Travelling through Europe

Greece

Our tour group left the Spain campsite the next night. I didn’t see Paul again, other than silently passing by him as we loaded up the tour bus. We had given each other a silent nod, and I wished I had another chance to lay back on his bed and have the athlete fuck me senseless again. I was beginning to awaken to my sexuality, and the effect that I could have on another man.

We headed for Italy next. Surprisingly, I never had the opportunity to hook up with any of the hot Italian men I saw. There were glances, and flirting, but I was never alone, and we were moving too fast to make any connections. I was getting extremely horny as I knew so many men were staring at my boyish face, and my little jock ass, but couldn’t take advantage of it! After a week in Italy, we boarded an overnight ferry which would take us to Greece. We were given tight cabins, four of us in one, for the 13-hour ride. It was already 8:00pm as I threw my backpack on the bottom bunk, underneath Will, a British guy, and Matt and Gerry, two Australian guys. None of the three were at all my type. They were all around my age, 24, but Will was an unattractive not fit at all Brit, Matt was a bit younger than me and my size with an okay bod, but just didn’t do it for me. And Gerry was an overweight guy who was as straight and boorish as they come. I told them I was going to explore the ship as we pulled out of dock.

It was surprisingly a big ferry, complete with bars, casino, large open wrap around deck on the top level, and lots of entertainment areas with games, darts, pool, and even a dance club. I bought a drink at the bar – a whisky on ice. I was feeling sexy and needed a real drink to get me going. I found my way into the casino, played a few games, joked around with some of the girls from our tour, and looked around. Not much happening, so I ordered another whiskey.

As I was on my third drink, the girls and I were getting louder, singing along to the songs and trying our hardest to win some money. There was a group on the other side of the casino of about 20 people who were on board from a wedding apparently. They all looked Greek or Italian, dark haired, tanned, dressed to the nines compared to our pale looking group of Brits, Aussies and Canucks dressed like backpackers. I was oblivious to them until our groups started to mingle as we explored different machines and tables within the small casino. Two women from the other group began talking to the two Australian girls I was standing with, and we started swapping stories about how we ended up on the ship. The women were part of a group returning from a wedding they attended the day before in Italy. These women were hot, in their late 20s, and were already drunk. When we told them how we were heading to Greece as part of a two month long tour, they immediately called their husbands over to join in the talk, wanting to tell us all the places we should see in Corfu where we were spending the first two days.

Two well dressed men came over, one shorter, stocky with a gut starting, and not that attractive save for his clothes, the other looked like he stepped out of a GQ magazine. He was taller, dark curly hair styled neatly. Clean shaven but with a permanent 5 o’clock shadow, a strong nose, chiseled jaw, with light brown eyes. He was taller than me, probably around 6 feet, wide shoulders with a trim fit build. He looked like a soccer player as I noticed how his thighs bulged under his slim grey dress pants as he walked towards us. He was wearing a designer light blue buttoned down shirt which made his dark Greek features stand out more, sleeves rolled up and showing off muscular hairy forearms. A silver bracelet was around his thick wrist, and a thick silver watch was on the other. My eyes roamed down to his designer shoes, light brown and expensive looking. He looked like a fucking model.

The shorter one was named Alex, and the model was Nico. My eyes were on Nico as they joined us. As the group talked, and my eyes remained focus on Nico, I noticed that he too was constantly looking my way. I was on my third drink, and not having had any action for over a week since Paul’s welsh cock had invaded my ass, I was feeling desperately horny, even for an apparent closeted married Greek man.

Nico ordered drinks for us to celebrate and pointed at my empty glass. I nodded and he smiled at me. He handed out drinks to everyone, then took the remaining two glasses, both whiskey, and approached me to the side so I had to turn away from the group to take it from him.

“Thanks man,” I said, being overtly flirty and touching his arm with my left hand as I took the drink with my right, my fingers lingering on his as I took the glass from him.

“I see you like whiskey too?” he said into my ear, leaning down so his lips were inches from it. I could smell his cologne and I breathed it in. He lifted his glass and clinked it with mine.

“I do! But this should be my last as I’m starting to feel it!” I said maybe a bit too loudly.

He smiled at me, taking in my blue-green eyes into his brown ones, and took a sip of his drink. “Well we don’t’ want you wasted now do we. I want to make sure you remember this evening.” He raised an eyebrow at me, then looked up to see where his wife was.

Maybe it was the liquor, or the intoxicated smell of his cologne that made me say it, but I asked, “Oh I’m going to remember this evening, especially you!” I put my hand on his bicep and gave it a little squeeze. He took another sip of his whiskey, the ice rattling in his glass, and looked at me with a smile.

