Rekindling lust

Bert and Alex renew their relationship in an unexpected way. This is a follow up of my previous story "Curiosity satisfied". It would be better to read that one before delving on this one, my fifth submission to this prestigious forum. Again, all characters are at or above 18 years of age. Again, English is not my first language. And again, please enjoy and leave your kind comments.

If there is enough interest, I might finish Bert's and Alex's story in a new installment.

INTRO

Upon arriving from my escapade with Bert, I emailed him to thank him for the fantastic weekend he gave me and to complain that he had rejected the tip I left for him. He asked my forgiveness but said that he couldn't take it. He was very happy with the time we shared and didn't feel it was right to take more money from me. He just asked me to save it for a later meeting. I was forced to agree.

I went back to my routine. Working daily, business meetings, administrative decisions, etc. I was meeting with one or another of my lady friends and getting to have unrestrained sex with them on a regular basis. I was fortunate enough to have four female friends, aging between 27 and 49, who were willing to share mine or their beds regularly with me. Heterosexual sex was extremely satisfactory but the lust and lewdness I experienced with that fantastic twink was something I wasn't willing to forget, and I was planning to repeat as soon as possible. From time to time, I indulged in fucking myself with a nice dildo I bought anonymously online. It was a poor substitute for Bert's cock but in the meantime, it did well massaging my prostate and bringing me big but different orgasms. I also used it to suck and was well on my way to control my gag reflex. Soon, I realized a few months had already passed and I was longing to meet again with my lustful twink.

A few weeks later, I wrote him an email to say hi, and ensure him that he was still in my mind. He answered with a heartfelt email where he made sure that he had not forgotten me nor was he likely to. I asked him if he was willing to meet again and he immediately agreed, offering me a phone number. I was due for some vacation time, and I had arranged with my second-in-command that I would take a couple of weeks off the following August. The following weekend I decided to call Bert.

"Hello, who is it?" I heard Bert's voice. I would never be able to forget it.

"It's me," I said. "Alex"

"Alex!" he said delighted. "What a thrill to hear your voice again! To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked.

"I was missing you and I was wondering if we could see each other again soon," I answered.

"Super!" he said. "When are you coming over, daddy?" he said with clear enthusiasm, easily switching into our preferred role-play.

"Hold your horses, sonny," I said. My cock was already stirring with the sound of his voice. "I need to ask you something before."

"Fire away, daddy!" he said.

"Do you have a passport?"

He remained silent for so long that I thought the connection had broken.

"Sure," he said suddenly sounding guarded. "Why?"

"Because I was thinking of asking you to accompany me to an overseas escapade for several days," I answered hoping not to scare him away, "I don't know, a far-away island resort, or something where we could be alone in the world."

He again remained silent for a long time before responding, "it sounds very tempting, daddy," he said, still guardedly. "How long a time were you thinking?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "One week, maybe?"

"Where?" he inquired.

"There are several Caribbean Islands that we could choose from," I said, "or we could be bold and jump the pond for a week in Greece, Spain or Italy. Or we could splurge and go to some pacific island."

Again, he remained silent for a long time. Finally, it seemed he had reached a decision. "I'm good for it, daddy," he said to my immense relief, "wherever you decide. But we need to plan this with enough anticipation. I will need to clear my agenda for that time. And by the way, I don't have an American visa."

"Good, sonny," I said, tentatively, "and don't worry about the visa. I know you're a kid, but I'm not planning to take you to Disney, or something," I chuckled, and he laughed back. "Tentatively, let's plan for the first week next August." It was at least four months in the future and would give us enough time to plan.

"That's plenty of time, daddy," he said. "I'll clear my agenda and reserve that week only for you." Then he asked.

"How is life for you? Getting plenty of pussy over there?" he said laughing.

"Plenty, sonny," I retorted chuckling. "Old and young, but don't worry. You have a very special place in my heart."

Horrified at what I just blurted out, I waited expectantly for his answer which took a few seconds.

"You too, Alex," he answered softly. "I hold you in a very special place in my heart."

"Thank god," I thought and then said, "thank you, Bert. I'll contact you when the plans start to crystalize."

With that we both hung up. I wondered what got hold of me to make me say such a stupid phrase to him. I mean, I remembered him dearly but that was way out-of-line for me, an old man talking like that with a boy in his twenties, one who I met as an escort.

Shaking my head, I returned to my living room to sit for the BBC-news.

PLANNING.

I couldn't make my plans from the office, for obvious reasons. I live in a small, very conservative country and I am fairly well known because of my business. I was sure none of my clients would approve their business being handled by a guy that occasionally indulged in gay sex. The fact that I shared my bed with a string of ladies that were equally casual with their sex lives was already pushing the envelope a little. So, I restricted myself to plan when at home.

That Thursday I logged in on my desktop, fired up my VPN connection and began my search. I didn't want Bert to fly on his own to whatever destination I finally decided on. I'd rather fly him here and leave from here or even better, fly down to his country and leave from there. For some reason, I was looking forward to sharing the trip as well as the stay in the destination.

Finding the option of travelling out of his country the better one, because there were plenty more air connections out of there, I started my search. I logged in to Expedia and began my search. First, choose the destination. I was almost decided on a secluded beach resort. The idea of being able to walk hand-in-hand with my gorgeous twink-friend held a huge amount of appeal. The idea that we could indulge in PSA (public shows of affection) was interesting.

I did a thorough search and finally decanted myself for a week in Mykonos, Greece. The EU didn't have visa requirements for travelers from Bert's country, there were plenty of connections that skipped the States, and it wasn't that far.

I also liked Mykonos because it's a lovely island in the Mediterranean, friendly to the alternative crowd, where we would not be bothered or frowned upon. I began to search for packages leaving from Bert's country and soon built one. It included round-trip airline tickets in business and a week in a gorgeous, adult-only resort, in a room with private pool which brought all kind of lascivious ideas to my mind. At under 12000 dollars, the package was a bargain. I only needed to know how much Bert would charge for the week and we would be ready to roll.

Two days later I called him again.

"Hi, daddy," he said upon answering. "Tell me."

"I have news, sonny," I said. "I have picked the place and dates. It will be from August 1st to August 10th, because of the flights. So, ten days. We'll be going to Mykonos, in Greece. I booked a beach-side room with a private pool, in a LGBTQ+ friendly, adults only resort. I just need your data; full name as it shows in your passport, your date of birth and your passport number so I can book it if you're still interested or able to go. You'll get an email from Expedia when the trip is paid for." Then I remembered. "Oh, and don't forget to tell me how much."

"How much what, daddy?" he asked.

"How much you will be charging for the ten days, sonny," I answered.

"Oh," he said, sounding puzzled. "I thought you were inviting me."

"Come on, Bert," I said. "I would be thrilled taking you on this trip as a guest of mine but are you going to tell me that you are willing to go overseas with me for a full week and not earn anything?"

"Yes, daddy. Of course I'm willing," he stammered. "I thought that you wanted this as an us-time, and I was treating this as a vacation with my daddy."

Blushing with this answer, I said, "ok, sonny. Don't worry. I understand," trying to fix my gaffe. "If you are seriously willing to come as my guest, I would be thrilled. More than that, I would be honored."

"That is much better, daddy," he said sounding relieved. "If you want to give me something, I'll take it, ok? But you don't have to. And don't exaggerate!"

"I'll be more than glad to give you some cash for personal expenses, Bert," I said suddenly turning serious. Then, "when can I expect the data?"

"I'll email it right away." He sounded more eager now and I sat to wait for his data.

In a few minutes I received his email, and I promptly booked the trip and sat patiently to wait.

In two days, I got an email from Expedia with the trip reservation. It showed it was sent to Bert as well, so I expected him to contact me soon. Fair enough, that night he called.

"Daddy," he said. "Are we leaving from here?"

"Sure, sonny," I answered. "I'm looking forward to travelling all the way there with you. I'll be arriving at your city the night before."

"Super, daddy," he said, "Thank god. I was worried I would have to fly all the way there on my own. I'm not a very experienced traveler. By the way I expect you to stay at my place that night. Don't go spending money in a hotel for one night when there's no need. Better spend it in the trip, with us."

'Us' I thought, blushing. 'He said us.' I was a little worried at the prospect of staying at his place, but I could hardly refuse. That would mean a savings of at least a couple hundred bucks.

"I will, sonny," I assured him. "I'll let you know my flight number and time of arrival soon," which I had to book separately.

Later that week I booked a roundtrip from my country to Bert's and promptly sent him the info to which he answered with a thumbs up.

I spent the next few weeks daydreaming about the trip. I even went to the sex-shop where I bought a few, very naughty underwear in his and my size. And then went to Mango's where I bought a complete set of clothes for him to wear for the trip. It was my family's custom and belief that you always must wear new clothes during a long vacation flight. My dad used to joke that it would show our corpses nicely dressed if the plane crashed.

JULY 31ST

Time seemed to crawl at a snail pace but finally July 31st was here. The night before, I prepared myself with a thorough enema and bowel cleansing expecting to have vigorous action on my arrival. I had packed one suitcase, assuming I wouldn't need more than some light clothes, a few casual slacks and shirts, and several bathing suits and nothing more. I also packed my old, trusty carry-on for the overnight at Bert's, including two changes of clothes and a box of Cialis® I bought the day before just in case. I had to be realistic. I was already sixty and not getting any younger.

I had a very light breakfast of cereal and skimmed milk and sat to watch the news. After eating a Nicoise salad for lunch, I took a shower, thoroughly cleaning my body without forgetting my ass crack, my ass and my groin. I took my electric shaver and passed it through my bush without taking it out completely but reducing the length of the hairs with the idea to better show off my cock. Then went to my room to dress. Before going to the bed, I splashed cologne on my chest and then on my groin and my ass. Now I could get dressed.

I had picked my clothes carefully, knowing that Bert was a sharp dresser, and I wanted to look good for him. Weird, wouldn't you agree? I picked one of the briefs I had just bought. They were light green, sheer and semitransparent, with a nice pouch to hold my cock. I looked at my reflection in the large mirror I had next to the closet and was satisfied with what I saw. The briefs hugged my ass, and the sheerness of the cloth allowed my crack to be clearly visible. On the front, the cloth did nothing to hide my freshly trimmed bush and my partially erect cock. The outline was clearly marked, the head could be easily distinguished and my balls looked heavy and full, held by the comfortable pouch.

Then I put on my pants. A pair of navy-blue slacks, with impeccable line, accompanied by a silk, long-sleeved light blue shirt. I left the first two buttons undone showing my profuse, salt-and-pepper chest hair. The shirt closed comfortably over my large belly. Then I put on my watch, slipped into a pair of white moccasins, and picked a white sweater which I threw over my shoulders. I was ready to travel.

After a short Uber ride, I arrived at the airport to wait for my flight. I checked-in, went through immigration and sat at the gate waiting eagerly for my flight. Somehow, I felt expectant and anxious at the prospect of this trip. My daughter was all for it and asked me for a as many photos I would be willing to send her when I arrived there. She was thrilled that her dad had turned bi in his late age because, of course, she knew of my lady friends and the stuff we regularly indulged in.

I was still a little concerned that I was yanking this young man from his routine for a whole 10 days without him getting economically compensated, even though he had said that he was treating this as a vacation with his daddy. I had an envelope in my carry-on with the 500 dollars he rejected before, plus another 1500 to round up a preliminary sum that I was adamant that he should take. The resort was all inclusive and any expenses in the travel were going to be covered by me.

Soon they were calling to board my flight and I whatsapped Bert.

"Boarding! Be there in a couple of hours!"

He answered with a thumbs up and a XOXO meme and I was on my way.

The flight was uneventful and after a couple of hours we were landing in Bert's country. I went through immigration without a glitch and then waited for my checked suitcase which luckily was one of the first to come out of the chute. I took this humorously as a good omen. I picked up my suitcase, went to customs which I passed without my luggage being opened and soon I was landside looking for Bert.

There he was! Elegantly clad in a loose pair of burgundy red corduroy pants, a pair of white shoes and a long sleeved, white linen shirt with the first three buttons undone. He had a nice gold-chain around his neck, shining over his bare, hairless and dark-skinned chest, and had the same wrist chain and earring I saw the first time we met. His hair was again neatly combed to the back, and he exuded an indefinable air of self-confidence and sophistication mingling with a childlike enthusiasm that made him, if possible, more attractive.

He greeted me with "welcome back, uncle!" again with several manly backslaps and, picking my suitcase, started towards the exit. I assumed we were going to pick a taxi but no. He walked me to the parking lot, and he showed me to his car, a two-year-old Kia Rio, bright red and spotlessly clean as was to be expected. He put my suitcases in the trunk and opened the car. I sat shotgun and he took the wheel.

I thought it would be a nice moment for a small revenge and leaning a little to my left, I put my hand on his groin. To my surprise he was already fully hard, and his length twitched in my hand as I slowly rubbed it up and down.

"Daddy, please," he pleaded in a raspy voice. "I'm driving."

I laughed, "revenge is sweet, sonny, and at least, this thing is an automatic." I kept slowly stroking his hardon, sliding my fist over his entire length. I was also hard as a rock as he drove to his place. I remembered the building as if I had seen it the day before. He used a remote to open the doors to the parking lot and swiftly entered and parked the car in his reserved space. I got out of the car and went to the back to pick up my suitcases. He came around the car and before opening the trunk, he grabbed my waist and pulling me to him, gave me a very steamy kiss while I groped his ass and he grinded his cock against mine.

Out of breath, he let go of me. His mouth was partially open, his lips thick and luscious with a moist patina of saliva covering it. I could have jumped his bones right then and there. He opened the trunk with his car-fob and picking my suitcase, left me to take the carry-on and we walked to the elevator.

When the elevator stopped at the ground floor, an old lady got in and he immediately started a friendly conversation in Spanish with her. After a few seconds he said pointing to me.

"Meet my uncle, Alex," he said. "He's the widower of my late aunt. He's from Denmark and will be staying here overnight."

The lady greeted me friendly in a deliciously accented English, and we chatted a for a short while. She left the elevator on the fifth floor, and we continued climbing, finally arriving at the 11th floor. Bert left the elevator and walked to a door nearby sporting the number 11-A. He quickly opened the door and, letting me pass first, followed me and locked the door.

He immediately jumped on me and we mashed our mouths with an urgency justified by our long time being apart as our hands roamed over our clothes. His hands soon went to my ass and grabbed tightly on my buttocks as I filled my hands with his gorgeous bubble-but, pressing our bodies and letting our cocks rub on each other.

Panting, we briefly separated while clumsily taking our shirts off, dropping them in the floor and then again mashed our mouths together as his body pressed on my hairy and slightly sweaty chest. He then guided me to his bedroom, leaving the suitcases forgotten on the living room. I had had no time to appreciate the flat and followed him to his room.

His room was large, dimly lit, and smelled softly of pine and wood with the unmistakably smell of his body lingering in the air. The air conditioning was set at a balmy 27 centigrade temperature, humming softly. The carpet was thick and dark. There was a very large, modern bed in the middle of the room, covered in an imitation of tiger skin. Above the headboard, an erotic illustration of a young guy, sketched with a few lines, was standing with his side to us, sporting a large, erect cock. The room was spotlessly clean. There was a door to the left that I assumed lead to the bathroom and on the other wall there was a gigantic floor-to-ceiling window that showed the city spread below with some lights starting to show in the distance. The sky was deep blue, and some stars were beginning to twinkle.

As I drank the gorgeous view, I felt him pressing on my back and expertly undoing my belt and pulling my pants down. Soon I was reduced to my briefs which were tenting prodigiously as he pressed his erect cock against my ass crack.

"Nice briefs, daddy," he murmured, caressing my cock softly from behind. I turned around showing the tent my prick was making, and he drank the image with greedy, lust-filled eyes. I focused on undressing the gorgeous twink. Soon I had him only in his underwear, a lewd pair of briefs that barely covered his hard cock and surrounded his body with two strips of cloth that sunk in the back between his gorgeous globes. It was a G-String that left little to the imagination.

Bert set himself on the bed and beckoned me with his finger.

"Don't you want me to shower before, sonny" I asked, "I have been travelling all day."

"Nope, not at all," he said lasciviously. "I want to get drunk on your smell."

"OK, as you command," I said climbing to the bed.

We embraced tightly, dressed only in our briefs and soon became a mass of intertwined legs and arms as our mouths sucked each-other's breath and our hands roamed everywhere groping, grabbing, scratching, caressing, jerking, and pinching at wherever piece of male anatomy we could reach. His cock was tenting his briefs and frotting with mine. I finally decided it was too much. I grabbed the waist of this briefs and pulled them down liberating his cock.

It was hard as steel, and the head was swollen, red and moist with precum. Bert was panting as I grabbed it and brought it to my face drinking his smell, my mouth opening to receive his hardness. My lips contacted his glans and after planting a kiss in the sensitive, bulbous head, I slid my lips down and took him in my mouth, deep down my throat. The training at home was paying off handsomely, as I easily deep throated him. I began sucking and licking while my hands roamed over his sack ending with one of my fingers posed on his asshole. He moaned and pressed back to get me, begging me to fingerfuck him which I did. I sunk my finger up to my knuckle as I devoured his cock with hungry slurping sounds.

Suddenly he pulled away from me an approached my lower half. He grabbed my briefs and pulled them down so fiercely that he ripped them open but managed to release my cock which sprang at attention. He was startled at my freshly trimmed bush and looked at me inquiringly.

"Just an idea I had, sonny. Enjoy it," I moaned. The freshly trimmed bush didn't cover the base of my cock, and it stood, proudly engorged, pointing at his luscious lips.

With no further ado, he returned to my rod, and he buried it all the way down to his throat while his nose sank on my bush inhaling deeply and lustily. He was doing such a great work that I was quickly approaching orgasm and had to pull him out.

"Wait, sonny. Wait," I pleaded, "I don't want to come too soon," and wrapped my arms again around his youthful body. He responded in kind, and we kissed deeply savoring each other's cocks through our mouths. The warmth of his skin as it rubbed on my chest was putting layer over layer of lust on me. The aroma of his body, a combination of sweat, cologne and lust was intoxicating. He was humping his hips mashing his cock with mine and soon he was lying on his back, spreading his cheeks with both his hands.

"Please, daddy," he begged. "Ram me. Fuck me silly"

I pointed my cock to his ass without thinking of lube or wearing a condom and rapidly sank my slobbered weapon to the hilt. His ass was as tight and as hot as I remembered. He immediately began clenching his sphincter sending waves of pleasure through my body and soon began to hump me fucking himself as I began to move sinking my cock deep in him and then pulling almost completely out. We were both enjoying this missionary fuck and were climbing rapidly towards orgasm. I was extremely aroused, and I knew I couldn't last much longer with the overstimulation I was enduring so I grabbed his cock and began to wank him rapidly as I fucked his asshole. He beat me to the end by a few seconds groaning loudly and releasing a large load. The first rope ended on his chest and chin and then he aimed his organ and the rest of his cum splattered on my hairy body and chest. At the lewd spectacle, I clenched my muscles and released my load deep in his entrails in several contractions that left me drained and limp over his body. He embraced me and held me while we recovered our breath.

"WOW," he sighed. "I missed your cock, daddy. I missed getting fucked like this."

"I missed that fantastic ass as well, sonny. Luckily, I know you will recover rapidly," I answered. "My ass could certainly use a nice fuck as soon as you're ready."

He embraced me and we laid there for a while recovering our senses. He then stood up and asked.

"Want to drink something?"

"I want to drink some cum or getting it deep in my ass but that can wait," I said. "What do you offer?"

"Besides the tightest ass you can get and the best blowjobs in the entire world, I have a whole lot of booze here, daddy." He said proudly. "Follow me".

He walked ahead of me, unashamedly leaking cum from his freshly fucked ass and guided me back to the living room. I had now an opportunity to check it up.

The living room was also large. Two matching sofas upholstered in real dark leather filled the middle. The floor was covered in shiny, dark parquet, and an oriental rug was under the sofas. A tasteful crystal coffee table occupied the space between the two sofas that were arranged in a 90º angle. It held a couple of ashtrays and a Mac PowerBook, with the lid closed. The wall facing the street had another fantastic view of the city, its lights twinkling beautifully. It was already nighttime. On the other wall a large plasma TV took the place of honor with a small shelf below where an expensive looking set of speakers sat waiting to be used. Under the shelf was a modern cabinet, filled with DVD's and a player nested between them. There were a few reproductions of famous works of art decorating the walls. I saw Munch's 'The Scream' next to Dali's famous 'The Persistence of Memory'. Several other reproductions adorned the room, like Pollock's 'Full fathom 5' with its weird orange splash in the middle, Manet's 'A bar at the Follies', with that gorgeous girl drink in black and standing behind a bar filled with champagne bottles and fruit; Picasso's 'The old guitarist' my favorite of his Blue Period. It was a tasteful show of culture. In the wall next to the opening that led to the kitchen, and next to a reproduction of the 'Winged Victory of Samothrace' at half the original size, sat a large bar cabinet holding a remarkable collection of liquors. I was realizing that this apartment exuded wealth and good taste.

