Euro Dick Pt. 01

"Gentlemen, here's to the first sunny day in England!" laughed Dale, clinking pint glasses with his traveling companions.

Dale, Bobby and Tobias were each backpacking through Europe. Although originally all travelling solo, they had become fast friends. Dale, the slightly tubby American and Bobby, the musclebound Canadian, had quickly struck up a conversation on a train in France. They were soon joined by the outgoing, lanky Tobias, who was on holiday from his home in Germany.

The three young men found they much preferred travelling with company and set off for their next destination- a group of small towns in England. However, their arrival had been marred by bad weather and cancelled reservations. For the last two days the trio had hunkered down in a town none of them had heard of before, waiting for the for the weather (and their luck) to change. Finally, sitting in the beer garden of the pub on the warm summer's day, the men began to feel some excitement returning.

As the travellers drank their beer, they were approached by three of the local lads. The tourists had noticed the men on the day they arrived in town, but this was the first proper interaction they'd had. The ringleader, a tall and broad-shouldered brunette named Hugo, introduced himself and his companions- the barrel-chested red-head, Alan and the blonde, lean Joe.

"Hello lads, welcome to town. Since it's such a nice day, me and the boys were wondering if you'd be up for a game of bowls? Losing side buys a round of beers." Hugo enquired, flashing a big, friendly grin.

The tourists looked at each other, the bravado of youth preventing them from admitting they'd never played bowls in their life. With a silent nod, Dale turned back to the locals.

"You're on!" he said, possibly a little too confidently.

"Brilliant!" replied Hugo, kneeling down and unlacing his shoes.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, we play it traditionally in this pub." He said, kicking off his sneakers and pulling off his t-shirt, while Alan and Joe retrieved the bowls kit from the pub's bartender.

"What do you mean traditionally?" asked Tobias, as he and his companions watched Hugo unbuckle his belt.

"In the nude." Grinned Hugo, lowering his jeans and standing to reveal a thick, uncircumcised penis. It appeared to be swelling as the men looked on, shocked.

"Doesn't scare ya, does it lads?" Hugo laughed.

The tourists looked at each other again...

And so it came to pass that Dale, Bobby and Tobias stood naked in the beer garden of the pub, playing a game they barely understood, against three equally naked local men.

The three travellers had shared rooms up until this point, so this was not their first time seeing each other naked, but in the public space of the beer garden, under the warm sun, the atmosphere was different.

All three men couldn't help but steal furtive glances at each other's bodies. Dale's flaccid five inches swung as he played, while Bobby was almost transfixed by Tobias' long, pale penis that flexed and jumped whenever he laughed. Bobby's own member had grown considerably over the course of the game, extending straight out from his body now. He would have felt embarrassed, except the three local players were all sporting full erections by the time Alan declared them the winners.

As the tourists looked around, they realised that the beer garden had filled up with bar patrons. An audience of men- mostly local farmers- had gathered to watch the match, sitting and sipping their beers in the sunshine. What threw Dale, Bobby and Tobias was that most of the men watching had also stripped off, many of them just as rock-hard as their local players.

"Bad luck fellas!" said Joe, his long, thin rod standing at attention. Beads of pre-cum were forming on the tip.

"Looks like this round's on you." Grinned Alan, standing being Bobby and clapping him playfully on the shoulder. Bobby could feel Alan's throbbing cock push against his thigh.

"One of you better get in there and grab us a round hey? Don't want to dishonour your home countries!" Hugo laughed.

Dale, still naked, grabbed his wallet off the nearby table and wandered through the beer garden doors. Bobby quickly trotted in after him, promising to help him with the beers.

Once inside, the two naked friends spoke to each other in hushed tones.

"This is all a bit weird right? Do you think it's like a local hazing thing?"

"I'm not sure, but I-OH!"

