The Holiday: Part 1
I was awoken by John who burst into the bedroom noisily. I sat up with a start, disorientated, blinking in the light as John threw open the curtains allowing in the morning sun.
"Come on bollocks. Rise and shine.............Oh! I see part of you has already risen," he said with a wicked smile.
I followed his gaze and with a pang of shock heightened by mild panic I realised that, as I'd sat up suddenly, my duvet had fallen away and my proud, morning erection was standing to attention, front and centre. I was acutely aware in the clarity of vision that 'fight or flight' panic brings that this wasn't a case of being 'piss proud'. This erection was a result of the incredibly vivid, erotic dreams that I had been having. This split second appeared in my minds eye as a feature length technicolour movie. And then, with equal clarity, the voice of my sub-consciousness blurted out that it hadn't all been a dream. I defaulted to my goldfish impersonation. Opening and closing my mouth, gulping in air, trying to speak, trying to swallow and looking from John to my cock and back to John. I grabbed for the duvet and missed. How can you miss a duvet? Grab a handful and pull for God's sake. I had missed because John had stood on the end of the duvet as he advanced towards me.
Reading my confused state John said, "Oh yes. It definitely happened. And you definitely liked it”.
With that he dropped his dressing gown revealing his straining dick pointing accusingly, straight at me. Was he going to fuck me now? Was he going to take my virgin arsehole here in my own bedroom? These questions were left hanging in the fog of my confused consciousness as John placed his hands on my thighs, bent at the waist and swallowed my cock whole, stopping only when his nose bumped up against my pelvic bone. He withdrew until his mouth surrounded my cockhead where he paused to suck it as hard as he could. I tried to raise my hips to meet him but John held me down by my thighs. He released my cock with a pop. The noise people make sometimes when sucking a lollipop.
"Right. Come on," he said. "We've got a holiday to smash. We've got plenty of time for this. All week in fact. Let's get going."
"What are we doing for breakfast?" I asked lamely. Even as I said it I realised how bloody stupid it sounded. My best friend had just sucked my cock, again, albeit briefly and had just told me how he was planned to ravish me on holiday. Perhaps I was thinking of sausages or something. Something Freudian. Or maybe the base instinct of survival over ruled my insistent cock. In short I was bloody starving.
John replied, laughing "I'm obviously a great cock sucker. I suck your cock and seduce you into the joyous world of man sex and all you can think about is breakfast! You know how to make a boy feel good Ricky. I'm fine for breakfast. I’ve just had a banana. Ta Dum Tish”.
"Oh right. Sorry John. I didn't mean anything by that. You're a great cock sucker. I think. Better than Julie from the Tesco Metro anyway. I'll grab something at the airport."
John simply grinned and shook his head at me as I made my way to the shower. "Priceless Rick. Julie? From Tesco’s? Truly priceless."
As I entered the bathroom all I could think of was bacon and eggs. But then my soapy hands found my erection and all of a sudden I knew I would survive. At least until we hit Maccy D's at the airport.
The next thirty minutes were pandemonium. John and I were rushing around, getting showered, getting dressed, checking suitcases, passports, money, passports, tickets, passports and shouting reassuring words to my Mum and Dad who were now up and about. Dad was giving us a lift to the airport and Mum was being more efficient than Airport Security and Border Agency Staff. Hence the repeated, luggage, ticket and passport checks! I was amazed that she didn't demand to see boarding cards before allowing us to leave the house! To be fair, her baby boy was going abroad, away from home, with a group of lads outside of all parental control for the very first time.
It was a forty five minute drive to the airport and it was the longest three quarters of an hour I'd ever endured. Dad insisted on a running commentary giving us what seemed to be a blow by blow account of his youthful adventures. I sat scarlet faced in the back and retreated further into my sexually confused inner turmoil. I had so many things to ask John. I had so many things to learn about myself, and my sexuality. And I knew we wouldn't get a chance to discuss any of it on a rowdy holiday with four other lads. Privacy would be at a premium. So little did I know!