Feeling curious, I couldn't refrain from asking.

"Nice place, sonny," I said, then with a twinkle in my eyes I added, "I wonder how an undergrad student can afford this."

He looked at me smiling and said.

"My family owns the apartment, daddy," he informed me, "but they ceded it to me. Now you know why I couldn't take your tip last time." Then, opening the bar and grabbing two glasses and a bottle he added, "the decoration is all mine, though. I'm not only an undergrad student, daddy. I am an undergrad student with a very successful side business."

"I think I can vouch for your business acumen." I said approvingly disregarding his comment about the tip. "And you have an impeccable taste."

"I know I have an impeccable taste, daddy. It's obvious. I like you a lot," he said non-chalantly. Then asked. as if he had said nothing remarkable, "vodka? whisky? something else?"

I was touched by his assertion of his taste related to him liking me and felt very humbled. This man could reach my heart with an ease that was uncanny.

"Vodka on the rocks," I murmured, then asked trying to clear my mind, "is this the place where you hold your side business?" My mind began to race imagining all kind of naughty things he could be doing here with his customers, the lascivious images filling my mind.

"No, daddy," he said looking at me. "This is where I live and study for the university." He then added, "I rented a studio apartment a couple of blocks from here and that's where I hold my business meetings. I don't like to bring my clients to the place I live in."

I nodded and kept looking at him. So, he didn't like to bring his clients here. I wondered where this put me, but didn't dare to ask. At least this time, it looked I wasn't here as a customer. I was confused and afraid to ask. I wasn't sure if I wouldn't like the answer or if I would like it too much.

Bert was still preparing the drinks with his back turned to me. His young body, displayed with such confidence, soon distracted me from my musings. I was greedily devouring his image, naked with his back to me and moving smoothly while he prepared the drinks. He turned his head, looked at me and blew me a kiss, picking the two glasses and bringing them to the sofa where we sat comfortably.

He turned on the TV on selecting an only music channel. The muted notes of a piano playing soft jazz filled the room, and he dimmed the lights.

"Enjoy your drink, daddy," he murmured resting his head on my shoulder. "I'll soon recover, and we can continue our 'activities' if you feel like it."

I wrapped his shoulders with my free arm and planted a soft kiss in his forehead. The notes of a piano were filling my ears as his bodily aroma combined with his perfume filled my nostrils, relaxing me nicely.

We drank our liquor in silence, with occasional caresses and soft kisses. I felt so at home with this guy I just couldn't believe it. As it happened the previous time, I was sure I could easily fall for him if I were several years younger, "as long as he would allow me to get pussy regularly," I though with a chuckle. My hands roamed on the taut skin of his shoulders and chest, as he purred and combed my chest hair with his perfectly manicured fingers. I found again his ear covered by a strand of hair and softly pulled it aside, tracing its shape delicately with my index finger. His hands were roaming over my large belly, and he started playing with my belly button, tickling me, but I didn't move away. He then looked up at my face and, bringing his hand up, gave me a very sweet and soft caress on my cheek as his luscious lips came together to blow me a tender kiss.

Soon our glasses were empty. The soft tinkling of ice in the expensive glasses soon went silent as we put our glasses down. The need for more luscious action was rising its head in both our minds. Bert stood up and, wordlessly grabbing my hand, pulled me back to the bedroom. He continued further and opening the other door, lead me to a beautifully appointed bathroom. It sported a large jacuzzi in one corner, a shower cabin opposite it where we would be deliciously crammed together if we decided to take a shower, and a nice vanity set with a marble sink. A fern adorned the room hanging from the ceiling in one corner and indirect lightning provided enough light to see around but did not overwhelm the ambiance. The music from the TV continued here through a set of small but powerful speakers hanging in the four corners of the bathroom. Bert approached the jacuzzi and promptly turned it on.

The hum of the machinery was incredibly soft. The music still could be heard clearly above the noise. Bert poured a bottle of bubble soap, and we waited until the water turned into luxurious foam before entering.

We sat in the small jacuzzi facing each other. Bert brought his hands up and tenderly placed one against my left cheek. I felt like a burn where his hand was touching me, and I approached him and hugged him. We kissed softly for a while, barely touching our tongues until we broke apart with a soft moan. He sighed and picked a bottle of body lotion pouring some on his hands.

He asked me to turn around and began to spread the lotion on my back, giving me a fantastic massage. His hands roamed and pressed against my muscles and his nails occasionally grazed my skin, rising goosebumps all over my body. His lips wandered over my hairy back, leaving butterfly kisses and nibbling on my flesh. I was feeling my cock slowly getting engorged and, leaning back, I could feel his hardness pressing at the small of my back.

I brought my hands behind me and, grasping his cock, gave it a couple of friendly pressings to which he sighed once more.

He continued to massage my back and, shifting closer, he pressed his torso on mu back and leaned his head forward, softly nibbling on my ears. He alternated soft bites with kisses and licks as he murmured.

"I love to stroke your body, daddy," he was saying softly. "I get so hot touching your hair. I love this big, hairy belly. It's so manly," he continued making me harder and harder as he progressed.

"I love jerking your cock, daddy," he continued doing exactly that. "I love how it twitches when I wank it. I love the way it fills my ass," he said with a lewd rasp in his voice. "I love how you ass grasps my cock as I fuck you, and I love it when you fill my ass with your cum. I love to feel it leaking from me, showing I have been well fucked. I love being your slut."

He surrounded my torso with his arms and began to spread body wash rubbing it all over my front continuing his erotic massage. His expert hands rubbed on my nipples sending jolts of pleasure down to my groin. He pinched and pulled at them making me moan in anticipation. His hands came lower over my large belly and were soon resting on my engorged cock. He started to rub me softly as he murmured in my ear. "Hand job, or fuck?" asking me to choose.

I crouched to the other side of the tub and, leaning on the border, offered my back to him without words. He approached me and placed the tip of his cock in my soapy entrance while again grabbing at my cock and jerking me. Apparently, he was planning on dispensing with the lube. I was irresistibly aroused and started to push back, wordlessly begging him to enter my chute. He pressed slowly and soon was passing my better trained sphincter and filling my ass to the brim.

I sighed in pleasure and remained very quiet waiting for him to move. The dildo I used at home had trained my ass, but it was no substitute for his steel-hard, scalding-hot cock filling me with lust and joy. No more than two minutes later he started to pull and push his wonderful dick in my ass, bumping on my prostate with the underside of his weapon and easily turning my brain to mush. He slowly increased his tempo mashing my prostate with his length and deliciously dilating my sphincter. I started to push back, fucking myself in his rod. He was now grunting and, remembering our previous interactions, I started to clench my ass.

He released a guttural growl and began to fuck me in earnest. His pole was now wildly seesawing in my ass sending all kind of lascivious sensations through my body and concentrating them in my cock which was feverishly leaking a lot of precum. Bert stopped jerking me and grabbing my waist for better purchase, increased his tempo even more and regaled me with a rough fucking. My ass welcomed his cock invading my innards, and my body pressed back every time he pushed back in.

We went at it for a long time, grunting and spewing dirty words, until neither him nor me could last much longer. I felt a wave of pleasure about to overwhelm me and in a few seconds, it washed over my body obliterating all shards of sense I still retained. I brayed lewdly as I pushed my ass against his crotch, clenching all my muscles and burying it deeply in me while releasing a huge load without even touching my cock. Spasm after spasm wrecked my body as I came incredibly hard. Just when I was coming down from my orgasm, I felt his cock twitching and swelling in my ass and his hot cum poured from his prick and flooded my dilated ass, finally leaking around his cock and floating in the sea of bubbles that surrounded us. Panting heavily, with my legs turned to jelly, I fell on my knees pulling him with me without unsheathing him and sighed long and deep. I hadn't realized how much I needed this. He surrounded me with his arms, and we relaxed again.

A few minutes later Bert turned off the jacuzzi and we stepped out of it. Each one of us grabbed a thick, fluffy towel and we tenderly dried each other off. Bert emptied the jacuzzi and we returned to the bed. It was around 23:00 h. It had taken us that long to share our drinks and in that heavenly fuck he regaled me with. We laid on the bed, entwined in a tight embrace, exchanging soft kisses and caresses. He finally rested his head on my chest as I surrounded his shoulders in our favorite position. He turned his face up and our lips met for a last, soft kiss.

"Good night, daddy," he murmured.

"Good night, sonny," I answered and added very softly, "have nice dreams, my sweet angel."

We went to sleep. Our flight tomorrow was leaving in late afternoon which would give us time for a lazy morning in bed. I was not counting on his youthful vigor and my newly found lust, though. It was barely two hours later when I woke up from a very vivid erotic dream where I was plowing in Bert's ass in missionary position while furiously jerking his cock. I woke up to a hardon with his hand tightly wrapped around my dick, jerking me rapidly as he was simultaneously masturbating himself.

He sighed and greeted me.

"Good midnight, daddy," he murmured. "I didn't want to wake you up, but I didn't know what to do. You were hard and poking my ass and I became hard feeling that, I was tr...."

I silenced his words by tongue-kissing him deeply, pulling his hand from his cock, began to jerk him as intensely as he was doing with me.

"GOSH, DAD!" he gasped. "YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS!"

"What do you want, son?" I asked. "Do you want us to masturbate mutually? Or do you want me to fuck you or the other way around?"

His forehead bumped into mine and looking me directly with those gorgeous green eyes he said, "Fuck me., daddy Then, if I'm still hard, I'll fuck you."

He turned around and laid on his back. He wanted it missionary again, apparently. He pulled his cheeks apart and begged. "Please, dad. Ram it in already!"

I obliged and sank my dick balls-deep in that fantastic ass, twitching my cock once I reached bottom. He responded clenching his muscles and begged again. "PLEASE, DAD! FUCK MEEEEEE!"

His lewd demand and the prodigious heat of his asshole prompted me to fuck him energetically. I repeatedly rammed my prick balls deep in him and pulled it out until only the head remained in. I could see his asshole dilated and wrapped obscenely around my hardness and could feel how his muscles massaged my dick sending me into a delirious of arousal.

I increased my tempo and was soon fucking at my top speed. His cock was incredibly hard, the head angry red and spewing glob after glob of precum which I longed to suck. I reached it with my hand, but he slapped it down and grunted. 'UNGHHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS! I'M CUMMMMMMMING!"

And without the help of his or my hand, he came in large spurts that, because of the brutal fucking I was giving him, went all over the place, splattering in my chest and face, his own face, the wall behind him, and finally trickling down to his sac and the root of my cock. I was all primed and a few second later I brayed like a donkey, pushing myself to the limit inside his ass and spurted a large load deep in his bowels. He kept clenching his sphincter sending wave after wave of pleasure through our connection until, exhausted, I unsheathed and fell next to him panting prodigiously.

"Wow, sonny," I whispered, nearly without strength. "You didn't only drain my balls. You drained all my energy." Breathing still heavily I added "if you want to fuck me, go ahead, but don't expect a lot of movements from me."

"Fuck you?" he asked, laughingly. "How? With what?" said him pointing to his cock. Incredibly it had deflated completely, with the foreskin still retracted and some globs of cum drying at the root. "I have never been so utterly drained in my life!"

I hugged him, spooned against his body and caressing his back and head, said.

"You're out of this world, son. Sleep tight," but he was already snoring.

AUGUST 1ST

The following morning, I woke up slowly to find myself alone in the bed. I could hear some clattering noises close by. I walked to the living room to pick up my carry-on and brought it to the bedroom. I pulled out my toothpaste, toothbrush and went to the bathroom. After relieving my bladder, I walked into the shower and took a quick bath. Then I walked to the sink and saw there a tube of toothpaste, a small bottle of mouthwash and a little glass with two toothbrushes in it.

"Weird," I thought. "Wasn't he living alone?" I wondered.

One of the toothbrushes had a small piece of paper tied in it. I untangled it and read "Alex". Blushing deeply, I put it back with my mind in turmoil. Bert had put a toothbrush with my name on his bathroom. "What the hell?" I wondered. "What is he thinking? What is he expecting?" I decided to leave the question resting for later and brushed my teeth, using the new toothbrush. After washing and gurgling on the mouthwash, I quietly walked out barefoot and went to the kitchen. It was 9:00 h. Our flight was scheduled for around 19:00 h so we had to be at the airport at 16:00 h at the latest. I was not worried. There was plenty of time.

I entered the kitchen silently and there was Bert. He had his back to me, was still naked, showing off that fantastically cute body of his. He had a pink apron tied tightly above his taut ass globes and was humming some Air Supply tune as he danced around, swaying his hips, apparently preparing breakfast. I walked silently until I reached him and, grasping him by his waist, nuzzled my nose in his neck and murmured, "good morning, sonny,"

He yelped in fright and turned around with a wooden spatula in his right hand. "Gosh, dad," he said. "You startled me!"

I laughed and said, "I know, that was the intention."

He said reaching for me. "I should spank you with this spatula to teach you not to do that," smirking and pretending to be angry. He pulled me in and in fact, smacked my ass once, very hard, with the wooden tool.

We embraced and kissed deeply for a few seconds until he pushed me away saying.

"Enough," he said. "Let me finish. Shoo, shoo! Sit over there or go watch some TV! I'll call you when this is ready."

I looked around the kitchen. It was a modern setting, with white cabinets and black marble tops. A modern induction cooktop held a stainless-steel pan where he was preparing something. On the side was a sleek dishwasher, and a wine cooler. A large, double-door fridge stood on the end of the counter. Next to the cook station, a tall cabinet held an oven and a microwave. In the center, an island held the sink and a small wing with two stools.

I sat on one and asked, "are you already packed?"

Grasping his cock through the apron, he turned around and said. "You bet! Do you like my luggage?" he said. The apron was white, with some facsimiles of Strawberry Shortcake decorating the front and pink lace ruffles around the edges. It was so girly that I couldn't believe how erotically it wrapped his youthful frame. At that moment, he was nailing the part of the femboy, a new experience for me, although his phrases didn't sound very femboyishy.

Noticing my gaze, he smiled and added, "I have been looking forward to this trip since you sent me the info. I had never been so excited," he said with childish enthusiasm. "I have never travelled out of the country! I have packed, unpacked, and repacked several times already," he finished with a laugh.

I laughed at his comment and then asked. "Really? You have never travelled out of the country? Then why do you have a passport?"

"Just me being prepared, dad," he said. "After you left last time, I got my passport. You never know when you will need it."

"Good point, son," I said. "Thank god you were prepared."

We sat and took our breakfast. Bert had prepared a fantastic French omelet for each one and served it tastefully sprinkled with finely chopped parsley and green onions. He accompanied it with toasted baguette, Danish butter, jam and freshly squeezed orange juice. He had gone through a lot of work to make this scrumptious breakfast, and I felt, again, humbled by his attentions.

We went through the delicious food while talking about the trip. He was full of information on Greece in general and Mykonos in particular. He regaled me with his knowledge on the island, how it was set just a few miles away from Delos, in the Ciclades, how there were many, many churches because apparently, locals had to build a church before being allowed to build a new town.

He spoke about Petros, the pelican, which was the mascot of Mykonos. "Can you believe this bird lived in the island for nearly thirty years?" he asked in wonder. "It was then run over by a car," he added, "but don't worry. Some other pelicans took its place." I was surprised of his encyclopedic knowledge about that small island in the Aegean Sea.

"How come you know so much about Mykonos, son," I asked him.

He laughed and told me. "I spent several days at the Greek embassy looking for information. First, I confirmed I don't need a visa to enter Greece, or the EU for that matter. And they were brimming with information about everything I would want to know."

"WOW, son," I said. "You sure are taking this trip to heart."

"You can say that again, dad," he retorted enthusiastically. "I made a short list of things I think you'll be interested in seeing while there." And then added naughtily. "If we can drag ourselves from the bed or that private pool for enough time, of course."

I laughed and, finishing my breakfast, helped him clear the table and began to do the dishes. Bert looked at me in horror.

"What do you think you are doing, dad?" he asked.

"Doing the dishes, son. What do you think this is?" I answered.

"You don't have to do that. I can do it later, or the cleaning lady can do it tomorrow. She comes once a week," he said.

"Nonsense!" I stated. "This is like nothing, and it will take no time. It's the least I can do after that gorgeous breakfast you made."

He sighed and went to get the coffee running. When I finished doing the dishes, the aroma of coffee was filling the kitchen. He poured a latte for himself, and I poured a black one, without sugar.

We then took our coffees and sat at the living room.

"I want to show you something, dad," he said turning on the TV and, apparently, connecting with his computer. A list of folders appeared on the screen as he scrolled down and selected one marked mysteriously 'X' He opened it, and a list of videos appeared. He scrolled down and selected one.

"I wanted to show you these, dad," he said. "There are a lot of things you might want us to do later."

Thinking it was some documentary on Mykonos, I sat to wait, sipping my coffee, while he pressed play.

The screen came to life showing a young, blonde twink lying in a girly bed reading a book. I looked at him questioningly, but he shushed me and pointed to the screen. A few minutes later another twink, this one a with his hair dyed purple, entered the stage and sat. A dialogue in some foreign language started, without subtitles, but they were not really needed seeing their lustful expressions and playful movements. Soon they were locked in a lascivious kiss as they pulled their clothes off letting only their briefs on. Both briefs were tenting prodigiously. They grabbed their cocks in lust as they continued to kiss. There was a closeup of their mouths showing their tongues wrestling with each other as some saliva dribbled from the corners. They soon moved down to each other and peeled down their briefs.

Both guys were young, slim, hairless, and shaved their groins. Their cocks rose from the pink skin of their lower bellies. They had quite large cocks, at least eight or nine inches, but not very thick, with their respective sacs hanging below. Each one spent a few minutes sucking the other and then they kneeled close on the bed. The blond one grabbed both cocks and began to jerk them simultaneously.

"That is what I wanted you to see, dad," he said, now huskily. "I would love to do that with you."

He fast forwarded the video until only two minutes remained. The blond guy was jerking both cocks furiously. The heads were shiny with precum, and the shafts were twitching in anticipation. With a grunt, the redhead guy cummed first pouring his cum on the other guy's hand, belly and cock, dribbling down to his balls. Apparently, this triggered the blond guy's orgasm, and he followed, bathing the other guy's cock with cum. After finishing, they both went to a 69 and cleaned each other off.

"Hot, isn't it dad?" he asked. Then closed the video and browsed the list looking for another.

"I don't know what you would think of this, dad," he said, "but some of my clients have asked me about it. I haven't done it yet. It's not that it doesn't intrigue me. It's that it cannot be done without a condom."

I was also intrigued and waited for the video. This appeared to be shorter. At the beginning, it only showed two guys standing face to face before the camera zoomed in to both their cocks. One guy had a very large, thick cock, the other had a noticeably smaller one. The action started with the same simultaneous masturbation but soon they stopped. The guy with the smaller dick grabbed it in the middle while the other pulled at his foreskin. Then, to my utter disbelief, the first guy inserted his cock inside the other guy's foreskin and pushed forward. The skin of the receiving guy was grotesquely distended as the other pushed in and out. After a few minutes, the video ended without cumshots.

I was flabbergasted and looked at him.

"It's called docking, dad," he informed me. Some of my friends have told me it is very hot." He then added pensively, "I felt curious but that's it. I'm showing it to you only to see if you're interested."

He closed that second video and browsed for a third. To my surprise, the videos were rapidly turning me on, even the last one, and it didn't help that Bert was next to me with his cock rock hard as if nothing untoward was happening.

He found the third video and opened it. This one started with a blue-haired twink and an older, gray-haired guy already fucking. The twink was wearing makeup, with long eyelashes, black eye lining, ruby red lipstick and blush in his cheeks. He was holding his ass open as the old guy, who was remarkably larger, plowed him with a thick cock. Another dialogue in some central European language was on. As they were fucking with abandon, a door opened, and the two actors froze. Another twink, this one sporting black hair, entered the room wearing only his briefs. Seeing the interrupted action, he said something and waved a hand to them as if saying "go on", while he crouched and peeled his underwear, showing a nice, long and hard cock. He proceeded to lube it and, crouching behind the old guy, rammed that cock in the old man's ass without mercy and began to pull and push him. With every pull he buried his cock in the old man's ass and with every push he rammed the old man's cock in the other twink's ass.

I cannot lie. It was a very hot scene and had me raging in heat.

Seeing how turned on I was, Bert asked. "Does it tempt you, dad?" he murmured, licking my ear. "Would you like to be in the middle with me fucking you and you fucking that cute twink? Or would you prefer to have me in the middle?"

