Azores. Born again?

Rob wasn't sure if he and Lana would be able to save their troubled marriage.

He and she had been married for eleven years and were both just over forty, childless and wealthy. Had their material security demanded too many sacrifices? They both worked full-time in responsible positions — with excellent earnings, but little free time, and they began to drift apart.

This fortnightly vacation in the Azores was supposed to save and mend their life as a couple. In order not to get caught up in the frenzy of crouching down suddenly, they had reached an agreement. Each of the two got their space by being able to romp around alone for two evenings of each of these two weeks.

Now, however, he was deadly bored sipping his Singapore Sling. On his "free" evening here at the bar of a nightclub.

This was well filled. Not so much that it caused anxiety. Rob's eyes wandered around. Desolation. Empty. Boring. He groaned annoyed inside. Then he might as well have could have stayed at the hotel.

He had actually hoped that this first vacation in a long time would spice up their sex life. Nada! Nothing between Lana and him.

He felt someone press his right shoulder briefly.

"Excuse me! Is the stool next to you occupied?“ A not unattractive man, about his age, wore jeans, a T-shirt and a three-day beard. He had black hair and the lighting sparkled in his dark eyes. His tanned skin seemed to glow from within.

"No. You can take a seat!” Rob eyed him and felt a wistful tug in his abdomen. That was his secret, which he never told Lana. He was bisexual. But he conformed to the supposedly old-fashioned ritual of matrimonial loyalty and had never betrayed Lana. Neither with men nor with women.

Without being conceited, he knew perfectly well that he was appealing with his deep sea-blue eyes and thick brown hair. However, he had always turned down explicit offers. A loyal husband who lived like a celibate monk.

“You're British like me. Or? My name is Ashley. I prefer to be called Ash though. I'm from Bath.”

"I'm pleased. Rob. From Birmingham.“

”Isn't this location just boring? Do you fancy a little trip to the beach? I just want to be able to have small talk with a fellow countryman.“

"OK! Why not? Is guaranteed to be more exciting than this nightclub.” Rob paid and they went to the beach. They talked about God, the Queen and the world.

Conveniently, Ash had two loungers right by the breaking waves.

Relaxed, they just lay there in harmony in silence and Rob admired the starry sky, which was not yet polluted by light. Suddenly Ash asked Rob a tremendous question.

"Well, has a man ever sucked your cock?" Rob felt like he had touched a bare electrical wire.

To answer yes spontaneously would be the truth. In darkrooms and gloryholes, before his marriage — a dozen times, for sure.

The alcohol must have clouded his senses, because he offered no resistance when Ash approached him. He knelt, spread Rob's legs, caressed him at that exquisitely strategic point. Man, his dick jumped full on it and was rock hard very quickly. He undid Rob's buttons, first the outer ones, then those of his boxer shorts. His bulging, throbbing sword rose straight up when he was freed by Ash.

"Actually ..." Rob whispered hoarsely.

"Yes I know. You told me about your deary wifey and you are not gay.“ Ash grinned sinister and licked the drops of pleasure from Rob's slit. Latter groaned with pleasure. Then he pushed Rob's glans into his moist, hot oral cavity.

He sucked, licked and nibbled. Inch by inch he sank Rob's throbbing erection towards the throat. Ash drooled and Rob's best piece got wetter and wetter, which was incredibly sensual.

Rob gasped and groaned under these overwhelming impressions. Oh! Ash was a masterful blowjob top. Rob took hold of his head and stroked its thick mane. His hips moved rhythmically as he pounded Ash's mouth. Ash's throat vibrated with a humming sound and he kept making grunting noises about how it turned him on.

Smacking noises mixed with Rob's heavy breathing. That was so awesome. Above all, having sex with a guy again. And also, when Ash played teasingly with Rob's frenulum at the beginning, a wild tongue tango. He felt his balls contract.

