"No Refund Policy"
It had been a long time since I'd ...
That was how I was going to start this story but, I realized, that you probably wouldn't know quite where I was starting from. So, I'll give you some back story.
When I was 19 (as I'll post about later), I had discovered, somewhat to my surprise, that I wasn't simply straight. Over the summer of 1990 while working at a resort in Florida, I'd first explored and then become very active in m/m sexual activities. I'd been with -- well, more than a handful of men. But, the summer ended and I went back to college. I'd fallen hard for a woman in one of my classes and, other than one wild weekend when a summer friend had visited, my "gay days" seemed to be an isolated time.
After college, I left the US and went to grad school in the UK. There, I'd fallen even harder for a woman. We had married in '98 and I began a life in Britain. For various reasons, after 7 years together, we went our separate ways in the summer of 2002. I had taken a job teaching at a university in Yorkshire and I was definitely dating a lot ... but only women.
Three years later, I was getting fairly serious with Lucy and we were talking about long-term futures. We planned to take our summer holiday together at a resort geared towards couples that she'd selected on a Spanish island. I'd never been one to go to all-inclusive resorts but I was happy to make the booking for us, get our air tickets and all that ...
And two weeks before our trip, it came out she was breaking up with me as she was also seeing her coworker. Naturally, I went to cancel the trip but, because I had signed up for a discounted rate, I couldn't (though I was able to get her air tickets refunded). So, I had £3000 spent and no one to spend it on. And I decided, fuck it, I could use a break from the North of England and ten days being catered to might be just the thing.
So, I flew by myself and uneventfully out of Manchester to Tenerife, found the shuttle that would take me to my hotel and prepared to ... well relax. I noticed that everyone else on the shuttle was in a couple ... so I suspected I'd just be ten days catching up on reading and the like.
I checked into my room without problems and, after thinking, yes, I can see why Lucy would like this, I decided to go explore the resort. I took a quick shower, changed into a button down linen shirt and a pair of loose fitting tan shorts after unpacking my bags and thought as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I do look pretty good!
Fairly soon, I found a pleasant outdoor bar where you could see the beach and the endless vista of the blue ocean under the cloudless blue sky. It wasn't very full so I ordered a gin and tonic and sat down in a comfortable rattan seat at a small table to contemplate my surroundings and enjoy having really nothing that needed doing.
A few couples were seated around the area but I was the only single. I shrugged and slowly sipped my drink and people watched. As best as I could tell, the largest group of holiday makers were British but I could definitely catch bits of conversation in Dutch and German and French. I strongly suspected that I was the only American in the place (though I'd been living abroad for almost 12 years at the time).
Not long after I had started my second drink, the first solitary individual I'd seen since I arrived walked up to the bar and ordered himself a drink. The medium complected black man was an inch or two shorter than me though broader shouldered. I watched him as he ordered his drink and, somewhat to my surprise, thought `that guy's pretty hot', something I hadn't done for a few years.
He must have caught me looking at him as he turned towards me once he had his drink and smiled. I smiled back and he walked over my way.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, nodding towards the empty seat across from me.
"Absolutely not," I said as he took a seat and I put a hand out to him. "Alex."
"Nice to meet you Alex," he said as he grasped my hand firmly. "I am Kevin. How're you liking it here?"
"I just arrived but so far so good. Are you North American too?"
"Yeah," he smiled and I saw his perfect teeth, "Milwaukee originally but I've been living in Denmark since 2000. How about you?"
"Charlotte and the same; I've been in the UK since '93," I said and, since I was wondering where she was, I continued, "You're here with your Danish partner, I'd guess?"
"Funny man," he laughed. "We were going to come together but ... well, we're not together any more."
"So you couldn't get a refund and so came to a couples resort on your own?"
"How did you know?"
"I'm in the same boat," I laughed and we toasted useless exes who made us take our vacations alone. Kevin told me more about the financial job that had brought him to Europe and the details of it. He asked if I needed another drink and offered to get it for me.
As he walked towards the bar, I noticed he had nice legs and a really sexy ass with nicely rounded cheeks ... and I caught myself at that as he came back.
We chatted more about life as an expat; it hadn't been terribly easy, we both lamented, in those years right after 9/11 and the invasion of Iraq. A lot of times, you'd find yourself having to explain American policies even if you disagreed with them. We talked more about the joys of being American in Europe; he mentioned how he would always have to serve as spokesperson for all Black Americans and put up with patronizing and I said how as a white guy raised in the South, I was always being asked to explain stuff that I had bever experienced.
"They we all carry guns all the time," he said.
"You're so right," I nodded. "My ex actually was scared to go to the US because, you know, all the gun violence."
"Uh-huh," he agreed. "Would you believe that Morten -- he's the guy who was supposed to come here with me -- actually thought all black men were either in gangs or in prison?"