I grabbed him by the neck and planted my mouth in a vicious kiss as my hand began to jerk him off.

"Wait, dad," he moaned. "I still have another video to show you."

Reluctantly, I let go and he browsed the list once more picking another video and opening it. It was set in some oriental country, judging by the architecture. There was a short shot of a white guy riding a tuk-tuk next to stunning, petite Asian lady by his side. They were talking in broken English. The guy was telling the girl that he had his son at the hotel and that she would be his 18th-birthday-present to which she giggled.

The next shot showed two men, a young, muscular one and the old guy, both dressed only in briefs and the lady wearing black panties. She had no bra, and a large rack was heaving with her every movement. Both men were sucking her nipples greedily and the girl was turning her head up and closing her eyes in a well-acted imitation of bliss. They took off their briefs and showed off their cocks. The old one had an average one that she sucked greedily while the young one sported a very large and thick one, with the head leaking precum. The girl kneeled between them, sucking their cocks. She even took both cocks in her mouth simultaneously rubbing them against each other. After a while, they asked her to stand and peeled down her panties which let a massively large, dark cock spring up from a hairy root. She was a shemale. Her cock had to be at least 9 inches long, looked hard as steel and, alarmingly thick and it bobbed slightly with her movements. Both men began to suck her and soon were fucking like rabbits. All kinds of combinations were showed with the young man fucking the trans girl while she sucked the old one, or the guys switching positions. They ended with the old guy receiving a nice fuck from the twink's large cock while the shemale was plowing his ass with that fantastic instrument. The action lasted a few minutes more ending in the expected facials.

I looked at him lustily and he said.

"Would you love to do a shemale with me, daddy," he asked with lust-filled eyes. "Please, say yes!"

At that moment, I realized that sex with a T-girl was probably the only thing left for me to try, sexually speaking, and being in a foreign country, where nobody would know us, it presented a golden opportunity to tick that last item from my sex-bucket list. I looked at him and, wordlessly, nodded.

"GREAT!" he yelped, jumping childishly. "I must confess. I already booked one, but I will not tell you when the booking is. She's 25-years-old, 5.1 tall, 88 pounds, gorgeous, decent breasts and has a very big cock. Her English is also perfect, dad. Better than mine, I think. She says she has not been hormoned so she can get hard very easily. It will be an overnight service, but you won't know in advance."

I stared at him incredulously but, being so turned on, I didn't care much. I decided to grab him and picked him up in my hands and pull him to my lap. He started some or other random video and allowed me to manhandle him. I dropped him on my hard cock, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. He then began to rub his ass on me. I pushed him up, and holding my cock, lowered him and forcefully penetrated his ass to my balls.

I was out of myself with lust an plowed his ass while saying, "open that ass, son. I'm going to fuck you hard, as a slutty boy like you deserve." I grunted. "I'm gonna punish that ass just the way you need." On the screen a big guy was pretending to be a doctor, using this excuse to grab, caress and manhandle the nubile body of a small, gorgeous twink.

"UNGHHHH!, DAD!" he moaned, "RAM IT DEEP! WRECK MY ASS!" as he twerked his buttocks on my lap. On the screen both guys were already naked, the twink showing a respectable cock for someone of his frame but the old guy sported an intimidatingly huge rod and was rubbing his head on the young man's flat belly.

"I'LL FILL YOUR ASS WITH SO MUCH CUM, YOUR SHIT WILL BE WHITE FOR WEEKS, SLUT!" I said, not knowing from where those dirty words came from.

He responded in kind. "DO IT, DAD!" he yelled. "DO IT AND LATER I'LL SHOOT ALL THE CUM I HAVE INSIDE YOUR TIGHT ASS UNTIL IT LEAKS FROM YOUR EARS!" he said as he was pushing back against my hard, invading member.

Bert kept impaling himself again and again as he continued with his frantic movements. His face was contorted as he got more and more aroused. His skin was flushed, his face was red, and he was sweating profusely dripping large drops on my belly and torso. His legs were tightly wrapped around my waist. Leaning down he offered me his mouth which I immediately locked in with a deep tongue-kiss as he started moving back and forth as well as twerking over my pole.

I remained deeply buried in that fiery hole when he grunted, "UNNNNNGH!, DADDY!, I'M CUMMMMMMING!"

I didn't need an announcement because his cockhead swelled, and, again without touching himself, he began spurting large ropes of cum all over my body and my face. His contractions were so strong I felt as if my cock was being nipped at the base and the intense pressure and friction soon brought my own ending on.

"GOSH, SON!. TAKE MY CUM!. FEEL HOW I FILL YOUR ASS!" as a powerful orgasm wrecked what little control I still had. Time didn't have meaning anymore. The only thing existing to us were our own bodies convulsing in a shared orgasm as I filled his ass with cum and he bathed me with his spunk. After a while he lay down on me and slowly, we recovered our senses. My chest and belly were soaked in his sweat and cum which was dripping to the sides. I scooped a fingerful of cum and brought it to my lips sucking and swallowing it greedily as he panted on top of me with my dick still buried and twitching inside his chute. He then opened his eyes and kissed me again, tenderly and deeply as he said.

"WOW, dad! This must have been one of the more intense fucks I have ever had!" he panted. "I think we do click with each other when it comes to sex!

"Sonny, you always give me the most sensual moments and the biggest orgasms," I said. "I don't remember cumming as hard as this when I'm with one of my fuck-friends back home."

He sighed, finally unsheathed himself and stepping down, kneeled in front of me and took my semi-hard dick in his mouth and sucked me completely clean. He then sat next to me, laid his head in my shoulder and sighed again.

"Thank you, dad, for letting me give you whatever I can," he said dreamily and added, "and thank you for giving me so much." The video on the screen had ended a long time ago and he turned the TV off. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me up taking me to the bathroom. We had a very luxurious shower, cramped together in the small confines of the shower cabin, lathering all our bodies with the posh body soap he had, all this interspersed with hugs, kisses, caresses, that didn't progress to another bout of sex but were equally erotic and satisfactory. After about 30 minutes, we finally exited the shower and dried up. Then we went to dress. It was now almost 14:00 hours so we had to start preparing for the trip.

We went to his room after I picked up my carry-on.

"Can I select your outfit, daddy?" he asked. He looked at me pleadingly, waiting for my answer. In response, I opened my suitcase and pointing to it I said, "be my guest, son"

He smiled and ignoring my suitcase, went to his closet. He came back with a large bag from a well-known, upscale male-clothing shop and pulled out a set of clothes, remarkably, in my size. I incredulously saw what he brought out. A pair of dark green casual slacks and a white linen T-shirt that tied in the front, above my chest. He also pulled out a set of underwear, saying, "Thank god I got these, seeing that I ripped the ones you had yesterday." The new set of underwear was a sheer, semitransparent brief, silky smooth, white and without lining. It could only reach my upper thigh and in the sides, it went up for about 2 to 3 inches with a V-shaped opening. It had a pouch to hold my cock and was evidently, mostly see-through. In the back it sported half of a G-string that barely covered the upper half of my globes before sinking in my ass crack.

"Did you actually go on a shopping spree to get me these?" I asked in surprise.

"I did, dad," he said matter-of-factly. "I could not wait to see you dressed in this. Here, try the jockeys before."

I picked them up and put them on. They were very comfortable and light, the back hugging my ass before the string sunk in my crack. The cock-pouch was quite comfortable and, as I suspected, it was nearly see-through. My semi-hard cock was visible, my cockhead partially covered and my ball sac hanging there, heavy and large. My bush could not be missed either. Incredulously, I could see how his cock was engorging and rising its head in interest.

You might be wondering why I took his present in stride without complain. Remember that I went shopping for clothes before traveling? If I expected him to receive my present, which he still hadn't seen, I couldn't make a fuss about his. Dressed in my new underwear, I bent over my carry-on, giving him a view of my scantily clad ass, and pulled a bag where I had put his clothes for the trip.

"I also did some shopping for you, son," I informed him. "Here, put these on," as I handed him a very lewd set of underwear. It was a white-spandex contraption that had a pouch in the front, like an elephant trunk, where the cock was supposed to go. It had a nice area to hold the balls, and, in the back, it covered the ass as a bikini, tight and smug. He smiled and turning around, bent over to put it on. He flashed me his ass, which still was gaping a little, and then pulled the underwear up. I saw him twerking with his hand hidden in his front and then turned around.

The pouch was filled nicely with his hard cock pointing upwards. I could see the outline of his head and his sac was held snuggly, but very comfortably free. He turned again and showed me his globes tightly wrapped in the material. I got close and grabbing a handful of butt, wolf-whistled my approval.

"WOW, son." I said. "You're too good looking for me to stand next to you."

"Nonsense dad," he retorted. "You're not too very good looking yourself. And besides, your inner kindness and beauty shines brightly through your eyes and your smiles," he flattered me. Then added. "Better let's get dressed. Otherwise, we will lose our flight."

He took the clothes I picked for him. A pair of black, tight jeans which combined with a red-silk, long-sleeved shirt which he donned. He left the first three buttons of the shirt undone and rolled his sleeves to his elbows. Combined with the gold chain dangling over his hairless chest and his wrist chain and finger ring, he looked very dashing and sophisticated.

"You have a great taste in clothing, dad," he murmured, encasing his feet in his white moccasins. Lastly, he picked a navy-blue pullover and asked. "Why this?"

"It can get chilly in the plane, son. Just in case," I answered.

I followed suit and put on the slacks and shirt. They were very comfortable and casually elegant, more than adequate for flying in business. Suddenly remembering, I took the little envelop from my carry-on and gave it to him.

"A little present, son, for whatever you might need. During the trip, I'll be paying all our expenses. Don't worry, they will be tax-deductible, the way I registered this trip," I calmed him, "but if you want to buy something, just use this. If it's not enough, I can always withdraw some more." He picked it and put it in his carry-on without checking. "I'll see it later, dad, ok?" he said.

Then I picked my own sweater, and we were ready. He called an uber and we went downstairs to wait for it. He looked so yummy I was having trouble stopping myself from hugging and kissing him in a decidedly un-uncle-wise way.

We stood on the foyer of the building until the app indicated our ride had arrived. We went out with our suitcases. A white, shiny new Tesla model S Plaid was waiting with the trunk open. We put our suitcases in the trunk and sat in the back. Bert said in Spanish.

"Al aeropuerto, por favor," and reclined back. I moved my hand and held his for the entire ride. In about 30 minutes we were at the international departure terminal building. We got out of the car, picked out suitcases and went in the building. I couldn't stop Bert from paying the uber because he had ordered it from his own phone.

We went to Iberia's business check-in line which was almost empty. Our flight would depart in about three hours which would put us in Madrid in a little under ten hours, on the following morning. Then we would have an 8-hour-long layover in Madrid before boarding our three-hour flight direct to Mykonos where we would arrive at around 23:00 hours local time. It would give us enough time to check Barajas' VIP lounges during the layover, or if we were lucky, do some sightseeing in Spain's gorgeous capital.

After dropping our suitcases and receiving our boarding passes, we walked towards immigration before reaching the security check line on which we had access to the express special line, being business passengers. Bert took off his shoes, belt, and jewelry and put them in the box. I followed suit behind him. He then passed the metal detector and stood with his arms apart to be briefly frisked. As he picked up his stuff, I went through the same procedure and finally we were airside. He was excited as a kid, marveling at the length of the flight we were about to take and wondering about that long layover in Madrid.

"This looks so fantastic, uncle," he said remembering to remain discreet. "I have never taken such a long flight. I wonder how it will feel."

"You will find it very comfortable, Bert," I said to keep on the discreet tone. "You'll see. And you'll be fresh as a lettuce to greet your family in Spain." I didn't want to mention too many details of our trip in case of gossiping ears being around us.

We still had 2 and a half hours before boarding time. We browsed a few duty-free shops and then headed for Iberia's VIP lounge. Since we were travelling business, I didn't need my PriorityPass® subscription to get us in. After our boarding passes were checked, we entered and browsed through the many things offered. I settled for a small platter with cold cuts and pieces of different cheeses, pouring a glass of Tattinger's for myself. Bert picked a small platter of sushi and also got a glass of bubbly. We sat at a small table and had a toast.

"To this trip, Bert. May it be full of fun and be meaningful for us."

To which he responded, "To you, uncle. The best relative someone could dream of. Thank you for this trip to celebrate my graduation." He was improvising the script with flawless talent.

We sipped on the champagne and ate our snacks while talking in anticipation about the sights we would enjoy later. The ones that could be discussed in public, of course. Minutes turned to hours and soon it was time to head to the gate for boarding.

As business passengers, we had priority boarding so, soon, were called to board the Airbus 350-900 through the front door. I had booked seats 4H and 4J on the right side of the plane. Seat 4J was next to the window, and I decided to let Bert take that one. I sat on the other side of the aisle on 4H. Bert was astounded with the accommodation. He had never flown business before and was amazed at the seat, at all the luxury and the accoutrements that it offered, the charging ports, the large video screen and the intimacy it provided. We settled for the trip, and I bode him, "happy flight, Bert!"

"Happy flight, uncle!" he beamed in response from the other side of the aisle.

The flight attendant passed by with a tray filled with cava glasses. I took one and so did Bert. We toasted to each other and settled for take-off.

Right on schedule we took-off and were finally on our way!

After take-off, the stewardess passed by with a tray of snacks and asked us what we wanted to drink. I decided on another glass of cava while Bert went for a vodka on the rocks. We talked animatedly over the aisle between our seats and toasted to a fun trip. A few hours later dinner was served. I went with the Filet Mignon. It was cooked to perfection, soft and tender with a juicy interior. It came with steamed vegetables drizzled with a blue-cheese vinaigrette, mashed potatoes and a warm bread roll. Bert chose a salmon filet in creamy lemon sauce which came with asparagus and wild rice, also with a warm roll. We each had a glass of wine with our meals, I took a Navarra red, and Bert drank a glass of Chardonnay. After dinner we had our desserts picked from the cart.

We talked for a little while, but the exertions of the previous night soon took a toll, and we settled to sleep. The rest of the flight was uneventful.

AUGUST 2ND

We missed breakfast on board and landed at Barajas a few minutes before the expected time. Our luggage was, of course, checked all the way to Mykonos so we didn't have anything but our carry-ons and sweaters to worry about. We deplaned and went to immigration where I pulled him next to me to pass immigration together. Posing as uncle and nephew, and explaining about a graduation trip, we passed immigration without much struggle. I told the agent that we had a flight to Mykonos in eight hours and asked if we could see a little of Madrid.

"Sure you can, Mr..." and he struggled with my Danish last name. "Just Alex. Don't worry." I said, smirking.

"Ok Mr Alex," said the agent smiling and then added with a twinkle in his eyes, "Bienvenidos a España."

I was intrigued by his look and asked Bert.

"Do you think he suspects our real relationship?"

"Who cares?" he said. "He doesn't know me, doesn't know you, we'll never see him again, and we're 8000 kilometers away from home." Then he added. "Let's look for a place to drop the carry-ons and go out to see a little of Madrid."

We left the immigration area and went to find out from which terminal our flight to Mykonos was assigned to leave. It was T4, the same we arrived on, so we went to the luggage storing facility in the same terminal and dropped our suitcases and sweaters there. We paid 30 Euros for the storing service and left to the street to grab a cab.

We went to the Plaza Mayor. It was swelteringly hot, being the middle of summer. We walked around, taking in the sights and then took the metro to the Gran Vía where we found a small cafeteria, called 'dNorte' where we had a typical Spanish breakfast of tortilla, Manchego cheese, bellota ham, toast with tomato and coffee. Feeling refreshed we continued our sightseeing.

It was a liberating experience. Without realizing, soon we were walking around hand in hand, talking rapidly, and marveling at the wonders this fantastic old city had to offer. Occasionally Bert would come closer to me and rest his head in my shoulder as we walked around, and I would wrap an arm around his waist. Nobody seemed to pay any attention to us. Time passed too soon, and we had to return to the airport. I remembered we had a layover of almost 11 hours on our return flight and an idea began to form in my mind.

We took another taxi to Barajas and arrived in time for security check. No need of going through immigration since we were not leaving the EU. At 19:45 we were at our gate and soon the call to board was made. Again, having business tickets, we had preferential boarding and entered the plane before the rest of passengers. It was an Airbus 320 and business class had standard economy class seats with the center seat blocked. I had booked seats 4A and 4C on the left of the plane. Once more, I let Bert take the window seat.

At 20:20 sharp we took off for Mykonos where we landed at almost midnight, local time. I also had booked a taxi to wait for us. The old driver put our luggage in the back of a beautifully conserved old van and drove us to the hotel in a little over 15 minutes. We arrived at the front desk and checked in. Despite all his enthusiasm, Bert was exhausted and so was I. The bellboy brought our suitcases and opened the room. It was dark but he lit the lights and left the suitcases after receiving a handsome tip from my hand.

We took in the room. It was fantastic. Large at almost 80 square meters, had a small living room separated from the bedroom by a small door. In the living room a love-couch sat in front of a large plasma TV, and a small table with two seats was set a little apart from there. On the table was a bottle of champagne that I promptly put inside the small fridge. We opened the door to the bedroom and gazed at the bed. It was gigantic. It had to be at least 2.5x2.5 meters, covered in fluffy pillows, with a red rose in each side. I had booked the honeymoon treatment. On the roof above the bed, a large mirror covered the entire area. There was a large glass door that opened to the covered private swimming pool. The bathroom was also large. A tub big enough for the two of us, an open shower stall, and a two-seat hot tub were the offers in terms of bathing. A large double sink stood against one wall and the WC with a bidet were on the other side. The window was tinted and opened to the sea in front. It was dark, so we couldn't see much but it promised to be a fantastic view.

Exhausted, we undressed together and entered the shower stall. We lathered each other in the luxurious soap offered by the hotel and without dressing, went to the bed. Bert was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow, and I followed suit soon after snuggling against his small frame.

AUGUST 3RD, MORNING.

The following morning, I woke up at the crack of dawn. Bert was still sleeping peacefully, in the nude, of course. I went to the bath, brushed my teeth and went to the living room where I opened my suitcase and donned a pair of speedos. Then I rapidly scrawled a note in the little block of hotel stationery available.

"I went out to the front desk, son," I wrote. "Be back soon." This in case he woke up before my return.

I reached the front desk and asked the attendant if she could contact Iberia for me. The pretty young lady did and soon I was talking to an Iberia agent.

"Good morning," I said. "I have a flight from Madrid to" and I said the name of Bert's city, "on the 10th and I would like to know if I can change the date for the 11th."

"OK," said the agent. "Do you have your localizer?"

"Sure," I said and gave him the info that I was reading from my phone.

"I'm sorry, sir," the agent said apologetically, "but there are no available seats with that destination on the 11th. Would you prefer for the 12th?"

"Sure," I answered.

"Both tickets, sir?"

"Yes, both tickets." I answered. "Would there be an extra charge?"

"No sir," the agent answered. "Your fare allows for reservation changes without charge."

"Thank you, sir," I answered and hug up. Then I asked the young girl to contact an American Airways agent for me which she did, and I changed my final return flight as well. With that done, I asked her to find me a nice hotel for those two nights in Madrid, preferably adults only and LGBTQ+ friendly which she assured me she would do.

"I understand this is an all-inclusive resort, isn't it" I asked.

"Yes, Mr. Gølliksen," said the cute girl in perfect British accent.

"Great," I responded. "Until what time are we allowed to breakfast?"

"No time limit, Mr. Gølliksen," she said. "You can have breakfast at any time, or you can call for room service and it will be brought by your assigned room staff, if you prefer."

"Thanks a lot," I said and then remembered something else to ask.

Slightly embarrassed I asked the girl. "There's a possibility that we might receive some visitors to stay the night. Would there be any problem?"

"Not at all, Mr. Gølliksen," said the girl without looking surprised. "There's only a small fee of 9 euros for each night and each extra guest."

"Thanks," I said. "Let me pay the 9 euros for the entire stay, just in case."

"As you wish, Mr. Gølliksen," said the girl taking a 100-euro bill and giving me the change.

Finishing the business, I returned to our room. Upon entering, it was completely silent. Bert had not yet woken up. I shed my speedos dropping them on the floor next to the bed and then I snuggled next to him and embraced him tenderly.

He stirred a little and asked.

"Is it already day?"

"Yes sonny," I answered. "It's dawning."

"Cute," he said sleepily, turning towards me and kissing me deeply.

"Good morning, daddy," he mumbled.

"Good morning, sonny," I retorted. "Ready to start the day? Do you want breakfast?"

"I'm starving, dad," he answered. "Let me get ready."

He left the bed showing off all the glory of his naked body and strutted to the bathroom.

"Do you know where I left my luggage?" he asked.

"It's in the living room, son," I said. "Let me bring it to you."

"Don't worry, daddy," he said sounding more awake. "I'll pick it up."

