Travelling through Europe

After a month of travelling through Europe, our group split off and headed into two separate destinations that were pre-arranged before we left. I was with the group that was breaking off to Egypt and Israel, while half of our group were heading to explore the Greek Isles.

I had managed to keep secret my sexual adventures thus far as I explored Europe with the group. With my initial encounter with the Welshman Paul in Spain, fucking me deep in his cabin, to the overnight ferry experience I had with Nico who rough fucked me on the top deck of the boat, I was beginning to come awake to more and more eyes on me. Not only was I looking for hot men, I was craving cock. As we headed off in a smaller group, I wondered how I would manage to continue my sex-capades as I started to take in the various types of men as we entered Egypt.

My tan was kicking in big time, after having explored France, Spain, Italy and Greece during an unusual heat wave. With all the walking we were doing, I was maintaining a ripped physique, now golden brown. I was becoming more aware of the men who were lusting after my cute boy next door look. It seemed that everywhere I went, men wanted a piece of my Canadian ass. As I entered the halfway mark of my two-month, I was looking forward to the exotic desert country of Egypt.

We arrived late in the evening and had arrived at a hotel for the night. It was simply an overnighter as we were preparing to head to a place called Hurghada along the coast of the Red Sea for a day of relaxing at a resort. I had never heard of the place, nor could imagine what a resort in Egypt would look like. We were treated to a quick supper before retreating to our rooms for an early start to the day.

Boarding our bus, we headed out around 6 am for the four-hour drive. It was mostly sun beaten dessert type landscapes, but as we neared the resort, the view became a most spectacular one of the Red Sea. It was one of the most beautiful bodies of water I have ever seen.

We pulled into the resort shortly after 10am which was a sprawling expanse of a two-story building that seemed to stretch out for miles. We had all packed a small knapsack for our day here, which included a lunch and use of the property. A guide greeted us and gave a brief introduction to the resort inside. I could see beyond the front door out the back the spread of the crystal blue waters of the Red Sea waiting. This was one of few days to relax and soak up the sun on our two-month tour.

We changed quickly and I got a few whistles from my tour group as I emerged in my bathing suit. I was the fittest of the bunch, all tight and toned, my abs showing. I had a nice V-shape on display now that my shirt was off and my bathing suit (a pair of thigh length orange board shorts) showed off my tan along with my muscular legs and round bubble butt. The hair on my arms and legs was now a golden blonde against my tan, and I must have looked impressive because even my frequent roommate Will was looking at me. What the fuck? I thought. Not even in his dreams!

Or maybe it was me finally noticing that Will, among others, were actually checking me out?

We all spread out into our normal comfortable groups, me with a couple of the girls, and headed out of the hotel onto the back part of the property that eventually led into the Red Sea. It was stunning. I turned both left and right to see miles of property in either direction and in front of a sandy white beach of fine grains leading into the lightest blue waters. We threw our stuff onto lounge chairs and headed straight for the water, finally glad to get some down time from touring and relax. The water was warm, and remained ankle deep for a long, long time. It was like we could just walk into the sea forever like this. When it did get deeper, we were far from the shoreline. No wonder the water was so light blue and clear!

We started all doing our own thing, swimming, walking, wandering, until I found myself walking the length of the property all alone in one direction to take it all in. I noticed it wasn’t overly crowded for the size. It looked like it could hold a couple thousand tourists, but there only seemed to be about a hundred or so guests milling about. Most looked like German or British tourists, older, pale white under the blasting African sun. I wasn’t taking too much stalk in anyone, enjoying the warm water and the sun against my skin. Until I glanced over and noticed two younger men sitting on lounges facing the water.