"Actually I don't doubt it," I said. "I hear that kind of thing a lot"
(Meanwhile, I was thinking to myself that Kevin had just casually slid in that he had been dating a man. As soon as I thought that, a second thought came up; should I make a pass at him? It had been a long time since I'd been with a man ... but I had been thinking about how attractive he was since I had first seen him)
"I'm sorry," I said when I realized Kevin had asked me something. "Could you repeat that?"
"Oh nothing, I just said how amazing the view is here," he smiled -- did I pick up a hint that he was referring to me? -- "and watching the sun set into the ocean is fantastic"
"It'll be my first night in the Canaries, "I said. "But I don't think that the view from this bar would be all that."
"Agreed," he said as he gestured towards a rocky outcrop. "Want to walk up to the top of that hill? I'll bet it's great from there."
"Let's do," I said as I suddenly realized that we'd been sitting and chatting for several hours (there was lots of conversation I haven't included) and that sunset wasn't that far off. "Care to lead the way?"
"Let's have another round first," he winked at me.
"Absolutely," I nodded. "What'll you have?"
He told me and when I came back I could see he was watching me. Was he also thinking what I was?
We drank up and, because we were Americans, left a tip before we left. We walked towards the outcropping, him leading and me enjoying the sight of his rear.
He turned around and, I am certain, caught where I was looking.
"See anything you like?" he said with a laugh.
"Mmmmhmm," I said. "I definitely do."
He grinned.
Soon, we'd reached the top of the outcropping. Kevin was right. You could see a great distance over the island and out to sea ... and the sun was starting to turn the sky orange as it neared the horizon.
"This is really a great view," I said, "and the sunset is beautiful too."
"If I didn't know better," Kevin laughed, "I would think you were coming on to me."
We watched as the sun sank lower.
"Only if you're coming on to me," I laughed as I stood directly behind him and I put my right hand on his right shoulder. "Thanks for bringing me here," I said and didn't remove my hand.
He leaned back slightly into me as his right arm reached across his torso and sought my left hand. We clasped hands in front of his chest, and we pulled closer to each other.
"I like this," he said. "I like the way you feel next to me."
"Yeah, so do I," I said.
He reached with his left and lightly grazed my crotch.
"Yes, you do!" he laughed. "You definitely do as much as me."
His head turned slightly towards me and I turned mine towards him. I brought my lips to his and ... we were kissing. Softly at first but steadily with ever more passion, our lips and our tongues teased each other and our hands were in motion. I felt his hands on my flanks, on my hips, on my buns ... and mine all over him. And I could feel his growing bulge as we pressed together and I was sure he could feel mine.
We kept kissing until he broke it off and dropped down to his knees. He rubbed my crotch and could feel my erection straining inside my shorts. I sighed as I knew I was getting even harder as he touched me.
He looked up questioningly and I nodded. He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, tugged them and my underwear slightly as the pink tip of my cock emerged before him. I pushed them down a little further as I felt the tip of his tongue on my stiff dick; shorts were soon around my ankles and Kevin's lips were on the shaft of my penis. He kissed and licked while his hand held my manhood before he put his lips over the tip and then took the first few inches into his mouth. I made a noise in pleasure as I felt his tongue and teeth tease.
He didn't suck on me for long but stood up and kissed me even harder. My erect penis bounced against him in the dusky air. He took a hold firmly and just held me with the right pressure while my hands began removing his shorts and massaging those sexy buns.
I broke off kissing his lips and, with his help, pulled his shirt up off over his head. I kissed his neck, his chest and teased each nipple in turn. I took a deep breath as I dropped to my knees. It had been twelve long years since I last had a penis in my mouth: would I still know what to do?
As I pulled his shorts fully down, his beautiful cock emerged. I would guess it was a little short of eight inches long (so a tiny bit longer than mine), circumcised, a dark, rich color and very erect. I licked around the tip and then, not wanting to wait, took first the hole tip in my mouth and then as much as I could.
I had forgotten how amazing an erect penis feels in my mouth, the velvety softness and the firmness, the heat, and the sweet taste. But all my old cock sucking skills came back instinctively as I took his entire shaft into my mouth.
Kevin moaned as I let go and stood up.
"I think," I said, "that we might want to go somewhere a little less public."
"Agree," he said. "My room is right there"
He pointed towards a room on the fifth floor almost as close as one could be to where we were.
I nodded. "Let's go"
We kissed and helped each other get our pants up; both of us were definitely tenting. We kissed again and then walked as quickly as we could to the hotel's door, stopping to kiss and touch each other before we went inside.
There was an elevator waiting with no one in it; we made out as we rode up to the fifth floor and continued touching and teasing each other as we sped down the hall to Kevin's room.
Barely had we got through the door than we were both shedding clothes onto the floor. I looked at his body, his smooth muscular chest and firm belly, his arms and his legs, and his cock bouncing enticingly in front of me. If anything, he looked even sexier than he had before.
