James and Neil in Ibiza - Chapter 2 =================================== Category: Adult Friends Language: English (British)
A story loosely based on real events between two consenting adults James (21) and Neil (24) from Scotland, whilst on holiday in Ibiza.
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We splashed about in the pool for a while, the cool water lapping against our flushed bodies as we floated in our post-orgasmic bliss. As I leant back against the side of the pool, Neil slowly floated his way over to me then wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me close to him. As he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, he raised his legs, wrapping them around my waist. Meeting his presence, I slid my hands down his hairy muscular legs, coming to rest with one hand on each ass cheek. We held each other like that for what seemed like hours, gently kissing each other and my finger grazing against Neil's slick hole. My thick cum was leaking from his hole, making it easier for my finger to slide deeper inside him. As I breached his tight wet hole, he moaned deeply into my mouth, hooking my finger to rub against his prostate and making his thick cock pulse against my belly. We stayed like that, making out for what must have been fifteen or twenty minutes.
"I want to taste you. Get on the side" Neil whispered in my ear.
I pulled myself up onto the side of the pool, water sluicing off my body, my thick, hard cock standing to attention. As I sat back on the edge, Neil swam up to me, swallowing my cock down his throat in one go. I leant back giving him better access as he began to bob up and down, giving me the most amazing blowjob. As he sucked me deep, he ran his hands up and down my hairy thighs lingering on my butt.
"Mmmn, that feels so good mate" I moaned as a finger grazed my hole.
"You're leaking so much precum mate! I need to taste that hole." said Neil.
"Fuck yes!" I replied, getting on all fours whilst Neil pulled himself from the pool. "Fuuuuuck!" I moaned in pleasure as Neil's wet tongue worked its magic on my hole, his hands pulling apart my cheeks giving him access to work his tongue deeper inside me. Precum was dripping from my tip as he ate me out. As I looked down and back between my legs, I could see Neil's beautiful thick cock standing to attention. "I want to feel you in me mate. I want you to breed me."
"Hell yeah, I can't wait to drop my load inside you" Neil moaned, pulling his tongue from my hole. He stood up behind me, angled his cock down to meet my entrance and began to push inside. My ass eagerly gave way to his thick cock, stretching to accommodate him and soon he bottomed out deep inside me, balls pressed up against my ass. I squeezed my internal muscles on his cock, sending a wave of pleasure down his length and his cock pulsed in response.
At that moment, we heard the rumble of tyres on the road outside the villa. "Fuck, the guys must be back already" I cried, as Neil pulled his rapidly deflating cock from my hole. We scrambled to put our shorts back on and nonchalantly reclined on the sunbeds as the car doors slammed and our mates stumbled through the door.
The rest of the evening was torture, seeing Neil across the table from me, the memory of his thick cock buried inside me, and mentally reliving the experience of fucking and filling him earlier on. The lads had brought stuff for a BBQ back with them, so we sat round the pool and drank whilst it cooked. They'd decided they were going to have a calmer one that night, and we got pulled into a couple of games of cards meaning there was no opportunity for some alone time to finish what we had started. I decided to call it a night at 1am, as the guys were showing no sign of going to bed and scuppering any plans for some discreet late night fun.
After a late start the next day, the guys dragged us all down to the local beach. Seeing Neil in his swim shorts was torture, especially when they were wet and clung to his fabulous ass. I spent much of the day lying on my front, trying to hide my erection. Neil took great pleasure in tormenting me, periodically coming to sit in front of me, both when his shorts were dry (giving me a peak of his cock up the leg hole of his shorts) and when they were wet (clinging tightly around his generous bulge and across his pert ass). As the afternoon wore on, I saw Neil head away from the busy part of the beach, and into a cave. Checking nobody was paying particular attention, I set off after him, periodically checking that nobody from our group was watching. As I entered the cave, I saw that it led to a sheltered inlet bathed in sunlight.
Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me, and a hard chest pressing against my back. "Hello sexy" Neil whispered as he pushed his crotch against my ass. He started kissing my neck, and slide his hand down the front of my shorts, taking hold of my rapidly thickening cock. Feeling his throbbing cock pressed up against my crack, I reached back between us, freeing his cock from his shorts and taking his length in my hand. His cock was dripping with precum, which I worked up and down his shaft, slicking him up. With my other hand, I shoved my shorts down to just below my ass, and slipped his cock in between my cheeks. I moaned as his tip found my hole, his precum-slicked head pushing against my entrance. He gripped my chest and cock hard, pulling me back against him as he pushed forwards. Just as he was about to enter me, we heard voices at the entrance to the cave, and shot apart, pulling up our shorts and hurriedly covering our throbbing cocks. Neil exited the cave ahead of me, and I followed on five minutes later, once my throbbing cock had gone down. This was driving me made, I was unbelievably horny and desperate to finish what we had started. By the time I got back to the group, they were packing up to head back to the villa.
It was our last night in Ibiza, and at the start of the week we'd bought VIP access to one of the clubs, so after a quick shower and change of clothes, we were all heading back out. We started our final night having dinner at a sunset bar, toasting the holiday with champagne and chatting about our plans for the weeks ahead. As I was chatting to Dan, I felt something running up the inside of my leg. I casually place my hand under the table to see what it was, when my hand made contact with a foot. I glanced across the table as saw Neil giving me a cheeky wink as his foot moved closer to my crotch. I carried on my conversation with Dan, but had to keep adjusting my posture as Neil's foot rubbed over my thickening cock. When we left the table to travel to the club, I had to strategically place my jacket to hide my bulge. Fortunately it was quite dark in the club and it was busy, so it got easier to hide my slowly deflating cock, until Neil came up behind me and rubbed his hand across my ass, which brought me straight back to attention, before he wandered off to go and dance. This torture carried on through the night, with Neil coming over periodically to discreetly touch me, and then wandering off.
By the end of the night, my boxers were soaking with precum and it took all my strength to resist dragging Neil off to the toilets for a fuck - I knew we wouldn't be quiet and couldn't risk us getting caught and exposed. By the time we were heading to the taxi, I'd managed to regain a bit of composure, but made sure I sat in the back of the taxi, away from Neil so I could control myself. By 2am, we were back at the villa and collapsed into bed to catch a few hours sleep before our trip to the airport later that morning.
When I woke the next morning, I saw a Signal message on my phone from Neil, "I've booked a hotel at Edinburgh Airport so we can finish what we started". A shudder of anticipation ran through my body at the thought of what was to come, and I quickly replied "Fuck yes!". As I packed my stuff, I kept imagining all the things we would get up to, especially the thought of Neil filling me with his cock and cum. The honk of a car horn shocked me from my daydream, and I hurried down to meet the guys and jump into the taxi. The trip to the airport was a bit of a blur, a mix of hangover and daydreaming about what was to come, but then we were checked in and sitting in departures waiting for our flight to be called.
----------------------- (c) 2022 James Jones (hornyabzguy@live.co.uk)
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