European Summer

Croatia

The sun gently shines through the bedroom window as I awake in a strange bed. It takes a few seconds to realise I’m on holidays. The next eight weeks will be filled with waking up in strange beds. A smile naturally crosses my face thinking about a carefree life for the next eight weeks. I sit up on the edge of the bed and have a quick stretch before standing up. That’s when I realise Luka is still asleep on the other side of the bed. What a strange feeling. I’m not used to having a guy spend the night in my bed. I quietly walk out of the bedroom to find my phone to check the time. It’s 7am on a Saturday. I jump in the shower for a quick wash, mainly to remove my crusty dried cum from my stomach. After a quick shower, I dry off, find a pair of sports shorts in my suitcase and make myself a large cup of coffee. I grab a book out my weekender bag, and head out to the courtyard.

 

I always travel with a few books. I like to relax and lose myself in an easy read novel. Nothing too heavy, just a nice easy read. My friend David recommended some novels by Dan Brown if I wanted easy reading, so I bought Angels & Demons, The Da Vinci Code and The Lost Symbol, as they appeared to be part of a series. I get stuck into Angels and Demons while I sip my morning coffee. An hour later I see Luka surface from the bedroom. He sees me through the windows and gives me a wave and says good morning. I walk inside the apartment and ask him if he wants a coffee. “Yes please – black no sugar. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower”? “It’s all yours” I say as I stare at his beautiful hard gym body as he walks to the bathroom. His big thick uncut cock flopping about between his legs does not escape my attention. I make him a cup of coffee and another for myself and leave his on the kitchen bench as I head back outside to return to my book.

 

Ten minutes later, he joins me outside wearing the same shorts as last night. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips and sits in the free chair on the opposite side of the small table. “What are your plans for the weekend?” he asks. “I need to plan out this coming week in Croatia and make some bookings. I’ll probably spend some time with family, and just hang out in the city until I head for the coast on Monday”. There is a look of jealousy on Luka’s face as I mention heading to the coast. He told me last night that he has to work from the office in Zagreb for the next month to support the team that are out on the coast for the Jager events. We chat for a few more minutes before Luka says he has to make a move and head home. As I walk him to the front door, he asks for my number, maybe we can catch up for a drink while I’m still in town. I give him my number and he thanks me for a great night, another quick kiss on the lips and out he leaves.

 

I grab my tablet and connect to Wi-Fi and head back outside to the courtyard. It’s time to plan out my week. Rental car booked for 7 days, 3 nights stay booked at the Rixos hotel and resort in Dubrovnik. A 2 bedroom apartment booked in Zadar for another 3 nights. All sorted. My week is planned. I check my phone as see a message from my mum’s aunt and uncle inviting me over for lunch at 1pm. The entire family will be there. I accept the invitation then head out for a walk around the city to kill some time. I’m back at the apartment by noon, just enough time to freshen up, put on a fresh set of clothes (my stock standard linen shorts and a polo shirt) and head to the tram stop to go visit the family for lunch.

 

We have a great time over lunch, catching up and reminiscing about our time together when I was here two years ago. I give them the update on how my parents and my brother his family are doing. The entire family, my mum’s aunt and uncle, Marija, Tin, their 18 year old son Marko and Petar are all keen to hear about my upcoming plans. I tell them I’ll be in Croatia for the following week, spending time in Dubrovnik and Zadar. I have plans to visit a few more countries, but nothing is set in stone yet. The only thing set in stone is my return flight to Melbourne in eight weeks’ time. After lunch I decide to head back to my apartment for a little afternoon nap. The travel and 10 hour time difference really does catch up with me. Petar and I organise to catch up in the evening at 7pm for a few beers back in the same park as last night.

 

After my little power nap, I head out to meet Petar for drinks. As I walk through the warm evening air, I decide that tonight will be a fairly quiet night, even though it’s a Saturday night. I want to be well rested before my holiday really kicks off when I reach the coast. I meet Petar and I get us the first round of the local craft beer we drank last night. We find a place to sit and mainly talk about his upcoming events on the coast. Basically, he’s an events and marketing manager for Jägermeister. During the summer in Croatia they organise open air parties every night of the week for a month in different locations. They attract international DJ’s and bands and pretty much market their product. It sounds like a lot of fun, but Petar tells me it’s hard work having to travel to a new location every day, set up the event space, manage all the promotional staff as well as the service staff.