He did, completed his ablutions and came to the bed. He was wearing only his white swimming trunks. They hugged his delicious frame and marked his nice bulge in the front.

"Aren't you going to get dressed, daddy?" he asked.

"Give me a second," I answered and hastily donned my trunks and, holding his hand, we left the room towards the restaurant. The clock chimed 09:00 am.

We arrived at the restaurant where several couples were already seated having breakfast. The variety was incredible. There were plenty of old couples, 50 or 60 years old. There were also several man-couples ranging in ages between 20 and 50, with all combinations possible in between. A couple of girls were unashamedly kissing in a table. The place exuded tolerance and eroticism. No wonder it was an adult-only resort.

We walked in hand-in hand and went to the buffet bar. I picked a soft-boiled egg, honey, yogurt and walnuts, some pieces of apple and graviera cheese. A typical Greek breakfast. Bert looked at my plate curiously and decided to imitate me. We sat at an empty table and started to eat. Soon we were dipping the bread in the egg and feeding each other. Anyone that saw us could not mistake the fact that we were there as a March-December kind of gay couple. We didn't have a care in the world as we shared our breakfast leisurely. After finishing, we picked our trays, left them in the designated place and walked back to our room again holding our hands.

As we passed the front desk, the girl called on me and asked, "Mr. Gølliksen will you be requiring concierge service to unpack your bags?"

I looked at Bert who nodded and said. "Let's do it during lunch, if it's not a problem," and Bert added cryptically, "Please make sure the yellow carry-on is not touched."

With that we left and reached the room. Bert looked at me with a lascivious expression.

"Sightseeing or getting to know the room?" he asked

I pulled him close, hugged him and kissed him deeply. "Getting to know the room if you don't mind, Bert. I think we can dispense with the role playing, don't you?"

He hugged me closely, kissed me deeply and said.

"Let's go to the pool, Alex,". He started to move to the pool, shedding his swimsuit as he went. His ass bounced seductively and his cock, completely hard, bobbed up and down as he sat on the pool.

"Come, Alex," he said throatily. "The water is delicious."

I took off my trunks and followed suit. I sat next to him admiring the incredible youth that was with me. His face blushed slightly under my scrutiny which made him appear younger and vulnerable. I cradled his face with my hands in his cheeks. His eyes were closed and his luscious lips partially opened. The tip of his tongue licked his upper lip, and he bit his lower lip while a soft moan escaped his throat. It was such a tempting sight. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his which parted and allowed our tongues to greet each other. We kissed slowly for a while but soon our caresses became more urgent. We were both already hard as my hand found out. I began to jerk him softly as he did the same without parting our lips.

He was moaning non-stop as our kiss became steamier and our jerking became more urgent.

"This is so good, Alex," he said as he jerked me off.

"I could stay like this for hours, Bert," I retorted rubbing his cock.

"Don't stop, Alex," he said throatily. "You're doing great."

"So are you, kiddo," I said humping my hips to fuck his hand.

The session continued without any one of us appearing to want to fuck. His fantastic handjob was already sending electric jolts and I could feel his scrotum contracting near the base of his cock. Bert was moaning loudly in unison with me as he also began to hump my hands. We were so close.

In a short while, my cock twitched in his hand, and I started to cum. Thick ropes of spunk shot from my cockhead and floated in the pool. He groaned and rose his hip, pushing his cock into my grasp and soon after me he began to shoot. His cum mingled with mine, floating and sticking to our bodies as we moaned in each other's mouths. Slowly we regained our breaths, and he leaned his head on my shoulder. I passed my arm around him and, taking his face with my other hand, I kissed him again. I couldn't get enough of his luscious lips rubbing with mine, of his athletic tongue twirling with mine, of our breaths mingling as we kept on kissing for a very long time. So long, that he was hard again and I was almost ready.

Bert released my mouth and stood up in front of me. The pool reached his upper thighs as the water cascaded from his thin frame. His cock was once again hard as wood, and the angry head looked at me from less than 3 inches. I glanced to his face and his eyes were fixed on me as his delicious lips parted slightly to let his tongue peek through them. His lips were red, swollen and gorgeous. He bit his lower lip and pulled me to my feet. He pressed his body to mine with his head right under my nose and surrounded my waist with his arms, increasing the pressure between our torsos. I had managed to get hard once again and, burying my nose in his hair, embraced him on my turn and put my hands on his bubble-butt grasping and separating his cheeks.

Bert moaned against my chest. "Alex," he said softly, "hug me. Just like that," as I embraced him tightly holding his light frame against me. "Rub your hair on me, please" he murmured. He then moved his head and rested his face in my left armpit, inhaling deeply. "Alex!" he moaned humping his hips. His cock was mashing against mine as he murmured again "Alex!". He appeared to drink my smell, and his hands went to my back, scratching my skin intensely. I pulled his cheeks apart and inserted my index finger in his ass. It was already clenching, and it opened to welcome my invasion.

I pressed my finger deeply and started to rub his prostate with insisting pressure. Bert grunted and held tighter, his cock pressed against mine and his tongue suddenly licking my arm pit. Apparently, he liked the taste of my sweat because his body started to tremble as his pelvic gyrations became more urgent. Soon his hand went below and grabbing both our dicks, he started masturbating us just like the video he showed me at his home. His moans were louder, and I felt the warmth of his cock rubbing on mine as the most erotic moment I had enjoyed.

Even having cummed so recently, I was approaching another orgasm, and I started to fuck his hand and rub his cock as he continued to wank ourselves into oblivion. His hands were too skilled for me to resist and this time I finished a few seconds before him. A large grunt escaped my throat as my cock spewed another load, this time on his lower abdomen and lubricating his cock and his hand. He continued to frantically rub our cocks until, before I finished cumming, his legs started to jerk, and his beautiful cock erupted in his hand bathing mine and my hairy belly in a deluge of hot semen that lasted for a long time.

After he finished, his legs appear to go limp, and I found myself holding his weight in a tight embrace. I put both my hands on his globes and held him as he rose his legs and wrapped them around my waist. I was now holding his full weight, which felt like a feather as his body trembled against mine.

"Are you OK, Bert?" I asked suddenly concerned.

"I'm in paradise, Alex," he answered. "In the Garden of Eden, actually."

I smiled and said, "I don't think Eve had such a gorgeous cock."

He looked at me and kissed me once again. Still holding him, I stepped out of the pool and took us to the bed where we laid, still wet, and relaxed.

Bert soon regained his senses and asked. "What time is it?"

"It's about 11:30, kid," I answered. "Why?"

"They are coming to unpack us at noon," he said. "Should we let them see us in bed like this?" he asked naughtily. "Or what about them finding us with your cock buried in my ass?"

I laughed loudly and answered, "even though this is an adult-only resort, I don't think it would be a good idea. Particularly on the first day." Then added. "What do you suggest we do?"

"Let's put on our trunks and go exploring, OK?" he answered.

With that little plan, we put our swimsuits on and in five minutes we were out of the door.

AUGUST 3RD, AFTERNOON.

The rooms of the resort were individual cabins set against the shore, surrounded by vegetation. They were set several meters apart providing some privacy and connected between them and the resort proper through a set of sand pathways that meandered through the gardens. We were walking barefoot, holding hands. Midway on the way to the main building a fork in the road held a sign. To the left it pointed to the main building, pool, bar, and road access. To the right it pointed to the nude pool.

Our curiosity was piqued, and we took that road. After a bend, we reached a small stall which was crewed by a young black topless girl.

"Are you headed to the pool?" she asked in a throaty voice.

"We were curious, seeing the sign," answered Bert.

"If you want to proceed," she said, "you have to take off your clothes here."

I worried a little and, sensing my concern, she added. "There is nothing to worry, Mr Gølliksen," she added pronouncing my last name flawlessly. It didn't register that she seemed to know our names. "The crowd at the pool is very free and would not interfere with anyone except by invitation."

"Are you trying to tell us this is a swinger's pool?" Bert asked.

"It can be, Mr. Armada," she answered without fluttering an eye. "It can also be an exhibitionist pool. It depends on the crowd."

I turned to Bert to ask him, but he was already handing his speedos to the black girl. She put them in a small locker with our room number and stared at me waiting patiently.

Bert was smirking at me, and I thought, "what the hell," and shed my trunks as well.

She opened the little gate and allowed us in. We passed through while holding hands and followed the path. Soon we arrived at a secluded area, completely surrounded by lush and impenetrable vegetation. In the middle sat a moderately sized pool, with lounge chairs all around and a small bar in one corner. The pool was kidney shaped and there were already a few couples bathing and lounging in the area.

We splashed some water on the shower stalls set next to the pool and dipped in the water. It was fantastic. Fresh, crisp, and delicious. It reached my chest, and Bert seemed to enjoy it. He swam away and did a few laps, showing off his stamina and his thin frame, shining with his muscle's movements. He then approached and stood right in front of me. He hugged me and kissed me deeply, separating his mouth with a strand of saliva connecting our lips.

He whispered in my ear, "I love this place, Alex. I've never felt so free." And he surrounded my body massaging my ass lewdly.

"Be careful, Bert," I answered, rapidly responding. "I don't want to embarrass ourselves here."

Bert smiled and whispered, "look around you, Alex and tell me what you see."

While he continued massaging my buttocks I looked around and was mildly surprised. There was a middle-aged couple in one of the lounges. The guy was lying on his back, and the woman was sitting on him, gently rocking her hips. Her movements made evident that she had his partner's cock buried in her pussy. A few chairs further away, a pair of young boys, one blond and the other black-haired, were sitting next to each other kissing heavily with their cocks fully erect and making no effort to hide them. Bert pulled my head to the other side and there was this couple, in their early thirties, clearly fucking in the pool, splashing water around them. Three dark haired young men were at the bar, sipping their drinks while watching everybody.

"Do you think anyone would care?" he said grabbing my cock and bringing me soon to full mast.

I realized then that we were in a completely liberal resort and locked my lips hungrily on Bert's mouth and asked, "should I fuck you here or on one of the lounges?"

He didn't answer and, grabbing my dick, he pulled me out of the pool and pointed me to one free lounge chair nearby. He pushed me down and I laid there with my cock hard and pointing for everyone to see. Bert sat next to me and after a few strokes, straddled my groin facing me, and impaled himself in a single swoop. I laid there on my back, with this gorgeous twink sitting on my pole, rocking back and forth as his cock swayed and splashed precum over my belly. I grabbed his butt and began to rise him and drop him on my cock, fucking his delicious asshole.

The two twinks had glued their eyes on our obscene show and began to stroke their dicks. Bert's head was turning right and left as he continued to impale himself and, catching the twinks gaze looked at me and asked. "Should I ask them to come closer, Alex?"

I didn't register his question, and Bert must have taken my grunts as an approval. He twirled his index to the boys inviting them to come closer. The two twinks approached and the dark-haired one said "Possiamo unirci a te?".

"Sorry pals," said Bert without interrupting himself. "Only English."

"Mind if we join?" asked the other one.

"Just to watch, pal," said Bert, panting while he continued to impale himself. "For now, his cock is only mine. If he wants, I can lend him to you later."

They stood at each side of us and began to masturbate. Their cocks were thinner but longer than ours and their cock heads shone with lust and precum. Their scrotal sacs were tightly contracted against the base of their poles as their hands jerked frantically while we kept our show. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the middle-aged couple. The lady had unmounted the man and they were sitting watching our show with a lewd smile. I was feeling turned on beyond myself with the sensation of exposure and, of course, with Bert's tight ass gripping my cock. I pulled him down for a kiss which he responded in kind switching his back-and-forth movements for up and down. I whispered, "I'm about to cum."

"Can you hold until they cum, Alex," asked Bert in a tone of voice that made sure the two youngsters could hear. They increased their tempos. The lewd image of both young cocks being jerked so close to me was almost too much for my control, but I managed.

Bert was now furiously twerking his ass on my cock when the blond twink released a loud growl. He pulled his foreskin fully back uncovering a very red nut-sized head and released a large load that arched beautifully from his tip and landed in the lounge chair very close to me. His companion soon followed suit and managed to avoid Bert's body by a few inches. I couldn't hold it anymore and shot my load in Bert's bowels. He felt it but continued fucking himself for several more minutes. After I had unloaded fully, he suddenly clenched his asshole and came all over my hairy body. The two twinks were mesmerized by the show and the middle-aged couple clapped enthusiastically.

Bert unmounted and laid on my body, smearing himself with his cum. His ass was gaping and leaking my cum over my nutsack. The middle-aged couple stood up and left with their arms lovingly wrapped around each other's waist.

The twinks were sitting on the floor next to us, semi-deflated cocks on their thighs and introduced themselves.

"Hello," said the blonde guy. "I'm Günther. It is a real pleasure to meet you."

"Hello," said the other with a sensual accent. "I'm Franco. Also delighted to meet you."

"Did you travel here together?" asked Bert. "From school or something?"

"No," answered the blond. "We just met here. My parents sent me here to explore my sexuality when I came out of the closet at home. I'm 18 and I live in Bonn." His English was perfect.

"I came with my cousins," added Franco pointing to the bar. "We live in Firenze. I'm also 18 and my family had known about me since high school. My cousins are also gay and are over there." He said pointing to the bar again. A trio of muscular guys, looking mid-twenties, were sitting there sharing a few drinks and ogling us. He then completed the info naughtily, "we fuck each other all the time. No exclusivity, though. I was planning on burying my cazzo on Günther here when you interrupted us," he finished with a dirty smile.

Bert introduced us in a few phrases as Alex, the Dane bear, and Bert, the Latin twink. He didn't elaborate on what relationship joined us.

"Well, we will be leaving you two," said Günther standing up and watching us intently. He was a real blond with a hint of light hair growing at the base of his partially flaccid cock. "I hope we see each other again."

"Piacere, ragazzi," said Franco. He was clean shaved and his cock, was also partially flaccid. "Arrivederci."

We moved to a nearby table and almost before we sat, a waiter came. He was a young redhead guy and, with a heavy Scottish accent asked, "Something to drink?"

Bert ordered a vodka on the rocks, and I ordered a scotch with soda. The guy left and returned promptly with our drinks, served in sustainable material, probably for safety.

I reclined in the chair and asked Bert, "what the hell went into you asking those guys to come closer? Not that I mind, though."

"It was so hot, Alex," he said. "Felling your cock deeply buried in me while those two were jerking, I just had to see them closer."

"Should I worry?" I asked half-jokingly. "Should I feel jealous?"

Bert laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha, Alex. Not on your life." And then added softly. "I could never trade you for anyone."

Bert had said that as if we were a couple and I thought about all the things that had happened on this trip. Him not taking payment, him taking me to his apartment where he didn't like to bring his business, the toothbrush with my name, him cooking breakfast for us, him buying me clothes; I began to think that this was going much deeper than I expected but I felt elated that such a young soul was apparently expressing that kind of feelings regarding me. I felt a warmth inside my chest that had nothing to do with the sweltering heat of the area or the bright sun that shone on us, but I worried about where this would take us.

I took his hand and, looking him in the eyes I said, "I would not trade you for anyone either, Bert." He stared in my eyes, and I felt drown to the depths of his marvelous green eyes and was left breathless. I couldn't doubt it anymore. He wasn't acting. He was being sincere. Suddenly I felt my eyes water and had to look away. Bert waited a few seconds and then, holding my chin delicately turned my head around and gazed me with his eyes also moist.

"I'm also confused, Alex," he murmured. "I don't know where this will take us or how we would manage. I can't believe how my stomach trembled, and my heart ran faster when I saw you at the airport. I felt I could cry with joy. I don't know what will happen. The only thing I know is that I want these days with you to be perfect." And leaning towards my face he finished. "I want these days burned in my memory forever." He wiped my tears from my cheeks and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, no lust in it. Just two souls sharing a highly intimate moment in the sun.

We sat in silent finishing our drinks. Bert then said, "Have you seen the time? Aren't you hungry?"

"Let's go grab lunch, darling," I said standing up. We put the cups in the waste basket and returned through the path. At the stall we recovered our trunks, and the girl said, "I hope you enjoyed yourselves."

"We did, miss," answered Bert. "We did"

She extended her hand, shaking Bert's and saying, "Afi, from Ghana. My pleasure, Mr. Armada."

We looked at each other and then walked to the main building. Bert's head was resting on my shoulder as my arm was wrapped against his waist. When we entered the dining room, the middle-aged couple was sitting in a table for four and waved their hands inviting us to join them. Glancing at each other, we decided to accept and sat with them.

Lunch was à la carte and while we waited for the waiter, we got to know each other.

The man asked "English?" and Bert answered, "English or Spanish, Alex speaks Danish as well, but I don't."

"Hi, välkommen till Mykonos!," said the woman. "I'm Alina and this is my ex-husband Nils."

I looked at them puzzled and asked, "ex-husband?"

Nils answered with a laugh, "yes, we couldn't stand to live together anymore, and we got divorced about 15 years ago," and Alina added, "life with each other was a nightmare but the sex was always great," and Nils completed, "so we frequently meet for a week of lust and release; several times a year."

Alina added laughing, "but never for more than a week. We cannot stand each other for longer."

Bert laughed at their candor, and they asked, "what about you two?"

"Alex here is my dream-daddy-bear," said Bert holding my hand. "We met a few months ago when he was in my country for business, and I ended in his hotel room. He had been straight his entire life but now he's onto twinks as well," he finished looking at me with an adoring smile.

"It was something completely unexpected, " I added. "I had never thought I would be doing things like the ones we do," I said returning Bert's gaze. "He is my dream-twink-boy."

Alina asked, "Are you always the bottom, Bert?"

"Not at all, Alina," said Bert. "He can take me like a champ as well,"

Nils interjected, "Interesting. Are you now fully gay, Alex?"

"No, Nils," I said. "At home I have several lady-friends that made me the honor of sharing my bed regularly."

"And don't you mind?" Alina asked Bert.

"Do I look like I do?" he answered laughing. "Unbelievable as it might seem, we love each other, and he can share his body with whomever he likes just like I can. I know that our hearts belong to each other."

The casual statement took me by surprise, and I realized it was true. We loved each other. Incredibly enough, I had found love again in the heart of this amazing young guy.

"It is true, Alina." I said. "We live in different countries, and we lead our lives in freedom, but we manage to get together frequently just like the two of you."

Lunch had arrived and we moved to more mundane themes while we enjoyed the meal. Nils was 60, like me, and was a retired plastic surgeon. Alina was 55 and still worked as a managing director at Ericsson's. After we finished, we said goodbye to our new friends and walked holding hands back to our room.

On arrival, we saw that both my suitcases and Bert's were nowhere to be seen. His yellow carry-on was placed against the wall. We moved to the bedroom and our clothes were neatly arranged in the closet and drawers. We familiarized ourselves on where everything was stored and decided to go to the bathroom to check the access to the beach.

What we thought was a window the night before turned to be a sliding glass door that opened to a small veranda from where a short set of stairs went down to the crystal-clear water below. I decided to take a dip in the sea and, shedding my trunks, jumped into the water with a big splash.

"I like the way you think, Alex," said Bert as he also shed his trunks and with a graceful somersault, dipped into the warm waters of the Aegean Sea. He swam next to me and locked his lips on mine for a long time. We swam for a while and then went back to the veranda. There was a pair of lounge chairs with a little table in the middle.

"Should we open the champagne?" I asked.

"Let's keep it for later, if you don't mind," answered my twink, adding, "See if there is room service for drinks and order me another vodka on the rocks."

I went to the little living room and picked the phone. There was indeed room service for drinks and the bar asked me if I would wait for the drinks or if they could enter and bring them to us. I told them to come in and went back to sit with Bert.

"Drinks are on their way," I said and reclined myself on the lounge. Bert was lying next to me. His naked body shone with sweat as he delved in the relaxing moment. His dick was flaccid, lying beautifully against his sack, the tip barely reaching under it. I laid next to him in the other lounge, and we started to talk.

We were animatedly chatting about what to do the following day when I heard the door opening and steps approaching through the room. Bert looked at me inquiringly and I said, "the drinks are here."

I walked back to grab my wallet while the girl that brought the drinks went to the veranda to put them on the table, together with a small bowl of peanuts. She was dressed in a tight top that hugged a pair of small tits, and a very short, flowered skirt below. I grabbed a 5 euro note and offered it to her, but she told me, "no need, Mr. Gølliksen," in a delightful British accent adding, "you can wait to the end of your stay for the tip, and leave it here in an envelope. I'm Brigitta and I'm assigned to your room for your entire stay," and left.

I returned to the veranda to find Bert laying on the lounge and sipping his vodka. I grabbed a fistful of peanuts and began to drink my scotch.

"Is room service always coming in like this, Alex?" asked Bert.

"I don't think so," I answered. "I was asked if I would wait for the drinks or if they could just come in and deliver them."

