Rekindling Lust Ch. 02

Bert and Alex are enjoying a fantastic sexcapade in the Cyclades, meeting all sorts of interesting people as they allow their relationship to flourish, deepen and mature.

This is the third installment of my series "Curiosity satisfied". It would be better to read the first two chapters before delving on this one.

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.

A VERY SHORT SUMMARY

The last few days were something else. Alex had fully embraced his new side as a bi-sexual guy and felt at ease both with a tight pussy wrapped around his prick or with a large cock plowing his insides. He hadn't felt more honest with himself, and he was coming to terms with the deep feelings that Bert aroused in him. Feelings not particularly related to sex, but to love.

He remembered the exhibitionist bout he and Bert had just on arrival and getting to meet Franco and Günther, the two young twinks that were their audience with a very public fuck. The memory of Bert and him sharing that wild moment with the double-headed dildo, sex in a paradisiac deserted beach, tag teaming Günther in a perverted threesome complete with a double anal penetration, meeting the naughty Thai girl and then double teaming her, the visit to the art gallery, the lewd foursome with Mike and the Scottish guy. Alex had done things he never even dreamed about. And it was thanks to the gorgeous twink he met.

Now we move on to the second half of this sexcapade.

AUGUST 7TH, MORNING

I returned to my custom of waking at the crack of dawn. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling sore all over. My ass was burning as well as my cock. It was obvious I was overworking both, but I had no intention to slow down. Six more days were left and who knew what else we could experience.

Yawning and stretching, I looked to my left. My gorgeous twink was next to me, laying between tangled sheets and breathing slowly. His soft snores were the cutest thing ever. Suddenly feeling my heart swell, I softly stepped out of the bed to avoid waking him up and went to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, I returned to the room and sat in a chair to contemplate Bert in his sleep.

I hadn't stopped to be concerned about this relationship and where it was going. I yearned to have a significant sharing with this luminous being and my mind seemed to refuse the idea of letting go. I had maybe 15 to 20 years left and the prospect of spending them in empty solitude, with occasional sex from my lady friends, and give up the joy of his laughter, the thrill of his hugs, the almost painful tingling of his kisses, the burning light of his mere presence, was not something I could bear to think. With moist eyes I finally realized something that I needed to put it in the open, at least for my mind: I loved this man. Deeply and unconditionally. I knew we were not meant to be together as most couples think, but I wanted to share my life to the extent that he allowed. At the same time, I knew I had to convince Bert to look after himself as well. With this confused state of mind, I decided to go to the living room and poured myself a large, neat shot of Scotch.

I returned to the room and sat again to contemplate the gorgeous person that had brought light back to my life. Unnoticed by me, the sun was slowly rising, and the sky was turning that marvelous shade of blue apparently unique to this part of the world.

Bert stirred a little, turned around and opened his gorgeous green eyes. He regaled me with his deep green gaze and murmured, "good morning, Alex. Penny for your thoughts?"

I answered, with complete sincerity, "good morning, my love."

Bert looked at me with mild surprise and came closer. Sitting in my lap, he wrapped his arms around my torso in a tight embrace and kissed me softly. I was surprised to feel his face was moist.

"I was desperate for you to finally say it openly, Alex," he murmured between soft sobs. "Good morning to you, my love."

"God help my soul, Bert," I said, "but I have never been surer of myself. Good morning, my love," I repeated and hugged him tightly with my face also moist.

We hugged and kissed for a long time, hands softly caressing and fingers lovingly wiping tears. We spent an inordinate amount of time just gazing in each other's eyes, kissing sweetly and caressing our faces. His cheeks were moist as tears streamed freely from those gorgeous green eyes, and his delicious smile was still parting his luscious lips. He released a funny sound, part sob, part gasp and part laughter as he returned to kissing me lovingly. I returned his kisses as my hands meandered aimlessly caressing his back and he twirled my body hair in his perfectly manicured fingers.

Our kisses slowly became hotter. Bert's nails were digging trenches in my back as his mouth ravaged mine with deep kisses. His cock had turned hard and was pressed against my big belly. My hands were grabbing his bottom, and he started to rock back and forth rubbing his perineum on my hard shaft.

Soon Bert rose a little and grabbing my dick, aimed it at his ass, sinking me deep in his bowels. He started to move my cock in and out as our mouths kept on kissing with wild abandon. For the first time we were not fucking. We were openly making love.

"Bless you, my love," said Bert. "I want this to last forever."

I sobbed, "Bert, Bert, let me try to be worthy of you," as we kept on making love.

"You are more than worthy, my dear," said Bert. "I am a lucky guy."

It was sweet, slow and tender. His buttocks filled my hands as I lifted and lowered him lovingly. His kisses were all over my face, my bald pate, my shoulders as his ass clenched me trying to keep me deep inside him. My hand went down to his organ and I grasped it tightly letting him fuck my hand. My mouth was planting kisses in every square inch of his skin I could reach.

Soon I felt the familiar tingling on my balls and knew this was approaching an end. His movements became faster, less coordinated as he panted, "Give it to me, my love. I want to make you cum."

"I'm all yours, sweetheart," I answered. "Take whatever you need."

"Make love to me, dad," he gasped. "I'm cumming!" and his muscles spasmed. His cock twitched in my hand and let go a large shot that mashed against my skin dribbling then over my hands to his balls. It felt like a medal being pinned in my chest. My engorged cock swelled, and I released my load deep in the bowels of this fantastic man that had become the owner of my heart.

Panting, we broke our physical connection, Bert's ass leaking my seed on my lower body. He grasped my face with both hands and looking at my eyes with his gorgeous green ones he said, "you just took the most important cherry I had, Alex," he murmured sweetly. "This is the first time ever that I make love with someone."

Tears were streaming down my face as I said, "this was priceless, my darling. I cannot thank you enough." I had always been a bit of a sentimental.

"You don't have to thank me, Alex. You earned it," he said.

We remained embraced for what seemed a long time until we finally stood up.

"We should go for breakfast, Bert." I proposed.

"Let's go, my love."

We dressed in our swimsuits interrupting the dressing with frequent kisses and hugs finally managing to leave the room. It was not even 8:00 am as we reached the restaurant. We walked, arms around waists, and sat at a secluded table after picking our breakfast. We ate silently, our meal frequently punctuated by loving glances and hand caressing. We shared our meal, feeding each other lovingly, until the breakfast was over. We put our trays in the designated area and sat in the veranda with two cups of coffee to watch the beach. We were holding hands and remaining silent, each content with each other's presence.

Soon we felt another presence next to us. It was Franco, greeting us. "Buon giorno, amici," as he sat next to us. "Am I interrupting something? You look enmeshed in each other."

"Don't worry, Franco," said Bert. "We just came to realize something important for us. Very important."

"Does that mean that the plan of gangbanging Günther is cancelled?" he asked. "He told me about it two nights ago and was very excited."

I looked at Bert who answered, "not at all, Franco. We're both looking forward to it."

"Great," said the Italian twink continuing, "because I have a very horny German guy waiting in my room. We just returned there after breakfast and he's literally climbing the walls. I already told my cousins and was looking for you two. Will you follow me?"

Without a word, we stood up and followed him to his room.

As we reached the door, we could hear loud moans and grunts and a bed protesting loudly. "Damn," said Franco. "Those four have started without me," and he opened the door ushering us in. The sight above the bed sent volumes of blood down to my cock and I became instantly hard. Günther was kneeling in the bed over one of Franco's cousins while another was behind him, both fucking him royally with their large, thick, cocks. The other cousin was in front of him as the German sucked on his organ desperately.

I looked at Bert, but he had already shed his briefs and was proudly showing his hard, shiny organ for all of us to see. As I got undressed, the man below Günther groaned and pushed deep, unloading his cum in the German's chute. The other one followed suit rapidly and released his load which leaked around the other cock, pooling over Franco's sheets.

When both guys pulled off, the German was laying his head on the bed and his hands were spreading his ass cheeks showing his hole gaping, pulsating and leaking cum. He was saying, "more, more, please."

The four Italians looked at us, silently allowing next turn. Bert approached the German twink and soon was buried to the cods in the dilated, wet ass. He started fucking roughly, smashing his lower abdomen against Günther's ass, grabbing his buttocks with his nails digging in the skinny but fleshy mounds. In the meantime, I was introduced by Franco to the other three.

"Alex, these here are my cousins," he said. "This is Giacomo. He's 26 years old. Next to him are Pietro and Leonardo, his 24-year-old twins." Then pointing to me, he said, "Guys, these here is Alex, 60, from Denmark. Fucking Günther is Bert. Bert is a 21-year-old latino. Bert and Alex are a couple. I mean, the real thing"

We shook hands around, as the absurdness of the situation struck me. Here we were, completely naked and hard, next to an 18-year-old boy getting fucked by a 21-year-old twink; and we were exchanging pleasantries as if we were in a cocktail party. I looked around silently smiling and gauging the four Italian guys.

Franco was the youngest. He had a light olive skin shining with some sweat. No hair spoiled his beautiful silhouette. His head was covered in a black mane of hair that reached the beginning of his neck. He was standing, arms crossed on his chest, and his large cock standing proudly, leaking some precum. Next to him was Giacomo, who had just fucked Günther. He was around 5.6 and about 170 pounds. His dark brown hair was mated and fell around his cherubic face in long twirls that reached below his chin. Black eyes stared at me like measuring me up and a lovely smile was parting his luscious, thick lips. Broad-shouldered, his arms were muscular but without exaggeration. His chest was covered by a slight rug of dark hair that continued to his flat belly and down to his groin, meeting his lush pubic hair. His cock was glistening with his cum, hanging at half-mast. It was large, around 8.5 inches but the girth was amazing. Even half hard, it was almost as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.

Next were Pietro and Leonardo, twins but obviously, not identical. Pietro was the taller of the group, about 5.8 and 190 pounds of muscle. His blond mane was wavy, unkempt and reached only below his ears. In his face, a pair of huge, marvelous blue eyes were fixed on mine. His unshaved face showed a dark shadow accentuating the lines of his chin. He also smiled charmingly. His bulging muscles spoke of hours spent pumping iron. His cock, rising from a blond mat of unkempt hair, was longer than Giacomo's, about 9.5 inches, but less girthy. It was gloriously erect, pointing to the roof and waiting eagerly it's turn on Günther's chute.

Leonardo, on the other hand, was the smallest. He was the other one giving Günther an anal DP. He was about 5.3 and 175 pounds. He had dark brown hair that he was holding in a ponytail. His almond-eyes had a sweet expression and were lingering on my face, occasionally drifting to my hairy body. He wasn't as muscular as the other two, but there was not an ounce of excess fat in his lithe body. He was completely hairless, with shiny olive skin and a shiny piercing adorning his bellybutton. From his hairless groin a robust weapon was standing half erect, red head uncovered and shiny with cum. It looked rather large for his small frame, but the length wasn't what amazed me. It was its girth, rivaling with Giacomo's prodigious organ.

We sat on the sofa while Leonardo brought some beers and settled to watch the show. Not that much was left because as we settled, Bert buried his cock deep on Günther's unloading a second load deep in the German guy. The eurotwink was trembling, muscles clenching and ass gaping and leaking as Bert unsheathed and came to sat with us.

"Would you do the honors, Alex?" said Giacomo. "I'm curious to see you in action."

"Thank you, Giacomo," I said as I stood up and followed my cock to the bed.

Günther was there moaning "more, more. Please I need more," and holding his buttocks apart. I aimed my cock to his ass. It was gaping lewdly, leaking profusely. Seeing it invitingly open, I buried myself to the cods which brought a grunt from Günther's throat. As I reached bottom, I grabbed his skinny waist and started to fuck with vigor. His ass immediately tightened around my weapon, disregarding the abuse he had had so far, and he was expertly clenching his sphincter providing an insane amount of friction. His tunnel was slick with cum, cum was spurting around my cock and cum was dribbling down his balls. The room had started to smell like a cheap brothel, with a combination of raw cum aroma and the mixed smells of our sweaty bodies. I grabbed Günther's hips and continued fucking.

The German twink was humping me in return. After two recent fucks that we knew about, he didn't seem to be done yet. He was grunting and spewing nonsensical German words as his sphincter clenched around my meat with insane, hot friction. I was well on my way to cumming and, being this a gang bang, I felt I didn't need to hold up. Thinking lewd things, I soon reached my peak and deposited another large load in the young, abused and drenched ass, the third load of the day for him.

As soon as I dismounted, Leonardo took my place. Saying "Brace for fucking, Günther," he rammed his ass with his thick weapon. Günther's eyes rolled back as he pressed his buttocks against Leonardo, and both began to move in unison.

"Isn't he going to cum?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't know how it works, Alex," said Franco pointing at Günther. "When he is being gangbanged like this, he doesn't even get hard, but according to him, there is a constant stream of high intensity pleasure. Is like the thrill of a very prolonged orgasm, he told me. I won't lie, Alex; I would like to try something like that if I weren't such a wimp," he said with a laugh.

"No matter how they say it feels," said Bert, "you'll never find me in the receiving end of one wild session as this." And then he added, "besides, I have to think of my love here, what would he think of me being such a slut?" he said in mocked horror.

We all laughed but then Pietro turned serious and asked, "I heard the rumor mill saying that you two are the real thing. Is it true?"

"What do you mean by the real thingh Pietro?" I asked.

"You know, real couple, real sentiments, love and care and whatnot, all the bells and whistles," he answered.

"Yep, Pietro," said Bert. "The rumors are right. Alex is bi and lives in another country. I'm gay. We live our lives on our own, but we can't stay apart from each other for too long, so we travel and meet frequently."

"I don't know if I could manage my routine not knowing he's just a phone call or an SMS away," I said looking at him with unashamedly adoring eyes. Bert leant toward me and gave me a soft peck in my lips.

The three guys were surprised by the tenderness of our moment and Franco wolf whistled. "This is so hot," he purred. "Here we are, gang banging Günther, fucking the shit out of him and this two are a real couple sharing this with us."

"It's so humbling seeing you two, guys," said Pietro. "I wish I could find something as incredible as what you seem to have."

At this moment Leonardo sat next to us panting. "That tight ass is out of this world," he said. "Message from Günther. Only two words: "who's next?"

"Meeeeee" said Giacomo. He was already full hard, his cock clearly above the 9-inch-mark but it was the girth what astonished me. That thing was thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle. It was so thick that I said immediately, "this I have to see," moving closer to the bed.

Giacomo was already aiming his weapon at Günther's gaping ass and began to push in. Franco was next to him protesting, "not fair, Giaco," pouted Franco. "You already fucked him once."

"Seniority privileges, kid," said Giacomo laughing and plunging his cock in Günther's ass. The German once again rolled his eyes to the back and began to fuck himself in Giacomo's wide rod.

"Isn't his a tight ass, Alex?" Giacomo asked.

"It is indeed, Giaco," I answered. "I had sampled it before today, as you know."

I was watching as Giacomo's pole began to ravage Günther's butthole. His sphincter was grotesquely dilated as the Italian plunged deeply in the overexerted ass. Günther's prick was limp but he was releasing immense amounts of precum, so I laid myself below him in a 69, and took him in my mouth. My legs were parted and that gave Franco an idea on how to vent his frustration.

The young Italian kneeled between my legs and asked me, "may I?" as his cock aimed at my exposed ass. "Go ahead," I answered, opening my legs further. Franco took my agreement to heart and pushed his weapon in my ass in a single movement, burying himself deeply and immediately beginning a rough fuck. He's girth pressed deliciously on my overstimulated prostate and made me leak precum right away. I was hard again and Günther put his head down and returned the favor I was giving him.

I found sucking a limp cock as arousing as sucking a hard one, or maybe it was the glorious fuck I was getting from the Italian twink. Günther's copious release of precum felt almost as a load of cum although the flavor was less intense. It didn't detract for it being extremely exciting, the tartness of it, the manly smell of musk and the abundant sweat that he was dripping from his body and in rivulets down his limp organ were firing my lust to new levels. As Giacomo continued to destroy Günther's ass with his prodigiously thick cock, I felt my innards deliciously filled by Franco's hard and young prick.

Franco's movement began to feel less coordinated, and I hear a whisper in my ear.

"He's about to lose it, daddy," whispered Bert in my ear. "Make him cum so I get a second shot at Günther."

Barely nodding, I began to clench my sphincter rhythmically around the deliciously long pole invading my innards and Franco couldn't resist it. With a deep grunt, he buried himself to the cods and released a fantastic hot and sticky load in my ass, leaking a little around his magnificent weapon. Just as Franco was flooding my ass, Günther's swallowed my hardon and the sensation of his throat muscles clenching on my dick did it for me. Rising my hips to reach deeper in the German's twink's mouth, I released my load deep in his throat in long, delicious spurts. Günther swallowed it all, moaning while Bert went to rim my gaping ass and left me clean, swallowing all the cum that was leaking. As if this wasn't enough, he then proceeded to take Franco in his mouth and licked him clean as well.

Giacomo was just shooting another flood up the German's ass and quickly unmounted, leaving the coast clear. Cum leaked from Günther's overdistended ass dripping in my mouth and I swallowed greedily. It tasted salty and tart with a mix of twink's ass in it. Bert immediately released Franco and sank himself deep in Günther's abused ass.

From my vantage point I could see Günther's sphincter red and raw, his perineum pulsating as he moved against Bert's movements, impaling himself and begging for yet another load inside him. Bert began to fuck him roughly with deep thrusting and I started to caress the young German's sac. He began to moan, mumbling more unintelligible German words.

Apparently, I was not to be left alone. Leonardo kneeled between my legs and also asked, "may I?" I opened my legs further and soon he was burying his thick cock deep in my ass. Getting fucked almost right after the previous one was an incredible turn on for me. I started to gyrate my hips around the weapon that was invading my innards, and I felt a steady and increasing wave of pleasure bathing my body. My cock didn't get any harder but my precum began to leak furiously. Giacomo came to help and took me in his mouth in a single swoop. As this was happening, Bert was pressing inside Günther and shooting another load up his mistreated ass. Bert unmounted him and sat on the sofa.

The double stimulation of Leonardo's prick filling my ass and Giacomo's great blowjob soon began to make my blood pump. Helped by the cooperation of Mr. Cialis®, I was rapidly getting hard again in Giacomo's warm mouth. I knew I wasn't going to cum any time soon, but I continued to relish in the lewd sensations.

Moving my hips up and down and clenching my sphincter, I felt Leonardo's cock twitching in my ass. Above me, Günther's ass seemed sad and lonely so I pushed two fingers inside. They immediately were soaked in cum and cum also leaked profusely form the abused hole, dripping on my face. I licked and swallowed all I could while pressing on Günther's prostate as I engulfed him in my mouth once again.

I don't know what took over me, but I had become fully involved in the lust of this gang bang that had become an orgy. I was sucking on Günther as if I were another young guy as Leonardo kept plunging my ass with his incredibly thick pole. After having accommodated Mike the afternoon before, I had no trouble adapting to his immense girth and was enjoying myself tremendously, my precum filling Giacomo's mouth.

I turned my gaze to the sofa and saw Franco and Bert looking at us intently. Both were half deflated and jerking each other. Soon they were showing signs of returning to life. What a great thing the stamina of the youth is. It took no time for them to be completely hard. Franco went at it at Günther's ass, pulling my fingers out, and Bert remained behind enjoying the show.

Above me, Franco began ramming his long dick in Günther's hungry chute. By this time, he was so full of cum that it splattered all around, dribbling down his thighs and cock, pooling on my face. I was swallowing all I could as Günther switched to English yelling, "YESSSSSS, KEEP FUCKING ME, MASTERS! FILL MY FILTHY ASS!" It was a powerfully arousing sight, Günther's ass obscenely dilated and leaking as Franco seesawed his tortured chute with his weapon.

I wanted to try Giacomo's cock next, and the only way was to get Leonardo to cum. I began to clench my muscles which served to increase my pleasure, but I was still far from orgasming. Leonardo's movements became erratic and soon he was convulsing and firing a large load up my ass, the second filling I got that day. I gasped in pleasure and had to release Günther's cock form my mouth while my ass clenched on the Italian dick, milking it for all it was worth. Leonardo unsheathed himself with a grunt and I tapped Giacomo's head saying, "your turn now, stud. Come and fill this old ass with cock."

Giacomo released my prick, happy to oblige. My dick was hard as steel, shiny with saliva and lots of precum still leaking. He kneeled between my open legs and pressed that thick monster in my entrance. "Ready?" he asked. I answered by pushing my hips up and managing to get his head inside. Giacomo took the message and slowly but relentlessly pushed his thick weapon until he was buried deep inside me. I felt like a bus was being parked in my bowels. My sphincter dilated painfully, and my pelvic muscles started to convulse involuntarily. Above the slight pain, I was feeling an enormous wave of pleasure bathing my body in its warmth. I was not cumming, yet, but my lust began to climb slowly. Leonardo had gone to sit next to Bert who decided to join in and came to me, kissing me deeply as I let Giacomo's delicious organ began to fuck me.

"He's huge, darling," I murmured in Berts mouth. "Just enjoy it, my love," he answered. He then straddled my pelvis and lowered himself on my pole, burying it deep in his chute. I was now laying in my back, sucking Günther as he was being fucked by the young Franco. Bert was riding me to oblivion as Giacomo's prick was dilating my sphincter as never before. He was even thicker than Mike.

I had forgotten all thoughts of modesty and was rocking my hips fucking Bert's ass and getting fucked by Giacomo. Günther had risen his torso, and I could see him and Bert locked in an indecent kissing session. Franco's cock was a blur as it moved in and out of Günther at an amazing speed. Globs of his sweat were drenching my body as my skin shone with a patina of my own. Giacomo was the first to reach orgasm. With a grunt, his weapon swelled even more dilating my ass and he released several strong jets of cum, filling my bowels with his thick, sticky, white juice. His second scalding shot made me cum in Bert's ass and I began to fill him, sensing some of it leaking on my groin. Franco was next, and pulling his cock out of Günther, surprised me by offering me his twitching cock with I greedily sucked. He came in my mouth, the stink of Günther abused ass filling my nostrils as globs of cum leaked from the sides of my mouth. Bert let go of Günther's mouth and laying on top of me, gave me a lingering kiss, sucking the remaining cum from my face and lips.

Panting and with legs turned to jelly, I walked to the sofa with the other three guys. Günther was still kneeling on the bed, softly begging "more, I need more." I couldn't fathom if someone had the stamina to please him but incredibly, Leonardo was again hard and plugged his cock in Günther's ass who responded in kind. I sat in the sofa to watch the renewed fucking session accompanied by the other three guys. Giacomo kneeled in front of me and sucked my semi hard dick deep in his mouth, licking the remains of my cum. Franco and Bert sat one on each side of me and started caressing my chest, my large belly and my hairy sac. I arrived semi deflated but the overstimulation, both tactile and visual, was slowly making my blood rush to my nether areas and slowly, but surely, I was becoming hard once again. Buying that box of Cialis® had turned out as a smart investment, rivaling my own successful games in the stock market.

As I slowly became harder, Leonardo began to fuck Bert with abandon, jerking his cock at the same time. I could notice how Günther's dick was rapidly engorging and rising, peeling his angry red head as Leonardo increased his tempo. Soon, Leo was splashing Günther's insides with the umpteenth cum load while the German's cock finally got completely hard. My companions were ready to renew the action and not surprisingly, so was I.

The four of us approached the bed just as Leonardo was pulling out. Günther's ass was grotesquely dilated, leaking massive amounts of cum in Franco's sheets and pulsating greedily. He looked to us and said, "are you here to finish me?"

"If that is what you want," I said. "Do you want an ass to fuck?"

"No, Alex," he said lustily, "I need you four to ravage me completely."

Leonardo stood in front of him and the German swiftly swallowed his semi engorged weapon. Giacomo murmured on Bert's and my ears, "let's make a train behind him. I'll fuck him and you do me in the order you prefer."

Bert said, "I'd rather take your monster in, Giaco," he proposed lustily. "Let me fuck Günther and you fill me up. Alex can then fuck you if you will."

Giacomo looked at me questioningly and I said, "I'm game."

Bert positioned himself behind Günther and rammed his cock in his drenched ass. He then stood motionless as Giacomo aimed his prodigiously thick weapon and slowly filled his chute. He also stood motionless allowing me to penetrate his ass to the cods. Once all of us were settled, we started a wild session of fucking. Giacomo's and Bert's movements were perfectly synchronized and both coordinated their efforts. Bert's cock was making squishy sounds as it invaded Günther's dilated ass. Bert was grunting with Giacomo's thick organ plowing his insides and I was delighted with the Italian's tight ass wrapped around my cock.

Günther's cock was flying about, shooting precum all over the place. Soon Leonardo filled the German's mouth with a big load. Günther's muscles were convulsing, and he finally reached an orgasm. He shot a seemingly endless load on Franco's messy sheets. I could hear Bert's grunts and knew he was close, but Giacomo took the lead. "CAZZO! MERDA! STO VENENDO!" he yelled as he buried his cock in Bert's ass, regaling him with a large load. His clenching muscles soon pushed me over the edge, and I also came deep inside him. We unmounted and sat on the sofa to watch Bert ravaging the German's ass, but he didn't last long. In a few seconds he was also cumming, drenched the abused ass in yet another load. Panting he came to the sofa, and we ended half-sitting, half laying in a mess of bodies, arms, legs, and semi flaccid cocks,

"You have a nice, tight ass, Alex," Giacomo said. "And your muscles are very strong."

"Thank you, Giacomo," I answered. "I'm surprised of myself, to be honest."

Günther approached the sofa and sat in the floor, submissively looking at the five of us.

Thank you, guys," he said. "I don't think I ever imagined something as wild as this."

"You took us like a champ, kid," I said. "I admire you. I would never be in the receiving end of something like this, but I certainly enjoyed the role I played today."

"You have incredible stamina for someone of your age, Alex," said Franco looking at me appreciatively.

"I cannot take full credit, Franco," I said. "I got some chemical help."

"Even so, Alex," Interjected Giacomo. "I have been with guys older than me but younger than you and even with that kind of help, they can't manage to stay hard for as long as you managed, let alone cum as many times as you did."

Feeling ridiculously proud I smiled to the audience.

"If we're done," I said. "I think Bert and I will leave for now. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"You should be, my love," said Bert. "It's nearly 18:00 h and we missed lunch."

We kissed all the young guys, hands groping bottoms and slapping asses while we grabbed our clothes and dressed. We bode goodbye and left the room holding hands. As we walked the paths to the restaurant, I asked Bert. "I hope you didn't feel shocked by how I acted there, my love," I said with some concern. "I mean, getting fucked by three guys in sequence and all that, I think I behaved like a slut."

"I wasn't some chaste nun either Alex," he answered as we reached the restaurant. "As I'm sure you know, I don't care with whom you share your body. I'm certain your heart belongs only to me, as mine belongs to you."

I had to stop in the entrance of the restaurant and, bringing him closer, I wrapped my arms on his toned body and kissed him. I kissed him with open mouth, tongues dancing, intense caresses given and taken, mouths reeking of cum and ass, but the kiss didn't feel lustful. It was a kiss from our hearts. It was the kind of kiss that make butterflies flutter in our stomachs and our hearts skip a beat. We finally separated, gazing in each other's eyes. His gorgeous green eyes were as moist as mine felt. We looked into each other's souls as we eventually put our arms around our waists and entered the restaurant.

AUGUST 7TH, NIGHT

We sat at a table for two, next to one of the windows. The moon was shimmering in the sea below and a soft breeze was entering through it. We couldn't get enough of each other. Bert gazed at me with his deep, sincere green eyes and I felt a knot in my throat at the feeling that gaze conveyed. We held hands while waiting for our meal and when our food arrived, I ate without paying attention on what I was eating. When we finished eating, the waiter cleared the table and brought a small glass of Galliano for me and a Frangelico for Bert. We sipped leisurely at our drinks. No spoken words were uttered. We said all we needed to say with our eyes, silly smiles and hand caressing.

