Holidaying with my mates. My Diary
Part 11
Friday 18th September
"Wake up dozy". The guys were getting some breakfast. "You need to get ready if you're coming".
"Oh er yeah", I mumbled as I jumped out of bed. I was busting for a slash.
"Have a good dream?" Simon was looking at my crotch conspicuously and I realised I had serious morning wood.
"Fuck off." I retaliated getting back into my "blokey" self as I dived into the bathroom.
The surfers' beach was a beautiful, long stretch of sandy shore with some pretty impressive waves breaking a little way out. We met up with the two Aussies the guys had seen the previous day. They were with a group of about six local Turkish boys who were, true to type, olive-skinned and hairy. Four of them were wearing some real figure-hugging speedos that looked so right making the most of their muscular, powerful forms. The others were wearing the same type of loose fitting board shorts as the Aussies: disappointing I thought.
It turned out that a couple of the local lads were also there to learn as we were. I was paired up with one of them, Asheer and our Aussie trainer, Del who showed us how to use the board. Asheer had to hold me as I learnt to balance. I could feel the heat of his body and his breath on my shoulder. I made like I was more unbalanced than I was and managed to get him to press against me. His skin felt so good against mine and I would swear the lump in his speedos was swelling.
We spent the several hours in and out of the surf, and by the end of the day, I began to feel more confident on my board. My disappointment that Del was wearing loose shorts was short-lived as when wet, they clung to him and clearly showed just how big these boys are "down under"!
The rest of my mates seemed to be having fun on their boards with the other Aussies too. Simon, as usual was the centre of attention and was flirting outrageously, though subtly with the hunky Turks.
When it started to get dark, the local lads wandered about picking up bits of driftwood and soon had a bonfire blazing on the sand. My mates wanted to go home as they were shattered, but Simon was reluctant and I wanted to stay a bit longer too.
"No worries", said one of the instructors," We can drop you off later".
The others left so Simon and I sat around the fire and started downing beers produced by the Aussie boys from their cold boxes (eskies they called them). It had been a really lovely day and this was just the perfect ending, sitting there on the beach around a blazing fire drinking beer with this great group of guys. I kind of forgot that I'd been ogling them all day and just enjoyed the company.
We chatted about this and that, about life in Australia and how it compared to life in the UK. The Aussie boys told some jokes, but I don't think the local Turkish lads understood them, though they laughed politely. A couple of them were chatting quietly to Simon and I thought I heard in a snatch of their quiet conversation, one of them ask him if he wanted some" jiggy jig". I could only guess!
"So is there enough money in teaching surfing to tourists?" I asked Del.
"Nah, not really. I only do it part time. I have a job as a gardener come groundsman for a Russian bloke".
"What's his name?" I asked tentatively.
"Alexi", Del answered .
"That is funny", Asheer joined in, "I work in one of his hotels, Hotel Pembe; a few of us work for him".
Did everyone know Alex, I wondered? I wasn't sure how much I wanted to give away, so I just said, "I've been to the gym at that hotel, hotel Pembe".
"Have you? You know it's a gay hotel? Pembe means pink in Turkish."
That explained why so much fun was had in the gym showers I realised. What a revelation. I chatted to the other Aussies and they all had other jobs, mostly something to do with the tourist industry and I wondered how many more of them worked for Alex.
I noticed that Simon was missing from the circle and that a couple of the Turkish lads were too. I could only imagine what Simon was up to!
"I need to go syphon a python", Del said in his Australian twang, standing up and heading towards the rocks behind us.
"Be careful what you do with that fuckin' great thing of yours Del. You swing it too hard you could kill someone!" On of the other Aussie boys shouted after him, chuckling. I wanted to take a look at that!
After what I thought to be a respectable time, I stood and stretched. "I need a piss too", I said trying to sound macho and swaggered off over the rocks. I saw Del just finishing and shaking his "python" and tucking his length back into his pants. I was peering out from round the rocks so he hadn't seen me.
We both heard it at the same time; a noise coming from the other side of the dunes. Del looked and then moved closer. He stopped at the top of the ridge of sand. "Fuck me", he said barely audibly and moved closer, down the slope. I followed at a safe distance and when I got to the top of the dune, laid down and peered over.
In the semi-dark I could make out Simon on his knees in front of the two Turkish men and by the sound of their excited sighs, it seemed he had both dark-skinned pricks in his mouth.
One of the local lads looked up and on seeing Del, beckoned him over. The big Oz shook his head and just stood watching, more fascinated than aroused.
Simon looked up, also saw Del and beckoned him over more enthusiastically. The big man stepped nearer slowly, reluctantly.
Simon, clearly now very excited, seemed to want to put on a bit of a show for Del. He pulled his mouth off the pair of rigid Turkish cocks and, pushing one of the eager local boys onto the sand, knelt with a thigh on each side of his chest and lowered his bum over the lad's mouth. Simon's loud moan, and the slurping sound betrayed both my friend's pleasure and the reason for it.
"Fuckin' hell mate!", Del said in his deep growl. "What the fuck?" He was now right next to the three of them.
Simon put his hand on the hairy Antipodean leg and moved it slowly upwards.
"Fuck mate!", the Aussie said again, but didn't show any sign of objecting and by the swelling bulge in his shorts was becoming keen after all to join in the fun.
I watched intrigued as Simon untied the big man's shorts and pulled them down, then silently breathed an "Oh Fuck" as the long, fat pole sprung out below a thatch of black, curly hair and Simon quickly wrapped his lips around it's ample head.
