Stan and Sergio Go to The Azores
Carlos took a long sip of his drink and sighed. “I just can't seem to find the right woman, I guess. Marianne was pretty cool and we had such a nice thing together, but I guess she wasn't as into me as I thought.”
I looked at Carlos, feeling bad for him. I remembered wondering if I would ever meet someone. I had thought maybe Natalie and I would make it, but obviously that didn't happen. Now that I'm with Sergio, I can feel the difference. He and I are in it for the long term. Hence the marriage, I guess. I said, “It will happen, Carlos. I'm sure of it.”
He looked at me and I could tell he felt a little envious. But there wasn't much I could do about it. I decided to change the subject. “What's with that Mark guy? Has he stopped annoying you so you can just do your job?”
Carlos works for a company that makes and instals wind turbines in the North Sea. The president of the company – his superior – apparently has a problem with micro-managing. Carlos winced, “I suppose he's getting there. Even though he hired me, he doesn't seem to believe I can do the job. But he's getting better.”
I nodded, sipping my pint. I looked around at the pub, the pub we always went to. It's called The Old Wellington. The building is from the sixteenth century and it's been a pub for close to two hundred years. Everything's crooked and the ceilings are far too low, but we like it. “I'm glad to hear it.”
“And school? Everyone behaving?”
I groaned. “Oh, I suppose. Sergio thinks I should quit and become a house husband.”
“Yeah, he's told me that before. You could, you know. He's making good money now.”
I winced, looking into my glass. “I know. But I like teaching. It's just the other teachers...oh my god...they're idiots sometimes.” I paused, thinking about how annoyed I felt. Was it worth it? I looked back at Carlos. “But we're going to The Azores soon, so that will be a nice break.”
Carlos looked pained. “Yeah, I'm jealous. I won't be able to take any time off until next year.”
I felt bad. Actually, I felt guilty. Before Sergio and I got together, I knew that he was doing well as a Crown Prosecutor, but I didn't realize until we decided to buy a house, how well. When he told me what he could afford, I almost dropped my glass of wine. So yeah, we bought a really nice house south of the city centre. We didn't take possession for a while, but I was excited. And we can afford to go on trips. None of my other friends can. Hence the guilt.
I decided to change the subject again. “So Sandor is unleashed. Did I tell you? He's been fucking this guy he met at the BBC. But he's also fucking his way through all the men in Manchester. It's impressive.”
Carlos laughed and said, “He told me. I think this fellow from the BBC may be more than a fuck, Stan. What's his name again?”
It was true. I had the sense that Aravind was someone we would hear more about. But I also heard about Sandor's other exploits. He was like a teenager. It was nice to watch. He seemed excited by life in a way I had never seen. I said, “Aravind. I met him. He's really sweet and very steady. I think he will be good for Sandor if they stick together. They have an agreement about sex, obviously.”
Carlos chuckled. “Gay guys are so good at that. Well, some, anyway. I wish straight people could be that open about things. You remember Sue and Ted? They were together for what? Six years? They claimed to be faithful and all that rot. But they were both shagging other people all over the place. What a mess! If they had just been transparent about it in the first place, maybe it would have worked.”
I nodded. It was true. But I never liked Ted. And Ted never liked me. Especially when I married a man. He couldn't get his head around the whole bisexual thing. I said, “Maybe. But I don't think their relationship was that great to begin with.”
Carlos grinned and said, “True enough. You two aren't open, are you?”
I had wondered if he was going to ask that. “Not really. We decided that we would would only do things together, and only if we met someone we both thought was exceptional. And we're not actively looking for someone, either. Sergio is too busy, anyway. The two of us barely have time to fuck.”
With a laugh, Carlos said, “Spare me the details...”
“Ah, come on...you know you're curious...”
Carlos threw up his hands and said, “No way! I love you, but let's not overshare! Especially about my brother. Yuck!”
Carlos, as you can probably tell, is entirely straight. Some men are. They really are. I love him anyway.
--
We got out of the taxi on the island of Flores after a bumpy, winding trip from the little airport. Our flight from Manchester to the Azores was rough and I held Sergio's hand the whole way. The little plane we took from the island of San Miguel seemed to be about the size of our car. I hate flying, can you tell?
