European Summer

Croatia continued

Authors note: Thank you all for the comments and feedback on my first two chapters. As a novice writer I really appreciate it – please keep the comments and emails coming, it will only help improve my stories. After writing this chapter, I have decided to streamline the story aspects while still bringing stunning locations to life. I feel a focus on the hot men along the journey is the way to go, rather than focusing on a lot of dialogue. I hope you can hang in there and continue to enjoy!

Spending the day at Lake Jarun was a perfect relaxing Sunday. After Luka left my apartment in the morning, I packed my beach towel, book, phone and some sunscreen. Due to my fair complexion, I was going to have to build up a tan slowly. I invited my cousin Daniela to join me for the day but she declined. She wasn’t really interest to travelling to Zagreb on Sunday. She makes the commute every weekday for work. I enjoyed the day and evening on my own, having an early night as I wanted to pick up the rental car at 7am the following morning and make my way down to Dubrovnik.

The drive down to Dubrovnik was uneventful and leisurely. Just me, the open highway and pumping the local Croatian tunes from the radio. Only the start of the trip was stressful. It always is driving through city streets on the opposite side of the road to what I’m used to. The last few hours of the trip are also more interesting than the open highway driving. The highway doesn’t extend all the way down to Dubrovnik, having to make your way down to the coastline for a beautiful scenic drive to the southern most parts of Croatia. Even the border crossing in and out of Bosnia and Hercegovina along the coast was quick and painless.

I reach the Rixos resort by 3.30pm that day and check in. I’ve been here once before, two years ago, but only spent the day lounging at the resort and swimming in the pristine waters of the Adriatic Sea. I had such a great day that I vowed to stay at the resort next time I visited.

The resort is beautiful. It’s a multi-story hotel which appears to be at sea level as you enter through the main entrance, but once you make your way out the pool, sun deck and restaurant area, you find yourself atop a cliff, looking out and down at the sea. Cleverly, the resort has built stairs and railings of two flights down to a natural rock platform so you can dive out into the sea. The location is what does it for me. It’s a few kilometres away from the Old Town of Dubrovnik which is exactly what I’m after.

After settling into my room, I decide it’s time to hit the sun deck and take in the afternoon sun. I change into my speedo and throw on shorts and a t-shirt and make my way down. I spend the rest of the afternoon taking in the rays and traversing the stairs whenever I needed to cool down for a quick dip in the sea. I had a light dinner at the resort restaurant on my own before calling in an early night. I could feel the effects of the eight hour drive.

An early morning breakfast followed by a day lounging in the sun was planned. I have no intention of heading into the beautiful Old Town during the day. As stunning as Old Town Dubrovnik is, the thousands and thousands of tourists descending on the fortified city originally designed to home a few hundred people can get super chaotic.

Nothing however makes me feel more like a solo traveller than when I hit the sun deck. All the sun beds are arranged in pairs with a small round table between them as well as a large umbrella. They’re always designed for two people. I find an available pair of lounges in the second row and claim it for the rest of the day. I arrange the fresh beach towel on the sun bed and remove my shorts and t-shirt and settle in for the day. Applying tanning oil to my own back also reminds me of my solo traveller status. I clumsily lather up my back with the oil, then move to the rest of body, which is a lot easier.

Day two in Dubrovnik is sorted. Another day of sunbaking, swimming in the sea and really getting stuck into my book. I have a light lunch at the resort restaurant on the terrace, before making my way back to my sun bed. A cute attendant helps me to open up the large sun umbrella – I don’t want to burn during the hottest part of the day.  A couple of hours later, I’m totally engrossed in my book, the main character Robert Landon is solving clues and scurrying around Rome when I hear someone ask “Is this sun bed free?”

“Yes it is” I instinctively reply before lowering my book to look at the man asking me. I suddenly freeze when I get a look at the absolute hunk. I’m so glad I responded to his question before I saw him, otherwise I would have looked like a total moron unable to respond. I calm myself down and take a generous sip of my cocktail while he settles his belongings on the table between our sun beds. I don’t usually have any problems talking to men, even very attractive men, but this guy has taken my breath away. I just need a few minutes to compose myself.

I don’t specifically have a ‘type’ of guy who I am only attracted to. Most men have some qualities that I find attractive, but if I did have a ‘type’, it would be this man. He looks a little taller than me, I’d guess six foot, or 6’1, maybe a few years older – mid 30’s max, dark short cropped hair at the back and sides, only a little longer on the top. Large piercing green eyes and beautiful full lips. He is clean shaven, but I can tell he would grow an impressive thick beard if he let it grow out.

