Authors Note: Part 3 of 6 of a slow burn story. New chapters will release weekly. Sit back, unzip, and enjoy.
The Pool
The morning air, even in his little cabin, was warm. His thighs and hole already a little sweaty. His phone told him it was a little past 9. He’d slept in on James’s suggestion. Today would be a later start with a shorter work period, but no less intense.
The night before had ended much the same as the previous. They had dined al fresco, this time treated to a cooked meal by James, who it turned out was also the main chef for the villa when the season would begin. Luis had joked that his cooking was something of an embarrassment to the nation, and best left in the hands of the English immigrant.
Luis, he had learned, was not only James' partner and business manager, but a keen football fan, and had waxed lyrical about the UK Premier League to Alex, even after Alex had said he wasn’t much bothered by the sport. Truth be told he hadn’t minded. He’d been mesmerised that this beautiful, golden skinned man, naked but for sandals, sat within touching distance of him.
The way he moved, the way his muscles flexed, the dusting of shaved hairs across his chest, the pertness of his brown nipples, and a smile that was infectious. He was just so effortlessly sexy.
He and James had spoken most of the night, Alex still a little withdrawn on the edges. But he was finding that wine and time were beginning to loosen his tongue, and he’d gone to bed that night tired but satisfied.
Now, as he stretched and lounged under the twisted linen, he enjoyed a brief moment to remember the animal rutting of the two men on the beach, and absentmindedly grabbed at his semi. But he was more in need of a piss than a fat wank, and begrudgingly left his cabin.
Outside the sun shone unmolested, and the courtyard lay empty. The half open linen curtain of James and Luis cabin showed only gloom within, and he padded, naked as the day he was born, toward the toilet block.
If anything was something of a difficulty for him, then this was it. He could get used to being constantly naked, the heat whilst he worked, the light musky smell of other men as they sweated cheek by cheek. But he would never get used to the toilets.
Passing the beautiful tile work of the outdoor showers, he opened the door into the toilet block, and headed for the trough urinal.
The room was gloomy, with little windows just below the roof, leading to shafts of light illuminating drifting dust. Hurrying for the trough urinal, he quickly unleashed a heavy stream of piss, and flung his head back in relief.
“Looks like you needed that,” an amused voice said from the back of the room.
It was James.
Alex suddenly felt deeply uncomfortable. Not because he was naked and unleashing the content of his bladder on full display, but because the man must have been using the squat compost toilets. The ones without any dividers or doors.
He forced his stream out harder.
“Yeah, just a morning routine, you know?” his voice cracking a little, much to his embarrassment.
“Same,” the man said. And somehow, Alex knew he was smiling.
Done, he was forced to turn toward James to head to the door, trying to keep his eyes down.
But just as he closed in on the little latch, the man called out his name.
Desperately trying to keep his eyes down, he let his hand fall from the door.
James coughed deliberately, and forced Alex to look at him.
The man stood, a mop in his hands, cleaning the floor.
Alex almost laughed in relief.
“Forgetting something?” James said, nodding toward the sink.
“Oh yeah,” he said, a new grin on his face, and hurriedly washed his hands.
“I know it's different than what you or, to be honest, most anyone is used to,” the older man said, continuing to mop the floor, “but the purpose of this place is to break down barriers and make people less not more self conscious.”
Alex nodded, feeling amused and relieved in equal measure.
“That being said,” James continued, his voice even, though a tinge sympathetic, “If you really want privacy, there are some more conventional facilities in the main house.”
He looked to see the older man dumping the water and putting the bucket away.
“Come on, let’s shower.”
The cold spray definitely woke him up, much to Jame’s laughter. Yet another thing he’d need to adjust to. Although he reckoned he’d have a better shot with the cold water shower than the rather public men's room. Still, it was probably good advice.
Both wet, they padded back toward the courtyard, where they were greeted with the pleasing form of Luis swimming lengths.
He and James both stopped to admire the view, neither saying a word. The pool was delightfully transparent, the sun not yet hitting the ripples and undulations in such a way as to obscure the man’s shoulders or round arse with a pesky shine.
“Shall we join him?”
James cocked an eyebrow, and to his surprise, he felt the man's calloused hand lightly push his arse gently forward. The contact was electric. It was like a switch had been flicked, and that switch was directly connected to his rapidly lengthening cock. Embarrassed that James might see, he jumped in, letting the cool water envelop and hide him.
Soon, all three men were in the pool, swimming and chatting. The cold quickly took care of his erection, and he relaxed, as an inflatable ball was procured from a basket. They were forced to jump to bat the thing to each other, often causing James’s and Alex’s dick and balls to flop against their stomachs. Luis, who was shorter, avoided it, but Alex enjoyed watching him swim to gather the ball up whenever it overshot, and he may have even started to strike it with more power.
James and Luis began to wrestle in the water. Laughter rang out, as Alex watched the splashing as one, then other, would vanish beneath water in a spray. After a while, as neither seemed to gain the upperhand, the two men called a truce, only to mischievously, turn toward him.
Realising what they were planning, he turned to pull himself out of the water, only for a pair of arms to grab his waist, brushing the base of his dong, and drag him backwards into the pool.
Spluttering, he emerged, the dazzling smile of Luis, greeting him.
“Behind you,” he said, just in time to feel James wrap his arms around his chest.