We arrived at the airport just in time to prevent my Dad embarrassing me even further. He had walked so far down his memory lane I swear he was about to tell us of his and Mums' first time. We piled out of the car and rumbled into the departure lounge, the wheels on our suitcases bouncing and trundling along behind us. No sooner had we burst in to departures we were greeted by catcalls and whistles from our four amigos, sitting on their luggage near to the check in desks. My God, did they look rough? They looked like four guys who had been drinking all night, rolled in at 5 a.m. and had a couple of hours sleep before trucking up at the airport. This, as it turned out, was exactly what they had done! I immediately started to worry about my holiday medical insurance. After a round of back slapping, man hugs, high fives, low fives and fist bumping the banter and piss taking began.
At this point I should, perhaps, introduce the other four holiday makers. Loudest of all is Big Joe. Joe had been Big Joe since first year. He currently stood at 6'3" and showed no signs of stopping. Tall and slim with cropped, reddish hair Joe is blessed, or cursed, with a redheads fair skin that will only ever become a tan if somebody took the effort to join up the freckles with a brown bingo dabber. Joe hadn't brought any sun block. He had brought baseball caps and long sleeved shirts. Joe played centre half for the football team. The way he played mirrors his personality. Straight forward, no nonsense, hard and fair.
Little Joe isn't really little. It's all relative. He was about 5'8" but as long as Big Joe is around he would always be Little Joe. Except in the cock department. Little Joe is what you might call very well endowed. Long and thick, he is quite rightly proud of it. So proud that almost every time he gets d*unk he has to whip it out and brandish it like a light sabre until one of us ushers him away before the bouncers arrive. Strangely enough few ladies ever seemed to be offended. Or particularly impressed for that matter. Little Joe has a compact well developed, muscular body with well-defined abdominals and pectorals. He has a mop of unruly, brown hair that give him a cheeky, boyish appearance which, to be fair, does seem to make him very popular with the girls.
Then there's Robbie. His real name is David but he is known as Robbie because of his likeness to Robbie Williams. He doesn't really look like him unless you count black hair, twinkly eyes, devilish grin and impish smile as being Robbie Williams-esque. His nickname is more to do with his patented chat up line whereby he sidles up to an unsuspecting female and whispers 'Let me entertain you'. This usually results in raucous, mocking laughter, a slap around the face and/or projectile vomiting from said females. I doubt the real Robbie Williams ever suffered such indignities. To be fair Robbie is a good looking guy who, even at his tender age, has an impressive degree of success with the ladies. He was in good physical shape and his torso, for some reason, hadn't yet been overgrown with hair. He was a true smoothy.
And finally there's Ewan or, as he is known to us, 'Diego'. His nickname came about because our code word for his older sister is 'Diego'. His sisters' name is Donna. She is gorgeous. We all want to 'Marry Donna'. Consequently, she and poor old Ewan became Diego Marry Donna. I know, I know. What can I say? Sixth form schoolboy humour that we thought was quite clever. Ewan/Diego is the joker of the group. He is always playing outrageous pranks, telling outrageous jokes and generally being outrageous. There was no nastiness in him at all. He has a great personality and is universally popular. He is also the only 'blondie' in the group. He kept his hair short and topped with an outrageous 'Tin-Tin' flick at the front. He is blue eyed too and looks very Scandinavian.
After messing up Diego's perfectly gelled hair and giving Big Joe a 'dead arm' in return for the 'Chinese burn' he had just given me we shouldered our bags and made our way to the check in desk. We shuffled through to the departure lounge and I looked round for Maccy D's and..............there wasn't one. What? No Maccy D's? Bollocks! However, there was an upmarket franchise that sold what looked like a Maccy D big breakfast at a price that unashamedly told their customers that they knew they were a captive audience. This was a disproportionate dent in my holiday cash already. A bad omen, I felt.
As we sat down to await our call to the gate the four 'all -- nighters' gulped bottled water and energy drinks before resting their heads on the backs of the uncomfortable designer, as in designed by the Marquis De Sade, airport chairs and closing their eyes. John was off looking around the electronic gadget shops. Who buys 42" Flat Screen HD TV's in an airport departure lounge? How do they get it in the overhead locker? Two of lifes great mysteries right there.
