Tommy, A Northern Lad -- 4 Meeting the Kiwis
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Part Four - Meeting the Kiwis
We spent the next day rehydrating and lounging by the pool. I had an idea to top up my full tan, my ass was getting paler, tan lines forming and also to broaden the lads horizons.
I found a naturist beach on Google maps with good reviews, it showed it as an hours walk away. I decided to take Tommy. In the end the others wanted to come along as well and they chatted excitedly about getting boners and seeing naked fanny and tits.
We packed just the basics and headed out early in the cool of the day. It was about a mile walk along the coast to a nature reserve. The guys grumbled at having to walk all the way. I could see Tommy had a hard on under his shorts,
'Whats got you horned up?' I said
Tommy grinned and grabbed his shaft through his shorts, showing me his thick cock outline.
'You, ya daft sod! I can't wait to see you naked on the beach'
I hugged him and it turned into a shirtless wrassle and grab ass. The lads joined in getting horned up as well.
We found the car park and the signs warning about nudity. Other visitors were arriving in cars and casually stripping off.
We stripped, the lads looking around them, embarassed. We took our day bags each with a towel, suntan and water. The boardwalk was long, about another mile, curving in and out of sand dunes descending to the sea. I held back a little admiring the lads arses as they strode confidently along, schlongs slapping, 5 strapping lads marching forth in the morning sun, making their skin look bleached white against their dark pubes and pits like splashes of black paint.
I heard chat, Swedish I think, and three girls were walking up the hill from the beach. Their legs stretching as they climbed the steps revealed their hairy Fannys and the lads stood stock still, embarrassed. The girls giggled as they passed us, laughing at the blushing lads all covering their jewels. I let it all hang out and Tommy copied, I've nothing to be ashamed of and i'm actually proud. One of the girls turned back to watch our butts as we walked ahead.
I chided the lads and told them to chill out, to let it all hang loose, this resulted in a swinging dick contest as they paraded themselves on the boardwalk no matter who was passing. Each time girls approached they'd display like peacocks and then huddle and giggle saying 'did you see the knockers on that one', 'didn't like yours', and many unprintable comments about what they'd do to them.
The beach was busy, we located a spot adjacent to a large mixed group who had put up a couple of sun shelters and on the other side a a group of lads, who looked a bit older than us, a team of some sorts, they all had matching towels, they were putting up a beach volleyball net.
We laid out the towels and I dug a deep hole for the cooler. And we then made a display of rubbing sun screen into each other, Aaron got a boner but didn't seem to mind, this set off a chain reaction as the lads all rolled over on their fronts!
A football hit Tommy on the arse, waking him up, a tall lad ran over
`sorry mate, hope you're OK'.
He strode over us to get the ball, fuck he was a sturdy looking guy, about my age but built and golden tanned all over, neatly trimmed blond pubes around a golden rod, the sun brings out the best I thought, I salivated, as he bent to pick up the ball, his arse cheeks parted showing his golden crack and bum hole surrounded by blond hairs.
He rocked back almost with his arse in my face then the soft sand moved under him and he lost his balance falling forward on top of Tommy. His cock in Tommy arse.
Oops sorry again mate' he said good job I ain't got a boner like you have' he laughed.
`How do you know?' said Tommy.
He says `the only reason a guy tans his back is because he's sprouted one! It's obvious to all, so just let it do its stuff, no one bothers mate'.
Tommy turned over, the guy whistled,
`I'd deffo keep that on display mate, does it win trophies?'
The guys mate ran up `come on Sammy let's have the ball',
`which balls are you talking about Pat?'
As the lads all displayed their wares.
`Trust you!'
Says Pat and grabs the ball and starts keepy uppy, his balls and cock jangling, the ball falls, Sammy gives us a big grin and starts to say something as Pat calls him and they run back to the others.
Aaron says, `they look fun guys, are they Aussies?',
`from New Zealand, I think' I said.
Flynns stub was up, Nicks pencil was pointing, Tommys we know about, Aaron grabbed his nuts
`leave it alone Aaron, we've all got one' said Seb who wriggled his hard prick in front of Aaron's face.
The NZ guys were larking around, sand wrassling and a couple kicking the ball about. The ball flew over again, hitting me on the arse this time.
`I reckon they're a soccer team' I said as my arse stung.
Sorry mate', another tanned God said nice arse though!'. `Why don't you stop playing with your dickies and join us, you up for some fun?'.
