I moved to Torbay in March, to prepare myself for the upcoming season. Meeting with Jon, the General Manager, he had read through my resume, and decided I could cover whenever staff were off sick. Otherwise, I would run the entertainment for teenagers and do the bingo calling. I thought it a little too much, but agreed.
I went to find my caravan, on the other side of the site, in an area set for staff. I unpacked and put a few bits and bobs up to make it feel more homely. Settling down with a coffee, relaxing in my underwear after the journey, there was a knock on the door, and I answered it to Sam, the entertainment manager. I apologizes for my dress, but he just shook my hand. I invited him in. Only in his 30s, a jovial man, I took to him straight away. We sat at the table and he explained that he wanted me to liven things up a bit, and get the guests more involved. He then said he'd had a testimonial from Derek, who said I was excellent in 'other areas', as well. "Perhaps, once you've settled in, you'd like to pop over for a glass of wine. So it was, that evening, Sam invited me into his place. He drew me into a kiss and squeezed my butt, "You're gorgeous", he muttered to himself, as he led me to the sofa and gave me a glass of red. We chatted about my apprenticeship, and I found myself telling him about some of my sexy adventures. He stroked my thigh. Putting our glasses down, we fell into an embrace. Our tops came off, he was quite hirsute, a thick mat covering his body, disappearing into his waistband. He skillfully unbuttoned my jeans with one hand, and we were both soon naked. On the bed, he took control, kissing down my body and giving me oral. Turning me over, he lifted my hips and his tongue found my hole. I hadn't had sex for a few weeks, so willingly gave myself to him. His tongue was replaced by his cock. I groaned as I pushed back, sliding onto him. We rolled onto our sides, giving me a chance to get a hand on myself, but I didn't wank as I wanted to last a bit longer. He gripped my waist and fucked deep. His speed steadily increased. As I hadn't shagged for a while, I was desperate to last, but my balls tightened, and I spilled out over my leg. With a few more thrusts, he filled my bowels. Once recovered, we went back to the wine. "I think we're gonna get along fine", he said as I was leaving.
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I introduced darts and pool competitions. Then I remembered the beauty contests. It took a few weeks to get them going, but it was worth it to see the hotties in their Speedos and underwear. It resulted in a few flings. My sex life was back on track.
In June, Luuk and Jan came to stay. I picked them up from Exeter airport, stopping off on the way home for a pub lunch and a catch up. Unfortunately, I had to work quite a lot, but my mornings were free. We had wild threesomes most mornings and I would go to work with a leaking bum. On my day off, we went to Petitor nudist beach near Torquay and enjoyed letting it loose, as we had in Croatia. It was to become a lifelong friendship, with me visiting the Netherlands many times. We never tired of each others bodies.
By the end of the season, I had moved in with Sam, although it was very much an open relationship, which suited both of us.
And that, dear readers, is the end of my story. I hope it's given you some hard times. XX