As I was still pretty far out, I could only see their figures, and what figures they were! Big and muscular, two white guys, sitting up in lounges and staring at me. Well, it looked like they were staring at me. Both were wearing sunglasses, and both were facing me. Mind you, they could have been sleeping for all I knew. As I walked by them, I tried casually glancing over at them to look at them. The one on the right was a bit bigger than the other beside him. He looked completely smooth, big and beefy, with light brown almost blonde hair that was cut very short, like a crew cut. Not completely ripped or cut but definitely very muscled and solid. His shoulders were wide and huge sitting there, and his arms matched. He had a little beef on his gut, like a bodybuilder who’s been downing a few too many beers, but there wasn’t much fat on him. He was wearing a patterned swimsuit, which looked like boxers on him as they were way up his thigh. His big wide feet were facing me, attached to what looked like a big set of huge shaved legs. He looked military, or police like in his sunglasses with a body like that.

The guy beside him was a bit smaller in stature, but more defined and ripped than his friend. He was blonde, his hair longer and shaggier but light in the sun. He was leaner but just as muscled, with defined pecs and a washboard stomach that showed a fine dusting of blonde hair across his chest and a patch down his abs. This guy was wearing a blue speedo. His feet were narrower, also pointing at me so I could see the soles of his feet, the arch showing as his feet were crossed at the ankles. His legs looked more like a runners’ - strong and lean with a dusting of the same blonde hair.

As I passed them, the bigger one lifted up his sunglasses and I glanced back to see him looking at me. I continued on my path, going past them. I felt a rush of excitement as I turned to look behind me, and they were both turned my way watching me, sunglasses up over their heads. I turned back around and smiled. I guess they liked what they were seeing.

I reached the end of the property at last and realized I had walked quite a distance. The sun was hot but not humid as I was used to at home in the summer. I turned and headed back in the direction that I came, realizing it must be close to our lunch time. I walked closer to the shoreline this time, right along the edge so I was walking along the fine powdery sand with the occasional soft lapping of the water at my feet. I could see the two studs still on their lounges soaking up the sun as I neared them. Their sunglasses were now off their heads and their eyes were closed, leaning back. I was able to study them now as I neared, a lot closer than before.

I could see the tattoo across the bigger guy’s right shoulder. It looked like a style of a southern cross, black swirls and points all woven together. It covered the top of his shoulder and just slightly over the collarbone and then down a bit to where his shoulder and bicep connected. I could also make out a colored tattoo on the smaller blonde’s right bicep, the familiar crest of the Australia flag.

Hmm. I wondered. Australian?

As I neared them the smaller blonde’s eyes opened and he looked straight ahead at the water, then turned to see me approaching along the sand in front of them. He straightened up a bit on his lounge, sitting up a little higher and watching me. I saw him secretly try to nudge the guy beside him, who opened his eyes and turned his head to his friend, noted him staring ahead and followed his gaze to me. He too suddenly sat a little straighter up. I could feel their eyes on me. I could already feel the desire in me building as these two studs watched me walking near them.

When I was crossing directly in front of them, I turned and looked at them, first the bigger guy on the right, then to the guy on his left. They were both staring at me. When my eyes met theirs, I smiled.

They smiled back.

I kept walking, feeling their eyes following me, watching my tanned back. I wondered if they were checking out my bubble butt on display proudly in my orange bathing suit. I could feel my cock thickening against the material in my suit and tried to will it to stay down. I grabbed the front of my suit and pulled it a bit to try to shake it down and turned behind me to see if the guys were watching. They were, heads fully turned in my direction, watching me with a smile. I smiled wider this time, and when I turned away, I felt a little giddy. I was truly awakening to the notion that there were many men out there that wanted a piece of me. And here were two!

I felt them watch me as I continued walking, finally arriving at the main entrance once again and finding my group gathering their things to head inside for our lunch. I followed, feeling suddenly quite famished.

It was a buffet style dining room, with some usual North American dishes, combined with some other things that just looked strange to me. I tried a few different things and sat down at a table with some of the group to enjoy. The dining hall was large, and most of the other tourists apart from our group were slowly making their way inside as well to gather up plates of food, but it certainly wasn’t packed.

I noticed the two blonde guys immediately.

