I ended up staying the night in their room and, of course, in between them in their bed.
After another hour or so of fondling and fingering, first Ian, then me and Mark fell asleep.
I drifted into consciousness and realised that I was laying with my back to Ian and he was gently spooning me, his cock rubbing between my buttocks, brushing against my anus.
Mark was still asleep.
Without a word I pushed back against Ian, and reached behind and pulled my cheeks apart.
His cock entered me with ease and he buggered me slowly for what seemed like ages. I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips on my earlobes.
His hands and fingers were playing with my nipples and cock.
I enjoyed twenty minutes of exquisite gentle pleasure until eventually, without much speeding up, he came inside me again.
A few minutes later he slid out of bed to use the toilet.
I walked over to one of the windows, pulled back the curtains and looked at the view across to the castle.
I leant against one of the sofas, hands on the back.
I could hear the shower running and assumed Ian was in it.
Then, I was aware of Mark behind me.
‘Don’t move’ he said and he slapped me lightly on my bottom and with one hand on my neck again, reminding me of how he took me last night, he pushed two or three fingers of his other hand inside my bum.
He then replaced them with his cock.
And then he buggered me quickly with none of the gentleness of Ian.
This was another firm rough fuck, in silence, rapid thrusting.
He did not take long and after he came inside me, he continued with three or four deep penetrating thrusts, gripping my hips and then finally staying for a few minutes inside me.
When he finally withdrew, he turned me round and kissed me fully on the lips, almost tenderly in contrast to the almost brutal way he had buggered me last night.
After that I felt the need to return to my room.
I didn’t see them at breakfast
Nor were they at dinner that evening
But I did see them in the bar and they were talking to two lads, both of them a couple of years older than me and from the familiar way Ian’s and Mark’s hands were touching them, it was clear that they were in for a similar night to mine.
And that was the last I saw of Ian and Mike.
Our paths did not cross over the rest of the weekend
I was disappointed of course but now, in retrospect, I am grateful for the life changing experience of that night |
