Sam & Troy Do Greek 2
Chapter 7
“Shit, I’ve just thought, what do we charge these guys, it’s just occurred to me we haven’t gone live with the fucking website yet, we were waiting to sort the prices out weren’t we” “Christ yeah, I’d forgotten all about it once we’d sorted the site, I’ll go get the laptop and we can do it now” said Troy, getting up scratching his balls. Half an hour or so later, we had the website up and running just as the minibus came into the parking area in a cloud of dust and screeching brakes, as Luca, driving, crossed his imaginary finishing line of the Monte Carlo rally.
Clambering out, Jan and Rob looking rather shell shocked having never participated in a car rally before, let alone in a fucking minibus driven by an over enthusiastic would be Colin McRae. They came over to the terrace and flopped down into the chairs, their t shirts decorated with patches of sweat from the heat and no doubt fear. Luca and Niko went to the kitchen to get revival drinks, neither of them showing any sweaty signs of stress or fear, while Troy and I explained about our unexpected gusts. “ That shouldn’t be a problem I’ll pop down and have a word, tell them what’s what and our informal way of doing things, only.. have you two sorted out the pricings yet?” asked Sven, flapping his blue uniform polo shirt trying to cool down. “Sort of…” I replied sheepishly, knowing Troy and I should have thought this through much earlier and for far longer than we had. “Tell them it will be 200 euros for the one night to include dinner and breakfast, 50 euros each sounds reasonable….I think” said Troy, looking at me for agreement. Sven went off to find our Germanic guests whilst Rob and Jan gave us a run down on their days entertainment from the team, Luca and Niko went back to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal, Dimi and Alex to check the cottages for our would be additional guests.
“Very interesting day” said Jan grinning, “Your lads did you proud and fuck they’re randy little fuckers aren’t they” added Rob. “Gave us a detailed tour, stopped in to see Sven’s parents, lovely couple…bit new age…he’s a talented artist and let us have a daub, she showed us her oil massage stuff and gave us both a quick demo, fucking good job it was only a taster, I was getting a stiffy within seconds of feeling her hands rubbing across my stomach, you were too weren’t you Rob” laughed Jan, squeezing Robs bulge in his shorts. “We ended up on this small, secluded beach after scrabbling down this fucking scary cliff path and had lunch, followed by a skinny dip” Rob gushed. “ Followed by?…..” asked Troy grinning. “Oh yeah the randy sods grabbed us both and took turns spit roasting us on the shoreline, ankle deep in the sea.” “Christ they were fucking good and we felt all five of their lovely hard cocks up our ass as well as in our gobs, between us we must have swallowed, or at least it felt like, a gallon of spunk” chuckle Jan. “Finished us both off with the most fantastic blow jobs, rimming and bollock sucking, finally wanking us to leg shaking ejaculations, which must have shot a couple a feet at least, across the sand” sighed Rob, squeezing his bollocks.
Jan came strolling up the beach looking it bit perplexed, “Everything alright?” I asked thinking there was a problem. “Oh yeah all good, happy with the price, they’re staying just the one night, maybe one more when they’ve finished their exploration of the island, looking for fossils apparently or that sort of thing, not too sure, my German is ok but didn’t understand all of what they were going on about….but…there’s something not quite right about the two women….can’t put my finger on it…but there’s something.” he mumbled frowning. “Perhaps if you manage to put your finger or fingers even, on it you might find out” laughed Troy.
We went through the website with Sven, both Jan and Rob showing some interest too, especially as already we’d had a couple of queries about dates. Rob suggested incorporating a self- booking calendar page and went to another table with Sven to set that up which he knew, for some reason how to do, “Perhaps the Police have them for prison cells?” joked Troy looking at Jan, who just shrugged his shoulders, “all fucking white mans magic to me” he said with a grimace. Luca and Niko came out of the kitchen wearing the sexy aprons, their lovely, tanned asses tantalisingly visible between the rear two sides of the material, asking us to leave as they wanted to set up the dining area for tonight’s meal at 7, which was to be their run through for when we opened. Niko went off down to the beach to inform the fossil guys, as he called them, Sven went off with Jan and Rob to their cottage to finish what they were doing, although by the look in Jan’s eye it wasn’t the only thing they’d be finishing, whilst Troy and I decided a nap before dinner would be a luxury we hadn’t yet had, Alex and Dimi had been sorting the accommodation but were now nowhere to be seen.
Our cottage was cool and inviting now everything had been completed and looked so much more spacious, I stood at the end of the bed thinking just how good a nap would be when Troy grabbed me from behind, immediately I felt his stiff cock being nuzzled into my bum cheeks, as his mouth began sucking on the back of my neck, so much for a nap I thought, feeling my cock stirring…….
Thank you for all the encouraging comments, much appreciated.
R😊
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