We nodded and ran after them. They were all taller than us, except Aaron, their thighs were amazing, tight muscular butts, a variety of cocks, all strong chested but not gross, lean muscled. Lots of leg tattoos and a sun tattoed around a belly button. We got in a circle and played keepy uppy, our lads were pretty good but the NZ guys were amazing, it was so hot seeing their junk flap about as their thighs raised or spread for the ball. My mind was racing. I looked across at Tommy who grinned back blushing at me, he still looked the sexiest although Sammy was a close second.
After a while, we got bored of keepy uppy and we followed them as they raced to the ocean running in full pelt and larking around, grabbing and dunking was the order of the day. No holds barred. I was hard as iron, along with everyone else.
I got ducked and held under, fuck, this was no game, I thought as my breath ran out, I used all my strength and guile to trip the guy and I rose out of the water gulping for air wildly as Sammy laughed, `good one mate'.
I leapt for him and ducked him for ages, wrassling him under, fuck this guy was like a seal, he could stay under for minutes! Then I felt his finger on my ass and he shoved his digit in hard, right up! Fuck' I cried and I relaxed my hold and he leapt up, that always works!' He laughed and went off to leap on Tommy.
I was wrapped around the waist by Pat, who's hand grabbed my balls and squeezed hard ,
'watch the jewels', I shouted,
`I have been' he replied,
I flipped him on his back on the wet shoreline, tiny waves lapping us and I pinned him, our faces an inch apart, hard cocks rubbing as we caught our breaths, chests heaving. He put his hands on my bum cheeks and relaxed, laughing,
`truce?'
he said, I relaxed and quick as a flash I was on my back, him straddling me, sat up, his cock jutting out right in my face,
`you said truce' I said crossly,
`never believe what a fella says, mate'.
A large wave then washed us both over and he pushed my butt firmly with his foot and launched me off into the water swimming, with him following in pursuit,
'first to the red buoy' he said.
I looked over and saw Tommy and Sammy racing as well. Tommy was in the lead, his front crawl was fast. I was in the lead as Pat shouted in pain,
`I've cramped up'
he said his face in agony, I swam back to him and as I got near him, he says
`fooled ya'
he ducked me hard, pushing me down, his feet on my neck and he swam on, I summoned all my strength to pip him by a hand.
`Draw' he shouts. I shake my head and leap on his shoulders and dunk him again.
`Race you back' I say and we're off again, I win clearly. We lay on the wet sand, waves ticking our balls.
`Two nil I reckon' I say.
`What's the forfeit'
Pat says winking at me. My pecker fills with blood thinking about what a fuck he must be.
`You've thought of something already?'
He says grabbing my inflating cock and giving it a quick wank.
Everyone is knackered now. We go to grab our towels and reassemble with the NZ guys laying our towels out amongst theirs. We start chatting. The guys all work as ranch hands and shepherds in NZ and are members of their local soccer team. They're out here on some green washing sponsored tour of Europe funded by an oil company who want to extract and build a terminal in their area.
I notice that the ranch hands are the smaller stockier guys, the shepherds leaner, taller. The guys are teasing the shepherds saying they `don't get much in the hills, just a friendly hand'. The guys just laugh. They say they go buck naked all day in the hills, no one sees them, they bump into the odd hiker and Sammy tells us stories of bunk ups and encounters that often brighten up their nights. Sounds like 'Broke Back mountain', Seb says as they launch on him and find out he's ticklish as he runs away from them.
Four of the guys get up and stride to a long bag and start putting up a shade tent, it's just a huge lightweight tarp supported by 8 poles. I notice that the lads have all paired off with an Kiwi and are chatting and laughing, getting closer. Sammy and Tommy walk off into the dunes with a towel and Pat nods at me and we follow them. The four of us walk for a while till we see a stream inlet and the dunes are higher here, more private. We flip down and start making out.
Pats is tall, I'd say 6' 4" his body is fantastic, muscular but not over broad, more lithe and he's so very strong. We soon 69 and Pat is saying how beautiful my cock is, he loves the paleness and my white crack against my tanned arse, like a broad smile. I bring him quickly, he fills my mouth with southern hemisphere spunk. I swallow hungrily as I massage his balls lightly coaxing out every last spurt with my tongue, feeling his balls pulsing steadily till he's cumming dust.
My cock is slavered up and raging, my head purple. I'm devoid of sensitivity now, I'm a Ram. Determined to unload. I push Pat on his back and lick his arse crack clear of sand, spitting out till it's clean and glistening.
Do it' he says. I look over and see Tommy rising up preparing to enter Sammy. I slap Pats arse hard and Tommy slaps Sammys arse and we wink at each other and chocks away' says Tommy as we push on in and ride them to the stars. I cum inside Pat, my leg shaking like a dog with fleas.