 

Petar gets up to get another round of beers when my phone pings with a message from an unknown number.

 

“Hey Tomi, it’s Luka. Are you free to catch up for a few drinks tonight?”

 

“I’m having drinks with Petar in the park again. Join us”, I reply.

 

“OK. See you in 20 minutes”.

 

Petar returns with the beers and we continue talking about work. He seems interested in my work, and thank my lucky stars that we are speaking English. I have no idea how I’d explain my work in Croatian. Simply put, I’m a kind of project manager and certified as Lean Six Sigma Black Belt. That doesn’t really mean much. Basically, Lean Six Sigma is a process improvement methodology invented by Toyota. They designed the methodology when they needed to improve their production line processes to manufacture cars more efficiently. What started as methodology tailored to the manufacturing industry, it has now been developed over time to fit any industry that is process driven. So essentially, I lead projects for the bank I work for, to improve their manual process as well as working with technology developers to automate as many processes as possible. I also mentor 5 junior staff with a Green Belt certification. Petar seems really interested in the work I do, and he understands how busy I’ve been over the past 12 months.

 

Luka finds us sitting at a table and walks over and gives Petar a hug, then turns to me and gives me a hug followed by a quick peck on the lips. “Can I get you boys another round of drinks?” Luka asks in Croatian. I respond with “Drinks would be great – by the way, we are speaking English tonight, I hope that’s not a problem”. Petar is getting in as much practice as possible before he heads out to the coast for work. “No problem” Luka replies and heads off to get a round of beers. I look towards Petar and he has a massive grin on his face. “What?” I ask him. “The kiss” he responds. “What about it, it’s very European” I say. “Um, no. We usually do an air kiss on each cheek, we don’t kiss friends or strangers on the lips” Petar says with a level of authority. “OK” is all I can muster as a response while smiling involuntarily. Petar leans over and slaps my shoulder and says “I knew you two would get along”. “What do you mean?” I ask. “I mean, I thought you two would get along which is why I invited him out to drinks last night” says Petar. “Right…. No stop. Luka is coming back. We’ll talk about this later” I say. “Yes we will” says Petar with a cheeky wink.

 

“So boys, what are we talking about?” asks Luka, handing out the drinks and taking the seat next to me. “We’ve just spent the last 45 minutes talking about our work” I reply. “Interesting topic. So what do you do for work Tomi?” asks Luka. I repeat my earlier spiel trying to make it sound exciting to the new audience. He seems interested in my work and then asks how I managed to get 8 weeks of leave for this holiday. I explained that I took my usual 4 weeks of annual leave, I had almost 2 weeks of leave carried over from last year which I didn’t use and the remainder comes from my long service leave. The boys look at me with a puzzled look on their faces. “What’s long service leave?” they ask at the same time. I explain that when you work for the same company for 10 years, you get an additional 13 weeks of leave that you can use however you like. They were shocked. They have never heard of long service leave in Croatia.

 

“So Luka, I know you work for the same company as Petar, but what do you do for work and why don’t you get to travel along the coast for summer?” I ask. Luka explains that he is a copywriter. He, together with his team create all the digital and print media and promotional material for the company. The summer festivals along the coast is the busiest time of year as each event requires its own promotional material. He cannot work remotely for two reasons. Firstly all the programs, applications and software they use to create the promo material is in house and can’t be accessed from outside servers. Secondly, because the summer festivals predominantly require print material, the only printing company in Croatia that can handle to volume and deliver on the specifications is located in Zagreb. So everything has to be printed here then couriered to the locations. Once the high season is over he’ll be able to take leave and spend some time on the coast.

 

Listening to them speak about their work, it’s clear they both love what they do. The company is generally very flexible, except for the peak tourist season, and being that they work for a German company they are well taken care of in terms of salary and added benefits, including company cars. Apparently that’s very rare within Croatian owned companies. “I have a question” Petar speaks up. “I hate to change the subject, but happened between you two last night?” “What do you mean?” asks Luka. “All I know is that I saw you two have a bit of a chat last night, you were both the last ones to leave when Ana and I left to catch the tram. Tonight you shared a very brief kiss, but a kiss nonetheless, and frankly Luka, you seem to be in higher spirits tonight than you have been the past few weeks”.