The Turkish lad with the clearly talented tongue stopped his work and wriggled backwards so Simon was sitting on his groin. He grabbed my slutty pal's hips, lifted, then lowered him down, impaling him on his stiff shaft. I heard Simon's gasp as he was opened up and then fully penetrated. The big Australian saw Simon screw up his eyes as he now sat, fully impaled on a hot prick.
"Yeah. That's it mate. Slip him one. Get it right up there. Give the little cunt a proper hard fucking. He's gagging for it."
I hadn't really understood what Simon intended when he indicated and then nodded to the second local man, but watched with heart pounding as Simon leant back slightly, resting on the chest of the guy who's dick was hard up his arse, then opened his legs wider so the other Turk could line his cock up alongside his mate's. Was this going to be possible? I was mesmerised; my eyes transfixed on this spectacle.
"Fuckin' Jesus fuckin Christ", Del exclaimed in the same disbelief as I had as we watched the second good sized cock being forced up into Simon's stretched hole, then "Ouch, fuck mate; watch the teeth". It didn't seem surprising to me that having two fat dicks shoved hard up your arse would make you inclined not to think about your teeth!
Del grabbed Simon's head in his hands and then started sliding his dick in and out, fucking his willing mouth. "Fuck yeah", he panted and watching intently the two sizeable dicks being pushed in and out of my mate, their girth causing them to be pressed tightly against each other and the sensitive knobs being stimulated as the other rubbed against it.
Once they had their rhythm, the two horny local boys started pumping to and fro alternately, rubbing their dicks tightly together as they speeded up, sweating profusely in the heat of the Turkish night.
"That's it. Fuck the dirty little fucker. Get those dicks up there. Fuck the skinny little fuckin' slut harder, give it to him", The muscled Del was showing Simon's mouth no mercy and making him gag with every thrust.
One of the swollen, brown knobs must have been pumping its hot spunk deep inside my mate, as I heard one of the lads loudly grunt something Turkish in ecstasy. The other guy was still pounding in and out next to his mate's throbbing length with the Aussie bloke using Simon's mouth. I was lying on my front, my rock-hard dick pressed hard against the warm sand, but knew I'd have to leave before I was spotted when the trio's passions were spent.
I slithered backwards, then stood and made my way silently back to the others round the fire.
"You've been a while", on of the surfer-guys commented.
"Yeah, I was admiring the scenery", I mumbled.
We chatted and finished off the beer as the embers of the fire grew duller and it began to get cooler."I guess we'd better start packing up", one of the surfing-instructors said, sounding tired.
As we cleared up and packed the debris into cold-boxes and rucksacks, Del walked from behind the rocks looking a bit sheepish. "Where were you? You've been ages?" one of his chums asked.
"Oh, I just went for a piss then, er, was admiring the scenery". The group all looked at Del and then me. I blushed, but Del of course, didn't understand; couldn't know that I'd made the same excuse, or that I'd been watching for a while.
"Right, let's go." The Aussie boys walked towards the vehicles. "You coming with us Adie? Where's Simon?" One of the Turks quickly piped up,"Don't worry, we'll get him home." I knew Simon wouldn't want his fun interrupted and left with the Aussies as I watched the group of locals walk off, heading for the rocks and the sand dunes behind.
Back at the flat, I needed sleep; it had been a great, but exhausting day. I stripped off, quickly slipped into my bed and was asleep minutes after my head hit the pillow.
I was awoken by the sound of stifled giggling. "What the fuck Simon...." Adam was clearly not pleased to be woken up by his brother stumbling about in the dark.
"Oops, sorry", Simon said in quite a loud drunken whisper. "Where's me bed? I'm fucked. Those Turkish lads are horny fuckers."
"OK. So how many dicks did you have tonight?"
"Er, all of them. Well all of the local boys. Our Aussie went home and the other one, Del said he wasn't into guy sex but seemed to love to watch. God one of the Turks had a dick like a horse. I couldn't get my hand round it. It felt so good though, well they all did."
"You are such a dirty little fucker, Simon. A real slut. So did they do you on the beach? All of them?
"Yeah. Most of them twice and the horse-hung one three times. Del the Aussie eventually got so horny, he shoved his dick in my face and made me blow him while I was getting shafted. Of course, it wasn't enough, so he did me too after that. I knew he would, despite what he said".
"You want some more?" Adam said huskily.
"Yeah, OK, if you think you can match up to the others", Simon teased.
"I don't care if I do or not. I need to get my rocks off. You know it always makes me horny hearing what you've been up to".
I heard some grunts and then Simon gasp and I guessed his brother was hard up him where he'd taken so many other cocks that night, sliding in and out over and over again. "Yeah you love it don't you, you dirty little cunt. Take my dick: take it all the way deep up your filthy whore's hole."
"Yes Adam. Fuck me. Make me cum. You know I love your hot, hard cock. Give it to me Push it hard up me. Oh fuck yes".
"You cant get enough can you Si. Yeah take it; take a real man's dick. Fuuuck. Take my cum. Take my real man's love juice."
I couldn't help but grip my throbbing cock while I listened to the brothers. I felt my eyes grow heavy again though, and started to drift off back to sleep while the seemingly insatiable Adam once again starting hammering into his brother. My last thoughts though, were Adam's excited words, bragging about him being "a real man" and giving him a "real man's cock". I kind of envied Simon's busy sex life, but then I realised that to me a "real man" was my Russian: my Alex.