His body however, is perfection in my eyes. He is a solid stocky man. Not overweight, and he doesn’t look like he spends hours in the gym every day, but just a naturally solid thick man. The kind of man you want to hold onto for dear life. His forearms and legs below his shorts are covered in thick hair. Not gorilla hairy, but thick dense and manly. It’s the calves that really get my attention. There is something about a man’s calves that always gets my attention. Especially if they are big and meaty. What can I say, I must be a leg man. His big solid meaty calves are making me drool. His physique is perfect. I can imagine him tearing it up out on a rugby field.

“Do you mind if I lower the umbrella?” he asks. “Ah… not at all” I manage to respond. He effortlessly closes the umbrella and starts to shed his t-shirt and tight shorts. That’s when I see the rest of his perfection. Nice solid upper body. He is solid and firm, with defined muscles, but not bulging. His pecs and biceps are nicely rounded and his stomach is nice and tight leading to a slightly smaller, but thick waist, all covered in glorious dark hair. As he slides off his shorts, I notice the two large mounds that make up his butt and equally thick and powerful quads and hamstrings. The noticeable bulge in the front of his black speedo completes the look. I don’t want to hungrily stare at this hunky beast so I return to my book to distract myself and calm down. I need just a few minutes to get over the perfection.

I steal glances at his magnificence during the rest of the afternoon. While he’s sunbaking and as he goes for a swim then returns to his sun bed.  This man is my porn perfection, more accurately my massage porn perfection. He’s the kind of guy I’d love to get on a massage table, oil him up, touch, rub and taste him from head to toe before having my way with him.

Going down for a final swim for the afternoon, I swim out the boarder of the swimming area marked by a rope line with small buoys. I throw my arms over the rope line and float enjoying the late afternoon sun. I see the hot guy descend the stairs, dive off the platform and swim towards my direction. Once he gets to the rope perimeter next to me, he introduces himself as Jakub. We have a chat out in the water and I find him easy to talk to, a little bit charming and interesting. I also find it easy to talk to him. My initial shock at his physical appearance is now under control and can carry on a normal conversation, but damn, he’s still a feast for the eyes. After a few pleasantries and small talk, we swim back towards the cliffs and make our way back to our sun beds.

Jakub mentions he plans to head into the Old Town to see some of the major sights and plans to have dinner. Noticing that we are both travelling solo, he asks if I’d like to join him. Naturally I accept. I suggest getting into the Old Town a couple of hours before sunset. There will be less tourists. We could probably get a chance to walk along the fort walls then maybe take the cable car to the top of Mount Srd for a panoramic view of Dubrovnik. Jakub likes the idea and we part ways to freshen up and agree to meet in the lobby at 6pm.

It takes us slightly less than the recommended 2 hours to walk the fort walls of Dubrovnik. The stark off-white stone buildings with terracotta orange tiled roofs below us are a complete contrast to the magnificent blue sea, dotted with small islands to the other side of the wall. After the wall walk, we exit the city gates and take the cable car to the top of the mountain. We’ve timed our visit perfectly. The hustle and bustle of tourists has died down and we get to the top of the mountain while the sun slowly sets towards the horizon. The view is magnificent.  The Old Town directly below and the beautiful blue water scattered with islands as far as the eye can see.

Jakub is in awe of the view and mentions he has never seen anything more beautiful. I agree with him. The view is stunning. We find a table and take a seat on a large terrace and take in the view. We share a bottle of local white wine as we sit and stare into the open space. I point out a larger island about half a kilometer to the left of the Old Town. I tell Jakub it’s named Lokrum Island. It’s predominantly a national park, but it has beautiful beaches and even a nudist beach if that tickles his fancy. He says it’s not really his thing, but he may check it out if he finds the time. We head back to the Old Town for some dinner after we finish our wine.

Walking through Old Town itself is beautiful. The juxtaposition between the wide main streets and large squares with the extremely narrow streets that lead up towards the outer fort walls are truly impressive. Every time I look up one of the narrow streets I find myself smiling. Jakub notices too and asks what interests me about these streets. I just love how narrow the streets are with the steps that lead up towards the outside wall. I also love how the locals hang their washing between the buildings for all to see. Looking at these narrow streets also reminds me of the story my friend Emma told me. In one of these very narrow streets is where she lost her virginity. Jakub chuckles at my retelling of Emma’s story.

We eventually find a restaurant we’re both happy with and order another bottle of local white wine and some food from the menu. The evening continues to be great. The food is great, the wine delicious and the company if wonderful. Jakub is easy to talk to and our conversation flows well. I tell him about my travel plans, or lack thereof, considering I have a further 7 weeks to fill in. Jakub tells me he is in Dubrovnik for a week. He’s taking a break to get away from his generally busy life. He owns a restaurant in Prague, Czech Republic.