Eventually, we left the table and walked to our room, holding hands, under the gorgeous moon. On arriving Bert opened the door, but I stopped him. I hugged him tightly and kissed him deeply, our tongues intertwining deliciously and our breaths mingling into a single one. I was expecting a night of sweet love making.

It was barely 19:30 h as we reached the room. The moon shone on the bed through the open curtains. I moved to close them, but Bert hugged me from behind and said, "leave them open, Alex," he purred. "I want to make love under the moonlight."

I was dressed only on my swimsuit. Cum was still caked in my groin, on my sac, and my cock, while my skin was sweaty and smelly. Bert wasn't faring any better. I suggested a shower, but Bert answered, "can't wait, Alex. Please let's make love once again."

We undressed each other and Bert immediately pushed me to the bed where I landed on my back. My cock was already completely hard, angry red head uncovered, and my sac was pulsating in anticipation. Bert laid on top of me in a 69 and I lost no time taking him in my mouth. He tasted of sweat, cum and Günther's ass, and his smell was strong, manly and lewd. I sank his cock deep in my throat until my nose was glued to his sac inhaling deeply. He got my dick buried in his mouth and took me in fully, mashing his nose against my hairy balls. We remained quiet for a while, as our tongues lavished attention on our hard rods. Bert started to slowly fuck my throat which sent jolts of pleasure to my whole being pushing me to move my prick in his delicious mouth.

I was feasting on his rod, slobbering all over, giving him a very messy blowjob. He was burying my meat deeply in his throat as his fingers caressed my ass in a maddeningly stimulating way. He never pressed in even though I was rising my hips and moving my ass increasing his friction on my entrance, begging wordlessly for his finger to fuck me. His saliva was dripping over my rod, lubricating my entrance.

Bert was rapidly making me lose my senses. I didn't want him to be left out still hard and began to caress his ass in kind, but the stimulation was too intense. With a herculean effort I pulled apart from him and opening my legs lewdly, I separated my ass globes and begged, "put it in, my angel. Make love to me."

Bert aimed his weapon at my begging hole and slowly pressed in. His head breached my sphincter, and his pole soon followed behind. In no time he was buried deep in me as his torso came down and his mouth met mine. We kissed hungrily. My hands were roaming his back, sliding down to his bottom as his cock plowed my fully trained ass pressing my prostate every few seconds. Bert was mashing my cock against his lower abdomen adding my precum to the dried cum and fluids already there. The heat irradiating from his organ was melting my senses and bringing me steadily to a huge orgasm. I started to move my hips, trying to get him deeper as my sphincter began to contract rhythmically adding to the friction his rod was getting.

Bert grunted in my mouth and wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his body. His movements were becoming erratic as he began to mumble.

"UNGHHHHHHH! ALEX," he yelled, "I'M CUMMMMMMING, MY LOVE!"

His cock swelled inside my chute and began to spurt a large load, depositing it deep inside. I rode his orgasm as if it were mine, but I was going to follow soon enough.

"KEEP GOING, MY LOVE!" I was yelling. "MAKE LOVE TO ME!"

As his orgasm subsided, mine arrived and I clenched my muscles with a strength I didn't know I had. My cock, imprisoned as it was between our bodies, contracted painfully and large jets of jism shot out, lubricating our skins as we kept on moving. Bert's mouth was glued to mine again, as our tongues wrestled and our pleasure finally subsided. We eventually stopped moving and my adored twink rested his weight on me without unsheathing. His cock was twitching softly, each time sending mini electric shocks through my body, making me clench in turn. We remained like this for several minutes until he finally pulled his cock out.

As his organ plopped out of me, I could feel a large glob of cum leaking from my insides, landing on the sheets. Bert laid next to me, and turning around, he kissed me again, holding my face with his two hands, his gorgeous green eyes twinkling on mine, with a little moisture escaping on the sides. I hugged the dear boy tightly and whispered.

"Thank you, Bert, for being you," I whispered in his ear. "I love you."

"I love you too, Alex," he said with a beautiful smile. "I won't pull a Han solo line on you and say, 'I know'. I am hopelessly, deeply and utterly in love with you."

"God help me, son," I said, "but I feel the same. Exactly the same."

We stayed hugging for a while but eventually we recognized the need for a shower. We walked hand in hand to the bathroom and entered the shower stall. Bert turned it on, and the warm water fell on us from all directions, soaking our filthy bodies. We both grabbed the bottles of soap (thoughtfully the resort had left two in the shower) and began to lather and massage ourselves into oblivion.

I took my time soaping and massaging the root of his cock, washing his bush until I left it clean and shiny. Bert was also doing the same with me and then he kneeled and splattered my cock and sac with his kisses. I pulled him up and we kissed again as the water fell gloriously on our naked bodies, us soaping our backs and cracks. Eventually, we turned the water off and, without drying, went to the veranda.

Brigitta had changed the ice bucket and replaced it with a fresh one, probably while we were dining because it had barely melted. The vodka bottle was still there, half full and the glasses were clean. Bert poured two drinks, and we sat in the floor with our legs hanging over the water.

We stayed some minutes sipping our drinks, gazing at the gorgeous landscape and holding our hands with soft caresses. The moon shimmered romantically in the quiet waters of the small cove and the stars twinkled above us as if we were the only beings in the world. When the drinks were gone Bert asked, "How about skinny dipping in the night?"

I responded by standing up and jumping in the water. The fresh water of the Aegean Sea splashed around me, reaching Bert's body as he did an elegant somersault, landing next to me.

"Not only a gorgeous twink and a lovely person, but also an athlete," I joked. "My beloved twink is truly the full package."

We hugged and kissed again. My hands holding his ass and lifting him, his hands around my neck as we kissed wildly. I whispered in his ear, "I am the luckiest person in the world, Bert, and it is thanks to you."

"I am so thankful that you found me, Alex," he whispered. "Since our first meeting I already knew how I felt about you. The memories of our first meeting and the hope that you would call again kept my life in an even keel when I was thinking about doing something very risky." He said. "Thanks to you, I kept my wits, and it couldn't have turned out better. Here I am, in a gorgeous Greek resort, hugging the man who stole my heart and who paid his crime by giving me his. I'm the lucky one here."

I couldn't fathom what was the risky something, but I wasn't going to ask. I was sure he would tell me whenever he felt like it.

With his keen eye and the connection between our souls, he guessed what I was thinking and proceeded. "One of my customers proposed me to enter into porn and I was seriously thinking about it," he said adding, "I mean, the thought of getting all the cock and ass I could manage was seducing me, but then you came and showed me a glimpse of something better," he confessed. "I eventually told him I wasn't interested and thank God I did."

I was touched by his confession and hugged him tightly. He was hard again and, thanks to Mr. Cialis®, so was I. Bert pulled himself up with his arms, that were locked around my neck and wrapping his legs around my waist, he lowered himself towards my hard tube and pushed it inside his chute.

"Fuck me, my love," he whispered moving slowly. "Make love to me again."

I was more than eager and started to move him over my cock, holding him by his delicious bottom. He was panting and moaning in my mouth as our tongues once again restarted their dance. Having had an orgasm so recently, this bout was sure to be longer; but it was also sweeter. This time we were focusing on each other, rather than our own pleasure.

We kept on making love for a long time, but all good things must get to an end. With mounting urgency, I began to impale my beloved twink as he continued to move against my cock. We were both approaching another orgasm and, marvelously, it hit us simultaneously. As I buried myself deep in his chute, he came all around my body, his cum floating around us in the calm waters of the Aegean. It took us a while to calm down and eventually we walked to the stairs, climbed into the veranda, and sat in the chairs. Bert poured another pair of drinks and handing me one he said, "I could easily get used to this, Alex," he confessed. "I'm not pressuring you. I just want you to know that your presence is precious to me. You are welcome at my place whenever you feel like visiting my city."

"I'm thrilled, Bert," I answered. "Remind me to give you a set of keys to my house before we return. You are welcome to come over whenever you feel like it."

We sat for another while and, feeling the exhaustion of such an active day, walked to the bed. Bert laid on his side, with his back and ass pressed against my body. I passed an arm around him, hugging and kissing his head I said, "good night, my sweet angel. Sleep tight."

"Good night, my love," he answered. "Sleep tight you too."

AUGUST 8TH, MORNING

It was still dark and quiet when something woke me up. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on my side, my back facing Bert. Something hard and hot was poking my butt repeatedly, like an insisting salesman on someone's doorbell. I put my hand to my back finding Bert's hard rod pushing against my crack. I was hard as well, god bless Mr. Cialis®. I rose my leg and guided Bert's cock to my tunnel. Pushing back, I felt his head sliding in and soon it was followed by the rest of his meat. My ass was still sore but more than willing to receive the loved invader. I began to fuck myself, wondering why Bert was so uncharacteristically silent. With a contortionist move, I turned my head around without unsheathing the delicious prick from my overworked ass and saw Bert still asleep. He was grunting something that sounded like my name, and he began to move, fucking me with delicious thrusts.

After a few minutes, I heard him grumbling sleepily and speaking to me, "Sorry, my love," he murmured in my ear. "I don't know what happened, but I just woke up finding myself buried in you. Sorry,"

"You'd be very sorry if you don't keep on fucking, my dear," I said. "You woke me up with that rascal poking me and I just gave you entrance. Now shut up and make love to me."

He began to move the way I loved it, with deep thrusts and pressing my poor prostate. His arm surrounded my body and began to caress and twirl on my hairy chest and belly. His caresses were all over my body and he soon focused on my nipples which were hard with lust. His cock was seesawing deliciously, distending my chute and sending all kind of electric jolts that concentrated on my very hard prick.

Soon his hand abandoned my chest and went directly below, grasping my cock in a tight grab and jerking me intensely, pulling my skin as far back as it would go, making my cockhead swell in mute protest. I was beyond pleasure. This was heaven. The young guy that stole my heart was buried deep in me and giving me an incredible fuck. I was sorry that an orgasm was rapidly climbing in me, and I barely managed to keep it at bay. Bert didn't hold himself and shortly after released his load deep in my ass.

"DADDY, DADDY, I'M CUMMING!" he was gasping, filling me completely. My mind was fogged, and I retained a sliver of control that allowed me to ride his orgasm barely keeping me from cumming. When he finished, he pulled out with an audible 'plop' and allowed me to lay on my back. My cock was painfully hard and seeing it, he straddled my groin and rapidly impaled himself in my hard cock. He began rapid back and forth movements, clenching his sphincter. I had barely held my orgasm but now I failed miserably. Braying loudly, I buried myself deep in him, painting his bowels with my hot, sticky juice.

"I'M CUMMING, MY DARLING! DON'T STOP MOVING" I was begging.

"YES, ALEX. MAKE LOVE TO ME. FILL THAT ASS. IT'S ALL YOURS TO DO AS YOU PLEASE!" he was saying as he continuously rocked on my pole. Soon I was drained, and he descended on my body, trapping his half-hard cock between our bodies and regaled me with the most heartfelt kiss he had so far given me. We remained unmoving for a while until he unsheathed my prick. His ass leaked some cum in my freshly bathed skin as mine had already contributed with yet another stain in the sheets that were under us.

Bert rose his head, contemplating me lovingly. He held my face with both his hands and planted a sweet kiss in my mouth. He looked at his wrist, checking the time in his iWatch, which he rarely took off and said. "It's only 01:00 h, Alex. I'm really sorry I woke you up."

I kissed him back, saying, "nonsense. I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for so much, my darling. I'm completely lost in love with you."

He hugged me closely and remained on top of me. His lithe body light, not bothering me at all. I caressed his back and his bottom with one hand as the other twirled in his hair. His breath was slowly becoming calmer and before I knew it, he fell asleep over me. I hugged him and tried to sleep. Successfully.

The sun was already peeking over the horizon as I woke up. Bert was still on top of me, snoring softly. His head was sideways above my hairy chest. His mouth open and some saliva dribbling on my skin. It was the most tender image I had ever seen, and I didn't want to interrupt it, but I needed to pee. Badly.

Very slowly, I untangled my body from his and, managing to do that without waking him up, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I stood at the WC and tried to pee. My cock was half hard and I knew it would make peeing difficult, but it was so sore than when I finally managed to pee, it burned out of my urethra. My ass was also sore, it was all I could do not to groan. My muscles ached, my legs were nearly cramping, and I felt alive, happy with the world, thankful to my ex-wives for leaving me free, and eager to do whatever I could for the gorgeous person that was still sleeping on our shared bed. At that moment, I promised myself I will start exercising and dieting until I shed at least 40 pounds of fat, if possible, substituting it with muscle. I wanted to reach the best image of myself, to became healthier as Bert deserved. He was becoming the impulse I needed to improve myself.

After finishing at the bathroom, I returned to the room to find Bert awake and typing around in his tablet.

"That's going to be one hell of a dairy, my darling," I said. "Can't wait to read it."

"You will, my love," he said. "Just wait until we return from this trip to paradise."

"Do you want a drink?" I asked.

"The sun is over the yardarm somewhere, daddy, so yes," he said with a chuckle and stretching lazily, his arms above his head, his taut and hairless body shining in the morning light that flooded the room through the open curtains. I went to the veranda and poured two drinks with the little ice that was left. Plopping a wedge of lemon in each glass, I brought both to the bedroom.

We sat in the bed, enjoying our drinks. Soon Bert proposed that we moved to the pool, and we did.

As we sat and cuddled in the pool, a soft knock on the door preceded it opening. Brigitta came in with a fresh bucket of ice and walked to the veranda. Walking out with the empty bucket, she suddenly saw us and approached to greet us.

"Good morning, Mr. Gølliksen, Mr, Armada," she said.

I immediately stopped jerking my twink, but Bert continued unashamedly jerking me and said lustily, "good morning to you, Brigitta," pulling my foreskin down completely.

"I'm sorry to barge in," she said apologetically, her eyes not leaving the lewd show of Bert jerking me off. "I thought I saw you walking to the restaurant."

"We're still here, Brigitta," said Bert and added, "wanna join us?"

"Can't now, Mr, Armada," she said and added invitingly, "I get off duty at 8:00, in a few minutes. Do you want me to join in then?"

"If you don't mind," answered my beloved twink. "We could use some company, if you're allowed to go out of the resort with us."

"I am, as long as I'm off duty, Mr. Armada," she answered happily adding, "don't you have anything to say, Mr. Gølliksen?"

From behind the fog of lust Bert was knowingly inducing I grunted, "I have no problem."

"Good," said Bert. "Meet us here as soon as you're ready, will you?"

I managed to ask, "I don't want to be rude or anything, but does this involve a fee to you?"

"Not at all, Mr. Gølliksen," she said mischievously adding, "although I expect it to reflex in my tip," and she cutely blinked an eye.

When she left, I returned to jerk Bert asking, "are you crazy? How did you think she would be willing to accompany us?"

"Alex, she had been ogling both of us since the first time she came to our room," he said. "I just made it a little easier for her."

"Do I want to know where you want us to take her?"

"Sure, dad," he said naughtily. "Let's go to that deserted nude beach we went on the first road trip."

"Vathia Lagkada, yes," I said. "I remember."

"Then it's settled," he said climbing on top of me. "Let's finish this so we can drive safely." And he immediately impaled himself on my rod.

I was so aroused that I knew I couldn't last long buried in his delicious ass. As he moved lusciously, I grabbed his buttocks and pulling him on myself I was ready to cum in less than a minute.

"Sorry, my love," I grunted. "I can't.... I'M CUMMING!" and I deposited a large load in Bert's ass.

Unsheathing my cock rapidly, I turned to his hardon and, after slobbering on it for a few minutes, I impaled myself, riding Bert until I felt him draining his balls deep inside me. We untangled ourselves and went to the bedroom. At the same time, the door opened and Brigitta came in.

She could easily see both our asses gaping and leaking and she smiled. "You seem to have been busy, guys," she said.

Brigitta was 5.3 feet tall and 99 pounds. She was dressed in an incredible swimsuit. It consisted of two straps of bright yellow cloth that tied behind her neck and went on her front covering her B-cup tits and joining on her groin to barely cover her apparently bald pussy. Seeing my gaze she turned around. On her back, the cloth sank between her firm cheeks leaving them bare and ending in two long strings that tied behind her neck. The effect was amazing, the contrast of the yellow cloth on her creamy skin, stunning.

Bert wolf whistled and said, "let us get dressed!" said as I went to the bathroom and took another Cialis®. It seemed I was going to need it.

"At what time do you have to be back on service, Brigitta," I asked.

"I'm free until tomorrow at 15:00," she said. "It's my day off."

"OK," I answered. "Let's leave, grab breakfast on our way, and enjoy the day."

We went to the car and Bert asked, "want me to drive, Alex?"

Thinking on the configuration of the car, I agreed. Brigitta looked at me knowingly and also nodded.

Bert took the wheel as I sat shotgun with the gorgeous Brigitta in my lap.

"So, gorgeous lady," asked Bert. "Tell us your story. How come you came to work here?"

"OK, where to start..." she said. "I was born in Tullaghan, on the east coast of Ireland. It's a tiny town, less than 300 people, about 180 kilometers from Dublin as the crow flies." Her delicious Celtic accent in her deep throaty voice was doing wonders on my sexual stamina. I was slowly but decidedly getting hard.

She continued, "I'm the third of five siblings and the older daughter in a very strict, conservative catholic family," she kept quiet for a while then proceeded. "Unluckily for my family, 'the devil' had a strong influence in me. I'm only joking, of course." Continuing her tale she said," I soon found the delights of masturbation and did it very frequently, several times a day, hiding in whatever place I could. When my body started to develop, my urges became stronger. I longed for something, not knowing what. When I found out that my fingers could fit in my cunt, and resembled a little what I yearned for, my masturbation sessions became even more frequent, if that was possible. By the time I was fully developed, I was having more than 10 orgasms a day. Knowing what I know now, I understand it was just a matter of time before I found what my body needed so desperately."

My hardon was now at full mast and she could not miss it pressing in her gorgeous ass. Wriggling a little, I thought looking for a more comfortable position, she ended with my cock embedded in her ass crack with only the sheer fabric of her lewd swimsuit and the spandex of my speedos impeding a penetration. My cock head was pressing the entry of her pussy which was irradiating an intense heat.

"When I was in middle school, I set my eyes on one of the teachers. Before two months had passed, I managed to get into his briefs and his was the first cock I got inside my pussy, in one of the school bathrooms, after class. That was what my body needed so desperately. The moment he pushed in I felt no pain. I came with the first penetration and soon he filled my young pussy with his load, making me come a second time" she said as her bottom rocked on my hard on. I could feel my speedos getting damp with her abundant discharge.

"After this," she continued, "I found it very easy to get as much cock as I wanted. I was screwing several days a week, with kids from school, workers on the docks, the owner of a pub in a nearby town, until unavoidably, news reached my parent's ears. They sat me and confronted me with what they knew. By that time, I had probably fucked every abled bodied man in town except my father and my brothers. My father demanded me to deny what they heard but I refused. I said I enjoyed my body, that the lord gave it to me and if He put these organs on us, they had to be meant to be used." Dad and mom were aghast. My dad chucked me out of the house and my mom didn't confront him," she continued, adding, "there I was, without finishing high-school, penniless and horny." She was evidently horny now and was rocking rapidly on my cock, undulating her luscious body on my hardon.

She continued, "I stood gracefully, went to my room to pick my clothes, and left. I didn't know where to go but I remembered one of my regular fuck-toys was a single man, in his late forties. I hitched a hike to Bundoran, the nearby town he lived on, and I brazenly knocked his door." Her smile was dreamy as she continued, "when he opened his door, I said I needed a place to stay. He could fuck me whenever he wanted, do to me whatever he pleased as my payment for house and board. He gave me a job in his pub, where nobody asked my age, and I lived with him until I turned 19."

Lustily she reminisced, "we fucked like rabbits. He had an incredible stamina and taught me all he knew about sex," she continued. "I became his whore. I learned to deep throat on my second night with him. He popped my ass cherry on the third night. He put me on birth control, and as I became his cum-dump, he began to bring some friends for threesomes and eventually, for orgies. When I turned 19, I had saved enough money and told him I wanted to travel the world. He gave me a big hug, put a fat wad of cash in my hand and wished me good luck, asking me to return if things didn't work out ok for me."

Her movements were becoming more frantic, and her hand went down, evidently fingering herself. "I had read about this resort in a site specialized in swinging and bought a ticket here. I have been living here for 4 years now. I'm only 23, by the way." Her voice was turning throatier as her movements increased their tempo. "I lo- love it here," she stuttered, "I f- f- fuck daily and n- no- nobody cares." As we were approaching Ano Meria, she started to convulse on my lap and came. She came hard. Her head was pulled back, her eyes turned upwards, her mouth was half open as saliva dripped from there and she released a loud grunt.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, and turning around, she kissed me saying, "thanks, stud. I needed that."

I was rock hard, and it would be difficult for me to walk around like that. Guessing my predicament, Bert drove around the town a couple of times and when I nodded, he parked close to the jeep rental company.

I alighted the car after Brigitta and, picking up the icebox in order to hide my still hard cock, we walked to the counter. I couldn't release the icebox for obvious reasons and Bert took advantage paying himself for the jeep. As I put everything in the back of the 4x4, Bert and Brigitta went to a nearby supermarket and bought some food to bring to the beach. Upon returning, he took the wheel, and I sat shotgun. Brigitta sat on the back and as we were exiting the town, heading for the horrendous road, she grabbed two beers, handing one to me, and we started drinking.

"So, Alex," Brigitta asked seductively, "what a whore you two invited today, didn't you?" I looked on the rear-view mirror and she was sucking on the bottle as if it was a cock and was rubbing her pussy over the flimsy fabric. I had to thank the heavens I wasn't the one driving. She leaned forward and whisper in my ear, "you still have to bury that rod deep in my cunt, stud," as she licked my earlobe.

Bert took us to the beach very rapidly. As before, it was completely deserted. Brigitta jumped freely as Bert and I unloaded the jeep and set camp. I found a folding table and an extra lounge chair in the jeep and asked Bert if he knew where those came from. "That was me," said Brigitta. "I asked one of the boys to put those there."

Bert and I looked at each other. My hardon had not subsided and my black speedos were tenting, with a damp spot where Brigitta had rubbed herself to what seemed like a mind shattering orgasm. Remarkably, Bert's yellow speedos were also lewdly tenting as he ogled the wild redhead. Brigitta was busy shedding her swimsuit and soon she stood in front of us in all her naked glory.

She had a statuesque beauty. Her tits were small but perky, crowned by pink areolas with stiff, standing nipples. Her milky skin was perfect, with no imperfection marring its shining beauty besides a small mole strategically placed next to her apparently bald cunt. Her hair, fiery red, framed a gorgeous face where big grey eyes were ogling both our tents. Her luscious lips were parted in an indecent smile as she turned around giving us a lascivious show of her glorious back. She had an ass where you could easily bounce a quarter. Laughing happily, she strutted to the sea and entered the water. She was a vision of lust, of sin, of unabridged sexuality.

"Come," she yelled, "the water is delicious and great for a good fuck!"

We dropped our trunks and followed her. When we reached her, she grabbed our asses and pulled us close. "I know you're the bi here, stud," she groaned in my mouth. "Bert can have my ass if he wants to give me the honor, and you will have my pussy. I hope you have enough stamina to keep it up, stud!" she said twinkling her eyes. "I'm hoping for several rough fucks today."

"He can surprise you, slut," said Bert. "We both can fuck your ass to your heart content, and I might even be tempted to try out your pussy."

I looked at Bert in surprise and he said, "what can I say, my love. In wartime, every hole is a trench." Bert's cock looked really like a weapon of war.

Brigitta and I both laughed heartily but I was overwhelmed in lust. I grabbed the redhead, roughly manhandling her ass and she complied eagerly, climbing on me, wrapping her legs on my waist and lowering herself until she was impaled on my painfully hard rod. She began to move up and down my cock. Her pussy was unbelievable tight, slick with her juices, and spasming around my prick. Her nails scratched my back, and her mouth bit my shoulders. She then said, "come on, Bert, put that hard cock to work up my ass."

As my face was drowned in her small rack, I couldn't see what was going on behind her. I had a mouthful of nipple as my hands pulled her ass cheeks open, hoping for Bert to find his mark. Of course he would find his mark. When had he failed to do so? Soon I felt how his dick slid inside this redhead whore's ass, and we were soon DP'ing her in the azure waters of the Aegean Sea.

Our movements lacked any tenderness or refinement. We were savagely penetrating her two holes as a pair of animals. Brigitta was rocking back and forth on our bloated weapons, penetrating her two distended holes in unison, her body movements a study of lust, wantonness and bliss. When I released her tits for a little breath I could see Bert's hands in her face, his fingers in her mouth and pulling at it, distending her lips. She was grunting and gasping wildly and I soon felt how her muscles were clenching, threatening to nip my cock from its root.

"CUMMMMMMING, BASTARDS! she was yelling. "DESTROY THOSE HOLES! MAKE ME WALK BAND LEGGED! FILL ME UP!'

I could feel Bert's cock swelling inside her chute and when his contractions started, which I could easily feel through the thin membrane separating her two tunnels, I reached my peak and released a large load in her pussy.

We yelled beastly as we redoubled or violent movements completely ravaging the petite redhead's body. She clenched to my neck, pressing her holes down, getting our rods deeper inside as we flooded her with cum. Finally, she dismounted. The water barely reached our bellies. We were still at half mast, filled with lust and arousal.

"That was great, guys," said the redhead. Her legs were trembling, and she was holding us for equilibrium. "Damn, you two turned my legs to jelly," she added.

Shortly afterward she said, "I'm famished. Let's eat something."

We walked to our camp site and sat in our lounges. Bert opened the icebox and pulled out a few trays of cheese, cold cuts, crackers and several dips. Brigitta's eyes were shining with pervert thoughts. She picked a slice of ham and crouching near Bert, wrapped his cock with it swallowing deeply, peeling the ham from his rod with her tongue. "Mmmmmmh," she mumbed. "Delicious. Ham with cock. Wanna try, stud," she asked wrapping another slice of ham around Bert's organ and offering it to me.

I took his wrapped cock in my mouth, deep to the cods, and licked the ham, slowly pulling it with my lips over his engorged and slick head. I then ate the ham. It tasted delicious, with Bert's precum spread on it. Brigitta was taking my cock and bathing it in one of the dip sauces. She then took me in deeply, sucking with abandon. Bert followed suit and asked me to lay down. He then proceeded to put small blocks of cheese, pieces of cold cuts, olives, and pickled onion all over my belly and my groin and he started eating. Leaving my now clean cock, Brigitta followed suit and started to pick pieces of food from my skin, licking the moistness, nibbling on my body and swallowing the food.

I was getting hungry and stood up. Bert laid Brigitta down and covered her body with a variety of snacks. There was a bottle of whipped cream which Bert used to cover her nipples, her navel and her pussy. I started on her tits, as Bert nibbled on her flat abdomen. Brigitta was heaving under our attentions. After cleaning her tits, I moved down to her pussy. It was not completely bald as I thought. She kept a thin strip of hair on top of her snatch, the same color of her head. I sank my mouth on her cunt and licked all the cream, ending with my tongue flicking over her very hardened clit.

Rising my head, I missed Bert but found out where he was when a familiar pressure was exerted on my pulsating anus. He soon sheathed himself deeply and started a thorough fuck of my ass. I rose my eyes to see Brigitta's eyes glued to the indecent spectacle of Bert fucking me roughly. Her fingers began to rub herself and her hips started to buck. I turned her around and she laid there with her ass rising. Her anus was pulsating. I glued my lips, slobbering all over. I had to fuck that ass. I moved forward, unsheathing Bert and sank my rod deep in her scalding asshole. Bert immediately impaled me and holding me by my hips, guided our action. I was fucking a wanton Irish girl's ass as he was plowing mine. I was leaking prodigious amounts of precum.

Brigitta was moving wildly, impaling herself with every push of mine and barely keeping my head inside with every pull, mimicking the movements Bert was doing.