I tucked into my expensive version of a fast food breakfast and let my eyes wander around departures. "My God," I mumbled to myself around a mouthful of hash brown. There were gangs of girls around about my own age and a little older all going on holiday too. And they were already wearing their holiday outfits. Unbelievably short and tight denim shorts; See through lacey tops showing off their bras and breasts; Incredibly tight cropped top T-shirts showing off their breasts and belly button piercings and lower back or hip tattoos. There was every shade of pink clothing on display along with nipple outlines and camel toes. I was doing my best owl impression with my head turning through 360 degrees, trying not to miss a thing when a raven haired, pale skinned beauty caught me recklessly eyeballing her prominent mons barely concealed in baby pink velour shorts. She smiled a cheeky smile, held my gaze momentarily, turned on her heel and made a great show of bending at the waist to look for something in her hand luggage. Across her bottom was the word 'Sassy' in glittering silver lettering. But my eyes were drawn to the thin strip of material that was disappearing between the cheeks off her arse whilst beautifully encasing and framing her plump vulva.
Immediately I felt the familiar warm surge in my loins and the pre-erection twitch in my cock. I loved that feeling as the blood coursed through the veins and filled out my cock. I revelled in the feeling for a minute until I realised that I too was in my holiday gear and the confining properties of light cotton surfer shorts was nowhere near as effective as denim jeans.
Like an idiot I abruptly moved my burger carton to cover my nether region and my embarrassment. In doing so I crushed the opened ketchup sachet that I had balanced on my knee causing tomato coloured sauce to squirt across my hand luggage. This caused the group of girls with 'Raven' to burst out laughing. My face turned the same colour as the ketchup and I looked anywhere and everywhere apart from at 'Raven'. When the laughter subsided, I risked a glance in 'Ravens' direction and she was looking straight at me. She smiled her cheeky smile once again, pulled her tight T-shirt down to stretch it smoothly over her breasts and then pulled her shorts up ever so slightly so that the seam forced its way between her pussy lips. Now that was what I called High Definition. My cock was raging by now. But just as I began to wonder if she would be on our flight, or be staying in our resort or even better in our hotel, 'Raven' and her friends were called to Gate 3. They were going to Greece. Not even close. Still, if the girls were so provocatively dressed and so outrageously sexual in the airport departure lounge what would they be like actually on holiday?
And, I had a proper, hard erection. Through looking at girls. Sexy girls. Beautiful girls. My grey, depressing confusion cloud descended again. "So where does that leave me," I thought. God I was mixed up. I was aroused by girls and boys. Did I prefer girls or boys? Was I just a mass of raging hormones that became aroused at any hint of flesh, any hint of sexually overt behaviour? Did gender matter? What did matter? Did love matter? Did emotion matter? Or was it purely sex, the most basic of animal instincts?
A thud in the middle of my back from Big Joe sent the remains of my not so big breakfast onto my hand luggage where it was finally joined with the ketchup that had been promised to it earlier.
"Now then soft lad," bellowed Big Joe. "Haven't you eaten that plastic burger yet? Fuckin' 'ell. What's it doing in your bag? You're not taking it with you are you?"
And with that, Big Joe ended my philosophical musings. We were called for our flight that would take me to the seven days that would change my life. Forever.
The flight was uneventful. The four musketeers plugged in their earphones, leaned back in their seats and crashed out. John and I chatted for half an hour before he joined them in catching a few zeds. My mind was far too active to even think about getting some sleep. I read the in flight magazine. I plugged in my own ear phones. I took out my ear phones. I went to the toilet and got trapped in the aisle by the drinks trolley which was in front of the very shapely bottom of a female flight attendant. As I was ogling her peachy bum I began to wonder when they stopped being called stewards and stewardesses and became attendants and cabin crew. And then I started to think about dog turds. And human entrails. And vomit. Anything to prevent the further expansion of my dick which had obviously just received the pictures of said peachy bum, complete with panty line, that were being beamed to it live by the Mark 1 eyeball cam. By the time I got back to my seat I had decided that I needed a therapist. Either that or a good hard fuck!
At long last we landed and, after an interminably hot, sweaty wait by the luggage carousels, we emerged into the beautifully hot, dry, Mediterranean sunshine. We quickly found our pre-booked, people carrier, airport transfer and within forty five minutes we were standing in the cool, air conditioned, spectacular atrium that housed the impressive reception area of what appeared to be a rather top notch hotel.
We stood still and looked around and up and at each other. Robbie broke the silence when he proclaimed, "Fuck up number 1. We're in the wrong hotel. Same name but the pictures and the web link your Dad showed us, Ricky wasn't for this bad boy." We all nodded in agreement before Diego said, "Well if this isn't our hotel, where, in the name of all that's holy, is it?".
