Holidaying with my mates. My Diary
Part 13
We drove in his big Merc to the hotel. It was at the far end of the beach, nestled against the rocks. Alex drove to the door and parked right outside.
We walked in to smiles and `hellos', Alex in casual but smart fashionable chinos and polo shirt and me in well-used dirty shorts and t-shirt. I was ushered straight to the lift and Alex pushed the button to the floor below the top. Using a card-key, he opened what seemed to be the only door on that floor and we walked into a hallway. Beyond was a huge lounge area, about four times the size of my entire flat. There was an open door against one wall revealing a plush cloakroom.
"So where's the bed"? I asked
"Ah. So keen my Adrian". He moved closer, making my breath come faster as his presence always did.
"No. No Alex, I just meant there's no bed and this is a hotel room yes?"
"Oh there is a bed. A very nice bed. Come." He opened double doors at the far end of the room that revealed a wide staircase. Holding my hand, we walked up side by side. The whole of the top floor was a vast bedroom, furnished immaculately with what I could see was valuable antique furniture. The bed was the biggest I'd ever seen. On its own it seemed to me to be the size of a normal sized room.
"So what do you think Adrian?"
"It's just beautiful", I answered, and I meant it. It was stunning. We moved to the window and saw the view. Being right on the beach, there was a breathtaking panoramic view of the rocks and beach with the deep blue expanse of sea beyond. "Alex I'd love to stay here and sleep in that lovely bed with you, but I have to fly home tonight."
"Ah Adrian. I planned just one more night, our last night together, making love here with a view of the moon on the sea and the sound of the waves, It's very beautiful at night. Come on. We need to eat. You need energy my Adrian."
"Alex, I have to get back. I have a job remember?" I responded reluctantly
Back downstairs in the living room, Alex showed me clothes that he'd bought for me to change into. There was a shirt that was a little on the large size, and smart, designer skinny jeans that were too tight. In the mirror, my legs looked like the muscle might split the material and my bum stuck out too much. The socks and casual shoes fitted OK. He must have checked.
"Mmm, nice", I was being properly ogled, I realised.
We were shown to our table in the luxurious hotel restaurant by one of Alex's staff. All the workers there knew him of course. He was the `big boss', but they were all genuinely pleased to see him and greeted me warmly too.
The crisp white damask tablecloth and napkins that were arranged neatly over our table I realised, had two letter `A's entwined into a pattern, like a motif seemingly woven into the material. "Is that....", Alex saw what I was looking at., "Yes, I had it made for us. Alekzandr and Adrian", his grin stretched across his face. I was no longer surprised at what this man was capable of achieving.
"Alex, it's too much; you are too much." I felt overwhelmed and a bit pressured somehow.
"You don't like it?" He looked so doleful and dejected now, I needed to explain how I felt and try to make him feel a little less sad. He looked as if I'd smacked him in the face.
"Alex, it's a lovely gesture. It's just that sometimes, I feel that you try too hard. Let me try to explain."
"We are both grown men, Alex. I have a responsible job back home. I've worked really hard: studied for several years to get my qualifications and all at the expense of having a social life. I feel sometimes that you treat me like a .... well, like a, I don't know, a young child or a girl."
Alex looked down, thinking for a long moment. He lifted his eyes to mine, and I saw they were moist."Adrian, I just wanted to please you. I'm sorry if you don't like what I do. You know I respect you. I'm sure you're very important back in England, Adrian. I should talk to you more. I fuck you too much."
"No no, Alex," I responded, "I'm really not `important' and I could never have too much sex with you. I do like what you do for me, Alex. I really do. It's just that you can be a bit intense, and just sometimes, I feel I want you and me to be like men together, like men-friends".
His eyes were welling up now. What had I done? "So you want to just be friends Adrian? You don't like our sex any more?"
I reached across the table and put my hand over his. "Alex, I love having sex with you, you must know that. I just feel I'd like to be treated more like a man; like an equal. Please Alex, don't be sad. I love being with you, I can't bear the thought of being away from you."
I felt a prickle in my own eyes now and he leant over the table and kissed me tenderly. "I will try Adrian. I think I understand. I will try very hard. I want to be the man you want, that man you can love." I felt really guilty now, but he smiled warmly and squeezed my hand. "Come on; let's eat.