Even with the recent cum, I was feeling the next one inexorably approaching and I began to clench my sphincter. Pushing deeper in Brigitta's ass, I grabbed her cheeks, leaving angry red marks and, leaning, I took two handfuls of tit, pulling savagely on her hardened nipples. She started cumming again and her muscles contracted increasing the friction I was feeling. I couldn't resist and started cumming on my own, also clenching my sphincter which brought Bert over the edge.

We came in a convulsing confusion of arms, legs and bodies, taut muscles contracting, nerves firing, and lewd words screamed. When we finally came down, we were on the beach, the small pebbles pressing and leaving marks on our skins. Bert unsheathed himself as I did the same. Brigitta's ass was gaping and leaking profuse amounts of cum. As I thought to rim her, Bert took advantage and sucked my cum directly from her ass. He then kissed me deeply as we passed my cum back and forward. Brigitta's eyes were glued to us as she recovered her breath.

"You two are so hot, guys," she said. "I've never seen something so lewd, and I love it."

Bert asked her, "never been with a gay couple?"

"You're the first gay couple ever to invite me, stud," she said coquettishly. "I've been with plenty lesbians, and I love to eat pussy, but nothing beats a hard cock pressed in any of my three holes."

After this bout, we sat and had a more conventional luncheon. Several minutes passed by as we ate most of the solids and downed two beers a piece. We then sat to relax on the lounges. I was half deflated, but Bert was ragingly hard. Looking at both cocks, Brigitta approached Bert asking, "may I?"

Bert pushed himself higher in the lounge as Brigitta straddled his groin. "I intend to impale myself here, but only if you don't mind, Bert," she said.

My lovely twink answered by grabbing her ass and pulling her down on his very hard rod. He impaled the redhead's pussy in a single movement. Brigitta started moving, undulating her hips on his dick. She was clearly a pro when it came to fucking and Bert seemed to be enjoying it. He started pushing up as she gyrated down. The surprising spectacle got me hard in a second and I approached Brigitta pressing my cock in her ass. She stopped for a moment, allowing me entry, and soon she was getting her second DP of the day.

We went at it with the same savagery as before, Bert and I not minding if we were hurting her as she impaled her two holes with lustful gyrations. To make a long story short, we came with minutes of difference, Bert flooding her pussy before me and I filling her ass afterwards. She climbed out and laid in the lounge next to his, her legs obscenely open and her two holes gaping and leaking cum. I glued my mouth and gave her a thorough cunt and ass licking as I left her completely clean. Unbelievably, she managed to come once again with my licking.

"You probably realize now that I am multiorgasmic, haven't you?" she asked lewdly.

"It seems rather obvious," I answered. "But I'm still hoping for more."

"Really, stud?" she asked.

"Just give me a few minutes to recover and I'll be ready."

She looked at me with those sexy grey eyes. Her hair was already matted and sweaty. Her magnificent breasts showed the marks of my fingers, deep red against her milky skin. Her chest was heaving. Her body smelled of lust, squirt and cum. Her sweat was intense and dirty, and I was loving it. "I can't wait, stud,"

Next to me, Bert was sitting with his cock, also half-mast. He grabbed my rod in his hand and started jerking me as we kissed deeply. "Let me get you hard again, Alex," he said. "I want another shot at her fantastic ass. Let her suck you. She's a great cock sucker."

"I'm game, studs," she said ogling our antics as we renewed our erections. It took less than five minutes, and we were ready for... round three? Four? Who was counting. We were ready.

I will not extend myself here, to avoid becoming repetitive. Let's just say that we went at it several times. In the water, in the lounges, even in the jeep as we picked up camp with the sun already down in the horizon. We double fucked her two more times and Bert fucked her pussy once more. We left the beach finally satiated. We stopped in a restaurant in Ano Meria, grabbed a delicious dinner and then we picked the 2CV and arrived at the resort at nearly 20:00 h, with my cock buried in Brigitta's cunt, filling her with yet another load.

The redhead kissed us both, deeply, and thanked us for a fantastic day.

AUGUST 8TH, NIGHT

We reached our room walking with our arms around our waists. Bert opened the door, and we entered. We hugged in the foyer and kissed softly. A soft knock on the door startled us and I opened to find Brigitta standing there. She had changed into civilian clothes, but she would never be able to look demure and innocent. She had a tight top wrapped on her luscious tits, her nipples almost ripping through the fabric, and a pair of tight spandex shorts hugging her below. A fantastic camel toe was visible to all. Her hair was wet from a recent shower, and she was holding a fresh tray with an unopened bottle of vodka, one of scotch, the usual accompanying drinks, ice and lemon wedges. She walked wordlessly to the veranda and set the tray in the table. She then returned, kissed us both and said, "as a thank you, guys. This is on the house." Blinking an eye she added, "I have a previous invitation, studs, Otherwise I might stay for a while," and swaying her hips seductively, she left.

"She is a wild mink, that girl," said Bert.

"She certainly is, my love," I answered asking then, "how come you fucked her pussy not once but twice?"

"I'm not turning bi now, my love," he assured me adding, "but I wanted to try it. As much for my curiosity as to see your reaction." His eyes were twinkling mischievously. "My cock had not seen the inside of a pussy in a long time, nor is it planning to do it again in the near future."

We walked giggling to the bathroom and shedding our trunks, stepped in the shower together. We had a leisure and romantic shower, lovingly lathering our bodies, rinsing with the head shower. We were playing like kids, splashing each other. I started tickling Bert and he burst in hysterical laughter. He tried to tickle me, but I had him cornered in the stall and savagely tickled him.

"STOP, STOP, PLEASE!" he begged, "I'M GONNA PEE!"

I grabbed his limp cock and tickling him further, he could not hold it any longer. A hot stream of urine shot from his soft cock, and I aimed it on my body, splashing my hairy chest and belly in his scalding stream, finalizing on the root of my cock which was beginning to engorge. The lewd smell and the warmth rapidly getting my lust running.

"I'm about to pee as well, son." I warned

He grabbed me and as I started to relieve myself, he aimed it to his chest, neck and face, bathing himself on my golden stream. It even splattered his head until it trickled down to the shower floor.

"Mmmmmmm, hot!" murmured Bert approaching me. I hugged him tightly and kissed him. Our tongues began to dance. His kiss tasted of salt, sweat and urine. His mouth, combination of cum and my pee, it felt like ambrosia.

"I love you, my dear rascal." I murmured in his ear.

"I love, you deeply, dirty old man," he answered.

We remained tightly embraced, our dicks frotting and getting hard. We restarted our cleansing and soon were done.

"Dinner?" I asked.

"I'm famished!" answered Bert. "Let's go."

He put on a weird, bright yellow thong that barely covered his hard cock and wrapped his bubble but with one strip of cloth between his globes. In the front, two thin pieces of fabric went to his shoulders and joined the one coming from his ass over his back. The effect was amazing. It was sexy, hot, lewd, indecent, and it showed off his beautiful twink body. I put on a rainbow-colored jockstrap. It had a pouch in the front where I struggled to stuff my hardon and in the back had a horizontal piece of cloth that surrounded my hips with a thong buried between my buttocks and two smaller pieces of elastic hugging my ass from below. We sported an indecent, lascivious look and unashamedly, we walked to the restaurant, our arms surrounding our waists.

When we arrived, the restaurant was quite full. It was 20:00 h. We walked to a free table to wolf whistles and applause from the attendants. The Swedish couple smiled at us. They were sitting with a younger couple, the two ladies dressed only in bikini bottoms and the two men in swimsuits. Looking around, I realized all women were topless.

We sat at a table for three and waited for the menus. The waiter brought our usual drinks, and we began to select our dinner. Discretely, the lady from the front desk came to our table and said.

"There is someone at the front desk asking for you, Mr. Armada," she whispered.

Bert stood up and walked with her. Soon he returned accompanied by a stunning oriental lady, about 4.9 and 99 pounds. She was dressed only in a bikini bottom, shiny white, that hugged her beautiful ass. Her breasts were large for her frame, and stood proudly with a pair of large, brown areolas and perky nipples. Through the bikini bottom I could glimpse her hairy bush. A tiny black purse hung from a thin golden chain from her left shoulder. She sat on the free chair and introduced herself.

Good evening, misters," her voice was throaty and deep. "I am Sabel."

"Pleasure to meet you finally, Sabel," said Bert gallantly. "This here is Alex, my partner. I'm Bert. Care to dine?"

"I'll be delighted," she answered.

Obviously Sabel was the t-girl that Bert had invited to join us. We called the waiter and Sabel ordered. I asked the waiter to hold our dinner so all three could arrive together. She ordered a San Miguel Pale Pilsen, a famous Filipino beer, and we settled to know each other.

"Tell me about you two, guys," Sabel asked.

"OK," Bert began. "I'm Bert, I'm 22 and I'm gay. I am a university student and some time ago I was having a drink in a pub near my home after school. Alex," he continued pointing at me, "entered the same bar and sat next to me. He was in a business conference and was relaxing after a hard day. We started talking and somehow, I ended in his room with his cock buried deep in me and cumming like crazy."

"I decided to stay for the weekend, and we spend the next two days getting familiar with each other," I added. "By the time I had to leave, this rascal had already stolen my heart and given me his."

"Since then, we have been living our lives in separate countries, but we travel to meet as frequently as we can," said Bert gazing at me with his gorgeous green eyes. "I'm lost in love with him," which I completed, "and I with him."

"Romantic, guys," said Sabel. "A couple of gay men, in a loving relationship like this is not frequent to find."

"Not exactly gay men, Sabel," clarified Bert. "Alex is bi. I'm gay."

"That's true, Sabel," I giggled. "I went to that bar to try to get some pussy, but it was Bert who seduced me. I wouldn't have known where to start."

"Come on, dad," said Bert between laughs, "I might have seduced you, but you let yourself be seduced!"

"Indeed, I did, son," I said.

Dinner progressed and after finishing, we walked to our room, Sabel between the two of us. The stroll through the sandy paths was interrupted several times. First, Sabel grabbing my ass and offering me her mouth which I kissed deeply. Her tongue was skilled and soon had me hard as steel, my cock head peeking above the waistline of my jockstrap. A few steps further, she placed her tiny hand on Bert's crotch, grabbing his shaft through the thin fabric, as they kissed wildly, slobbering both their faces. Closer to the room, she grabbed both our cocks, and she jerked us the rest of the way. With trembling hands, I opened the door, and we came in. On entering, Bert turned around, showing off his stiff shaft, still peeking above the fabric. Sabel groaned, "let me undress you, stud," as she expertly peeled the swimsuit from his frame. When he was naked, she kneeled in front of him and began to suck. "Mmmmmm, as delicious as I thought," she murmured.

After a few minutes, she moved to me and pulled down my jockstrap. Then she put my cock in her wet mouth and pressing a finger in my ass, started to give me a pro-level blow job. Shortly after I panted trying to prevent myself from cumming, "You are kind of overdressed, Sabel," I gasped, then I asked, "mind if I solve that?"

She stood up her full 4.9 height and rose her arms above her head. Her full rack followed suit as I kneeled in front of her grabbing her bikini bottom with two fingers pulling it down. Her bush was as wild as I had suspected and from between her legs sprang a very large, thick and hard cock that hit my nose, smearing my lips and chin in precum. It was straight like a log. Thick veins twirled around the shaft and the head was large, shiny with precum and leaking. Without a second thought, I took her in my mouth and sucked furiously. Her flavor was intense, tangy and tart and her precum was salty and fruity. Her bush reeked of male lust, with some sweat already showing. Two large balls filled her sac, heavy and full, resisting my hand caressing them. Her cock leaked abundantly in my mouth until reaching my throat and I barely managed to swallow her head. Still 2 inches remained outside my mouth, and I jerked it rapidly.

Bert was stroking his cock as he watched his dad sucking that large cock with abandon. Sabel pressed her hands on her globes and separating, invited Bert to enter. Bert put on a condom and, without lube, pushed himself inside the t-girl's ass and started fucking her. Every time he pushed in, he made her cock reach deeper in my hungry mouth.

'UNNNNNGH, YESSSSS!" she was moaning. "DON'T WORRY IF I CUM, STUD," she said to me. "I WILL BE HARD AGAIN IN NO TIME!"

I redoubled my efforts on that large instrument and soon it began to swell in my mouth. Pulling it out, I aimed it at my face, and she came with large spurts all over my nose, my lips, my forehead, my closed eyes, my bald pate. I could feel the contractions on her cock that I held tightly as her cum traveled her length pulsating in my hand and landing whenever I was aiming at the time. She seemed to be unable to stop and the amount of jism that was landing on my face soon dripped down to my hairy chest and belly until she finally stopped contracting. Her cock had barely lost any firmness and my face was a mess of cum and sweat.

She moved a little, without unsheathing Bert from the savage fuck she was getting and started to lick her cum from my face. As she finished, Bert grunted and pushed himself deeper, unloading his cum inside the condom, only to finally collapse sitting next to me.

Seeing the mess my chest was, he applied himself, licking all over, kissing my nipples, and sucking all the cum that remained on me. When he was done, we walked to the bedroom and continued to the pool where we sat for a while. My cock was partially hard, Bert was almost full mast, and Sabel's cock was breaking the surface, with her nut-sized head purple and rabidly erect.

"That was a good start, studs," said Sabel. "How do you want to move from here?"

Bert moved over and said, "let me grab some condoms."

"Be my guest, Bert," said Sabel. "I'm clean, I always fuck with rubbers with very few exceptions."

"Exceptions?" I wondered aloud. "Which exceptions?"

"When I share myself with stable couples, Alex, like you two for example," she said. "If that is the case, I offer to go raw if the partners feel like it and are also clean."

Bert came back with our results and Sabel extricated hers from her tiny purse and we checked them. None were older than two weeks.

With that hurdled passed, Bert decided to take the challenge and, opening his ass, offered it to Sabel. The T girl looked at it hungrily and aiming at his rosebud asked, "soft or rough?"

"Just plow it in, darling," said Bert, "I'll soon let you know."

Sabel sank her weapon in one movement which brought out a gasp from Bert. His ass was distended and tightly hugging the welcome invader. He started to move back and forward rapidly and roughly to which Sabel responded by grasping his hip and started a savage fuck session with my beloved twink.

Their bodies were crashing loudly with each other, water was splashing around us, and I was getting hard again. Bert was fully hard as well and I needed something up my ass. Crawling in front of Bert, I opened my cheeks offering him entrance. I heard Sabel stopping and allowing Bert to ram his cock in me, and once I engulfed him she restarted her wild movements, pushing my dear twink deep in my ass. My overworked prostate was making its protest known by pushing glob after glob of precum through my shaft. Bert was moaning loudly and Sabel was fucking him like an animal.

We had orgasmed not long before so this session would be longer. The movements continued wildly, no contemplation made. Bert was reaching my depths tingling all my nerves, his red-hot cock scalding my innards. My cock was painfully hard, and Bert took hold of it with a tight grip. He was not jerking it. My prick fucked his hand thanks to the pushing and shoving that was taking place behind me.

We kept at it for several minutes, but Sabel was getting more random, less coordinated, and soon she pushed that incredible weapon deep inside my twink's ass and unloaded there with a grunt.

"YESSSSSSS! CUMMMMMMMING! GREAT, TIGHT ASSSSSSS!" she complimented Bert.

He pulled off me and I turned around. "Close to cumming, my dear?" I asked.

"No, daddy," he panted. I went to his back and saw his ass wildly gaping with a large glob of cum dripping out. I rimmed him, licking all I could before returning to his mouth where we swapped cum around our tongues. Sabel's weapon had left Bert's chute defeated and partially deflated as she sat in front of us, mated hair framing her cherubic face and rivulets of sweat dripping through her rack. She sat on the border of the pool, with only her feet in the water, and began to stroke her weapon. Amazingly, I could see it getting hard once again.

"Whose cock you want inside now, Alex?" she asked. "Bert's or mine?"

"Yours, if Bert doesn't mind, Sabel," I answered moving to the bed. "Just let me suck it for a little, will you?"

She came close to me with that fantastic weapon already hard and I took it in my mouth. It tasted familiar with Bert's ass flavor adorning it and her bush was covered in Bert's and her sweat. It smelled of raw sex. I licked it for a while, and then said, "go ahead, Sabel. I'm ready."

Sabel quickly set herself in position and without mercy, rammed that beastly thing inside my ass. It was the first time I got fucked so savagely and by such a large organ. Immediately she began to seesaw on my chute, making my eyes see bright lights.

"GOD, IT'S SO BIIIIIIIG!" I panted. "KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP!"

Bert came to me and began to kiss me and jerk me. Sabel was fucking me as if there was no tomorrow and my cock was happily bouncing around as my ass got plowed repeatedly. It was wild, it was exciting and oh, so pleasurable.

Trying to check Sabel's control, I started to clench my ass with strong contractions. "Beware, Alex," she said. "You don't want me to lose control." I paid no attention and increased the tempo and strength of my contractions.

"UNGHHHHHHH! YESSSSSS!" she moaned, and it was the moment that the roughest fuck I had ever gotten was started. Her organ was pistoning my ass with savage strength and speed. My grunts were barely silenced in Bert's mouth. My ass hurt with the repeated invasion, dilated to the point of breaking and filling my senses with the most intense pleasure. My cock was swelling beyond known levels, and I was feeling a huge orgasm approaching. Sabel's long nails were digging my ass cheeks, scratching deeply and leaving bloody marks. Her movements were completely wild, violent, and she was grunting unintelligible words. Her cock was reaching the depths of my bowels, and my orgasm was getting closer and closer.

Bert's other hand began to caress my sac and that did it for me. Braying like a donkey I came as hard as I had ever cummed. My semen spurted out painfully from my bloated cock, bathing Bert's hand and his belly. My muscles were contracting uncontrollably as Sabel continued to plunge her monster inside me, prolonging my pleasure but my muscles clenching and the friction they induced became too much. With a loud groan, she kept her cock buried in my ass as she released another huge load in my bowels. The scalding fluid was painting my innards, and I felt so full I couldn't believe it. Her orgasm seemed to last for a full minute, continuously spurting more and more spunk deep inside me until finally, she relaxed and pulled out. I fell on the bed and turned around. The gorgeous t-girl was still kneeling there, her cock twitching and deflating before my eyes, the nut-sized head shiny with her cum as I felt a large amount leaking from my mistreated ass into our sheets. On my other side, Bert laid down, his belly and torso bathed in my jism. Trembling a little, Sabel crawled on top of him and hungrily licked all my cum from my twink's body. She then laid between us.

"Alex, I have to confess I had never cummed that hard with a client." Sabel panted. "Your ass is something out of this world. The way you contract your muscles... What can I say, Bert is a lucky guy."

"I'm lucky for plenty more things, Sabel," said Bert.

"I know, sweetheart," she said, "and I envy you for it."

She sounded a little sad and my sentimental persona felt bad for her. I hugged her tightly and murmured, "you'll find something like this or better, Sabel. Don't you worry."

"I can see why Bert fell for you in such a way, Alex," said Sabel.

"How do you know so much, girl," I asked.

"We chatted for a long time before the trip, dad," said Bert. "I told her our story, the real one," adding for my benefit, "what I said at the restaurant was just to keep our story for others."

"Meaning how we really met?" I asked.

"Including you picking my ad, the trip, the way we ended our first meeting, how you planned this for us..." Bert said.

"You have heard only half of the story, Sabel," I retorted. "I'm not so good at storytelling but suffice it to say that by the time I left that first escapade I had already fallen in love with Bert. It only took my dim and stupid mind too long to finally recognize it." I continued, "Bert has brought something to my life that I utterly lacked." I added. "A soul that shares everything with mine, a heart that makes mine swell with pride and love... I can't really put it into words."

"That is why I envy you two, guys," she said. "You have the real thing. Don't waste it."

We remained quiet for a while. Then Bert asked. "Anyone thirsty?"

"What do you have?" asked Sabel.

"I ordered a service of vodka, scotch and rum," said Bert. "It should be in the living room."

"What is the lady's command?" I asked.

"Rum and coke if you don't mind," she said with sudden coquettishness. I went to the living room and prepared the three drinks. On returning to the bedroom, I couldn't find them, but I heard voices in the veranda. I moved there and found them. From my vantage point I could see Sabel. Her gorgeous body was silhouetted against a full moon low in the sky. Her hips narrow, her hair wild, and her legs stretching to the floor. Slowly she turned and showed off her gorgeous cock, unsurprisingly hard. Bert was laying in one of the chairs, slowly jerking his hard meat as I approached.

"You are a sight for sore eyes, Sabel," I complimented her. "How do you manage to keep a body like that?"

"In order of happening, an expensive plastic surgeon in Berlin, a thorough session of laser in Paris, and a lot of gym work in Mykonos," she said proudly. "No diet, though."

"How old are you, if you don't mind my asking?" Bert said.

"I don't mind at all," she said swaying that gorgeous body. "How old do you think I am?"

Before I could answer, Bert said, "Not a day over 23, I'm sure."

I had noticed her hands had some visible veins and there were very tiny wrinkles in the edges of her eyes but said nothing. I guessed she was more in her mid-thirties.

"I'm flattered, Bert," she said, "but no. I'm 39, I think."

"Now it's my turn to ask," I said, wondering about the 'I think' part. "How can you recover so fast at 39? I couldn't do it when I was 26." I said with some envy.

"That I cannot say, Alex," she said. "Since the first time I got hard, I masturbated and came, and it worked just like now." She continued. "Well, not exactly like now, back then I wouldn't get soft at all."

"Tell us more, Sabel," asked Bert.

"I started having sex very early in my life, guys," she said. "I was a kid from the streets. Never knew my parents or family. I lived in Bacolod, in Negros Occidental Province. I always walked around with a hardon and had to hide to jerkoff a lot. Soon, one of the homeless girls caught me and asked me to fuck her which I did. In no time I was fucking other street youngsters, boys and girls, and having the time of my life."

She sipped her drink before continuing. "I can't tell how many times I was having sex in a day, but it was a lot. Other boys or girls used to pay me with food, or some money they had gotten their hands on, and I was getting better fed because of that. Somehow, an old lady found out and went looking for me. She found me in a back alley, fucking the shit out of another homeless girl and she sat to watch. When we were done and I had pulled out of the girl's reeking cunt she gazed at my meat, fully hard, and took me to her place offering to pay for my education as long as I was available to fuck her. It was heaven. I went to school where I got a lot of pussy and ass, and at home, I was fucking that old lady several times a day. I managed to finish high school before I got the first cock up my ass."

Another sip later she continued. "The lady was a real whore. She was loaded in money. She fucked me repeatedly. She brought men home to fuck her and for me to fuck. Her husband was as lecherous as her. He brought women to have orgies and always invited me to join. He was the one that decided my ass needed training. He offered me his ass first and I fucked him to a huge orgasm. The next day he came to my room for his revenge. He pushed his large rod in my ass and fucked me raw, wild, and savage, and I came twice, remaining hard as usual. That day I found out I could enjoy sex in a wider variety of combinations."

More sipping later she went on. "When I finished high school, I had decided I wanted to become a t-girl. The lady agreed and brought me to Berlin. We met a renowned plastic surgeon, and she paid him to put these babies on," she said grabbing her tits. "We then traveled to Paris, and I got all my body hair lasered out. Then I returned to the Philippines. I went through college and then university, but my real interest was sex."

She looked to the sky and finished, "I worked for a few years, saved a wad of cash and came to Europe. I settled in Athens for a while, but I heard the action was in the Cyclades, so I moved here 12 years ago and here I am. I own two condo's that pay me a handsome income, I work in software development from my home, getting well paid, and I make a lot more money whoring around."

The story was getting us hard again and we decided to skinny dip.

Sabel was first in the water, splashing around and standing on the bottom with the water up to her knees. Bert followed her somersaulting with a little splash. I was the last, crunching my legs to my torso and making a huge splash as I landed on the water. We all laughed heartily and soon were enmeshed in a hot, lewd embrace.

Our embrace turned to play when I started tickling Bert who was prodigiously hard. He laughed loudly and Sabel and I teamed up. We were so savage that once again he started to pee. Sabel aimed his hard cock and got his hot, golden stream all over her face and tits. I grabbed her ass and mashed my lips to hers. Her mouth tasted of cum and Bert's urine. Her body drenched in seawater and pee was sliding on mine. When I had my fill of her mouth, I began to tickle her, and Bert followed suit.

"STOP, STOP, GUYS!" she said laughing hysterically. "If you want a golden shower from me, just ask."

Bert took her bluff and grabbed her hard cock aiming it at himself. With a little effort she began to release a strong, hot stream out of the tip of that gorgeous weapon. We bathed each other with the yellow fluid. As with her ejaculations, she seemed to be able to pee a lot. When she was relieved, both looked at me with mischievous eyes.

"No, no, no," I said moving away, but I was no match for the two younger ones. They easily caught up with me and started to torture me with tickling. I was laughing loudly, and I couldn't hold it. I began to pee, and they bathed each other my urine. It was so nasty and dirty that it got me, again, completely hard.

Sabel turned around, mashing her stinking body with mine and kissing me wildly. Holding herself on my neck, she jumped me and wrapped her lithe legs around my waist. Her huge cock was pressed between our bodies and her ass was resting on my prick. Grabbing her bottom, I pulled her down and entered her ass in a single motion.

Sabel gasped and began to rock up and down. In a few minutes, she looked at Bert. He was watching intently, wanking his meat. With puppy eyes, she told him. "I can accommodate you as well, stud. Come fuck me."

Bert approached her as I stood still with my cock deep in her tight ass. I felt her relaxing it and soon, Bert's dick was entering her, getting tightly mashed against mine. When he finally was balls deep inside, Sabel began to lift herself with her arms in my neck as leverage and she then began to fuck herself wildly on the two poles invading her ass.

Bert's cock was insanely hot, rubbing furiously against mine. Sabel's ass was scalding me as I moved in unison with my twink. Expertly, Sabel turned a little and, passing one arm around Bert's neck, she held on to him and with one leg held by each of us she began to fuck herself. She alternated her mouth on my lips and Bert's, tongue twirling with ours and in occasions, kissing us both.

With her incredible stamina, Sabel was the first to come. Releasing her hold on our necks, she let herself fall on our cocks burying them deeply as her weapon twitched wildly spurting semen over our trunks, the sea, and herself. We were not near to cumming, and we continued to piston in and out of her distended ass, which was still clenching.

Sabel's dick had lost a little firmness but in a few minutes was once again, hard as a rock. I marveled at her stamina and redoubled my efforts, feeling the beginning of a tingle deep in my balls. My sac was glued to the base of my cock, and I knew I was close.

"CUMMING!" I yelled a few minutes later, as my orgasm swept over me. My pelvic muscles contracted painfully, and I began to shoot a large load in Sabel's bowels, bathing Bert's prick in the process. My orgasm lasted almost a minute, and I began to quickly deflate, leaving her delicious ass to Bert's ministrations.

Sabel turned around, facing me and holding herself in my neck. Bert was ravaging her freshly lubricated ass with a concentrated look that I knew fairly well. He was not about to cum, but he was trying to last longer. Sabel was kissing me wildly, her cock bumping with my belly and smearing more precum on me.

Once again, Sabel reached her cusp and grunting, bathed my body in her copious cum. It landed on my neck, chest and belly, dripping down. The last few strands landed on my semi-hard prick. Bert continued to fuck that abused ass. Sabel's cock lost a little firmness but the unstopping stimulation of Bert's tube inside her chute was bringing it back to life.

But Bert was reaching his limit. With that lovely crunching of his face, he blared. "CUMMING! I'M GONNA FILL YOUR ASS!" and his muscles began to spasm. His cock swelled inside Sabel's ass, and he shot his load as deep as he could reach. Sabel was still twitching after her second cum and could not hold herself. When Bert pulled out, I was left holding her tiny weight in my arms. She was panting, licking my neck and my ear, begging me, "take me to the chairs, please, stud."