I'm still hard, `go for it' Pat says and he spins onto his back raising his legs high on my shoulders, I fuck him to oblivion again, sand or no sand, he cums in a great spurt that misses his shoulder landing on the marram grass, just the one spurt, his chute clenches tight and I fuck through it, till he's sloppier again, on and on I'm pounding.
Tommy and Sammy sidle over and Tommy sticks his cock in Pats willing mouth and Sammy gets to my arse and chews and slavers up my crack pressing his fingers in, opening me up as I continue to ram into Pat who's moaning quietly. I shoot into Pat falling forward, Sammy is on me shoving his cock in and fucks me raw, keeping me hard in Pat and making Pat cum again in gushes over his chest, Tommy pulls out of Pats mouth and squirts his load over Pats chest and leaning forwards Tommy and I kiss.
Sammy pulls out of me and squirts his load powerfully over Pats face. We three dive in and lick up the cum pool, sharing and kissing and swallowing our loads. Pat sits up and he's hard again, Pat cleans sand off Tommys cock and licks out his arse hole as Tommy straddles him and bounces up and down on Pats shaft. I straddle Pat and bending down suck off Tommys cock, Sammy stands and feeds Pat his cock `welcome home' says Pat and devours Sammys familiar cock knowing just which buttons to press.
No one is in a rush, and the languorous 4 way continues until Tommy feels Pat fill his ass hole. I stand and Tommy sucks me off, swallowing my load. We recover, sighing and caressing each other with the occasional kiss, then Sammy, slaps his soft dick over my face and shouts 'catch me, pussy pom' as he runs off down the hill through the dunes to the beach and the sea. We follow all hollering and hooting our release and dive into the waves.
Sammy swims out to a floating jetty and hauls himself out, his strong arms support his muscular back and his firm ass globes as he drips and climbs onto the platform, laying down in the sun to dry. We follow and clamber up. The guys see us from the shore and we wave. We see a flotilla of naked fit guys swimming fast to the platform and we all lay in the sun, content, fucked out.
Pat looks at the sky, the sun is dipping,
it's about 4pm' he says, the transport is due at 5, will you lads be joining us?'
I get nods all round and say `Thanks, we'd love to'.
We swim back to the camp, the guys quickly take down the shelter and the volleyball net and pack away. We all walk up to the car park where two canvas topped off road safari trucks pull up. We all clamber in. I count up, there is 14 of us and 4 crew.
We drive up the coast passing Valldemossa and Deia and on to Soller. The majestic bay opens out as the trucks drive to the jetty and a launch `put puts' up to the pier, the 4 guys arrange a gang plank as the lads quickly rifle in their bags for shorts. We get our emergency shorts out and join them on the jetty, dressed barely enough not to cause alarm. The guys walk to the jetty and into the launch which makes its way across the marina to a yacht, a sleek white crescent punctuated with black stripes for windows and decks tumbling down at the back. The crew put down the steps and we climb aboard.
Welcome aboard Exxon Spirit' the guy in the hat crisp white shirt and white shorts said, first some drinks and then food'.
The crew got ready to sail as we sat in white leather u shape seats clinking bottles of cold beer as Sammy explained the night ahead, we usually eat early as we're starved stupid by that time, then we sail out to a bay and pull in for the night, we strip and swim until we've had enough grab ass then pair off and the night games start, you up for it', 'yeah' we all shouted.
Sammy said the crew will take you back to where you're staying as we're sailing to Barcelona tomorrow, then Nice and Marseilles before Genoa, Rome, then Sicily'. Wow we said. Pat brought back 4 more bottles from the bar and we chatted about England and our lives.
This made me nervous as I'd not told Tommy much about myself other than my name Chris.
I'm 24, I'm a bit of a nomad, my parents moved to California when I was two, then when I was nine they moved to Dubai so I boarded at a school in England, stripping me of my American twang and giving me my bland accent. I studied languages at uni but then the parents died in a road accident changing my life forever. Dad worked as a geologist and mum was a languages professor, an expert in cuneiform script.
My grandmother was from money and their death meant that I was sole inheritor, what with the property in Monterey, an apartment in Dubai, Grandmas estate in Surrey, an apartment in town, and numerous holiday homes dotted across Europe, I was pretty well off and able to live off the family investments.
I knew I was different from being 7 staring at the shirtless gardeners and lusting after the pool boy in his speedos when I wanted to swim naked in the pool. I used to drum my legs to a crescendo each night to get to sleep. Dry cums becoming wet at 13 and a longing for cock and ass ever since. I'm proud of my 7" hard 5" soft, long foreskinned, some say pretty, cock supported by two perfectly sized eggs nestling in a cute sack, making my cock look bigger than it really is.