The food was exquisite; all local dishes. There were seven courses if you included the sorbet and the amuse bouche, but all of them were light; ideal for lunch. We had a different wine with the starter and main course and a semi-sweet dessert wine with the fancy sweet and by the end of the meal, I was feeling very um, relaxed! I loved being here so much. I loved being with my new bestpal' Alex, yet in a matter of a few hours, I'd be on the plane, headed back to myreal' life; living with mum, my job and everything that went with it.
"Please don't be sad, Adrian. I promise I'll treat you better", Alex picked up on my mood and of course misinterpreted my sadness.
"Let's go for a walk along the beach Alex." We needed to talk this out. It was painful to think this wonderful man felt he made me unhappy.
We left the plush hotel dining room through the French windows that opened next to the small private beach. I grabbed Alex's hand and squeezed it tightly. "That's not very manly", he quipped.
"Alex, let me explain properly. I love the feel of your touch, your skin against mine and I never want that to stop. Just remember, I'm not female, I have a dick and balls too."
We stopped walking and Alex pulled me closer. "I know you have. Don't forget I've felt the strength of your penis, and very nice it was too. Remember? Behind our rock?" He moved closer and kissed me lightly on my nose. "You have a nice arse too."
I smiled into his eyes. He once again completely disarmed me. "Alex, I really don't want what we have to change much, just stop trying so hard, The clothes, the tablecloth with out initials, that rock for God's sake!"
My big Russian looked at his feet and we walked on hand in hand. We went through a small gate on to the main beach along the water's edge. I took my shoes off, shoved my new socks into my pocket and paddled my feet in the warm shallow water, Alex clearly deep in thought.
"Adrian," he began, breaking the long silence, "my life here is very different from before. In Russia, I could not like a man the way I like you, you understand? In Russia, it is illegal. Many people around me would have gladly informed the authorities if they had know; my neighbours, my parents' friends, my work colleagues, even my own friends if they felt they needed to get on the right side of the FSB, the secret police. So, I treated other men as men, and women as women. I am only now trying to know how to treat you. My Adrian, I am tying so very hard to make you want to love me as I love you." We had stopped walking and stood once more facing each other.
I saw again, that this big hunk had tears beginning to moisten his warm eyes. I put my arms around him and pulled him against me for a gentle kiss. "Alex, I do love you." Until this moment, I hadn't realised that fact fully, but what else could this be? I missed him painfully when we weren't together. Whenever I saw him again, my heart thumped hard against my rib cage. The electricity between us when we touched.
"You do? You love me too?" The expression on his face had changed completely. He looked again like that young boy.
"I suppose I must, yes," I continued. "I can't find any other way to explain how I feel about you, how you make me feel when we're together. I will never get used to the jolt I get when your bare skin touches mine. I could live solely on your kisses."
"Alex kissed me again, but harder. "So which bit of my bare skin do you like to feel best, and where do you like it to touch you?" The huge grin on his face now looked like it would never leave. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the hotel.
"Come now Adrian. Now I fuck you like a man."
Just before we reached the French windows into the hotel, I reminded Alex that I needed to get back to the flat in time to pack my things and get to the airport. He looked at me with a pained expression, hit numbers on his mobile and spoke rapidly in Turkish to someone. In the lift he pressed against me.
"I have my driver Nikolas go to pick up your things and bring them here. He will explain to your friends and they will help. Then we have more time; we can go to the airport from here. I drive you." He moved closer and whispered in my ear,"We need more time. I need to find out which of my skin you like best remember." He pressed his hardening groin against mine.
Inside the suite I threw myself at him and went to pull at his clothes. I wanted all that skin I'd grown to know. He pulled me off him. "Take your clothes off", he said quietly. I wasn't sure now, what he had in mind, but I quickly undid buttons and fastenings and undressed, not taking my eyes off his. His gaze never left mine as he removed his clothing too.
We stood there naked just looking at each other's faces until he put his hands on my shoulders. I thought he was moving in for a kiss. I lifted my face but he looked down, then knelt, his hot breath on the shaft of my cock. He kissed it, then looked up and smiled.
