A Drunken Holiday

By moc.liamtoh@yobeertrevaw

Published on Jun 12, 2007

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After that first night seeing and touching Dave's dick it seemed to be on my mind almost every moment of every day, especially when we were together and I would try and steal glimpses of the bulge in his pants or watch him pissing at a urinal etc. He still had no idea of my real feelings and although he would quite happily wank in front of me, I really don't think he thought that was in the least bit unusual.

It was now coming up to summer and his parents asked me to join them on a holiday in Devon, and although I would have preferred Spain, Greece or just about anywhere else, I agreed to go because I knew I would get the opportunity to see him naked almost every day. As we got closer to going away we would often talk about what we were going to do to all those girls that would be dropping to their knees right in front of us, I of course was happy to play along knowing the effect these conversations would have on him. Finally, the day was here and we set off in his dad's car on Saturday morning, 5 hours later we were there. We pulled up outside the hotel, unpacked the car and moved in. I should say at this point that me and Dave were actually staying in a hotel next door to the guest house where his mum and dad had been going for years.

It was a large room with two single beds side by side, we each chose one, unpacked our bags and went straight out to get the lie of the land. We wondered round for an hour or two just checking things out and trying to find all the local pubs that we would no doubt visit that night. By six we had got back to the hotel, showered, changed, and there we were ready to go. Well, needless to say for a couple of young piss heads on holiday, we had a fantastic night, staggering from one pub to the next, eyeing up all the talent. By around midnight we were both completely plastered and we eventually staggered back to the hotel propping each other up as we went. Dave was much more drunk than I was, (I'm sure that any of you who have these fantasies as I do, are used to playing the drunk very effectively). We got back to our room and I lowered him onto his bed, I was still talking to him as if he were completely conscious, but of course I was only looking for any sign of a response. I stripped down to my boxers, my dick was already hard and my heart had begun to pound so hard that it almost seemed audible. I moved over to Dave who was lying across his bed with his feet still on the floor, I said; "come on, let's get you to bed". I started to undo his shirt buttons all the way down to his jeans, and then still talking to him I released his belt, zip etc. I pulled him up off the bed into a sitting position and removed his shirt and then lowered him back down, still not a sound out of him. I stood there for a moment and admired his body, beautifully cut but only slightly muscled, just the sight of the fine downy hair running from his belly button and disappearing into the top of his underwear made my dick ache with desire. I rubbed myself for a moment and then lay down on the bed beside him, his arm was stretched out under my head, and I raised my leg and let it rest on top of his. Reaching down, I very gently placed my hand on his stomach and rested there for a while, my heart was still pounding and I have to confess to being quite scared, but from the start I knew that the only way that this would stop was for him to wake. He didn't. I moved my hand lower, into his jeans and it was now resting on his dick, I could feel it clearly through his underwear, it was completely limp but to me it still felt fantastic. I started to massage it slowly and gently, at the same time I was pushing my own dick up and down his thigh. The feelings were so intense I trembled with excitement; I could feel every blood vessel in my body pounding and pulsing in some sort of unnatural rhythm. As I gently massaged his dick my nose was pressed against his armpit, the aroma added to the sensations, I began to feel his dick stiffening under my touch, almost imperceptibly at first but as the time passed it was getting harder and harder. His balls were large and even though they were covered by his underwear I could tell that they hung loosely in his sack, I knew I couldn't take it any longer and I just had to free him from the remains of his clothes.

I stood up and looked at him, he lay there soundly asleep and completely unaware of the effect he was having, I could see his dick straining to free itself from its restraint. I felt as if I had no options, I had to carry on, to stop now would have been impossible for me I had wanted him so much and for so long I was willing to risk anything. First I removed his trainers and then looped my left arm under both of his knees, lifting them I began to pull down his jeans and his underwear at the same time, I removed them completely.

Now he was there lying naked in front of me, he had a raging hardon, his balls hung low between his legs and as I watched I could see them moving, tiny movements in his sack. His dick lay on his stomach pointing straight up toward his head, I reached out and touched it and as soon as my fingers made contact it seemed to harden even more. I kneeled between his legs with one of his knees on either side of my chest and his feet still on the floor, I moved my head forward intending to lick his shaft with the tip of my tongue but before I made contact I noticed the smell, the most fantastic smell, I couldn't even begin to describe it, I've heard people before describe a shiver up their spine but this almost felt like my kidneys were aching and the back of my throat was tingling. I paused and enjoyed the aroma while I looked at the dick I had fantasised about for months, I reached up and took his bell in between my fingers and pulled it slightly away from his balls, his dick seemed to react to this sensation and stiffened even more, several times I did this and each time it felt as though his dick was pulling back but each time it seemed to pump more blood into his swollen bell. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, it was absolutely solid but the covering of skin was incredibly soft it almost felt like expensive satin, I pulled his dick up to that I could reach it with my mouth, all the time it was straining against me to lie back against his abdomen, I stoked it up and down and then moved my lips over his bell end. I started to suck him, gently at first but as he stayed sound asleep I began to suck stronger and deeper until my mouth was nestled against his pubes, I could feel his bell filling the back of my throat and on each down stoke I paused at the bottom and strained to take it as far in as I could without balking. I continued sucking and rubbing my other hand over his abdomen, chest and thighs before moving down to my own dick which I beat frantically, I would have liked to think that I could take my time and last for ages, but I knew only too well that I would have to cum soon, I just wasn't used to the intensity of these feelings. My head bobbed ever quicker enjoying every bit of his dick; I paused occasionally to run my tongue around his bell and even gripped it gently between my teeth before continuing my frantic sucking. Although his dick remained rock hard throughout our little session, from time to time I could feel it harden even more, I picked up the pace on my own dick and started to feel the familiar sensation but this time it seemed so much more intense. I stopped sucking but kept his dick in my mouth as I reached my climax, I shot 5 or 6 times presumably hitting the side of the bed, it seemed like such a relief to cum but I still didn't want to lose his dick from my mouth so stayed there for a while just enjoying the sensations.

I finally released him stood up and looked at my conquest, I think I may have felt a pang of guilt, but that certainly didn't last long - you probably could have measured it in nanoseconds. I turned out the light and went to bed; I had fabulous dreams all night.

As it turned out, having sex of one kind or another with my straight mates would become a regular part of my life for several years to come...

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