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The path from the main part of the gay resort village was barely a meter wide weaving through the woods. I could hear the waves crashing gently on the stony beach. All along the way I'd passed couples and single men walking back to the town. Occasionally, in a few open areas there were small groups of naked men engaged in lustful delights ignorant of the onlookers around them. Some of the men I passed had long ago discarded their swimsuits, beach towels were thrown over their shoulders and small backpacks in hand containing all that was needed.
I saw him a few meters off the path, the tanned god sitting on a flat waist high rock. His red speedo was tucked under his hairless brown balls. His long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail held by a rainbow colored ribbon. I stood behind a tree watching as men knelt to worship his tanned, uncut tool. Some kissed the tip as he ran his hand through their hair, his head back facing the sky enduring the gentle kisses on his cock or balls. Other naked men were there too, awaiting their turns to worship him in his glory. Of course, I was hard just watching. My need to join, only held back by my shy nature.
I'd told David, my travel buddy, that I wanted to explore more of the sea shore. So I took off down the beach searching for the path to the infamous gay beach. After about 15 minutes I spotted several men walking on a parallel route back to the main part of the village, I quickly made my way to the path and began walking in the direction they seemed to have been coming from. More and more men passed by me, most still naked. I knew that I was on the right path.
The god sitting on the flat stone looked in my direction and smiled. He nodded to the ground in front of him offering me a place next to a kneeling admirer. Not thinking I moved to sit there removing my own swimsuit to be naked, like the tanned god. For some reason my shy nature melted away. I was among worshippers at this altar of lust. The man next to me handed me a bottle of poppers that I gladly inhaled. The fumes gave me even more courage. Leaning forward I began licking then sucking on the phallus as both men moaned. I felt a lubed finger anoint my hole in preparation for the coming sacrifice. The tanned god grabbed my shoulders pulling me up into a deep kiss. As his tongue invaded my mouth I felt the other man move behind me positioning his hard, raw cock at my exposed entrance. Slowly, he pushed first the tip past my muscled hole. I moaned as I felt it stretch me. Another hit of the drug made me want more cock. He soon bottomed out, moaning his satisfaction. His wiry bush rubbed against my ass cheeks. This brought another moan from me. The god pulled my head to face him, saying,"You have needed to be taken by lovers, men who will appreciate you. Let us give you your first taste of pleasure. For tonight in the bars we will again bring you to the fullness of pleasure. For now enjoy us."
The men surrounding in the woods stepped forward, erect naked cocks in their hands for a closer look at my surrender to lust. Both of the lovers used me leaving their own seed deep inside me. I gave into their desires fully, without caring who witnessed it. They laid me on my beach towel on the flat rock as the gathered audience cheered my debasement. My cock shot a hands free load once, then twice as the two men pushed me to glory. I must have drifted off. When I woke I was alone, naked with the seed of many men covering my torso. Tucked behind my ear was a note that simply said "At midnight at EL horno." I then knew that this vacation would be one I'd long remember.