"Ash — I'll be cumming any moment!" However, his giver did not stop sliding up and down on his shaft and sucking until the point of no return carried Rob over the cliff. He literally exploded into Ash's throat and Ash eagerly swallowed every single drop of his cocktail.

He went limp and Ash pulled Rob's cock out of his mouth, delighted. He grinned at him.

”You owe me a favour, don't you? My straight guy! See you tomorrow!“ He strolled away without looking back.

Amazed and still overwhelmed and speechless as well, Rob put his cock back into his clothes, got up and went to the hotel.

When he entered with his key card, Lana was already asleep and it seemed as if a frosty aura prevailed.

On the one hand he felt guilty towards her, on the other hand he smiled animatedly at the prospect of seeing Ash again. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. What happens in the Azores stays in the Azores, right? Far from England?

* * *

Rob and Ash met by sheer coincidence the next morning.

Lana, more ill-tempered than ever, preferred to make extensive use of the wellness area while Rob lounged by the pool. Boredom 5.0.

He was staring into nothingness when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hi, Rob!" The person addressed looked up in surprise. Ash stood across from him in swimming trunks. Rob also wore nothing but this garment.

”Ash! You here? Do you stay at this hotel as well?“

”No, in another. But my sister is quartered here and invited me to come over. My hotel is much cheaper and doesn't have a pool. I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity.“ Yes, he had obviously swum. The water still pearled in lascivious drops over his supple, velvety body. His wet hair made him look daring and his chest was hairy.

Inevitably, Rob's gaze followed the hairline southwards, which was then hidden by the fabric. Involuntarily he licked his lips and felt a tingling sensation in his loins.

"Oho!" smiled Ash. "You still owe me a favour and you obviously want to do it."

Rob's penis swelled. He'd nibbled on cocks, too, half a dozen times.

”Come on, Rob! We go to the men's room.“ Rob got up, as if dazed and intoxicated at the same time by the liquid glow of lust that flowed through his veins.

"I was pretty drunk last night!" Rob said nervously as he followed him. His tail throbbed like a fool.

"Surely! Do you feel regret?” He looked over his left shoulder at Rob and his face showed a mocking expression.

"No! No! Not at all! I really enjoyed it! But I'm not gay!“ Rob assured him.

"Yes!" Ash grinned cryptically. They had arrived in the men's room and he vigorously pulled Rob into a cubicle. He locked them up. Nobody was there but them. Rob's heart was beating fast and his pulse was racing. He was a little scared because Ash was still a stranger to him.

"Do you swallow?" Ash wanted to know. Rob blinked in amazement and his mouth fell open and closed again.

"How come ...?" started Rob. Ash interrupted him brusquely.

"I need to know when I'm going to penetrate your mouth," he said simply. Rob's boner made an enthusiastic skip and his mouth watered. Nevertheless he lost his courage, although the lust raged in him.

"I don't really want to ... Though I owe you a counterfavour, but ..." He paused as Ash released his stake. And this was already extremely stiff. Rob sighed deeply. He wanted to be fucked in his throat by this magnificent member.

”Make up your mind!“ Ash demanded impatiently. His cock was risen up high and twitched every now and then. The dewy juice of joy was already running down his length. Rob smelled the scent of musk and the distinctive masculinity of Ash. He took out his own saluting tail and knelt in front of Ash. He embraced his root with his left hand and sucked in its crown. Ash purred, moaned, and cooed.

”What an obedient boy you are! Yes, you are my boy!“ Ash let the words roll off his lips. Rob licked up every single drop of arousal. He enjoyed the aroma very much. He jerked himself with his right hand.

His pacific blue eyes, cloudy with pleasure, looked up at Ash. This submissive position made his cock pulsate even more. He checked Ash's expression to see if his actions were getting through. Ash gripped Rob's head gently and pushed it up and down on his member.

Rob accepted this leadership. He worked hard with his tongue to arouse him extremely and sucked intensely. He rubbed himself harder as he did so.