But we arrived in one piece at this place right on the water. Sergio had spent weeks trying to find the best hotel and I could see why he chose it. It had about ten rooms and a big veranda that hung out over the water. Our room had its own little mostly hidden patio, a big bed, and a huge stone shower stall that we could spend some quality time in. It was perfect.
Once we had unpacked our clothes and lay in bed with the windows open, feeling the soft breeze from the Atlantic, we ventured out to find some dinner in the fading light. We were hungry.
We found the veranda that had a bunch of little tables overlooking the water. A man came by, greeting us in perfect English. He was a solemn, fit, mature man who told us all about the fish of the day and the best wine to have with it. His name was Adriano. It turned out he was one of the owners. His wife – Maria – was the chef.
He took our order and disappeared. A few other couples appeared – all obviously straight – but it soon started to feel like a little community. Everyone was friendly and chatty and we got to know a few of them, including the people at the table next to us who were from Edinburgh: Susie and Dave.
After a glass of wine, our food arrived. But we were both stunned, and not by the food. I mean both Sergio and I barely noticed the platter of seafood because it was being carried by the most gorgeous man we had seen in a long time. I looked at Sergio and grinned. He kicked me under the table. His name was Bruno, and I realized he looked a little like Sergio. Tall and lean with dark curly hair and big brown eyes that seemed to look right into me. He gave us a smile that was like a floodlight. I could barely think.
But the food was also lovely and Bruno explained where the fish had been caught and the mussel beds were and that the vegetables had been grown on a nearby farm. Really nice.
When Bruno left, Sergio sipped his wine, looking at me with his sly grin. “Distracting, isn't he?”
I laughed and put down my fork. “It's going to be hard to concentrate on relaxing if he's around. Should we?”
Sergio nudged his foot under mine and said, “I don't know. It might be fun. Assuming he's into it, of course.”
“Yeah. It's hard to tell. Let's see what happens.”
The rest of the meal was uneventful. Bruno was gracious and attentive and it turned out he actually lived in Bristol most of the time, but was in The Azores helping his parents – Adriano and Mary - out for the winter. Interesting.
But neither Sergio and nor I got any sense of his sexuality. It's hard to tell these days I find. Which is a good thing. Men especially seem to be far less fussed about their sexuality and don't try to announce it to the world. He obviously knew we were together – what with the wedding rings and all – but he gave off no clues.
We got back to our room a little tipsy, so we went to the veranda to look at the stars that were everywhere above us in an explosion that glinted and shimmered. The air was warm, so we pulled off our clothes and let the sea air wash over us. We were laying on the comfy deck chairs and I was almost dozing. But then I felt Carlos' hand on my cock which certainly woke me up.
He slid over and got on top of me, kissing my neck and gyrating his hips so our cocks were wrestling, our balls mashing together. He sucked my nipples, tonguing them, nipping them which made me gasp so I jammed two fingers into his ass, enjoying his softness, his sweaty crack, then took his ass in my hands and pulled him so our cocks could fuck against each other.
Sergio pulled himself up, grinning at me. “I want to be fucked, Stan.”
He seemed to be into bottoming more than usual around that time, but who was I to complain? First he fed me his prick, pulling himself up so he could lunge into my mouth, almost choking me, then fed his balls to me while he stroked his cock above me. I pulled his cock back into my mouth and sucked it with a lot of spit. I loved the prickle of the stubble around his cock, then I wrapped my mouth around his smooth, trimmed balls.
But he turned his body around, and slurped my cock in while fucking my mouth. I took hold of his lean, taut thighs and his hips started to flex, pushing his long muscle deep into my throat. His body was giving off his Sergio smell, the one that makes me dizzy: earthy and strong and I almost came in his mouth. Was it the sea air? Who knows?
He spat my cock out and turned and got my dick in between his ass cheeks and, with a playful smile, started to wriggle his hips so my cock slid in his crack, then with some more pressure, squeezed its way into his amazing, soft, warm, asshole that like everything else about him, I love. He threw his head back and groaned as he sunk down, impaling himself. His own cock was impossibly hard and I could see the tip glinting with pre-cum in the soft lights from our room behind us. He took it in his fist and stroked, tweaking his nipple with his other hand.