Dale's sentence was cut short by the sight of the bartender. An older man, well over six foot and sporting a bit of a belly, but with muscular arms that showed a lifetime of hauling barrels, he was just as naked as the tourists and the group gathered outside. From his bald head, past his red moustache and beard, and down to his feet, there was not a stich of clothing on the man.

Bobby and Dale could only take in the sight of the giant man, his cock jutting out from under his belly. The throbbing appendage was flushed red with blood and lust, the cockhead still only peaking out from the foreskin around it. Even at half-mast, the man was easily nine inches in length.

"So Hugo and the boys beat you then?" the bartender asked, preparing six beers without waiting for a response.

Dale and Bobby, still mesmerised by the giant and his giant schlong, could only nod and take the tray of pints before them. Dale reached for his wallet but the bartender put a meaty hand over his, stopping him from opening it.

"On the house." He said, flashing a wink that made Bobby's cock involuntarily twitch.

Turning and taking the tray out, Dale and Bobby continued their hushed conversation.

"What the fuck is this place?"

"I don't know, but I kind of like it..."

As the two young men emerged into the beer garden, they nearly dropped the tray at the sight that beheld them. Their friend Tobias was still on the bowling green where they'd left him, but certainly not HOW they'd left him...

Tobias was on all fours, greedily sucking and licking Joe's dick. Behind Tobias was Alan, his pale fleshy cock slowly driving in and out of the German's anus. Hugo looked on, legs spread, seated in a chair and lazily pulling his cock, while using his other hand to finger his lubed-up hole.

"Ah, good lads, you can bring the beers over here." Said Hugo, keeping eye contact with the men while never ceasing to pleasure himself.

As if hypnotised, Dale walked over and set the tray on a small table next to Hugo. With no words between them, just an unspoken understanding, Dale immediately positioned his cock, slick with pre-cum, against Hugo's eager opening. Dale sunk into the Englishman with such speed and intensity that Hugo gasped, his face quickly turning from pained to delighted, as he let the American push completely inside.

Bobby watched Dale piston himself into Hugo, whose moans were muffled by a deep kiss between the two men. The sound of Tobias' muffled moan drew his attention back to his other friend, just in time to see Joe's orgasm burst into Tobias' mouth, cum leaking from the German's lips. It matched the semen spurting from Tobias' rigid cock and, a moment later, the load leaking from his arse as Alan pulled out, rivers of white fluid cascading down his thighs.

The whole spectacle was still being observed by the crowd of nude men, who were each frantically pulling their own dicks of various shapes and sizes.

Suddenly, a warm, giant arm encircled him, and Bobby head the voice of the bartender in his ear.

"May I, lad?" the bartender asked, his giant, slickened cock pressing hungrily at Bobby's hole.

"Please... do it..." begged the Canadian, leaning forwards and pushing himself back against the giant phallus.

Gently, slowly, an inch a minute, the bartender relaxed Bobby onto him. Once he was full, it didn't take Bobby long to get lost in the pleasure of being stretched by the enormous cock.

Taking the lead, he began to thrust his hips backwards rapidly, revelling in the moans and groans of the bartender.

The giant man pushed Bobby to the ground, pounding him with furious lust. The crowd of men had gathered around them and Bobby looked up just in time to see the first spray of cum land on the bartender's shoulder, riding down onto his own back as he continued to be fucked.

A rain of seed fell on the pair as each observer let loose his load. Finally, with a roar, the bartender filled Bobby's insides with his own torrent of semen. As he withdrew his member from Bobby, the young Canadian found himself orgasming without even touching himself, the cum from his arse flowing down to meet the cum from his cock.

With shaking legs, Bobby eventually stood, making his way to the table in the beer garden where Dale, Tobias, Hugo, Alan and Joe were all seated, still nude.

Bobby sat down, feeling the cum still seeping out of him, and regarded the group in a dazed silence. Eventually, Dale broke the post-orgasmic hush with a raised pint glass.

"Well, here's to the first sunny day in England!" he laughed.