I let slip about the beach apartment in Monterey once and Tommy nailed me to the bed
`I thought you were a posh git!'
Then flipping me over gripping my hands at the wrists I was immobile,
`let's see how a posh boy likes an apprentices cock shall we?'
He fucked me raw, his weight on my body, one arm still gripping my wrists as he bellowed and lurched bent upwards as he shot his bolt, then fell heavily releasing his wrist hold and smothering my neck and nape with kisses as he pulsed and pulsed his cum in me, his cum drooling out down my balls as he continued to fuck me, squishy humps now as he brought himself to a second almost immediate climax, his face kissing my neck, his hot breath on my nape as he whispered how fucking gorgeous I was and never to leave the butchers apprentice.
Tommy was a bit quiet that evening
`it's all gonna end in't it'
he said, his broad northern accent coming through.
`How long you got left?'
I asked as we sat cuddling up on one of the decks looking at the moonlight on the water, `
'We fly back in 6 days, that's our two weeks up, then back to tech and chopping up meat for me, what are you gonna do?'
`I don't know, honestly, I've to go to London for a few days and then I fancy Italy, Gran has a place in the northern hills where her uncle is buried from action in First World War in Asiago'
`that's a cheese!' Tommy said,
`clever lad'
I replied and put my hands down his shorts and took his soft cock and warm balls in my hand and caressed them, bringing my face in for a kiss.
Pat sidled over with a key,
`you're in berth no7, why not get a shower and we'll go midnight skinny dipping, see you in 10'. We got up, our shorts tenting and found the room, a small double that narrowed to a single was squeezed in and next to a wardrobe was a small toilet and shower.
Tommy said `sorry guvnor but I'm desperate for a shit',
he stripped off and sat on the bog. A long loud, seemingly endless fart emanated and his face winced as he dropped a log, slowly. I stood beside him, closed the door to the cabin and started the shower. The watercascaded off my body and over his,
`there's no fucking paper'
he said as he stood up, I looked at his log, then at his cock, in a semi,
`you're such a fit fucker'
`no need to be common'
he replied and came up for a hug. He soaped up his hand and cleaned his arse a few times, smelling his fingers to check as I washed his back, reaching down to grip his glutes, his hard cock pressed tight against my stomach.
`My turn' I said and I turned and sat down. I thought of a waterfall as I relaxed enough to piss, my cock pointing up showered Tommy
`you dirty get!'
he exclaimed then grinning he danced with his cock and balls being showered by my golden stream. I finished then filled the pan with a rather smelly load myself and the days cum deposited on top of his for safe keeping. I stood now and flushed and we soaped up again making sure we were clean.
A tap at the door made us shut off the water and in walked Pat,
`room for another?' He said, looking at us squashed in the shower and we shook our heads blushing,
`fuck, it stinks like a shepherds arse in here'
We left, naked, quickly drying off, we climbed down steps to the launch area and dived into the warm moonlit sea. Pat surfaced dived under and I felt his lips around my cock as he sucked me off, man could he hold his breath a long time, I didn't cum but boy he gave me a workout, he dived again and was at my arse pulling me under as he rammed his nose up my crack. I leapt out of the water and gasped for air as he swam off to tease somebody else, I heard Aaron shout out as he too was pulled under.
Tommy and I swam to the cove and laid on a large flat rock, still warm after the heat of the day and we made out, kissing and fondling. I swung up my legs and Tommy knew what to do, he spat on my pucker and pushed his fat rough butchers digit in and then another, he delved for my prostate and grazed it with his fingers, I moaned and he swapped his fingers for his turgid, veined cock, the veins black in the moonlight, the skin peeled back, his head shiny and smooth.
He spat again into his palm and coated his cock giving himself a quick wank, testing his hardness, his virility, it snapped up to his abs which he flexed as he lay in a push up pose above me, I pulled back on my legs and my feet were at my ears bringing my pucker into view, he lent forward and lined up expertly as he pierced my rose, I gasped, the searing pain as he bottomed out soon vanished, his curly pubes on my ass and he groaned then pulled back. I wrapped my legs around him which excited him more and the onslaught began. It was all over too quickly, he filled me up, then raising my legs he licked his cum out as it ran onto the stone.