I was right. The one guy was bigger than the other. The taller, cop looking one had his sunglasses on and a loose tank top that still showed off most of his shoulder tattoo, a pair of white flip flops on his big feet, his bathing suit short and clung to his massive thighs, stretching the material. His buddy was also wearing his sunglasses, and a t-shirt that clung to his lean, muscular frame, accentuating his long sinewy but muscular arms. He had a pair of loose-fitting shorts overtop of the speedo I saw him in earlier that hung to his knees, displaying his blonde-haired legs and flip-flopped covered feet.

They came in and stood at the doorway, scanning it. I couldn’t exactly see where they were looking as their sunglasses were on, and when they turned my way, I had to look away as I was staring. Surprisingly, or rather, NOT surprisingly they headed for a table in my direction. They choose one that was a few over from us, directly across from my line of vision, and sat down, one on one side facing me, and the other beside him so he could face me too. They took their sunglasses off and put them on the table. Both eyes were on me.

I looked down and returned my attention to my food. I tried to talk with the group casually, but I was still drawn into these two meatheads. When I looked up, they were gone. I searched quickly, and found them already at the buffet. I watched them fill up their plates and return to their table. They chatted casually to each other, occasionally looking over at me at my table. I watched them eat, finding it interesting the way they chewed, swallowed, drank from their water glasses, watching the big guy’s Adam’s apple move, or the way their muscles moved as they cut things on their plate. I also couldn’t stop looking at their legs under the table.

I pushed my empty plate aside and waited, wondering if they would go up and get more. They finished their plates and sat back to drink more water. Servers came and took my plate, and then did the same to the guys across from me. At one point, the bigger guy put his water down and glared right over at me, and spread his legs open wide under the table. I held his gaze as I sat back in my chair. He started to show a slow, small grin as we locked eyes.

He stood up and moved his big frame to the buffet once again. I had to get near this beast, so I pushed my chair back and announced I was going for more. I grabbed a plate and followed him. Fuck he was tall, maybe 6’2”, 6’3’ or so compared to my puny 5’9”. His back was big, wide and I could see his defined triceps. He was obviously strong and beefy, bigger and more muscular than his friend but just not as cut and trimmed. But fuck he was hot. I was looking at his calves as he walked, two huge wide developed balls under his knees and I found my eyes travelling down to his feet in his flip flops. He was smooth everywhere. Even his arms. Not a hair on him.

He stopped and moved into a section of vegetables along the side. I paused and moved into the spot beside him. I scooped up a medley of veggies and took my time, looking at him from the corner of my eye as he scooped up some broccoli. He put down the spoon and waited beside me, his crotch at the level of the counter. I turned to look up at him. He had the most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen on someone other than my own!

“Oh, sorry!” I said and handed him the big spoon to him.

“No worries, mate.” His voice was deep and laced with an Australian accent. “Pile up your veggies. They’re good for ya.” His accent alone made my dick thicken.

I laughed. “I can see they work for you.”

He chuckled as he leaned in to scoop up a pile. “Thanks mate. Looks like they are working for you. Best to wrap your laughing gear ‘round them.”

I had no idea what the fuck he meant, but I found myself just standing there staring up at him, listening to the rhythm of his speech and feeling lightheaded. As he stepped to the next tray around me, I did the same after him, putting on my plate a little of what he was putting on his. We did this for the next two dishes, until he got to the third one and simply took a scoop and put it on my plate.

“Cheers,” he said, plating a couple of small chicken breasts on my plate. “It looks like you and I like the same things, so here’s a little protein to build up your strength.” He smiled down at me and then plopped a couple on his.

“Thanks,” I said laughing. “I figured if I ate like you, I’d eventually look like you.”

He smiled and turned to look at me, then gave me a once over, up and down slowly, letting his eyes roam all over my body. “You look mighty fine already mate.” And then he winked at me. “In fact, I’d eat you right now instead of this.” He pointed at his plate.

My heart pounded in my chest and my dick was definitely growing as I faced this man. I guessed him to be a bit older than me, late 20s maybe judging by his face.