 

I sat there in shocked silence. I’m shocked because this is the first time I’ve ever been asked about my personal sex life other than my closest friends. Granted Petar’s question seems to be aimed at Luka, but it’s my sex life that’s in question here. I’m not a prude, at least I don’t think I’m a prude. I’m happy to discuss sex and am a big believer in sex positive attitudes. I’m happy to discuss sex with anybody. What I’m not comfortable with is discussing my personal sex life with people I don’t really know. Yes, Petar is technically my second cousin, but I see him for a few days every two years or so. He’s not somebody I would confide in about my personal sex life. I have a few very close friends that I would discuss my personal sex life with. Emma, Emma my closest friend knows it all, I tell her everything. She loves hearing about my sexual exploits and shenanigans just as much as I love hearing about hers. It feels like we have been sitting in silence for 5 minutes, but I know in reality it’s only been a few seconds.

 

Luka pipes up, “You’re very observant Petar, and you’re totally right. Yes we had a chat here at the park last night, yes we were the last of our group to leave, yes I kissed Tomi here tonight and finally, yes I am in high spirits today. What you didn’t mention is that as soon as I saw Tomi last night here in the park, I thought WOW, who is that hot guy in the pink shirt. You didn’t mention that it took me a good half an hour to finally make my way over to Tomi to introduce myself and then buy him a beer. What you didn’t mention is that after our chat last night I left Tomi and his group on purpose, just to see if he would look over at me through the night, which he did. What you failed to mention is that you most likely invited me to drinks last night knowing full well I’d be attracted to Tomi. So yes, I walked Tomi back to his apartment, I kissed him, we fucked, I fell asleep and stayed the night. I asked for his phone number after a morning coffee. I sent him a text to catch up again tonight, he invited me to join you both and here we are. Simple. Oh and I almost forgot, yes I’m in high spirits. You know how hard I’ve been working the last few weeks and haven’t had much of a social life. I met a hot guy last night who at the end of the day is only in the country for a few days, so why not have some fun”.

 

Once again, I sit here in shocked silence. I’m shocked because every word Luka just said rings totally true for me. I could have delivered that exact same monologue. But I didn’t, and I never would, not to Petar anyway.

 

“I’m glad you boys had a great night. And yes Luka, I knew you’d be all over Tomi. What I didn’t know is if Tomi would be interested in you” says Petar. “Are you kidding me, Luka is sexy as fuck” I surprised myself with my open declaration. The three of us sit there smiling at each other before we burst into laughter. Petar went up to the bar to get the final round of beers for the night. Luka puts his hand behind my head to bring our faces close to each other. Our lips are almost touching and I can feel his warm breath on my mouth before whispering “You think I’m sexy” then kissed me deeply.

 

Petar comes back with our beers and the conversation turns to my upcoming plans. I tell the boys I plan on having a relaxing day tomorrow. Maybe I’ll spend the day at Jarun lake and enjoy the sunshine and read my book. I’ll get in touch with my cousin Daniela from Karlovac as see if she fancies meeting up for a quick catch up. On Monday I’ll pick up my rental car and drive straight down to Dubrovnik and spend three days at a resort working on my tan and just getting into holiday mode. On Thursday I’m picking up my friend Emma from Split airport then going straight to Zadar for 3 nights. We’ll use the time to plan the next part of our trip, then return to Zagreb on Sunday. I’ll return the rental car the following Monday morning then head out to wherever Emma and I decide. The boys can’t believe I’m prepared to drive 600km south for a three day stay and then make my way back up to Zagreb. I remind them that a 600km drive from Melbourne would barely see me leave the state of Victoria. It’s all about perspective.

 

We finish our last drinks and say goodbye to each other with a hug. I tell Petar and Luka that we’ll catch up again for drinks at some stage. Surely our paths will cross. I’ll be back in Zagreb at some stage during my holiday. Petar walks toward the tram stop at the end of the park and Luka and I head across the park towards my apartment. Petar turns around and yells back to us “Have fun again boys”.

 

As we walk the few blocks back to apartment, Luka reaches out to hold my hand. I look at him with a confused look on my face. “Is this OK?” he asks while looking down at our hands. “Yeah, but it feels a little bit intimate for a summer holiday fling” I reply. “Does it? Is holding your hand more intimate than having my tongue in your mouth or my cock in your ass?” he asks. “I feel that fucking and kissing can simply be an expression of lust. I don’t feel that holding hands is an expression of lust, so somehow it seems more personal, more intimate in a way” I answer. “I can understand that, but I just want to touch you and I feel holding your hand as we walk the streets of Zagreb is more appropriate than sliding my hand down the back of your shorts and fingering your asshole” he says. I burst out in laughter and continue to walk hand in hand. Yes, it is more appropriate.