He grabbed my dick and said `I'll deal with this later, he hauled me to my feet and we dived into the sea from the rock to join the others. Pat and Aaron were swimming towards us ready for some action on the rock. We clambered into the boat and there were guys making out all over, no one cared who saw what, we're all blokes after all. Sammy and Flynn looked to be at it, in a 69, I wondered how he'd take Flynns fat stub! Nick was popular, his slender pencil in demand, it was so easy to suck and was a pleasure to be fucked by. Pair by pair the party thinned out, we went to our berth and soon the hum of the engines rocked us to sleep, cuddling close, spooning Tommy in the small bed, my cock nestled in his crack.
I woke up for a piss and untangled myself from Tommy who roused and smiled at me. I pissed, shook off and spat in my palm and greased up. I climbed on top of Tommy who was laid on his back, his eyes dark in the moonlight. He lifted his legs high and I sank inbetween them kissing his lips, entering him, feeling his rough chin burn my face as he adjusted to my girth
`fuck that's a beauty' he said as he reached to feel my thick cock expand his hole,
`how does it do that'
he said and giggled, which was cut off and replaced with a groan as I built up speed, bottoming then almost leaving his gaping hole, then ramming on in, my rhythm built and I could feel my mercury rising, higher and higher, louder and louder were Tommy groans, faster and faster I ploughed, I felt Tommys chute contract, my next journey down his velvet lined glove was sublime. As I bottomed out he clenched his arse again and I sprayed my seed up his guts.
I kept pumping, grazing his prostate further, his head shook wildly from side to side and he drummed his feet on my back begging me to stop. I was still ram rod hard, I didn't want to stop and fucked on through a short painful sensitivity then geronimo, I was as hard as iron, I picked up speed again then slowed it right down, pushing over his button slowly, long languorous strokes, his cock now soft, nestled in his silken cummy pool started to respond, I kept up slow stokes, sweat from my brow dripping onto his face.
Tommy lurched up to kiss me, his arms clung around my neck then he fell back, his cock hard now, I shuffled up deeper on my knees, still connected. I took his cock and slowly wanked him to climax, his spunk showering his body, I pushed on in and felt the last of his anal spasms and now he was mine, mine to devour and take when I want.
I pulled out and whispered for him to kneel on all fours then re entered him, now my primeval urges took over as I hammered him, still hard, full length strokes then short ones fully bottomed out, I varied it, kept him guessing then pulled out again, he pleaded with me to cum inside him and he hungrily lay on his front, a pillow under his spunky belly to raise his ass up. I mounted him, his perfect arse, blue, shining in the moonlight I kissed his nape, kissed the three little golden down covered spine bumps and his deep broad valley back as I fucked into him, he was gripping the sheets now as I pummelled his ass, how much more could he take? I wanted to test him, to dominate my stud, to make him mine, my own prime butchers beef, the lad of my dreams, handsome, coarse, unfinished, fuckable.
At that thought I shot my bolt exclaiming he was beautiful, filling him up with my seed, breeding him. I collapsed on top of him, I put my arms around his torso, gripping his balls with both hands, my weight fully on him, me deep within him, pulsing my cock. Tommy wriggled his ass purring deep in his throat as I slipped out. We slept in the cummy, sweaty bed until I dreamt seagulls were tapping on the skylight. I woke to see Pats face at the skylight shouting
`get up you lazy fuckers, it's a beautiful day'.
We didn't shower. I'd noticed that Tommy only showered before `going out' or as part of sex. I liked that, it built up his scent, his cheesy rim, his unique signature that invaded my senses, made me hard, kept me interested.
`You guys ready for water skiing'
Pat beamed as our faces crinkled to a 'yeah', Tommy leapt up and wrapped his legs around Pats waist crushing his cock into his golden treasure trail.
`steady boy'
said Pat, his hard on showing through his beach shorts.
`Gotta wear shorts for this, the sea is brutal on your bits, never forget water weighs a kilo a litre'.
We ran to our cabin and changed into speedos in a flash. A speedboat was lowered from the top deck by a winch, and the crew got in.
`Who's first?'
Says Pat. No hands go up,
'who's done it before?', the Kiwis hands rise but none of the English lads. I timidly put my hand up.
`OK, Chris, show em how it's done',
`Well it's been a few years since...' he cut me off,
`like riding a bike' he said.
I swam out to the boat and picked up the line
`go easy'
I yelled as I was pulled through the water, I rise then waved at Tommy and fell into the water. `Not bad' shouted Pat, keep your hands on the bar. Think about your weight distribution',
I nodded and this time I was up. The boat speeded up and did a gentle curve then slowed and I swam back to the yacht.
Tommy was next, he mumbled 'clever fucker' to me as he dropped into the sea and showed off his beautiful, effortless front crawl.