He returned to his drink and chuckled, "luckily, we were more or less presentable."

"I was counting on it," I laughed eating some peanuts. They were perfectly toasted and slightly salted.

We remained on the veranda for several hours, chatting quietly and decided to stay to watch the gorgeous sunset. As it finished, we were holding hands mesmerized by the multicolored show feeling like nature was putting it out just for us.

Bert stood up, gave me a peck on my lips and said, "Let's go for dinner, Alex."

We went to the room. I put on a white bermuda's short that only reached the upper third of my thigh and a burgundy polo shirt. I didn't bother with underwear. Bert donned a pair of cut-off jeans that hugged his bubble butt beautifully and completed the outfit with a shiny white sleeve-less t-shirt. He also didn't bother with underwear. The effect was dashing. We then went out and walked with our arms wrapped around our waists to the dining room.

AUGUST 3RD, NIGHT.

We arrived at the dining room which, at night, had a subdued lighting and looked very warm and cozy. We sat at a table for two and waited for the waiter. When he arrived, we ordered dinner. A salad for me and a risotto for Bert. We combined the food with half a bottle of Assyrtiko white wine and had a leisure dinner. After finishing, we went walking through the beach. A large full moon shimmered over the sea and the water sparkled with the soft waves. A few couples were also walking around. We sat in a small bank to drink on the ambiance. A soft breeze swooshed through the trees and the stars were twinkling above. It was an idyllic landscape.

We looked at each other and after a romantic kiss, wordlessly returned to our room, again with our arms wrapped around our waists.

On entering, Bert closed and locked the door as I hugged him from behind. He turned around with that delicious smile parting his lips and kissed me for a long time, our tongues wrestling with one another. We slowly moved to the bed and fell on top of it while we clumsily removed our clothes.

There he was again, naked, with that beautiful body shining in the moonlight that filtered through the window, his cock fully erect and inviting. I stood in front of him drinking his image. Bert approached and rubbed his hands on my chest, combing my hair with his nails. Every single touch of his hands sent electric shock down to my groin where my cock was standing at attention, red head uncovered, and precum leaking.

We kissed, more urgently this time and spent a delicious time caressing, scratching and pinching every piece of male anatomy that would be within our reach. I held his sac in my left hand as the right caressed his bush. His balls felt heavy and full and contracted softly on my touch. He was rubbing my ass and insinuating his index finger inside my hole as he continued to comb the hair on my chest and belly.

"God, Bert," I murmured. "I can't stop watching you. I can't get enough of this."

"Love your hairy body, Alex," he whispered in my ear. "Please never ever think about removing it."

"I won't," I said as I began to caress his tube and with my hand, spread his precum over his shaft but it continued leaking so I took my hand smeared with his juices and placed on my lips, licking them. Bert groaned and kissed me deeply, tasting his own juices in my lips. He then put a hand on my belly and said, "Wait one second," as he went to the living room. Soon he was back with the yellow carry-on saying, "I have something here that I want to try with you."

He opened and fished out a black velvet bag, about 30 inches long, closed with golden string and placed it in the bed, between us. Opening it he pulled out the content. It was a double-headed purple dildo, about 20 inches long and thicker than his cock. In his other hand he held a bottle of lube. With a lusty twinkle in his eyes, he asked. "Can't wait to see how this thing feels."

I looked at the toy with lust and disbelief but laid myself on my back, pointing my ass to him. He latched his mouth on my ass and started with a fantastic rimming, slobbering all over and around my hole and inserting two fingers on my yearning chute. I moaned and rested my head on the pillows. On the mirror above I could not miss anything that Bert was doing.

Bert straddled my face and offered me his hole in turn. I thoroughly lubed it, and finger fucked him for a couple of minutes while he pressed his ass back against my hand. He then asked me to lay on my back. Bert went back to my rear and, sitting close to me, started to press the dildo against my ass.

I was beside me in lust and pressed back, relaxing my sphincter until the head of the silicone cock entered me. I started seeing stars and began to clench my muscles against the delicious invasion. Then I saw in the mirror how Bert took the other end and started to fuck himself.

"God, Alex," he said. "This feels so hot!" and he started to move back and forth, pushing the dildo on my ass at the same time.

We then went at it with gusto. We both started to move back and forward impaling ourselves in the fake cock. Our reflections in the mirror were like a porn movie, our asses gaping around the silicon cock and our dicks swaying around, dripping precum over our bodies and the sheets where we would sleep later.

Bert was grunting, "AAAAARGH! UNNNNGH! PUSH IT IIIIIINNNNN!" as his movements began to turn wild and needy.

On my part I was very close to release. "UNGHHHHHHH, BERT!" I yelled, "GOOOOOSH! IT'S..... I'M...." I couldn't utter a full sentence, Then, an unexpected tingling cut through my ass and my body. The damn broke and I reached a cusp of pleasure so intense that my peripheral vision became black. An incredible sensation was irradiating from my ass swallowing my conscious mind and spreading all over my body as an enormous jet of cum spurted continuosly from the tip of my cock. On the mirror I saw it arching portentously and landing on both mine and Bert's cock, drenching them and dripping in the sheets below me. Bert was also out of himself, lewdly pushing his ass against the dildo. It was the most bizarre and intense orgasm I had ever felt.

When I finally came down, I didn't know where I was, what happened or even if Bert was conscious or not. I only knew that was the wildest orgasm I had ever had. Slowly recovering my senses, I heard a soft buzzing sound and felt a vibration in my ass that was keeping my cock still hard. It then turned off and Bert landed on my side almost unconscious. His cock was swollen beyond imagination and cum was still leaking from his tip. I pressed my lips on it, but he pushed me aside begging, "not now, Alex, please," he panted. "I'm too sensitive," as his flushed face slowly recovered his normal color and his heaving chest returned to normal.

"Was that darned thing a vibrator as well?" I asked without turning my face.

"Yes, sorry, Alex," he answered, gasping. "I never suspected it would be set to max when I turned it on. GOD!, I had never had such a wild and intense orgasm, and you didn't help it, my bear."

"Me?," I asked, "what did I do?"

"Grunting, yelling, moaning, half phrases, that gigantic shot, what can I say?" he answered.

Turning on my side, I reached for him and hugged him, holding him close.

"It was crazy, Bert," I whispered. "It was amazing, it was too much, and I need a sleep."

"Take your beauty sleep, my man," said Bert. "I'll be here next to you."

With this, we were done for the night. We cuddled and spooned over the mess the sheets had become and didn't open our eyes until the crack of dawn.

AUGUST 4TH, MORNING

I woke up before dawn, with my dick sore from all the cumming of yesterday and my ass tingling remembering the scene at the pool chairs and with the double-headed dildo. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then sat in the veranda to watch the sun rising. It wasn't oriented properly to watch the sunrise, but the colors of the sky changed subtly going from black to deep blue, to grey until a glorious, cloudless blue sky lit up. As I drank the beautiful day, a pair of hands laid on my shoulders and I felt Bert nuzzling on my bald head and murmuring, "good morning, my bear"

I turned around and with a soft kiss I answered, "good morning my twink."

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"Let's have breakfast and then maybe go to the city to walk around a bit," I said.

"Sounds good, bearman." He said. "Let's get ready and leave right after breakfast."

Bert went for a shower as I shaved. His gorgeous body was moving around under the jets of water, invitingly, and I was responding with my cock getting engorged. He saw me and blew me a kiss smiling and said, "keep your energy for later, Alex." Then he threatened me. "I always get savagely horny after a long walk."

I laughed and waited for him in the room. I put on a pair of white linen pants, over my also new white swim trunks. On top I put on a cream-colored linen kind-of-polo shirt that tied in the upper front. My shoes were my old white moccasins. I complemented that with my sunglasses and sat to wait for Bert.

He came from the bathroom completely dried, and gloriously naked. Without an apparent care he began to rummage on his side of the closet but then stopped to check me. He wolf-whistled his appreciation and returned to pick up his clothes. He went for a pair of red-baggy shorts which he put on over a set of semi-thong white swim trunks, and on top he put on a white sleeveless t-shirt. He put on his glasses and his white sport shoes and said, "I'm ready." He looked simply stunning.

We went for breakfast and afterward went to the front desk to find out how to get to Mykonos Town, or Chora.

We waited while the girl finished checking out a young couple and then we made our inquires.

"There is a bus service that comes and goes every hour. Unfortunately, you just missed the 8:00 o'clock one," she said then continuing, "you can get a taxi from here to downtown which will cost you about 35 euros, but we have to call one to come over and pick you up. There is not really a lot of space here for taxis to wait."

"Is there a third option?" I asked.

"Yes. You can rent one of our Citroen 2CV's which are available for 30 euros a day," she offered lastly. "They are converted to electric, and I would only need your driver's license. All the rest of the info we already have in your checking form.

"That last option sounds great," I said. "Do you want a car, Bert?"

"Sure, Alex," he grinned. "It would be fantastic."

The girl brought the forms, and I asked, "I still have six more days left and I don't want to be bothered doing this every day. Is there a way to rent it for the rest of the stay?"

"Sure, Mr, Gølliksen," said the girl. "Just fill in here for how long you'll rent the car, and we'll charge your room. You'll get a 10% discount."

"Thank you," I said as I finished the forms. She then walked us out to give us the keys and explain about the car and charging. And we got to pick the car.

There was a rainbow of Citroen 2CV, s parked there in all imaginable shades of color. Bert's eyes seemed to be drawn to a rabid orange one and I said, "that one."

The girl filled-in the info of the car and handing me the keys, she said.

"The cars have a range of about 350 kilometers, more than enough to go around the island several times. Although you should always plug it to charge on arriving at the resort, there should be no need to worry about charging while on the road. Alas, they lack air conditioning but there's rarely traffic here and opening the windows will provide plenty of fresh air." She opened the doors, showing the interior upholstered in a light tan fabric. There was a tinted-glass-roof, and the bare amenities inside. A GPS unit with a small screen was placed in the dashboard, between both front passengers. No rear seat, the space was occupied with an icebox, a beach umbrella, a bag with towels, sustainable cups, and a pair of beach seats. "This will be checked by us every night, the towels changed as needed and the glasses replaced with clean, fresh ones. Let us know in advance at what time you plan to leave so we can fill the icebox with ice before your departure." Finally, opening the glove compartment she showed us the car's papers and a road map of the island, while a young guy came with a bag of ice and emptied it in the icebox. With that she left us on our own.

"What do you think, Bert?" I asked. "We don't even need to go back to pick up towels or stuff."

Bert was already sitting shotgun and saying, "On your marks, ready, GOOOOOO!" with an infectious laugh. I sat at the wheel laughing and we left.

Bert was checking the map and giving directions. We were about 5 minutes away from Mykonos Town which was our first stop. We arrived there and found a parking spot easily, near the Manto Mavrogenous square.

We roamed the tiny streets surrounded by bright white buildings with their quaint blue balustrades. It was a bustling little town square filled with stores of artisanry, cafés, and restaurant with their indefinable air of being tourist-traps.

Smiling, we entered several stores browsing what they had to offer and at midmorning, enjoyed a pair of cold Yellow Donkey beers in a small pub by the coast. The green-blue waters of the Aegean Sea extended to the horizon where we could glimpse several other islands nearby. We then walked to the seafront neighborhood that sometimes was called Little Venice and had a fantastic lunch at a small restaurant called Baboulas Ozeri. We had an expensive but tasty meal starting with some beginners like Tzatziki, bread, olives and feta and crowned with an Orzotto with Mokfish and Xinotiro cheese which was specially made to share. Not a very greek entrée but nice. We then sat on the seashore to rest and at 13:00, we decided to explore further. We took the car and drove towards the center of the island. We reached a small town called Ano-Meria where we stopped for another beer. We asked if there were some secluded beaches around and they pointed in our maps the location of Vathia Lagkada right on the eastern tip of the island. The owner of the little bar said that is was gorgeous, but we would not be able to reach it on that car. We would need a 4x4. We were disappointed but he pointed us to a little business across the street where we could rent a jeep for a few hours. We went there and rented a 1986 hard-top American Jeep and transferred out stuff to the 4x4. We then settled for the adventure.

AUGUST 4TH, AFTERNOON.

It took us almost one hour and a couple of missed turns but we made it. The road was savage and the 4x4 traction was really indispensable but when we reached the beach, it was completely worthwhile. The shore was made of small pebbles and was surrounded by two hills on both sides. It couldn't be more than 10 or 15 meters wide with crystal clear, quiet and shallow waters. There was not a soul around. We walked to the seashore, pitched the umbrella and placed the chairs and icebox under it. I took a beer, and Bert immediately took off his swim trunk and walked to the water.

"What are you waiting, bearman?" he said loudly. "The water is delicious. Bring a beer for me."

I took another beer, shed my trunks and walked to him.

I reached him and gave him his beer. He took it, swallowed a healthy swag, smacked his lips, and grabbed me mashing his lips on me in a lewd kiss.

"I've always wanted to fuck outdoors, Alex," he mumbled lustily, "and doing it with you will the cherry on top," as he began to grab my cock with his free hand.

I began to drink in a hurry while getting a handful of butt from his taut rear. We rapidly finished our beers and went to the chairs to dispense of the bottles.

Looking at him with intense desire I asked, "do you want to fuck here or in the water?"

We were both furiously hard and, without answering, he grabbed my cock and pulled me back to the water until it reached our chests. The sun shimmered in the sea and our bodies clung to each other. Bert jumped on me wrapping his legs on my waist and, holding himself with his arms on my neck, he pressed his ass against my cock saying, "Come on Alex, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEE!" and he pushed, opening his rosebud. I was holding him by his butt, and, with simultaneous pressure, I was soon deeply buried on his chute.

Immediately I started pushing and pulling while he moved synchronically against me. We were grabbing and scratching wildly as we kissed hungrily. The clear waters of the Aegean Sea were the only witness to our lust for each other and in a short time I was pumping my load deep in him. When I calmed down, we disengaged, and Bert kept on kissing me with ardor. I took my hand down and he was as hard as before, so I guided him back to the chair and putting myself in position, I offered him my pulsating ass which he swiftly penetrated and fucked me doggy cumming within less than one minute.

We laid on our beach chair for several minutes recovering our breaths until we stopped gasping. After another pair of beers, I stood next to him and, taking the bottle of sun lotion, gave him an erotic massage applying the creamy liquid over his whole skin. By the time I finished, his cock was once again, fully erect.

He took the bottle of lotion and returned the favor applying the lotion all over me, managing to get me barely at half-mast. I took his proud dick in my mouth and started sucking him with abandon. Slowly going further, I finally managed to get his cockhead pass my throat and swallowed him whole, while my hands roamed over his sac and rubbed against his asshole. With him completely impaled in my mouth, I realized there was no space to breath, but I had taken a deep breath before, so I had some time. Then I swallowed his cockhead, and the contractions of my throat muscles pushed him over the edge and his organ swelled and twitched in my mouth sending a jet of warm semen down my throat directly to my stomach. I kept on sucking and massaging his sac until I had to pull him out to breath. My mouth was a mess of saliva, his spunk, and my face was flushed red and strangely proud. I had finally deep-throated my dream-twink in a deserted Greek beach and felt absurdly proud.

"WOW, Alex," he said when he recovered. "That was one hell of a blowjob."

"I aim to please, Bert," I said with a smirk.

Half an hour later we decided to pick camp and were driving back to civilization. We drove to Ano Mera where we arrived at a little over 16:00 h and returned the jeep. We stopped at a restaurant close to the central square, I think it was called 'Vardaris', and had a nice, late lunch and a couple of beers. Then we picked up the 2CV and drove back to the hotel arriving at almost 18:00 h. After plugging the car in the charger, we went to the normal pool and sat to rest.

Shortly after, Günther and Franco sat close to us to say hi. Bert greeted them and they started a lively conversation while I dozed off. After a few minutes they left, and Bert came close to my side.

"Günther was asking if we would like to meet with him later for a threesome," asked Bert.

"Pretty damn daring of him," I answered, "don't you think?" Then I added, "Do you want to? I have to confess that I'm intrigued by that, although I have the impression that Franco is not much of a bottom."

"He's as versatile as me, Alex," said Bert, "but Günther is not including him this time. We talked for quite a while, so to answer your question, yep. I would like the two of us to teach him how to have a good time."

"Then, I'm in, dream-twink." I said.

At 19:00 h we went back to our room and took a shower. We then dressed and went for dinner returning in about 90 minutes.

AUGUST 4TH, NIGHT

"So, Bert," I said laying on the bed only in my briefs. "How do you want Günther to find us?"

Bert giggled and said, "he's an 18-yeat-old, Alex. Do you think he would be shocked if we are already in action, like in the video we saw?"

"I wouldn't mind," I said, "but if I remember correctly, the second twink entered and began to fuck the older guy right away."

"Don't you want that beautiful prick in your ass, Alex?" he asked innocently. "And by the way, how about returning to our role playing? At least while he's here."

"That will be hot, sonny," I said agreeing. And with that, I beckoned him to the bed, and he laid next to me. Soon we started petting and kissing heavily, with our cocks already at full mast, tenting beautifully.

Bert separated his mouth from mine looking me in the eyes. A thread of saliva went from me to his luscious, thick lips that were parted with that endearing smile. He put his hands on my side and said softly. "Thank you for this, dad." And returned to kiss me.

After a shirt while, I sat on the bed and asked, "at what time are we expecting the visit?"

"In about an hour, dad," answered Bert.

"Perfect," I said and went to the phone and ordered a service of vodka with three glasses.

"No, I would rather you knock when you arrive, if you don't mind," I said on the phone before hanging up. Bert was on the bed stroking his cock through his briefs.

"Who were you calling, dad?" he asked.

"I ordered a service of vodka with three glasses," I answered. "It should be here in a moment." And I returned to the bed. I hugged Bert tightly and groped his perfect ass taking a handful in each hand. He responded by combing my chest hair and licking my nipples and then going down and probing my navel with his tongue. We were getting ready for more energetic action when the door knocked.

Bert stood up and went to the door. He opened without regard of his obscenely tenting briefs and let our assigned girl to come in. Brigitta entered holding a tray with a bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, three glasses and several bottles of water, coke, sprite, soda and tonic water. A little platter held several pieces of lemon. She smiled ogling Bert's briefs and, bidding us good night, took her leave.

"What do you think, dad?" asked Bert in a very lascivious way. "Do you think she wanted to include herself in our games? She looked interested, if you ask me."

"I don't think so, son," I said. "I don't think the staff is allowed to interact with guests that way."

Bert laughed and picked up the literature for the resort, opened in one inner page. "You should read the instructions beforehand, dad!" There, under the heading of staff it said. "The members of staff are not authorized to interact with guests in any intimate way during their work hours. What they decide to do in their free time is between them and any other parties involved and the resort will not be held responsible."

"So, does it mean that if I asked her to come, she might have said yes as long as she is in her free time?" I wondered.

"It seems so, daddy," said Bert very interested. "I would love to see you screwing a girl with me jerking off in the room."

I stored the idea for a later time and served two vodkas for us. We sat in the living room and began to sip our drinks. Soon, Bert stood up and, sitting on my lap, peeled down my brief to my knees releasing my cock and began to rub on it, smearing my precum all over his briefs. I gently pushed him aside and took my briefs fully. Then I sat again and, pulling him closer, took off his briefs and began to suck his cock. It was hard, hot, and tasted of sea, sweat, and precum with a maddeningly erotic smell that got my juices fully running. At that time there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," said Bert. I couldn't protest through the mouthful of cock I was handling.

The door opened and there was Günther, dressed only in briefs. He looked at us lustily. Closing the door behind him he approached us.

I kept on sucking Bert who grabbed the German boy by his waist and started kissing him wildly. In no time, he had pulled his briefs down and Günther's cock sprang powerfully, barely one inch away from my face. Without stopping my blowjob, I examined it close. It was about 8 or 9 inches long but nor very thick, in fact, looked thinner than ours. Grabbing it with my free hand I began to jerk it while I sucked at Bert.

Taking him out of my mouth, I said. "Bert and I know each other for a long time, and we don't need condoms but with you, we will use them."

Günther panted, "I understand. I'm clean, but I understand." He was moving his hips fucking my hand while I wanked his meat.

With that, Bert took us to the bed where we fell in a tangle of arms, legs and cocks.

Günther's body was completely hairless, besides his faint blond bush. Not a single muscle bulge marred that perfect alabaster skin. A slight patina of sweat adorned his flat belly. His chest was also flat with pink nipples that stood proudly and hard, as he panted in lust. His cock rose from the pink skin and below, his sac heaved with every twitch of his cock. Bert took a rubber, unwrapped it and expertly put it on the German twink until he was completely covered.