He confides that he just needed to get away from home to contemplate and make sense of his life. A few months ago, he split up with his partner. He understands it was the right decision to break up but being so busy with work together with looking for another location to open another restaurant, he never really took the time to process the break up, or evaluate what’s next for him personally.

After dinner we return to the resort and call it a night. We both had planned to spend the next day at the resort, pretty much repeating our day. We said goodnight and went our separate ways. The following morning I get up a little later than I would have liked. I still have time to make my way downstairs and out to the restaurant get a quick breakfast. After a quick bite and a morning coffee, I notice that most of the sun lounges are already taken. I take a look around to see if there are any vacant. I notice Jakub in a lounge in the front row. He must have got there early. He has headphones in his ears and I notice his beautiful body is glistening in the sun. He must have lathered on the suntan oil and enjoying the warm morning sun.

I walk over to say hi, when I notice there is already a towel laid out on the sun bed next to him. How disappointing. I say good morning when I reach him and mention he must have woke up early. He tells me he was up quite early and reserved his spot for the day. He’s also reserved a spot for me by laying out the folded towel at the foot of the lounge. I thank him for being so kind. I was worried I wasn’t going to find a spot for the day. I return to my room to change into my speedo and collect my book, phone and tanning oil and make my way back to the sun deck.

Jakub looks content listening away to music with his eyes closed as I set out my belongings and take off my t-shirt and shorts. Once again we are both in black speedos. I get comfortable on the lounge and start to apply tanning oil to my body. Starting at my legs, then stomach and chest followed by my arms. Once again I sneak glances at Jakub’s beautiful hairy thick body. When I think about it, we actually have similar body shapes, generally we both have a stocky build, but he is just larger and taller overall. Mine is a little smaller overall and definitely not has hairy. My chest and stomach are naturally hairless with the odd wayward hair around my nipples which I pluck out. A light snail trail leads from my belly button down to my pubes.

I like to stay in shape by playing tennis, swimming and cycling. I have a road bike and a mountain bike at home. I detest going to the gym. I can’t get into working out in one room focusing on specific muscles. I prefer to stay generally active by being out and about doing different activities.

Jakub takes out his headphones and generously offers to apply lotion to my back, on the proviso I return the favor and do his. ‘HELL YES’ I think to myself. This would be my massage fantasy slowly coming to life. He oils up by back and rubs it in firmly from my neck all the way to the top of my firm round butt at the speedo line. The feeling of his hands touching my body feels amazing, but it certainly isn’t sexual. I repeat the process on his back, trying very hard to keep it non sexual. Just two men oiling each other up for a day in the sun.

The remainder of the day was much as the same as the previous. There was a comfortable silence between Jakub and myself. Giving each other space to relax and enjoy the warm weather. We had small conversations here and there and we went down for a swim twice at the same time, but otherwise we were both solo travelers. I know that Jakub was on vacation to contemplate his life, so I certainly didn’t want to interrupt him too much.

Jacob spent a bit of time on his phone after we grabbed a quick lunch at the resort restaurant, while I focused on reading my book. At one point Jakub asks if I have any plans for dinner tonight. I haven’t made any plans. He asks me to join him. He has a Croatian friend who is a fellow restaurateur with a restaurant at the bottom of a private hotel about 10 or 15 kilometers north of Dubrovnik. He had plans to meet his friend, but would enjoy the extra company as his friend would probably need to be checking up on the dinner service through the night. I agree to join him and arrange to meet in the resort lobby at 7pm – in a few hours. We spent the rest of the day once again without saying much to each other and individually going down for a swim when either of us needed to cool down.

We meet downstairs at 7pm, and damn, Jacob also looks hot in a shirt and chino pants. The pants particularly hugging his big round butt, and thick thighs. I gaze down to check out the claves and they are beautifully stretching out the bottom of his pants. I offer to drive us to the restaurant. Jakub mentions that he was looking forward to having a few drinks tonight, and that if I was join in, it would be better to get an Uber rather than worrying about driving. Jakub ordered the Uber which arrived in a few minutes.

During the drive, Jakub explains that the restaurant doesn’t have a set menu. It’s located on the shore line of a private secluded inlet of the Adriatic Sea. His friend buys whatever the local fishermen bring in from their early morning catch, and that’s what’s on offer that day. I’m absolutely looking forward to fresh seafood. We enter the restaurant and Jakub’s friend immediately sees him and walks excitedly towards us. They embrace each other and mention how great it is to see each other and that it has been far too long. Jacob introduces me as a friend Tomi from the resort and his friend to me as his long term friend and fellow restaurant owner Ivan. Ivan shows us to a table set up for 4 people on the terrace, only a few meters away from the water’s edge.