Ash accelerated and started pushing into Rob. Profound. The saliva ran in copious amounts from Rob's mouth, flooded his chin, dripped onto his bare chest, flooded Ash's penis. He choked and gasped when Ash practiced deepthroat on him.

Mercilessly he got hooked in Rob's hair and was dragging him up and down his baton. Rob's eyes were watering profusely. Ash gasped and grunted. Rob felt incredibly dirty and exploited, but despite the unpleasant side effects, that whipped him up and he didn't stop Ash.

He groaned himself as he squirted his slippery semen into his masturbating hand.

”Well, my horny bitch! How do you like that your mouth is stuffed by my cock? You are excellent!“ He swelled even more, then he pulsed his hot sperm down Rob's throat, who swallowed willingly. Then he pulled his soft, flaccid penis out of Rob's mouth with a plopping, smacking sound.

Rob gasped for air. His lower jaw, chin, parts of his neck and chest were wet from his saliva. Ash repacked his still-dripping tail.

"See you in the same nightclub tonight," Ash asked, rather casually.

"Yes why not?" replied Rob, breathing calmer again. Ash patted his right shoulder.

”So long!“ Ash unlocked the door and left. Rob quickly put his swimming trunks back on and washed himself as best he could at the sink. He didn't rinse his mouth because he enjoyed Ash's aftertaste on his buds.

He saw in the mirror that there was still some of Ash's sperm stuck to the left corner of his mouth and greedily licked it away, then sighed deeply. Let's see what to expect tonight.

* * *

Rob really wondered what he was doing here. He frolicked at the nightclub bar. His mind had probably gone diving and he was only thinking with his tail.

Granted, he was acting unreasonably. And Ash was an absolute egomaniac. But their two previous téte a tétes had been so hot and exciting. His throat and mouth still felt sore, but tolerable.

He just couldn't get enough of that masculine taste and was blessed when Ash exploded inside him. He'd also enjoyed being treated roughly — manhandled.

Nevertheless, he found himself at odds with integrating this bisexuality into his life with open arms.

In any case, he had realized that his marriage was over. He planned to tell Lana after this vacation that this farce no longer made sense. The way she acted, also non-verbally, she seemed to be heading for the same decision. Good this way! On the other hand, she never needed to find out about his two-pronged predilection.

She wasn't homophobic, but in some ways quite old-fashioned. Despite everything, he didn't want to hurt her.

Ash came over and gave him a scratchy kiss on the cheek. The little tyrant in the south appreciated this touch. Rob took a sip of his whisky, but Ash didn't order anything. He spoke bluntly to Rob.

"Today I want to fuck you, Rob!" Rob understood, but believed he had misheard.

"What?" he replied in consternation. Ash grinned.

"Dig into you, through the cold kitchen, in Greek, f-u-c-k you!" he whispered into his ear and licked his earlobe. On the one hand, life was stirring down there, but at the same time there was a wrestling match with his ratio.

"You're crazy! I'm leaving now! Goodbye forever!" said Rob coldly to Ash. He rushed out. Ash followed.

“Admit it that you want to feel me inside you! You can't run away. Otherwise your female will find out about your gay adventures even though you are not gay at all!” Ash smiled smugly. “Would you like the cocksucker label? Then your wife won't even touch you with the pliers the way, as I estimate by her behaviour. Because I saw her! Have seen you!” he commented on Rob's astonished expression. Rob hesitated. Torn between indignation at being blackmailed, but also his exponentially increasing horniness.

“So Rob, let me fuck you. Then we can finally say cheerio. Rob thought feverishly. Tomorrow would be her departure.

"All right then!" Rob gave himself up, with a seething feeling of fearful anticipation in his stomach. And in his tail.

Ash brought them back to their loungers. No one was far and wide in the moonlit loneliness here at night but them.