I had a feeling Tommy would be a natural. He was, he picked it up in seconds, just fell off on his first go, then wobbled a bit on his second, but recovered. Watching his taut body adjust, his arms and pecs tensing and his core flexing to maintain control keeping him steady gave me a hard on. I had a huge patch of pre-cum pressing through my speedos, like soapy suds.
We all had a go and this took up all morning, we then dropped the speedos and were sunning naked in between diving into the sea to cool off.
The crew raised the boat to the top deck and washed it down, this became a hose fight, man that was fun. Pat was an expert aimer, no cock went unwashed!
Lunch was served and the Captain came over and spoke with Pat. Pat then relayed that the captain had changed plans as a storm is due in Barcelona and we'd be staying put for a few days and mooring up in Palma.
We cheered, this meant we could stay with the guys longer and have more fun.
We had lunch on top deck and then peeled off in pairs for a 'siesta', we heard guys being nailed in the cabins.
with seapping rooms we all had chores to do, clean the shower and make the bed with fresh linen and tidy around. We pulled into Soller and took on more water, we caught the cute tram to Soller town and wandered the narrow streets sinking a few beers along the way. We got back late and relaxed on deck before we sailed out to another cove for midnight skinny dipping and a swim.
We ate our meal, fresh caught fish, man these Kiwis can put it away, our English lads matched them though, a week of this and we'd all pile on muscle.
Pat came with new room numbers
`thought we'd mix up the pairings, spice it up a little'.
Tommy looked at me nervously,
don't worry, you're mine', I said, go on, have a bit of fun'.
I got Pat and Tommy got Zak, a skinny but immensely strong ranch hand. I heard Tommys distinctive moan as he was pleasured by Zak. He wasn't the only one mewling.
Pat showed his toolmanship as he lovingly opened me up then fucked me all night,
`when's it my go?' I asked,
`when I'm done with you'
he said and pushed on in again! His strong cock lifting my arse off the bed as I arched my back, impaled on his cock, he was pummelling my prostate as I squirted out yet again only for it to be gobbled up by hungry Pat.
I got my chance in the night, he wanted to be fucked like the doggy whore he said he was, telling me over and over, I did my best, I shot up his back then licked it all off as it pooled in his valley and trickled to the crack of his arse, long licks from under his balls, over his pucker and ass crack to his broad V and up to his nape.
I nailed him again as moonlight turned to daylight, him mewling for more, me keeping hard, I lost count how many times I came, sending Pat wild as his arse hole took yet another pounding and I was squirting dust into his malleable, perfect chute.
Breakfast saw Zak and Tommy chatting affectionately, which made me smile. I was sleepy, yawning away. Pat poured a jug of cold water over my head saying `wake up stud' which got a laugh and a grab ass wrassle on the deck. We stayed in our pairs all day, Tommy glancing grins at me, then blushing red, my heart skipping a beat, help me, how much more can I love him?
That night we left the safety of Soller bay and sailed hugging the coast for Palma harbour.
Pat gave us new room numbers and I had a great night with Stan, Tommy got Fred, a tall, broad muscular rancher, that made Tommy look like titch, Fred's bull neck was as wide as his face, his forearms like thighs, his thighs like tree trunks with a babys arm hanging between two coconuts.
Stan was a short stocky, immensely powerful ranch hand who put his arm under my crotch and lifted me up as if I was a feather over his shoulder, my head down his back, giving me a view and of his muscular arse cheeks flexing as he walked me to his cabin. My cock pressed tight into his pecs.
Stan laid me down on the bed and started kissing me gently, then passionately, he was not in a hurry and over the night he opened me up, he was patient, thoughtful and gentle but boy could he fuck. He kept me on the brink all night, relaxing me in between bouts, massaging my back as he was hard inside me, pulsing his banana curved 8" meaty cock, so deep he was crushing his nuts into my ass. Flipping me over like I was a rag doll and entering me again, impaling my tender ass on his curved iron pole, taking me so close then pausing, massaging my pecs, rubbing my lats, pummelling my abs as he again slowly and deeply fucked me.