He walked away from me at that point, picking up a piece of broccoli and popping it in his mouth as he walked past me with an evil grin. I grabbed one more item from the counter before turning and walking back to my seat. When I sat down, I looked up at him at his table across from me. He was leaning over, talking to his friend, who was then smiling wide and asking him questions. The bigger guy responded, and they smiled together, and then both looked over at me.

I froze. They caught me looking at them again, and the big guy winked at me again. The smaller guy was smiling too, widely at me.

I finished my food, pushed my plate aside and got up to leave, telling the others that I needed to hit the washroom before I headed back to the beach. I headed to the indoor washroom off the dining area and went straight to the urinal to relieve myself. Midstream, I heard the door and another guy approached the urinal beside me despite the expanse of available ones. I turned instinctively to see the smaller blonde guy. I took a deep breath and hoped my focus ahead wouldn’t give me away.

“Oi.” He said suddenly beside me.

I turned and looked at him. He was smiling at me while he pissed. “I reckon you’re looking for some fun?” He asked me, his voice wasn’t as deep as his friend’s, but it was still sexy as hell with his accent.

“Sorry?” I asked.

“Come walk by us again and we’ll show you.” He smiled at me and flushed, tucking his cock back into his speedo covered shorts and moved to the sink. I flushed and followed, moving beside him to wash my hands. He looked up at me in the mirror and looked around the empty bathroom. “We have a room. Come to where we were sitting earlier, and we can disappear for a short while.” He shook his hands and grabbed the towel to dry his hand, and then leaned into me close. “My mate says he wants to have a go with you, and I wanna see that.” And then he grabbed my ass before walking out, leaving me stunned and hard at the sink.

Jesus. I thought looking at my reflection in the mirror. That big guy wants to “have a go”? I’m hoping that it meant what I thought it meant. I waited a few seconds for my cock to settle down before I went back outside and frightened little children with my bulge. When I did exit the washroom, the two guys were gone.

I walked outside and straight to the sea to cool myself off so to speak. I had to walk pretty far out once again to get deep enough to get my entire body wet, and when I surfaced, I automatically started walking towards the lounges where I had spotted the Aussies. I figured we had a few hours left and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.

As I neared them, I could see the smaller guy standing in his just his speedo. He looked amazing, the perfect body to be sporting one. His package was nicely stuffed, and he looked like the picture of a meaty swimmer. His bigger buddy was standing up as well, looking like he was packing things up. His shirt was off, and as he stood up straight, I caught my breath at just how thick and beefy and muscular he was. His pecs were huge and danced off his frame as he folded a towel, his tattoo making my mouth water over top of his shoulder. His stomach was flat, even though there was no definition or lines, it was solid and firm. I pictured myself climbing all over him.

The smaller guy saw me coming their way first, and he turned to say something to his friend, who then turned and looked my way. The smaller guy held up a hand in a wave as I neared, and I walked right up to them.

“G’day.” The smaller one said, typically with his Aussie accent. “I reckon you’re interested?”

The big guy stood squarely, hands on his hips, looking at me. “Crikey.” He said quietly and adjusted his shorts as I could see his bulge.

“Easy there Chris.” The smaller guy said, nudging him in the gut. “Don’t scare the little bloke.” He held out his hand. “Andrew.” He said. I took his hand and was taken by how firmly he shook my hand.

“Brian.” I said back. The big guy stepped forward and held out his meaty paw. I took it in mine, and was overcome as it covered mine in warmth, meaty soft flesh, and power.

“Chris.” He said. Those piercing blue eyes were boring into me. I could feel how hungry this big guy was still, even after all those vegetables!

Andrew grabbed a couple things from the lounge and simply said, “This way” to me. Chris just stood there watching me with an evil grin as Andrew walked away. I turned and followed as I heard Chris begin to walk behind me. Andrew turned to me, slowed down a bit so I could catch up and walk beside him. “Chris and I are mates. We play footy together. Among other things.” He said with a smile. I turned to see Chris following us, quietly watching me. “It’s Winter back home so we decided to do a walkabout.” Andrew continued. “Nice bathers on ya mate.” He said, pointing to my orange shorts.

