Holiday

Holidaying with my mates. My Diary

Part 2

I didn't want to be seen following John out through the bar downstairs in case people saw and wondered what we'd been up to upstairs in his flat, so I waited for a few minutes, then left, the door closing with a click behind me. I took a deep breath and stood up straight as I walked through the door, past the kitchens and into the bar. I needed a drink, and to think. What I thought was that although I hadn't cum, the sex with him would get better if we met again, I was sure. The thought that I'd had a hot, sweaty, hunky, handsome man fuck me hard, got me feeling so sexed up. I felt my cock stiffening in my shorts.

I heaved myself up onto one of the bar-stools, and as I thought about what I'd like to do if there was a next time with John, found myself watching the barman. I'd not seen this guy before. He was older than the usual ones, in his thirties I thought. He was clearly a local. He was swarthy, dark-skinned with black hair cut fairly short. He had a short, smartly trimmed beard and his white shirt was unbuttoned a very distracting amount, revealing a forest of black, coarse hair on his chest. As he turned his back to me to put some glasses in the sink, I noticed what a nice, muscular bum he had under his tight jeans and how broad his shoulders were. God, I was still so horny and this guy was a real hunk. He walked over to me, catching my eye. "What you like?" he put his tongue through his lips as he pronounced the "L" in like, and I realised I was staring straight into his eyes. They were brown, large and very moist looking; I thought this must be what people meant by "puppy dog eyes", or "come-to-bed eyes". The look he gave me was almost pleading, as if he wanted desperately to please me; to make me feel good. I looked at his lips which were full and slightly open, almost pouting. I felt he was looking right into my soul. I felt my cock stiffen slightly. What was he doing to me? "Sorry, what?" I stuttered. "What you like?" he said again, slightly amused. "Oh, an orange juice please", could he see how much I was blushing? He reached under the counter for a bottle without taking his eyes off mine, flipped the top and poured the juice into a glass. "Oran jooze," he said in his thick accent as he put my drink in front of me. He leaned closer: very close, "You look just fuck", he smiled at me. "That three Lira". What the hell did he mean by that? My mind was racing. Could he see what I'd been doing upstairs in the flat with John? How could he? Could everybody? Did it show on my face? What was it? I fumbled in my pocket for my wallet. It wasn't there. I checked the other pockets and the realisation slowly dawned on me. My wallet must have fallen out of my pocket when I took my shorts off upstairs. "You OK?" the barman asked. "I, er, left my wallet er in a friend's flat", I stammered. "Where is flat?" he responded.

"You'd better take the orange back", I blurted out. I needed to think what to do. "No, you drink. Pay later. Where is flat?" he asked again. He was leaning closer again; so close I could feel his breath on my face even though he was speaking very softly. "Oh, er upstairs", what else could I say? "We go get. Come".

With that he walked round the bar and started towards the door I'd just come through. "Come, oran jooze", he grinned, flashing his gleaming white teeth disarmingly. I followed him up the stairs and he produced a bunch of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. He made sure I had to squeeze past him to get inside. God he was a hunk.

I walked over to the bed and bent down to see if my wallet was somewhere on the floor where it might have fallen. I felt a hand on my bum. I stood up with a start and turned round. He was standing so very close to me. "I want fuck with you", he breathed. I felt a tingle like my heart had pumped a double supply of blood through me and all the muscles below my waist seemed to relax. I gasped.

"I make you feel very nice. I very good, much better than other man John". I didn't know what to say. "What about the bar? What about the owner?" I was panicking. "My bar. My flat. I own. I want fuck with you. I want make you feel nice," he breathed again and put his hand on my face. He leaned in so our lips were almost touching. My heart was pounding, my dick making a tent in my shorts. I wanted this man so much. He made me feel so turned on. "You want?" he licked his lips. "Oh yes, I want." I couldn't help myself.

I was lost. He brushed his lips against mine. He was so tender, so sensuous. I felt his warm, wet tongue tracing my upper lip. I wrapped my arms round his waist and pulled him closer to me. His body felt hot and hard against mine.

I was panting. I moved my hand, desperate to feel the wonderful bulge in the front of his trousers, but he stopped me. "You no touch; not yet. I touch, you relax."

He was taking complete control. He didn't seem to care what I wanted, though I couldn't complain about how good he was making me feel. He pulled my t-shirt off over my head and threw it in the corner. I felt his hands undoing my shorts and they soon joined my top on the floor. He pushed me onto the bed and crouching over me, kissed me again, long and hard, his passion flowing into me from his lips. He pulled off his shirt and pressed his chest against mine, his wiry chest hairs squashed between us. I closed my eyes. I was getting delirious. I felt his lips lightly kissing my neck, down my chest and then a nipple. He moved downwards and I started to pant. His mouth moved across my stomach and barely brushed my pubes. "Oh please", I gasped. I needed him to take my dick into his mouth so badly. I was getting desperate to cum. "Soon, yes very soon", he was driving me crazy.

He stopped his teasing and I opened my eyes to see him sliding down the bed. He held my foot in his hands and sucked in my big toe. I'd no idea my feet could be so sensitive, that this could feel so erotic. I felt as if all my senses had been raised to a higher level. How did this man do this? He carried on working on my foot, tenderly kissing the sole and playfully nipping along the side. I was squirming on the bed.

I was so turned on. I went to grab my prick; it was beginning to ache painfully. "You no touch", he said firmly, "I touch, not you". He grabbed my hands and moved back up the bed. He began kissing up the inside of my thigh. Oh no. I didn't think I could take much more of this. It was like intense torture. I'd have confessed to anything, paid any ransom, agreed to anything at this point.