I was dripping precum as he entered me doggy style, scooping it up on his fingers and making me lick it off his fingers, his rough digits in my mouth as he went faster, he wrapped his arm tight around my neck in a choke hold, his hand cupping my pec, squeezing me hard, he lifted me up, squeezing my neck as he fucked me fast. I groaned, red in the face, spluttering, wailing half pain, half pleasure, so desperate to cum, then he slowed, flipped me on my back and gently so gently, like an angel, kissing me all over, sucking me gently, lifting my legs and sucking and slavering at my puffy gaping hole, then pushing in again, he lifted up on his tiptoes, one arm holding his weight as he fucked me again, his other hand caressing me, squeezing my nips,
`ready'
he says, I nod vigorously,
`hold tight'
he says and two hands on the bed now, he builds up to a crescendo then falls back, building up again, higher, but falling back, again and again, higher and higher until I was about to explode, my whole body tense, my back arched, head back, wailing louder now, breathing in huge gulps of air as he pounded my prostate harder and harder, he pulled out and his jet of spunk hit my face, with force, my cock erupted and shot over my face, he came again, another great burst, I opened my mouth and caught most, leaving a trail across my body, now my next salvo on my forehead this time, we spurted and spurted until we were dry. He cleaned me up, lapping up my face, gulping down our pooling cum. He raised my legs and rammed home again, still hard and brought himself quickly inside me as I fed him fingerfuls of my goo.
We 69'd, our cocks now soft, me getting Stan interested again, sucking his cock as he twitched in pain, sucking on his nuts as Stan blew on, kissed and licked my puffy anus, gently tonguing my arse hole as his cum trickled out and gently sucking my balls, mirroring my actions. My ass was sore but the afterglow was sublime.
Morning brings a repeat, I suck Stans corkscrew cock getting it good and slavery. He lifts me off the bed like a child and sets me down. He splays my ass with his hands and spits at my pucker, bulls eye, he gently lowers me onto his tip, he delicately moves me up and down, exciting just his glans, popping in and out, then sighing he gently lowers me down his pole, the curve finding new pressure points and my lights flash and his head rubs over my prostate. He ligts me up and stands, he holds me still against the wall and raises his arches off the floor, this moves his cock maybe an inch in and out right over my prostate. I'm moaning as the constellation of stars explodes in my brain, he builds up speed, lowering me a little more to get full thrusts.
I grab him around the neck, impaled on his pole, spinning me around and around as he laughs and fucks my arse. He cums in a roar and pulse after pulse of cum invades me, filling me up as I deep kiss him wrapping my arms tight around his neck. He's red in the face, his chest is red. He pulls out, slaps his ass and is sat on the bed on all fours,
`your turn big boy',
he says and I'm on him, pushing in, he roars with pain,
`don't stop'
he shouts, this boy likes it rough, am I man enough? I think, yes I am.
I'm pumping him deep into his ass and pulling back, I've got his balls in my hand squeezing and tugging them as I fuck him. My other hand is on his nipples, i'm squeezing hard, crushing his balls then his nips, he's pushing back into me forcing me in deeper. I pull out and he rolls over, legs akimbo and he guides me in to him, I go deep, he opens his legs wider, i'm in deeper, my balls push in to his arse crack. I stop, i'm too close and pulse my cock in him, he mirrors my pulse with his contractions, I grip his balls again and yank them up hard, purple now in their thin sack. I ram him hard and quickly, squeezing his nuts hard as he moans and now to his nips, and back to his balls, as I pound him.
`Let me see you cum'
he shouts, sensing I'm close.
`Push it in my mouth'
I pull out of his arse and lean forward, straight into his willing mouth, he sucks, I see stars and cum buckets, roaring loudly, exhaling, releasing the tension for what feels an age. Stan shoots up his body as he sucks me dry, I stay hard in his mouth, writhing in agony as the sensitivity kicks in then fades and I cum again, straight down his throat this time. His cum is cooling, running down his body. I pull out of his mouth and I clean his cock up, bringing him to climax again, gulping down his watery juice, I suck his balls clean.
We showered affectionately, me squashed against the wall in the small shower, this big rough Kiwi with calloused hands, strong as an ox, but gentle as a lamb, considerate, loving.
I make a mental note to get Tommy and Stan together, to teach him how to really fuck. Maybe tonight, I'll have word with Pat.
What to do about my butchers boy? Not many days left before they fly back to Leeds Bradford airport.
Tommy and Pat had long conversations about sheep in NZ, Tommy said he loves to butcher lambs, his dream was to keep everything local, to farm well bred lambs, keeping the uplands trim and profitable, selling the produce in a market town butchers shop of his own, training up young lads in the trade, maybe have a brand, see about a cafe and a restaurant attached, but it's only a pipe dream for a butcher's apprentice from Bingley.
It gave me food for thought, how could I stay with my love, give him purpose, and me purpose as well, I'm 24 and still a glorified pleasure seeking beach bum following the sun. I ache to settle, to be loved and to love in return. I became sad, Tommy came over and massaged my shoulders from behind and gave me that £million grin, his eyes dancing.
`How was Stan?' He asked,
well worth a try' I said but not like being with you', he kissed me.