Struggling, he managed to slip free, only for Luis to drag him by his foot into his own embrace.
The wrestling went on for a while, Alex improving as they went, laughing as he struggled or even, occasionally, succeeded in grabbing one of them.
It was as he wrapped his legs around James, waist and arms around his shoulders that he realised he was solid, and the older man would 100% feel it. Yet he didn’t let go.
Eventually, they slowed and broke for a break, all three breathing heavily and smiling ear to ear.
“I think I need a nap!”
“Old man,” Luis said, teasingly.
“Young upstart,” his partner retorted.
James waded toward the shallows, and vanished into their cabin.
Now he was alone with Luis for the first time. His erection now so big it hurt.
Luis drifted toward him.
“He’ll be asleep for an hour. I wish I could sleep like he does.”
He got closer.
“Did you sleep well?”
As he spoke Alex jumped as something brushed the sensitive glands of his engorged cock.
He couldn’t help but stare at Luis, who chuckled softly.
“Ah, I see I am not the only one who is excited,” he said, biting his lower lip, looking down between them.
Through the lap of the water, he made out their solid members, bobbing and duelling.
Luis cock had touched his. Was touching his.
“I-I’m sorry,” came his automatic response.
“You are so English,” Luis said, “It’s natural. Don’t apologise for what is natural.”
Alex watched as Luis wrapped his hand around his own dick, and then, gently, swung his cock through the water until their heads rubbed against each other.
That electric current was back, only this time he’d discovered another switch. He let Luis stroke his head over his own, back and forth, until his balls were tight and his breathing hard.
Then, he stopped, and positioned his cock side-by-side with Alex’s own.
“It’s also natural to compare with other men,” he said, just as Alex collided with the side of the pool.
“You win,” Luis smiled.
And with that he swam away, climbed out of the pool, flashed Alex one final smile, and headed to his cabin.
It was only then that he realised he was grinning himself.
Revelations
Quickly returning to his cabin, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. So turned on that he even wrapped the soft material around his cock and jacked into it for a while. If he was going to be dry he may as well enjoy the sensation.
Flopping on to his bed, his hands immediately shot south, his left pulling on his balls, the right weaving through his thick brown pubes and around his throbbing meat.
He hadn’t needed to wank this hard since he’d been forced to share a room with two of his cousins on a family holiday.
His hand began to stroke up and down, watching mesmerised as the foreskin slid back and forth over his fat glands.
Luis’s cock had touched his. He’d rubbed that smooth uncut Portuguese dick over his, making both of them let out little breaths. He’d felt the man’s heat as he did it. Could smell his breath.
Fuck. His dick was so hard now. It was throbbing to the point of hurting. Still, he teased it, working it like a pro. And if he was a pro at anything in life it was this.
He could go for hours without unloading, dragging out the sensations until his balls were begging him to shoot and his cock was swollen. His record was 8 hours, and the load had been like a fountain, soaking him, his chair and his feet.
He’d shot his spunk in every toilet cubicle in college, tagging them like an animal.
He’d dumped a load after every swimming lesson at the leisure centre.
He’d even become the master of a surreptitious stroke. Only the month before he’d unloaded into his boxers during a particularly boring science exam, managing to keep his movement slow and controlled. Though he had struggled to mask his little grunts, and the boy next to him had given him a funny look.
Now, a dick, another dick, had been next to him. The skin, the ridges.
Not only that, but he had been bigger. Thicker and bigger. His big fat cock had won. He’d been the bigger boy, the bigger man.
Fuck that was hot.
He replayed it over and over, his cock lubed by a steady stream of precum. The gentle slap of skin and rustle of linen curtain the background to his own heavy breaths.
Then he remembered James. The weight of his balls, the dark hair on his arse, the strength of his arms, and of course the feeling of his cock pressed into the man's back. As they’d wrestled it had slid between their two bodies, like it was being wanked off.
Again and again he replayed the images and sensations, bringing himself to the edge over and over, denying himself over and over.
As he reached the crescendo again, his toes curling and uncurling, his sperm in a reservoir at the base of his throbbing dong, the curtain pulled back, and James, somewhat surprised, walked in.
Alex was still going, hand going up and down.
He could stop. He should stop. He didn’t stop.
James looked him straight in the eye, as Alex, biting down on his lower lip, groaned.
He forced his eyes to stay open, as he rose to full mast and a literal fountain of cum sprayed across his face, the warm spurts soaking him.
James watched silently, as Alex came. One, two, then finally seven epic shots, until, drenched, Alex breathing slowed and his cock released only a stream of stragglers.
What the fuck had he just done? What the fuck!
He should have stopped, pulled his blanket over himself and behaved. He was so fired. So, so fired.
Why had he done that? It wasn’t too late, he wasn’t past the point of no return? So why the hell had he chosen to keep going?
“I-” he began, only for his word to fail as he lay in cooling pools and rivers of his maleness.
James, let out a long whistle.
“Wow. You are definitely your father’s son.”
In one fell swoop his humiliation was completely swept aside. It didn’t matter what he’d just done, or even why, because what the actual fuck did that mean?
“Come on, we’ve got work to do,” James said, now sporting a huge erection of his own.
Pulling himself up, cum running onto the bed, Alex reached for a towel, and wondered.
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