I stepped towards him and we kissed. Our hands grasped each other's cocks and stroked them. I sighed and kissed down his neck, onto his shoulders and across his smooth chest. I teased his hard dark nipples with my tongue and teeth and he softly moaned.
I kissed down his belly and to his smooth throbbing cock, licking it all the way up and down until I had licked the whole thing. My tongue teased his waxed balls as my hand stroked his nicely curved and nicely veined throbbing ebony shaft. Once again, I took him fully into my mouth, my tongue sliding over his soft velvety skin as he filled me back into my throat. My own hand stroked my cock in time with the rhythm of my head sliding on Kevin's hard cock. It felt so good to have a hard cock in my mouth once again and I knew juts giving head had always gotten me hard in the past.
"Let's get on the bed," Kevin said as I stood up.
We kissed deeply and I collapsed onto the white duvet covering the king size bed with my legs hanging off the side.
Now, it was Kevin's turn to drop to his knees as he took me in his mouth. I stroked his closely cropped hair as he sucked me. It felt so amazing, like no blow job that I had had ... well, in a decade ...
"Let's 69,"I suggested and, when he stood, pulled my legs onto the bed and lay on my back.
Kevin straddled my chest and I got my first up close look at those sexy round buns. He was smoothly waxed here, erasing any doubts I might have harbored about him not being a bottom.
I inhaled deeply as he slid over my face and let his sexy dick into my waiting mouth while he took my throbbing member in his. I was in the kind of bliss you get into in a really good 69 where he's deep throating you while you deepthroat him but I thought about that sexy butt and took my mouth off his cock.
I sucked each of his balls in turn and then licked his taint as he slid upwards (or was it downwards?), still sucking on my cock, until I could see his hot sexy hole right in front of my face. I don't think I had ever been so eager to taste someone's ass, especially once I had seen how smooth his skin was and how cute the pucker of his sphincter was. I licked a long slow lick down his crack then swirled my tongue around his asshole as he moaned in pleasure. I teased it with the tip of my tongue while I tried to spread his hips wider with my hands and his obvious pleasure increased.
Curling my tongue, I slowly slid into his tight hole, pushing my tongue aggressively forward until the tip was inside him.
"Uhhh," he groaned. "Fuck me please!"
I leaned back, the taste of him still on my lips.
"I don't have any lube or condom," I said.
"I do," he laughed, "but I'm clean if you are ..."
He climbed off me and turned around so we were face to face and we kissed deeply, tasting ourselves in each other's mouths.
"I'm clean," I said as he reached over to his nightstand and took out a tube of lube that he handed me. As we kissed, I squeezed a little out onto my rock-hard dick and spread it evenly on it. Kevin leaned back so that he was lying with his legs spread and his inviting hole waiting under his hard cock.
I squirted a little more lube on to my fingers and rubbed around his hole. I leaned forward and kissed him. I was laying on top of him as he grabbed my cock and guided me towards his hole.
"I really need your hot dick inside me," he said.
I sat up on my knees as I guided my stiff oiled cock towards his tight sexy hole. I was breathing hard as my dick first touched his hole and, wet with my saliva and his lube, I smoothly, slowly entered him. Gradually, carefully I slid deeper into him.
He moaned and I felt a wave of excitement as I felt the sooth hot inside of his ass on my cock. Soon, I was completely inside him and our eyes met as we held each other's hands. He looked so happy and his body was so sexy as we slowly found a rhythm as I slid deeper into him, then pulled back, then deeper again, then back.
Even though we were both eager, we found a good chemistry and we fucked for a long time, me inside him. Slowly, though, we picked up the pace until we were fucking hard .... Both of us grunting and moaning ... faster and faster ...
"I'm going to cum, " I said, knowing that the moment was soon.
I reluctantly pulled out of him and moved so that we were cock to cock and kissing. My hands held our cocks close together and his was still stiff as we frotted ... and ...
We were both cumming, first him, and then a second or two later, me. Our cum spurting out onto each other as we continued rubbing against each other and my hand was soon a sticky mess, rubbing both our loads all over each other's cock and balls.
Kevin kissed me hard, kissed me deep as we came and, as both of our shudders subsided, we continued to kiss.
It was several minutes before he pulled back and, when he did, he said:
"Next time, I want you to cum inside me."
Which was maybe the hottest thing anyone had said to me in a while.
We kept kissing and touching each other as we lay there. Soon, I could tell that he was getting hard again and soon I was too ...
This time, we spent longer pleasuring each other orally and, after I came inside his tight hole, I sucked on his hot cock until he filled my mouth with his cum. Afterwards, we lay side by side, spent and sticky.
"You know, Alex," Kevin said to me as he stroked my chest, "I'm really glad Morten broke up with me so that I could meet you."
"I am too," I said, "and really glad that they have a no refunds policy!"
...
I didn't know it at the time, but, that day, I left even the pretense of being straight. While I haven't been exclusively gay, since then most of my partners have had penises ... the only thing that I wonder about now is why I went all those years without my real preference coming out!