I carried her tiny body and deposited it on the lounge chair. I refreshed her drink and offered it to her. She was laying on the lounge chair, softly panting and grasped the glass thankfully. After a large gulp, she smacked her lips and said.

"You two are a wild thing, studs," she gasped. "I don't remember ever cumming two times as hard as this time." She breathed deeply a couple of times and finished, "and I'm not saying that as part of my act/service. You really took a lot out of me."

I looked at her cock and it was the most flaccid I had ever seen it that night. It was still engorged but it was not rising but resting across the top of one of her gorgeous thighs, leaking some cum, and still looking menacing.

Bet kneeled next to her and kissed her organ. She groaned and took another gulp.

We then sat for a while on the lounges, Sabel on one, and me on the other with Bert laying on top of me. We were also gasping for air, both our cocks were completely flaccid. We refreshed our drinks and began to sip silently. The moon was already high, shimmering in the quiet waters of the little cove. Some birds were singing in the mangroves, and small splashes could be heard in the water. Maybe some fish had come to feed on the cum still floating there. Bert's body reeked of urine, semen and sweat; and I knew I wasn't faring any better. Looking him in the eyes, he smiled, knowing what I was thinking and shrugging, he kissed me. For a while, being stinky and dirty was perfectly adequate.

Bert murmured in my ear, "I'm gonna switch places with her, dad," he smiled. "Make her feel special."

Bert stood up and went into the room pretending he was going to do something. I talked to Sabel. "Want to come and lay here?"

She looked at me with piercing eyes and smiled. Silently, she walked the few feet and laid with her belly on top of me. I passed my arms around her and grabbed her globes, her hard prick pressed between our bodies. Bert returned and found us like that.

He put down a bottle in the little table and kneeled next to us. Softly, he kissed Sabel's perfectly round ass eliciting a quiet moan from her lips. He then took the bottle and poured some of its content on Sabel's back. It was a massage lotion, fragrant with smell of coconuts and hibiscus. Bert started a sensuous massage on the gorgeous skin, and I could hear her moaning and her cock starting to leak.

Sabel's eyes were closed and from my vantage point I could see Bert going to town with an erotic massage going from her feet to the back of her neck. Every time he reached her bottom; he would spread her globes and press a finger until reaching her rose bud. Sabel began to undulate her lithe body, frotting her already hard cock against mine which was rapidly regaining strength.

Bert then straddled her legs and pressed his cock against her crack. Automatically, Sabel rose her hips giving him entrance and Bert began to fuck her once again. I could feel his movements as every push in would make Sabel to slide a little over me, mashing our cocks deliciously.

This was a sensuous fuck, slow and intense. Sabel began to kiss me, her tongue reaching unashamedly every nook and cranny of my mouth. She was gasping, mingling her breath with mine and moaning intensely.

Suddenly she pressed back against Bert and put herself in four. The change in position put her mouth directly above my hard cock and she swallowed it hungrily. Bert increased his tempo, and all softness and slowness were thrown out the window.

"FUCK, FUCK, LOVE THIS TIGHT ASS!" Bert was yelling as Sabel grunted through a mouthful of cock. My cockhead was well past her throat and her nose was buried in my bush. She was inhaling the dirty combination of aromas I was covered in, and she didn't seem to mind at all.

"Don't stop, Sabel," I begged. "I'm about to cum."

She continued her marvelous blowjob until I couldn't take it anymore. I shot my third? load inside her throat in urgent spurts until I was drained.

Bert pulled her up which showed her cock. It was red, swollen and flushed, soaked in precum and twitching wildly. I changed positions and facing the menacing organ, I took it in my mouth as Bert was ravaging that competent ass.

In no time I got Sabel's cock as deep as I could, and she began to face fuck me with lightning movements. Her grunts were loud and bestial, and Bert's movements were gaining in violence and roughness.

We continued for a few more minutes, but it was not meant to last for longer. With a deep grunt, Sabel pushed her cock deeper in me and shot another of her gigantic loads directly to my stomach. For once I was grateful it was not only inside my mouth, or I would have choked. Her discharge of hot, sticky semen down my throat completed the work and got me fully hard. As she came down from the heights of her orgasm, Bert shot another large load up her ass, taking almost a full minute to complete.

Both youngsters were satisfied, and I was hard as steel. Seeing the angry red head, Sabel took me in her mouth and soon Bert joined forces. I got another incredible double blowjob that got me splashing over their faces, leaving me weak and drained.

I sat on one lounge and Bert laid on top of me. We were all panting and could do nothing else but finish our drinks. After ten minutes, we decided to take a shower.

We crammed together in the shower stall, and I turned the water on. It splashed on our bodies from all directions, and we lovingly lathered each other, using the process as an excuse for groping and caressing. Sabel, of course, immediately became hard and Bert and I kneeled in front of her, admiring her formidable weapon. Without a word, we started a double blowjob on the lovely t-girl and tag teamed her until she came all over our faces. Boy, this girl could cum. I had lost count of how many times she had shot a load, but it was always the same. Huge volume, hot, sticky, salty and a little fruity. She trembled as her cum soaked our faces until she finished. Bert and I licked our faces and stood up kissing and swapping cum between us. Sabel soon joined us, and we passed cum between all three oral cavities until we were completely clean.

We repeated the cleaning, being careful not to get her hard again. Slowly her cock deflated, and we finally left the shower. With all the towels available, we dried each other. Looking at my clock, I marveled at the time. It was a little over midnight, so we decided to call it a day and finally we were ready to sleep.

We walked back to the bed where I laid down with Sabel on one side and Bert on the other. They placed their heads on my chest, softly twirling their fingers in my body hair until sleep claimed us.

AUGUST 9TH, MORNING.

As usual, I woke up at the crack of dawn. My lovely twink was deeply asleep, entwined with Sabel's body. I silently left the bed and after doing my morning ablutions, I donned a new speedo. This one was rabidly pink, very tight in the front, and the back had a small triangle that sank between my buttocks lewdly. I returned to the bedroom to find Sabel silently walking to the bathroom. Her cock was soft, hanging down well below her sac, the head covered by her foreskin. Its sheer size still made it look threatening. Bert was still asleep, so I went with her to the bathroom.

"Don't worry about anything, Alex," she said. "Bert already settled my fee," then she added, "I had a fantastic time, stud. I could have done it for free but I'm a working girl."

She dressed in her bikini bottom, pushing her flaccid organ between her legs, and put on the bikini top that she had pulled out of her tiny purse. As she was walking out, I asked her to wait for me.

I left a note telling Bert I would be back soon and walked with Sabel to the parking lot.

"Do you need a taxi?" I asked.

"Not at all, Alex," she said. "I drove myself here."

We walked to her car, a VW new beetle, convertible, painted in a blinding shade of yellow. She kissed me goodbye and asked me to give her regards to Bert. I kissed her back and she drove away. I returned then to the front desk.

The same girl was working this shift. "Good morning, Mr. Gølliksen," she greeted me. "You look happy and well today," she added with a naughty smile.

I smiled in return and said, "Thank you, miss. You look gorgeous as usual," I added. Then I asked, "I have two questions. Did you find us a hotel in Madrid?"

"Yes, Mr. Gølliksen," she answered. "I would recommend Axel Hotel in El barrio de las Letras."

"Is it LGBTQ+ friendly?" I asked wanting to make sure.

"Let me put it this way, Mr Gølliksen," she answered, smirking. "As you enter the hotel there's a sign that says We are heterosexual friendly" she smiled.

"It seems the adequate choice then, miss." I answered with a smile. "Can you book us for the 11th and 12th?

"Sure, Mr Gølliksen. Will you be using the same credit card?"

"Yes, miss." I answered.

"Perfect," she said. "I'll email you the confirmation the moment we receive it."

I thanked her again and then she asked, "you had two questions, Mr. Gølliksen. What else can I help you with?"

"Are there any liberal sailing excursions available?" I asked. "I mean, boat sailing where we..."

The girl interrupted me with a knowing smile, "where you could indulge in something more than mere sightseeing, yes I understand and yes, there are plenty."

"Can I see the offers?" I asked.

She took out several brochures and after browsing around, I picked one. "I think this one, miss."

"Do you want a private tour for the two of you or sharing with other people?" she asked

"For the two of us, please," I answered.

"Mr. Armada is a lucky man, Mr. Gølliksen if you don't mind my saying," she smiled.

"I don't mind your saying at all, miss," I answered with a smile, "and I am the lucky one."

She smiled and made a few calls. In 5 minutes, we had the reservation for that day. I spoke to the crew and after a few questions, to make sure we understood each other, we agreed to meet at the Manto Mavrogenous square at 11:00 sharp. The tour included snorkeling gear, all you can drink premium bar, typical Greek snacks, a scrumptious lunch, towels, etc. At 900 dollars apiece, I found it reasonably priced. With the reservation paid and stored in my phone, I returned to the room.

When I opened the door, I found my adorable man sitting in the small living room, whacking away at his tablet. He was, of course, gloriously naked, and a vodka on the rocks rested next to him.

"Good morning, my sweet angel," I said, hugging and kissing him.

"Good morning, my love," he answered in kind. "What were you doing?"

"Finishing a few plans I wanted to secure," I said as I walked to the veranda to pour a scotch for me. Then I returned and sat next to him.

"I love those trunks, Alex," he said ogling me unashamedly. "You look hot in them."

I laughed and said, "first, we have a sailing excursion planned for today. We will meet the crew downtown and they will sail us around the island." I said, as his eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Only us?" he asked

"Only us, darling," I answered.

"Clothes optional?" he insisted.

"Completely optional," I smiled

"Sex with my bear included?" he then asked lewdly.

"As much as I can manage, in the water, on deck, wherever." I said.

"What would the crew think?" he said

"I neither know nor care, my love," I said. "As a matter of fact, I asked specifically about this possibility as I made the reservation. They assured me we would not be the first couple to engage in sex in their excursion nor were we likely to be the last."

"COOL" he said sounding more convinced.

"I have something else to tell you, Bert." I said.

He looked at me inquiringly.

"You know we had a long layover in Madrid on our way back." I said

"Yes, eleven hours, I think," he retorted.

"Yep," I said adding, "I believe three hours from here to Madrid plus 11 hours waiting for the next flight and then flying 10 hours back home will leave us destroyed, darling," I said.

"So, what would we do?" he asked.

"I changed the return flight from Madrid and booked us a hotel there," I said adding, "unfortunately there were no flights for the 12th, so I had to take the one on the 13th. We will stay two nights in Madrid in a nice small hotel."

"Two extra nights with my love in yet another country," he said. "I must have done something pretty good to get this kind of reward."

"Don't you have any changes to make seeing you will arrive home two days later than expected?" I asked.

"Nothing at all, Alex," he responded. "I am free until the 25th."

"Good," I said. "Let's grab breakfast and idle until it's time to leave."

Bert rushed out of bed and went to get dressed. Since we would be going to the yacht immediately after breakfast, he chose a red thong as his swimsuit. His buttocks were left free for anyone to admire, and the front had a small pouch that was straining to hold his equipment, even while soft. I wondered how it would manage once he got hard.

"Hahaha," I laughed. "I can't wait to see that thingy struggling with your hardon later on!"

Bert laughed as well, and putting on a sheer pink robe, we left for the restaurant. When we arrived, we bumped with Franco and his cousins. Giacomo greeted us, Pietro gave us a peck in our cheeks while Leonardo hugged us in turn. Franco wolf whistled.

"What are your plans today? if you don't mind my asking," said Franco adding, "you look ready for some naughty fun."

I looked at Bert and he answered, "Alex is taking me to a private cruise around the island," and after giving me a peck in my lips he added, "I just wanted to be ready for the trip."

"Alex looks ready as well, Bert," said Giacomo caressing my ass. "Tell us afterward how it went."

"Will do, Giacomo," assured Bert. "Will do."

We grabbed a quick breakfast and took the car to Charo. We arrived at Manto Mavrogenous square with fifteen minutes to spare. We parked the car, bought a couple of beers and sat to wait.

At 11:00 sharp two men approached us, asking, "Bert and Alex?"

"Yep," answered my beloved twink. "Me Bert, he Alex."

The guys smiled and said, "nice," said the younger one, adding, "me Zinon, he Vlassis. We will be your crew today."

"Shall we go?" asked Vlassis and we followed them.

Both were in their mid to late twenties, fit and trim, 5.2 or 5.3 feet tall and about 140 pounds. Both had wild black hair, youthful faces, and deep black eyes. Both were dressed in tight black trunks and a white t-shirt with a word embroidered in golden Greek letters: 'λαγνεία'

They guided us to the pier where a beautiful cutter was moored. It was completely painted in white with accents in deep blue. The Greek word repeated itself in both sides of the bow, in gold lettering, and in the stern of the boat, with transliteration in western alphabet: 'Lagneia'. Vlassis welcomed us onboard. "Good morning, Alex, Bert. Welcome aboard the Lagneia. As you know, we have an open premium bar, we have plenty of high-class snacks, and we will be serving lunch whenever you fill like it."

Zinon added, "We will be sharing duties as pilots and foot men, serving your drinks and bringing your snacks. The meal will be served top sail, inside the superstructure."

Vlassis finished, "the tour is around 6 hours, but this is extremely flexible. Since you booked a private tour, we can accommodate any schedule of yours within reason."

They gave us the tour around the boat. The superstructure held a small dining room set for four, and a couple of sofas, with a plasma TV on the front wall. It was also painted white, and the furniture was dark oak wood with white upholstery. Plenty of cushions, also white, were spread all over the small area.

Behind the superstructure was the poop deck with several lounge chairs interspersed with small tables. Shiny teak wood covered the deck. Two large ice chests were located at each side of the door and on the right, a small bar with four stools rested under the breeze. Behind the barm a narrow stairs went to the lower decks. Above the superstructure was the bridge with several pieces of very modern equipment. Also, there were two throttles for the engines.

"We will mainly sail without the engines," clarified Zinon, "but we have them just in case."

"Very reassuring, Zinon," I said.

Vlassis said, "clothes are optional in this tour, particularly since it is a private cruise," adding, "we won't mind in the least."

Bert suggested, "in order to keep it friendly, you're welcome to shed your clothes as well, if you want."

Zinon looked at Bert with understanding eyes and turned to Vlassis. "We might, Bert," Vlassis said. "Let Zinon take us out of the harbor first." With this, he went to the bar and soon returned to the side where we were watching the undocking procedure. Vlassis handed me a Scotch on the rocks and a vodka on the rocks for Bert.

"I took the liberty to contact your resort and ask for your drinks of choice," he said to Bert's questioning look. "It's our usual kind of service."

"Good service indeed," said Bert sipping his vodka.

"I'll leave you here for a while," Vlassis said. "I'll go help Zinon with the undocking."

As we were left alone, I asked Bert. "What do you think?"

"I feel like a billionaire sailing out for fun, Alex," answered my darling twink. "Thank you very much for this experience." Then he asked. "I hope you didn't mind my asking Vlassis to take their clothes off, Alex. I won't feel very comfortable laying in the nude being waited by two dressed guys."

"I understand, darling," I assured him, "and I don't mind a little bit."

The moorings were soon released and the sails placed on the wind. The Lagneia departed majestically from the quay and aimed for the open sea. When Mykonos was about 2 miles away, Vlassis returned.

"You can undress now if you want," he said.

"I don't want to force you," said Bert, "but aren't you going to follow suit?"

"Before I answer, I want you two to know a couple of things," said Vlassis. "First, Zinon and I are owners-operators. The boat is ours, and we actually live in it."

"That's great, Vlassis," I said. "I envy you."

Vlassis smiled and continued, "second, the name of the boat, the Lagneia, loosely translates as Lust. Make of that whatever you want," he said blinking an eye. "And third, Zinon and I are an open bi-couple. If, after learning all this, you still invite us to go nude, we will, but at your own risk," he finished with a lewd smile.

I looked at Bert and I could see the little wheels whirling in his mind as he smiled. "We still invite you to go nude, Vlassis," I said. "It will make us fill like we are sailing with a couple of friends." Bert was already hard and his cock was peeking indecently above the waistline of those absurd and sexy trunks he was wearing.

"ZINON!" yelled Vlassis. "THEY'RE GAME!"

"OK!" came the voice from the bridge. 'I'LL PUT THE LAGNEIA ON AUTO FOR THE FIRST DESTINATION AND I'LL COME DOWN SOON!"

Without any hint of modesty, Vlassis peeled his shirt showing a toned trunk, with moderate musculature and then dropped his speedos. His body was very hairy, with a dark mat covering his chest and abdomen extending down to his genitals. He didn't trim his groin. It had a thick, wild mane of black curly hairs and from then, a large, soft cock hanged well below his sack which was also hairy and looked heavy and full. We followed suit and immediately the three of us were dressed in our Adam's suits. A few seconds later Zinon came down, already undressed. He had the absolute look of a twink. His bare chest and belly showed no muscles bulging but he looked strong enough anyway. His perfectly smooth and hairless skin was taut over his toned body, with a trimmed bush in the shape of a semicircle adorning the top of a completely shaved dick and sac. In his face, a hint of a beard. He was beginning to get engorged, and his cock was rising from his sack. It looked big, thick and yummy and I started to respond to the visual stimuli. Bert, as usual, was already hard. Zinon had two sheets of paper in his hand and showed them to us. They were HIV Ab/Ag tests of both, showing negative results.

"Are you strictly gay, guys?" Zinon asked directly as if he had shown us nothing.

"He's bi, I'm gay," said Bert.

"And what kind of relationship joins you two?" asked Vlassis. "Sorry to ask, but the age difference seems wide between you two."

"It is, Vlassis," I said, and Bert added, "we have a wonderful March-December love relationship, but we also are an open couple." Then he said, "if I tell you some of the things we have done on this trip, you will not believe us." As he said that, he was approaching me and soon we were wrapped in a tight embrace, kissing deeply, our tongues dancing a wild cha-cha, slobbering all over our lips.

"Mind if we join?" asked Zinon with a husky voice. Separating my face from Bert's I glanced at them and they were fully hard. Zinon's weapon was, as expected, large and thick, sporting a nut-sized, red head shiny with fluids. Vlassis' cock was a sight to behold. Very long and thick, menacingly pointing to the sky, with an amazingly large head, deep purple, already leaking a little bit of precum. I looked at Bert and, licking his lips, he nodded.

Both Greek guys came next to us, and we hugged in a confusing mix of arms and bodies. Someone's hands were caressing my hairy back, twirling fingers on my body hairs, as another was grasping my cock, jerking me to full hardness. I was still kissing Bert and another mouth pressed on my left ear. I felt a tongue caressing my ear and then entering the canal. It was lewd, arousing and very pleasant. Another hand was grabbing my ass and insinuating a finger between my buttocks, pressing on my asshole. I relaxed it, inviting the entry but it was removed. My hands roamed laazily on Vlassis' body, twirling his thick body hair.

Suddenly, Bert and I were alone again. Looking around, we saw the two Greeks lewdly kissing and groping each other. Bert begged me, "make love to me, Alex, please," and he laid on his back on one of the lounges, opening his buttocks with his hands. His rosy ass was pulsating in anticipation and his cock was as hard as ever. I kneeled between his legs and aimed my weapon to his entry.

I pushed swiftly inside my loved twink's ass and started a rapid fucking motion that was responded with increased urgency by Bert. Soon Zinon kneeled on one side and took Bert's cock in his mouth and started to throat him repeatedly. Vlassis straddled Bert's chest and my twink began to go home sucking his large cock. It was hot, not only because of the sun shining on us, shimmering in the deep blue waters of the Aegean Sea, but because of the sounds our bodies were making, the slaps of aroused skin against aroused skin, the lewd grunts, the lascivious moans, and indecent yelps, as the sounds of seagulls flying alongside accompanying our sailing to the waters of sarkikos and the wind rustled on Lagneia's sails. It was a liberating experience, sharing with these two young guys a sex-session with my other half.

All good things must come to an end. Bert's moans were louder and his movements wilder until he clenched his muscles as a large wave of pleasure washed over him. He spurted his large load deep in Zinon's throat and the young guy didn't waste a single drop. When he rose, his lips were swollen, his face flushed, and his eyes shining with a wild light. When he stood up, his cock hit my cheek, smearing some precum in it. I was close to cumming, and this touch made it for me. Braying loudly, I filled Bert's ass with a large load that spurted around my cock as his muscles keep on clenching. Zinon was standing in my back, caressing my globes and asked, "may I?"

"YES, ZINON!" I yelled, "GO AHEAD AND FUCK ME!"

It was all the invitation he needed and without waiting, pressed his nut-sized head on my ass and pushed in. I was still riding my orgasm, and I pushed back. Timing his entry flawlessly between two of my powerful contractions, Zinon sank his tool in a single movement until his body was pressed on my buttocks. This prolonged and intensified my orgasm, and I continued shaking crazily, "YEEEEESSSSSSS! OH, YESSSSSSSS! FFFFFFFUCK!" Bert rose from his orgasm-induced stupor and glued his mouth to mine, silencing me but kissing me with lust and love, sending my nerves into overload. Zinon was primed and not one minute after entering me, he sent a deluge of semen deep in my chute. This increased my pleasure even further and I nearly fainted besides Bert. My entire body was shaking in obscene pleasure. Vlassis' cock was next to us, menacingly hard. Bert set himself in four and opening his chute, welcomed the huge invader that entered him in a single swoop. After just four or five pushes, Vlassis also came, flooding Bert's ass with a second load. Both were trembling and fell next to each other. Zinon sat next to me and said.

"That's a deliciously tight ass you have, Alex. I've hardly found a mature man better suited than you." He kissed my lips and then murmured, "I need that cock of yours buried in my ass as soon as you can arrange it."

Bert said, "he might surprise you, boy," and added smiling "his stamina is remarkable, him being 60 and all."

"Dare to be in the middle between Zinon and I?" asked Vlassis.

"I'm game," I said adding, "but I'll be thankful if you wait a while," as I panted towards my recovery. My cock was semi-hard, my head uncovered, and streaks of semen bathed its side.

"Do you mind, Bert?" asked Vlassis approaching my cock.

"Be my guest, Vlassis," said Bert as he took Zinon in his mouth. Both Greek men had barely lost any hardness.

When Zinon was clean, Vlassis laid on the deck and pulled the Greek youth to him. Zinon lowered himself on Vlassis, in an inverted cowboy position for us to see, and impaled himself in that huge monster. His ass dilated as it received the invader with obvious familiarity and soon, he was bouncing on top of Vlassis. His cock, hard as steel, bounced with his movements splattering his precum all over us. We were sitting mere inches from the action.

The stimulus had Vlassis primed and soon we could see his perineum convulsing as his sac went tight against the base of his cock which was buried deeply in Zinon's chute, obviously filling it with cum. His orgasm was silent, but his muscles were clenched to an alarming degree as he emptied himself inside his partner's ass. When all was said and done, Zinon unmounted and dropped on his belly, gaping ass leaking cum and panting breath punctuating his words. "I can never get enough of that monster," he said.

Bert crawled to Zinon and began to rim him as I took Vlassis partially deflated cock in my mouth and sucked it as deeply as I dared. Around two inches were left outside when his cock was already past my throat. I licked and kissed the gorgeous weapon until he was completely clean.

"Amazing, Alex," said Vlassis. "Very few people can swallow me like that."

"I'll do better, Vlassis," said my twink. "You'll see soon enough."

I laughed and said, "now I really need a moment to recover, guys."

"I'll bring some snacks and some drinks, guys," said Vlassis.

"Only if you pour some drinks for you two as well, Vlas," said Bert with his knack for nicknames. "You don't mind if I call you Vlas, do you?" asked Bert.

"Not at all, Bert," said Vlassis. "After all, Bert is short for something, isn't it?"

"Well, not for a storm trooper, Vlas," I said chuckling. "It's short for Roberto, Bert is the name he introduced himself to me and it stuck."

Vlassis left to the bar leaving the three of us laying there. We were a mess of cum stains and sweat. Bert and Zinon's hair mated with sweat and their faces still flushed. Soon Vlassis returned with a tray with four drinks on top of it. My Scotch on the rocks, Bert's Vodka on the rocks, a Cuba Libre, that Zinon took thirstily, and a Manhattan's for Vlassis. He seemed quite the accomplished barman if you ask.

We sat at one of the tables. The Lagneia was sailing peacefully on autopilot. It was not noon yet. This wild orgy took less than an hour to be done.

"Let's be honest, guys," said Zinon. "I don't think we will be doing much sightseeing in this cruise, will we?"

"Sightseeing your hot bodies is good enough for me, Zinon," said Bert.

"Don't you mind such a lascivious partner, Alex?" Zinon asked with a perverted smile.

"Nope," I answered. "I'm even worse, but the important thing is that no matter what we do or what we indulge in, at the end of the day his heart belongs with me and mine with him. No matter what."

"Believe it or not," said Vlassis from his chair, "it's the same for us." He then approached Zinon, and they hugged each other, kissing with such sweetness that we were amazed. Seeing another pair of guys acting just like us was at the same time touching, encouraging and beautiful.

"So, no sightseeing," I asked after a few minutes. "What are the proposed activities besides fucking until our cocks fall off?"

"We are about to get to a fantastic spot for snorkeling," said Zinon adding, "I don't think anyone of you has diving training, so snorkeling will do."

"That'll do, Zinon," Bert said.

We then feasted on the snacks brought by our Greek friends. Several platters were put in front of us. Olives, feta cheese, pita bread, pieces of spanakopita pie, dolmas, roasted red peppers, roasted artichoke, tirokroketes; the list was amazing. Several small bottles of Assirtiko, Malagousia, Restina and a fantastic local red, Georgeós accompanied the snacks. It was a veritable feast. Bert insisted our friends to part with us and they sat and shared.

The Lagneia had already stopped and Zinon dropped the anchors. We were quite far from the coast, Mykonos barely visible in the horizon, the quiet waters gently rocking the boat, and the sun shining beautifully. Vlassis said, "this is a fantastic spot for snorkeling, if you're interested."

"Really?" asked Bert. "What's there to see here?"

"We're over a submerged ancient wreck," said Zinon. "The bottom is a mere 2 meters below us, and there is an insane amount of wreckage from the ship and its cargo."

"We might want to see that," I said, "don't you agree, my darling?"

"Sure. Let's go."

Vlassis and Zinon pulled a pair of life vests and put them on us. Their hands lingered while helping us tying the belts. A strip had to pass between our legs to clip at the back of the vest. Zinion was dressing me, and Vlassis was dressing Bert. Hands touched and rubbed unnecessarily on our cocks and sacs and by the time we were done, we were sporting a pair of raging hardons. Zinion gave us our masks and said.

"You are ready, guys," ogling our groins he added, "more than ready, I would say."

"Aren't you coming to guide us?" I asked with second meaning.

"If you want," said Vlassis. Both their weapons were beautifully engorged, Vlassis' organ looking menacing again.

Bert was already at the poop deck ready to jump, which he did gracefully, entering the water and yelling, "it's delicious! Hurry on, daddy! Come on!"

I followed suit entering the water a little more clumsily and hugged my treasured person glueing my lips to his. Two large splashes followed me and the four of us entangled in an orgiastic hug. Zinon then said, pointing down, "the wreck starts here, pals. Don't swim too far away."

We donned our masks and took a leisurely swim. Below us, the crystalline waters made the wreckage clearly visible, shimmering in the noon sun. There were several statues standing in the sandy bottom, some complete, some broken. Schools of multicolored fish swam by, not minding us. A lobster was aimlessly crawling in the bottom.

We sank to look closer at the wreckage. The statues had featureless faces, some with crossed arms, some with arms by their side, and some were attached to squared pedestals. There were some coffers, scattered pieces of glass, and splinters of hardened wood. It was a very interested sight.

