Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2020 10:08:16 +0000 (UTC) From: adam walker Subject: Beer, Sun and Sex; Bisexual; Encounters Please donate to nifty.org to ensure they can maintain the site and the quality content we all enjoy. Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think, and what happens when Callum and Jack meet up the following weekend? --------------------- The lads had had a great week. For three of them it had been their first holiday abroad as 'grown-ups' without parents to cramp their style. Callum, nearly 21, had been to this resort before with his older brother and some of his mates. He claimed to have copped off with a married woman a decade his senior on that visit, but his mates were sceptical. As the eldest, the role of leader naturally gravitated towards him. Six feet tall, ginger-haired, and heavily built, he made an imposing figure even if he was already beginning to develop a bit of a beer belly. They'd made it to the final night of their holiday - another boozy stagger round the bars of the Costa. Callum had disappeared earlier in the evening with Maria, a busty local girl he'd picked up at their penultimate stop on the bar crawl. The gang returned to the flat with a female guest - Julie, average height, brown haired, in her late 20s and from Derby. They'd picked her up in a sweaty bar, or rather she'd picked them up, making it quite clear she wanted them all, but settling for the three lads after Callum went rogue. Jack, Darren and Ben piled into the flat, only to be met by wild grunts. Out on the balcony Callum was fucking the Spanish girl. His plump ass could be seen bobbing up and down as he rutted like an animal. A few minutes earlier Callum had led Maria to the balcony. There he pulled down his trackie bottoms with one hand while the other slid inside the girl's short skirt seeking to get inside her pants. She took Callum's cock and brought it to an erect state while his fingers brushed against her pussy. The young woman needed little encouragement, and knelt before Callum's thick cock. At least two other holidaymakers sitting on their balconies late in the evening caught a glimpse of the woman swallowing Callum's six inches of pleasure. Soon they moved to the floor where Callum voraciously licked and chewed Maria's luscious breasts as sweat dripped off them in the Spanish heat. With a certain lack of subtlety (foreplay wasn't really Callum's area of expertise) he quickly moved to penetration. Rolling a rubber, tightly stretched over his concrete-like cock he parted the lips of Maria's pussy. Soon he was rockin' and a rollin', living for the moment. He barely noticed when the other three turned up with their guest. Julie knew what she wanted - virile youths full of hormones who would be only too willing to give her some loving. She realised she wasn't the most attractive girl in the bar but understood that to these horny dogs her curves and cunt would provide ample attraction. She sensed they were a little hesitant, so she took command and collapsed onto the bed pulling Ben with her. Tall thin and wiry, with soft creamy brown skin, and straight dark hair he was the only one of the lads who could be described as handsome. Jack and Darren watched as Ben continued the heated exploration of Julie's body that they had begun in the club where they had met. The other two watched, not quite sure what to do but reluctant to join in: Darren for fear of touching his mates and being thought of as gay; Jack because he wanted nothing more than to drain Ben and Darren's cocks and feared his actions might reveal his secret desires in a moment of uncontrolled lust. Jack and Darren stood, hands down the front of their shorts, stroking themselves as Ben and Julie quickly got naked. "C'mon boys lets see what you've got," pleaded Julie. The other two youths stripped. Jack stood naked, rigid with excitement, not at prospect of a fuck, but at the thrill of watching Darren and Ben. He surreptitiously glances at Darren: brown curly hair, body - short and slim with an array of tatts, and jutting out from his groin (also covered in curly brown hair) a slim but long torpedo. Jack pretended to gawk and Julie, but in reality his eyes were riveted to Ben's alluring body. Jack noted with a little inner pride that his cock was bigger than Ben's seven incher. Jack, of medium height and build with short dark hair, was confident that his solid eight incher would make sure he didn't go unnoticed. Julie took Ben's cock and slipped it inside her. They lay on their side while Ben, oblivious to his audience, built up a slow steady rhythm with long deep thrusts. The pair kissed and pawed at each others' bodies writhing on the bed as Julie moaned lustfully. The novelty of performing in front of his mates meant Ben didn't last long. A high pitched squeak marked Ben's ejaculation, followed by sudden spasms as his body jackknifed in response to the currents running through it. Ben panted heavily until he regained his breath. Withdrawing his cock from Julie's pussy, he rolled over, and ripped off his rubber waving it in air to expose how full it was. Jack just wanted the contents of that rubber and to lick Ben's cock clean, but he pretended to be staring lewdly at Julie's snatch. 