“Where are you from Brian?” I heard Chris’ deep voice ask behind me.

I turned to him, “Canada.”

Chris growled. “Oh, you little ripper.”

I turned to see him smiling widely, with a lustful look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him, but Andrew answered.

“Just means he’s stoked. He’s always wanted a piece of Canadian ass.” Andrew wrapped his arm around me and walked towards the stairway to the resort. “We’re on the second floor.” He let go and dug into his small knapsack to retrieve their room key as we ascended the stairs. It was the first door to the right at the top of the stairs, where their balcony would be facing the Red Sea. As he stopped at the door, I stopped behind him waiting, and Chris came right up behind me. Close.

I could feel his heat from his body standing directly behind me. I could hear him breathing. And then I felt his cock pressing up against my back as he moved closer. It was already hard in his bathing suit. If his hands weren’t carrying things, I’m sure he would have grabbed me. I pushed back into him, turning slightly to look up at him. Those fucking eyes were staring straight down at me.

Andrew opened the door and the rush of air conditioning hit us all. Andrew stepped aside to let me in, then Chris. I heard the things in Chris’s hands drop to the floor, and his big arms were suddenly on me from behind, lifting me up under the arms and propelling me forward into the room to the farthest of the two beds, carrying me like a sack in front of him, where he roughly threw me down on it. I bounced on the bed on all fours, and then turned to see him climbing on it towards me with that look of hunger in his killer eyes. I moved back up the bed, feeling a little frightened at first, before relaxing into this big man coming at me. He climbed up my body, arms moving to either side of me as his face approached mine. He stopped at my face, I think hesitating to make sure this was okay, and then leaned down to kiss me.

I felt instant palpitations as his mouth opened up and our tongues met. His tongue was long, thick, and soft, entering my mouth warmly. My hands wrapped around his bare back, feeling the meat underneath my fingers as his hands moved behind my back on the bed, squeezing me up into his beefy body. I heard the door close then, as this was how fast Chris had taken me in the room and landed on top of me on the bed.

“Wow slow down,” I heard Andrew saying as Chris kissed me deeply. Chris growled at this point, kissing me harder as Andrew moved beside the bed up to beside my head. I felt his hands on my head as Chris’ were wrapped around me. I opened my eyes to see Andrew kneeling beside the bed, his face inches from ours. Chris broke our kiss and lifted his head up as I felt Andrew lean in and lock his mouth onto mine as Chris’ big hands pulled the string of my shorts loose and yanked my “bathers” off.

As Andrew continued to shove his tongue down my throat sideways, Chris’ big hand grabbed my cock and I felt the warm sensation of his mouth going down on my 8-inch cut dick. I groaned into Andrew’s mouth, which prompted him to look up and see Chris engulfing my cock.

“Oh yeah, suck it Chris!” He moaned, standing up and pulling his speedo down to let his own cock fall out near my face. It was not as big as mine, about 7 inches cut and slim, and had that same blonde bush surrounding it. It looked tasty, and he shoved it to my lips where I opened up for it, taking it easily down my throat as Chris continued working mine. “Ohhhhhh, good on ya mate.” Andrew moaned as he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth.

Chris saw what was happening above him at my mouth and climbed back up to get his tongue in on the action, as we both sucked Andrew’s cock and kissed in between. When Chris was deeply making out with me, Andrew was slapping his cock against our faces, urging us on.

Chris moved his knees up under my pits and undid the string for his short and pulled his cock out and smacked it down on my lips.

“Fuck!” I said out loud, seeing the giant cock. It was thicker than mine, bigger than mine, and completely shaved smooth like the rest of his beefy body. I reached over and grabbed it, feeling the heat and the thickness of it before happily taking it in my mouth. He tasted amazing, salty from the Red Sea, but manly like him. I sucked him hard, deep, trying to reach up to take as much of him into my mouth as I could, but from this position it wasn’t easy. I looked up to see Andrew and Chris kissing as I sucked Chris’ cock and Andrew stroked his. Then Andrew slapped my face with his and I grabbed it, moving now between TWO cocks. Chris’ was bigger and thicker, but Andrew’s was lean and veiny, like the rest of him. I even grabbed both of them together and started licking and sucking the heads into my mouth at the same time, much to the satisfactory groans coming above me.