We swam for almost an hour until we reached what looked to be the main wreck of the ship. It was laying keel down in a deeper area, maybe 4 to 5 meters to the bottom. Most of the hull was still recognizable and the only mast rose to a few inches below the surface. It was crowned with a small platform that appeared to be a recent add-on. We swam there and Bert reached it first. He sat on it, took off his mask and called me over. His cock peaked above the surface, hard, bobbing with his movements, and looking delicious. I approached him, and climbing in the platform, I wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered my ass on his adorable pole and sank it in my chute.

Bert's eyes closed as he began to rock with the waves, softly penetrating me and sending jolts of energy from my ass to the rest of my body. He grabbed my hard cock and began to jack me off. Our lips were busy, and our tongues were dancing as the love making plateaued for a long while, allowing us to enjoy our closeness. "Make love to me, my sweet angel," I was murmuring in his ear as he jerked me. "Make me see stars, bring me to heaven." Bert mumbled something unintelligible as he kissed me deeply.

Soon Vlassis arrived next to us floating on his back. His massive cock was fully exposed until Zinon grabbed him by the base and swallowed it almost completely. The way that young guy could deep throat such a monster got us distracted from our kissing and Bert started to move more vigorously. "I can't wait to get that monster sunk in my ass again, daddy," he gasped indecently. "Wouldn't you love to see that?"

"You already had it once, sonny," I panted. "I think it's my turn," as my movements gained in speed and urgency. Soon, I felt a gigantic wave of pleasure threatening my senses as my muscles convulsed and cum shot out of my cock giving Bert a nice facial. I kept on cumming in his hand as his very hard cock continued to plow my innards. Finally unmounting him, I lowered myself in the water until my face was inches from Bert's dick. Grabbing it with my right hand, I slapped it against my face a few times, soaking my nose, cheeks and forehead with his profuse precum. Then I sunk it in my throat, swallowing him completely. It smelled deliciously, an indecent mix of his precum, his manly aroma and the reek of my ass. I swallowed the beloved organ deeply and began to suck greedily.

Bert grunted in pleasure and started to fuck my throat. The head of his cock would hit my tonsils which signaled me to swallow. He was incredibly hard and eager. When he pulled out, I would lick his underside, suck on his cock head before swallowing him whole again. We went at this for a while.

Looking on my left, I caught the moment Vlassis came. Zinon had taken him off his mouth and was jacking him furiously until Vlassis grunted, his muscles convulsed, and he shot a large wad up the air, landing in the sea and his hairy chest. The amount of cum was prodigious and he kept on jetting more and more spunk. Zinon was aiming his organ and a lot of cum fell on his face, giving him a depraved image of young lust. When only a dribble of cum was falling from Vlassis' cock, Zinon swallowed it and sucked at it like candy.

Bert was watching the same show. His grunts were almost inhuman, and his hips were pushing his cock deep in my mouth. He seemed to be approaching orgasm, and I had my nose glued to his bush, inhaling his intoxicating aroma, mix of sea, cum, musk and lust. I pressed my middle finger to his convulsing ass and pushed it deep inside. It was like a switch and my adorable twink shot his second load directly to my stomach as he yelled, "YESSSSSSS, YESSSSS!, I'M CUMMMMMMING! DRINK ALL MY SPUNK, DAD!" I swallowed everything he shot and when I finally let him go, my face was completely clean. His cock was swollen, the head a deep shade of red, and still hard as steel. I felt absurdly proud of my blowjob, having throated him deeply and swallowed all his spunk. Bert slid out of the small platform and was soon in my arms, hugging and kissing.

Our two Greek friends had recovered their breaths and in unspoken agreement, we swam back to the Lagneia, arriving to the poop deck tired but elated. We boarded and sat in two lounges while Zinon and Vlassis refreshed our drinks. Shortly thereafter we were rehydrating. The sun was halfway to the horizon already. Checking my watch, I saw it was a little over 15:00 h.

"There is a fantastic place to see the sunset, friends," said Zinon. "I'll go to the bridge and set us on course. We should be there in about 35 minutes."

As he left, Vlassis sat between us saying. "I am really enjoying this outing, guys," he said adding, "it almost feels bad to charge you but don't worry. We will not refund you." He finished with a smile.

Bert laughed heartily and said, "not that I care too much but, how much was the charter?"

I looked at Vlassis warningly and he answered, "that's between the charterer and the charteree, Bert," he said matter of factly. "I'm not free to disclose."

"Dad," said Bert sternly.

"Don't worry, my love," I said reassuringly. "Sharing this time with you is priceless."

Zinon returned and, obviously having heard, he added, "It's all for the memories, Bert. Let Alex enjoy his present to you."

"You're a lucky guy, Bert," Vlassis said. "Zinon and I are committed to each other but what Alex shows for you is amazing."

"Don't I know it, Vlassis," said my twink. "I feel so unworthy sometimes."

Before I could speak, Zinon interjected, "don't do, my friend," adding, "it's obvious what you feel for him and what he feels for you. It's a beautiful thing to watch." He then finished, "I think you both are very lucky guys. Thank you for allowing us to share your bliss."

"I am the lucky one here, guys," I said. "I had no right to hope for such an incredible blessing as this young guy has brought to my life. I'm humbled by it and it's me who struggles to be worthy of it."

"Don't say that, Alex," said Bert with strangled words. "You'll make me cry like a baby."

Discreetly, Vlassis and Zinon left us alone. I stood next to Bert, hugging him tightly. His head was down on my chest, and I could feel his warm tears on my hairs. I grabbed his face between my hands, trying to express with my eyes everything that was rushing through my heart. His gorgeous, moist, deep green eyes looked at me and once again I glimpsed that young, pure soul and was humbled by the love that poured out of him. I hugged him tightly again and we sobbed softly in each other's arms for a while. "You make me the happiest man alive, Bert." I murmured. He gasped, "you're the best thing that ever happened to me, Alex. Thank the heavens you chose my add that time."

We separated for a while and when we finally composed ourselves, we went looking for our Greek friends. They were standing in the bridge. Arms around waists as Zinon watched over the autopilot. We stood next to them, and I softly thanked them.

"No worries there, pals," said Vlassis. "Maybe if we tell you our background, you'll feel more at ease with your displays of emotions."

Zinon started, "I'm 25 and had been straight for as long as I remember. I had a girlfriend, nothing serious, and we enjoyed sex as much as the next couple." He took a sip of his cocktail and continued, "we were very randy and once we decided to check the swinging scene. We managed to find an older couple and we were invited to one of their parties."

Vlassis started, "that older couple was I and my girlfriend. I'm 29 and I was straight also for as long as I remember. That night, as we got involved in a bacchanal of sex, drinks and lust, I saw two guys going at it while one of them was fucking a middle-aged woman," he continued. "I mean, one of the guys was fucking her wildly as the other was fucking him." He continued saying, "it was weirdly arousing, and I wondered what I would feel if I was the guy getting fucked by the other."

Zinon got from there, "I had seen the same thing and soon, I started to fuck my girlfriend, being extremely excited. I wanted to check the gay scene and at that precise moment, Vlassis came over asking if he could fuck my girlfriend. I was scared of his cock, but my girl was more than eager. We separated and she opened her legs to him and received his monster as a champ, Vlassis then said that I could fuck him if I wanted. I did and it was incredible."

Vlassis said, "when I felt Zinon's delicious cock up my ass, something broke inside me. I was lost in lust, fucking his gorgeous girlfriend and getting my ass reamed by him. I had the most intense orgasm ever and soon he filled me with cum."

"A few months and several parties later, we met at a café near my place," said Zinon. "He asked bluntly if I was interested in bi-sex, and I said I was. Next thing I know, we broke up with our girlfriends and I moved to his flat and we were screwing like beasts in heat."

Vlassis added, "the first time he took my cock, he did it without fear. I fucked him silly as he did me. It took no time for the news to break, and we were invited to a whole lot of swinger's parties. We fucked as many women as we fucked and got fucked by men."

"A few months later," said Zinon, "we had the chance to buy this boat, we rechristened her Lagneia, quit our day jobs, moved in and started our business."

"And here we are, two years later," finished Vlassis. "We're deeply in love with each other and we find it very arousing when we share with other like-minded people."

Bert and I got super hard by their story. Bert went to Zinon, and I asked Vlassis, "would you mind fucking me?" adding, "I can't take the image of your monster plowing my guy. I want him to watch the same."

Vlassis smiled and, grabbing my hand, pulled me to the superstructure. "Bert, you'll want to see this," I said.

"You bet, daddy," he said following us, guiding Zinon by his cock.

AUGUST 9TH, AFTERNOON

On arriving at the superstructure, I took Vlassis by his humongous organ and began to jack him. He brought me close and kissed me asking, "do you want it soft or rough?"

"Let's start soft," I said, "I can always upgrade it to rough as we go."

He then put me in four and poured some lube that he got without me noticing. When I felt the cool gel soaking my entrance, I jumped a little but then tried to relax. Vlassis began to rub it all over my ass, pressing first one finger and then two inside me, thoroughly lubing me as far as he could reach. His other hand roughly massaging my cock was inducing jolts of pleasure that made me even harder. When he finished lubing my ass, I turned around and grabbed the bottle. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth as far as I could and gave him a short but very messy blowjob, slobbering his tool with my spit bathing his heavy sac. Then I poured a large glob of lube in my hands and grabbed his cock. My two hands couldn't grasp him completely and there was still a good couple of inches and his head out of my double reach. Feeling him well lubed I returned to my position in 4 and offered him my ass.

Vlassis pressed his large head on my rosebud and pressed forward as I tried my best to relax. The head popped in and he stopped, allowing me to get accustomed to his girth. I felt my ass dilated as wide as ever. It felt like a baseball bat being pushed inside me and even as it hurt, I wanted more. Slowly, I pushed back, and his fantastic tube began to enter me. My ass burned with the hideous invasion, but I didn't care. I was breathing rapidly and heard him grunting as he began to slowly push against my movements. Slowly, but relentlessly he was filling me completely. After two minutes I felt the heat of his body against my buttocks, and I knew I had taken him in completely. My prostate was working overtime as his underside pressed it deliciously. I was leaking a lot of precum when I felt a warm mouth swallowing me fully. Zinon had laid below me, opening his ass for Bert and began to give me a fantastic blow job. He was a pro, rising my excitement but keeping my orgasm at bay, denying me a final release.

After bottoming up, Vlassis began to fuck me slowly. Almost sweetly. His monstruous cock was being pulled out leaving only the head and a couple of inches in, only to be pushed back to fill me utterly. I felt as if my ass was getting ripped, my bowels protesting, my prostate smashed by the huge invader, and my brain turning to a quivering mass of jelly. Opening my eyes, I saw Zinon's organ just two inches from my face and without thinking, took him in. My tongue twirled around the thick meat. His precum was salty, tangy and delicious. His cock was moving in and out of my mouth and I finally saw that Bert was savagely fucking Zinon's ass.

My lust was overwhelming my senses, and I began to press back urgently. I took Zinon's cock out of my mouth and while jerking him, said to Vlassis, "go rough, Vlas. Ream me like you mean it. I can take it"

"You asked for it, old man," he said.

Vlassis grabbed my hips and suddenly began a savage fuck. He held no contemplations, ravaging me as his cock went in and out at an alarming speed. I couldn't care less. I was riding an immense wave of pleasure, and I couldn't do anything to hold it. Zinon's hand went to the base of my prick and gripped it painfully tight. It didn't matter. I came as hard as ever, my muscles clenching, my ass pulsating and my mouth open in a silent cry of lust. But I didn't ejaculate.

This dry orgasm was as intense as any I previously had in my life. It left me trembling, skin flushed, copious amount of sweat covering my body, mating my body hair and keeping my cock furiously erect. Vlassis hadn't stopped an iota and was continuously ravaging my dilated ass, bringing me to a new level of bliss.

Vlassis' fantastic tube was pistoning my ass savagely. My cock was painfully hard, my ass filled with cock, his tube scalding my innards with the inhuman heat it radiated. In a few minutes I began to yell "I'M CUMMMMMMING!" to which Zinon answered, "No, you're not," again gripping my cock painfully. Another wave of pleasure crashed on me, as intense as the first but again, I didn't ejaculate. This kept me hard and, strangely, more in control.

For the next several minutes, I don't know precisely how long, Vlassis kept plowing me savagely, distending my poor ass and making it burn. The mixture of pain and pleasure was maddening. Vlassis was increasing his tempo and began grunting. Zinon released my cock and said, "he's about to cum, Alex. Feel free to join him."

Vlassis suddenly pushed his prick completely inside of me. I could feel it swelling alarmingly and suddenly a deluge of cum filled my ass. I felt as if it would come out of my mouth anytime. It was sticky, scalding hot and filled me completely, dripping around my abused ass over my balls and finally, falling on Zinon's open mouth.

With Vlassis' third jolt, my orgasm overcame me. It was wild. It was mind shattering. My jets of cum shot from my cock with so powerful contractions that they hurt as well as pleased me. My world was reduced to the monster filling my ass with cum and the mouth sucking my cum for all it was worth. I probably came for a full two minutes and ended exhausted, a trembling mass of fat and muscles, as I dropped to the sofa, finally sensing Vlassis unsheathing himself with a loud plop that even Bert, busy with his own orgasm, surely heard.

I laid there for several minutes, panting, gasping for breath, my heart beating at a million per minute, my skin flushed, and my body drenched in sweat.

"This cannot be good for my heart and blood pressure," I said, "but I don't regret it."

"You took him like a champ, daddy," said Bert. "I'm proud of you."

Vlassis had sat at the foot of the sofa. He looked sweaty, exhausted, and a happy grin parted his lips. "What a fantastic ass you have, Alex," he said. "It's as tight and hungry as Zinon's" He then went out and soon returned with another round of drinks. He then guided us to the poop deck as Zinon went to the bridge. Soon, the Lagneia was resting in the quiet waters. Mykonos was again visible, maybe a couple of miles away and the sun was approaching the horizon.

The four of us leaned in the rails facing the sunset. Arms around our waists, semi hard cocks rubbing in the rails, we contemplated the magnificent spectacle. The sky was turning into a cacophony of reds, oranges and purples as the sun sank slowly beneath the waters of the Aegean Sea which had taken a deep shade of blue. Some stars began twinkling in the darkening sky. The drinks were superb as Bert and I stood next to each other, embracing and enjoying the gorgeous spectacle. Soon, the sun disappeared, and the stars filled the sky. To our back, the lights of Mykonos shone in the near horizon.

We returned to the superstructure and our two Greek friends prepared to serve the meal. As we sat, Bert said, "we hope you dine with us, pals."

"Don't worry, Bert," said Zinon. "We will."

Zinon laid four platters in the table. Each held two souvlakis, small wraps filled with stewed lamb and veggies and a few dolmades, boiled grape leaves stuffed with minced meat, rice and herbs. These were followed by a delicious avgolemono, a delicious soup made of chicken broth, egg yolks, and lemon juice, as well as rice. The main dish was a delicious Moussaka that the four of us devoured being in need to replenish our energies so wantonly spent during the day. As we reclined in our chairs, Zinon brought a platter of loukoumades, a dessert made of fried dough, like donut's centers, bathed with honey and sprinkled with smashed almonds and confectionary sugar. It was accompanied with a bottle of ouzo. We parted the dessert and liquor and were left full, dizzy and satisfied.

Zinon returned to the bridge and soon we heard the rumble of the engines. He set course to the island, and we went to the bridge to accompany him, twirling our drinks.

In almost an hour we were docking back at the pier. We went to say goodbye to our Greek friends. We hugged them both, kissed them deeply, slapped some asses and grabbed some cock. We then began searching for our clothes. A few couples were walking on the pier, watching our nakedness as we grabbed our swimsuits. Finally, we got dressed and disembarked.

"It was an immense pleasure hosting you two," said Vlassis. "I hope all kind of happiness fill your life from now onwards."

"Be as happy as you two can, buddies," said Zinon. "Enjoy what you two have. Not everyone is so lucky."

"Bye Vlassis, bye Zinon," I said. "It was a huge pleasure meeting you two."

"Bye, pals," said Bert. "Hope to see you soon."

As we walked to the car, Bert looked at me and chuckling said, "huge pleasure indeed, my beloved slut."

I roared with laughter as we boarded the car and drove to the resort.

AUGUST 9TH, NIGHT

We arrived at our room holding hands. After a sweet and steamy tongue-kiss, Bert opened the door, and we entered the room. It felt like home already. Bert hugged me tightly rubbing his hard cock over my nearly soft one through the sheer fabric of our swim trunks. Without releasing his mouth, I brought my hands down and peeled his thong releasing his cock into the air. He did likewise with my pink swimsuit and pressed his hard cock against mine. Even after all the fucking and cumming of the day, I was rapidly getting hard.

I couldn't believe this stamina of mine. I don't think it could be explained by Mr. Cialis® alone. Something else must be going on. Disregarding this line of thought, I leaned on my gorgeous twink love and kissed him deeply. He responded in kind and then he hugged me. We remained hugging for a very long time.

Silently, I grabbed his dick and pulled him to the bathroom. I sat in the hot tub and started it.

"Wait a second, dad," said Bert. "I need to take a leak."

"Are you mad?" I asked. "Come here and give me another of your delicious golden showers."

He smiled lewdly and stepped into the hot tub. I kneeled and he stood in front of me, his gorgeous cock fully erect and aiming at my face. He struggled a little but soon a strong stream of yellowish urine began to fall on my chest, my face and my belly. I felt incredibly dirty and aroused. His scalding hot pee was doing wonders keeping me hard. I rubbed my skin, spreading the smelly fluid all over my hairy chest and belly, ending with my face. I was also needing to relieve myself and I stood up.

It was Bert's turn to get showered. He kneeled in front of me and grabbing my dick, he aimed my stream to his head, face, and trunk. I peed a lot, after all the liquor I had imbibed, and my stream didn't seem to end soon. Bert gasped and got some in his mouth, letting it dribble down is chin. It was such an indecent show, that I almost came right then and there.

When I was done, we stood facing each other. Bert looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes, baring his soul. His luscious lips parted with a smile as his tongue peeked out licking the upper lip. He then bit his lower lip and hugged me. We remained tightly wrapped around each other, our cocks happily rubbing and sending jolts of pleasure through our bodies. My skin was covered in goosebumps as I kissed him. His mouth tasted of cum, ass, and my urine. It was incredibly lewd, and I got even harder. Bert's hands were roaming over my body until one landed on my cock and peeled back the skin to the limit. My cock head was deeply red, shiny with pee and precum. Bert kneeled and took me in his mouth. He began one of his fantastic blowjobs, swallowing me completely and his cheek hollowing out sucking intensely. My legs were turning to jelly, and I was about to cum.

"Bert, please, I'm about to cum." I panted and he just increased his suction, caressing my sac. A wandering hand grasped my buttock, and one finger pressed against my ass. It soon entered and the moment it touched my prostate I was done.

"ANNNNNNNNGHHHHH! CUMMINGGGG!" I yelled as another load, the umpteenth of that day, poured generously in Bert's gullet and he swallowed everything. When I was done, he stood up, holding my fainting body and held me. His cock was ragingly hard. When I recovered a little of breath I panted, "blowjob or fuck, my love?"

"I want to make love to you, my love," he said sweetly.

I set myself in four at the bottom of the hot tub with water swirling around me. The jets of warm water hit me from every direction. Bert grabbed my ass cheeks opening them and penetrated me in a single motion, burying his delicious cock to the cods in my hungry chute.

We started to move in unison, his dick pistoning me as I my muscles clenched due to my recent orgasm. My cock was limp but leaking precum on the water. Bert was tenderly entering my bowels, as his hands caressed my front. I felt something warm as his lips kissed my back, licking my hairs and swelling my heart with tenderness.

Bert soon became too excited and needed his release. Slowly he increased his tempo, and I started contracting my muscles to increase the friction he was getting. His cock filled my passage completely, even after servicing several very large ones in these few days. His tube had the perfect length and girth to fill me with love and lust. I was yearning for him to cum, so I increased my tempo as well. Soon Bert was grunting and shooting his cum deep in my ass.

We continued moving for a little while until he pulled out. I stood up and kissed every single square inch of his skin I could reach. Besides the cum, the urine, the salt water, his body odor was flooding my nostrils and setting me firmly in heaven. I kept on kissing him for a long while until we had to stop.

Grabbing the bottles of soap, we lathered each other with the luxurious liquid, massaging our tired muscles and rinsing them with the water. It was a lengthy, erotic and romantic bath that took us the better part of an hour. When we were squeaky clean, we left the hot tub. I turned it off after emptying it and we walked, completely naked, to the veranda.

Exhausted, we laid in the lounges sipping two drinks that Bert had prepared. We gazed into each other's eyes, drinking our souls as we blew kisses to each other. Our hands were holding, and our fingers softly caressed our skins. It was the perfect moment to end our wild day in Mykonos.

When sleep began to insinuate itself, we walked hand in hand to the bed and laid next to each other. I murmured, "good night, my sweet, lovely angel." "Good night, love of my life," answered Bert. We hugged tightly and fell asleep.

AUGUST 10TH, MORNING.

As usual, I woke up at the crack of dawn. We were still tightly embracing, Bert facing me, snoring softly. His mouth was partially open, his delicious lips red and thick. His chest rose slowly with his deep breath. The bed sheets didn't cover him at all, being scrunched on our feet. His dark skin shone in the early morning light, with goosebumps covering his cute legs and ass. He was mumbling something that sounded like my name and his cock, completely hard, was peeking between his legs, apparently looking for a play mate. I wanted to get up and I tried my best not to wake up my beloved twink but couldn't.

Bert opened his eyes with a cute sleepy face and mumbled.

"Good morning, love," he said throatily. "Do you see something you like?"

"There is nothing I see that I dislike, my dear," I answered kissing him softly. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

He turned a little and, rising his arms above his head, stretched lazily. His taut abdomen was begging for my hand, and his beautiful cock was hard and inviting.

As I began to slide my hand on the skin of his belly, he murmured, "want some breakfast?"

"I see my breakfast right here, Bert," I answered lustily. The vision of his beautiful body got me hard in a rush.

"Mine looks delicious, dad," he purred. "Mind serving it to me?"

Disentangling our hug, I rotated my body and settled in a 69. His cock was half an inch from my lips as I grabbed it and slapped my face hard with it. His precum covered my cheeks and lips. Opening my mouth, I took the beloved organ in and began to suck him leisurely.

Bert groaned in pleasure and took me in as well. We started the most delicious and sweet 69 as our very hard organs explored the depths of our throats and our cheeks hollowed with strength on each other. From time to time I pulled him out and licked his engorged head, passing the tip of my tongue on his urethra moving it slowly downward to lick the base of his crown. His moans were telling me clearly how much he was enjoying it.

Bert passed his tongue inside my foreskin, licking the inside, giving me pleasure chills. My skin was now as full of goosebumps as his was before. I started to wank him as my mouth received him deep inside once again. Letting go of his shaft, I buried him deeply in my throat without any hint of a gag reflex marring the delicious experience. Moving my head, I began to fuck my throat with his weapon, swallowing him in every entry, and pulling him completely out to lick his head and sac. My fingers were busy caressing his wrinkled hole and penetrating him superficially, barely dilating his sphincter. His muscles were already pulsating, and his sac was getting closer and closer to the base of his shaft.

I knew Bert was ready to shoot so I swallowed him once again and, pushing my finger deeply in his ass, I pressed it on his prostate suddenly and strongly. Bert released my cock grunting "UNGHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAH! CUMMMMMMMING DAD!" as his cock swelled in my throat and shot a delicious load directly down my gullet and into my stomach. Bert continued convulsing and shooting for nearly a minute, incapable of sucking me but still jerking me wildly. I was getting closer by the minute.

When he finally came down from his orgasm, he panted, "thanks, Alex. That was delicious. What do you want now?"

"I want you to make me cum in your mouth, my love," adding with a smirk, "as a matter of fact, I already had breakfast, but you haven't"

He barely laughed and buried my dick in his throat. His muscles convulsing on my prick were doing wonders. He started to hum throatily and pressed a finger inside my ass. The vibration of his voice did it for me before he could reach my prostate and grunting, I shot my load just like he did a few minutes before.

"CUMMMMMMING, BERT!" I yelled. "CUMMMMMMMINGGGGG!"

Bert had reached my prostate and pressing it, increased my pleasure ten-fold and I came for a long time, ending spent, panting and flushed; my heart beating at a million per minute and my breath barely enough to keep me conscious.

When I finally came down, Bert had already turned and was holding me, cradling my head in his hands, his green eyes moist and looking at me with an adoring expression. His lips were swollen and red, parting his face with a sweet smile.

"Why the tears, my love," I asked concerned.

"Don't fret on that, dear bear," he said. "Those are tears of joy. I cannot say it enough. I am utterly, deeply, totally in love with you."

It was my turn to get misty eyed and, gazing in the depths of his green lakes, I uttered, "I have no words to express myself, my love. I simply love you with all my heart."

We stayed like that for a few minutes until we decided it was time to go for a second breakfast. We entered the bathroom and brushed our teeth, gurgled in mouthwash, and then took a short chaste shower. Well, as chaste as two lecherous men could do. But we managed and went back to the room. Before leaving I took another Cialis® just in case.

Rummaging in the closet, trying to find a swimsuit I hadn't wore yet, I decided for a white, skimpy thong, without lining. It had a pouch that covered my crotch and a small triangle that covered half my buttocks. The two pieces were joined by a thin strap of elastic fabric. I dressed on that and turned to see what Bert would wear. He pulled out a black thong with a white band at the waist and a G-string that sank between his glorious globes. From the middle of the front part, a white elastic band with a black strip in the middle, reached to his neck, surrounding it and adorned in the front with a bow tie. It was ridiculously sexy, and Bert showed it off with a combination of depravity and elegance.

Dressed like that, we left the room and walked to the restaurant, stopping frequently to kiss, hug, grab, caress, in such a way that on arrival to the dining room, my thong was lewdly tenting, and Bert's G-string outlined his hard cock struggling to contain it in.

We walked through the buffet and grabbed a traditional breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, ham, cheese accompanied by butter, jam, orange juice and coffee. We dispatched the food rapidly and, grabbing two more cups of coffee, we sat near the windows to plan the day, our last of this paradisiac escapade.

"What should we do today, dear?" I asked.

"I don't know, Alex," said Bert pensively. "How about spend the last day like the first?"

"You mean stay here," I wanted to clarify.

"Yes, Alex," he said. "We could chill at the beach, walk the paths, may be go the gym, or to the nude pool once again."

"Your wish is my command," I said which brought a mischievous smile to Bert's luscious lips.

Finishing the coffee, we walked down to the beach. It was not strictly a nude beach, but it was clothes optional We decided to keep our fashionable swimsuits on and laid on a beach lounge under a big palapa. A waiter came immediately asking our orders to drink. I decided on a cocktail and ordered a Blue Hawaii and Bert decided for a Pineapple mojito. When the drinks arrived, we sipped slowly taking in our surroundings.

About 10 meters to our left, a couple of young gay men were sitting in one lounge. One of the guys sitting on top of the other, both facing the sea. The guy on top was rocking sensuously, obviously rubbing the other guy's cock in his ass. The guy below was roaming his hands over the hairless body on top of him, caressing and pinching with no care for the people around. A little further two gorgeous girls were locked in an intense kiss, their topless breasts heaving and their hands grabbing at their asses.

On the other side, also about 10 meters away, a couple in their early 30's was sharing the sun. The woman was on her belly, her naked back exposed to the sun while her black partner was spreading sun lotion on her fair skin. The guy was also nude and his cock was fully erect, pointing it's full length to the sky. It looked like 10 inches at least, and very girthy. Thick veins twirled around his hardness and his cock head shone with fluids. It appeared they were about to fuck.

In the sea, several couples were bathing, and at least 4 were fucking. At that moment I decided I loved this resort.

Our drinks were gone, and Bert was pulling me to the water. I shed my trunks in one swift motion freeing my very hard prick and Bert looked at me in surprise. He overcame it immediately and shed his G-string. We left the clothes over our little table and ran to the sea. I arrived first, splashing like crazy and letting myself fall on my back when the water reached my chest. Bert jumped and landed on top of me, his mouth immediately glueing on mine and kissing me hungrily.