 

Once inside the apartment we immediately take each other’s clothes off. There is nothing sensual about it. It’s pure lust. I feel he wants me naked just as much as I want him naked. As our clothes are shed, Luka turns to walk towards the bedroom. I have other plans. I reach out and grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom. I turn the shower on making sure the water temperature is luke warm. It’s summer after all. I step inside the shower and pull Luka in with me by his hand. We both fit inside comfortably, but it’s certainly not the largest shower I’ve ever been in. I wrap my arms above his shoulders and neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. We hold each other tight before pressing our lips together and kissing each other deeply. The taste of him mixed with the beer on his breath is intoxicating. We stand locked together kissing each other, letting the warm water rinse over us. I have no intention of using the body wash on his body. I plan to savour his manly scent and taste. As good as last night’s fuck was, it all felt a bit mechanical. Kiss, suck each other’s cocks, take his tongue then his cock in my ass, cum, then fall asleep. Tonight I want to enjoy this man’s body. Smell him, taste him and pleasure him.

 

After about 5 minutes in the shower holding each other and kissing, I let him go from by embrace and guide him out of the shower, throw him a towel and tell him to wait for me in the bedroom. I quickly grab my travel douche bulb, and do a quick warm water cleanse. After two quick internal rinses, I’m ready to rumble. I quickly towel dry my body and head to the bedroom. Luka is waiting for me, lying down the middle of the bed. His hands resting behind his lead perched up on a pillow. I stand at the foot of the bed and just take in the view of this beautiful man. His olive complexion covered in dense dark hair which is neatly trimmed. I get up on the bed and straddle his waist and lean in to kiss those full lips feeling his stubble rub against my face. I kiss down his neck to his chest and gently work over each of his nipples. I circle my tongue around one nipple then suck on it before moving to the other.

 

I kiss down his washboard stomach moving lower and lover until I can feel his hard thick 8 inch cock press against the bottom of my chin. I gently kiss down his cock until I’m down to his smooth balls. I lick his ball sack all over before pulling one of his balls into my mouth and giving it a good stretch. I hear Luka moan as I apply pressure to his nut. I take the other ball into my mouth and give it a good stretch before letting it pop out of my mouth. Luka lets out a soft groan as his ball pops out of my mouth and slaps against his inner thigh. I gently spread his legs open so I can inhale to scent of his taint. I immediately run my tongue up and down his taint. He tastes as good as he smells. I slowly raise his legs towards his chest exposing his shaved puckered asshole. I take a deep breath to inhale his manly musky scent before extending my tongue out to circle around his tight puckered hole.

 

I tease around his delicious puckered hole for a few laps before flattening out my tongue and swiping it over his hole. Luka moans with delight as I continue to lap at his hole like a thirsty puppy. I can feel he enjoys the attention I’m giving his asshole, but it remains puckered and tightly closed. I don’t push it too much further. I lick his hole a few more times but don’t try to enter his hole with a probing tongue. I can sense it’s not something he is up for.

 

I come up for some air and turn my attention back to his thick uncut cock. I run my tongue from the base of his cock all the way up to the hooded head. With my right hand, I grab his cock firmly and lift it from his abs so that it points directly up to the ceiling. I lower my head towards his hard cock and run my tongue in circles inside his foreskin. The same technique I used to circle his hole. Luka’s eyes are closed, his lips slightly upturned in grin. I see his chest rise and fall as I continue to work on the knob of his cock hidden inside the foreskin. Luka’s lips part then whispers “Suck my cock”.

 

I give him what he wants. I start to bob up and down on his cock applying a good amount of suction as my lips are tightly wrapped around it. At the same time I’m massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue as I rise and fall on it. I spend a few minutes sucking his cock before Luka lifts my face off his cock and looks me directly in my eyes. His grin still evident on his face. “I want to fuck you” Luka whispers. Happy to oblige, I think to myself. I slide up his body and give him a quick kiss. Luka then manoeuvres himself from underneath me, guides me down flat on the bed on my front. He parts my legs with his hands then I feel him move closer to my butt, his knees spreading my legs further open.

