Christmas is a strange time for us, neither of us have completely come out to our parents, though they have probably guessed by now. We spend Christmas Day with Chris's family and Boxing Day with mine. New Year's Eve we party with some straight friends. The early weeks of the new year are the quietest times for us, so this is when we take our holiday. Usually we go to Gran Canaria, but thought we'd try Sitges, in southern Spain for a change, and booked into the gay, clothing optional Elite hotel. We were shown to our adjoining rooms by Paulo, a handsome Spaniard with flawless olive skin and an uncut knob. Our rooms looked out onto the swimming pool, where naked guys were still sunbathing in the early evening sunshine. Chris and I stayed in our room, but Zac and Ali went to join in the fun and were soon splashing in the water. We met them in the bar for a drink, then turned in after what had been a tiring journey.
The following morning we showered and met the boys in the restaurant for breakfast and decide how the holiday should pan out. We all agreed that we could shag around, as long as our partners were with us. After breakfast, we went back to our room until it warmed up, but didn't have sex incase something else cropped up. By 11.00 it was warm enough and joined the other sunseekers by the pool. Zac and Ali went to the far side as they didn't want people thinking we were together, even though we were. A short while later, Zac and Ali were chatting with a bronzed Adonis, and after five minutes they left with him, giving us the thumbs up. It wasn't permitted to have sex in public. I had dozed off, and was woken by my thigh being stroked. I looked up to see a smiling face. He leaned over and kissed me, then kissed Chris as well. We took him back to our room. Inside, we had a three-way kiss and then collapsed onto the bed. We kissed and cuddled, ending with us each having a cock in our mouth until he mounted me. I drew my legs up and gave myself to him. With him satisfied, I licked him clean and Chris took over making true love to me. I came unaided. Back by the pool, Zac and Ali had also returned. That night Chris reaffirmed his love for me, making gentle love to me again.
The following morning dawned bright and sunny. We met Zac and Ali, who said they were meeting up with Paulo and a friend. Once it was warm enough we laid by the pool again. After a while, a couple of Germans came over, one of them in particular, had a dong between his legs. They spoke little English, but the language of sex is universal. We followed them back to their room. Inside, they made a bee line for Chris. I sat and watched my boyfriend make out with the guys. They writhed together until Chris had one cock in him and another in his mouth. They swapped back and forth while I played with myself. The session lasted nearly an hour. I'd already cum a long time ago.
We settled into the hedonistic life style, enjoying the scenery and impromptu sex. Again we met up with Zac and Ali for dinner. they said they'd had a great time with Paolo and his mate, and had been both fucked and been fucked. Perhaps we should try them.
Over the far side of the pool was a slim, barely legal (you had to be 18 to stay there), reading a book and occasionally looking around, boredom on his face. We thought we'd cheer him up. He was Dutch, on holiday trying to get over a break up. We both put an arm round him and I kissed him on the cheek. The response was immediate, turning to kiss me on the lips and stroke my thigh. We took him back to our room. There, I once again watched as my boyfriend kissed, cuddled, and made love to him in several positions. Having bred him, the lad wasn't satisfied, and beckoned me over. I'm not much one for topping, somewhat clumsy, but when needs must, I'm up for the challenge. I lay on my back and he straddled me, jerking and blowing his load, while I put my cum in him. We lounged around until he said he was ready to go again. I wasn't up for it, but Chris was happy to oblige. It took a long time, but eventually, the boy was bred again, and Chris shot his second load.
The following day we met up with another English couple, a good bit older than us, but still fit as fuck. Mark and his partner Ian were celebrating Ian's 40th birthday, and invited us to join them for a few drinks in the evening. I spent the day with a semi again, almost willing the time away. We met in the bar at 8pm, where they were drinking champagne. We gave them a polite kiss and ordered another bottle. By 10pm I was a little tipsy, and very randy, when they invited us back to their room. There wasn't much room on the bed for four horny guys, but somehow we managed, and for once I was the centre of attention, which I lapped up. Ian fucked me first, with my legs apart, he took long, slow strokes to make it last. With his cum bubbling out of me. I licked him clean. Mark took over, fucking me doggy. He kept pulling out, teasing my hole, and slamming back in. He came over my back, and licked up his own cum and again I licked him clean. It was Chris's turn. By now we were used to, and enjoyed playing to an audience. Chris is an excellent lover, and showed off his repertoire. They stayed the night and shagged me again in the morning.
Back to the pool for a rest, and a day off to give my ass a chance to recover, though I gave Chris a blow job in the evening to keep him satisfied. Next day we had been splashing in the pool, and were now relaxing in the sunshine. Collecting glasses and serving drinks was an olive skinned beauty. I ordered drinks just to get his attention. When he arrived, I asked him if he would be up for some fun at the end of his shift. He looked us up and down, and agreed, saying that he finished work at 5pm and would come to our room as soon as he'd showered. Again, I spent the afternoon clock (not cock) watching, waiting for 5pm. At 4.30 we went and showered ourselves, then lay on the bed with the door ajar. At 5.30. there was a knock on the door, and Ingles came in, smelling of aftershave. We gave him a kiss and led him to the bed. I thought I would be watching Chris fuck him, but Ingles had other ideas. "I fuck both of you", he said in broken English. We climbed on the bed and made out for ages, with Ingles taking a lot of time rimming us. We then had to get on all fours. He started with Chris, shagging him for a while before turning his attention to me. Back to Chris, and so on, until he finally bred Chris. I thought I was going to miss out, but without missing a beat, turned me onto my back and mounted me, holding my right leg in the air. The fact that he had only just cum didn't seem to bother him, he pounded away until I too was bred. Then he ordered Chris to fuck me, something he was only too willing to do. He showed off his prowess and I was the happy recipient as he banged away, breeding me again, while I jerked. We went to the bar for wine, then Ingles insisted on coming back with us and staying the night. "I like your ass, and I want it again". I did not complain. We were in bed by 10.30, where he took great delight in having me straddle him. He thrust hard up into me and bred me again, while Chris and I kissed. The insatiable man had me again in the middle of the night, and once more in the morning. This time Chris fucked me as well. He kissed us both, and left for work.
The last day we tried to keep ourselves to ourselves, but two new Danish arrivals had other ideas. They hit on us and we reluctantly followed them back to their bedroom. Once there, they wanted to perform for us. They flip fucked several times before lying on their backs and wanking. They then asked us to do the same. We were so worked up, we happily agreed, and they watched as Chris went through his repertoire. Like them, we lay on our backs and jerked. The boys laid beside us, and tossed for a second time.
The following day we had to go home. It felt strange wearing clothes again. We were both knackered and looking forward to getting home for a rest!