I pushed them both off me and sat up, leaning forwards on the bed now to get at Chris’ monster cock properly. I grabbed him and swallowed him as far as I could, almost to the base as he grunted and held my head gently against his cock. Andrew moved around to the other side of the bed where my ass was now sticking straight up as I slurped on Chris’ fat dick. It was Andrew’s tongue I felt first.

“Oi.” He said presumably to Chris after a couple of laps in my ass with his mouth, “You have got to taste this mate.” He groaned.

Chris simply bent over me, his cock still down my throat as I happily sucked it, and shoved his face into my spread ass he was holding open with his meaty paws. His long tongue found my hole and dove into me, making me groan loudly and suck harder. I was under him, on all fours as he lapped up my ass, driving his cock farther down my throat making me gag and sputter. But I didn’t care. Andrew’s hands were all over me too as I became lost in the sensation of these two athletes worked me over. Chris gave my ass a slap and then came back upright as I felt the familiar poke of a cock head at my spit lubed puckered hole. Andrew was going to fuck me.

“Yeah,” Chris moaned as he held my head in his two hands fucking my face slowly, “Open him up for me.”

Andrew slid in easily. His cock was not that thick, so I took him with no problem, but he fucked like a pro. “So bloody tight!” Andrew moaned as he started to pump my ass, forcing me more onto Chris’ cock. I realized this was my first threesome. And I was fucking loving these two blokes filling up both my holes.

Chris pulled out of my mouth and moved off the bed. “Get out he’s mine.” He growled. I felt Andrew’s cock slide out and I heard the sounds of Chris’ hands on Andrew, and I pictured him pushing Andrew off of me. Chris’ meaty hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and I felt his thicker cock touch my opening. I held my breath. I felt a glob of spit land on my upper back and slide down my ass. Then Chris’ cock rubbed up against it, lubed itself more, and then was back pressing at my hole.

Still holding my breath, I felt him stretch me open and glide in. I arched as he sunk all the way in, to the base, his giant smooth balls at my cheeks, his paws moving up to my shoulders to hold me, now impaled on his cock. “That’s really sick mate.” He groaned. “You feel so fuckin’ tight.” And grunting, he started to pound my ass. Rough. Just like I pictured he would. The size of him in me and the size of him over me was scary but I was lost in the feeling as he ravaged my ass.

I squeezed my ass down on his cock, and he roared out “You little ripper!” again and fucked me harder. Then he pulled right out, flipped me over roughly, and climbed on the bed on top of me to kiss me hard, pushing my legs open as he did and entering me right away, shoving his thick cock all the way up into my guts. I arched again, this time with the monster on top of me fucking me roughly. Andrew was standing over top of me with his cock above my mouth. He pushed the tip down onto my lips and I opened up, tasting my own ass on it as I sucked it and licked it while his “mate” fucked me senseless.

After a few minutes, Chris growled again and scooped me up in his arms, sitting back on his ass with me still impaled on his cock, and, in his arms facing him, started bouncing me up and down, shoving his tongue down my throat as I clung on to his thick neck. Our smooth bodies together were glistening with our sweat and we looked fucking awesome in the reflection in the mirror at the end of the bed. Andrew was stroking his cock, watching us, talking to us the entire time, telling Chris to really give it to me, to fuck me harder, to open me up, to drill me good. I wasn’t sure what I was turned on by – his dirty talk or Chris’ grunting and the feeling of his cock in me.

