Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2009 15:15:58 -0400
From: celt109@talktalk.net
Subject: Holiday romp re-visited...

This is a true story and contains sexual behaviour between two consenting
men:

My name is Marty, and I'm bi-sexual leaning more to the male side. Hobbies
include travelling, reading and one or two court sports. One of my most
dangerous pastimes is checking out people when they have had a drink and
are asleep or passed out or whatever. When I say dangerous, I mean close
friends who are predominantly straight. A smack in the head could offend if
caught, know what I mean? My wondering hands go into overdrive and
eventually end up inside someone's boxers or underpants. I've had the odd
sexual encounter but not with strangers, just by chance a few tipsy moments
with people I know that perhaps went further than expected. Lucky me!

I've known Ed for some years now. He's been married a couple of times and
had some disastrous relationships in between times. He is totally straight
( is that at all possible ?) but unfortunately very needy and isn't too
selective with his choice of women, because he is one of that rare breed of
people who have to be with someone, just because? (We are both in our
forties). And believe me he has had his fair share of munters. We've always
been quite close and on greeting each other and saying good-bye we have
always hugged and sometimes even pecked necks.( He refers to our
relationship as two brothers) Which obviously suits me just fine, cos I
like the feel of a good bloke in my arms. Now he isn't conventionally good
looking, but not totally ugly. But he is quite hairy, and that is a big
plus with me. He has quite large protruding nipples that have always been a
fasination with me and a nice little bulge on the odd occasion depending on
which side he chooses to dress on a particular day.

Now we did lose touch for a couple of years due to a bit of a falling out
between some "not so" mutual friends and unfortunately it turned out quite
nasty. Well a year or so ago he phoned me out of the blue. Two reasons
really, 1, he had a few family problems going on and 2, he missed me. We
agreed to meet and also keep away from certain parties who may disapprove
of his sudden re-appearance.  After the obligatory questions about the whys
and wherefores of our parting the waves and subsequent future meetings we
finally agreed to keep in touch.  As I said earlier, I have a penchant for
foreign travel and this year was no exception. The only problem is that I
budget and have what I call a flight fund (rainy day fund to the
uninitiated). And this year, no-one had any funds so a solo trip looked
quite likely. I approached Eam and asked him if he fancied a week in Spain,
and after one of his dodgy liaisons had recently ended, decided to come
with me and try to put her out of his mind. Yeah right! Although he comes
across as needy, he is also quite gregarious and will dance at the drop of
a hat, talk to anyone he makes eye contact with and be generally tactile
under the influence. When I say tactile, I mean the arm round the
shoulders/buddy thing. Which can be a little disconcerting to some people?
Totally harmless but occasionally with the wrong person about as irritating
as thrush. Ha Ha! We found a regular bar within spitting distance of the
hotel which we made a point of finishing the day off at. It was run by two
ok Spanish guys who were quite free and easy with complimentary shots of
various local brews. The eastern European bar maids were quite tasty
too. One evening I had the misfortune of having my drink spiked which
resulted in a mild panic attack and the off chance of the would be
perpetrator coming to ones aid and ultimately helping themselves to wallet,
jewellery etc.

We went back to the hotel and chatted for a while, both sat on one of the
single beds in our boxers with me concentrating on certain genital areas of
my good mate. The chat was to bring me down after the drink spiking
incident. It sort of worked. He eventually laid face down on the bed and
continued to talk while I sat there watching the rise and fall of his hairy
back and bottom. He complained of having a stiff neck and I offered to
massage him. I knelt beside him on his bed and commenced rubbing his neck
and shoulders. After a couple of minutes, he started to arch his back and
then pressed his groin into the bed. I was gobsmacked to say the least and
feigning shock asked him what he was doing. He pulled my hand underneath
him so that I was now grasping his stiff cock. He started to hump into my
hand, I of course thought all my Christmases had arrived on the same day
and perhaps a little too eager, attempted to removed his boxers which he
helped with. He asked if I had ever done anything like this before and I
gave him some bull about experimenting as a teenager. He on the other hand
had apparently not, this was allegedly his first time and I was inclined to
believe him. We eventually slowed down somewhat and started kissing each
other. He was very keen and I didn't discourage his ardour. He was also
very vocal in his instructions to me, i.e., "wank me baby, suck my nipples"
he almost shouted. I duly obliged and satisfied my own curiosity after all
those years.