Ash was undressed faster and was playing with his hard cock. Rob also took off his clothes. Such a big thing! It would certainly cause him pain if Ash penetrated him. He thought, slightly worried.

"Do you have lubricant with you?" he wanted to know from Ash.

”A sachet, yes. That's quite enough.“ Now Rob was stark naked. His dick rose like a tower. Ash's eyes rested on this one.

"Ah! I see that you can hardly wait! Come on! On the lounger with you, back towards me, ass up into the air! I will fuck you sore! Deflower you!” Ash grinned lusciously.

The fear Rob felt was an aphrodisiac for his lust. It pulsed and throbbed, and was already dripping a lot. He obeyed and took this position.

Ash got on his knees, pulled his cheeks apart and licked his rosette devotedly. Rob groaned, throaty and was shuddering. He had never felt that before! Sensational! The excitement raced through his body. But he had never experienced anal sex also.

He heard Ash tear open the sachet and then he put two slippery fingers inside Robs hole to distribute it. He widened it and also touched his prostate, Rob breathing faster and faster, panting and groaning. His boner twitched.

Ash's acorn rubbed his entrance. A deep purring grunt escaped Rob. Ash's penis was nice and slippery too.

"Aha! You little bitch can't wait to get fucked!“ Ash mocked. Groaning, he pushed one inch at a time into Rob's bottom. His sphincter muscle initially offered some resistance, which was not entirely pleasant.

Ash grabbed Rob's waist. He sank into him until Rob was completely impaled. Now it just felt hot tingling for him to let this hot magic flute play on his keyboard.

"For this reason I am passionately top!" Ash whispered. ”Because the ass is so tight. Aah! Your damp heat, Rob!“

It seemed that Rob's sphincter and Ash's scepter twitched in sync. His thick, hot, wet, big cock filled him completely. He needed that. To be banged hard. He started thrusting Rob hard and at high frequency. His pubic bone and balls collided with Rob's bum, which gave him an extra boost.

It didn't hurt, it burned slightly, but the immense friction and Ash's growling groan made Rob hard as steel and stay that way.

Ash pulled himself out of him almost completely, varied the pace, pushed hard into him again, so that Rob cried out with relish. Then he moved slowly back and forth, then hammered manically into him. He held Rob tightly so that he couldn't slip away.

He heard Ash's heavy, choppy breathing as he grunted and groaned. He thought he was about to go up in flames and become ashes. He grabbed Rob's wildly twitching tail and massaged it vigorously.

"Yes, you need to be abused more often!" hissed Ash.

The boiling point was almost reached. His anus twitched wildly, twitching and twitching rhythmically around Ash's wand. Rob squirted his protein shake into Ash's hand, screaming. Ash seemed to grow inside him even more. Howling, he pulsed his glowing milk cream into him. Rob sank down on the lounger, shaking powerlessly in the grip of post-orgasm.

Ash withdrew from Rob. He dressed without saying a word and left silently. Great! Rob thought.

A horrible shock ran through him. In the intoxication, he hadn't paid attention to whether Ash had used a condom. He didn't. Fear crept up inside him.

He could feel very clearly how Ash's wet, sticky, viscous greeting of the Passion ran out of his body, onto his scrotum and the back of his thighs.

That was also a premiere for Rob. But he found this very stimulating. In spite of everything. He smelled Ash everywhere and his own scent. Anyone who sniffed him now would know that he was fucked by a man.

He cursed himself for his carelessness. Post-exposure prophylaxis, HIV testing, and screening for other STDs. Oh, serene! Tomorrow after his return he would have a lot to do. It was good that he knew someone so that it could be done quickly and discreetly.

He was pleasantly sore, but still felt good. He calmly dressed again. He loved it, on the way to the hotel and determined to announce the breakup to Lana, that his boxer shorts were gradually becoming soaked with Ash's juice.

And if this vacation doesn't have any nasty long-term consequences, these would be the best reminiscences of his life.