"I'm pleased you're a man. I love your penis and your big hairy man-balls hanging here in their little crinkly sac." He then used his tongue to paint my bollocks with his saliva and I felt the cool air against the wetness. With one finger from each hand, he gently stroked the moist skin on each side of my scrotum as he took the head of my stiffening cock into the warm wetness of his mouth and slid his tongue over the sensitive underside.
"Yes. Ooh. Suck it Alex. Oh yes." The sensation of the gentle sliding of his fingers on my wet ball-sac and his tongue on my dick was incredible and I started involuntarily moving in and out, fucking his tightly gripping lips, fighting the suction. "God Alex, that's too nice". He looked up again, then stood, his hands on my hips for support.
He held my now stiff rod in his hand, still looking into my eyes. With his other hand, he grasped his semi and touched the two heads together. I gasped at the exquisite pleasure. It really felt like there was a chemical reaction.
"You like my skin against your skin there Adrian?" I didn't need to answer. He then pulled his long foreskin over the head of his prick and slid it over the head of mine. The skin felt comforting somehow, like a welcoming blanket as it slid over, enveloping my tip in it's warmth. I felt his hand then, grasp our conjoined cocks and slide forwards and back, wanking us together, our knobs kissing. The feeling was just sublime.
"I must have you now", Alex's face had reddened. He must have liked the feel of our knobs together as much as I did. I would have loved to have cum like that. It felt so good, but he pulled my shoulder over to the stairs to the bedroom and surprised me by kneeling on the bottom step with his elbows on the third. His arse was there, naked in front of me.
"You have a beautiful arse, Alex". I kissed his left flank, smacking my lips like I was sucking a peach. He whimpered as I lightly ran a finger along the hairy crack between his cheeks and brushed the sensitive hole there. There was some lube on the stair next to me: I guessed he must have dropped it there as he leant forwards.
I smothered my rock-hard dick with the slimy lotion and put the tip of it against his slightly open pink arse-lips. He yelped slightly as I pushed. I knew this wasn't something he'd done very much. I pushed and slid into him easily once my knob was through the tight entrance. His heat felt so good, clenching me tightly.
"Ooh. Oh Adrian. Slowly please. I want you to love me slowly. I want you to show me how much a man can love another man. Yes. Oh fuck, rub me there; like that"
I slid slowly and sensuously in and out of my Russian love, then he stopped me.
"I don't want you to cum yet," he moved away and sat on the carpeted stair a little further up, his rigid cock obscenely sticking up vertically as he leant back on his elbows and smiled enticingly," Come Adrian, sit on me, let me show you my love now." I wanted that.
I clambered up to where he sat. I felt an animal lust for that amazing dick, twitching there, waiting for me. I lowered myself slowly, wincing once again at the initial pain as the huge beast prised me open, but feeling that dizzying jolt racing through my body as I slid further down and the glorious pleasure took hold.
I leant back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. We were still for several glorious moments, luxuriating in the sensations our close contact generated. He moved slowly inside me. "We must make this last my beautiful man," he breathed in my ear,"this is our last time loving each other this way until you leave," his voice wavered slightly.
I knew he was right of course, but I didn't want to think about it, not now, not when he was giving me so much pleasure. I was sure I'd be feeling desperately sad later but banished that terrible thought. I just needed to cum now.
Holding myself up with my hands on his thighs, I moved my bum back and forth over his crotch, causing his cock to rub with greater pressure against my insides, then in a circular movement which pushed it against every centimetre of the lining that was gripping him. He gasped.
"Oh my God, Adrian. Oh yes. That's so nice."
"I'm close now. I want you to make me cum now." I panted, but he lifted my up off him. "Please no Alex", I pleaded. I felt the cold emptiness again. He pulled me to him and kissed my neck I turned; I wanted those fabulous lips on my own. We kissed long and hard, our tongues fighting for supremacy.
Alex moved up the stairs slightly to grab a wet-wipe from the step above his head. He turned so he was lying awkwardly with his legs up the stairs. Almost in one movement, he'd wiped my cock and had in in his mouth, driving my question as to how the wipes got there out of my thoughts. He was clearly aware that I was close to filling his mouth as he pulled off and began lightly licking my balls.