I took the lead and ambled up to the receptionist, a stunning young Spanish senorita who managed to make her conservative corporate uniform look like the sexiest garments ever designed for the female form. I smiled my best, man of the world, seasoned traveller smile and she beamed at me expectantly. I glanced at her name badge and in high school Spanish greeted her with a cheery,
"Hola. Buenos Dia Pilar." Pilar's smile widened as she replied in perfect English,
"Good day, Sir. How may I help you?"
I asked if she held a reservation for three twin rooms in the name of ‘Gardner’ for seven days. Pilar busied herself at her computer. After no more than 15 seconds she looked up. Her smiled had been replaced by a confused frown. "Three rooms? Twin rooms? Gardner?” she queried. The lads, who had now joined me at the counter groaned in unison and Robbie murmured "Told you didn't I. Never even heard of us." Pilar overheard him and stated,
"This is contrary Senor. We have you on our computer as Gardner for seven days. You do not have twin rooms. I am sorry for you. You have three standard suites on the Panoramico. That is level eight. Senor Hammesh Gardner makes you the upgrade on Visa."
"Hammesh?" whispered Big Joe, "Who the fuck is Hammesh? Is this a scam?"
"It's my Dad you doughnut," I whispered back. "She means James. 'J' is 'H' in Spanish.......I think”
We completed the check in, picked up our key cards and Pilar arranged for porters to take our bags up to our suites as we feigned nonchalance. As if we'd spent all our holidays in suites on Panoramic Floors of classy hotels.
The suites were fantastic. Wide balconies or sun terraces as they were described in the blurb. Huge bathrooms or walk in wetrooms complete with hot tubs as they were described in the blurb. Fridge with ice maker and two spacious bedrooms complete with double beds or king size divans according to the blurb. This was incredible. I immediately texted my thanks to my Dad 'Himes'. He replied almost immediately. Apparently all our parents had chipped in to upgrade the rooms as we had done so well with our studies. And he had managed to get a special low occupancy rate. We were ecstatic. Jumping up and down, running in and out of each others suites, opening doors and cupboards and wardrobes, turning on power showers and bouncing on huge beds. This was going to be a great week.
After ten minutes of boyish excitement and as the porters deposited our suitcases, we bomb burst into our respective suites. Big Joe was sharing with Little Joe, Diego was with Robbie and John and I were sharing. In the silence that followed as we got our breath back I looked at John and he looked at me. His words of this morning [was it only this morning?] were echoing around my head;
"We've got plenty of time for this. All week in fact."
My brain interpreted 'this' in the only way it could and in the only way I wanted to hear it and sent signals of confirmation through my nipples, across my stomach, around my bottom and straight to my cock and balls. John pushed the door to our suite closed and walked towards me.
"Unfinished business, Ricky boy. Time to get unpacked," he said smiling. I pulled on the draw string of my surfer shorts, fumbling with the knot.
"I mean unpack our suitcases dopey. Talk about a one track mind”.
My brain now had a vital decision to make. It was being asked to pump blood to my cock to fuel my growing erection, to my heart as it was beating fit to burst, to itself so it could continue to keep me alive and to my face to ensure it blushed fiercely enough to match my embarrassment. There had to be a loser. My cock lost. As it deflated my face lit up like a distress beacon. As he sauntered past me John patted my bottom, leaned in close, licked my ear and whispered, "Soon Ricky. Soon."
We unpacked in double quick time and met the others back in reception. Then en masse we strode out to the pool area. The pool was fantastic. It was split level with the lower half being an 'infinity pool'. The upper level was a large kidney shape with an island in the middle containing cascading water walls. If you swam through a gap at the far end it brought you to a swim up bar and beyond that was a large patio with pool and table tennis tables. On the left hand side of the pool was an area set back, shaded by an arbour that contained two massage beds. Music was playing over a loudspeaker system at a discrete sound level. There was plenty of activity in and around the pool and the age range of guests appeared not to venture below eighteen or creep much above forty five-ish. There wasn't a kid in sight.
As we strode out to pool side Little Joe, like a man on a mission, clapped his hands together rapidly and said "Okay lads. Here we go," like he was leading his team out in a cup final. No sooner had he said this when Big Joe leaned into him and gently eased him off the pool side and into the pool which Little Joe entered with a splash bigger than I thought the laws of physics would allow. His baseball cap floated away, his sunglasses sank and his shorts inflated like a hovercraft. A group of girls nearby immediately began giggling. Little Joe simply bowed and duck dived to retrieve his designer shades. We fixed on our bright yellow, 'all inclusive' wristbands, handed our membership cards to the handsome Spaniard in the grass roofed poolside hut, took our beach towels from him and set up our pool camp.