We initially decide on some local white wine which Ivan brings to us then sits down to join us. Jakub and Ivan excitedly catch each other up on what’s happening with their lives, mainly discussing the restaurant business as I listen and enjoy the wine. After a good 10 minutes or so, Ivan turns his attention to both of us and explains that all the seafood is local and fresh from the sea this morning. All other produce is from the local farmer’s markets. They focus on good quality local produce and cook it very traditionally. Just simple good quality food, not pretentious at all. All the seafood is grilled over an open wood fire and pretty much drenched in an olive oil, lemon juice, garlic and parsley mixture. He mentioned if we don’t like seafood or garlic we’re in the wrong place. That bought out a small laugh from Jakub and myself. We were both excited about the seafood. For entrée Ivan suggests we should definitely try the mussels in a white wine and garlic sauce to share, then rattled off the available seafood for a main course. We agreed to share the mussels and I choose the grilled squid and Jakub some sort of a local fish for our mains.

The evening was absolutely wonderful. The food was fantastic, Ivan kept the wine flowing all night, he even bought out a few rounds of shots of a local plum brandy. We were all totally relaxed and had a great night. Jakub and Ivan dominated the discussion all night. Two excited friends catching up. I was happy to sit back and either listen to the conversation or focus on the sounds of the soft waves gently crashing along the pebbled beach. I joined in whenever the conversation became more general or when Ivan was off taking care of the service and chatting to other customers. The night flew by and I enjoyed the upbeat mood.

Ivan bought us another bottle of wine when I realized we were the last people remaining. The place had quietened down and only the service staff could be heard having a few drinks and cleaning up for the night. The night air was so warm, and I’m pretty sure I felt even warmer from all the wine and plum brandy. I wasn’t drunk, but certainly tipsy. Ivan left us for a moment then returned with three more shots and placed a pile of folded towels on the empty seat at our table. Ivan raised his shot glass and made a toast “Cheers to a wonderful night with old and new friends”. The three of us tapped our shot glasses together and skulled the shot. “Now we swim”. Ivan kicked off his shoes and socks and headed to the pebble beach with all the towels.

Jakub and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and followed Ivan down to the beach. By the time we got to beach, Ivan was already undressed and wading through the water. His white bare ass glowing in the moonlight. Jakub and I followed Ivan’s lead and stripped out of our clothes and walked to the water, carefully. These pebble beaches seem a lot more dangerous than our white sandy beaches. I managed to get a quick glimpse of Jakub’s manhood as it swung from side to side against his burly thighs. A very thick and long cock, I’d guess somewhere between 5 and six inches while flaccid surrounded by a thick trimmed bush and low hanging balls. My own dick and balls hung a bit lower than normal. It must be the heat.

The water was so refreshing. Just enough to cool us down a little, but not cold. We must have been out in the water for 15 minutes, Jakub and Ivan still dominating the conversation. We decide to finish the last bottle of wine before we call it a night. We head back to the beach, grab a towel each and dry off. Jakub looks incredible. I want to touch and lick every part of his body. As he bends down to dry off his feet I get a view of that big ass, lightly hairy mounds of muscle, but it’s the hairy butt crack that gets darker towards his hole that steals my attention. I could dive right in there and feast for days.

We wrap the towels around our naked bodies, take our clothes and head back up to the terrace for our final drinks. Ivan points myself first and then Jakub to his office/store room to get changed and directs us to dump the towels in the laundry basket. Once we’re all back at the table fully dressed Jakub and I decide to call it a night. Jakub asks Ivan for the bill while I pull out my phone and order an Uber.  “Absolutely not, you are my guests tonight. I won’t hear about the bill!” Ivan exclaims. There is no point fighting with the Croat so we thank him profusely for a great night and his generosity before we leave.

On the Uber ride home, we are fairly quiet but briefly discuss our plans. Jakub plans to enjoy a relaxing holiday for the next 5 days and I mention that I plan to get an early breakfast then make my move up towards Zadar, picking up Emma from the airport on the way. The next morning, I pack my suitcase and load up the car. I check out and settle my bill and advise reception I’ll just have some breakfast then be on my way. Jakub meets me in the restaurant for breakfast and we thank each other for a nice couple of days. He asks if I have any plans to visit Prague. I didn’t have any plans to visit Prague. I really wanted to spend as much time as possible in summer beach locations. My plans to go to London and Scotland already swayed from the original idea. Being in land locked Czech Republic wasn’t on the cards. Jakub handed me his business card and told me to get in touch if I change my mind. We said our goodbyes and I was on the road again.