"Make love to me now, dad," he murmured. "Please, I want your cock in my ass for everyone to see."

I grabbed his ass and lifted him. He locked his arms on my neck and his legs on my waist and, guiding my member with his hand, he let himself fall, rapidly sinking my cock in his well-known ass. Before getting me fully in, he grunted loudly and began to fuck himself on my engorged prick.

Our lips were locked in a kiss that was part desire, part lust and part love. "I need it, dad," he was begging me. "Make me cum, please. Make me cummmmmmm!"

I was far from cumming but took his plea at heart and sank my cock deeper in him while my hands grabbed his cock, pulling the skin to the limit. Only two minutes of fucking and his dick swelled in my hand and shot a powerful stream of semen that actually broke the surface landing in my chin. His lewd gasps were filling my ears as he said, "CUMMMMMIING, DAD! CUMMMING! YESSSSSS! MAKE ME CUMMMMMM!"

I continued to piston his chute until he calmed down a little. Putting his feet again in the sandy bottom, he kissed me deeply and gasped, "thank you, dad."

"I love you, Bert," I answered. "I don't think I will ever say it enough."

His recent orgasm had made him feel vulnerable and he suddenly burst into tears and buried his head in my chest sobbing and saying, "don't mind me, Alex. I'm not sad. I feel so happy that I can only cry."

I hugged him and stared at his face with moist eyes. "I feel the same, my dear," I murmured. "With you in my arms, I feel safe. I feel loved beyond my worth. I feel complete."

Bert sobbed louder and pressed himself to me once again. We remained like this for quite a while, long enough that I was partially deflated when we finally returned to our small palapa.

Silently we sat as I signaled the waiter who came to ask, "a refill or something else?"

"Do you have good cachaça?" I asked.

"Premium, Mr Gølliksen," he answered. "Do you want a caipirinha?"

"Yes, but without soda or sprite, please," I answered.

"Who would kill a caipirinha putting some soda or sprite in it?" he asked with mock horror. "I'll bring you an original one."

"Another for me, please," added Bert, with puffy eyes.

I sat next to him and wrapped his shoulders in my arms, his head resting on my neck. One of my hands was caressing his mane of hair, wet from the sea, while the other softly glided on his back. Then I brought both hands to his face, and cradling it by his cheeks, I pulled it up to be able to see his eyes. His soul and heart were pouring out of those gorgeous and expressive green puddles, drinking my face with adoring expression. I felt tears moistening my eyes and kept my gaze fixed on him.

"Do you know what I'm seeing right now?" I asked softly.

He moved his head from side to side and I answered, "I see the sweetest human in the whole world. I see the purest soul I have ever met. I see the most lovable person in the surface of this wretched planet. I see the owner of my heart, my love. Please don't cry. Don't feel sad. These days have been perfect merely because you shared them with me."

As I wiped down some fresh tears, I repeated, "I love you unconditionally, my dear Bert. I hope I can make you feel what I feel right ow."

"You do, Alex," he sobbed. "I see it every time your eyes fix mine, every time you kiss me, every time you make love to me, every time you hug me to sleep." With a deep sigh he added, "I only wish I were at least 30 years older, Alex. I know you're 40-ish years older than me and I will very certainly outlive you, but I don't know what I would do whenever you don't walk this earth anymore."

Bert had really been thinking on our future, even more than I had. I was left speechless, and I could only hug him tightly. I managed to say, "that is one more reason for us to enjoy the time we have to the limit, my love."

"I know, Alex, I know, and I intend to do it," he said resolutely. "I will make the rest of your life the happiest years you ever had."

"That will not be difficult for you, my love," I said with tears running down my cheeks. "You only have to keep being the luminous human you are."

We had officially entered the full-relationship status, and I could not feel better. "Will you meet my family someday, dad?" Bert asked me.

"I would be honored, my love but on one condition." I answered. "You cannot call me 'daddy' in front of you dad. I don't feel I can withstand the competition."

Bert suddenly broke in hives of laughter and said, "that is one of the things I love from you, Alex. Your incorrigible sense of humor. You have a deal."

He had overcome his sentiments and was more the owner of himself. He turned to me and asked with a mischievous smile, "can I call you mummy instead?"

I roared with laughter and said, "don't you dare, rascal!"

The drinks were arriving and before I started mine, I said to him, "you have to meet my daughter sometime, Bert."

"I would love that, my love," he answered.

We stayed on the beach for a while, sipping different cocktails, and getting in the sea several times. We got frisky a couple of times and full porn once until it was close to noon, and we decided it was time for lunch.

With bodies still wet from the sea, we donned our swimsuits and walked hand in hand to the restaurant.

We picked a table for two and sat, waiting for the menus. When they were brought to us, I ordered a glass of white wine which Bert mimicked, and we started to decide our lunch.

I was feeling decadent, and ordered a portion of fried calamari, to be followed by a sirloin steak, medium rare accompanied by fried potatoes, green salad and toast. Bert ordered the fried calamari as well but decided to follow that with a decadent plate of Fettuccini Alfredo.

When the meal arrived, we fed each other from our own plates, picking calamari with our fingers and putting them in our mouths, licking fingers afterward. When the main course arrived, I cut small pieces of meat and fed them to Bert while he shared forkfuls of his pasta. Everything was incredibly delicious. Finishing calmly, I asked Bert if he wanted dessert. "Of course, dad," he said with a smile. "Dessert has a different compartment."

I laughed and called the waiter. I decided on a Tartufo di Pizzo and Bert preferred a plate of Floating Island. The desserts were also delicious, and we ended with two pus-cafés. For me it was a small glass of Galliano and Bert repeated his glass of Frangelico. Afterwards, we went to the main pool to relax.

AUGUST 10TH, AFTERNOON

We laid on the lounges, under an umbrella and soon were both asleep. I woke up a couple of hours later felling refreshed and rested. I looked around for Bert but couldn't find him. Sitting upright, I saw him doing some laps in the pool. His swimsuit showed off his fantastic body as he cut through the water with ease. When he reached the end of the pool, he saw I was awake and walked to me. His cock was hard, outlined by the sheer fabric of his trunks, and he sat next to me kissing me steamily.

"Feeling rested, dad?" he asked throatily.

"More than fresh, my love," I answered.

"Good, because I am feeling very randy right now," he said. "Want to go to the nude pool?"

"Lead on, I'll follow," I answered to which he laughed and said, "follow me, Frederick!" Bert could always surprise me with his extensive cultural knowledge. I didn't expect him to get that reference from 'The Pirates of Penzance' so quick.

It was 16:00 as we reached the small booth before the nude pool. Another girl was manning it, and she received our suits and opened the gate. "Enjoy the party!" she said mysteriously. We looked at each other not understanding and shrugging, walked hand in hand to the pool.

Before reaching the bend in the path, I could hear noises coming from the pool. Indecent noises, and as we cleared the bend, we were welcomed to a full-blown swinger orgy taking place. There were at least 30 couples in all type of combinations. Couples, both gay and not; threesomes, foursomes. There was a group confusingly wrapped in the floor over several towels. An air mattress held four couples swinging between themselves. It was a veritable bacchanal and we both became hard immediately.

Nangnoi saw us and, untangling from an old guy that had been eating her, came to greet us.

"I'm so glad to see you here, studs," she purred grabbing both our cocks. "When this madness started, I wanted the two of you sharing with me."

She guided us back to the old man that was eating her when we arrived. To our surprise, it was Niels, the Swedish middle-aged guy. Looking around, I tried to find his wife and Niels pointed her to me. She was in a lounge on the other side of the pool, getting her ass wrecked by a huge black cock as she sucked another. "She seems to be enjoying herself," he said.

"Niels here was giving me a world-class head," purred Nangnoi laying over Neils again, "but I want a cock up my ass and another in my mouth. Which one will be?"

As Niels attacked again her lush bush, Bert kneeled behind her and shoved his prick inside her ass, making her grunt. I kneeled in front of her face, with my hardon pressed on her lips and she began to suck me off.

Nangnoi's voice as she grumbled around a mouthful of my cock sent vibrations down to my sac and made my balls tingle. I started to piston her mouth synchronizing my movements with Bert's up her ass. As we were concentrating on her, a young man with a portentous hard cock came behind Bert and asked, "may I?" Bert turned around seeing that massive organ pointing to him and looked at me. I nodded my assent, and he said, "sure, be my guest."

The young man, whose name we didn't know, ducked a little aiming his hardon at Bert's ass and pushed it in in an agonizingly slow way. This very slow progress was lighting sparkles in Bert's eyes. He looked at my eyes and blew me a kiss. When the anonymous man finally reached depth, Bert restarted fucking Nangnoi's ass while fucking himself in that hard pole. His eyes were sparkling with a lustful light as he kept blowing kisses to me. I leaned forward and, planting my hands in his shoulders, I started kissing him wildly and deeply.

Nangnoi's muscles were doing wonders on my prick. Large amounts of saliva were pouring from her mouth. She was buckling her hips as Neil gave her a masterclass head. Her lithe body was being violently pushed back and forth by Bert's powerful shoves as the unknown man kept on plowing his ass.

Being quite young, and probably not very experienced, the young stud fucking Bert couldn't hold it for longer and, pulling out, came with a hard shot that arched beautifully over Bert's body, landing on Nangnoi's head and my chest. He continued pumping several more shots making a mess on Bert's back until, with a soft kiss in Bert's buttocks, he left.

Nangnoi felt the hot, sticky fluid showering her head and neck and, together with whatever Neils was doing, she also came. Her small frame began to convulse, and she released my pole grunting, "AAAAARGHHHH, CUMMMMMING!" as she kept on wanking me. That left Bert and I to spit roast her to completion. We coordinated our movements and as he pushed in, I pulled back and viceversa. She was hollowing her cheeks inducing an incredible suction and soon made me reach my cusp. Holding her head and pulling out a little, I painted her tonsils with my hot sauce, unloading a large volume that soon leaked out of her mouth. When I was done, I cradled her head and kissed her deeply, savoring my cum in her saliva. Bert followed suit and soon was flooding her ass with a large load. We disentangled form her allowing Niels to prepare behind her. Niels organ was about 9 inches long and looked very hard. Within a few seconds he was bottoming up in Nangnoi's love canal. Bert and I moved a little away checking the scene.

The level of depravity was amazing. I really loved that resort at that time. Tens of bodies were intertwined in every imaginable sexual combination. Bert came to me and said, "I want to see you fucking Alina, daddy," his heavy eyes lidded with lust. "She seems to be a very sexual lady, my love," I agreed. "Let's look for her."

We passed by a group of several men involved in a heavy session of sucking and fucking. I could recognize Günther with his ass up as two black guys rammed their organs up his chute. Next to him Leonardo was fucking Pietro savagely. As I suspected, those mad Italian guys didn't shrink from incest at all. Next to them Giacomo was laying with his monster pointing up. A tiny black guy was straddling him in reverse cowboy. The black guy could not be above 4'9" and one of my legs was probably heavier than him. Nevertheless, he opened his legs showing a small cock, about 4 inches long and hard as a rock, as he sat on Giacomo's fence post and lowered himself inexorably until he had buried that brutal thing in his tiny ass. Pointing to Bert, I said, "you'll want to see this," and we approached.

Giacomo grabbed the small man by his waist and began to move him up and down on his portentous organ as if the black guy was just a cock sleeve he was using to masturbate. The Italian's hands wrapped around the tiny black twink waist surrounding it completely. The small twink was screaming with lust, "EE, E KGOLO THATA, EE, NKOTELA!" We had no idea what language that was. Giacomo's cock was pressing so deep that it made a bulge in the little man's belly everytime he pushed in. It was so obscenely perverted that we could do nothing but to get hard immediately. I approached the couple and asked, "may I?" the small twink saw me and nodded with teary eyes as Giacomo relentlessly destroyed his ass. I sucked his small dick deep into my mouth, and licking his head soon made him cum. The little guy remained hard and then Bert asked "may I?" and lowered his head swallowing him deeply. In no time he got a load in his mouth which he promptly shared with me. We sat to watch. Giacomo was moving with lightning speed in the poor guy's chute which was widely distended. Every push in was making an alarming bulge in the guy's belly. I put my hand in his abdomen and could distinctly feel Giacomo's pole as it rearranged the guys bowels. Bert approached him and kissed him eventually silencing his cries of pain and pleasure.

"MERDA," grunted Giacomo, "QUESTO CULO È DELIZIOSAMENTE STRETTO. STO VENENDO!" and with powerful contractions he filled the tiny ass overflowing him rapidly. I pulled the small guy up, and as he was hugging my neck, he murmured in my ear, "more..." Bert heard him and in no time was buried balls deep in him. "God, dad," he said. "Giaco really did a job on him. I can barely feel his ass."

"Hurry up, son," I said. "I call dibs on third." As Bert fucked him, I was holding his weight that barely registered. I was kissing his lips, his nose, his ears and caressing his back and his little bubble butt. His tiny dick was still hard, rubbing my belly and painting me with precum. Soon Bert grunted and shot a load up the tiny ass. When he was done, he grabbed him by his waist and turned him around. The tiny ass was dilated, leaking cum and even a little bit of blood. "More, please, give me another," The small guy murmured softly as he hugged Bert's neck and wrapped his legs on Bert's waist. I rammed him burying my pole to the cods. Bert was right. I could barely feel his ass, but it was rapidly regaining tone and was soon grasping my dick as I plowed him, with a delicious friction.

It was my turn, and I fucked him rudely, pistoning my cock in and out without remorse. The black guy clenched his ass muscles and soon I was depositing my sticky juice deep in his tunnel. When I was done, he turned around, groggily hugged us and went walking, bandy-legged, looking for another cock to sit in.

We continued our walk towards Alina. By the time we reached the place we had last seen her, she was nowhere to be found. We looked around and, funnily enough, she was now back where we started, getting her pussy eaten by Nangnoi. A couple of teen girls approached us. The first one was an ash blond, with short hair held in a ponytail. A pair of baby blue eyes looked at the world with deep interest. The other had her very short hair dyed in a rabid shade of pink. Her dark eyes were calculating and cold. Her looks were startling but when she looked at me, her face illuminated with a smile, parting her lips and making two cute little dimples in her cheeks. "Alex!," she said, "What in god's name are you doing here?"

I was flabbergasted. I never expected to bump into someone I knew from home, but here she was. Grace, that was her name, had attended the same high school my daughter did, about three years below her. Grace's older sister was my daughter's best friend, and she used to call me daddy as well, being that their dad had left them very young. Grace hugged me tightly, disregarding her C-cup bosom pressing on my hairy body, and my suddenly hard cock pressed against her pubes. She was almost as tall as I but her weight of barely 100 pounds made her look extremely skinny.

Not letting go of her hug, she rubbed her body on my hardon and said lewdly, "you can't say I'm too young now, old man," she said almost panting. "I am old enough to get you to fuck me silly."

Her companion was looking at us and asked, "is he who I think he is, Grace," she asked.

"Bet your ass, slut," said Grace. "This old guy was the main star in my fantasies since I met him. I had a huge crush on him," then adding, "but what are you doing here, Alex? And who's this gorgeous man next to you?"

"Introductions are needed, Grace," I said. "This here is Bert. Bert, this here is Grace, the sister of my daughter's best friend." Turning to Grace I asked, "You can't be older than 18, Grace," I asked. "How did you manage to come here?"

"Mom gave me the money when I finished high school as valedictorian, and I booked my trip here." She said adding, "this here is Sabrina, also 18."

Sabrina asked, "are you and Bert traveling together?"

"Yes, Sabrina," I answered. "We are. Actually, and this is in confidence to the two of you,"

"You two are a full-blown couple, Alex," completed Grace. "I heard. I know."

Sabrina added, "what happens in the resort, stays in the resort." Grace was still rubbing against my cock keeping me hard and making me tremble.

'C'mon, Alex," she said laying in a lounge. "Stick it in me already. No need for foreplay."

The naughty teenager was laying on her back, legs lewdly opened, panting heavily. She had several tattoos decorating her skin. Her nails were painted black and were grasping her inner folds pulling them open for me. "COME ON, ALEX!" she said urgently. "It's not polite to keep a lady waiting!" Her pussy was pulsating, leaking fluids on the lounge chair. Disregarding my desire to eat her up, I aimed my cock to her tiny entrance and shoved my prick to the cods in her tight, hot, and slick pussy. "Who said you're a lady, slut?" I asked as I began to fuck the teen with wild movements. She was grunting and, wrapping her legs around my waist, she clung to me taking the fucking like a champ.

"I know you're the gay one, Bert," said Sabrina. "Would you mind fucking my ass?" as she kneeled in front of him, right next to us. She opened her cheeks giving his access and Bert shoved his cock to the cods, but not in her ass but her pussy. This was the second pussy I saw my twink fucking in this trip.

Grace was grunting under my savage attack, arms and legs wrapped around my fat body, black nails digging bloody trenches in my back and ass. Her pussy was convulsing around my invasion as I repeatedly pushed in, leaking my precum in the depths of her expert pussy. Her friction was maddening.

Bert was pounding the blonde girl with deep pushes, making her pussy squirt small amounts. Suddenly he pulled out and in the same movement buried his cock in her tight ass. His head went up as a grunt escaped his lips. Sabrina yelled "YESSSSS, YESSSS, THAT'S IT, DESTROY THAT ASS, STUD!"

Grace was becoming incoherent. Her limbs hugged me with renewed strength as her pussy began to convulse around my dick.

"I'M ABOUT TO CUM, SLUT!" I said. "I'LL PULL OUT AND PAINT YOUR TITS!"

"LIKE HELL YOU'RE PULLING OUT!" she answered wrapping my tightly. "YOU'LL POUR DEEP INSIDE ME! LET'S CUM TOGETHER!"

I was very close, and I increased my tempo. In no time I had to bury myself in one of the tightest pussies I had ever fucked and came with an intensity deserved by the slut I had under me. Thick, large and hot ropes of cum curled out of my cock, bathing her love tunnel and covering her cervix. Her muscles clenched and with an animal grunt she came, gushing a deluge of squirt under me. My balls and bush were suddenly drenched as she convulsed against my pole until she finally came down. I pulled out and sat at her feet, she sitting next to me to watch my twink and Sabrina going at it.

Sabrina had her 120-pound body wrecked by the rough fucking Bert was giving her ass. Her B-cup breasts were swinging wildly with erect nipples crowning two small, pink areolas. Bert's hands were wrapped around her tiny waist and were pulling and pushing her as he ravaged her ass. In a few minutes Bert buried himself and I knew he was emptying a large load in that youthful ass. Sabrina delighted us by squirting a fountain that reached us and bathed us in more smelly fluids.

Panting, both separated and came to sit next to us.

"You two are a pair of minxes, Grace," I said.

"You can call us sluts, Alex," she answered. "That's what we came here to be."

"How was it, G?" asked Sabrina. "How was it getting fucked by your crush?"

Grace sighed and said, "better that I could have dreamed, Sab," said the young minx. She opened her legs to inspect her pussy. Her trimmed bush was mated with her squirt and my cum was leaking from her fresh fucked cunt. I lowered my head and gave her a thorough licking, taking as much cum as I could in my mouth. Knowing me, Bert approached me and we kissed deeply, swapping my cum until both of us had swallowed enough.

"WOW," said Grace. "That's hot! Will you fuck each other now? I'd love to watch that!"

I was not even near full hardness yet, but Bert was recovering rapidly. Both girls took him in their mouths and began to give him a master double blowjob interrupted by luscious kisses. In no time Bert was hard and laid on his back, his prick pointing up. I straddled him and lowered myself in the well-known organ, burying him in the depths of my bowels. As Bert began to fuck me wildly, both girls approached my semi-hard prick and began to lavish it with their attentions.

Bert was moving inside me with the movements I loved. Deep and slow, reaching my depths and filling my back door deliciously. The girls were alternating between my nuts and my cockhead, swallowing my shaft in turns, slobbering all over my prick and getting me to full mast with ease.

When they had me full erect, they switched their attention to my ass. They watched with rapt interest as Bert's pole ravaged my chute with repetitive movements, dilating my ring and giving me the ride of my life. I tried to keep still but the overstimulation made it impossible. My muscles began to contract on their own volition increasing the friction that Bert was sensing and that made his movements become faster and rougher.

As Bert began to lose control, I clenched my pelvic muscles which finally made him lose it. Burying himself in my depths, his cock swelled and thick ropes of cum spurted out of his tip and bathed my tortured ass in his hot fluid. It began to leak around his pole and both girls latched, sucking the leakage. When Bert was done, he pulled out and sat next to me. Both girls kissed with both mouths full of cum and swapped it around, ending in a 69.

Bidding our farewells, we left towards Alina. "No need to go to her anymore, dad," said Bert. "The way you fucked that teen slut was enough of a show for me."

"Want to go back to the room, my love?" I asked.

"I think so, darling," he answered. "It's over 18:00 h. Let's get dinner and go sleep. Tomorrow, we travel again."

AUGUST 10TH, NIGHT

We left the pool with the orgy still in full swing and picked up our swimsuits. Then we walked to the restaurant and after a light dinner, accompanied by half a bottle of Greek wine, we returned to our room.

After opening the door, we embraced tenderly in the living room, kissing each other sweetly. It was a kiss of love, of care; the type of kiss that makes your heart skip a beat. Our hands roamed over our skins ending in our buttocks.

"Let's take a shower, daddy," murmured Bert.

Without a word, I grabbed his hand and guided him to the shower.

We took a lengthy shower, lathering ourselves in the luxurious soap, hands busy all over our bodies and kisses given and received. After nearly an hour, we finally turned off the water and walked to the bed, dripping water on the floor.

We rested on the bed, hugging quietly. Then I said, "we haven't opened the champagne, my love. Shall we?" and he moved to the veranda.

I took the ice bucket that Brigitta had left full and picked up the champagne from the small fridge. There were two flutes inside, as well a small bowl of strawberries. Loaded with the goodies, I went to the veranda and sat next to my other half. Bert did the honors and popped the champagne without letting the cork fly away, like an expert. He then poured two glasses, dropped a strawberry in each, and we sat to enjoy our last evening in Mykonos.

The time passed slowly, with soft conversation punctuated by sips of the excellent wine, meaningful silences and intense looks. Our eyes said much more than our words could convey. After finishing the last of the wine, we stood up and went to the bed, laying in a tight embrace, sliding our hands over our bodies with sweet meaning.

"Have a nice sleep, my beloved, sweet angel," I murmured softly.

"Rest well, my love," Bert answered.

A soft rain began to fall and the sound over the sea was relaxing and hypnotic. The moon still visible, half full, with a few clouds covering its shape. The open curtains let enough light in that made Bert's body shine, capturing the light with his tiny movements. His eyes were closed as I hugged and kissed him, his expression one of calm and, dare I say it, happiness. My eyes got moist again as I contemplated this gorgeous human being resting in my arms. I kissed his forehead, and he rested his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I followed suit soon afterward.

I was dreaming of Bert, at my home, sucking me in the living room as I read his dairy. Slowly sleep left me and I woke up feeling my cock embedded in a warm and wet envelop. Opening my eyes, I saw Bert sucking me deeply. His cock was hard and next to my mouth, so I took him as well and we delved in a delicious slow 69.

"I didn't mean to wake you, daddy," said Bert through a mouthful of cock, "but this rascal was poking my ass and got me very horny."

"Don't talk with a mouth full, son," I said releasing his cock for a second before returning to enjoy my midnight snack.

We kept at it for a while until I came with strong spurts in my beloved man's mouth. Bert didn't waste a drop and continued giving me head until he came a few minutes later, flooding my mouth and throat with a delicious discharge. We then moved to lay face to face, and I hugged him, kissing his mouth as if my life depended on it.

"These have been very wild days, dad," said Bert sleepily. "I don't think I had fuck and got fucked so many times in so short a period."

"I can hardly deny it, my love," I said. "We were a pair of very wild, randy men these days. And I don't regret it."

He hugged me again and said, "me neither, daddy. Me neither." Looking at the ceiling, he said, "I felt so free to indulge in all sorts of crazy acts because you were with me, dad. You made me feel secure and loved."

"That's because I love you, my dear," I answered. "It took my stupid brain too long to realize it but now, it's a fact. You made me feel worthy, loved and secure as well."

He came closer to me and purred. "Thanks for this trip, my love," and he added, "from now on, I'll remember these days as our honeymoon. Good night, sweetheart."

I shouldn't be surprised at him calling this a honeymoon. As a matter of fact, I literally boked the honeymoon package. I sighed deeply and said, "good night, my sweet angel."

We fell asleep again for the rest of the night.

AUGUST 11TH, MORNING.

We woke up after a sweet sleep, tightly entwined in a loving embrace. Bert pecked my lips, and I responded, saying, "we better pack, my love."

We spent about an hour picking all our clothes and stuff and packed our suitcases. "We can check our large suitcases all the way home, my love," I said. "Pack what you need for Madrid in your carry-on." I left my carry-on filled with what I thought I'd need in Madrid and left the rest in the large suitcase. Bert did likewise.

We then moved to the restaurant and had a hearty breakfast. Our flight was scheduled for 12:30 so we had still two hours before having to show up at the airport.

As Bert returned to the room, I went to the front desk to settle our account. The gorgeous lady gave me a detailed invoice which I settled with my credit card. Then I asked for bell-boy service to pick up our luggage and returned to our room. I found Bert dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a black polo shirt, and a pair of white moccasins without socks. I donned a pair of black shorts, a white linen t-shirt and my black moccasins and we were ready. Opening my wallet, I peeled out 700 dollars and put them in an envelope where I wrote "Brigitta" and left it in the table. We walked to the lobby where the young lady was waiting for us.

"Will you need a taxi, Mr Gølliksen?" she asked.

"I don't see another way to go to the airport, miss," I answered.

"You can drive the 2CV and leave it there," she said. "Today is already paid for and we can pick it up later. Call it a present from the resort."

"That's convenient, miss," I answered. "Thank you very much. Please ask the bellboy to load the suitcases in the car."

In a few minutes our luggage was loaded, and we were on our way to the airport.

We arrived at the departure lounge after parking the car, leaving the keys in the glove compartment, and went to Iberia's check in desk. The man attending the business class desk asked us if we wanted our luggage checked all the way back home and we said we wanted that. We were left with our carry-ons and walked to security, which we passed in a breeze and then went to our gate to wait. Soon, our plane, another Airbus 321 arrived, and we boarded in the first group. Seats 5A and 5C. I let Bert take the window seat and we relaxed to wait for takeoff which was perfectly on time. After a little under three hours, we were landing at Barajas International in Madrid.

AUGUST 11TH, AFTERNOON.

Not having checked luggage, we went easily to the curb to pick up a taxi. It was 15:30 and the drive took us about 30 minutes. The hotel was not big, only 88 rooms. It occupied a gorgeous 19th century palace right in the middle of Barrio las Letras. As promised, there was a sign at the entrance proclaiming they were heterosexual friendly. We walked to the front desk holding hands and were promptly tended by a gorgeous blond man in his early thirties. He welcomed us in beautiful Spanish.

"Bienvenidos al Hotel Axel, Madrid," he said. "¿Tenéis reservación?"

Bert took the lead and answered, "Si. A nombre del Señor Gølikssen," and proceeded to spell my last name.

Listening to my name, the man switched to a gorgeous, accented English and said, "Oh, yes. You reserved one of our suites," and proceeded to check us in. A bell rang and a young bellboy came to pick up our carry-ons and lead us to the elevator. The décor was fantastic. It was filled with Baroque elements mingling with references to gipsy and Spanish culture. The color scheme was warm, with lots of reds, gold and yellow. The door to our suite looked majestic, dark wood, with golden locks and knobs.

