The Delayed Honeymoon
“There's no room on this beach...how is that possible?” I looked around at the sea of bodies in front of the real sea, the Mediterranean Sea.
Sergio put down the bag with our towels, our drinks, our books and took a breath. The air was hot enough to cook an egg. He sighed. “I don't know. Let's go over those rocks. All I know is if I see one more pair of fucking tits I'm going to get really pissed.”
I turned to him, startled. Sergio did not get annoyed. With anything. I wondered what was going on. I put my hand on his back and gave him a little rub. “It's cool, Sergio. I know you're tired, I know you're probably hungry. Let's go have a look.”
So we clambered over the rocks that rose from the beach and when we got to the top, we could hardly believe it. There was a little cove, surrounded by big piles of grey rock that was very sparsely populated. There were just a few couples on towels and no one else.
“Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sergio almost sprinted down to the beach, tossing the bag on a nice patch of sand near a small tree. He pulled his shirt off and got out of his shorts, revealing his lithe body, all smooth and sexy in his black trunks that I immediately wanted to take off him. He had started to shave his body hair and I loved – I mean really loved – the result. His body was like silk. I liked nothing more than to lick as much of him as I could.
He turned to me with a grin. “So...are you going to sit down...husband?”
Yeah, so, we got married about a year after that crazy night with Sandor. And Sandor was, of course, one of our best men and Marco was the other. We had the most amazing time. All our loved ones were there and we had a great party at this ancient hotel in Wales. And at this said hotel, after everyone had staggered to their room, Sergio and I had gone out to the gazebo on the grounds and fucked for a few hours. We decided we liked outdoors sex. A lot. Who knew?
But we delayed our honeymoon. Life was too busy for Sergio. He's a Crown Prosecutor and he had this case – I'm not allowed to tell you about it – that was taking up all his time and the trial was dragging on, so we decided to postpone our trip to Spain. We were married in July and we didn't get there until the following June. You know how it is. Life takes over. I had to teach and couldn't get away and he had more trials after the big one was over. But we finally realized when we could both take some time and we booked a posh hotel in Barcelona for three weeks. How nice is that?
We set up our umbrella against the intense sun and I threw myself down and got out of my clothes. Unlike Sergio, I'm a pasty white guy, so I slathered myself with sunscreen. He did my back which of course got me going. Any touch of Sergio on my body does it. Even after more than a year and a half together, it still feels like the first time. You remember...in Vanuatu? When I discovered that I was into him and actually into guys? I still liked to look at women but I don't miss them, truth be told. Sergio is more than enough for me.
I lay down and I heard him sigh. “We're finally here, Stan. It finally gets to be just us.” He turned to me and his smile was radiant.
I leaned over and kissed him. “Yeah. Just us.” I looked around at the few other couples. I realized that there were two gay couples and one straight couple on towels. And, more to the point, they were naked. I looked at Sergio. “Is this the nude beach?”
He laughed and said, “Most beaches in Spain are kind of clothing optional, but I get your point. I think it is. Or at least one of them. There's a few beaches around Barcelona that are definitely nude. But this is mixed, which is interesting.”
I looked at one of the gay couples, who seemed to have been in the sun for decades. Their skin was a dark brown and not naturally, because their asses were much paler. Nice asses, too. I looked at Sergio and shrugged. “I guess when in Spain...” I slid my trunks off and lay down, enjoying the hot breeze on my body, washing over my cock and balls. It was such a relief. It was going to be difficult – hard, shall we say – to keep my cock from misbehaving. Sergio laughed, but tugged his bathing trunks off. I decided not to look at him so I could be well-behaved.
But the sun was doing its work so I decided to have a swim. I got up and ran, because the sand was a million degrees and then I waded into the waves. The water wasn't cool, but it felt nice after the blazing heat of the beach. When I started feeling pickled by the salt water, I ran back to our towels. I passed the other two men we had seen and as I got closer to them, I stopped suddenly. I could hardly believe it.
“Liam?
Liam sat up, shading his eyes against the glare. “Stanley McTavish! What the hell are you doing here?”