“Oh yeah?” he asked. Then leaned down into my ear again to whisper to me conspiratorially. “I’ll give you something to remember if you want it.”

I looked up into his eyes and smiled, looked back over at his wife and the other girls, and then back at him. I seductively took a sip from my glass and raised an eyebrow myself. “I think I want that.” I said into his ear. I had to lean in and up to him to say it, and I was trying not to make it too obvious. “Big time.” I added. I turned sideways a bit, so I blocked him from the rest of the group, and “accidently” brushed my hand up against his crotch slowly. His cock was semi-hard, and as I grazed it, he pushed it forward into me. I heard him intake a breath of air, and his hand found the small of my back and glide down my ass before he pulled it away in case anyone saw. I turned completely away from him so he was behind me, and he took the bait and moved into me closer, pretending to reach over me to put his glass down on the table in front of me, while pushing his bulge into my ass as he did it, one hand on my waist to pull me into him.

He whispered into my ear as he put his glass down. “Excuse yourself and come with me.” He moved away from me over to his wife and said something to her in her ear. She nodded, sort of half listening to him and waved him off as she drank with her friend and Alex. He looked up at me as he started to leave the casino with a knowing look.

I downed the rest of my whiskey, feeling it burn down my throat as I mentioned to Kerry, one of the Australian girls, I needed some air, and followed Nico out the door. He was a few feet ahead of me and was heading for the stairs upwards. I watched his thick ass move so nicely in front of me as I followed him in a trance. I was either drunk or hooked on this married hunk. He paused at the top of the stairwell, and pushed the door open, turning to look back to see if I was behind him. When he saw I was, he smiled and stepped out onto the outer deck holding the door open for me.

The night air hit me instantly. Cool, windy. The door closed behind us and I noticed we were alone on this side of the ship, the sounds of the ocean below us.

“Follow me.” He said and moved down the side of the ship towards the back. He stopped at another door, opened it and held it open for me as he went inside to another set of stairs leading up. I watched hungrily as his ass moved in those tight pants, following him up the stairs. We stepped out into a smaller deck area, a spot above the main one and only about a quarter of the size. It appeared that this was the only door up to this level and it was empty.

“No one comes up here.” He said turning to me, leaning against the side of the ship in between two windows, and rubbed his cock through his pants.

I approached him, moving right up to him, putting my hands on his waist and standing face to face. I wasn’t sure what this was going to be like, married guys and all. So, I pushed my crotch into his, and his hands came to my hips as we started to grind out cocks together through our pants.

“You are very sexy,” he said to me, staring at my eyes.

“Fuck man, so are you!” I said a little too quickly. “You look like a fucking model!” My hands moved to his thighs and I felt the thickness of them. “Oh man,” I moaned, “Do you play soccer or what?”

He laughed, “Yes I do actually. I’ve got big legs and,” he took my hands in his and moved them to his ass, “A nice hard ass.”

I smiled feeling his glutes, now I was even closer to his face than before. As I was contemplating what he would do, he moved into me, and kissed me, gently, hesitantly, as if he was the one unsure of what would happen. I moved my hands from his ass, around to his belt and button of his pants, fumbling with it to get them off and open as we kissed more, opened mouth. I took his bottom lip in my mouth and enjoyed the thickness of it, moving up to his top lip before I felt his tongue slide out and flick up at my lips. I unzipped his pants and dug my hand into his pants and as I grabbed hold of his thick cock, his tongue slipped into my mouth for a full on battle with mine as he moaned at the feeling of my hand on him.

“Oh God,” he moaned, raising his hips up to let me feel all of his cock. It felt like mine, about the same size, same thickness, but uncut. It felt baby smooth.

I stepped back and pulled his underwear down to look at it. It was shaved, as was his bush. Nothing but a pair of smooth balls and abs as I lifted his shirt up. In an instant, I was on my knees taking it in my mouth. He moaned loudly as he grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. He wasn’t waiting and loved me attached to his dick. “Oh fuck yessssss” he grunted as his cock thickened and he forced it down my throat. “Yeah take my cock boy.” He was probably only 30 compared to my 24 years of age but hearing him call me boy made me suck harder and deeper. He was loving my throat, lost in his own desires as he thrusted into my mouth. His voice was deep, urgent as he told me to suck it, and I did for several minutes before he pulled me off and pushed me to the railing behind me. He spun me around, reached around to undo my pants and pulled them down to my knees, kicking my legs open with one foot. I felt his hard cock rub up against my ass as his hands moved underneath my shirt and found my pecs, his tongue at my ear as he moaned into it, “I need to fuck you boy. Now.”

