He had only ever been in my Wank Bank until now.
Chapter 4
Wayne and I didn’t hear the other lads come back, which must have been in the early hours, as they were still fast asleep when we both woke up early enough to go down and get some breakfast for the first time since arriving. Wayne and I spent the morning swimming in the sea, the hotel pool and generally lazing around chatting about sex, red and white wine, including Rose and Champagne which hopefully, broadened Wayne’s horizons regarding sex.
The others came down around midday looking terrible, slumping down on the pool loungers with a ‘hair of the dog’ pint of lager each. Wayne and I went off for lunch alone, as they nearly threw up when we mentioned eating, you should get an early night like we did, you’ll feel so much better for it I suggested, which I presumed would fall on deaf ears. When we returned the lads looked slightly better after their second pint of lager and decided to go up and get something to eat, leaving Wayne and I to go swimming in the pool again. We got chatting to the young good looking, speedo clad, Spanish pool lad and asked if he knew of any good beach bars, out of town, his English wasn’t good, then neither was our Spanish, but we got the gist that he knew of one, a short taxi ride away and could he come, as it was his night off and had nothing to do. We agreed to meet him in the hotel bar at about 8 and we ‘d get a couple of taxis for the 7 of us, no no, my brother is taxi man he began, sounding like Manuel from the new Faulty towers sitcom which had begun just before we came away, you pay not many Pesetas, he takes us, and with that he carried on with his pool duties.
Wayne and I were sitting at the bar on our own at 8, the lads had rejected our beach bar trip and decided to go to bed early, otherwise, they now realised, they would be in no fit state to go to work the day after we got back to Gatwick. The pool guy turned up, who’s name, coincidently, was Manuel, didn’t think of asking if he came from Barcelona, you come now, brother angry so we go now. Outside, we climbed into a beat-up old Citroën and rattled our way to this bar, which couldn’t have been more than a few miles away but down an unmade road that led to a beach. We handed over some Pesetas and his silent brother drove off, presumably still angry, in a cloud of dust.
The bar wasn’t too bad, good music, a veranda leading down to the beach but not very many people, just a few couples and locals. After a couple of beers, Manuel said he was sorry that the bar was so quiet and perhaps we go back to the hotel where there were more people. He went across to a telephone on the wall, to ring his brother to come and pick us up, but after a few minutes of shouting and hand gestures, it wasn’t looking too good for our taxi ride back to the hotel. Manuel came back, bloody fuck no good brother he not want to taxi us, he shouted with accompanying hand gestures.
Changing his tone completely, we can go on beach walking back to hotel, not far and very nice at nightstime (sic) many lights across water good.
We had gone about a mile and could see the lights of our hotel around the bay, another mile or so in the distance, however we were in complete darkness, with the sea on one side and dense undergrowth the other. Walking in the sand was hard work and we were all sweating our balls off, the temperature was still in the eighties. I need to stop and have a fucking rest, complained Wayne, my fucking shirt and my shorts are soaking and sat down on a large rock. I too was dripping; my boxers were clinging uncomfortably to my cock and balls and was very relieved when we stopped. Manuel, being used to the heat wasn’t as bad but he too sat down showing sweat patches on his shirt and shorts.
We go for swim to get cold again suggested Manuel, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling down his shorts to reveal a tiny pair of briefs, just managing to contain his cock and balls but not his considerable amount of pubic hair. No one here, so we go in no clothes, he said, pulling down his briefs to reveal a nice set of balls under a 6 in cock that was showing all the signs of growing larger. Without waiting, he ran into the calm water with a deafening splash, followed by two naked Englishmen one of which, Wayne, sporting an erection.
We wallowed in the cooling sea until we were cool enough to begin splashing and pushing one another and one thing led to another. The 3 of us were stood facing one another, waist deep in the calm sea, wanking each other’s now very hard cocks. Out of the blue, Manuel said in a suggestive voice, you like to fuck me like chicken spit roasting on beach. Wayne and I looked at one another grinning and hauled Manuel up onto the beach, where for the next 10 minutes, Wayne thrust his hard cock into Manuels ass, while I thrust my hard cock into his mouth, all the while Manuel was groaning with pleasure and wanking his cock enthusiastically. We all began cumming at the same time, filling Manuels ass and mouth with a copious amount of spunk, as he shot his load onto my feet and legs. Totally spent, the 3 of us fell back into the sea to relax and clean off.
Getting back to the hotel, we left Manuel, after he had thanked us for a sexy time, to go to the staff rooms. It was gone midnight when we got up to our room. Not wanting to wake the others, we carefully put the key in the door and opened it slowly and crept into the hallway opposite the bathroom. As we closed the door, we couldn’t help noticing that a light was on around the corner, where the beds were hidden from our view, and we could hear some groaning noises which must have been them snoring.
We crept quietly towards the corner and the beds came into view. Fucking hell, said Wayne loudly, his eyes wide open, not believing what he was seeing. Steve and Chris were sat on the edge of their beds wanking, whilst sucking the hard cocks of the other two stood in front of them, and were now staring, equally wide eyed at us. Wayne looked at me in astonishment, did you know? he asked. No, I didn’t know, but remember, I did tell you you’d be surprised how many guys like red and white wine didn’t I, I said grinning.
El Fin.
Hope you liked this one as much as my other stories. Thumbs up or comments always appreciated in the thread.
R.
 |