Bert then said, "there, you're ready," offering me his cock. I began to jerk both twinks and started to suck one and then the other. The flavors were quite different, but the smell of maleness was similar. I went deep on Bert leaving his cock shining with my saliva before attacking Günther's and giving him the same treatment. Next to me, Bert was actively swallowing my dick as Günther began to scratch my balls which sent jolts through my weapon. I was beyond horny with two cocks to play with and I was eager to invade Günther's skinny ass as soon as possible

As if reading my mind, Bert said, "Alex and I usually don't use lube but if you want, I have a bottle here."

Lost in the pleasure of my blowjob, Günther moaned. "No, no lube, please." And pulling himself apart, set himself in 4 and begged, "anyone of you, please fuck me."

I laid on the bed below the blond twink as Bert put on a rubber and pointed his weapon to the wrinkled ass. Günther took me in his mouth and deep-throated me in a single movement, sinking my head in his tight throat. Once more, I felt tingling in my balls and with great effort managed to push my orgasm away.

Bert was pressing on Günther's ass and soon it swallowed his cockhead. His ass dilated lewdly accommodating Bert's girth who was inexorably burying his entire instrument until his belly was pressed on the blond's tiny buttocks.

Günther groaned in pleasure and began to fuck my mouth with deep movements. I was showing off my newly acquired command of my gag reflex and swallowed him fully. We began to fuck each other's mouths as Bert plowed the twink's ass with deep and rough movements. Günther groaned in pleasure every time Bert hit his prostate, dripping precum in my hungry mouth, while holding a mouthful of my meat sending shivers through my entire length as I desperately swallowed him.

The lewdness of this, for me, new experience was bringing my lust to levels previously unexplored, and I went down on Günther with a vengeance as I used my two hands in the pair of ball sacks I had in front of my face. Both reeked of cum, musk, and maleness turning my brain to mush and my muscles to jelly. I was the first to lose the competition and filled Günther's mouth with a heavy load fired directly in his throat as powerful contractions pushed my semen out of my cock. I moaned deeply taking the German's twink as deep in my throat as I could while pressing my fingers in Bert's ass, that was pulsating with his arousal.

As I pushed my finger in his ass, Bert became the second to lose the competition and he came hard burying his cock as deep as he could on Günther's ass, filling the condom. Günther's chute was pulsating and soon he spurted a large load of salty and tart spunk directly in my throat, filling me with all he had. We remained in position for a while before untangling and lying on the huge bed.

I found myself with one twink on each side. On my left, the 18-year-old German, sweaty skin and half engorged cock, shiny with my saliva and what remained of his cum, and on my right, my dear 21-year-old twink, with his face flushed, right next to mine, mingling our breaths. He took my head on his hands, and we kissed deeply, dueling tongues fighting each other and sharing Günthers flavor with him.

"Mmmmmmmh, daddy," he said. "He tastes delicious. I'm looking forward to sucking him off."

Günther said, "let me recover before, please. You two are something else."

Bert said to me, "you have to try that ass, daddy," adding, "it is sooooo tight!"

"If you don't mind, Günther," I said, "I would love to go raw and dry."

"GREAT!" the German said, and Bert added, "I want that schlong deep in my chute as well, daddy. Let's put him in the middle, shall we?"

The dirty talk seemed to bring additional heat to the two youths, and they were well on their way to a full erection, but my body couldn't respond that fast. Standing up, I went to the bathroom and, doing something I had never needed before, I took a pill of Cialis® form the box I brought just in case. Then I went to the WC to get a leak and returned to the two boys. I found them locked in a lewd 69 which soon fired me up completely, with the pharmacological help. When I arrived at the bed, I was ragingly hard again.

Seeing this, Bert put himself in his hands and knees in front of Günther, aiming the German's cock to his dilated entrance. When Günther rammed his cock in Bert's tight ass, I kneeled behind Günther and pressed my full length in a single push. Bert was absolutely right. This ass was very tight. The German sighed and grabbing Bert by his hips began to fuck him. Every time he pulled out, he buried my cock deep in his ass, and every time he pushed in, he drew my dick out until only my head was inside. I used my hands to hold Günther by his narrow hips and began to guide the action. He released control on me and began to enjoy the double stimulation.

Günther's ass was tight and complying. He took my invasion with gusto and began to moan lewdly. His movements made my cock twitch in lust, reaching deeper and deeper as his manhood was ramming Bert's entrails making him moan in his turn.

After about 5 minutes Günther's sphincter started clenching my cock as if he wanted to clip it from my body and he was grunting with incomplete phrases, "FFFFFUCCCK! MEHR! GIB MIR...! FFFFFUCCCK!"

"DADDY, I'M GONNA CUM!" Bert was yelling as I continued to plow savagely on the German twink's ass. I was holding for dear life to keep myself sheathed but Günther's ass was convulsing, and I would not be able to take much more of this.

"DADDY, I THINK HE'S ABOUT TO CUM! HIS COCK IS SWELLING! DAAAAAAAADY!" yelled Bert pushing Günther's cock deep in his chute. Günther's ass started clenching on my meat and that was it for me. With a bestial brawl, I buried myself deep in him as I shoot my cum in his bowels. Simultaneously he was doing the same in Bert's and a few seconds later my twink love was shooting his cum over our sheets and pillows. Günther fell on the bed dragging me with him and unsheathing me. Günther glued his mouth on Bert's ass, beginning a vigorous rimming, cleaning all of his cum that leaked out, leaving him squeaky clean. He then laid on the bed catching his breath.

"You two are really wild!" the German said admiringly.

"You have not seen anything yet, kiddo," I said going to the living room. Soon I returned with three glasses of vodka on the rocks. Günther asked for something to mix his and I pointed him to the living room. He walked there, bouncing his ass for our pleasure. He bent over pulling his cheeks giving us a fantastic view of his rosebud, already closed but still twitching. He returned after splashing some tonic on his drink and we went to the pool and sat next to each other. Again, I found myself with a twink on each side.

It felt good, relaxing. We started to talk, interrupting frequently with laughter. Günther told us that he was almost exclusively bottom, but he enjoyed the occasional ass to fuck. Since his first time, he had become the cum-bucket of his first lover and he relished the role although sometimes his lover would bring someone for him to fuck as well and he did, but he preferred to be the one getting his ass plowed.

Bert, with a wild light in his eyes proposed, "may be the two of us can go to your room and gang bang you with Franco and his cousins, would you like?"

"YESSSSS!" said Günther. "I would love that."

We remained sitting on the pool for a while recovering our senses, talking dirty and planning things to do. The lewd talk soon stimulated me, and, thanks to Mr. Cialis, I was soon at full mast. Günther and Bert were also hard, and the German looked at us and said, pleadingly. "Would you give me a double anal, please?"

Bert looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. He then took the German guy and brought him back to the bed. I followed them. Bert laid on the bed and directed me to lay as well. He crouched and accommodated himself with his legs around mine. Our dicks were very close, hard as steel and pointing to the ceiling expectantly. Günther licked his lips and with a prodigious hardon, straddled our groins, facing me. He then grabbed both our cocks and jerked us for a few minutes before getting Bert's meat inside his chute. He sighed and, grabbing my dick in turn, pressed it next to Bert's, who was partially in, and lowering himself, he impaled his ass in both our cocks.

It was insanely tight. Feeling Günther's ass squeezing my meat and Bert's cock pressed tightly against mine was the dirtiest sensation I've ever felt. Günther said, "don't move," and began to rise and lower himself on the two cocks jammed inside his bowels. He was still facing me, and his cock was hard as steel, hitting my belly on every movement of his. His eyes rolled to the back, only showing the whites as he increased his tempo. His ass felt distended, but he was clenching it marvelously. Bert and I remained still letting the twink take his pleasure. In a few minutes he was rapidly jumping on us as inhuman sounds were coming out of his throat.

"YESSSSS, ARRRRRGHH! UNGHHHHH! OH MY...!" his words were unintelligible as his speed increased beyond belief. He was ramming two cocks on his ass as if they were two pencils and his gripping muscles were giving us an insane level of friction. I turned my head to one side to watch Bert's face contorted in pleasure. He glimpsed me and smiling, began to pump up and down, rubbing my cock in the process.

It was incredible and Günther became lost in lust with uncoordinated movements as his orgasm approached. I hungrily grabbed his boner and started jerking him rapidly. Sooner than expected he released his cum in a single, long spurt that drenched my entire body, from my bald pate to my groin; not failing to give me a nice facial. Shortly after, I felt Bert's cum shooting inside the German's ass drenching my cock and leaking outside. I managed not to cum.

Eventually, Günther dismounted us and laid on his side to my right. His ass gaping obscenely, with Bert's cum leaking out. I glued my lips in his abused ass and licked all I could of Bert's cum. It tasted familiar but with Günther tanginess and his chute reeked of cum and ass. After cleaning him I laid on my back again, with my cock lewdly erect and pointing up.

Bert laid between my legs and began to suck me deeply. Soon Günther joined him, and I laid back enjoying the two twink's attentions generously lavishing my hard meat. Their expertise was incredible. While one was deep throating me, the other would suck my balls or kiss my shaft, switching positions frequently. One of them pushed two fingers in my pulsating ass and began to massage my prostate inducing large drops of precum to pour from my overstimulated cockhead that were soon licked by a pair of hungry mouths. I couldn't resist so much stimulation and soon I was grunting. "I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!"

Two pairs of hands wanked me off as two fingers kept on massaging my prostate until I exploded. I sent two large jets of spunk in someone's mouth. For the third and fourth they had switched positions, and I painted the other twink's throat until only a minor dribble fell from my tip bathing my sac and lovingly being sucked by two pairs of lips.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, I looked down to see a pair of young faces flushed with satisfied lust and smiling at me.

"You guys are really something else," said Günther, adding "I'm back to Franco's. He's probably looking for me and I still have to service him."

He stood up on shaking legs, put on his briefs and, with a deep kiss, bade his farewell and left us in a messy bed, soaked in cum and sweat. I had Bert's feet in front of my face. When the door closed, I kissed Bert's feet, caressing his calves while he did the same to me. We then arranged ourselves next to each other.

"That guy is wild, Alex," said Bert. "I can't wait to see him getting gangbanged between five dirty guys."

"I'll be the dirtiest, Bert, being the oldest." I said.

"What did you go looking for in the bathroom?" asked Ber curiously.

"I took a Cialis® pill. For the first time I thought I needed the help." I said sheepishly.

"Hahaha. That's good, dad," he answered snuggling to me. He was sweaty, his hair mated and looked adorable. "Wanna shower?"

"For me, it's ok," I answered. "You smell like heaven to me," I said inhaling his armpits and licking sweat from his back."

"Perfect, dad," he said. "I don't think I have much more energy to get a shower. Better tomorrow."

Spooning and caressing each other hands, we soon drifted off to a much-needed sleep.

AUGUST 5TH, MORNING

I woke up, again at the crack of dawn, reeking of cum and sweat. Bert's body smell almost kept me from leaving the bed, but I decided to let him sleep and went to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and thoroughly gurgling on mouth wash, I returned to the room. Bert was sleeping on his side, his hair in disarray, and the covers right under his bubble butt, covering his gorgeous legs. He was breathing softly, his eyes closed and a beatific expression in his face, with a slight smile parting his luscious lips. I drank his image with suddenly moist eyes as he seemed to sleep without any worry. He was the most adorable sight for me. Young, beautiful and vulnerable. This youth was giving me so much joy I could barely breath, with a tightness in my throat that, if not controlled, would turn into a heavy session of tears. I held myself and after a few minutes he stirred, turned on his back and opened his eyes.

"Good morning, daddy," he mumbled sleepily. "What were you looking at?"

"Good morning, son," I said adding with a tremor in my voice, "I was gazing at the most beautiful person in this wretched world."

He stood up, coming to me with his cute cock flaccid swinging against his sac and hugged me tightly. "Thank you, daddy," he whispered in my ears. "You're such a beautiful soul. I can't imagine how was it possible for two women to leave you alone."

"The most important one is still with me, Bert," I said thinking of my daughter. Then picking my phone, I hugged him and took a selfie from our waist up. "Do you mind if I send this to her?"

"Who is her, daddy," he asked.

"My daughter, son," I said. "Your sister in love."

He blushed deeply, assenting with his head and burying his face in my chest. I sent the picture while feeling his ragged breaths against me. When I brought his face up, holding his chin, his eyes were puffy and there were tears running down his cheeks. I felt touched to the depths of my soul and softly kissed him. We remained there, wrapped in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity.

Cleaning his cheeks he mumbled, "I stink, daddy. I need a shower. Would you mind joining me?" he asked pleadingly.

I took him by his hand and gently walked him to the shower. There, I took the body soap and lathered all his skin, softly massaging him and shampooing his head. He pressed himself to me and began to soap my hairy chest and belly. He then hugged me and, passing his arms around me, lathered my back in suds. We then removed the foam with the shower head.

We returned to the bed wordlessly and sat in it devouring each other with our eyes.

"It is strange, dad, to feel this way." He said softly. "I have never cared so much for someone and I'm sad I don't deserve you."

"How dare you to say that son?" I asked, "It is me who's unworthy of you."

"No, daddy." He said with a hint of a sob cracking his voice. "I fell for you from our first date, but afterward I kept on having all sort of sex with all sorts of men," he said beginning to sob. "How can I be worthy of you?"

"Do you think I have been chaste at home, son?" I said. "I have been having frequent sex with four different women two or three times a week. It doesn't change what I feel for you." I added hugging him. "Besides, you're 21, I'm sixty, and I don't want you to tie yourself exclusively to an old guy who soon will not have the ability to perform, Cialis® notwithstanding." Then I said softly, "I'll be here for you, and we will keep seeing each other as frequently as possible. Don't you worry." He sighed and pressed his face on my chest, and we sobbed quietly for a while. Finally, gathering his wits, he said, "sorry for that, daddy. It was uncalled for."

"Nothing to be sorry for," I said. "It was beautiful to open our hearts that way."

"Let's go get breakfast and plan the day, shall we?" he said, already composed.

We went to the closet to pick our clothes. He put on the same cut-off jeans of the day before and on top dressed on a cutoff t-shirt that left his rift bare. I dressed on a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt. We then went for breakfast.

After breakfast, we dropped by the front desk telling the lady we would be leaving in about an hour. We then went to the normal pool for a couple of drinks and to see the ambiance.

There were few people this early. We sat on the bar and checked around. Several couples were laying around or sitting. In the pool there was an Asian girl doing a few laps on her own. She then got out of the pool and walked decidedly to us.

She couldn't be an inch above 4,7 and looked like 77 pounds at most. She was a delicate-looking porcelain doll with long black hair and deep black slanted eyes in a gorgeous smiling face. Her pointy nose rose above a set of bright red lips parted in a beautiful smile. Her red bikini did nothing to hide her charms and her chest, probably an A cup, barely filled her top. She had an incredibly narrow waist which widened to generous hips. It was a body built for breeding and sin. The lower half of her bikini sank demurely between the top of her milky thighs and continued in a pair of legs ending in small feet encased in cute leather sandals. She sat next to me, her flowery perfume reaching my nostrils and introduced herself.

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I'm Nangnoi."

"Indeed, you are, miss," I chuckled, startling her. "I'm Alex and this here is my beloved Bert."

"Do you understand Thai, Alex?" she asked looking surprised.

"Not really," I said," but I know a few words. If I'm not wrong, your name means 'little lady, doesn't it?

She laughed heartily and said, "It does! What a nice surprise to find someone that understand a little of my language!"

Bert was smirking at me as he asked, "So, miss Nangnoi," but she interrupted him. "Please, not miss. Just Nangnoi. Zero formality."

"OK," agreed Bert continuing, "So, Nangnoi, what brings you to Mykonos?"

"Vacation, rest, and the search of adventure away from home," she said with a twinkle of her eyes. Then she added, "If you don't mind my saying, your show at the nude pool two days ago is the talk of the resort. Are you two exclusively gay?"

Bert answered, "I'm gay," and pointing at me he added, "this lecher old man is bi."

Lowering her eyes she then said, "Would you think too badly for me if I invite you to my room one of these nights?" she murmured, "By the way, I'm traveling solo."

I was surprised and wanted to clarify, "Do you realize that this gorgeous man next to me is not interested in women? It's me the one you'll be interacting with."

"I know, Alex, I know, and believe it or not, I am willing. I'm very much into old men and your body hair looks delicious," adding, "but probably Bert here would not say no to a blowjob from me, would you?" she asked him directly, batting her eyes.

Bert laughed, "as long as I get to see you getting naughty with my bearman here, I would be more than willing."

"Great," she said. "I just checked in. Can we meet tonight for dinner, let's say at eight, and go from there?"

I was highly suspicious this was probably the trans girl that Bert had hired so I looked at him. Being so connected, he read my mind and smiling, said no with his head and said to Nangnoi, "it will be our honor, milady."

She then gave us each a peck on our lips and said goodbye. The barman had been listening and, approaching with a refill he said, "you lucky dogs! She just arrived and already has a herd of lecherous men following her around but she paid them no attention, and just like that she came to you and invited you to a threesome! I wish I had your luck!" he grabbed a bottle of beer and looking at us, said, "Cheers!"

Bert and I laughed and attacked our drinks. Bert asked me, "do you really thought she was the shemale I hired?" then he chuckled, "where do you think she could hide a cock in that tiny bikini?"

"I don't know, Bert," I answered, twinkling my eyes. "I'm no expert in the matter."

"Don't worry," he said adding lewdly, "she'll be here soon, and you will become an expert in no time."

We returned to the lobby and picked up the car. The ice was already in, and we drove leisurely back to Chora and parked close to the port authority. From there we walked a few blocks until we reached our destination. It was an art gallery called 'Rarity Gallery', that specialized in modern art which I was sure Bert would find interesting.

When we arrived, Bert looked at me unbelievingly and asked, "did you plan to bring me to an art gallery, daddy."

"Yes, son," I answered. "I wanted to see you in your element."

We entered the gallery, it was free of charge and we spend the next hour and a half roaming the halls, seeing all kind of stuff. There were pieces of well-known artist as well as some promising new talents. There were sculptures by Hanneke Beaumont, Marc Sijan and an incredible video sculpture by an artist that went only by 'Mark'. The unusual materials that Lionel Sabatté included in his pieces shone brightly in the well mounted exhibition of some of his works. Bert was bursting with enthusiasm, getting out of breath while going from one hall to the other, explaining me all he could about the different movements of modern art, extending himself on the different techniques showcased. He was in ninth heaven, and I felt as a proud parent. At the end of the visit there was a catalogue of pieces that were for sale. Bert told me he was going for a leak and, in an impulse I bought one of Sabatté's pieces and ordered it sent to Bert's address asking for it to arrive not before the 13th.

After the remarkable visit, we went to 'Lucky Fish', a restaurant sitting almost next door, for lunch. We sat at the table and shared a couple of beers waiting for the menu. Bert ordered a fresh salad with seafood followed by poached seabass. I went with a portion of fresh fish tartar marinated in yuzu, followed by catch of the day, which today was mediterranean sole fish. We ended with two deserts: a Bougatsa, which is made of crunchy fillo dough, cream flavored with Madagascar vanilla and cinnamon, and topped with vanilla ice cream; plus an Ekmek Kadaifi, a traditional creamy dessert in kadaifi pastry, filled with pistachio and accompanied with kaimaki ice cream. The sumptuous meal came down to 120 euros without tip that, after a heated discussion, I was forced to allow an irate Bert to pay for. We then walked the few blocks to the car and drove once more to the inside of the island.

This day we went to Ornos, about 2 miles south of Chora. It was a beautiful beach, a little crowded, with fine sand, azure waters, and sunbed plus umbrellas for rent. We picked a spot, pitched our umbrella and seats, and placed the icebox below. We ordered some beers that we put in the ice and, shedding our clothes for our swimming trunks, went into the water.

We spent a leisure afternoon switching between bathing and sitting in the chairs, sipping our beers and holding hands, or walking around the beach with our arms in our waists. After the gorgeous sunset, we dressed again, picked up our stuff and returned to the resort. We hadn't forgotten our date with Nangnoi.

AUGUST 5TH, NIGHT

We bathed rapidly and dressed casual. I went to the bathroom and took another Cialis® to ensure I would be up to tonight's challenge. At eight sharp we were standing outside the restaurant waiting for our guest. Soon she showed up. The subdued lights made her flawless skin shine charmingly. Her tiny frame was wrapped in a delicate long shirt that reached almost to her ankles, hugging her delicate figure in a cloth that sported an intricate design of red crisscrossing lines that ended in a horizontal band at the height of her knees. It opened on one side from the ankle to the knee. Above it she wore a baby blue lace shirt with long sleeves. Her face had almost no make-up and on top, her silky black hair was tied in a bun on her back with a cayenne flower adorning it. Her feet were clad in elegant, golden sandals. Suddenly we two felt utterly under dressed in our bermuda's and linen shirts.

"You look gorgeous, Nangnoi," I said sincerely and Bert just wolf whistled.