The bellboy opened the door and lead us in. The room was gigantic. More than 500 square feet. A large bed with a canopy sat in the room with a tub next to it. On one side was the bathroom, which was open to the rest of the room. The only enclosed space held the WC. A fireplace rested on one of the walls faced by two, dark blue easy chairs and a small table. A bucket of ice rested on the table with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. The bellboy put our suitcases in the walk-in closet, closed its door, uncorked the wine and poured us two glasses, leaving afterwards with a hefty tip that Bert gave him.

"He's gorgeous, dad," said Bert. "I was tempted to ask him if he was interested but I prefer we take these two days just for the two of us, if you don't mind."

"My thoughts exactly, my dear," I answered sipping the excellent wine.

"So, what's the plan, Alex?" asked Bert.

"I heard that Chueca is the gay neighborhood of Madrid, darling," I said. "Alas, we missed the Madrid LGTBIQA+ Pride Festivals which is held in summer but there's plenty to do and see there."

"OK, dad," he said. "Let's grab a nap and then dinner, then come up to prepare and go out."

With that said, we shed our clothes leaving only our briefs on and laid in the gorgeous bed. It was at least 7 feet long and the mattress was soft and luxurious. I didn't realise how tired I was. I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow and so did Bert.

We woke up at 18:30, feeling refreshed after the short nap. We donned our clothes again and came down to dine. We went to Parú Inkas Sushi & Grill, servin Peruvian oriented fushion cuisine. We had a delicious dinner, billed to our room and went upstairs to change. On entering the room, Bert asked me to get ready and give him some space to prepare. He had a surprise for me that he hoped I would like.

I went to shower and returned to the bed to dress. Bert took his shower and went to the walk-in closet asking me, "don't dress yet, dad." He then added, "I want to coordinate our looks today."

He took quite a long time getting dressed. I took the time to call my daughter to inform her I was in Madrid and asked her if she was free the following day.

"Sure, dad," she said. "I work until 15:00 h. "Do you want to see me?"

"Of course, my little witch," I said. "Where should we meet?"

"Is the guy in the picture with you?" she asked.

"Yes, Ditte," I answered. "He's here with me. We arrived this afternoon and we fly back the day after tomorrow."

"Great, dad," she said. "Shall we meet for drinks and dinner?"

"Sure, darling." I responded.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the Axel," I said.

"OK, at C de Atocha in El Barrio de las Letras," she said. "I'll drop by the hotel and we can go out to drink and eat someplace near, ok?" she added, "you have to tell me everything, dad."

"It's a date," I agreed. "Let's say at 18:00 h?"

"You got it. See you two tomorrow," she said cheerfully.

As I hung up, one of Bert's arms peeked out of the door holding a bag. "Pick this up and get dressed, dad," he asked me.

Curious, I grabbed the bag and returned to the bed. Inside I found a sheer white silk shirt, long sleeved, a pair of black leather pants, a golden chain for my neck, a pair of shiny black shoes, white socks and somekind of a handkerchief with skulls painted on. Surprised by the outfit he picked up for me, I decided to just put it on. I was curious by the lack of underwear but, as I was feeling my arousal rising, by the time I was dressed, I was hard as steel. My cock bulged suggestively on the tight pants, and I understood why Bert didn't include a pair of briefs. "I'm ready, my love!" I yelled.

"Coming!" he said with a throaty voice and he entered the room. I was stunned. Bert was wearing a very short, pink skirt that didn't reach the bottom of his buttocks, a white tank top tightly wrapped around his torso, made with semitransparent cloth. His nipples were visible through the fabric. He had a thin golden chain around his neck and a small bag hanged from his shoulder. He was wearing makeup. Not exaggerated but a discreet blush in his lovely cheeks, bright red lipstick, and eye liner. He had put on eyelashes, and his hair was combed back with generous amount of grease holding it down. He looked the perfect femboy and my cock gave its approval.

"What do you think, daddy," he said seductively swaying his hips making the skirt fly around and giving me a glimpse of a black lace thong hugging his bottom.

"You look good enough to eat, my love," I said throatily. "We better leave, or I'll destroy that outfit, ripping it from your body and I would fuck you as a madman in love."

"Save that for later, dad," he said seductively. "Let me fix this," he said tying the handkerchief on my head as a bandana and rolling my sleeves up to my elbows, leaving my hairy forearms visible. Then he said, "let's party!"

AUGUST 11TH, NIGHT

We left the room and took the elevator down. As we approached the front desk, I could feel eyes following us, conversations stopping and some soft whistles. The gorgeous guy at the front desk looked at us appreciatively and said, "I see you're ready to party."

"Indeed, we are," I answered. "Can you recommend us a place to go?"

"You can just go down to the 'Bala Perdida' bar in our basement," he said. "It has a nice drinks menu, a large dancing area, good music and good vibes."

"What do you say, darling?" I asked.

"Let's check it out, my love," Bert said.

We followed directions and arrived at the place. Loud Latin music was blasting out of the doors when we opened it. The place was packed. Several couples were dancing lewdly in the dancing floor, gyrating sensuously to the beat. We moved to the bar and bought a Gray Goose on the rocks for Bert and a Seagrams gin for me. A waiter asked us our room number and took us to a reserved table in the back, close to the stage. We sat to admire the crowd.

It was a free, unencumbered and happy crowd. Gay and lesbians couples intermingled with straight couples without any hint of conflict. We sipped our drinks, but the music was calling me. I had never been a good salsa dancer but that never stopped me from trying. Grabbing Bert's hand, I dragged him to the dance floor, and we started to dance. As luck had it, the piece ended immediately and was followed by a slow ballad as the lights dimmed. Only the fluorescent lights behind the bar provided illumination on the dance floor. Several couples returned to their tables, but Bert hugged me, placing his hands on my leather-covered butt, he pressed his body to mine and started to sway slowly to the beat of the song. I hugged him, grabbing his ass as his hands moved to my shoulders. We started dancing in old-fashioned, cheek-to-cheek fashion, kissing each other from time to time as the music flooded our senses. The song ended and we didn't realize it until a fast merengue took its place. This was more down my street and, taking Bert by his narrow hips, I started to dance and move around the floor with ease. He was a superb dancer and followed me flawlessly around the dance floor. I held him in different poses as we did all those kinds of turns and gyrations which make merengue such a fantastic dance. Without realizing it, we were soon given the dance floor to ourselves and the crowd stood around us admiring our technique. When the piece ended, we were startled by the sudden round of applause that congratulated us. With a slight blush we bowed, and I walked Bert back to our table. I was sweating a little and was feeling thirsty.

"I didn't know you were such a good merengue dancer, daddy," said Bert holding my hand. "That was a nice surprise for me!" I smiled self-consciously and, on arriving at our table, I saw that our drinks were empty, but the waiter soon came with a refill and a small platter of pitted olives. "Your prize, gentlemen," he said. I stopped him before he left and asked, "What prize?" He then added, "whenever a couple is given the floor and then rewarded with a round of applause, they get a free drink on the house, Mr. Gølliksen."

Bert laughed at my surprise, and I still felt a little self-conscious. Just to silent him, I grabbed an olive and placed between Bert's red lips. He took it with his lips lingering in my finger and his tongue licking the brine from my fingertip. He then grabbed a black olive and placed against my lips. I stuck out my tongue licking the olive and his finger before opening my mouth. Bert pressed in and placed the olive inside my mouth sliding his nail over the top of my tongue as he pulled it out. I swallowed the olive and planted a wet and salty kiss on his lips, smearing the lipstick on mine. Bert groaned and murmured, "I don't know how much more of this I can handle, stud," and sitting up, fished a small powder box from his bag and repaired his makeup, pouting his lips to get perfect coverage of his lipstick. Nobody could confuse him for a young girl, but he was stunning, sexy, very desirable and he was mine.

We continued to drink and dance and managed to get two more prizes, a second one with another merengue and one with tango simply because nobody else knew how to tango. We didn't care and improvised, although Bert did know a thing or two about dancing tango. When the piece ended, I was holding Bert with a hand on his back and the other on one of his thighs, pushing up the mini skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination Our faces were pressed cheek to cheek. Bert's breathing had become heavy, and he gasped in my ear "take me upstairs, dad. I can't handle it anymore." I was ragingly hard, and I said something I never thought I would say. "Shall we go to the bathroom instead?" Bert stood up as fast as he could and grabbing my hand, he dragged me to the door marked only with WC and pushed it open. We entered one of the stalls and he slid his thong down and pulled his skirt up, opening his cheeks and begged "FUCK MEEEE!"

Opening my leather pants, I released my cock and buried it in his ass in a single movement. Without minding if we were heard or not, he pushed back and began to yell, "FUUUUUCK MEEEEE, DADDY! FUCK MY ASS! FILL ME UP!"

"TAKE MY DICK, SONNY!" I was screaming. My hands went to his cock which was scalding hot, leaking a lot of precum and hard as a rock. The savage bout didn't last two minutes and as his cock twitched, splashing his large load on the tiles and the WC, I filled his clenching ass with my sticky juice, some of it leaking out. After we finished, we exited the stall on trembling legs. Bert's makeup was a mess, and my pants had cum on the inside and the outside. Bert went to one of the basins and refreshed his face, reapplying the makeup. Then he grabbed a wet towel and tried to clean my pants, but I decided against it. He put on his thongs, and we walked back to our table, my cum visibly leaking from his ass and his cum still over my trousers.

On our table were a pair of fresh drinks that we took thirstily. I was feeling a buzz now due to all the alcohol and decided to go slower. A ballad was playing, and we stood up to dance. As the music ended, we returned to our table. A man in his thirties came over and asked to sit for a while. We struck a conversation that predictably soon drifted to sex.

He asked, "where did you hire him?" he asked me.

Bert answered, "he didn't. We are a couple."

I added, "yep. Believe it or not, we're together as a couple."

The guy was deeply embarrassed and apologized profusely. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"No offense taken," I said, "at least not for me. I can understand your thought. I can't believe it myself that this angel of a man has given me his heart and stolen mine."

"I didn't give you my heart, my love," Bert said. "You won it fair and square."

Apologizing again, the man left, and we finished our drinks. We stood up and left the bar. It was nearly 02:00 am and the exhaustion of the trip was making itself be felt. We arrived at our room, took a quick shower and fell naked in a slumber until nearly 8:00 am.

AUGUST 12TH, MORNING.

The sounds from the street below were a sharp contrast with the peace and quiet of our resort in Mykonos. It didn't bother me as long as the first thing I saw was Bert's face as he slept soundly, with soft, cute snores and his delicious lips parted in a sleepy smile. I couldn't resist and kissed those ruby lips with loving softness that woke up my dear love.

"Good morning, my love," Bert purred as he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, my dear angel," I answered. "Sorry to wake you up."

"Can't ask for a better wake-up call than a kiss from you, my darling," he said stretching lazily. His toned body shone with a blinding inner light that lit up my heart with warmth. It was going to be very hard to part ways in two days when we arrived at his city, even though we certainly would be seeing each other very soon afterward.

"Shall we have breakfast, dad?" Bert asked me.

"Let's go down, my love," I answered. "Breakfast is included after all."

We dressed discretely for that day. I donned a pair of white Bermuda shorts with a deep blue shirt. I completed my look with a pair of black moccasins. Bert chose a pair of tight jeans that hugged his shape beautifully and a T-shirt decorated with an image of Mykonos town. He donned a pair of sport shoes, and we were ready.

We picked our breakfast at the buffet. We both went with a typical Spanish breakfast of toast with crushed tomatoes, several pieces of Spanish tortilla, Manchego cheese and Serrano ham. We accompanied this feast with a cup of latte and an orange juice for each one; and we sat to eat in a table for two.

"I might have a surprise for you tonight, my dear," I said. "We're having drinks and dinner with my daughter."

Bert's eyes opened as plates with surprise and asked, "when did you arrange that, Alex?"

"Last night after I got dressed and was waiting for you to be ready," I answered. "She's thrilled to meet you and so am I, to be honest. She's the love of my life and I want to share that with you as well."

Bert blushed deeply, lowered his head and I could easily guess he was deeply touched. When he rose his head, his gorgeous eyes were wet and he looked at me saying, "I'm deeply touched, my love. I'm eager to meet her. I hope she likes me."

"You'll love her, my dear." I said completely convinced, adding, "and you'll win her heart as easy as you won mine."

He remained quiet for the rest of the breakfast. After we finished, we left the hotel and walked the four blocks to the Plaza Mayor where we explored the surroundings lazily. We entered shops and for a while I lost sight of Bert. When he met me again, he was carrying a small bag.

AUGUST 12TH, AFTERNOON

We walked to the 'Calle Mayor' and grabbed a bus to the 'Catedral de Santa Maria de la Real de la Almudena'. It was in a complex that included the Royal Palace, and we spent a nice time strolling around and taking thousands of photos of the buildings and of ourselves dazzled by the beauty of this fantastic city.

At noon we stopped at '100 Montaditos' a little bar across from the Royal Theater where we had a couple of beers and several delicious mini sandwiches and tapas as a light lunch. We then walked to the Opera metro station and went to visit the Toledo Bridge over the Manzanares river and lazily strolled around until 16:00 h. Then we returned to the hotel to bath and dress for the date with my daughter.

After a shower, Bert dressed in a pair of burgundy slacks and a white linen shirt. He put on a pair of white moccasins and was ready, looking dashing and sophisticated. I put on a pair of dark blue slacks and a baby blue shirt complemented with my black shoes. Dressed, we went downstairs to wait for Ditte.

At 18:00 sharp she walked the entrance of the hotel. As usual, after a long time without seeing her, I got a knot in my throat watching the gorgeous woman my daughter had turned into. She exuded self-confidence and sophistication. She held an upper management position at the 'Gran Hotel Inglés' close to the 'Paseo del Prado' and had the trust and confidence of the manager and the upper management of the chain. She handled everything related to advertising, image and social networks.

My daughter was 5'7" and 120 pounds. She had strawberry blond hair loose down to between her shoulder blades. Her face exuded intelligence and her big eyes were as green and as deep as Bert's. A pair of gold earring adorned her earlobes. Her hands were impeccably manicured with burgundy nails. She was dressed in a beige tailored suit over an elegant white blouse. Her skirt was mid leg, down to her knees and her Jimmy Choo high heels were brown, shiny and elegant. She immediately saw us and walked to where we were sitting. I stood up and we were fused in a tight hug, compensating for the long time we hadn't seen each other. We started talking in rapid fire Danish as I held her and, switching to English I introduced them.

"Bert, meet Ditte." I said somewhat formally. "My beloved daughter, my biggest pride, the light of my eyes, and the dearest woman in the world for me. Ditte, meet Bert. He is a latino man, a lot younger than me, and I have to confess that we are deeply in love with each other."

"DAD, THAT'S FANTASTIC!" she said hugging Bert and kissing him in both cheeks. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Bert. I can see what you have done for my old man. His eyes had never shone as beautifully as they did just now when he looked at you and said your name."

Bert blushed deeply and surprisingly, seemed to be lost for words. "A pleasure, Miss Ditte," he mumbled uncharacteristically shy.

"Come on, man," said my Ditte. "Miss? We both love the same old guy. I'm Ditte and you'll be Bert. Deal with it!" said my daughter with her usual sparkling personality. She sat with us and Bert picked up the little bag and gave it to her, again blushing deeply and saying, "a little, completely unworthy present I got for you."

Surprised, Ditte took the unmarked bag and fished out of it an elegant jewelry case in dark velvet with some golden letters embroidered in. She looked a little confused and opened it. Aghast and without words, she showed the content to me. It was a gorgeous 24-carat gold chain with a small pendant in the shape of a bird with its wings spread. The bird was also 24-carat gold, and its eyes were two perfect emeralds. The beak was a piece of highly polished red coral. It was gorgeous and it couldn't have cost a penny under 1000 or 1200 dollars.

"When did you get this gorgeous thing, Bert?" I asked flabbergasted.

"This morning when we were strolling close to the Calle Mayor, Alex." He said. "I sneaked in a jewelry shop and luckily found this in a jiffy."

"Bert, thank you so much," said Ditte looking at her present. "It's gorgeous," and turning around, pulled her blonde hair forward and asked Bert. "Would you put it on for me?"

With trembling hands, Bert passed the chain over her head and fastened the little lock on her back. The bird rested on my daughter's chest on her blouse, between her breasts. The emeralds caught the light with shiny reflections. It matched my daughter's eyes perfectly.

Ditte turned around and hugged Bert tightly for a long time. I knew my daughter, and I could guess she was holding sobs of happiness and surprise. When she finally separated from Bert, she hugged me, moist eyes and all, and said with raspy voice, "you'd better take good care of him, dad. He's way too good for you."

"I can't agree more, my little witch," I said and looking at Bert I mouthed, 'thank you'.

After a while, we decided to leave.

AUGUST 12TH, NIGHT

"Let's go, boys," said Ditte. "I have a reservation at La Manduca de Azagra and they would never forgive me if we're late. Dinner will be my treat."

"Honey, that restaurant is very expensive," I said. "Let me take the bill. I can put it against my taxes, the way I made this trip."

"Nonsense, dad," she said. "I'm making good money; I want to treat you and Bert, and I also will put it in my tax return as a business dinner."

Bert said, "now I know why rich people remain rich," showing that he was recovering his normal self.

I signaled the front desk to get us a taxi and we exited the hotel. Shortly, a cab stopped and took us to the restaurant in 15 minutes. We were received by the maître d'hotel and we were shown to a reserved table in the center of the room. The restaurant was modern, quiet, and soft music poured from speakers hidden in the ceiling. The waiter brought our menus and asked what we would like to drink. I ordered a glass of Navarra red, and Bert ordered a Ribera del Duero, a fantastic red from Rioja. Ditte took the same as me. I could not fail to notice that neither my menu, nor Bert's had the prices in it. I assumed that only Ditte's had them. Very classy.

While we waited for the food, Ditte subjected us to one of her usual interrogatories.

"OK. Spill it. How did you meet?"

"You know, my little witch," I said. "I felt curious and wanted to do something I had never done so I found Bert's ad in a specialized web site and went to meet him in his city that weekend I told you about."

"True, Ditte," said Bert. "Your dad was an impeccable gentleman, sophisticated, tender and showed me a vulnerability that I didn't expect. Even when we were doing the dirty stuff that was expected, he always wore his heart in his sleeve, never forgetting to treat me as a person of value, and never hiding his generous self from me," said Bert. "It was not recommended in my line of work at the time, but I felt myself incapable to resist falling for him. When we parted ways after those glorious two days, I was desperate for him to feel at least a little of what was making my heart explode. When he dropped me at my apartment and we locked eyes, I thought I saw something in his gaze that made me believe I was being corresponded."

"It took your silly dad too long a time to realize that, Ditte." I added. "When I emailed him later, he sent me his phone number, and I called." I said remembering that day. "The moment I heard his voice I felt as if no time had passed, my heart skipped a beat, and a bunch of butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. Still, I was too dumb to recognize that."

"When I asked your dad when he was going to come over, he asked if I had a passport," said Bert. "The question took me by surprise, and I remained mute for a long time. I was thinking if this meant what I desperately wanted before answering." Bert said. His gorgeous green eyes, almost the same shade as Ditte's, were moist remembering, and his delicious lips were parted. "He asked me to travel with him for several days, to, in his words, be alone in the world."

Ditte said, "if that didn't mean what you expected, I don't know my dad, Bert."

"I have to confess that I was still too dumb to recognize my heart, and I was stupid enough to ask him how much he was going to charge for those days," I said sheepishly.

"DAD!" scowled Ditte. "How could you!" and turning to Bert she added "See? You're too good for him, Bert," with her mischievous smile.

Bert blushed and said, "eventually, he agreed to take me as his guest. I feel elated and the moment I hung up, I went out shopping. I bought some clothes for him. I didn't know his size, but his body was imprinted in my mind, my arms, mi brain, and I got everything I wanted. Then passing a pharmacy, I stopped and got an extra toothbrush. When I arrived home, I hid the bag in my closet and put a name tag in the toothbrush and left it in my bathroom."

"Good tactic, Bert," said Ditte smiling. "I bet he didn't get it."

Bert laughed and said, "I don't think he did!"

"Wait a minute," I said defensively. "I did get it, eventually. I mean, it took me a couple of days, but I got it."

"Don't worry, dad, "said my daughter. "We still love you despite that."

"Stop ganging up on me, kids," I said with an unavoidable smile.

The food was arriving, and we stopped talking, or better said, they stopped colluding against me. I took a few moments to admire the food. The dishes were impeccably plated, with normal portions, not those huge ones from stateside. The meal started with several small plates of entrants including Iberic bellota ham, duck foie with port reduction, truffled goat cheese with honey, borraja and thistle, typical vegetables from Navarra. Not a lot, just enough to whet our appetites and leave us longing for more. The sommelier came with a Magnum of cava.

"Buenas noches, señorita Gølliksen," said the guy, "un placer recibirla de nuevo."

Switching to English she answered, "Good evening, Marcel."

"I brought you usual, ma'am," he said, swiftly turning the bottle to show her the label.

"That'll do, Marcel," she said, adding, "this is my father and a close associate of him, Mr. Armada,"

Marcel responded, "welcome to La Manduca de Azagra, Mr Gølliksen, Mr. Armada," and then addressing me added, "Miss Gølliksen is one of our most esteemed customers, sir. We are delighted to have you here with us tonight."

"Thanks, Marcel," I said graciously. "It is my pleasure as well."

"Thank you, Marcel," said Bert. "A pleasure to be in one of the most reputable restaurants of Madrid."

Marcel left and we started on the entrants. The wine flowed easily, and the conversation was divine. Soon, the main dishes made their appearance. I had decided on carrilleras de ternera veal cheeks served stewed; Bert and Ditte went with fish, sea bass in green herbs sauce for my twink and hake fillet in lemon sauce for my little witch. Soon we dispatched the delicious meal and settled for desert. We went for a platter of Spanish cheeses and fruits with three small sherbets, one for each. The meal was crowned by three small liquors and then three espressos. The sobremesa was lengthy and I regaled Bert with several anecdotes of Ditte's childhood with her responding with a very accurate imitation of my face when she told me she was going to become sexually active. The time flew and after a couple of hours, we left.

Ditte said, "Let's go for a drink and a dance, shall we?"

"Music to my ears, Ditte," said Bert. "Do you know your father is a fantastic merengue dancer?"

"Of course, dear," she said. "He taught me at the tender age of twelve."

I had the modesty of blushing remembering that day, her birthday, us surrounded by her stepmom, her stepbrother, family and friends, and me holding her lithe body in my arms as we swam around our living room. She was a natural.

While we walked Ditte continued her interrogation. "So, I know how you met, guys. Tell me, how's the sex?"

Bert looked at me in horror, but I just waved a hand and said to him, "don't worry, darling. Ditte and I have no forbidden conversations," and then to Ditte, "it was fantastic, my dear. Bert has the stamina of youth and is an accomplished lover."

"And did you limit yourself to be top only, dad?" she asked.

"You know I didn't, my little witch," I said with a smile. "I told you over the phone when I returned."

"I know, dad," she said. "I just want to see your face as you tell me."

"I asked him to top me not even 24 hours after we met," I said. "He was gentle, kind and we did it several more times afterwards."

"Did you like it, dad?" asked my little witch.

"To say I liked it would be the understatement of the year, Ditte," I answered. "It was incredible."

"See?" she said to me and then to Bert, "I had been telling him to allow his lady friends to use a strap-on on him, but he always recoiled."

We had arrived at the door of 'El 12 Club' and entered it. It was a small locale, with a nice decadent atmosphere. The dancefloor was taken completely by both gay and lesbian couples. We found a table and ordered some cocktails. Soon the DJ started a mix of merengues and Ditte stood up and asked Bert to dance. I remained seated watching my two most beloved people in the world teach a masterclass on merengue dancing. Bert was fantastic, now leading and Ditte was a sight to behold. The crowd didn't mind a mixed couple dancing amidst them but soon had to stop and pay attention. Just like it happened the night before, soon they were the only ones dancing and the people were around them cheering and clapping. When the mix ended, they returned to our table followed by a crowd of admirers.

One of the girls that followed them asked, "are you two a couple?" She was a sight to behold. Not more than 5 feet tall and 90 pounds, she was dressed in a very short black leather skirt and a top covering her small tits that left her midriff bare. Her hair was black, cut in a short punk style, and her skin milky white. Two large tattoos adorned her thighs, and her left arm had a black sleeve tattooed from her nimble shoulder to her elbow. In her lower abdomen a small arrow pointed suggestively towards her groin. She was nailing the slutty punk look.

"Nooooo," said Ditte. "Bert here is my dad's partner," pointing to me.

"Would you dance with me?" the girl asked me right away.

I looked at Bert and he nodded. I took the girl in my arms and the DJ put on another mix of merengue. I put the girl through all my motions, and she moved flawlessly. Her lithe body pressed on mine whenever the song required it, and I couldn't avoid responding. The girl felt my hardon and with a smile asked.

"Aren't you gay, big guy?"

"Actually, dear," I said. "I'm bi", pressing her tighter to my hardon.

She murmured, "So am I, stud. I'm a real bi-slut," adding as she rubbed against my hardon, "Mmmmmh, it feels nice, hot and hard, old guy. Can I try it tonight?"

"Sorry, my dear," I said sadly, "but tonight I'm out with my current partner and my daughter. Not to say that I wouldn't love it."

"Pity," she said and then added, "I love old men. I'm sure you will be a great fuck. Maybe we can meet another day."

"I hope so, little lady," I answered. The music ended and we returned to the table. There were three people there. A gay couple in their mid-twenties and another young punk girl. They were talking animatedly with Bert and Ditte and as we sat down, I was greeted with hugs and two kisses on each side of my face by each of the three people.

"I see you met my slutty friend, Alex," said the girl sitting next to Ditte. "Did she offer herself to you already?"

"As a matter of fact, I did, Elena," said the girl adding, "I'm Solangel by the way. Sol to my friends."

"A pleasure Sol," I answered as Ditte completed the introductions.

"She's Elena, 20-year-old girl from Madrid. Sol is a 19-year-old slut from A Coruña. They live and study here." Sol didn't flinch at being introduced as a slut. Ditte continued, "these two are Alejandro and Raul, both are 25 and they run a graphic design studio that I have worked with from my office. They're very trendy."

One of the two said, "Ditte here is one of our best customers. Knowledgeable, demanding but fair, and she never misses a payment."

Sol said suddenly, "wanna dance with me, Bert?"

He stood up, took her hand and off they went to the dancefloor. The current set was salsa and as good a merengue dancer as she had proved, her salsa skills were out of this world. She moved sensuously to the beat of old salsa, not moving around a lot. It was not Salsa Casino. It was the real thing that was danced all over Venezuela, Colombia, Cuba, Panamá; etc. The unadulterated dancing expression of a whole subcontinent. She clung to Bert's body, gyrating her hips to his movements, and turning around in a coordinated erotic expression of musical bliss. The DJ apparently noticed because he seamlessly mixed the current piece with a hot lambada and they started to, as they say, polish their belt buckles. Sol's small skirt was flowing around wildly, making it clear that she was not wearing underwear. Her small globes shone with some sweat as she glued herself to Bert's groin apparently trying to get him hard.

"I think Sol has found a couple of playmates for tonight," sighed Elena. "And I was hoping for a hot night to end the evening."

"You can always come with me, girl," said my daughter.

"Can I? Really?" retorted Elena. Ditte answered by pressing her mouth to the punk girl and kissing her lewdly. I saw my Ditte had found her playmate for the night.

The two dancers returned, sweat covering Bert's brow and glistening on Sol's belly. She saw Elena and Ditte making out and sat between Bert and me. When the other two girls came up for air, Sol said, "I think you found something to do tonight, dear."

"And you, slut? Did you find something to do?" retorted Elena.

"I think I did, if they want," said Sol lasciviously and then added indecently, "I even got Bert hard!"

I looked at my twink and he shrugged, saying, "sorry daddy. I couldn't help it."

"If you don't mind, we'd better settle the bill and leave then." I said.

"My dear, thank you very much for this evening," I said to my daughter. She just waved her hand with a mouthful of Elena's tongue. "I'll see you later."