Chris was fucking me forever. My cock was throbbing in between our bodies as he continued to fuck up into me in that seated position, my legs and arms wrapped around him, his tongue still kissing me deeply. And then Chris laid back, pulling me down on top of him with him as he fell on his back, causing me to bend over, his hands moving to my ass cheeks to hold them as he bent his knees, grounded his feet on the bed and fucked me upwards. I heard Andrew move and felt the bed shift as Andrew climbed onto it. And then, Chris stopped thrusting upward, and I felt something else pushing into me on top of Chris’ cock.

Andrew was trying to stuff his cock into my ass above Chris’. I looked up, and Chris’ blue eyes were on mine. “Shhhh,” He said, holding me in his huge arms. “Just relax mate. You can do it.”

Thank God Andrew’s cock wasn’t too thick. But I did take it. Slowly, Andrew pushed in, standing over top of us. I was still locked in a look with Chris, and both of us felt Andrew’s cock sliding in, me as it completely filled more of my ass, Chris as he felt it gliding in on top of his cock. Once in, Chris adjusted and slowly started to move his cock in and out. Andrew started meeting his rhythm. I’m not sure if my mouth remained open as these two football players fucked me together, but I felt like I was frozen in time at this completely stuffed sensation. Andrew’s hands were on my shoulders. Chris’ were wrapped around me still, holding me in place. My hands were placed squarely on Chris’ pecs as the two cocks pumped into me, slowly at first, then Andrew started picking up the pace. I leaned up and reached down to grab my dripping cock and started jerking it, pushing my ass back against them both, urging them now to fuck me harder and deeper.

Chris growled and grabbed my hips again and started to fuck me deeper. I heard Andrew moan that this was the tightest hottest ass ever, and Chris moaned that he loved fucking me, and I moaned that I was cumming.

I bucked wildly as I shot straight up and out and hit Chris’ face on the first blast. He growled LOUD and tried to lick the sides of his face to eat it up as he tightened his grip and started to pummel fuck me. Andrew was slamming into my ass harder now, lost in the sensation of my tight hole and the friction from Chris’ embedded dick. I was still shooting out ropes of cum when he yelled “OH FUCK” and started spasming inside me. Chris’ fingers dug into my sides as I felt his cock explode as well, buckets of cum flooding my ass as the two shuddered out their orgasms simultaneously.

“Crikey,” Chris said, staring up at me with those fucking gorgeous blue eyes. “I shot heaps of cum.”

“Me too mate.” Andrew said behind us, pulling his cock out, forcing Chris’ to slide out too. I felt cum running out of my hole. I didn’t move, but just remained still, looking down at Chris. He smiled and brought my head down to his and we kissed. Deep.

I heard the water running in the bathroom and assumed that Andrew was cleaning up. Chris continued to kiss me, and then I felt his hand reach around and grab his dick and slap it against my ass. I responded by backing up into it, and he pushed his still hard cum soaked cock back up into my ass. I felt him smile as we kissed, and I opened my eyes to see him looking into mine. “Keep riding.” He whispered. “I’m gonna fuck you again.”

I did, leaning back letting out a loud “Ohhhhhh”, slamming my ass all the way down on his cock, my well lubed hole easily moving up and down as I grabbed his pecs and rode that cock while he watched me. I heard the shower turn on, and Andrew yell out if we needed in to clean up.

“No mate!” Chris yelled, holding my sides as I rode his cock. “You go first.” We heard the shower door open and then close, and as soon as it closed, Chris sat up again, fiercely kissing me and plunging into me deeper. He grabbed my ass cheeks and squirmed towards the edge of the bed, where he planted his feet on the ground, and with me wrapped in his arms, stood up with me still attached to his dick. He picked me up and started fucking me standing, bouncing me up and down on his cock.