`Speaking of which, how was Fred?',
`oh man, Tommy enthused, he's a fucking stud, you got to try him' then he added,
`but it's just raw sex, not like being with the one I love'
reaching down for my package and giving me a squeeze.
I melted inside when I heard him say 'the one I love'.
Palma was a delight, a clothed delight, no more bare arses and swinging dicks on deck. Navy and white uniforms now and brass buttons for the crew. The Kiwis took us around some great steamy `man on man' clubs hidden down alleyways where we danced the night away, flirted and played grab ass. Tame though compared to El Diabolo!
We left early and returned to the yacht. Tommy held my hand and lead me to the cabin. We ducked under the low door and sat on the bed in the cramped space. Tommy took off my trainers and socks, pulled off my top, kissed each nipple whilst pinching the other hard, unbuckled my shorts, unbuttoned the fly and pulled them off me. He was humming and swaying his arse like hoola dancer. My shorts were removed and folded, my undies were yanked down in one sharp pull, my cock jerked down then slapped noisily on my abs. Tommy danced around in circles spinning my undies then giggling he sniffed them deeply before tossing them on top of my shorts.
I was naked and felt odd with him all dressed. I undressed him, we stood naked, silent, I broke the silence
`did Stan teach you anything?',
`yes' he replied
'Stan taught me to respect your lover and do anything you can to please them, and through their pleasure so you will receive your pleasure'.
I stood transfixed, staring into his eyes.
`So all that rough stuff didn't turn you on?',
`you're not listening' Tommy said firmly.
`I only get pleasure if you get pleasure, if that means stapling your nipples to the wall then so be it, I'll adjust, but heck, I loved what we had before Stan, before Pat, before that bull Fred, I think the world of you, I need nothing else but you and your undying love, affection and loyalty'.
I cried and melted into his arms, we kissed and cuddled all night, that was enough after the sexathon.
Heck it took a butchers boy to tell me love is not a sprint, but a marathon.
I awoke early, I looked at Tommy laid on his back, his muscled arms above his head, his dark bushy pits sticky with acrid sweat, his beard rough and dark with 2 days growth, his chest broad, hairless, red with sunburn, his brown nips the size of 2p coins and perky, the channel between his pecs narrow and deep, his lats rippling, his abs rising and falling slowly with his breath, a golden brown treasure trail from his belly button to his pubes, bushy but groomed a little to show off his shaft, his hairless balls. His prominent V and those golden tanned hairy thighs, muscular, heavy legs though playing soccer, cycling, swimming, fell walking and trudging up the hill to the abattoir every day, rain or shine, snow or sleet.
`My man is a God'
I said out loud, this woke him and he smiled,
`My lad is a cat?'
He says, looking puzzled. He grabbed me, wrassling on the bed, his cock hard, my cock hard. We sucked each other off in a well practiced 69, then fucked each other, him inside me as I got on all fours doggy style just like he likes it, crushing my balls and wanking me off as he ruts me like a stag, a stallion of a man, using my hot, velvet shit tube for his own pleasure, grazing my prostate making me mewl. Then me staring into his eyes, his cheeky grin turning to a wince of pleasure as I pierced him, making him cum hands free, as I unloaded deep inside him as we kissed deeply, pulse after pulse in his tight chute.
At breakfast it's a somber mood amongst the lads. Last day of the holidays. We swap numbers and last hugs with Stan and Fred and the guys, Aaron wiping his eyes and swapping kisses with Zac. I move in to give Pat a kiss and dodges me, ducks squeezes my nuts hard
`that's three nil to me'
he laughs and we hug tightly, he whispers
'look after him, he's a gem'
into my ear, his breath hot and moist. I nod, and we shake on it, eye to eye, man to man. Deal sealed.
The guys arrange the jeeps to take us back to our shitty rooms on The Strip and we pack our holdalls, thin curtains drawn blocking out the bright sunshine. Its miserable faces all around, as sweaty socks, cum stained T shirts and rank cheesy underpants are pressed into Adidas holdalls. Toiletries binned, passports, boarding cards and money stowed safely and its sayonara and a taxi to the airport.
I'm hugging Tommy saying `this is not the end it's the start', he's looking glum, tears welling, I kiss each eye, grab his tackle and we kiss deeply, we hug, his breath hot and moist on my neck, I whisper sweet everything's to him,
`you're my stud, we'll sort something out, you're mine and mine only, I love you Tommy, wait for me to sort something'.
I hug Aaron, Nick, Flynn and Seb and one last grab of Tommys package and a kiss. The cab doors slam and they're off to the airport. I text Tommy a huge heart and `txt me when you land'.
They fly, I cry.