I had been hesitant about the holiday from the start. I didn’t like flying or hot climates, and I also had little in common with my three companions, one of whom I’d met for the first time at the airport. But in spite of my misgivings, I accepted the invitation. I hadn’t any holiday plans; I’d always wanted to visit the Balearic Islands, and I was keen to give new experiences a go.
I had been invited by two work colleagues, Leigh and Adam. My invitation was simply a necessity on their part. They, along with a friend, had booked a ‘lads’ holiday to the Mediterranean island of Ibiza. But days before the payment was due, the friend backed out. They needed a replacement quickly, so that’s where I came in.
Three days into the holiday, I was already regretting my decision. Even though, at the age of twenty-three, I was only three years older than my companion, we were on altogether different wavelengths. They would party from the early evening until the small hours, then sleep until the afternoon before starting the routine all over again. I did accompany them to a club on the first night but ended up retreating to the apartment before midnight.
I was sharing a room with Ben, who I’d first met at the airport. He would arrive back in a drunken state at around four in the morning. It was difficult enough to sleep with the steamy temperature, so to be awoken two nights in a row meant my impression of him wasn’t positive.
To be fair, he did apologise for his behaviour and promised to buy me a drink, but only if I joined him on that evening’s escapade. I was tempted, but the disapproving looks from Leigh and Adam made me decline. My opinion of Ben, however, had changed for the better. He was a nice guy and undoubtedly good-looking. I’d known since the age of sixteen that I was but had chosen to keep that side of my life private.
The night was steamy as usual. I was lying in bed naked with only a thin cotton sheet protecting my modesty. I eventually succumbed to sleep before the inevitable noisy return of my companions in the early hours. I was still half asleep when Ben blundered his way into the room. I had my back to him, so was unaware of his antics. The next thing I knew, my bare bum cheeks were slapped.
‘What are you playing at?’ I said irately.
‘If you don’t want attention, then don’t put your sexy arse on show,’ Ben replied cheekily.
‘Just keep your hands to yourself,’ I said as I covered my exposed behind with the bed sheet.
The room was illuminated by moonlight. I smiled as I watched him undress haphazardly. My penis twitched at the sight of his slim smooth chest, and it stiffened as he removed his boxers. Involuntarily, I ran my hand over my chest and stomach and under the covers. I slowly caressed the shaft of my erect penis. I felt my caution fade as lust began to envelop me. I reacted spontaneously.
‘I’m sorry for watching, but I can’t take my eyes off your lovely penis.’
‘Are you sure you can see it from over there?’ he said brightly. ‘Why don’t you come over and take a closer look?’
This was one invitation I didn’t need to think about. Ben flopped onto his back and began to masturbate. As I perched excitedly on the edge of the bed, I gently massaged my cock, which was slippy with precum. Perspiration coated my skin as my heart drummed. My lust for Ben was now rampant. I watched ardently as he stroked his cock energetically, but his frustration was evident: his erection was elusive.
‘Let me help,’ I said sympathetically.
He released his grip and spread his knees invitingly. I gently caressed his inner thigh with my fingertips and felt his skin prickle. He responded by running his hands slowly over his firm stomach before caressing his nipples. I cupped and gently massaged his testicles, which prompted his cock to twitch. I took hold of his stiffening shaft and began to roll my hand up and over, exposing his bulbous head.
Ben clutched at the bedsheet and emitted a gratifying moan as my stroke increased. Blood pulsated through his shaft engorging the head, which was now vividly red. His previously limp cock was transformed into a majestic seven inches. stiffening shaft. His cock was soon transformed into a majestic seven inches.
Ben moaned again. ‘Don’t tell anyone,’ he said in a quiet, halting voice.
‘I never would,’ I replied breathlessly.
I covered my lower teeth with my tongue, guided the head of his cock along its surface, and went down on him. I gagged as the bulbous head hit the back of my throat. But soon I was bobbing up and down rhythmically. Salty precum filled my mouth, and I swallowed involuntarily. Ben’s moaning intensified; I could feel his ejaculation was imminent. I stopped going down on him and rested the head of his cock on my tongue
Suddenly he emitted an intense moan; his body jerked, and hot cum squirted into my mouth. My head began to bob up and down. I could feel his ejaculation was imminent. I stopped going down on him and held his cock stationary. He let out a loud moan, his body jerked and hot cum squirted into my mouth. I gagged as it shot down my throat. As I continued to stroke his shaft, more cum squirted, which filled my mouth before dribbling down my chin. I wiped my lips with my hand and looked at a writhing Ben. His hands were covering his face, and he was emitting mellifluous noises which soon faded.
After a minute of silence, I lay down by his side. As the silence continued, I began to feel uneasy. Was he having regrets? But my fears ended when his arms suddenly cuddled me. Sensualness coursed through me as our clammy bodies entwined. We spooned for ten minutes before his erection signaled his desire was not yet sated. The head of his cock slipped between my bum cheeks before rubbing against my rim-hole.
‘There are condoms and lube in the bedside draw,’ I said softly.
I heard the drawer open, then a packet tearing. I brought my knees up to my chest and relaxed. Ben repositioned behind me, and I felt his warm breath against my ear.
‘I’ve never done this before,’ he whispered.’
I told him to lube me up with his finger first and then take things slowly. He soon got the hang of it. I let out a deep groan moan as the head of his cock stretched my rim-hole. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation; I’d regularly used butt plugs and had been fucked half a dozen times. Ben’s thick cock felt tight as it entered my arse, but he’d slathered on lots of lube, so It penetrated smoothly.
The rest came naturally to him. He fucked me fervently for a good fifteen minutes before orgasming. He rolled exhaustedly onto his back. I turned over, laid my head on his chest, and rubbed my stiff cock against his body. Waves of unadulterated pleasure swept over me as I neared orgasm. Every muscle in my body seemed to quiver as my arousal reached its peak. Ben held me tightly as I jerked involuntarily. Intense pleasure rippled over my skin. Our bodies, hot and sweaty, became entwined as we rested. We then kissed and cuddled before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
The following morning while Leigh and Adam slumbered, we went for a walk and found a private spot to talk. He told me he had no regrets about what happened, and how he’d fantasised for years about having sex with a guy, but insisted he wasn’t gay. I didn’t dispute his claim.
The following two nights, he made love to me in every position. But it was when he asked me to fuck him which confirmed my opinion of his sexuality. How his body and mind responded to my cock screwing his arse left me with no doubts.
Ben was a gay man: a beautiful, passionate gay man. He would eventually find the right course. I was just happy that I’d helped to nudge him in the right direction.