I felt eager and started to fuck up into my husband and he moaned, stroking himself a little faster, his balls gently squashing into my body. I closed my eyes, lost in the amazing feel of my cock being massaged and held, loving the feel of his smooth back, his firm ass that was flexing along with me.
I opened my eyes and realized there was a balcony on the second floor above us, which was set back a little from where our room was. And leaning on the railing, naked and looking right at me, was Bruno. He could see everything. He had been seeing everything. His dick was hard and he was stroking it very slowly. I felt a wave of lust go through my body and I ran my hand up Sergio's chest. I said, “Bruno is watching us. Can you believe it? I think we have our answer.”
I looked back at Bruno and since there was enough light from his room and ours, I knew he could see me smile. And when Sergio turned and smiled at him, his face lit up. He moved a little closer to the edge so we could get a good look at him stroking his nice-sized cock. I couldn't tell if he was cut or not and I didn't care. I was going a little nuts that we had such a beautiful audience.
Sergio pulled himself off me and I knew what he wanted. He hiked up my legs and dove his face into my hole, his tongue digging deep, spitting and licked until I was wet. Then he pushed his big dick into me deep and fast. I gasped and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper. But I kept turning to look at Bruno who seemed hypnotized by us. Sergio began to fuck hard and Bruno was stroking himself in time. I could tell that Sergio was close, which didn't surprise me. We had been talking a lot about why both of us were so turned on by being watched and this was a perfect example.
I gasped into Sergio's mouth and we messily kissed, “Just fill me up, Sergio. Give him a show...”
He fucked faster and I could tell Bruno was right there. In fact I heard him start to gasp and swear and when Sergio made this choking sound, giving me three more incredibly deep thrusts, I could tell he was spewing into me. I started to stroke my own cock and was there in seconds, and Bruno reached his orgasm at the same time, his cock spurting long ropes over the edge of his balcony onto the roof as my cock did the same, erupting over my chest. Sergio leaned down and caught some in his mouth and kissed me, giving me a taste of my creamy load, still fucking me slowly, his cum lubricated my insides. I could feel it drooling out around his cock.
I watched Bruno shake the last drops from his cock and then lick his hand clean. Sergio turned and said, “Really hot, Bruno. Let us know if you want to hang out some time this week.”
Because it was obvious that Sergio and I wanted this guy. We wanted to fuck him. We wanted all sorts of things with him. It was exciting to imagine the possibilities.
Bruno grinned and said, “Maybe tomorrow night...”
I chuckled and said, “Any time, Bruno. You know where our room is.”
Bruno waved and disappeared. Sergio pulled his cock out of me slowly, knowing I love the moment when he slides out, the feel of his big muscle caressing my asshole, lubricated by his cum. He leaned down and licked my hole then slid his cum-covered tongue into my mouth. We were both still riled up and after a few minutes, I lay down and got behind him, nudging my cock in, fucking him really slowly and not even to get off again, but to just enjoy his body and the feel of being inside him. In fact after a while we dozed off, my cock still deep in his ass. That's a really nice way to fall asleep.
--
The next day, once we'd dragged ourselves out of bed and had a late breakfast with some of the other couples, we hung out with Susie and Dave. Really sweet people. They were a little older than us and had been to Flores before so they took us under their wing. They suggested joining them on a bus trip around the island to see some waterfalls and some nice beaches. It was a lovely day and the four of us became fast friends. Dave was a barrister so he and Sergio bonded over the minutiae of law, while Susie – who ran a flower shop in Bristol – and I talked about their children (they have three) and I shared my experiences of teaching.
We had lunch in this little hotel on a cliff overlooking the ocean. I felt like we were in paradise. The breeze off the ocean was fresh and the sky was this blue that I can't describe: pale but intense. Dave looked at us at one point and said, “You two are newly married, aren't you?”
Sergio laughed. “Is is that obvious? It almost feels like a second honeymoon. The first one was six months ago. The real one, I guess.”
Dave smiled and said, “My cousin is gay and he and his partner just got married. They had a wild wedding in Venice last year. Crazy. It cost a fortune. But I'm so glad that people are more accepting.” He stopped, suddenly emotional. Then he said, “My best friend when I was in school was gay...but he was killed in Afghanistan when we were twenty. I know he would have loved to have the opportunity to get married to a man. So I'm glad to see you two so happy.” He had a couple of tears on his face. I wanted to hug him. Susie took his hand and we all had a moment. What a sweet man. I could see why Susie fell for him. He gave straight guys a good name.