Little Joe caught up with us just in time for us to send him to the bar to get the first round of holiday drinks on the grounds that it was a swim up bar and he was already wet. In fact he was reminded that it was remiss of him to emerge from the pool without the drinks in the first place. To make up for it LJ returned with a double round. Six bottles of lager and six shots.
And with that we were up and running. We settled in on our sun loungers and arranged our essential gear. Towels, shades, tables, i-Pods, sun tan lotion and bottled water. We gazed around the pool, nudging each other as we spotted girl after sexy girl. Every single girl and woman in and around the pool was topless. Every size, shape, colour and weight of breast and nipple was on display in the most un-selfconscious way which made the scene even sexier. Every colour of the rainbow and every style of swim suit bottom was represented. There were boy shorts, standard bikini bottoms, string tied bikini bottoms, thongs and barely there bits of string that didn’t cover many bits. This was paradise indeed. The guys all looked quite buff too. But I did notice one thing.
"Hey John. Notice anything about the guys around the pool," I shouted over.
"What? Why would I be looking at the guys when all this womanhood is around," he replied a bit too quickly and with a bit too much machismo, I thought.
"Well have a look. What don't you see?" I pressed him.
The rest of the lads were looking too, puzzled expressions on their faces. John looked at me like I was mad and shook his head from side to side. "What?" he demanded. "What the fuck are you on about?".
"No Speedos mate. Not a single pair of Speedos you sad sack", I announced laughing out loud. BJ, LJ, Diego and Robbie snapped their heads round to John so fast I was sure they suffer whiplash. Diego was right onto it.
"Tell me you haven't brought Speedos with you. Please God tell me you haven't."
John turned bright red and pleaded, "The ladies love 'em. Trust me." With whoops of jeering laughter we jumped on him picked him by the arms and legs and swung him into the pool. A big cheer went up from our fellow holidaymakers. As soon as he surfaced we sent him off to the bar for another round. The drinking, the banter and the boyish high jinks carried on until about five o'clock. In that time a few 'Hello's' and admiring glances, smiles and winks were exchanged between us and various young ladies as we began to settle in.
We agreed to meet in the bar at nine o'clock, grab something to eat and head out into the town around eleven. That done we all made our way back to our rooms. I was feeling a little light headed. The lack of food, the alcohol and the sun were obviously affecting me.
As the door closed behind us John was already stripping off and heading to the wet room.
"Fancy a hot tub Ricky?”, he called over his shoulder.
"Sounds good mate," I replied as I dropped my shorts. As I did I had something of an alcohol induced epiphany. Unfinished business he said. "Well," I thought, "Let's finish it." I went into his room and lay on his bed completely naked. I spread my legs, stroked my cock to full hardness and waited. After a couple of minutes John walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks. His lips parted in a big smile as he muttered,
"You are one slut, Ricky”.
John walked quickly and directly to the bed and lay down directly on top of me. He began to rub his hardening cock against my raging boner as he kissed me full on the lips. It was very different to kissing a girl. It was rougher. There was much clashing of teeth and many nasal collisions. I felt as if John was literally trying to eat my face. Our tongues writhed and rolled and rollicked together in each other's mouths. John bit down on my lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth. He kissed around my neck and forced his tongue into my ear. This set me off bucking my body, trying to achieve as much skin on skin contact as possible. I wanted to feel as much of his body against mine as I could in an attempt to short circuit the erotic electrical charges that were flashing throughout my body into his. I wanted him to feel the excitement he had triggered in me. The excitement that seemed to turn my entire being into one, uninterrupted erogenous zone.
John broke away from my face and went directly to my nipples. There was no finesse. He sucked them far into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my erect buds. And then he bit them and stretched them with his teeth and I experienced for the first time that exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. I was gasping at this point. In between gasps I could hear my own voice from far, far away saying, “I want you to fuck me now John”.