I wanked him and played with his balls, I went down on him and that is when
I realised that maybe this was just a drunken release for him. He was quite
forthright and very demanding as I was pleasuring him. I expected this to
be a one off holiday thing and in the morning nothing would be said. I
enjoyed exploring his body, running my hand through the rug on his chest
and belly. I sucked his nipples and even turned him over to examine his
hairy ass. I kissed his back and made my way down to his hairy crack, when
I opened him and exposed his hole I knew I had to take full advantage of
the situation and taste it. He obviously enjoyed it and yet again pulled my
hand around to his cock which was a bit bigger than mine at approximately
six and a half inches. Not huge by any means, but plenty for me. I
continued to lick and rub him and presently he turned over and I saw his
cock in all its glory staring at me like a predatory reptile. "Suck me" he
said, in quite a demanding tone. He then grabbed my head and forced himself
into the back of my throat. I tried to accommodate him but found it quite
difficult, I also discovered what a selfish lover he could be. Not
returning the compliment, albeit tentatively. He did suck me briefly and I
chanced my arm and sat on his face. He instinctively put his tongue in my
hole and gave me the hard on you can only dream about.

He then grabbed my cock and was pretty rough, almost taking on the persona
of someone possessed. His wanking technique was almost caveman like, but I
endured the pain because I needed this. He looked down at me and said with
a twisted grin "you like this don't you" his face almost contorting into
evil personified. I lay there looking at him and loving him at the same
time. Then in one fluid movement he flipped me over and I felt his hot
breath on the back of my neck. "You want that cock? Mmmm! You want that
cock don't you". Yes I said, give it to me. And he did. Unfortunately I
wasn't quite ready and certainly not relaxed enough, when he suddenly and
without warning attempted to plunge it into me. Well I imagine the whole of
southern Spain heard me screaming "Nooooo!"

It was my first time at being penetrated, cos I am usually the top. I
managed to crawl out from underneath him and laid there, eyes streaming
with tears of pain. He then gave me the option of carrying on sucking him,
which I of course did never knowing if this would ever happen again. I
grabbed his cock and balls and wanted to hurt him, but I'm not inherently
violent so I continued to wank him while he barked his orders at me. He
also bit my neck several times which I had no problem with cos the holiday
snaps looked quite cool with my neck all battered and bruised. We
eventually lay down and went to sleep. Me hugging my teddy bear of a man,
still fascinated by his hairy chest, but he kept pushing my hand down
towards his cock, and that is how we went to sleep.

In the morning we looked at each other and with trepidation, kissed and
fondled one another. What initially felt like a dream was now a stark
reality and we re- commenced our night before and picked up where we left
off after falling asleep. My problem now was that my ass was so bruised
from the unintentional rape and I was literally buggered for about three
days. Sitting down and getting up was not a pleasure in the least. I didn't
complain but I watched Ed's face on occasion showing a kind of regret,
although nothing was mentioned. The following night was now for lovers, and
that is what we became. I still thought this is going to end in three or
four days time and all I'll have are some memories and some wanking
thoughts back home. Boy was I ever wrong.  That night we were now
comfortable with each other and both more relaxed. There was none of the
clumsiness of the night before, but two people willing to please each
other.

The sex was good, but there was always something at the back of his mind (I
suspected) that may have made him feel a bit guilty of these sinful
pleasures. Sometimes he didn't even look at me when we touched or
whatever. I thought, to hell with it and carried on making passes at him in
the hotel room. There was no hint of anything outside of that hotel
room. Although, if a girl gave him the glad eye, I returned it with my
campest look as if to say, "back off bitch! He's with me". The night before
flying home was exceptional, and I thought this is it lad, tomorrow we are
back to normal and back to our lives in the UK. I thank goodness for
digital cameras, cos I took a few snaps of his nether regions for home. He
wasn't too keen and placed the pillow over his face for modesty. I on the
other hand wasn't bothered, cos I knew who the body belonged to. While we
were at it, and in quite a big way I might add, he said something to me
that totally shocked me, and almost knocked me off my feet. "When we get
home, I'm gonna fuck you in every room in my flat, bite your nipples finger
your clit (which is how he referred to my ass) until you scream".  Mmmmm, I
thought, I that the drink talking? The following day we flew home...