Travel Fun, Part Two
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"Hey, do we have anything on tap for Labor Day weekend?"
Mark furrowed his brow. "Not that I can think of, but I'll have to check my calendar. Why, what gives?"
"Well, we might have houseguests."
Out of the blue, I had received an email from Daniel, my Czech hookup, explaining that he and his Scottish boyfriend Rory were going to be in town for a few days at the beginning of a coast-to-coast journey. He wasn't exactly subtle about the fact that they were looking for a place to stay, but I didn't really mind. Especially after taking a look at the picture of the two of them that Daniel had attached to his email. The photo, taken on the beach at the Adriatic coast, captured Daniel's dark good looks perfectly, and it established that Rory was a buff, bearded, ginger god. Judging by the bulge in his Speedo, he was also hung as hell.
One glance at the picture settled it for Mark, and I emailed Daniel that they were more than welcome to stay for a couple of days. Since we were going to be there first stop, they would be able to recover from jet lag with us before beginning their travels.
The intervening weeks passed quickly, and I found my thoughts frequently returning to my too-brief escapade with Daniel. I wondered if something would develop on the visit, but I resigned myself to the likelihood that he and Rory were probably still in the throes of infatuation, and would only have eyes for each other.
"We're here," I called as I pushed open the door. The ride in from the airport had gone quickly, as Daniel and Rory filled me in on their travel plans. Given the obvious attraction between the two of them, I was pretty sure it would be an orgasmic trip, from one end of the country to the other. Once we arrived home, I introduced them to Mark, and then I got our guests settled in their quarters and left them to shower and change clothes before dinner.
I joined Mark in the kitchen and gave his crotch a squeeze.
"What do you think?"
He grinned. "I think I'd like to have a peephole into their room."
No doubt they were a very sexy couple, and also fun to hang out with. Despite their jet lag, they were pretty lively at dinner, especially after the wine started flowing. By the time we finished eating it had turned dark outside, and I suggested that we adjourn to the secluded patio, where we could enjoy the still-warm evening while having a night cap.
"Oh, you have a hot tub," Rory observed during a lull in the conversation, pointing to the spa area near the French doors that led into our bedroom. He had the sexiest goddamn accent.
"Yeah, its great to have a soak before bed," Mark said. "Maybe tomorrow when you're not so tired, you can try it out."
"I'm never too tired for a soak," Daniel said, and Rory nodded his agreement.
That settled it. Mark removed the cover while the rest of us skinned off our clothes. Trying to be discreet, I checked to see if my assessment of Rory's endowment was accurate. If anything, I had underestimated what he was sporting. His long uncut cock sprouted thick and heavy from his thatch of rusty pubes, ready to rise at the least provocation. I wondered how often Daniel agreed to ride it.
The four of us slipped naked into the bubbling water, luxuriating in the feel of the water. Mark hooked his leg over mine, and I guessed that there was also some underwater contact between Daniel and Rory. It was very sexy to share the tub with three hot men, and before long it became obvious that we were all starting to grow hard-ons. Needing the occasional breaks from the heat, we took turns bobbing up and out of the water and perching on the side of the tub. I guess we could have made an effort to shield our cocks with our hands, but that didn't really seem practical in a group of four hung guys. And there didn't seem to be a need for modesty.
"You two are having quite an effect on Rory," Daniel remarked, glancing at the bobbing prick next to him. His boyfriend laughed and spread his legs wider, giving us all a better view.
"It likes to come out to play when Daniel's around," he remarked. Taking that as an invitation, his boyfriend leaned over and nuzzled his lips around the head, which protruded from the encircling foreskin. It was a gorgeous prick. Judging from the expression on Daniel's face, it tasted great as well. Rory winked at us as he leaned back and began tugging at his nipples as his Czech boyfriend began to suck in earnest. "He is a great cocksucker, but I guess you know that yourselves, eh."
Mark glanced over at me. "I've heard reports," he said.
Mark and I jerked each other off as we watched the hot blow job being performed before our eyes. Daniel yanked his own crank as he sucked, and it didn't take long before each of us had shot a healthy load. Rory slowly exhaled as he sank back into the bubbling water, no doubt tingling with post-orgasmic bliss.
"Fuckin' awesome," he said. Who were we to disagree?
Not surprisingly, after the meal, booze, and sex, the effects of our friends' jet lag began to catch up to them, and we all decided to retire for the evening. It wasn't particularly late, so Mark and I just lolled around naked in bed and watched TV for a while, messing around a bit but instinctively saving our cum for the next day, in case there was a need to entertain our guests some more.
In fact, just about twelve hours later, I found myself squatting over Rory's fat cock, which was ready to poke through my back door. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, I slowly lowered myself, inch by sweetly agonizing inch, bracing my hands on his ginger-furred pecs. Glancing over at Mark and Daniel, it looked like they were about ready to start fucking too. My hubby had assumed his favorite position, on all fours, meaty ass up and ready to receive a pounding. Having had my share of Daniel's Czech cock months before, I knew he was in for a treat.
The morning had started innocently enough. I got up before everyone else and went into the kitchen to get things set up for a pancake breakfast. I guess I made too much noise, because Daniel and Rory soon joined me. They were clad only in T-shirts, naked from the waist down.
"We thought maybe we'd go sit in the tub for a few moments," Daniel said, apparently trying to give an innocent explanation for their nakedness. I swear I saw his cock twitch, and Rory was obviously half-hard.
"Well, breakfast is almost ready. Do you want something to eat first?"
They agreed that was a good plan.
"Maybe we should go put some more clothes on if we are going to eat," Rory said.
"Not really necessary. You'll be taking them off soon if you want to get in the tub," I replied, not particularly interested in having them cover up. "I'll go wake Mark up and then cook up these pancakes."
Of course, I filled Mark in on our guests' attire, and he came out similarly half-clothed. While I wore only boxers and a T-shirt, I was still the only one whose cock was not in plain sight. That gave me a little more freedom to permit a partial hard-on to grow.
"This maple syrup is good," Rory said, adding more to his pancakes. "What else do you use it on?"
Mark reached over and took the bottle from him. "Oh, pancakes, and waffles, and sometimes other things." He drizzled a bit on his cock. "It even tastes good on sausages."
By this point in the meal pretty much everyone had a hard-on, and it was pretty obvious where the morning was going. Rory leaned over and took my partner's stiff prick into his mouth.
"Mmmm, it is good."
At that point, it seemed like a good idea to skin off my boxers before my cock ripped right through them. Once we were all naked, the inevitable swapping around and pairing off could get underway. It was fun to fuck around with Daniel again, and we were grateful that he had brought such a hot and willing boyfriend for us to enjoy. By the end of the day, I had lost count of how many times I had cum, and I think we had tried just about every possible combination of partners and positions. My favorite part was watching Mark get spit-roasted, with Rory's cock deep in his ass and Daniel probing his mouth. I thought of that scene later in the evening, as we were drifting off to sleep, naked bodies pressed together. It was fun to play, but nicer to have such a hot man in bed with me every night.