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Barney
The Isle of Dogs?
Summary
After hearing about Playa Del Ingles reputation for being a sun-drenched gay paradise, Ian Hamilton opts to take a winter holiday in the Canary Islands.
Travelling alone, after the beak up of a relationship, he opts to book with a gay tour operator, thinking he will soon make friends with his fellow tourists.
But introverted Ian doesn't make friends easily and when his travelling companions all seem to be in tight-knit couples or groups and no one he fancies takes much interest in him, he turns to the locals to satisfy his craving for sexual domination and his lust for hirsute Latino and Arabic guys.
A few years later, a more sexually accomplished Ian hears the resort now has a leather scene, so decides to visit Gran Canaria again.
This time, he mixes more with his British compatriots, but after finding it hard to pin down a guy he fancies, who is into the sort of sex he enjoys, he fears he may have to settle for watching the drunken antics of others.
Until, on the last night of his stay, he summons up the courage to make a move on a strikingly handsome guy who has caught his eye in the disco.
When his affection is reciprocated, Ian proceeds to introduce his companion to the delights of public humiliation and bondage, only for things not to work out quite as he had planned...
Part 7
The Beaches
Taking the shortest route from the shopping centre to the sea, which he could spy glimmering in the distance, Ian found himself clambering over fences and endless dunes in the oppressive heat before he finally reached the shore.
No longer the size of ants, as he grew closer to the seemingly endless stream of people walking in both directions along the water's edge he noticed a large number of them were devoid of any swimwear.
Ironically, on the one afternoon he was anxious to keep his clothes on, Ian had accidentally stumbled on the nude beach that he'd fruitlessly been searching for ever since his arrival at the resort.
Chuckling to himself, he stowed his sandals away in his bag and waded through the shallows, surreptitiously eying up the few men who caught his eye from behind his sunglasses until he spotted a dry patch of sand on which to set down his belongings in relative safety.
Then, with his vest and shorts still firmly in place, Ian returned to the sea to submerge himself completely beneath the waves and remained there until the stink of piss had been washed from his body and clothing and his injuries had been soothed by the cooling water.
Feeling hungry after his dip, Ian had joined the line heading back toward town and celebrated breaking his duck, as far as holiday sex was concerned, by feasting at an Indian restaurant he discovered hidden away in one of the less popular shopping malls.
By the time he had arrived there, his wet clothes had dried from the combination of body-heat, wind and sun and his face had the healthy glow to it that follows a day at the beach, plus, in his case, a very satisfying orgasm.
Ian's good looks and relaxed demeanour had caught the eye of the Indian waiter who had been very attentive to his needs. He'd enjoyed a couple of beers and amused himself flirting with him over his meal, but had lacked the sexual stamina to wait around until he clocked off to consummate their relationship.
Perhaps another time, he told himself, resisting his desire to award him a drunken parting kiss and instead awarding him an over-generous tip.
He'd then returned to this apartment complex by taxi at a time when he calculated the majority his compatriots were likely to have departed for their latest night out on the town, looking forward to a much-needed early night.
After rinsing his salt-infused vest and shorts in the sink, hanging them up to dry on the terrace and knocking the sand from his footwear, he returned to the bathroom naked to examine the state of his body in the mirror.
Although the seawater had salved some of the damage, his arse, nipples and genitals were still glowing red following their earlier chastisement, making him doubt they would return to their normal colour before his holiday came to a close.
Strangely, he found himself becoming turned on at the prospect of others recognising the marks and redness as the result of his unorthodox sexual activities. It might encourage more guys to make a move on him if they thought he was a bit of a slut!
So despite his earlier fears, Ian resolved to return to the nude beach the following day to sus out the area where the resort's gay contingent hung-out, and openly display the toll wreaked on his formally pristine body by his raunchy afternoon siesta with the two horny Arab guys.
Aroused once more, he lay down on the coolness of the tiled floor with his head alongside the toilet bowl and began tugging on his cock as he recalled the highlights of his humiliation by Ali and Mehmet, recollected the handsome Indian waiter's face and fantasized about being dominated all over again, after the marks on his body were spotted by the bronzed hunks lounging on the gay beach on the lookout for a slut to fuck while the other guys looked on...
This time round he came very quickly indeed!
After taking a shower, he slid naked between the sheets and, comforted by the food and drink he'd consumed and his long-awaited sexual success, got through less than half a page of his detective novel before falling into a contented sleep.
The following morning Ian had woken up early with a raging hard-on eager to continue where he has left off the night before!
Although he was sorely tempted to cum again, he opted instead to save himself for later after recalling his plan to try his luck on the gay section of Playa's nude beach.