I shifted up a couple of steps and pulled another damp cloth from the packet. I turned so I was lying in the opposite direction and gently wiped his glorious shaft. ran my tongue round the fat red knob at the end, then licked down to those cool, heavy Russian balls. I lapped gently, barely touching, but tickling the fine hairs sprouting there. I decided I too wanted this to last.
Despite the rapid approach of my necessary departure, time seemed to move slowly. I felt so relaxed, like a lazy Sunday afternoon, like we had all the time in the world; decadent almost.
After our long, lazy indulgent pampering of each other, I felt Alex's tongue move lower and slip under my ball-sac. He lifted my legs and lapped the spot I was now so desperate for him to get to. He teased me there, then pushed the tip of his tongue inside. Oh yes. YES!
He licked and teased for what felt like forever, before pulling me up another step to be closer to him and lubing up his throbbing prick. He turned me over so I was on my knees and moved behind me.
This time, he pushed straight in and that pain and pleasure happened both at the same time. A strange mix of feelings. Again, he moved slowly, lovingly caressing the inside of me with his soft-skinned but rock solid column of flesh. He leant back so our bodies didn't touch, our only connection was our sex.
My nerve-endings felt raw as he gently massaged up and down., but I wanted to feel the weight of his strong body on mine. Once again, I felt my balls tingling; collecting my seed together and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I'd been longing for release for so long now, but every time I felt I would get that joyous throbbing, this masterful man stopped to let the imminent ecstasy pass and to force us both to wait. Not this time, please.
But he stopped pounding and again pulled out of me. Before I could protest, his lips were on mine. My eyes were tearing up with frustration. How much more of this could I take, physically or mentally? He was almost literally, driving me insane.
"Now we get in the bed", was all he said as he pulled me up. I hadn't realised, but we were now at the top of the stairs. His arm was round my shoulders as we took the few steps to the ridiculously vast bed. Alex lifted the cover to invite me in. The bed felt like a cloud but with firm support. How much more torture did this man have planned?
I decided I had to take control. My balls ached and my prick was sore. I just had to cum. I had to cum now. I lay on the bed and Alex lowered his hard, muscular body on to mine and kissed me softly.
"Alex, please, you have to let me cum now, you can't make me wait any longer. I have to have you now".
"Yes, yes, Adrian. You cum now. I make you feel the best you have ever felt now. I think your lovely hard cock is feeling very sensitive now, yes?"
He didn't let me answer, but covered my lips sucking on them with his. We lay there still for what seemed to me an age, but then he whispered in my ear. "I can't wait either" He lifted up and once again, lying between my legs, penetrated my slippery and welcoming hole, resting his whole weight on me. He thrust in hard.
"Ooh oh, Alex, yes. Make me cum now, please, yes harder" I lifted my legs and folded them behind him, pressing him into me. He slid his hands under my shoulders and pulled me hard to him and started pounding fiercely.
"Now I make you cum. Now I fuck you hard, take it like a man. Take it. Take my dick, take it hard." The bed was bouncing, the headboard banging against the wall and still he ploughed on, harder and deeper, his thrusts speeding up now, squashing my cock between our rubbing bodies.
I began to feel I was hallucinating. My eyes lost their vision and my brain its ability to function. All I knew now was that my whole body was throbbing, every part working together to pump the ultimate pleasure out through my aching knob as I felt the exaggerated pulsing of the thick rigid Russian flesh burning at my very centre.
We lay there quietly holding each other, silently processing the incredible sensations we had each just experienced. Neither of us spoke, but we both knew what the other was thinking. Eventually Alex put our thoughts into words
"I don't want you to leave me". We were lying facing each other, our faces inches apart. I felt the breath of his words on my face as well as hearing them. I smiled into his sad eyes. "That was the nicest way I've ever climbed up stairs."
I half woke up and found myself pressed hard against the sleeping Alex who was on his back breathing slowly. I draped my leg over him and gently held the baby elephant trunk that lay flaccid between his legs and buried my face into his neck. I loved the feel of out two hard, male bodies against each other and pulled closer. No other person on the planet could make me feel like he did, I knew. Did I really mean what I had said to him about the way he treated me? Was it actually not just the way I dealt with it? He was an amazing person.
I drifted back to sleep, musing about whether he'd planned everything that had just happened. Had he deliberately placed the lube at the bottom of the stairs, the wipes half-way up and more lube on the top step?