I hadn't seen him in years. I hadn't seen him since we finished our A levels. A few years before that, I set him up with his first boyfriend: Sergio. Remember? We were like fifteen. It wasn't much of a relationship in the end. They apparently kissed and fooled around a bit, according to Sergio, and Sergio had ended it in a couple of months. I remember that Liam was torn up about it.
I turned and yelled out to Sergio, “Guess who's here?”
Sergio sat up and squinted over at us. I could see the recognition on his face. He pulled himself up, jamming his feet into his sandals. When he made it over to us he looked at Liam with a complicated expression. “Hey, Liam. Nice to see you.”
I could tell that Sergio wasn't all that excited to see him again. The breakup had been a little dramatic as most breakups are at that age. Liam seemed less fussed. Probably because the guy beside him was stunning. Like, model-quality stunning. This guy sat up and said, “I think I've missed something...I'm Nathan.”
He stood up and formally shook our hands. I was a little distracted by the fact that he was nude. It wasn't that I wanted to fuck him since he wasn't really my type. And the fact that I now had a type in terms of men was still surprising to me. They were both kind of built guys that spent of a lot of time in the gym. Not over-built, but they both had healthy muscles in the arms and legs and not an iota of body fat that I could see.
I said, “We're here for three weeks.” I was aware I hadn't said for our honeymoon and I realized I wanted to protect it, to make it just about us. I was glad we had left our wedding rings at the hotel.
Liam looked at me and I could see a whole bunch of questions going through his mind. “You two...?”
Sergio laughed and put his arm around my shoulders. “Yeah.. I corrupted him. At my cousins's wedding.”
Liam smiled at me and said, “That's amazing! How did Carlos take it?”
I grinned at him, but then said, “Carlos is a prince. He was cool.” I looked at Nathan then said, “How long have you two been together?” It was obvious they were together. You can just tell, right?
Nathan said, “Two years. We met at the gym.”
It was so stereotypical I almost laughed. But I didn't. I'm not mean. But it was obvious those two spent a lot of time at the gym, so it made sense.
There was a silence that was increasingly awkward. I finally said, “How long are you here? We should have dinner or something.”
So we made arrangements to meet the following night for dinner which was apparently the last night they were in Barcelona. After we made our plan, they moved their towels and umbrella closer to us. Not too close, I was happy to see. It wasn't that I didn't like them, but I still wanted this time to be just about Sergio and me.
The four of us lay sheltered under our umbrellas for a while. But then Sergio nudged me with his elbow so I turned and looked into his beautiful chocolate-coloured eyes. He said, “You feel like taking a walk?”
Of course I knew what he was really saying. I said, “Sure, let's take a walk.”
We stood up and looked at the other two. They seemed to be dozing or at least their eyes were closed, so we got into our sandals and walked back to the rocks. There seemed to be gaps between the big stones that we could walk through. I felt a little strange walking around in the nude, but the feel of the air on my cock and my ass felt like silk and I could tell I would be hard in seconds if I wasn't careful.
It was kind of a maze, and it was cooler in the shade. We walked for a few minutes until we reached a another, even smaller beach that had palm trees growing along the back of it. There didn't seem to be any one else around.
Sergio pushed me up against a tree and we came together with some force, our cocks – already half-hard – slapped together. I kissed his neck and looked down between us at his big, uncut cock wrestling with my pale, cut one. I gasped when he slid his hand behind me, investigating my ass, running his fingers up between my butt cheeks. I got on my knees and took hold of that meaty thing he has and licked the head, nibbling on the foreskin. I leaned back and watched his pre-cum glinting in the sun. I sucked it up and kiss-sucked the head while jacking the base.
He was making some sounds above me which got louder when I inhaled the whole thing, the trimmed pubic hair tickling my nose. He was giving off this hot, steamy smell that was all Sergio. I pulled off him and kissed his soft belly, digging my tongue in his navel. I moved my mouth up and gently bit a nipple, fluttering my tongue all over the place. He pushed us down so we were on our knees and our mouths met again with more force. He was hungry and I wanted to feed him. I pushed him backward and turned so I could have it all. I pulled his cock into my mouth and felt him take hold of mine, letting me push into his throat.
