Authors Note: Part 2 of 6 of a slow burn story. New chapters will release weekly. Sit back, unzip, and enjoy.
Morning
The cool of early morning gently rustled the curtain. The linen sheets draped his skinny form like a second skin. His alarm had gone off ten minutes ago, and still he hadn’t moved. The events of the night before were playing in his head.
He had spied, intruded on his boss, a family friend no less, masturbating like a teenager in heat. And he’d enjoyed it. Fuck, had he enjoyed it.
But now low key panic joined the thrill of the memory. What if James has seen him? What if he had cameras and some security guard had watched in horror sending an outraged email to his boss?
He’d go ballistic, wouldn’t he? Throw him out, tell his parents what a little pervert their only son truly was.
Alex sat up, and shook the thought away. No, it was stupid to think like that. He had to think logically. There were almost certainly no cameras, it was a nudist retreat afterall. Wouldn’t people object to CCTV? And a security guard in some secret control room? The stuff of spy movies.
Still, as he rose for the day, he worried.
Getting up was a strange experience, because for once he wasn’t getting dressed. His clothes hung on the rack, ornamental in function. His dick was solid, as usual, but he ignored it. He had a job to do.
James was already in the courtyard, sat eating toast with a jug of orange juice and a cereal box beside him.
“Morning, dude!” he shouted, eyes dropping to the prominent erection Alex was trying to hide with his hands.
“I remember that. Every fucking morning until I was in my late twenties. Enjoy it whilst it lasts,” he said, and winked comically.
Smiling, Alex released his member, and sat down.
“Sleep well?” James asked, the crunch of toast interrupting the thrum of unfamiliar bird song.
If it were a test, Alex couldn’t tell.
“Like a log.”
James smiled and gestured to eat.
They spoke little, as drink and food were devoured, and the morning sun's lazy rays heated their bodies.
“Right then, I suppose we should get to work, eh? I’ll clear up here, you go shower, and we’ll meet in twenty by your cabin,” James rose and began to clear away breakfast.
Alex did as he was told, and headed toward the shower block. As he passed the remnants of last night's dinner, he stopped in his tracks. The dried, silver sheen of his load streaked the wall outside James’s cabin.
Fuck.
He turned to see if James had noticed, but the man was squatting on the floor, brushing up spilled cornflakes, his balls dangling.
What should he do? Try and find some way to frantically clean it before the older man looked up and saw it? Or what if he’d already seen it?
No, this was that panic again. He had to stay logical. He continued to the showers, hoping his dried spunk would remain a secret long enough for him to come up with a plan.
He made a beeline for the toilets first, passing the beautifully tiled showers. He was considering the problem of leaving a wet mark on the wall after any cleaning efforts, when the sight in front of him made him stop dead.
To his left was a tiled wall with a gutter at the base. A very basic, old fashioned group urinal with a cistern above it. But it was what was to his right that shocked him. In place of cubicles stood a raised platform with a series of polished planks, with three holes cut into them, and toilet rolls on holders between them.
These were the toilets? Fucking compost toilets? And not just that but…communual. No dividers? He felt his stomach drop.
The nudity was one thing but this? Shutting his eyes tight, he tried to process yet another reality he had to deal with. One thing at a time, he told himself. He climbed on the platform, thankful no guests were around, and after some experimentation, realised he had to squat.
The shower was cold. At first he thought it would warm up, but after a while waiting, he realised that, like the toilets, they were meant to be basic. Swearing, he darted under the water, and tried to wash quickly. It was so cold he barely even registered the strangeness of showering naked outdoors, let alone had the bandwidth to plan how to scrub away his midnight peepshow.
Using the soap dispenser and his hands, he scrubbed as best he could as fast as he could, before emerging into the rising heat of the sun. There was no point in towels, here.
He stood a moment, letting the rivulets of water pour from his now deflated dong and cold fingers. Perhaps if he waited until they were doing chores and could make some excuse to head back for a few minutes, he could scrub away the evidence.
Realising he would have to be opportunistic, as well as patient, he returned to the courtyard, trying to forget the toilets and focus on his task.
But when he returned James wasn’t alone.
“Olá!” the newcomer shouted, an arm around James’s waist.
Unlike the two of them he was dressed in shorts and a vest. Alex instinctively covered himself up.
“I told you,” James said wryly to his companion.
“Sim, sim!” the man answered, eyes rolling.
He was a little shorter than Alex, with jet black hair and deep brown eyes. His skin was naturally tanned, and his body muscular in a way only the gym could produce. He was younger than James, maybe 30, 35 at a push.