 

He reaches over to the night stand and takes the bottle of lube. I feel his hard cock pressed against my butt crack as he leans over. I hear him pump a few squirts of the lube, it must be on his cock, because I don’t feel any on myself. After a few seconds, I feel his wet finger circle my hole, lubing me up then he inserts his middle finger inside me. He removes his finger quickly and I feel it replaced by the tip of his hard cock. He pushes against my hole a little harder as I let out a deep breath and relax. I let out a long “yeeeeesss” as I feel him penetrate trough the outer ring of my asshole and glide all the way in until I feel his smooth balls rest against my taint.

 

Luka starts with long slow strokes in out of me. The thick 8 inch cock feels amazing inside me. As he picks up speed, I get more accustomed to his girth. I push my ass up just a little to accept more of his cock. As Luka keeps up his long and deep thrusts, he gently rolls me over slightly onto my side and guides my top leg up by the knee towards my chest. I moan as I feel this new kind of stretch of my hole. He is straddled over my bottom leg and starts to pound into me with more force. “Yes, fuck me deep” I command to Luka as he continues to pound me hard and deep.

 

I feel him adjust his body again, keeping his cock deeply wedged into my ass. His body is now perpendicular to mine, we are in a giant cross shape. He keeps up his strong deep fucking action as the sound of his pelvic area slapping against my ass becomes louder, muffling the sounds of my tiny groans of pleasure. “Fuck, your ass feels great” Luka says with his deep baritone voice as he continues to fuck me.

 

Luka drives into me deep and hard with one large thrust then hold still. He must be about to cum I think to myself. As I lay there on my side, trying to catch my breath, I don’t feel or hear the signs of Luka unloading inside me. He just holds his cock inside me for a few moments. Then I feel him repositioning himself again. With his cock still lodged inside my now relaxed hole, he rotates his body once again which forces me back onto my stomach so that he is still lying on top of me, but his feet are now up towards my head, and his head is toward my feet.

 

I haven’t a clue what this position is called, but I think I will call it the “crab”. We must look like a crab from above, with his outstretch legs towards the top of the bed, and my outstretched legs towards the foot of the bed. “Oh. My. Fucking. God”. This feels amazing. I’ve never been fucked in the crab position before. Luka’s cock with the slight upward curve, is now in fact a downward curve, rubbing directly across my prostate. He starts to move his hips up and down with a vengeance. I can feel his cock hit, then rub over my fuck button with every thrust. I’m not going to last long. With every thrust not only is my prostate being punched by his cock, but my own cock grinds against the bed beneath me.

 

“I’m going to cum” I shout after a few minutes in this position. “So am I” Luka yells out. All it takes is three more powerful thrusts and I feel my balls tighten up towards my body and spew out shot after shot of cum into the sheets. Luka simultaneously thrusts his cock as deep as he can inside me as he grunts and squirts a load of cum deep inside. He continues to thrust three more times with each release of his ball juice before collapsing on to the mattress. We lay there for a minute to catch our breath. I feel a sudden urge to kiss Luka, but his lips are down the other end of the bed, so I grab his foot which is close to me, and kiss his ankle.

 

Luka lifts himself off me and his cock slides out of my spent hole. I roll over to the right side of the bed, and he lays down on the left. Both avoiding the wet patch I’ve created on the doona. Luka turns my face towards him as he leans in for a kiss. “That was awesome” I say. “Yes it fucking was” he replies.

 

I lay there trying to recover and breathe deeply before I drift off to sleep.

 

I awake with the sun gently shining through the bedroom window. No longer in shock of waking up in a strange room. Luka is not in the bed next to me. I get out of bed to walk to the towards the lounge area to look for my briefs. I find them and slip into them. I notice my clothes and Luka’s clothes still laying on the floor. I look out towards the courtyard and see Luka.

 

He gives me that dorky wave again and says “coffee is out here”. I join him in the courtyard and I notice that he’s made a pot off traditional Croatian coffee which was in a welcome pack from the Airbnb host. Well it’s probably not traditional Croatian coffee. It’s more like Turkish coffee that was introduced to Croatia through Bosnia and Hercegovina. The coffee is black and strong, just the way I like it.

 

We chat a little about our day ahead. I’m going to spend the day relaxing at Jarun lake, taking in the sun and reading my book. Luka has a few chores to get done today and a Sunday family lunch. After Luka finishes his coffee, he heads inside to get dressed and prepares to head out. He says it’s unlikely he’ll be free to meet up again tonight, but asks me to get in touch if I’m in Zagreb again. I agree and walk him to the door and we kiss for the final time.

 

To be continued…