I timed the 3 hour drive perfectly to pick up Emma from the airport in Split then we drove the 2 hours to Zadar and checked into our apartment. It was a level 2 apartment on Kalelarga (the main pedestrian thoroughfare in the Old Town). It’s a simple but nicely furnished two bedroom apartment. Everything we needed for our 3 night stay.

Emma asked about how my holiday was going so far and gave her the update about my family in Zagreb and relaxing 3 nights in Dubrovnik. “What about boys, tell me about the boys!” Emma said. She was right into it. I told her about Luka in Zagreb and our 2 nights of sex. “Is that all?” she asks. “Yes, that’s all, I was looking forward to relaxing the first week before we become total floozies.” I replied. We both laughed. Firstly because we both knew that each of us was wanting to have a decent amount of no strings attached sex, and secondly, we both love using the word floozy to describe each other. I then mentioned the hunk of my dreams Jakub, but assured her nothing happened. “Well that’s disappointing” she said. She followed with “I plan to go out tonight and get one on the board.” I love her enthusiasm.

Even though Emma had just come in from a 20 hour plus flight, she was in high spirits and looking for some fun. We agreed to spend the mornings and afternoons of the next two days at some beachside location so she could recharge. I was totally on board.

In the evening we went to a local restaurant for some dinner then hit up a bar with a live band playing English pop hits from the 90’s and 2000’s. We found a table and ordered a couple of G&T’s when the waiter came over. He was a cute young thing. Mid twenties, 5’7, beach blonde hair that fell just above his shoulders and a nice tight little body. A real cure pocket rocket. He certainly wasn’t a twink, he was a cute surfer looking type.

As customary in Croatia we paid each bill as the drinks were delivered to our table, so the waiter was around quite a bit. It gave both Emma and I lots of opportunities to perve at him. After a couple of drinks, Emma and I hit the dance floor for a little boogie. Emma was in fine form. I think she was on a high after the long travel. She would certainly feel the effects in the morning. After a trip to the bathroom, I noticed Emma chatting to four guys over at a large booth. I went back to our table and Emma made her way back after a few minutes and we ordered another round of drinks. She gives me the highlights.

“Australian tourists!” She says. We both roll our eyes.

“Let me guess – bogan footy players?” I counter.

“How did you know?” Emma asks.

“Turn around and look at them darls” I say. She unashamedly whips her head around and looks at the boys.

“OK. It’s obvious. Mid twenties and pretty and they’re good looking” She says.

We chat and finish our drinks before she says, “I think we should join them.” I roll my eyes again and laugh. She knew I would not actually object. She would, and has done the same for me uncountable times. You should see her in a gay bar.

She leads the way to the Aussie blokes, as I follow I motion to our cute waiter that we are moving tables. He nods and gives me a smile. Once at the booth Emma pipes up “Hey guys, this is my friend Tomi and Tomi these boys are….” She has no idea.

The guys introduce themselves, but I wouldn’t remember their names. We both slide in on opposite ends of the booth and talk to guys closest to us. The cute waiter comes over and one of the guys orders a round of beers for themselves and 2 G&T’s for Emma and I. We continue chatting as we drink our drinks before Emma pulls one of the guys to the dance floor, another 2 head out and talk to some random chicks and I remain with the last of the guys.

There is nothing really notable about our conversation, but it’s pleasant. I fairly comfortable holding a conversation with anyone, but really, how interesting can a conversation be with an Aussie footy player. Once our group gets back together the cute waiter comes over and I get the next round of drinks. The waiter is on his game and simply asks “same round?” I give him a nod.

A few minutes later the waiter returns and hands the beers to the boys, then hands Emma her G&T and then finally mine. He hands me the bill and I pay it immediately. I notice a full shot glass on his tray and he picks it up and places it next to my G&T. “That’s from me” says the waiter and gives me a wink before he turns around and walk away. Emma and her dance partner saw the exchange, both smiling before Emma raise both arms in the air and give a “WHOOP WHOOP.” I roll my eyes for the third time that night and break out into laughter at Emma. She is going to feel these drinks tomorrow.

As the night goes on, we all keep switching places in the booth so that everyone has had a chance to speak to each other. It has turned into a great night and Emma is well on her way to scoring her first root for the trip. 20 minutes later the cute waiter returns with another round of drinks and hands them out. I didn’t see who ordered them but thanked the waiter. “These are on the house. You Australians really know how to drink.” We all thanked the waiter and as Emma was raising both arms into the air, I took hold of them and told her no need for another ‘Whoop Whoop’. The waiter turned to me and asked if he could join us as his shift for the night was over. “Absolutely” I replied. He returned his tray to the bar and came back over with his own cocktail. Everyone shifted around the booth and the waiter took a seat next to me.

