see what the brothers were actually up to if they were frisky again tonight. Back in bed, we once more bade each other a good night. I lay quietly, breathing deeply and slowly and listened. Sure enough, after a while the two lads started whispering. I moved a little to get a better view of their bed and sighed deeply pretending once more to be well away in the land of nod. By the dim glow from outside, I saw the bed covers lift up and realised Oh my God, one of them had climbed on top of the other. There was some more whispering and then a gasp: a sharp intake of breath and a faint moan. The bed/settee squeaked barely audibly, but the loud breathing and rhythmic rustling left me in no doubt that one of the brothers was getting well and truly buggered by his handsome brother. Fuck, this was hot. I squeezed my dick and started pumping. I wasn't going to last long and from the rapid up and down movement of the duvet covered arse I was watching and the sound of the springs complaining about the hammering they were suffering, neither were my two room-mates. "You fucking love it don't you, you dirty little slut. Take my dick; take all of it. Jesus God that so nice".
Then, "fuck yes. That's it. Do it; I love your fucking great cock; right there fuuuuuck"
I came in great spurts over my bedding, pumping my load through my fingers.
After a while, all went quiet and I fell asleep wondering how I could get the boys to let me join in with their fun.