I gasped as I felt his nose brush against the hairs on the underside of my ball-sack. Oh fuck. I needed him. I needed him lying against me, his skin pressing against mine. "Please. Please fuck me now."

He smiled, "You want now?" You want my nice fat cock in you, rubbing inside? Make you feel very nice many times."

"Oh yes. Now please." He stood up off the bed. I almost cried. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" He beamed at me and I realised he hadn't yet taken his shorts off. I watched expectantly and gasped as his thick, heavy cock sprang out of his pants, dark and menacing, but oh so beautiful. It stood completely vertical, pressing hard against his stomach.

He knelt between my legs and lifted them off the bed. He lowered his head and I felt his tongue touch the sensitive skin on my clenched hole. I gasped again. What else would he do to torment me? I felt his tongue force its way impatiently inside me. I'd read about this, but didn't think anyone actually did it. The feeling was just exquisite. I lifted my hips up to meet his mouth, to try to get more of his tongue inside me. He stroked my balls softly. I was so close to cumming. I'd been close for what felt like hours. He lifted off me and I watched as he picked up a tube of gel and smeared it over his delicious looking shaft and the big red knob at the end. He leant forwards. "I fuck you so deep", he half whispered and I felt the tip of his cock kiss my yearning hole. "Please go slowly", I begged. "Oh I go slow, so slow and so deep." I swallowed hard and gasped as my muscle surrendered to the pressure and let him in. I felt every centimetre as he slowly slid into me further and further, the heat of him burning my flesh.

I felt the hair on his balls touch mine and he pressed his chest against mine. "Mmm so nice", he murmured in my ear. I had never felt so full, so opened up, so raw. He pulled out a little and then slid back in. I couldn't help myself; I lost it, and pumped the pent-up jizm over my stomach and chest. The feeling of my cock throbbing in release with a roasting hot shaft embedded deep inside me was better than anything I could have ever imagined. "Sorry," I said when I got my breath back.

"Why sorry? You feel nice, yes? I make you feel more nice. I can make you fell nice many times."

I relaxed back against the bed, spent. "I don't even know your name," I half whispered. He slid his still hard shaft in as far as it would go, so deep, and said a word, I guess his name, which I didn't understand. He must have seen my reaction.

"You call me George; is easier", he grinned. "Now I make you feel nice again yes?" He slowly pulled his cock almost all the way out of me, my bum feeling as if it was closing behind him, then slowly pushed back all the way in opening me right up again. I remember hoping he'd cum soon as I just wanted to rest. He carried on sliding his hot meat in and out as he whispered, "deep and slow, slow and deep". He watched for my reaction to his efforts. He had the most stunning eyes. I could gaze into them forever. He nibbled my neck and then along my jaw-bone as he slid in and out of me and breathed once more, "deep and slow, slow and deep". Oh God, I was getting another erection. He felt so good inside me.

I pulled his face towards mine and met his lips with my own. I suckled on his mouth and he slid his tongue inside. His kiss was magical. I tingled all over my body, every nerve ending feeling ultra-sensitive and still he worked his gorgeous hot cock in and out.

"Oh fuck. I love your cock. It feels so hot, so deep inside me."

George smiled. His teeth gleaming in the dim light.

"You feel nice? You want hard now. You want me fuck you hard. You want feel me hot and hard inside". It wasn't a question.

"Oh yes. Fuck yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop." I gasped out the words, barely making any sense. I felt like I was floating off the bed; having an out-of-body feeling and still he moved, feeling like a burning steel rod covered in soft, velvet so deep inside, in the very depths of my body.

I felt a need deep in my core. I moved my hands to his naked bum and pushed him harder in me. "Oh please. Fuck me harder. I want it harder. Make me feel you fuck me hard". I was getting almost delirious. The guy was making me crazy.

"You like fuck hard now? You like my big cock, hot inside. You want me to make you feel nice again?" I felt him increase the pace of his thrusts. He began pounding into me, his face reddening and beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. The feel of his buttocks thrusting powerfully under my hands was so hot; so sexy; so rude. I lifted my legs and crossed my feet behind his waist. It felt like it had the effect of letting him thrust even deeper into my tingling body. He pounded faster and faster. "Mmmm you feel nice inside. I pump all my cream deep inside. Make you feel my hot jooz; fill you up with all of me".

"Oh fuck. Yes. Fuck me, pump your cum in my arse. I want it deep inside." I gasped as this wonderful man hammered into me, giving me feelings I had no idea I could ever feel . He groaned almost as if in pain and I felt his rock-hard cock begin to throb; pulsating, pumping out his hot juice. I grabbed my cock and with not much more than a squeeze, felt the familiar waves of ecstasy as I lost my own load, dumping the white ooze between our bodies.

George relaxed against me, resting on his elbows. "You like it? I make you feel nice?"

"Oh God, George. You make me feel so, so nice. In fact you need to learn a new word, a better word to describe how good you make me feel. How about stupendous; amazingly, gloriously, utterly fantastic". I kissed him tenderly. He looked confused.

"I no understand. You like?"

"Yes George. I like very, very much. You make me feel so very nice."

I squeezed my wonderful lover hard against me as I slowly relaxed. "I go now," he said. "I get back to bar".

We dressed and kissed sadly goodbye. George promised to meet up again. I hoped it would be very soon and very often. This man was an absolute dream. I followed him downstairs to the bar, drank my juice and walked out of George's bar, leaving my three Lira on the counter. I ached all over and felt well and truly fucked. Oh hell, could people see that?