It was hard to have a decent conversation because the music was pretty loud, but I managed to learn the waiter’s name was Marin, he’s originally from the area but now lives and works in Zagreb. He comes back home for the summer and works at the bar 5 nights a week. He gets the weekends off. As we are talking Marin is pretty handsy. He was either touching my arm as he spoke or rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. Looks like Emma wasn’t going to be the only one to score tonight. I matched Marin’s gestures and became a little handsy myself.

One of the footy boys ordered a round of drinks for the table from a new waiter. Once they were delivered and the bill paid, Emma turned to me and said this was her last drink. She was fairly tipsy but didn’t want to write herself off. I was happy to hear it, as I was ready to call it a night whenever she was ready. We’re both happy to go our separate ways when we want to, but I didn’t want to leave her by herself on the first night, so I was going to stay the course until she was ready. Whether or not she ended up back at our apartment.

Once we finished our final drinks, Emma signalled that she was ready to go. Marin and I shuffled out of the booth and Emma and her dance partner followed. Emma latched onto her partner and they both said their goodbyes to the other 3 guys. I also said goodbye to the three boys and thanked them for the drinks. I turned to Marin who was standing behind me and asked if he wanted to join me. He smiled at me and said he’d like that very much. He gave the three boys a wave and the four of us headed out the door. Emma latching onto her dance partner and Marin latching on to me.

The four of us walked to our apartment and once upstairs, Emma went directly into her bedroom with dance partner, and I took Marin to my room. I wrapped my arms around Marin’s waist and bought him in close for a deep kiss. I parted his lips and dove my tongue right into his mouth. We stood there kissing each other, our tongues dancing around each other’s mouths, and grinding our bodies against each other. Marin wrapped his arms around my much wider shoulders as we held on tight, continuing our kissing and grinding.

We broke our kiss and I lifted Marin’s t-shirt up over his head before dropping to my knees to unbutton his shorts. I pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down to the floor in one quick motion. His 6 and half inch uncut cock sprang from his briefs and slapped against his tight lower abs before returning to point directly at my face. It was a great smooth cock, devoid of any major visible veins. It matches is trim tight body perfectly.

I sat him on the edge of the bed and removed his shorts and boxer briefs from around his ankles. I part his legs with my hands before inching closer to take his cock directly into my mouth. Without hesitation, I went straight for the deep throat. I wanted to feel his cock pressing down my throat. I took the entire length without any issues and breathed in his sweet scent through my nose. He was completely hairless around his cock and balls. His balls seemed to be naturally hairless, but he obviously shaves his pubes. It’s not my ideal image of a man’s groin, but somehow it suited Marin.

After holding his cock in my throat for a little while, I began a few swallowing actions to massage the head of his cock with my throat. He moaned out loud and whispered “Fuck, that feels amazing”. Satisfied that he enjoyed my technique, I started to release his cock from my throat slowly moving my mouth up towards the head of his cock. Once at the top, I started to move up and down on it applying as much suction as I could. I was devouring this young cock. I slowly sped up my action and relaxed the suction around his cock. Now focusing on speed and massaging the underneath of his solid shaft. His moans were telling me he loved every minute of my blow job. After a few minutes, I changed my technique once again. I rose up on his cock and focused on its head. My lips still firmly pressed around the base of the head, I inserted my tongue inside his foreskin and swirled my tongue around the head. After a few good swirls, I finally grabbed onto the middle of his shaft with my hand, and pulled his skin down away from the head. With my lips still firmly planted around the base of the exposed head, I flicked my tongue in his piss slit. Another moan left his lips.

I totally released his cock from my lips and squeezed tightly at the base of his cock. The pressure caused a release of pre cum to ooze from his piss slit. I watched it drool down the underneath side of the head of his cock before licking it up from the base of the head then kissing the piss slit. The taste was a mixture of salty and sweet. I savoured it before licking my lips and swallowing his nectar.

I grabbed behind his knees and lifted his legs towards his chest. Repositioning him from a seating position to lying in his back. I noticed his balls were naturally hairless as his taint and crack we also naturally hairless. I guess not entirely hairless, there were light short blond hairs, but they were barely noticeable. I kissed down his taint before sliding my tongue directly onto his hole. I wanted to eat him out and had no patience for toying with his sensitive areas. I wanted to taste and eat him out. I massaged his hole with my tongue for a few minutes before pulling away. I pushed his legs back closer to his chest and watched his ass cheeks part. His puckered pink hole was on full display. I let a small “mmmm” before I dove back in.