I crawled out from beneath him and engulfed Johns cock head with my mouth. He pulled me away and said, "Not here. Come with me." He took me to the wet room where the hot tub was full and bubbling away. John told me to get in. He got in behind me and pressed his cock up against my bottom while he reached around and played with my nipples. I threw my head back and exposed my neck to him. Once more he tongued my ear which started my involuntary gyrations again as I forced my bottom back against his cock as hard as I could. John turned me around, kissed me once more and stood up out of the water. This brought his bouncing dick into line with my mouth. My mouth that was open as wide as it would go, my tongue out over my bottom lip. I looked up into Johns eyes as he thrust forward and rammed his cock truly and surely into my mouth. He grabbed my face in both hands and began to fuck my mouth with an unsophisticated urgency making me gag. After several thrusts saliva was running down my chin, down Johns cock and onto his balls. My jaw ached and my eyes were watering. And I loved it. I was a slut and I was behaving like one. I gazed up at John taking in his hot body, the droplets of water hanging off his nipples and the rivulets of hot tub water mingling with sweat as is ran down his pecs and over his abs to mingle with my saliva at the base of his cock.
Without warning John stopped. He let go of my face and took his cock away from my dirty mouth. He turned me around once more and bent me over the edge of the tub. I heard him unzip his toiletries bag and, after a short pause, I felt a cold sensation between my arse cheeks as John said in a croaky voice, "It's time to take your virginity. Do you still want it?”.
"Fuck yes," I gasped as he pushed one and then two fingers into my tight, virgin hole. He worked his fingers slowly in and out and up and down and around in circles inside me. His fingers felt huge and I had a moment of fleeting panic about whether I could take his cock. I needn't have worried. John, in contrast to his earlier roughness, was so very gentle. He pulled his fingers out and then I felt something altogether much bigger pressing up against my hole. John kept reassuring me, whispering that he was going to ease his cock head slowly into my arse. He stroked my bottom and the tops of my thighs as he gradually increased the pressure on my tight ring. He encouraged me to relax, told me I was a good slut and that he proud to take my virginity and to be my teacher. At that point my hole gave way, opened up and Johns cock head jumped forward and entered my arse. The feeling was incredible. It felt so big. I felt so full and my arse felt so tight as it clamped shut around Johns shaft. This caused him to issue a guttural moan, almost a growl. We stayed still, perfectly still, savouring the moment whilst John reassured me that my hole would relax before he penetrated my inner sphincter. However, as if to further prove that I was indeed a slut, it was me that began to move first. I began to slowly rotate my buttocks whilst I gradually forced my arse back onto Johns twitching cock. John held my hips and let me carry on until he could feel my inner ring blocking the way. Without any warning this time John rammed his cock into me. I felt a flash of what I thought was building up to excruciating pain. I was sure his cock must by now be in my stomach. I could feel my tight hole stretching, opening and closing around his pulsing rod. John grabbed my hips again. More firmly this time. He began to thrust. Slowly at first and I could feel every inch of his cock rubbing against and past every contour of my lubricated anal canal. It was dirty, it was nasty. It was heavenly. John increased the pace, withdrawing his dick almost to the entrance of my arse before ramming it back in so hard I could feel his heavy balls slapping against mine. The water in the hot tub stated to splash and slop back and forth. I was gripping the side of the tub as it seemed like John was going to thrust me over and onto the tiles. My cock was rubbing up against the side of the tub and was aching for release. After one final, savage, grunting thrust John took his cock out of my bottom, ripped off the condom and released a stream of hot, high pressure sperm that jetted up my back as far as my shoulders. I felt good. Sexy. Slutty.
John collapsed over my back, panting for breath and kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. I pushed upwards from the tub forcing John to stand up on wobbling legs. I swivelled round and came eye to glistening, cum covered cock. Without hesitation I swallowed Johns cock and began to suck him clean. Sucking strongly and rapidly running my tongue all around the crown of his cock. John put his hands on my head and spoke my name softly. Then more urgently until he almost shouted, "RICKY” like a redhead from Eastenders. I looked up him without letting his cock escape from my mouth.
"Ricky” he said more softly. "If you keep on doing that I'll have to put it in a splint for the next seven days”. I released his cock as I started laughing. But it was no laughing matter. My own cock was still rock hard and I hadn’t cum yet.
John looked at my cock and made me jump as he gave it a playful slap. “No time for that now mate. Save it for later. It’ll be worth it. Let’s get showered, have a quick kip and then get ready to go and meet the ladies”. |