She smiled and, holding both our arms, one of us at each side of her, we walked to the dining room and sat at a secluded table. The waiter came over and left the menus after asking about drinks. Bert and I went with a glass of wine each and Nangnoi ordered a bottle of Satosiam, a delicious Thai rice wine similar to sake. We began our drinks waiting for the food.

"So," started Nangnoi, "you probably are wondering why I invited you two this morning."

"I won't lie, Nangnoi," I answered. "It seemed out of the blue, particularly after being common knowledge around the resort that Bert and I are here as a couple." I was feeling more and more comfortable each day saying that.

Bert added, "not that we're not honored by your request, but at least I, am quite curious."

"I can imagine," said the gorgeous lady. "Maybe I can explain a little."

The food had arrived, and we waited while the waiter put our plates in front of us. When he left, we started eating and Nangnoi started talking.

"I come from a very affluent and very traditional family," she started. "I'm the third and the only daughter. My parents always expected me to follow the traditional role imposed on me; learning house management skills, learning to cook, rise kids and in general, to be a demure housewife devoted to the husband they would pick for me."

I looked at her and said, "I understand, although I don't agree, but cultures are different."

"Indeed," she said. "I began to feel rebellious from an early age, 8 or 9, I think. By law, I had to attend school, and I was fascinated by science and history, and I wanted to continue my education which my father considered superfluous. This led to our first real discussion. My mother said nothing, as was expected. When I turned 16 and was finishing high school, I was determined to continue my education. In secret, I sent my grades to a public college because I knew my father would not support me, and I got a scholarship."

"I think that was a shock for him," said Bert.

"That's the understatement of the year," she said smiling. "My dad blew his fuses yelling at me and personally wrote the college authorities saying that he did not authorize me and that I was not going to attend. It seemed the end of my dreams and I locked myself in my room and cried for days."

She took some time to continue as she took a few sips of her Satosiam. Then she went on. "One month later I got a letter from the college. The director was not happy with me having presented myself hidden from my father's knowledge and said to me that they would not be able to take me under those circumstances. But in the final paragraph of the letter, he encouraged me to try again when I turned 18 and they would probably reconsider." A mischievous smile crossed her lips at this point.

"I waited and at 18 I reapplied and was again offered a scholarship, which I took. My father was furious, told me that he did not authorize that and that he will write again to demand me being refused entry. He did, and the letter he got almost killed him in rage. The college said that now, me being an adult, they could do nothing and that I won the scholarship fair and square. He then booted me out of the house and cut me off."

"I had now entered college but had no place to live. A widow aunt heard of my problem and offered to take me in while I studied. I left for her house and started college. After finishing I entered university and graduated with a degree in computing sciences and a minor in history of science."

"So, you managed to accomplish your dream, Nangnoi," I said. "Good for you."

"All was not done yet, though," she said. "When I started applying for job openings, not a single company returned my letters. I was surprised. My grades were in the top 3% of my class and I had done some internships very successfully and had good referral letters from them. Eventually my aunt told me that not one of those companies wanted to make an enemy of my dad. He's a powerful business mogul in my home country, he is."

"Then what did you do?" asked Bert.

"I applied to one of his most acrimonious business rivals and he hired me on the spot," she said again with that mischievous smile. "I started working for him and in five years, I was heading the software development department and making quite a good salary. I haven't seen my father since I began to work there." She then added, "my boss said that he didn't hire me to spite my father. He did because he expected me to be a chip of the old block and that I had fulfilled all his expectations."

"So," she continued. "There I was, independent, successful, well paid, and with nothing else to boast. No personal life, no romance prospects, nothing of that. Again, my falling out with my family made me ineligible to the best families of the city."

We were almost done with dinner and the waiter returned to refill our drinks and to offer dessert. I glanced at my two companions, and they agreed. When the waiter brought the desserts, Nangnoi continued.

"I started dating, but I was utterly unexperienced," she said. "On my first date, the man kissed me, groped my tits and wanted to drag me to his apartment. I slapped his face and left. The second one was more or less the same. It wasn't until my fifth attempt that I found a man that was interesting, attentive, romantic and sweet. He was in his late 30's and I had just turned 25 and I felt the time had come. I sent all the signals I could think of, and he understood them. After dinner we went to a hotel, and he took my virginity that night. He was so soft and tender that it didn't hurt. I only felt pleasure from the first kiss until I left in the morning, tangled hair, gaping pussy and an expression of having been well fucked. I had never thought that sex was such a delightful activity. Right then and there I decided not to see him again. I realized I didn't want exclusivity. I had discovered a very fulfilling hobby which I planned to excel at."

After taking a spoonful of ice cream, she seductively licked the spoon and continued, "I became a little obsessed. If I didn't get my rocks off at least once a week, I would become moody and that affected my job performance. I decided to join a website for singles and began to have sex regularly with a string of men of all ages and physical persuasions. It was not romance. It was not making love. It was just sex for the sake of it. It didn't take long for me to learn how to give oral, and how to do and enjoy deep throating. I learned how to enjoy anal sex as well. And here I am now, two years later, turned into a successful businesswoman, and a secret slut in my private life. I wanted to give myself a full week far from the office to indulge in my sexuality as fully as possible." She seemed to be lost in thought and then added, "but Bert, something I learned during this, let's call it learning period, was that the best fucks I got were usually with older guys, hence me inviting you two. I thank you for agreeing to share your daddybear with me."

If I said that the last part of the story didn't turn me on, I would be lying. I was sitting there with a hardon pressing my shorts and I think my expression showed my arousal. I have been told several times that I would make a terrible poker player.

"Shall we go then," she asked with a fake innocence.

"Lead the way," said Bert. "We'll be right behind you."

We stood from the table. I didn't bother to hide my hardon and she quickly saw it. She bit her lower lip seductively, approaching me and, looking at Bert as if asking for permission (which he gave), she hugged me, pressed her lithe body against mine and kissed me. It was the kiss of a woman in heat, ready and horny. She was obviously willing and wanting it. While pressing her taut abdomen against my belly and hardon she murmured, "I want your cock fucking me from behind and Bert's buried in my mouth if he agrees."

We left the restaurant, once more with her walking between us and her arms grabbing each one of ours, and guided us to her room.

She opened the door and let us in. It was very similar to our room. The living room was furnished almost identically. In the table there was a tray with a bottle of scotch, a bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, several bottles of coke, soda and tonic water and a plate with several lemon wedges. Three glasses were set next to it. She opened the door and walked us to the bedroom. It was a carbon copy of ours. The bathroom also boasted same arrangement.

We returned to the living room, and she said. "I think we are overdressed, don't you agree?" and with a smooth movement, she let her gorgeous dress fall to the floor and stood there, completely naked.

Her breasts were small, as I guessed, no more than an A cup, with brown areolas and a pair of nipples already standing at attention. Her white skin was flawless. Her flat belly curved demurely to her nether regions adorned with a black bush hinting at the treasures it hid. Her slim arms went to her head, and her legs crossed a little. It was obvious that she knew she was gorgeous and enjoyed exhibiting herself. She turned around showing off her bubble butt. It was small but perfectly rounded, firm and inviting. Her legs ended in a pair of very delicate feet, small as her frame, still clad in her golden sandals. In a fluid movement she took two steps and walked out of them.

She stood there as if waiting for us. Bert was the first. He pulled his shirt, showing the familiar dark skinned smooth body of his and then pulled the shorts down. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock was at half-mast and Nangnoi seemed to devour his bush and his weapon.

I followed suit and was soon naked, sporting an erection that did justice to Nangnoi's charms. Looking at me, she kneeled in front of Bert and gazed at him inquiringly. Bert approached her holding his cock in one hand and pointed it at her mouth.

Nangnoi kissed his tip and then opened her ruby lips and took him in. She seemed to swallow him completely and appeared to be willing to take in his balls as well. Without looking at me, she called me with her finger, and I approached. She grabbed me and began to jerk me while she sucked at Bert with abandon.

I was thinking that maybe I should try to make Bert hard, but he responded to her attentions and soon was fully erect. The young nymphette turned her attentions to me and began to give me a fantastic blowjob. Bert sat on the bed looking at the show while slowly jerking his organ, now fully hard and tempting. Nangnoi was taking me in fully and I had to pull out to avoid cumming too soon.

"She's a great cocksucker, daddy," said Bert falling in our role playing probably for her benefit. Nangnoi smiled and, laying on the bed, invited us to join her.

I kneeled in front of her open legs. Her bush was not trimmed, and her pussy was wet, red, dilated and pulsating surrounded by a wild mat of black hairs. It was fragrant, with a wild, musky and delicious odor. I applied myself to a tasty session of pussy-eating. Her pussy was slick with her salty juices and her flavor was intense and womanly. Her nether lips were parted, and her pussy was pulsating with desire, the mucosa deep red and her clit standing at attention, begging for a suck. She turned partially and took Bert's cock in her tiny hands, only to begin another blowjob on him. My cock was feeling kind of lonely but soon it was engulfed in a warm, moist cavity and I knew Bert was giving me one of his fantastic blowjobs.

We continued the chain for what seemed a long time. Nangnoi's pussy was now leaking profusely as I drank her nectar with unstoppable licks. I was madly kissing and sucking her clit as she bucked her hips pressing her sex on my face. Her pubic hairs tangled with my tongue and teeth in a lascivious way. At the same time, Bert's sucking me was having the usual effect. "Don't make me cum too soon, sonny," I said. "I want to sample her."

"I'm curious to watch this," said the suddenly wanton girl. She drew herself apart from me and released Bert's cock, sitting back to watch. I obliged and soon had Bert's delicious weapon buried to the hilt on my mouth as my cheeks contracted giving him the best blowjob I could do. Nangnoi was laying on her back, her upper torso elevated by two pillows. Her legs were widely open exposing her sex unashamedly as she fingered herself watching our show. "This is so hot, studs," she mumbled. "Go on, suck those cocks."

It was so hot hearing those lewd words from her elegant face. We applied to each other with gusto until she interrupted us again.

"Come Alex," she said. "Fuck me already."

She turned her back at me showing off her holes pulsating in anticipation. I aimed my hard and slobbered cock at her pussy and buried myself to the cods, slowly, savoring the sensation. Bert kneeled on her other end, and we start a spit-roast with the gorgeous Thai girl rocking back-and-forth, moaning loudly. I put my hand in her insanely narrow hips and grabbed hard. My fingers met over her lower belly completely surrounding her lithe body

Her pussy was exquisitely tight, warm and wet; and her muscles were contracting in a very stimulating ballet over my invading organ. I started to fuck that tight Asian pussy with all my strength, and she moved against me deepening each penetration as her grunts reached our ears. I had never felt my cock mashing a woman's cervix but her petite frame made it possible and I was enthralled.

"UNGHHHHHHHH!" she repeated once and again.

Our lustful dance was becoming more urgent. I could see Bert actively fucking her throat holding her head in his hands as his head turned upwards with eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss painted on it. Seeing my dear twink so aroused was having an undeniable effect in me and I turned my deep, slow movements into rough, almost violent fucking.

Nangnoi took it like a champ and began to clench her muscles as her orgasm approached her. She released Bert's cock without stopping her hands jerking him and moaned, "YESSSSS, FUCK ME HARD! RAM THAT OLD COCK DEEP INSIDE ME!" We hadn't spoken about condoms, and I realized I was fucking her raw, but I had no control over me to stop.

Trying to think about pulling out I yelled, "I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"

"FILL ME, STUD," she yelled. "FILL MEEEEEEEE!, AAAAAARGHHHH! CUMMMMMINGGGG!" and convulsions began to rock her tiny frame. I could see her pussy and ass clenching and draining me as I poured a large load in strong spurts deep in her twitching canal. My orgasm was intense, long, and delirious.

When I was coming down, I saw Nangnoi was back at sucking Bert. I saw his face contorted in an expression that was already familiar to me, and I knew. He was about to cum in a girl's mouth. "URGGGHHHH! AAAAHHH!" he groaned as his spunk flooded her mouth. Nangnoi kept on sucking greedily, draining him completely.

We all fell on her bed panting. She released Bert's cock, and I could see her face flushed, her eyes shining with an animal lust, and her mouth parted with her ruby lips stained with cum. I grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, tasting my twink's cum in her and sucking on the remnants until her lips and face were clean.

She scooted next to us, passing an arm over each other and said. "That was incredible, guys," she said, still panting a little. And then she added, "I can't wait to see you fucking each other."

I laughed and said, "I need some time to recover but we'll be glad to oblige, wont we?" looking at Bert. He had his eyes closed, his cock was twitching at half mast, the head bare and deep red, and some cum still dripping onto the sheets. He only nodded, opening his eyes and looking at me with his maddening, lewd smile parting his luscious lips.

"What about both of us going down on him to bring him back to life?" she asked Bert.

Without a word, he approached my almost limp cock and held it tenderly in his hand. She took the other side, and they began the most erotic double blow-job I had ever gotten. Mirroring the experience I had the night before, each one licked my shaft on either side and in opposite directions. When one reached the head and sucked it softly, the other reached my sac and nibbled on it. The sensations were accumulating and, aided by Mr. Cialis®, I was soon regaining my hardness. After a short while I was again at full mast.

"Alex," murmured Nangnoi, "let Bert fuck you and I'll be sucking you off."

With that, she laid on the bed and I laid on top of her in a 69 position. She grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to show Bert the target. Bert pressed his steel-hard cock in my ass and, pushing decidedly, popped his head in my chute following by his entire length buried deep in my ass. Nangnoi's eyes were glued as my ass dilated receiving the welcome invasion and continued with a fantastic blowjob.

I applied myself to her cunt. It was a novelty for me. Eating a delicious pussy while my beloved twink was ravaging my ass. I felt I was in cloud nine.

Nangnoi was once again leaking profusely as I kissed all over the place. Her pubic hair tangled again with my teeth, which was of no concern for me. I sucked her clit and tongued it rapidly while my hands approached, and I sank two fingers in her open and pulsating pussy. As I began to finger her, she moaned around my cock and began to buckle her hips.

Bert was fucking me roughly making me send glob after glob of precum down Nangnoi's thirsty throat as she continued to blow me. I pressed her G-Spot and, releasing my cock, she yelled, "AAAAAARGH!, CUMMMMMMING AGAIN!". A large orgasm wrecked her senses, and she managed to squirt a little on my mouth. It was thick, salty and covered my lips and tongue. Berts grunts were reaching a high pitch, and I knew what was about to happen.

"FILL MY ASS, SON," I yelled. "PAINT ME WHITE INSIDE," more for Nangnoi's benefit. I wasn't close to orgasm.

Bert buried his cock on me as it swelled and soon was spraying his cum inside me, with some of it leaking over my balls to be rapidly licked by the Asian wench. When Bert unsheathed, she took his cock, still almost fully hard, and sucked it clean. We then separated and sat on the bed.

I was at full mast, my cock shiny with Nangnoi's saliva, she was still trembling a little and Bert's cock was clean but still completely hard. I asked my companions if they wanted a drink and went to the living room to fetch them. I could feel my ass still gaping and cum leaking down my legs.

When I returned, they were sitting in the two chairs. I put the drinks there and Nangnoi made me turn. She then applied her mouth to my ass and gave me a glorious rimming.

"Didn't you come, stud," she asked.

"No, sorry," I answered.

"Don't be!", she said enthusiastically. "Bert's still hard!" and turning to him she asked. "Do you think you can fuck my ass?"

Bert answered with a smile, "It would be an honor, ma'am."

She laughed and said, "then let's end this with a double penetration," she said surprising us both. "I'll ride Alex, and you fuck my ass. Deal?"

Looking at each other, we agreed. I grabbed her tiny body, throwing it on one shoulder with her head to my back; and holding her by her bottom, walked the few steps to the bed. Bert followed us.

I laid on my back, my cock having not lost any of its hardness. She straddled me and sank her body on my pole, filling her pussy to the brim. Bert kneeled on her back, and I could feel his rod entering her ass through the thin membrane that separated both canals.

Nangnoi seemed to be crazy with lust and soon began to ride me while impaling her ass on Bert's delicious cock. Her head turned from side to side as her back arched in intense pleasure. Her nether muscles were massaging our cocks and, at least in my case, were well on their way to making me cum.

"UNGHHHHH! FUCK MY HOLES, STUDS!" she was yelling. We continued our concerted actions as a rising wave of pleasure began to cloud Nangnoi's senses. When the wave crashed on her, she grunted clenching our cocks and yelled at the top of her lungs. "AAAAAAARGHHHHH! UNGHHHHHH! CUMMINGGG!" Her contractions send me over the edge. My cock swelled and twitched and, in a series of strong and wild contractions, I emptied my balls in the depth of her love canal, drenching her cervix. Unbelievably, as I was finishing, I could feel Bert's cock also swelling and twitching followed by his contractions as he unloaded in her bowels. That guy really had stamina.

Nangnoi unmounted me and laid on her belly. Both her holes were gaping, and I began to suck them gently cleaning our cum from her lower body. She purred a little and turning, laid on her back contemplating us.

"This has been memorable, studs," she said sounding satisfied. "I had never thought of doing something like this."

Bert laid next to her and, always the gentleman, said, "you are out of this world, pretty lady. It was my immense pleasure to share this incredible session."

It was nearly 1:00 am and we decided to leave. After another round of drinks in the living room, we both kissed her and said our goodbyes.

"Hope to see you around, studs," she said and added, handing us a business card, "if you're ever in Bangkok don't hesitate to contact me."

We put on our briefs and, hand in hand, went to our room. On arrival we went to the shower and then laid on the bed.

"That was hot, Alex," said Bert. "That girl is really sexy."

"She is indeed," I said yawning. "Hope you didn't feel jealous, Bert. I really enjoyed fucking her."

"It showed!" he laughed. "And no jealousy, don't worry. We still have a couple more crazy things to do, remember?"

He then hugged me and kissed me softly on my lips. He chuckled a little and said, "you have some hair in your mouth, dad," Pulling the hairs off his tongue, he turned away from me spooning my body. I hugged him, kissed his head and went to sleep.

AUGUST 6TH, MORNING

For once, I woke up after sunrise. Slivers of bright sunlight were filtering through the cracks of the black-out curtains that we didn't bother to close fully. I felt some movements on my side and turning, I saw Bert busy with his tablet.

"Work?" I asked.

"No, daddy," he responded, "just adding a new entry to my dairy."

It was so cute, my beloved Latin twink keeping a dairy, that I couldn't avoid a smile. "A dairy? About what?" I asked.

"About this trip, daddy," he said seriously. "I am registering everything, so I don't forget it later."

"Everything? Absolutely everything?" I asked with a knowing smile.

"Everything, daddy," he answered me, returning my smile. "Even the naughtiest things in as much detail I can recall." Then he added more seriously. "Also, all the non-naughty things we have shared, all you have taught me, all you have given me."

I was touched and hugged him closely. "I hope I get to read that, sonny, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, daddy. It's for the two of us. I'll send you a copy when we return," he said.

We sat at the living room, of course naked, and stayed chatting for a while and I thought, "what the heck, we're on vacation," and poured us a couple of drinks. Bert chuckled getting his vodka on the rocks and I took a scotch straight. We sipped at our drinks, talking some more but then the pangs of hunger made themselves heard and we dressed and went for breakfast. On the way to the restaurant, Bert stopped by the front desk and informed the girl we would be leaving in about half an hour.

We picked a table close to the windows. The sky was crystal clear, without a single cloud on sight, with that intense shade of blue people often associate with the Greek islands. The beach was visible from here and some guests were already there. The sun shimmered in the quiet, azure waters giving us a gorgeous backdrop.

We finished our breakfast and stayed there sharing two cups of strong coffee. Bert asked, "Where are we going today?"

"I dunno, kid," I answered. "Do you have any ideas?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," he said. "I want to go to Ornos Beach again. It is gorgeous. Wanna go there?"

"Sure," I said and continued sipping my coffee. After we were done, we went to the parking lot.

"Wanna drive?" I asked.

"Sure!" he answered adding, "but no shift-stick handling while I drive, ok?"

I roared with laughter and promised to behave.

We exited the resort and traveled south towards Glastros and then east to a small isthmus that separated the main portion of the island from two peninsulas pointing in separate directions. Ornos was located in the south of the isthmus.

It is a gorgeous beach, with coarse white sand and shallow, blue waters. Nearby it was peppered with bars, restaurants and cafés and in the west side, several white villas shone under the bright sun. We were lucky enough to find a spot available and rented chairs and an umbrella. We brought out our reliable icebox and filled it with beers, juices and water. We then settled in to enjoy.

The sun was bright, there was a soft breeze, and the world looked completely all right. We stood up to remove our clothes. That morning, I chose a new pair of swimming trunks, bright red, with a bikini-like back and a pouch comfortably holding my cock. Nobody that saw me clad in that swimsuit would ever doubt that I was a gay old man. Bert had chosen a pink brief-like swimsuit, with a very tight back holding his gorgeous butt and his cock filling nicely the pouch in the front. We went to the water and dove in.