I tightened my tongue into a point and started to probe his pretty asshole. I gave him a few in and out motions before changing to a flicking motion, up and down and side to side. I could feel his hole open to my wet tongue. I drove my tongue into his hole and he let out a satisfied yelp. I fucked his hole with my tongue until I could feel it relax and accept my probes without resistance.

I released his legs as I stood up. I straddled his chest facing away from him so my own ass was close to his face. Grabbing his legs once again, I hooked his ankles underneath my armpits then I slid my way down towards his cock again. The further I slid down, the more his legs were pushed back by my arms, lifting his asshole closer to my mouth. I slid all the way down so that our bodies were grinding against each other. Perfect access to his sweet hole. I worked his hole with my tongue further, releasing as much saliva into his open ass as I could. I shuffled my own knees back towards his head on the mattress to align my cock with his mouth. He took my cock hungrily, sucking up and down with long strokes, making my cock harder and wet.

The long sucking strokes felt amazing on my cock. Every time Marin sucked up to the base of my cock, taking me down his throat, I could feel my full low hanging balls press into his eye sockets. He was taking me as deep as possible. Once my cock was as wet as it ever going to get, and his pink hole glistening from my saliva, I was ready to fuck this kid.

I raised and untangled myself from Marin’s body and legs and flipped him onto his front. My desire to fuck him was overwhelming. I reached for two pillows and wedged them between his pelvis and mattress. His ass was perfectly raised so I could take what I wanted. I’m on my knees between Marin’s knees when I start to shuffle up closer to his cute little bubble butt. As I move closer, I separate my knees wider, forcing his legs to open wider. I get to the point where the head of my hard cock is pressed up against his asshole. I rock forwards and backwards to test out his wet asshole. My cock is still wet, but I dribble some spit down onto my cock. As I’m rocking forwards and backwards, I decide there will be no need for lube. His hole is accepting the tip of my cock with each thrust.

I apply a little more pressure and gently push forwards. His asshole opens without any resistance and literally sucks my 7 inch cock deep inside until I feel by balls rest against his taint. His ass has willingly let me glide effortlessly inside him. I also feel the tightness within him as my foreskin was forced to roll back as I entered him. I start with long deep strokes, pulling out just until the head of my cock is freed from his gripping ring and then driving back in. He moans loudly as I keep up my long and steady stokes. I don’t speed up for a while, I’m enjoying the feel of his ass as it grips me on the way out and relaxes as I push in deep. After a few more moans Marin shouts “Fuck me harder”.

Who am I to deny this boy?

I increase my speed as I grab onto his firm round cheeks and pull them as far apart as I can, allowing me to drive in deeper. I fuck him harder and harder until the sound of his moans and whimpers are drowned out by the sound of my pelvis slapping his ass. My balls are also slapping against his taint with every hard thrust. I know this isn’t going to be the longest fuck, as I didn’t cum at all during my stay in Dubrovnik, but I’m damned sure I’m going to make it a good fuck.

Starting to feel myself coming to the edge, I pull my cock out of Marin’s ass. He lets out a loud whimper that sounds like a mix of pleasure and longing for my cock to return inside him. I still hold his butt cheeks wide open and quickly survey his hole. He is not gaping, but what was once a puckered pink hole, now looks like swollen bright pink ass lips.

I move myself off the bed and plant my feet firmly on the floor. I flip Marin onto his back then take hold his ankles and slide him down the bed until his ass is hanging just over the edge of the bed. His head now comfortably resting on the pillows previously wedged underneath him. I raise his ankles up onto my shoulders as I spit down onto my cock. I glide into him again effortlessly all the way down to the base of my cock. I quickly build up speed to resume fucking him with the same power as before.

I take hold of his ankles and with each thrust I push his legs back closer to him. Every thrust inside him hits at different angle. As I keep pushing harder and harder into the sweet hole, my hands lower down Marin’s legs until my hands are at the top of his inner thighs. I feel myself coming closer and closer to the point of no return. I look down I notice Marin’s scrotum tighten around his balls. I go for gold and push his legs down as far as I can. His toes are touching the mattress beside his ears. His asshole is raised higher which gives me the perfect angle to fuck upwards and pound his prostate. Marin cannot control his moans and grunts. He is so loud, at least half of the Old Town must be able to hear him.

Feeling myself dangerously close to the edge, and seeing Marin’s balls pulled up so tight that they lay on each side of the base of his cock, it’s time to bring this home. I thrust in as deep as I can possibly go inside Marin’s stretched hole and start to hammer upwards into his fuck knot. He’s moaning and screaming at the same time and I can’t make out any words, if he’s saying any at all. The muscles inside his ass start to spasm and clamp down around my cock as wad after wad erupt from his cock and cover his chest. I push his legs back further one last time so that the last wad of his cum jets out onto his lips.