We got back to our room in the late afternoon and had a nap. No really, just a nap. We were exhausted. We slept for an hour, then had a shower. Ok, so I did suck Sergio off. You have to, right? But I made sure he didn't cum because we wanted to save ourselves for whatever might happen later.
Dinner was amazing again, but Bruno was waiting different tables, so Adriano served us. But every once in a while, Bruno would look our way and give us a big smile. We had lobster and a lot of this amazing Portuguese white wine that made my head spin a little. It was slightly fizzy and tasted like a forest.
Once we had finished dinner, Bruno walked casually by and dropped a little piece of paper on our table. He didn't look back. On the paper, all it said was, “Keep your door unlocked. Be naked on your patio at ten. I want to sneak in and watch you fuck...”
Both Sergio and I were immediately turned on. We liked this Bruno fellow. A lot. He seemed to be excited by the same things we were. So we went back to our room and lost our clothes and ensconced ourselves in the deck chairs with a bottle of lube.
My cock was hard immediately and I looked at Sergio and he was in the same state. I decided not to touch myself or him. We had half an hour to go, so we talked about random things until it was almost ten. Then I crawled over and sucked Sergio's massive tool, getting it all wet, letting him fuck into my throat – which I love – until we heard the door to our room open.
Sergio pushed me off him and lay down on his stomach, his plump, muscular ass right below me. He said, loud enough for Bruno to hear, “Are you going to fuck me, or what?”
I turned and saw Bruno in our room, standing just inside the door. He was wearing really tight white boxer briefs that showed perfectly the outline of his cock that he was running his hand over, his eyes glinting. He said to us, “Yeah, why don't you fuck him, Stan. I want to watch you fuck your boy.”
I didn't need an invitation. I lubed up my cock, then leaned down and slipped some fingers in his ass, enjoying the hot, tight space. Bruno moved out onto the terrace. He had pulled his underwear down his thighs and was stroking his nice-sized, uncut cock. He had a trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair around it, and rather demure shaved balls.
I sat up and started to slide my cock between Sergio's firm ass cheeks, then pushed a little so my dick caught in his hole. I flexed my hips and watched my cock begin to slide in. Sergio moaned and fucked the cushion under him. I looked up at Bruno and smiled. He grinned back and started to walk around the lounger as I began to pull my hips back and push, then again, flexing and thrusting, my cock going deeper into Sergio's ass each time.
Bruno was stoking his prick a little more forcefully, but he kept his distance, walking in a slow circle as I fucked Sergio. It was all making me a little crazy, and I could tell I needed to be careful and not cum too soon. Sergio was watching Bruno, propped up on his arms. He was still fucking the lounger in time with my plunging cock, pushing back as I dug deeper.
I shut my eyes and let myself go for a second, then opened them. Bruno was a little closer, still stroking his lovely piece, still watching us hungrily. I could almost smell his body and when he walked behind me I felt his hand softly run down my back and over my ass. Just once. He walked around us again and he was even closer. He tousled Sergio's hair and then leaned down and kissed me a few times. I almost came right there, his lips being so soft and his tongue so eager in my mouth.
He walked around again and then I felt him get behind me. I wasn't sure what he was doing until I felt his mouth on my butt, kissing and licking, then he pulled my ass cheeks apart and his tongue slid into me. I stopped moving for a moment, letting him push his mouth deeper, the friction from the stubble on his face on the sensitive skin around my hole felt insanely sensual. I pushed my ass back into his face and started to fuck Sergio a little slower, but more deeply. Sergio groaned and writhed below me.
What I hoped Bruno would do, he did. I felt him shift so that he was on top of me, his cock pushing gently between my ass crack. I pulled back and let the end of his cock find my asshole, then slide in. An electric blaze went through my body as he pushed himself in until his face was beside my ear, his breath hot. He said, “You want my cum, Stan?”
It was obvious what the answer was, but I turned and we sloppily kissed. He tasted like red wine and chocolate. I could smell his heat: a little cologne, a little man-sex. I reared back and let his dick skewer me, then pounded into Sergio who grunted and swore. Then again, even deeper. Bruno licked my ear, breathing more heavily, but it was me who was doing the work, fucking Sergio into the lounge chair, impaling myself on Bruno's hot, tan cock. I loved being sandwiched between these two dark studs.