“Yes,” I moaned, arching my back and enjoying his tongue on my neck. He moved his hand to my mouth and ordered me to spit. Oh fuck, I thought. He’s using my own spit to fuck me.

I spit a glob onto his fingers, and he used it to lube his cock behind me. Then his fingers came back and he shoved them into my open mouth as I felt his cock press into my ass. I sucked his thick fingers as I moved my ass backwards onto his cock, feeling it press against, and then IN my ass.

“Oh fuck boy,” he moaned, now moving his other hand and fingers into my mouth, “I knew you’d have a nice tight ass.” He slid right in, pushing all the way in against me. He held himself there, then dug in more, wiggling his ass sideways as if that would help push his cock inside me more, all the while his fingers in my mouth holding it open and pulling my head back so I was in an arched position up against the railing, looking down to the deck and the ocean below us.

And then he started to fuck me. Hard. Rough. With a sense of urgency. “Oh fuck this feels so nice,” he grunted above me, pulling my head back a bit more, “I haven’t fucked an ass in soooo long.” He was assaulting me deep, slamming into me. I could feel his balls slapping against my bare ass as I grunted through his fingers.

He removed his hands but grabbed my hair with his right hand as his left grabbed my hip and held me tight as he fucked me. His powerful thighs were working hard. I could tell he was a soccer player as his thrusts were coming fast and furious as his legs worked his dick into me.

Harder and harder he fucked me. I wasn’t even concerned about anyone seeing us. All I could do was hang on and take it from this stud. I didn’t even care about my own cock at this moment. I was being used. My ass was being used as his fuck toy, and I loved it.

“Fuck boy you have one sweet hot ass!” he moaned into my ear, before licking it roughly and then licking the side of my face. “You like my cock in you, don’t you?!” he added gruffly, pulling me sideways to kiss me deep, not even allowing me to answer. “Yeah boy, I knew you wanted me you little slut. I could tell you were a cock whore.” He continued to talk dirty to me in between shoving his tongue in my mouth and kissing me or pushing my head down to fuck me hard.

It was relentless. He never stopped pummeling my ass, and continued to call me names - boy, whore, slut, prick. And it was turning me on like never before.

“Want to feel me cum in your pussy boy?” He grunted behind me. “Wanna feel my load dump in you boy? You want it don’t you?” God, his talk was doing it for me. I could feel my cum rising as he fucked me.

“Yes!” I finally managed to get out. “Yes please fuck me! Harder!” I couldn’t believe I said harder as I didn’t think it was possible for this stud to fuck me any harder! But he did!

He grabbed my hips with both hands and drilled me like a jackhammer. I grabbed hold of the railing and yelled out to him that I was cumming.

“Oh yeah boy?” he grunted. “You gonna cum just like this?? My cock fuckin your ass??” He thrust into me, punctuating each word as he said, “Gonna. Fuck. The. Cum. Out. Of. You.” He became even nastier, grunting loudly as he thrust HARD into me with every word. And as he did, I did start to cum.

I shot far, right out over the railing onto the deck below. And then another shot, and another, and another. And on the last spurt, he grabbed my hips firmly and pushed his cock so far into my ass we both let out a huge groan as he started to unload in me.

Surprisingly, he held his cock still in me as he unloaded. It was amazing to feel that, holding me still like that, so I could FEEL every ounce of cum spill from his cock as it jerked and throbbed inside me. Then he gave me two more thrusts and pulled out, backing away completely from me, before coming back and shoving it into me easily one last time, right into my gut. And he held it there again, leaning over me, pulling my head sideways to kiss me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth hungrily.

Our kiss slowed, subsiding as we panted into each other, and I felt his cock slide out of my well used ass. He rested his head on my shoulders as he regained his composure. Feeling exposed, I pushed myself up from the railing, and turned around, to pull my pants up, feeling his cum oozing out of my ass. Must have been a huge load, I thought.

He pulled up his own pants, and moved towards me slowly, taking my head in his hands and kissing me softly, gently. I melted into him, as I realized the beast that was just fucking me was gone, and the sexy man from earlier was back.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said quietly. “I haven’t cum in 6 days. And I get a little wild when I’m fucking a hot ass.” He smiled sheepishly.

I held his face in one hand and smiled up at him. “That was fucking hot buddy.” I said. “I have never been used like that before, and I fucking loved it.” I kissed him again and he took me in his arms gently.

“I hope I see you again in Corfu. I’d fuck that ass anytime,” he winked at me, “Boy.”