'Donkey' Darren climbed onto the bed, proudly displaying his hard-on which looked all the more impressive contrasted with his slight frame. With no interest in foreplay he knelt on the bed and pulled Julie's legs up so he could bury his cock deep inside her. A bit of a show-off, he mounted Julie taking care to position himself so that Jack and Ben could see his large cock sliding in and out of the wet pussy. Jack tentatively approached Julie at the head of the bed and offered her his cock to suck. He desperately wanted to lean over and guide Darren's mouth to his nipples, and run his hand down Daz's lean narrow back until his fingers reach top of Darren's crack. Jack enjoyed the blow job, but wished it were Callum's lips round his shaft. He looked over towards the balcony where Callum was still grinding away at his Spanish partner. Like Ben, Darren found the situation too arousing to prevent the headlong rush towards climax. With his feral features, short stature and spotty complexion he hadn't had many opportunities to 'impress the ladies'. He whipped his cock out as he approached climax, shouted "bombs away" and spunked over Julie's stomach and breasts. Julie slid a finger into her cunt and fingered her clit as she orgasmed loudly. Jack nervously prepared to take his turn knowing that it would keep his reputation as a randy straight alpha-male lad intact. He pondered the contrast with reality. His two encounters during the holiday so far had been a young, athletic waiter he'd fucked on the beach one night and a blow job with a thirty-something desk clerk (probably married) in a storeroom at the hotel. Meanwhile on the balcony Maria had climbed on top of Callum and ridden him to satisfying mutual orgasms. The pair crept in to join Jack's audience Jack rubbered up, keeping the lads in his line of vision. Ben and Darren had beers in one hand and semi hard cocks in the other, Callum was using a towel to wipe away the sweat and semen left by his exertions. Jack leaned in deep to his partner, partly so he could whisper seductive encouragement into her ears, but also to make sure that his body rubbed against Daz's spunk that still coated her body. Nothing excited Jack more about the entire encounter than the aroma and taste of Daz's spunk as he ran his tongue over Julie's sticky body. As Jack fucked the woman his mind is concentrated on imagining Callum's beefy bum bobbing up and down as he buried his cock in the girl on the balcony. Jack wished he had been on hand to offer Callum a full service. Jack was willing to bet Callum had never been rimmed and that it would have driven him wild to have Jack explore his ass. Jack licked Julie's breasts wishing he could taste more of Daz's cum, and simultaneously wondered what it would taste like to slip his tongue deep in Callum's crack. That and the frisson of performing in front of an audience kept Jack hard. "More, harder" Julie moaned. "I love your cunt" hollered Jack, pleased at his improvisation skills "Give me that fat cock, give it to me deep, " she responded Jack found performing for his mates exhilarating. He realised that if you didn't count the many men he'd fucked and been fucked by, he was losing his virginity. While his body was rhythmically pumping his partner, in his mind he replayed a mental slideshow of the waiter he fucked on the beach. Just as he recalled the waiter's noisy climax Jack began to feel a familiar tingle. It built into a climactic crescendo, an ear-splitting grunt that woke up the couple next door, and brought him to end of his journey. As he collapsed exhausted, the dominant emotion was relief. Relief that he had risen to the occasion - both literally and metaphorically. Julie sat up smiling and told the lads that she'd like to take them all back to Derby with her. "So who was best?" asked Darren, sounding at his cockiest. "Boys, you were all lush" she replied. --------------------------- Jack dozed on the flight home after too much beer and not enough sleep. He smiled as he recalled his second encounter, on the morning of departure, with desk clerk. This had been less hurried than the first, reciprocated blow jobs, lots of tit-play and a dash of fingering. Jack's mind wandered; he wondered whether the married supervisor at his workplace (a dull soulless warehouse) wanted to be sucked off again. Something stirred in his shorts. This train of thought was interrupted by a 'trolly dolly', camp as tits, trying to sell more over priced crap, very solicitous, but then that's part of his job. The flight attendant's eyes lingered, hinting at lustful thoughts about the four lads. It didn't escape Jack's notice. As he moved down the plane Daz laughed, "I think he's got the hots for you Ben." "Na, I'm sure its your ass he's after," joshed Ben. Callum leaned forward: "It's when the homos stop fancying you, you should start worrying - cos it means you must be an ugly old fucker like me," he said in a self-deprecating tone. "Anyway each to his own, if that's what floats his boat it's no skin off my nose," he continued, staring meaningfully at Jack. "Besides I hear the gay guys give good blow jobs and I'd rather get a good blow job than a wank any day." Jack thought Callum gave him a sly wink as he said this. He had a feeling that maybe at least one of his mates wouldn't be fazed to discover he was gay, and that soon, maybe just possibly, he might get to suck on the cock that had been his dominant fantasy since he first started wrestling with his sexuality at the start of his teenage years.