The sea wasn't very deep, and the water was calm, crystal clear and delicious. We waddled for a while and returned to our seats to sip some beer. The beach around us was quite crowded. Bert took my hand and asked, "How about roaming around to see if we find another beach?"

"You're the driver, darling," I answered and began to pick-up our stuff.

We took the car and Bert drove around aimlessly. We stopped a lot of times for photographs, sightseeing or just sitting in the bonnet sharing a beer. Eventually we arrived at Agios Soti, a gorgeous beach in the north side of the island.

"Here we are, dad," said Bert enthusiastically. "I read it's a great spot for skinny-dipping."

The beach was beautiful. A strip of white sand facing a small bay of intensely blue waters. Very few people were scattered around, in their own chairs, all couples, and all minding their own business. Some gay and lesbian couples walked around hand in hand, the girls going topless. We set camp, took another beer and sat to drink in the landscape.

Very soon Bert was grabbing my hand and saying, "Let's go, daddy," pulling me to the sea. We entered the sea and walked to the deepest area of the beach. There, Bert approached me and, hugging me tightly, gave me a very heated tongue-kiss that was responded with the same urgency. We embraced the moment and grabbed each other's asses as our tongues were dancing the cha-cha with the water up to our chests. Bert moaned in my mouth as we separated, looking in each-other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. He then slowly put his hand inside my briefs and began to stroke me, pulling my foreskin fully and getting my cock even harder if that was possible.

"Careful, sonny," I gasped.

"Don't worry, daddy," he murmured. "I'll give you plenty of time to soften before we're out of the water."

I lowered my hand and put it inside his trunks. He was hard as steel, and very hot at my touch. I began to rub him, also pulling his foreskin to its limit while he groaned in my mouth.

Out of the side of my eye I saw a couple of men to our right, around 6 meters away from us, looking intently. "Bert, those guys are watching," I murmured. Bert didn't answer, instead kept on kissing my face, my chin, and caressing my back with his free hand while the other continued with the fantastic handjob he was expertly giving me. I risked another glance to the guys and found them in a very intense session of kissing and groping so I became less concerned.

Bert's cock was twitching in my hand as I continued the intense handjob. "Let's see who loses, dad," murmured Bert and started to jerk me faster and harder.

I took the challenge and, lowering my free hand which had been roaming the back of his delicious body, put it inside the back of his brief to massage his globes. He moaned in my mouth as my finger slid down his crack.

When my finger reached his asshole, he suddenly gasped and when I inserted it deeply and began finger fucking his chute he groaned. His cock swelled and that was it for him. I could feel his contractions as his dick became harder and hotter. Soon he was releasing thick ropes of cum into the sea, splashing my lower belly as he groaned and buckled in pleasure. I intensified my jerking and fingering until his legs became rubber and he panted. "Cheater."

He hadn't stopped with me and, to be honest, I had almost lost the competition so in a few more seconds I pressed myself against him and came very hard, shooting my load in the sea and also drenching his taut body. As we stood regaining our breath, Bert pointed to my right. The couple had left and were walking to the beach hand-in hand. They were in their early thirties, hard and muscled bodies shimmering under the sun. The one on the left was a black guy, about 6.4 tall and 221 pounds. Not an ounce of fat appeared marred his body. He had his groin wrapped with a very tight black swim trunk which outlined a large weapon straining to escape. The other was a redhead guy, about 5.8 and 209 pounds, also without an evident ounce of fat. He was wearing a pair of bright red briefs that showed off his body with an inviting large bulge in the front. They sat in their chairs, conveniently next to ours as we approached.

When we sat, the black guy asked, "English?"

Bert nodded.

"Hi, I'm Michael, 32, from New Jersey and this here is my new friend, Teàrlach, 30, from Kilmarnock, East Ayrshire, Scotland."

Teàrlach laughed saying, "you're amazing. What a great memory."

We laughed with them and Bert introduced ourselves. "I'm Bert, 21, latino twink, and this here is Alex, 60, my very own, dear daddy-bear."

"Known each other for long?" I asked them.

"God gracious, no," answered the Scot with a delicious brogue. "We met two days ago at the airport in Athens as we were preparing to board the flight here. We hit it off and decided to enjoy the island together."

"I just had a bad breakup," said Michael. "It's not good getting home and finding my boyfriend with his ass full of landlord's cock. I mean, if he wanted it, we could have had a threesome but not telling me... So, I kicked him out, booked a ticket to the first destination that came from a random search and found myself here."

"What about you, T. Do you mind if I call you T? Your name is not easy. Sorry," said Bert.

Teàrlach laughed heartily. His voice was deep, and the Scottish brogue was fun to listen and sexy. "Not at all, Bert. To answer your question, I'm in a stable relationship with a 55-year-old, wonderful man; but sometimes he misses pussy. So, a few times a year we travel solo to fulfill our fantasies. He goes chasing young, pussy and I go chasing big black cocks. It actually reinforces our relationship when we return and regale each other with our lewd tales."

I looked at Bert with a significant look and let him speak.

Bert said, "we met a few months ago. Alex was in a business convention in my city, and I was in a bar having a couple of drinks after school. He entered and sat next to me in the bar, and we started to talk. One thing led to another and the next I knew, I was in his room with his cock balls deep in my ass having the time of my life," he said looking dreamily at me. "We live in separate countries and this lecher of an old man is bi. So, we live our lives in our separate ways, he gets all the pussy he can manage and I fuck and get fucked as frequently as my studies allow; but we keep in touch and he invited me to spend a few days here. So here we are, in our second escapade."

"How romantic, Bert," said the Scot. "And how is it between the two of you?"

I took the chance to answer and said, "Bert here is the sweetest person I've met. He's kind, intelligent, great conversationalist, with a tight ass and a nice hard cock. But more importantly, he stole my heart and now owns it for better or worse. We're in a March-December romantic open relationship."

Bert added, "he's what my life needed to keep on a stable keel. I cannot imagine existing without knowing he's just a phone call or an email away. These days have been the crowning of my life. I don't know what the future holds, but the present is beautiful enough for me."

"WOW, guys," said Michael. "You sure got the full package, the both of you. I love it." He then directed to me, "are you always top?"

"Not at all, Michael," I answered to which he interrupted me, "Oh, for Christ's sake. Just call me Mike."

"OK, Mike," I said. "To answer your question, no. We both are versatile. I fill his tight ass every time I can, and he fucks me silly every time he wants."

"Nice," said Mike. "Where are you staying?"

I named our resort and told them that we got a car from them and were roaming the island all around. Mike and Teàrlach looked at each other and the Scot said, "well, if you two want to be naughty, we're staying at that villa at the end of the beach. Feel free to drop by anytime you want. We don't move around a lot. We're either around here eating or at the villa fucking in every room we can."

We chatted for a little while more and decided to go for lunch. Mike recommended a spot nearby and I asked them if they wanted to join us, but he answered. "I don't think so. I'm rock hard and I can smell a hungry ass around me and it's neither of yours." Saying that he looked at the Scot with lewd eyes and they both left to their villa.

We went to the restaurant they recommended. It was a small tavern called 'Pelao Tavern' where we had a delicious meal of octopus, shrimp, squid and French fries. After the meal, we sat at the Malecon watching the sea. It was already 14:00 h.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked Bert.

"I want to go to that villa, daddy," he said filled with lust. "I want to suck them both as you ram my ass from behind."

"Your wishes are my command, sonny," I answered. We picked the car and drove to the last villa on the north side of the beach.

Bert pressed the buzzer, and a voice answered. "Yes?"

"Mike, is that you?" asked Bert.

"Yes," he said. "Who is it?"

"It's us, Bert and Alex," he answered. "We decided to take on your kind invitation."

No answer came from the speaker but the high, wrought iron gates opened slowly, and we drove to the inside, parking in front of the main door. When we stepped down from the car, the double door opened and Mike stood there, naked, with a big, hard, black cock, shiny and moist, pointing to the sky.

"This is gonna be interesting," I thought and walked with Bert, holding waists, into the house.

AUGUST 6TH, AFTERNOON

We followed Mike inside. He walked ahead of us. His muscular back shiny and his buttocks looking hard and round. He guided us to the living room. It was a huge room, with raw, red tiles in the floor. A large, fluffy white area rug sat in the center with two sofas arranged around a small coffee table. The sofas were also white, and the coffee table had a bottle of gin, a bucket of ice and two glasses. The walls were white. A large cabinet on the left held a huge plasma tv, a modern set of speakers and plenty of books and cd's. The room opened to the outside through a magnificent glass door showing a manicured lawn and a large, infinity swimming pool. In the distance, the beach extended to the farthest rocky hill.

Pointing to the sofas, Mike said, "let me grab two more glasses. I'll be back soon."

"T was sitting in one of the sofas, also completely naked. His body was hairless except for a fiery red bush surrounding his shaved cock. It looked at least 9 inches long and its girth was a little intimidating. "These are the big leagues, Alex," I said to myself. The Scot was leisurely jerking his cock as he welcomed us.

"Welcome to the little nest of sin, friends, where everything happens and nothing leaves its walls." He said smirking. "Aren't you a little overdressed?"

Smiling, we shed our swimsuits and sat in the other sofa. Bert was already completely erect, his head leaking on his sac. I was rapidly getting there with the lascivious show in front of me.

Mike returned with two glasses and asked, "Something to drink?"

Bert looked at me questioningly and, guessing what he was thinking, I nodded. He said to Mike, "from here I see the siphon holding what I want to drink," and walking towards him, he kneeled, grabbing his huge weapon and began licking it. Soon he had the shaft in his mouth, going at it as if his life depended on it. In a short time, Bert was deep throating that monster and moaning loudly as his hand jerked furiously at his own shaft.

T was looking intently at me and approached. Kneeling in front of me and grabbing my cock, he asked, "may I?"

I nodded and he took me in his mouth. It was hot, wet and his tongue immediately started doing gymnastics on my pole. Soon he was deep throating me as his fingers caressed my sac and grazed my asshole. I grunted, "can we 69?".

He smiled, released my cock and laid on the lush white rug. I laid on top of him and he immediately took me back in his mouth. I gazed at his very erect organ. It was longer and thicker than Bert's or mine, with a purplish head, lubricated with abundant precum. I lowered my mouth and touched the tip with my lips and tongue. He tasted salty, musky, and sweet. Opening my mouth, I lowered my head and took him in.

My tongue began licking and twisting around his meat as it entered my mouth, and I pressed forward trying to get as much as possible inside. He continued lavishing me with a professional-level blowjob until my bush was firmly pressed against his nose. I tried to follow suit and slowly, veeeeery slowly, managed to get him completely in. My nose was now resting against his fiery red bush. It was sweaty, gleaming in precum. My hands were now pressing his balls, splitting the scrotum with one finger as I introduced my other index in his tight chute. He groaned and went faster on my cock.

I had started a steady in-out movement from my mouth. I would swallow him completely and then pull him out until a strip of saliva joined my lips with his glans, licking it and swallowing once more sucking deeply. He moaned and began to buckle his hips. I released his cock and allowed him to fuck my mouth as he wished. At the same time, I began to pound his throat with all I had.

Through the side of my eyes, I could see Mike and Bert also in 69, sucking each other as if there was no tomorrow. I was feeling my orgasm approaching thunderously in the fringes of my senses and increased my tempo. I wanted him to fill my mouth as I came. Teàrlach movements became more frantic, less coordinated as he groaned deeply pushing his cock inside my throat. Too soon, his cock swelled and as he spurted his load inside my mouth, I likewise filled his throat with my spunk. He came copiously, with globs of semen escaping my mouth and running down my chin to my chest. He continued to swallow until I was dry. We separated and sat to see the other two.

Mike and Bert had released each other, and the black guy was kneeling with his ass pointing at Bert. My lovely twink grabbed his cock and pushed rudely inside the big guy's ass and began to stroke his large cock simultaneously with his fucking. The sight of his black monster being jerked by Bart's young hand was very stimulating and, thanks to Mr. Cialis, my cock was rapidly going from half-mast to full hard. I began to jerk myself as I glimpsed the Scot doing likewise next to me.

"You seemed to have recovered nicely, Alex," he said invitingly. "What do you say, your place or mine?" spreading his ass cheeks exposing his pulsating anus. I turned my back to him, and spreading my cheeks in my turn, whispered, "mine."

Bert was savagely fucking Mike, the BBC swollen with a dark purple head shining with precum. I crawled the few feet separating us and took him in my mouth. At the same time, I felt something pressing against my ass and trying my best to relax it, I felt suddenly as if a bus was attempting to park in there. It felt like I was losing my ass cherry for the second time. Grunting with pleasure around Mike's monster I pushed back and buried the redhead's cock deep inside in a single movement.

Teàrlach began to fuck me in earnest as I tried to stuff my mouth with as much BBC I could. He was already in my throat but still a few inches remained outside. I was jerking him with one hand as the other was in his bag, grabbing Bert's sac which was tightly pressed at the base of his cock. I knew what that meant. Bert was about to cum and, truly enough, I felt his perineum contracting and a large spurt of cum was put as deep as he could reach inside the black man's ass.

Mike groaned with the flood he was getting and began to frantically fuck my mouth. It was all I could do not to choke, and I continued to frig his pole as I sucked it. In a few more minutes he pushed deeper, and I could feel his cock jerking and depositing a large load in my throat. It was so much, that it leaked out, dribbling in my chin and mixing with the Scot's cum. As I was swallowing, another, unexpected orgasm, took grip of me and I began to convulse wildly, my sphincter contracting spasmodically around the large invader and sending hot spurts of cum all over the fluffy rug. I had to release his cock from my mouth and, riding the wave, I yelled "YESSSSSSS, FUCK MEEEEE!"

Teàrlach was saying, "Cumming!" to which I answered, "DON'T PULL OUT, SCOT BOY, FILL ME UP!" Bert was looking at me with lewd eyes and came closer offering me his mouth. I kissed him hungrily, as we swapped cum between our mouths. Teàrlach's cock kept on twitching inside me pouring a large load in my poop-chute.

Eventually we calmed down enough to be able to talk a little.

"Sorry for the cum stain in the rug, fellas," I said. "I can order a cleaner, so you don't have problems with the rental company."

"Who said anything about rental company?" said Teàrlach smirking. "This villa is mine. Don't worry."

"Yours?" asked Bert.

"Yeah," interjected Mike. "It's his. He insisted I cancel my reservation and stay here." He added between pants.

Teàrlach looked at us and said, "yeah, sorry. I'm loaded, what can I say?"

Bert answered, "if you have it, enjoy it."

My ass burned and my cock was sore, but I felt as aroused as on arrival even though my cock was now nearly flaccid. I wanted to go on, if Bert wanted as well.

"Care for some refreshments?" asked Mike. And without waiting for an answer, walked to the kitchen. His 6.4 frame covered in sweat and his ass leaking cum all over the floor. He returned with a platter of cheeses, cold cuts, and toast, together with four beer bottles. It was nothing for those huge hands to hold.

T walked us to the pool, and we sat in the hot tub with the water up to our chests and the platter nearby. It wasn't even 16:00 pm and we chatted lewdly for a while. The two grownups regaled us with their wild stories, both before and after they met, and Bert mentioned what we had been up to since arriving. T was intrigued by the story with Nangnoi, whose name Bert discretely kept out. I was rapidly becoming hard, due to the lustful conversation, the enticing image of these three guys and, let's face it, the help of Mr. Cialis. In no time I was raging hard, and to my own astonishment, was longing for Mike's monster to complete my defloration. Bert seemed to read my mind because he asked. "Thinking on riding this monster, dad?"

"You bet, sonny," I answered, and added, "as long as Mike and T are game."

Mike stood up. His massive frame dripping water all over the jacuzzi, his rippling muscles showing off and his huge pole hard and ready. "I'm game."

"I've never taken something so massive, but I want to try," I said. "Don't be too rough, please."

We entered the house, and T guided us to a bedroom. It was gigantic with a circular bed of around 6 feet in diameter in the center, covered in imitation animal skin; a large mirror in the ceiling above it and all the walls, except the windowed one, were covered in mirrors as well.

"This is the sin center, fellas," said Lab. "Here we can see all the action without a problem."

Bert came to me and asked, "want me to prepare your ass with my cock?" He was, as expected, rock hard.

"That's great," said the redhead. "prepare him while he fucks me."

Mike asked, "what am I supposed to be doing meanwhile?"

"You'll be kneeling in front of me while I feast on that delicious meat of yours." answered T.

Bert whispered in my ears, "I'll fuck you and I'll cum inside before he gets in, OK?"

I smiled at his lewd suggestion and nodded. "I know how to speed that up."

T set himself in four in front of me and I rapidly rammed his ass. It was compliant and took my invasion without a hitch. It was also very hot and unexpectedly tight, tightness that he increased easily clenching his muscles. I remained quiet while Bert got into position and entered my ass slowly but unstoppably until he was buried to the cods. Then, grabbing my hips, he began to pull and push me just as I did with our German friend before. Soon I was being fucked and was fucking at the same time. Lab's ass was deliciously tight and felt wonderful. Bert's cock was hot and hard as it seesawed my now well-trained chute. His undercock pressed my prostate in every entrance sending shivers down my spine and making me release lots of precum in the Scottish ass I was fucking.

Mike approached Lab's face with his portentous dick aiming at his mouth and the redhead swallowed easily to the cods. With him airtighted, the four of us began a complex dance of fucking and sucking marked by moans, groans, and dirty talk. Several minutes later I felt Bert increasing his tempo and decided to help him out. Rhythmically clenching my sphincter, He went over the edge as I knew he would and, with a deep grunt, filled my ass with a large load. T was expertly keeping Mike on edge when Bert said, "he's ready, Mike. Come on over."

Mike took his monster out of the Scottish's mouth and crawled around, his cock bumping my body a few times and accommodated himself behind me. With no time to spare, I felt his cockhead pressing on my ass which could do nothing else than give in. His head popped inside, dilating me to the point of pain which didn't stop him. Mike continued pushing in until I felt his lower belly firmly pressed in my buttocks. Looking around, I couldn't see Bert anywhere and I began to worry but he soon came with his cell on his hand. As Mike began to slowly fuck my tortured ass, he kneeled behind us and started making a video. I felt filled to burst, my ass was burning and hurting, feeling like it would soon rip apart. My muscles seemed to be extended to the limit. It was very painful, it was rough torture, it was delicious, and I was well on my way to a gigantic orgasm.

Mike was already on edge when he entered me and soon appeared to lose control. With increased tempo he was exploring areas of my inner anatomy never explored before as his cock painfully but deliciously distended my ass to the limit. It soon swelled alarmingly and with a grunt, his contractions shot a very large load in my innards, while he kept it deep inside me. His cock, twitching over my prostate was the last straw and I unashamedly brayed like a donkey yelling "FFFFFFFFUCK! IT'S TOO BIG! FILL MEEEEEEEEE!"

I was rocking back and forth completely out of control as Mike continued to cum for what seemed minutes but was probably a few seconds. My muscles were convulsing strongly as all my nerves seemed to fire at once. After about a minute, my heart rate returned to normal, my breathing regularized a little and I could fall forward unsheathing the huge dick that had completely devastated whatever remained of my ass cherry.

We laid to rest in the huge bed and to talk a little. I felt sore all over, feeling now I could take anything in my over exercised ass. Bert was next to me, and we were holding hands exchanging frequent deep glimpses, regaling each other with smiles and occasional mouth pecks. Mike was looking at us with a certain sadness on his eyes and murmured, "it's so clear you two have a beautiful thing going on here, lads. Enjoy it fully. I certainly envy you."

Bert, being the more expressive, hugged him and said, "you'll find something worthy, friend. Just wait and see."

Soon it was time for us to bid goodnight. We scampered through the house looking for our clothes and after dressing, we kissed our friends goodbye and sat on the car.

Reaching for Bert's hand, I pulled him and kissed him softly. He blushed (how adorable) and starting the 2CV, we drove all the way back to the hotel. We parked the car, Bert plugged it and after a light dinner, we went to our room, took a quiet bath in the tub and laid ourselves to sleep.

We laid on the bed in a tight embrace and kissing softly I said "good night, my beautiful angel. Sleep tight."

"Good night, my dear daddy-bear. I'll sleep happily feeling you next to me."

With this, we spooned and were soon deep asleep.

I still have plenty more to tell about Bert and Alex's story, but this one is getting too long. We still haven't seen the experience with the T-girl, and maybe a foursome with a certain middle-aged couple. While I work on the rest, I'm publishing this and see what kind of reception it gets. If you, esteemed readers, want more, drop me a comment. The last 6 days of this wonderful trip should be coming shortly.