Following his morning exercises, he again checked out the state of his body in the bathroom mirror, only for his reflection to confirm that his beating had been so severe that his otherwise snowy white buttocks retained two contrasting circles of pink where the sandal had been brought down repeatedly by Ali as he had exorcised his pent-up anger.
His nipples had not yet fully recovered from their trauma either and stood out far more prominently than they had before. Plus, his scrotum had a slightly different hue - more purple than pink.
His cock, in contrast, seemed to have recovered fully and, as though to prove it, began to stiffen yet again at the prospect of displaying himself like this at the gay beach for all to see!
After another cooling shower, Ian had his breakfast and then checked and repacked his bag in preparation for a day of sunbathing, swimming and, hopefully, sex.
Novel, map, headphones, towel, swimming trunks (would he need these?), a bottle of drink, sunscreen and, once again, a whole handful of condoms and sachets of lube...
The one fly in the ointment was that by the time he was ready to set off to the beach the weather was cloudy!
So before he left he quickly donned the sweatpants and hoody he'd packed for such an eventuality, on top of his freshly laundered vest and shorts, put on his baseball cap and his prescription sunglasses and, suitably equipped for both cloud and sun, sneaked out of the still sleepy apartment complex to sample the delights of the beach.
On the bus journey into town he examined the map he had ripped from an old Spartacus Gay Guide which showed the location of the outdoor cruising spots.
Realising, too late, that he'd inadvertently got off at the stop before he should have, Ian discovered he'd left himself a long trek through endless rows of identical, terracotta-roofed, seaside villas before he reached the seashore.
The moment he'd disembarked, the clouds had disappeared completely, sending the temperature soaring and leaving him feel uncomfortably hot.
By the time he reached the part of the seashore he'd visited the day before, he was drenched in sweat and grateful for the brisk onshore wind to help him cool down again.
Once more, the shoreline was peopled with liberated Nordic-looking individuals of both sexes and of all ages, most completely naked! How was he supposed to distinguish between the nude gay ones from the nude straight ones he wondered?
Trying not to appear phased, Ian tagged along behind a couple of guys he fancied, who were modestly wearing swimming costumes, in the hope that they would tip him the wink when he'd reached the gay stretch by removing them.
But after tramping for twenty more minutes, and reaching the very end of the beach, he decided he must have overshot his mark and circled back.
Eventually, he came across a rainbow flag he'd somehow overlooked the first time round (perhaps the sun had been in his eyes) which led him to venture inland from the shoreline between two encampments of sun-beds partitioned from others nearby by waist-high windbreaks.
On closer inspection, he spotted that the area where the flag was hoisted was exclusively male and inhabited by the familiar tight-knit formations of basking, and not particularly welcoming, gay men.
Keeping his cool and his clothes on, he continued inland pretending he knew where he was going, scarcely giving his fellow tourists a second glance, keen to explore the area marked with a cross on his crumpled holiday treasure map as the "gay cruising area".
However, when this turned out to be a collection of scraggy shrubs linked by sandy paths across the dunes, mostly inhabited by an unappealing handful of nude old men waiting around optimistically in the bushes for someone foolish or desperate enough to join them, he beat a hasty retreat back to the beach!
Exhausted and hot, he set his bag down on the first empty sun-bed he could find, pulled out his rainbow towel and began peeling off his clothes.
Noting that all the men surrounding him were completely bare, he didn't bother putting on his swimwear, but instead coated himself with a thick covering of sunscreen.
Sitting on his reddened arse, he began slowly massaging the lotion into his face, neck and shoulders, followed by his chest and the rest of his torso, arms and legs and finally his buttocks and cock in the hope that his erotic gyrations might arouse some interest from those around him.
By the time he'd finished, his cock was visibly swollen. He left it casually draped over his thighs, wiped his hands on a corner of the towel and quickly donned his sunglasses again so he could scan the horizon to discover if his actions had generated any admirers.
Although located amidst a sea of gay men, disporting himself completely naked and semi-erect, not one of them so much as gave him a second glance! All seemed too bothered displaying their own bodies to best effect whilst enhancing their allure still further by topping up their already ample tans with a further dose of vitamin D.
Disappointed, he consoled himself by running his eyes over the bare body of an especially beautiful, dark-haired, Latin-looking, guy exposing himself to the sun nearby.
Now he was just his cup of tea!
But, as per usual, no sooner had Ian spotted him than he revealed himself to be part of a tight-knit group, as evidenced by a friend tapping the guy he'd been ogling on the shoulder to point out he had gained an admirer, only for him raise his head briefly and return Ian's hopeful smile with a contemptuous snigger.
Ian sighed, pulled on his headphones, laid his still pallid limbs out to baste in the sun, pulled his cap down over his eyes and dreamt of having the sort of complexion that went brown rather than an angry pink dotted with freckles when exposed to its rays.
To be continued....
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