We had been perfecting a good sixty-nine recently and each time it seemed to get better and better. I fucked down and he fucked up. His cock dug into my throat, but I was used to it. I wanted it. I wanted to take him any way he could give it to me. I pulled us so we were both lying on our sides and I could get my hands on his ass, pulling his dick even deeper. He was moaning into my cock and the vibrations of his voice on my aching shaft sent shivers up my spine.
I pulled off his cock, taking a breath, slowly stroking his wet, hard prick. I turned my head for a second, looking further up the beach and with a little shock, saw the really tanned dudes not that far away. They weren't paying any attention to us. One guy was standing facing a tree and his boyfriend was fucking him really slowly. I could see how big his cock was, ploughing the other guy's hole. It looked like a Sandor-sized dick. For a second, I felt really turned on and at the same time a bit annoyed that it wasn't just the two of us.
I said to Sergio, “Those other guys are over there fucking...”
Sergio let go of my cock and lifted his head. He shrugged and said, “That's kind of hot, don't you think? That we're sucking each other off and they're fucking and we're all enjoying this beautiful day?”
Maybe it's a Spanish thing, as if he was shrugging his shoulders and saying, “That's life. Isn't it grand?”
And it was kind of hot. I didn't want to join them, and I really didn't want them to join us, but I liked that we were close by and they must have seen us.
I went back to Sergio's cock, licking it from bottom to top. There was all this swampy heat coming off it and then I stuck my nose in his balls and inhaled all that sweaty tang. My guy smells the best. He began to suck and jack me with more energy so I followed suit, squeezing his thick shaft, running my tongue over the head, under the ridge, sliding my hand firmly up and down the length. I realized I didn't want to fuck, I just wanted his cum. We had three weeks. We had time for everything.
I also kept imagining the two guys looking at us, maybe stroking their big cocks, getting off on us getting off. That was a surprise to me. I had never thought that being watched could be so exciting.
I felt Sergio's hips starting to join in, and I let him fuck my mouth while I massaged his balls, rolling them around my fingers. I reached around and ran my fingers over his asshole, pressing and teasing. He was fully jacking my cock with his mouth and it was hard to concentrate. I shut my eyes and let him take over, letting his long cock push into my throat but managing to do the same to him. It felt like we had one cock and one mouth between us – as strange as that sounds – but it worked. My pleasure was his pleasure. My cum, when it began to spurt into his mouth, was his cum, which blasted all over my tongue, running back into my throat. I savoured all that sweet, pungent stuff that I was happy to suck out of him any time of day or night.
I swallowed and swallowed some more. He must have been saving it or something, because he kept shooting his tangy juice into my mouth. I growled and he moaned, taking my cum, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth, his hands gripping my ass. We were both fucking each other's faces and making all kinds of noise. I felt his cum run out of the corner of my mouth as I pulled his cock as deep as I could. He finally stopped moving, his dick still, but still twitching, still drooling. My nose was pressed into his short pubes. I could feel his sweaty skin and the musk of his body exudes when he's in fuck mode. My Sergio.
Finally, I had to take a breath. I pulled my head off him and leaned back, breathing heavily. I felt him do the same. He sat up and pulled himself around and we lazily kissed for a while. We stroked each other's cocks really slowly, enjoying their slick, hot surfaces. We somehow were still half-hard, but I felt sated. I looked up at the two guys just in time to see one of them on his knees while the other jacked huge load all over his face.
I grinned and turned to Sergio. “I think we inspired them. How hot is that?”
He laughed and ran his finger over the head of my cock which was still oozing cum. He brought his finger to my mouth and I sucked it for a while. Then he said, “That was really fun, Stan. I love it when we do that outdoors. And I kind of like having an audience. Is that weird?”
I kissed his nose and said, “I was worried you would think I was weird. I guess we both like to show off.”
He slowly stood up and stretched. “We should get back to our stuff.”
I turned and gave the two guys a wave. I could see them grinning at us. Everyone had fun.