The man looked him over once, and then said something to James he didn’t understand.
“Comportar-se,” James muttered in a warning tone.
Fuck, had they already found his cum stain?
“Alex, Luis, Luis, Alex,” James gestured between them, “Luis is my partner, and our business manager. Alex is our new odd job boy, he’ll be with us all summer.”
Luis, who was clean shaven yet sported an impressive 5 o’clock shadow, smiled broadly.
“Nice to meet you, Alex,” and offered his hand.
Alex, aware he was still cupping his junk, felt rude shaking it, yet Luis either hadn’t made the connection or didn’t care, and held his hand in mid air. Alex shook it, and almost fell over as Luis dragged him into a hug.
“Welcome!” he said warmly, and slapped him on the back, “Welcome! It is good to have you.”
Released, he forced a polite smile, “Thanks.”
“You’ll have to excuse Luis’s attire, he’s been visiting family in the city.”
“How rude of me!” Luis said, as if in revelation and began to strip there and then.
Alex and James watched as the vest and shorts came off, revealing an impressive physique. His chest and stomach were shaved, his pecs developed but not obscenely so, and a pair of lines traced down from his hips to his equally shaved groin, where a thick cock hung over a pair of low hanging balls. They were framed by two, tree trunk thighs.
“That's better!” he exclaimed, as James playfully slapped him on the arse.
“Comportar-se,” Luis said, his sarcasm clear even to Alex.
A hungry look crossed James’s face for the barest moment, before he clapped his hands together and faced them both.
“Right then, let’s get to work, shall we?”
Chores
Whilst they wore nothing in the compound proper, out in the grounds shoes were a requirement, as were gloves and aprons depending on the task. Today they were pruning various trees and shrubs back, sculpting and reducing the early spring growth that threatened to take over one of the numerous trails that led to the sea.
James was in the apron, busy using a pair of shears to chop and trim, whilst Alex and Luis, in gloves, carried the remnants into a wheelbarrow. Taking turns, they each wheeled the cuttings to a compost heap by one of the outbuildings.
It was harder work than he’d expected. The sun was beating down hard, and sweat was pouring down his naked form. He hoped his suntan lotion was working.
On his third trip back from the heap, Luis offered him a bottle.
“Hydrate!” he said, “You’re sweating so much already.”
“I’m okay,” he said, knocking the water back.
Luis watched him, his eyes scanning his body as he drank. It was an unusual feeling, one that made him feel even more naked than he already was.
“We will get you a good tan before summer starts,” he said, and one of his hands gently brushed the point of Alex’s hip bone.
Alex shuddered, though not in disgust. No one had ever touched him there before.
“Come, James has moved to the clearing.”
They walked a minute, following the sound of shears. James was down a small trail, now littered with branches and leaves, the hint of a clearing peeking from behind the boughs now being cut away.
“A small spring begins here, and feeds a stream that allows all of this to grow,” Luis said, as if sensing the need to explain the sudden greenery, “There are many such places along the coast.”
Another half hour of clearing followed, all the time they moved further and further from the compound.
He had to get that stain off. Finally, their work slowing and the shade providing much needed relief, he made to leave.
“I need to go pee, I’ll be right back,” he said to them both.
Luis looked at James in confusion.
“Where is he going?”
James just shook his head.
“No need for that, lad,” he said, “Just go here.”
Alex cursed himself for not thinking of that. He’d never been one for pissing outdoors, even on camping trips.
“I, erm,” he stammered, “I’ll only be a minute.”
James pulled his apron aside, grabbed his cock, and aimed into the undergrowth. Alex stood stock still as an arc of almost clear piss hit the leaves below.
“Go on,” James said, his eyes fixed on Alex as he continued to empty his bladder, “No need to be shy.”
“I really would rather just, you know,” he tried again.
James was about to speak when Luis, a glint in his eye, spoke up.
“I could use the toilet myself, I’ll come with you.”
The thought of going into those toilets with another person immediately caused Alex to rethink. Without a word he turned to the side, aimed his flaccid dick and let loose.
“Good lad,” James said approvingly.
Luis, however, walked past, shrugged as if in disappointment, then ventured back toward the compound. Alex couldn’t help but look at the man’s dimpled glutes flex and clench.
“I’ll never get tired of that view,” his boss mused, before returning to shearing.
Alex could see why.
Evening
The evening came quicker than the day before. His muscles ached, and his skin, despite multiple applications of suncream, had taken on a rosy tone.
With half the paths cleared and the sky turning pink, James, himself drenched in sweat, declared the work day done. Luis, who had been largely quiet for the last few hours, pulled the older man into a sideways hug.