His ass clasps down so hard around my cock with his final release causing me to erupt inside his sweet hole. With each shot of my hot cum, I push into him, lowering his legs as all the strength in my body is spent. I felt about 7 or 8 bursts of cum fill his gripping hole. Totally spent, I collapsed on top of him, our stomachs pressed against each other as I feel my cock slowly deflate inside him. Once I’m able to catch my breath, I lick Marin’s load which has pooled between his pecs then kiss his cum cover lips. He accepts my tongue into his mouth and we share his warm tangy load.

Pulling out of Marin’s ass, I collapse on the bed next to him. We both lay there silently. Once our heart rates slow down and our breathing return to normal, Marin looks over at me and says “Now that was a fucking great fuck”. “Yes it was. I wanted to fuck you badly and I just went for it” I replied. “Yes you did” was his response. Marin rolled off the side of the bed and gathered his clothes. He mentioned that he would love to stay the night but he had to get home. That was totally fine by me. I asked if he wanted a shower before he left. He declined as he got dressed. He wants to remember this in the morning. He came over and we kissed a final time before he left. I remained laying on top of the sheets and fell asleep.

I awoke in the morning and quickly showered, mainly to wash my dried cum and Marin’s ass juice off my spent cock. Once dried, I slipped into a pair of briefs and made a pot of coffee. I took up a spot on the sofa and enjoyed the strong morning brew. I heard Emma surface from her room and turned around to look at her. She didn’t look as bad as I thought she would. There’s coffee in the kitchen I said to her. She poured herself a cup and joined me on the sofa. We just looked at each other and smiled for a few seconds before she said “we’re such floozies”.

“How was dance partner?” I asked

“He was good, but definitely not top ten” she whispered.

“Is he still here?” I asked

“Shhhh”, she mustered. We could hear the faint snoring coming from her open bedroom.

“What the fuck did you do to waiter?” she asked.

“What do mean?”

“The kid was screaming and moaning like you were the only people on the planet” she said.

“Oh my god Emma, I pounded the shit out of him. I couldn’t help myself” I replied. She burst out laughing.

“When the hell did you become a power top?” She asked, with a serious look on her face.

“I can mix it up darls. You don’t know everything about me” I replied as we both started to laugh.

We heard dance partner surface from the bed as he silently walked to the bathroom, buck naked. As he returned I let him know there was coffee in the kitchen, but first feel free to put some clothes on. He walked back to the bedroom then came back out wearing a pair of boxer briefs and poured a coffee. After we finished our morning coffee, dance partner got dressed and left. Emma and I agreed to hang out at the city beach, which was about a 10 minute walk from the apartment.

We spent the day lounging on sun beds and going for a swim when we were too hot. Emma who has fairer skin than I have insisted on having the umbrella provide shade for most of the day. I moved my lounge in out of the shade all day depending on how I felt.

We decided that we weren’t fussed about planning anything for the next couple of days in Zadar, we were happy to just have beach time and wander around the Old Town in the evenings when the crowds eased up. I was glad we were on the same page. “Where do you want to go after this? I’m easy but I’m keen on the idea of another seaside location” I said.

“How about a Greek Island. What’s the place you always see pictures of with the white buildings up along the cliffs with the blue domed roofs?” Emma asked.

“You thinking about Santorini?” I asked

“Yes, let’s go there for a few days” She said. I was totally on board. We whipped out our phones. I took flights and she took accommodation. After about an hour searching through different options, we decided on Turkish Airlines flights on Monday from Zagreb to Athens via Istanbul. Spend a night in Athens then catch a ferry/catamaran to Santorini for three days. Return to Athens then fly back to Istanbul, stay there for three nights before returning to Zagreb. I booked the flights and ferries right away. Once the dates were set, Emma found overnight accommodation in Athens close to the port where the ferries depart and arrive. She booked an apartment in Kamari Beach on Santorini. We decided to stay on the beach side of the island and then we could travel into the main city of Thera when we felt like it. She also booked accommodation in Istanbul. We were all set for the following week.

We enjoyed our stay in Zadar for the next few days, finding different beaches outside of the city. We checked out major sites in the Old Town as well, particularly the Greeting to the Sun Installation and the Sea Organ. When it’s said that Zadar has the best sunset in the world, I can totally understand why.

Once our stay in Zadar was over, we drove back to Zagreb for the night. We stayed at the Hotel Dubrovnik on the main square and I organised to return the rental car back to airport rather than the city office.

Greece, here we come.

To be continued…