She came up for breath and said, panting, "sorry dad, but I am currently busy. I'll pick you up tomorrow and drive you to the airport."

"OK," I said. "Our flight leaves at 17:00 h."

Alejandro and Raul bode farewell and left hand in hand. Ditte and Elena also left arms around waists. Sol grabbed our hands and said, "let's go fuck, studs. I'm soaking wet."

We grabbed a taxi and returned to the hotel. It was only 22:00 h as we entered. Bert and Sol took the elevator as I walked to the front desk. "I see you have a guest, Mr. Gølliksen," the front desk man said. "Will she be staying the night?"

"I think so, sir," I answered. "Would there be a surcharge for this?"

"Only the tourist tax, sir. 12 Euros," he informed me

"OK," I said. "Do I have to pay it now or can you charge my room?"

"I'll charge your room, sir," he said and then, "enjoy your night."

Bert and Sol had not waited for me, so I took the elevator up and went to our suite. I could already hear grunts and moans from outside the room. When I opened the door Sol was crouching in front of Bert as he plowed her from behind. Their clothes were strewn around the floor. Sol small tits were swinging below her as Bert fucked her roughly from behind. I walked to the bed, discarding clothes on my way. My hardon was ready for action. As I set myself behind Bert, I could see his cock pistoning in Sol's pussy. HER PUSSY. My twink was fucking yet another cunt. His eyes were closed, and his hands were rudely grabbing her tiny ass leaving angry red marks in her globes.

I stood transfixed by the lewd spectacle. My love was wildly pistoning on Sol's little cunt. Her lips distended as she received the bloated invader once and again, her sweat dripping in rivulets down her globes, her legs and pooling in the sheets between her feet. I kneeled behind Bert, pressing my mouth to his pulsating ass and gave him a rimming. His ass smelled of sweat, his manly odor and, of course, a hint of shit. I had become such a dirty old man that far from revolting me, this combination stoked my flames further and I got harder if that was possible.

Sol was mumbling nonsense as her blood rushed to her face, torso and ass, flushing her skin in a moist, deep red tint. Her neck muscles were distended trying to keep quiet, but she lost that battle. As her body began to convulse in a monstruous wave of pleasure, her throat let go and she began to yell

"SI, MACHO. ¡FOLLA ESE COÑO! ¡METEME LA VERGA HASTA EL FONDO! ¡LLENA MI COÑO DE LECHE! FOLLAME COMO LA PUTA INDECENTE QUE SOY! ¡HAZ QUE ME CORRA!" all modesty, that she certainly didn't have, was thrown out to the wind as her body continued to convulse under Bert's relentless assault. My twink had brought the young whore to a mind wrenching orgasm and he was still fucking her with lust and abandon.

I finally kneeled behind Bert and pressed my cock between my beloved twink's ass cheeks. He pushed back to me, and I easily entered his ass in a single push. He pressed again, this time on Sol's ass, and she half grunted half yelled.

"¡SIIIIII, VERGON! ¡FOLLAME EL CULO! ¡METEME LA VERGA EN EL CULO! ¡SACAME TODA LA MIERDA!"

Bert's continued fucking, now on her ass, prolonged her orgasm and she thrashed and convulsed as a bitch in heat. More obscenities poured from her mouth. "¡DALE, MALDITO BASTARDO! FOLLAME DURO! ¡DALE DURO A ESA CULOOOOOO! ¡NO PARESSSSSS!" Her indecent screams firing both of us and we kept on fucking savagely.

We continued with the wild fuck session with our movements synchronizing. Bert's ass was clenched in pleasure as my cock revisited his depths. Even though we were not alone, I felt the deep connection between us, no pun intended and relished in the pleasure we were giving each other. I was pretty worked up and soon a familiar tingling started in my balls and cock as I said.

"CUMMMING, I'M GONNA CUM SOON!"

Sol screamed as she unsheathed Bert and turned around jerking him furiously. "CORRANSE SOBRE MI, SEMENTALES! PAJEENSE SOBRE MIS TETAS! BAÑENME DE LECHE!" Sol seemed to be in the grasps of a prolonged orgasm and showed no signs of coming down.

Bert unsheathed me and Sol grabbed our cocks wanking furiously and sucked us both. Her little mouth opened absurdly and took both our cocks almost to the cods. The visual stimulus did it for us and with a few seconds of difference we both exploded over her cute but hard face. My ropes of cum landed on her head, cheeks and open mouth as Bert's painted her chin, her tiny tits ending with his cum mixed with mine on her red lips. Little Sol swallowed all she could greedily and then she laid on the bed, her skin still flushed, sweat shining over it, her face an indecent mask of lewdness and lust, her legs wide open and her pussy pulsating. She looked at us and said, "That was a fantastic cum, studs," adding, "but my cunt and ass need some cum inside as well."

Bert was rapidly engorging, but I was resolutely soft. Almost completely flaccid. Sol looked at Bert, and with unspoken agreement, they both went down on my groin and started a luscious double blowjob. I didn't think I could get hard again, at least not before a long time, but their mouths on my cock, their hands on my sac and their fingers probing my ass were proving to be enough stimulation. In a few minutes I was on my way to another hardon when I felt two fingers being pushed inside my chute. The two appendixes began tu fuck my ass and when my prostate felt the pressure I became hard again.

"You're quite ready, old man," said the young wench. "Care for a pussy younger than your daughter's?" she asked lewdly, pushing me so I landed on my back, and she straddled me sinking my rod in her hot, slick, and tight cunt. It enveloped my weapon in a tight embrace as she continued to sink down on my pole until, for the second time on this trip, I felt my cockhead pressed against a young, firm cervix. Sol remained quiet there and I wondered why. Soon my answer came when I felt another tube entering her ass, slowly but unstopping, until it bottomed up deep in her bowels. Bert had just penetrated her tight ass.

Bert's cock buried up Sol's ass made her pussy insanely tight, and I could feel every single fold of her love tunnel being smashed by my organ buried deeply inside her. Once both of us were firmly lodged in, Sol began to rock over our two weapons, fucking herself while she groaned.

"DIOS MIO!" she yelled once again in Spanish. "NUNCA ME HABIA SENTIDO TAN REPLETA! DENLE DURO, MARICOS. NO PAREN! DENME DURO! ROMPAN ESE CULO Y ESE COÑO! FOLLENMEEEEEE!" as her rocking did just that.

Our movements were finally coordinated. I held Sol's ass as I pumped from below with fast and furious movements as Bert seesawed her from behind. Every time he was pushing in, I was pulling out, leaving only my head inside that insanely tight and hot pussy. Every time I pressed in, I could feel Bert's withdrawing, his cock rubbing deliciously on mine through the thin membrane separating her two canals. This bout continued for a long time, probably 10 minutes. Both her wholes were widely distended, receiving our engorged pricks with huge pleasure, as her head turned upwards together with her eyes and her skin began to flush deep red once again.

From my point of view, I could see the progress of her sexual blush. It started in the base of her neck, extending downwards, rapidly covering her gorgeous little tits and spreading to her taut abdomen. In the other direction it covered her cheeks before spreading to her forehead and the rest of her face. Her reddened skin showing the level of arousal she was getting. Her pussy muscles had started to clench rhythmically, coordinated with our fucking. She was sweating profusely, large droplets falling on my face and torso. Her muscles began to contract increasing the friction on our bloated cocks. Her grunts once again turned to obscene words in Spanish, and she yelled. "¡SIIIIII, HIJOS DE PUTA! ¡LLENEN ESE COÑO Y ESE CULO! ¡ROMPANME COMPLETA! ¡COÑO NO PAREN! ¡ME ESTOY CORRIENDOOOOO!" She came. Hard. Her muscles convulsed as all her nerves seemed to fire at once. A large squirt left her tight pussy, drenching my sac and the base of my cock, pooling under my ass. This did it for me. Burying myself deeply in that tight cunt, I grunted as large, thick ropes of hot and sticky cum flooded her pussy, leaking out. Bert took a little longer but soon he was yelling "¡QUE CULO TAN RICOOOOOO, NOJODA! ¡QUE VAINA TAN ESTRECHA! ¡TOMA MI LECHE EN TU CULO, PUTAAAAA!" his lewd words only served to increase Sol's pleasure and her convulsions continued for a longer time. Even having cummed recently, I was still buried deeply in her slick cunt, and I could feel Bert's cock swelling and then contracting pouring an insane amount of cum up Sol's ass. In one minute, Bert had emptied his balls, and unmounted her, coming to rest by my side. Sol had fallen on my body, my cock still enmeshed in her abused cunt, weak contractions still coming at regular intervals. Bert turned his head to me and kissed me deeply. Sol intervened and we ended in a lewd three-way French kiss that lasted for a few minutes. Finally, Sol slid from my body and laid on my other side.

"Wow, studs," she said still panting. "This has to be one of the best fucks of my life!"

"There can't be too many to compare, Sol, you being only 19."

"Do you really think I waited 'til I was 18 to lose my cherry?" she asked lasciviously.

"Emmm, no?" I answered.

"You bet, stud," she said. "I already have a few years under my belt, believe it or not," she added. "Actually, I was the cause of my mom divorcing the loser of my stepdad three years ago," she ended mischievously. "Good riddance. Mom got a fantastic settlement because the loser didn't sign a prenup and I got some dough threatening him with charges of statutory rape."

Looking at both of us, she said, "I bet you have never had such a whore sharing your bed, studs"

"You'd be surprised, wench," said Bert. Sol looked at me and I said, "don't look at me. I pledge the fifth," remembering Nangnoi and Brigitta, just a few days before.

"Well, whatever, studs," she said. "Anything to drink here?"

"I'll call room service. What's your pleasure?" I asked.

"Cum on the rocks but they won't serve that," she said dirtily. "I'll settle for a dirty martini."

I picked the phone and ordered the drinks. It was already midnight. In a few minutes a discrete knock on the door prompted Sol to walk there in her indecent nakedness. She opened the door and let the room service guy enter with eyes like saucers. He set the tray with the three drinks on the table and left, with a nice story to tell his colleagues downstairs.

We sat on the sofa, Sol between us, sipping our drinks. Bert was again hard and remarkably, I was not far from it. Sol gazed at our groins licking her lips and said. "Ready for the next round?"

"I think I'm nearly there, Sol," I said.

"Alex," she said looking directly on my eyes. "Can you please stop being so fucking polite and call me dirty names? It will turn me on immensely."

"OK," I said and repeating myself, "I think I'm nearly there, bitch."

"Much better," she said, her legs open and her pussy glistening with fresh arousal.

We finished the drinks rapidly and grabbing Bert, she pulled him to the bed and said. "Fuck me, stud. Ram that cock of yours in whatever hole you want," she said wantonly. "Fuck me silly and when you cum, it will be Alex's turn."

Bert laid on the bed, and Sol straddled him. Holding his hard cock in her tiny hand she aimed it at her ass and sank it rapidly deep in her chute. With no interlude, she began to ride him wildly, her ass moving rapidly up and down Bert's cock. Sol's eyes were shut, and her face was the pure expression of lusty bliss as Bert plowed her innards with violence.

Sol's pussy was open, red, moist and pulsating. I sat next to them and placed my hand over her mound. Sol stopped moving, letting Bert do the work as I began to rub her clit and fingerfuck her.

"¡COÑO, QUE RIIIICOOOOOO!" she yelled. "¡FOLLA ESE CULO, COÑO! ¡NO PARES! ¡METE MAS DEDOS, CARAJO! ¡HAZ QUE ME CORRA!"

I pressed another finger and then another frigging her clenching pussy and reaching her G-spot.

"¡COÑO! ¡SIIIIIII! ¡SOY LA MAS PUTAAAAAA!" as her pussy began to convulse and a deluge of girl cum ejected from her cunt, bathing my hand. Her powerful contractions brought Bert over the edge.

"¡COÑO, QUE CULO MAS RICOOOOO!" yelled Bert. "¡TOMA MI LECHE, PERRA! ¡CORRETE CON MI VERGA CLAVANDO TU CULO!"

Bert was flooding her ass with his delicious cum as his nerves seemed to fire all at once. Sol was coming down from her humongous orgasm, plateauing nicely, her cunt still pulsating. As Bert pulled out, his large load began to leak out of Sol's mistreated ass. I lowered my face and began to rim her.

"SI, VIEJO VERDE!" she yelled. "¡COMETE ESA LECHE! ¡LAMEME EL CULOOOOOOO!" as I drank Bert's delicious cum out of her ass. It tasted familiar but with a hint of well-fucked ass. I moved up a little and latched over her clit. She was in a very high plateau and only a couple of licks brought her over to another mind-shattering orgasm.

"COÑO, SIIII!" she screamed. "¡COMETE MI COÑO! ¡MUERDEME EL CLITORIS! ¡HAZME ACABAR OTRA VEZ COMO LA PERRA INSACIABLE QUE SOY! ¡FOLLAME DURO!"

I could not resist it anymore. Sol was still in the throes of her orgasm when I pushed my dick as deep as I could in her convulsing love canal.

"¡QUE VAINA TAN RICAAAA, CARAJO!" she yelled again. "¡FOLLA MI COÑO, VERGON! ¡DAME DUROOOOO!"

Her legs came around my waist as her long, black painted nails dug deep, bloody trenches on my back and my buttocks. Her mouth was grunting lewd, animal sounds as she lowered it to my shoulder and bit me, drawing more blood.

I had turned into a beast. I was fucking her disregarding her pleasure, her pain or her needs. I needed to cum deep inside her. Her orgasm had not abated, and she continued to spew obscenities about her cunt, my cock, Bert's cum up her ass. It was frantic, beastly, and I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly.

Suddenly it hit me, and I came. Hard. My cock swelled in her tortured cunt and several thick ropes of cum bathed her canal, soaked her cervix, and coated her interior leaking profusely over her ass and onto the sheets. We continued at this for a short while until, finally exhausted, I withdrew and laid next to her.

"WOW, Sol," I said. "You are really a fucking crazy teen bitch."

"Thanks, you two," said Sol. "I've been pussy munching Elena exclusively for too long and I needed lots of cum injected deep inside," she said indecently. "Boys, did you two deliver."

Her breath was slowly coming down and her flushed skin returning to her milky complexion. Looking at her watch, she said. "It's nearly two am, guys. I'd better be leaving."

She stood up and began to pick up her clothes.

"Don't you want to shower before, bitch," asked Bert.

"What for, stud?" she asked. "Do you want to cuddle in the shower?" Not my game. This was just a fuck. Granted, a wild and fantastic fuck, but that's it," she said putting on her skirt. "Besides, I love to walk around with cum leaking from my ass and cunt, with the flavor of jism in my lips."

She wrapped her top, picked up her purse, and gave us each a peck in our lips.

"Thanks, studs. Do call me whenever you come to visit your daughter, Alex." And she was gone.

Bert looked at me and we burst into laughter. Between hysterical laughs I said, "so much for taking these two days for the two of us, love" Bert was also laughing hard and added, "True, Alex. What a pair of randy and incorrigible guys we are."

I hugged him, kissed his delicious mouth and said, "I wouldn't have it another way, my love."

Bert just mumbled and came closer to me. Without clear transition and with our bodies reeking of cum, sweat, and squirt we fell asleep until morning came.

AUGUST 13TH, MORNING

Morning found us deliciously wrapped in one another, both our morning woods poking our bellies. Bert yawned, stretching and opening his eyes without breaking contact with my cock head and said, "good morning, my love. Seems like you didn't get enough last night."

"Look who's talking, dear," I said with a smile. Tenderly we moved to a 69 position and began to suck each other's cock. The room was heavy with the smell of sweat, cum, and squirt, filling our nostrils and pumping our apparently endless lust. We sucked each other with abandon ending with two cumshots pumped into our hungry stomachs. Being done with the first breakfast, we walked hand in hand to the shower and took a long, needed bath.

After dressing in matching shorts and shirts we went down for breakfast. Again, we took the traditional Spanish breakfast and sat to share it. We ended with a pair of coffees and left the dining room.

"What time is it?" I wondered.

Looking at his iWatch, Bert said "It's only 09:30 h."

"Nice," I said. "Let's go for a walk."

El Barrio de las Letras is a centric neighborhood in Madrid composed primarily by narrow streets restricted for car traffic and mostly being walk paths. It is called Barrio de las Letras because several renowned Spanish writers, like Lope de Vega, Quevedo, Góngora, and Cervantes, lived and worked among its quaint little streets. It is filled with lots of shops; traditional ones like shoemakers, luthiers, or jewelers; as well as more modern ones. It's peppered with bars and restaurants and time passed by without us noticing.

When we felt the pangs of hunger, we entered 'Bodega the los Secretos' for lunch. The menu was enticing. We ordered homemade ham croquets and homemade squid ink croquets for starters which were simply delicious. My entrée was Iberico sirloin with oporto sauce and mint cuscus and Bert preferred fish and ordered baked Butter Fish loin with zucchini and lime emulsion. We bathed our meal with two glasses each of wine, mine a delicious Rioja red and Bert a Navarra white. We ended with dessert, torrijas for both and returned to the hotel to pack.

At 15:00 pm I was setting my bill when a well-known hug took me from behind.

"Good afternoon, my little witch," I said before turning around. Ditte and I hugged and she said, "my car is in the hotel's garage. I'm ready whenever you two are."

We walked to the garage and put our luggage in Ditte's car; a shiny, white BMW series 5 and she drove us to the airport.

"So, dear," I asked, "how was your night?"

"Amazing, dad," she said. "I was yearning for some soft lovemaking and Elena delivered. She eats pussy like a goddess, and she tastes so rich and nice," she said to the astounded look from Bert from our free conversation. Then she asked, "how was yours? Was Sol as wild as she appeared?"

"Wilder, my dear," I said. "That girl is a fucking sex machine." She laughed looking at Bert's face and said, "don't be shocked, Bert. We have always talked freely about anything. You should hear our political discussions. My dad can be such a boring conservative sometimes!"

Bert shook his head and said, "not judging here, Ditte, but I have to confess it surprises me."

We arrived at the airport and Ditte parked. She accompanied us to Iberia's check-in counter. When we entered the queue for Business, she said, "good, dad. Well done. Bert deserves all the pampering you can offer."

"Don't I know that, darling." I answered.

Bert blushed and said, "the only problem will be returning to normal life, Ditte. After all the pampering your dad splurged on me, I'm feeling like a spoiled little brat."

"You're MY spoiled little brat, Bert," I said.

"I know, my love," he answered, giving me a peck on my lips. Ditte's eyes were a little moist. She shared my strong sentimental streak and wasn't ashamed by it.

We arrived at the front and the lady took our passports. "Welcome Mr. Gølliksen, Mr. Armada. You will be glad to know that your luggage is already on board." She proceeded to check us in and returned our passports with the boarding passes tucked in. Ditte walked with us to the entrance for immigration and we separated with tight embraces and promises of a rapid return. I held her tight and said, "god bless you, my witch."

Ditte hugged me back and then took Bert in her arms murmuring in his ears, "thank you very much, Bert. Love him. He deserves some happiness. Make him happy, please,"

"I will, Ditte," croaked Bert. "Cannot do anything else. I love him as I never thought I could love someone."

Three pairs of very moist eyes shared a glance full of love until we finally entered immigration. Ditte waved us, dried her eyes and walked back to her car.

We passed immigration and security in silence, both of us deep in our thoughts. My mind was churning around on Bert and our situation. I knew I was willing to move forward and make of our bond as much as I could make for us, but I needed to make it clear to Bert that he was by no means bound to me. He was young, smart, attractive and if he found someone closer to his age, I would move graciously aside and take the role of a surrogate father. He did not need to restrain his heart because of me. A plan was crystalizing and I needed to meet my attorney as soon as I got home.

Knowing that I will not be able to say it in person because he was likely to interrupt me and we would end sobbing together, I took my phone and discretely dictated a voice note so I could put it more clearly later on. Bert was looking around the airport pensively as we approached Iberia's VIP lounge. We spent an hour snacking and drinking champagne, toasting our newly found love and making plans for the future. Soon it was time to board and, being business passengers, we had preferential boarding. This time I booked 3E and 3G on the middle row of the A350. We sat and arranged our stuff, opening the partition between both seats. The stewardess passed with the customary cava glasses, and we took one each and toasted.

"To you, Bert," I said. "Thank you for giving me the most fantastic days of my life. May your future hold all kinds of success and happiness. I love you."

"To you, Alex," he retorted. "Thank you for showing me the real meaning of love and care. May I be capable of giving you as much happiness as you deserve. I love you."

Sounded corny but we really felt that way. Shortly afterward, the plane left the gate, and we were soon airborne. A new service of drinks passed by with some salty snacks. Then dinner. I went with the vegetarian option, zucchini ravioli with tomato and yogurt sauce accompanied by a fresh green salad. Bert went again with the fish, this time a nice grouper ceviche. A couple of glasses of Tempranillo went with the meal finishing with, again, torrijas. I was feeling exhausted, having slept so little the night before. I wished Bert good night and soon we were deeply asleep.

Nine hours later we woke up in the middle of the night. The stewardess was passing small snacks as it was nearly midnight local time. I ate a ham and cheese warm croissant with hot chocolate and Bert took another. We dispatched the snack and prepared for landing.

After a butter landing and a lengthy taxi to the gate, we deplaned and went to immigration. We passed rapidly and retrieved our suitcases. Being this late, nobody bothered to check anything, and we were landside in a few minutes. Standing on the curb, Bert ordered an Uber which arrived in about ten minutes. We put the suitcases in the trunk and Bert gave the driver his address and sat next to me, resting his head in my shoulder as my hand held his tightly. It was almost 01:00 h local time.

Soon we were entering Bert's flat. It was clean, cozy and welcoming. We were both tired so without further intermissions, we undressed and went to bed, as we were used to, naked. Bert kissed me softly and wished me good night. I did the same and soon we were both asleep, spooning.

AUGUST 14TH, MORNING

I woke up alone in bed. In a nice deja-vu I heard some tinkling noises and went to the kitchen. Bert was there, again dressed in his white and pink apron, his buttocks in the air, swinging his body as he danced to an Air Supply tune he was humming. It felt just like 13 days before and I approached him quietly, grabbing his waist and nuzzling his neck as I said, "good morning, my love."

He leaned in me, purring, "good morning, my love."

"What? Didn't I startle you?" I asked

Bert laughed and showed me what he held in his hand. It was a stainless-steel pan that he used as a mirror to catch me entering. I hugged and kissed him hungrily, my hands wandering lustily over his delicious skin until deja-vu stroke again.

"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 sat on one of the stools in the kitchen island to admire his body. Bert went to the fridge and took out cheese, ham, butter, jam, lettuce, tomatoes, a bowl of shredded meat, and a carton of orange juice. He needed a few trips to bring all of that on the table and refused my help.

"Sorry, Alex," he apologized. "No freshly squeezed OJ today. Supermarket was closed when we arrived."

I laughed and said, "I think I can rough it up."

He then took a pair of oven mites and pulled a baking sheet from the oven. Six round patties were in there, about 4 inches in diameter and with a delicious smell of baked corn. He put the tray on the cooktop and placed the patties on a basket covering it with a clean cloth. He then took those to the table and sat.

"These here are 'arepas' my love," he informed me. Corn dough unleavened bread. It is a staple in South America, particularly Colombia and Venezuela. They are always fighting over which country is the arepa really from. I learned to make them at home with a Venezuelan lady that worked helping mom."

I watched closely to what Bert did. He took one and opened it with a sharp knife. He took some of the crumbs inside and spread them in the margin of the plate. Then he put some butter and started piling stuff inside.

Feeling my gaze, he said, "you can stuff these things with whatever you prefer, dad,"

I then made one filled with ham and cheese with a few leaves of lettuce and dug in. Amazing. They were simply delicious. We rapidly ate three a piece filled with all sorts of combinations from the things on the table. When we were done, I helped Bert to clear the table and started doing the dishes.

With a sigh, Bert went to run the coffee, and we sat back to enjoy it.

"Trip's over, bearman," said Bert.

"I know," I answered. "I wish it was just starting."

"Silly man," he said with a beautiful smile. "The most important trip is starting now. I am confident that we can make it work and keep on being in love seeing each other as frequently as we wish."

"I won't lie, my love." I said. "I feel a little sad, me having to leave so soon, but I also feel confident we will manage."

"Come, Alex," he said standing up. "Your flight won't leave until this afternoon and I'm horny as hell. I want you to make love to me on my bed."

He shed the apron on the way to the bed, swinging his buttocks seductively. He then laid on his back, opened his legs and pulling his cheeks apart, he said, "ram me, my dear. Make love to me."

I obliged and sunk myself in the beloved tight passage and began to fuck him softly and tenderly. He hugged me deeply, glueing his lips to mine as he murmured. "Make love to me, Alex. Mark me yours."

This was by far the sweetest of our love making sessions. It took us longer but when I finally came, it was profound, intense and better than before. Bert remained hard so I took his position, opening my ass, and asking him to make love to me as well.

We remained for almost an hour until I had to leave. Bert showered me, first with kisses and then with water and soap. He then dried me and helped me dress. We went to the garage and rode his red Kia Rio. He drove me to the airport and accompanied me to the American Airlines counter. Fully embracing our newly found link, he hugged me tightly, kissed me deeply and said his goodbye. He didn't linger and I didn't either. With a knot in my heart, I passed immigration and security. Two and a half hours later I was entering my home. I closed the door, sat on the couch and cried freely and loudly for a long while. I felt happy with Bert's love but being apart from him after such a long time together wrenched my heart and I couldn't avoid crying.

The following day I met my attorney. I settled my modified will with him and started planning our next meeting. In the following weeks I started a strict regime which allowed me to shed nearly 50 pounds of fat and build a nice muscular body. I had to change my wardrobe completely as nothing would fit anymore. In the years that followed we saw each other regularly on a monthly basis. I met his family who embraced me and welcomed me to the ranch, we traveled around the world, Madagascar, Seychelles, Switzerland, Sint Maarten; the list was too long. Ditte and I attended Bert's graduation and then his doctorate. We managed to keep in touch for as long as we could. Life had turned good, and I was as happy as an old guy could be.

EPILOGUE

The date was August the 1st. The long-awaited opening of the city's newest art gallery and museum had arrived. A large crowd of celebrities were gathered in the foyer waiting to be guided to the seating area. In the place of honor, a strawberry blond middle-aged lady sat, wrapped in a dark silk cocktail dress, her hair was short, in the 20's fashion, her green eyes piercing the crowd. Around were musicians, artists, politicians, billionaires and sone international jetsetters crowding the room taking their reserved spaces. When everyone was seated, with impeccable punctuality the lights dimmed, and a spotlight pointed to the dais. An elegant man in his early fifties walked to the stage. His dark hair showed some salt and pepper. He was dressed in an elegant two-piece dark blue suit, and a red tie around his neck. As he approached the dais, his piercing green eyes took on the assistance. He started.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am honored to welcome you all to this opening. I want to spend a few minutes of your time giving you the history behind this museum, opening today, in August 2048."

The man took some papers and continued. "Nearly 30 years ago I met the most remarkable human being. He was a smart man, a shrewd businessman, a lover of the arts, but above it all, he was a good man. I had the honor of sharing his life during the last years he had, both as a surrogate son, a protegee and a lover. We loved each other deeply and we never shied away from expressing our love. When he passed away last year, at the ripe old age of 90, I learned that in his last will and testament he bequeathed me his art collection, that he amassed during the last years of his life, together with an investment fund. It is an invaluable gift to me and through this institution, to this city. Please welcome his daughter who will have the honor of officially opening us."

As the man moved aside, a second spotlight shone on the middle-aged blonde lady as she walked sedately up the stage. "Thank you, Mr. Armada," she said and taking the dais she said simply.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be welcome to the Alex Gølliksen Modern Art Museum and Gallery," cutting the golden ribbon behind her to the applause of the whole crowd.

Ditte and Bert hugged each other tightly as Bert said. "I think Alex would love to see this."