“About time!” he said, and smiling at James gestured toward the sea, “Shall we go for a swim? The water will do you good.”
James, nodding, invited Alex.
“He’s not wrong, the cold water will help that burn.”
But Alex, finally seeing his chance, declined.
“I’m tired, I think I’ll just take a nap.”
Luis shrugged, “Sweet dreams.”
It took Alex fifteen minutes to make it back to the villa. Despite being alone, his heart was still racing as he reached the wall. The stain was still there, though the sun seemed to have bleached the tell tale semen shine. Grabbing a rag from the kitchen, he made short work of the evidence.
Relieved at last, he laughed for the first time since he’d arrived in Portugal. The last two days had been crazy. Here he was, cock and balls out, shearing shrubs and spying on family friends blowing loads, and getting paid for it. Slumping into a sun lounger, he revelled in his sudden light heartedness, chuckling occasionally to himself. If only his friends could see him now.
He sort of missed them. Most of them were heading to university in the coming months and were busy imagining their lives in new cities and towns, but here he was, in the buff, already having an adventure. It was still weird, still strange, and frankly more than a bit uncomfortable at times, but it wasn’t dull. Absentmindedly playing with his dick, he wondered how the next few months would play out.
Suddenly feeling bold, he decided to join the two older men afterall, and slipping his sandals back on, headed toward the hidden beach.
The walk down to the shore was pleasant and he was sort of getting used to the bounce of his dick and balls, though at times he still felt the need to grab them as he went.
Finally, he reached the top of the cliffs. Beneath him, maybe 5 metres down, was a cove of sand littered with rocks. It was a small beach, maybe only 30 metres across, and as far back, but it was sheltered on three sides by black rock. He could see why it was perfect for the villa.
A rough hewn staircase led the way, a rope fence providing protection. But before he began to head down, he spotted the two men, and stopped in his tracks.
They weren’t in the sea, though by the sheen on them both they had likely emerged from it not long ago.
Luis was bent over a rock, his hands gripping the black edge, his legs bent, knees pressed in the sand, as James, hands tight on the younger man's hips, drove his erect cock deep into his arse. Alex's own member went from soft to solid in seconds, until it was pointing at the pair as if in accusation.
Fuck. He’d never seen anyone, well, fucking before. At least not in person. He’d once walked in on his dad stroking one out, but that was years ago and the man had, thankfully, not noticed. But this, this was altogether hotter.
From this angle, Alex could make out the swing of Luis' own dick, slapping against his stomach and then swinging down toward the sand, his hairless muscles taut, his body swaying as James slammed into his pert arse cheeks over and over.
James was working up a sweat. His dick, long and thick, was angled downward, his legs bent forward, his tip toes splayed in the sand for leverage. His own darkly tanned glutes were flexing, as he thrust down over and over, his jaw fixed in determination.
Alex was torn between getting closer, and withdrawing before he was caught. But his dick, now demanding the attention of his hand, drew him closer. He crept along the cliffs, changing his view, until he was behind the two men. From here he could see Luis balls swinging, and James hole, hairy between his cheeks, wink with every fuck. So too could the heavy breathing of the two men finally be heard.
Crouching into the long grass, Alex stroked his cock, biting down on his lip.
This was so fucking hot. Even better than his stolen show last night. He could already feel the premature surge of semen building at the base of his manhood.
James' pace quickened, as did the sounds of slapping and grunting. Sweat was running down his back in rivulets now, the tracks pulling the hair of his arse into pleasing patterns. Then, suddenly, the man hunched over, tensed, his twin mounds turning to granite, as his hole began to open and close. It took Alex a second to realise what was happening. James was pumping his seed into Luis.
The deep, instinctive grunt the man released as he nutted sent Alex over the edge, and angling his cock toward the ground, watched as shots of virginal spunk squirted at speed, so hard he watched them splatter and skid across the black rock.
Lightheaded, he watched the two men decouple, and kiss. James' hand wrapped around Luis hard on, which whilst handsome, was not as physically impressive as his partner. Luis apparently didn’t care, and batted the hand away.
Both laughing, the two men bounded toward the spray, leaving Alex to enjoy the lingering shots of cum his cock was still emptying out.
Suddenly realising how exposed he was, he quickly headed back toward the villa, leaving behind pools of cum and a very satisfied pair of lovers.
This place was strange as hell. In two days he’d become a nudist and a peeping Tom, and as much as he didn’t want to be caught, he had to admit as the shade of the trees began to cool him down, that he was, sort of, enjoying himself.
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