I managed to keep it up for a few minutes, but then I stopped, suddenly knowing what I wanted. I leaned down and said into Sergio's ear, “Fuck me, husband.”
Sergio laughed and pushed us both off him. I lay down where Sergio had been and pulled my legs up. Sergio had turned to Bruno and their faces were all mashed together, then Bruno was kissing Sergio's neck while he reached down and stroked Sergio's big, meaty cock. Bruno, still holding Sergio's tool, turned to me and said, “Can he fuck me later this week?”
I grinned at him and said, “We'll both fuck you, Bruno.”
That was exciting. A whole week of this guy? It made our holiday that much better. In the meantime, Sergio got down and kissed me while his long dick nosed its way into my waiting asshole. I could smell my guy's I-want-to-fuck smell which only made me more desperate. He pushed himself in hard and growled me, “I'm going to fuck you into the ground, Stan.”
I love it when he gets rough and he suddenly was, lunging back and bashing himself into me, so hard the whole chair nudged backward. Bruno laughed and said, “Careful...those things are expensive!”
But it didn't stop him from coming around and smearing the head of his cock all over my face. I licked the sides as it went by, then he fed my the whole thing, holding my head still and pushed all the way in so his balls were resting on my cheek. My nostril were filled with musky guy, and there was sweat on his thighs and heat from his balls.
I shut my eyes and flew away on the feeling of being taken from both ends. Sergio worked his way up to a fast pace, my hole loosening as his big prick hammered me. I opened my eyes and saw the two of them kissing again, then Sergio leaned down and managed to kiss me and lick Bruno's dick as it slid out of my mouth.
There wasn't much time for me. I could feel I was really close even though I couldn't actually touch my cock since it was being mashed by Sergio's body. But the friction of his cock in my ass seemed to be translated into the base of my dick. Bruno started to jam deeper into my throat. I turned my head more so he could hold it and pummel my mouth. His balls smacking against my face.
Have I mentioned how much I like being taken? Being fucked? I wished I had a third hole so I could get even more. Nuts, I know. I like sex. A lot.
Sergio was close. I could tell. He starts making this sound like he's about to cry: a little whimper, a little choking gasp. I said, “Fill me up, Sergio. Fucking fill me up!”
He looked me right in the eye with love and lust and a whole bunch of things and I could tell that did it. Looking at me that way always pushes him over the edge. He shut his eyes and fucked even faster. I could feel his body trembling and shaking, filling my ass with Sergio cum. He finally stopped moving, gasping and sweat dripped from his face onto my chest.
Bruno pulled his cock out of my mouth and started to stroke. I managed to gasp, “Give it to me!” He jerked his sweaty cock a few more times, then it blew wads of cum over my face, into my mouth, across my cheeks. It drooled onto my tongue, and into my eye which hurt like hell, but sweet guy that he was, he leaned down and licked it all up and kissing me.
But I was still at the top of the mountain. I pushed Sergio off me and they both dove down as if on cue and started to alternate swallowing me whole. I watched their heads plunge down, felt their hot, wet moths envelop my cock and that did it. Something nuclear went off at the tip of my cock and took over my whole body. I made a long, low sound and I could feel my balls emptying, feel their tongues lapping all the cum that spewed from the end, then feel their mouths all over the shaft, slurping up the cum that ran onto my balls. There was so much sensation, I could hardly think.
Bruno collapsed onto the other lounge, licking his lips and swallowing. And all three of us, after Sergio slid down beside me, were breathing heavily. I was drenched in sweat and cum was oozing out of my ass, and Sergio's body felt hot and sticky beside me. I reached over and found Bruno's hand. I said, “You want to stay here tonight?”
Bruno laughed and said, “I'd love to, but I have to get up really early. Maybe tomorrow.”
The knowledge that there would be more of this made me happy. I let go of Bruno's hand and turned and kissed my husband. We were hot and tired and sticky but I could tell by the look on Sergio's face, that he was as happy as I was. We watched Bruno slide his briefs on and silently leave our room. We had made a new friend. A really sexy new friend.
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
