From my hotel balcony I looked out to the sea and the beach in Sitges. It was late afternoon in May and I was on my own. My fiancée should have been with me but a week ago she had told me that our relationship would not work and that she would not be coming on holiday with. The engagement was off.
So, here I was alone and feeling sorry for myself. I needed a drink and made my way down to the terrace bar in front of the hotel. Only one table was free and I ordered a glass of white wine at the bar and sat down. Looking around, I could see that I was the only person on his own there. Two guys were sitting at the table next to me, both in their thirties or early forties I guessed. I sensed that they were aware of me and after a few minutes one of them spoke to me. ‘Hi. On your own?’
I explained my situation and they invited me to join them. Although neither of them was in any way camp, I sensed that they were probably gay. And, I knew that Sitges was a destination for gays. Their names were David and Patrick and this was their third visit to Sitges. I told them that this was my first time. After a slight pause David said ‘Oh, you mean first time here. ’ I think he might have been tempted to add ‘Well, there’s a first time for everything’. But he didn’t.
Anyway, our conversation rolled along amicably and I was glad of their company. We were there for about an hour and then they told me that they were off to shower and then added that they would be heading off to some of the town’s bars later and that I would be welcome to join them.
So, I met them in the hotel reception at 8pm and off we went.
I suppose that I should have anticipated that we would be going to gay bars. The first was quiet and relaxed, guys chatting amicably, quite a few on their own and looking around, clearly hoping for company. In contrast to the afternoon, David and Patrick were more touchy feely and several times I felt one of their hands on my thigh, just slight touches but with a hint of familiarity.
On a table in a corner I saw two guys kissing each other. It was more romantic than sexual. Patrick noticed me looking and said ‘We should have told you that this was a gay bar’ and, again, he put his hand on my thigh but this time he left it there for a while and smiled at me. For the first time in my life, I felt the beginnings of arousal at a man’s touch. I think he sensed it.
We were in that bar for an hour. David and Patrick gradually becoming more open about their relationship, touching each other often and, once briefly, I am sure David let his hand touch Patrick’s crotch. Observing that definitely had its effect on me. My cock stirred.
Then we were off to another bar. This one was much livelier. It was on two levels. The main drinking area on the ground floor and a music and dancing area downstairs. And the atmosphere was sexual. Guys were openly stroking and fondling each other. And, now I sensed that David and Patrick had more than just a social interest in me. I was sat between them, our thighs in contact.
David made the first move. He put his hand on my thigh and moved it along a few inches. ‘If you are uncomfortable with this, just let us know.’ I said nothing but ever so slightly opened my thighs. He took that as a green light and moved his hand up until it brushed my cock.
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