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We met Liam and Nathan at this really cool restaurant off La Rambla. It was basically a big outdoor space with big trees and soft lights everywhere. There were lots of people and everyone was dressed really stylishly, in the way that many Europeans do. And Sergio, who comes from a Spanish family after all, was all done up in tight black pants and a soft linen shirt with little blue splotches on it. He looked fantastic. At this point in our relationship, he dresses me. I have no fashion sense. It's amazing I've attracted any guys, much less him. He put me in some nice jeans with a light green satiny shirt that, if I do say so myself, looked pretty sexy. He sucked me off for a while in the hotel room before we left, so I think it was working.
The other two beefy guys looked more like stereotypical gay Brits. Tight canvas shorts, skin-tight t-shirts that did everything to show off their beefy bodies.
Once we had some wine, Liam asked, “So when did you two get together? I mean, it's kind of a shock that Stan is with a guy.”
I felt stupid, but Sergio took over. He said, all sweetness, “He was clearly waiting for the right moment.” He looked at me and took my hand. “And I found the right moment.”
My face was red, but it was nice to hear. I took a big sip of wine and just then the server arrived with bread and olives and a few tapas. And tapas continued arriving through our conversation as Sergio kept ordered more and more.
Liam looked at me after putting down his wine and said, “I would never have guessed you would be into guys, Stan.”
I laughed. He was right, of course. “It was a surprise to me, let me tell you. Sergio had to do some work to get me to cross to the dark side, as it were.”
Nathan turned to me and smiled. “So what do you do?”
“I teach adolescents how to play cricket and then I teach them how to use their brains.”
Liam laughed and said, “I knew it. You always seemed to have a teacher's energy. Look what you did for Sergio!”
Now it was Sergio's turn to look embarrassed. He actually looked a little annoyed when he said, “It's not like I didn't know I liked guys. No offence, Stan.”
I took his hand and kissed it. I knew what he was saying. He was telling Liam to fuck off. But I think Liam got it. He took a swig of wine and mumbled, “We were both so young.”
Nathan clearly decided to change the subject. “Who wants more of those shrimp?”
The rest of the meal was peaceful and the tension of that moment faded away. When the bill was paid, we made our way out of the restaurant. We walked down La Rambla with a bunch of other people who had just finished dinner. The air was warm and a little damp and there was a nice breeze blowing off the sea. Nathan stopped at one point and I realized we were standing in front of a hotel.
He put his hand on Liam's shoulder and said, “I need to sleep. Why don't you guys keep walking...good night. It was a pleasure to meet you.”
We all hugged and Nathan went into the hotel. I wondered about it for a second, not really understanding. But after we had walked a little further, away from La Rambla, we found ourselves in Placa de Joan Fiveller, a big park with statues and nice trees. We stopped at a fountain and then I looked at Sergio and could tell he was done.
I turned to Liam and said, “Well...I think we need to get to our hotel. It's just south of here.”
Liam looked at both of us for a second. He said, “Which one?”
Sergio looked a little embarrassed, but said, “Hotel Arts...”
Liam whistled and said, “Are you guys on your honeymoon, or something?” We didn't say anything and Liam said, “Oh...you are! Congratulations. Nice hotel.” He stopped, reached out, and ran his hand up my chest, all soft and seductive. “I wonder if I can come and see your room.”
I got it. Liam and Nathan had that kind of relationship. The one that Sergio and I decided we didn't have. Even if we had that kind of arrangement, Liam was not that guy. Sergio, ever the gentleman, said, “No, thanks, Liam. We're just going to sleep.”
To give Liam all the credit he was gracious and took both of our hands and kissed them. He was really sweet when he said, “Enjoy yourselves, you two.” He looked at Sergio. “You deserve it.”
What a sweet guy. I said, “Have a good trip home. It was nice to see you again.”
He grinned and wandered off into the night. I had no doubt that he would find someone to have fun with, but it wasn't us. We walked into the hotel and made our way up to the top floor. It's embarrassing, but we had the biggest suite in the place. Sergio is a Crown Prosecutor, remember? He makes a lot more money than I do. I'm used to it now.
Neither of us wanted sex and it seemed neither of us was ready to sleep. We took off our clothes and snuggled into a sofa that, when I opened the sliding glass doors, was mostly outside. We could hear seagulls, smell the Mediterranean. I whispered into Sergio's ear because we were in Spain, and because he's from a Spanish family, and because it was true, “Te amo.” You know what that means, don't you?
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