“Yeah mate,” he groaned. “You like this? Like being power fucked by me?” I clutched onto his body. It was solid, meaty, and my fingers were digging into his shoulder blades, and scratching down his back. I swear I was leaving claw marks as he hit that spot in me that I had learned turned me into a wild animal. I kissed him roughly, screamed out loud that YES I loved it, and for him to keep fucking me. He stepped towards the desk where my ass rested for a bit so he could slam into me for a while, before picking me back up and moving to the window. He shoved the curtains open and pushed my bare ass to the glass, fucking me against the window for all to see if anyone was looking. This sent me over the edge, wondering who could see this giant football player drilling my ass in the open window. I was bucking wildly on top of him, gyrating with him and feeling my cock rubbing against his body. He took two steps away from the window, spread his legs wider a bit, and then really started power fucking me with a stable footing, lifting me up and down easily under my arms. He moved me back up against the window so hard I was afraid it would break, and pushing me against it for leverage, grabbed my legs and pulled them together so that my calves were at the sides of his face. I grabbed his neck as he pulled me in for a kiss, and then he stepped back again to fuck me, hard in this practically folded in half on his body position.

I came within ten thrusts of his cock against my prostrate, shooting cum between us as my cock felt the friction of rubbing against his stomach. He felt it, growled and fucked me as hard as he could, bellowing out a growl of sounds as he exploded in my ass again. I could feel cum spraying my insides and leaking out as I took a THIRD load in me.

He walked slowly around the room, holding me effortlessly in his arms, kissing me, hugging me, caressing me as we slowed our breathing. I would catch our reflection as he walked past the mirror, me looking so small buried in his embrace, my tanned skinned contrasting against his lighter meaty body. He was sweating more than I was, after that exhausting display of power. He was kissing me deeply, and I couldn’t believe how well a brute like this could kiss so well, so passionately. He walked me into the bathroom, still carrying me, and kicked open the shower door. The shower was quite big, and open rectangle. Andrew was under the stream and at the sound of the kick, he opened his eyes and looked at us entering, me in Chris’ arms.

Chris broke his kiss and walked me into the shower. “Now I’m done with him.” He said to Andrew. Andrew laughed and shook his head.

“Bloody oath,” Andrew mumbled. “I’m sure you’ve right rooted him. Feelin’ okay mate?” He asked me as I stepped down from Chris and Andrew moved so I could get under the stream of water.

I nodded, unsteady on my feet, as the water hit me. I turned around, letting the water rush over my well used ass as Chris stepped forward to get under the water as well, his big body coming close to mine to get wet. I couldn’t help myself start to wash him under the spray, just to feel his muscles. I ran my hands over both pecs, across his wide shoulders, over that fucking sexy tattoo on down to his stomach. Chris must have enjoyed it too as he stood there, letting me, turning around so I could wash his back and feel his hard, beefy ass, and when he turned around his cock was thick.

“Jesus does that thing ever go down?” I groaned.

He grabbed it and held it up. “Wanna have another go do ya mate?” he cooed at me under the water, bending down to shove his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him back and bent over and took it in my mouth, to suck it one last time quickly, standing up and kissing him again. Andrew moved in under the water with us and joined in the kiss.

Nothing like a three-way kiss with two athletes under a shower to fulfill many a jerk off session for years to come.

As much as I would have loved to have “another go” with these two in the shower, I knew I needed to get back to the group before it was time to leave. I asked them where they were heading in terms of their travels, and they weren’t sure. I had told them I was heading to Israel after Egypt, and then on to the eastern European countries, hoping that we would meet up again somewhere to have another go. Chris smiled and agreed, hoping that if he was to run in to me again, I should be prepared for another deep fuck right then and there.

Andrew and Chris had been friends since uni, as they called it, playing on the same team, and jerking and sucking each other off when they could. Being both top men, they didn’t get to fuck ass quite as much as they wished, although every now and then Andrew would take Chris’ cock, but only for a brief while, and certainly never hard and deep as Chris had just fucked me. Wouldn’t it be sweet, they said, if I could be their third, and they could fuck my ass all the time?

I agreed. That would be sweet. Two men wanting to fuck me while still into each other. What a hot concept.

I kissed them both goodbye and hoped to see them over our travels. Chris smacked my ass as I walked away from him. I turned and gave him a wink. “I told you I could eat you right up.” He growled after me. I smiled at him, watching his blue eyes gaze into mine. And for that moment, I remembered another giant man of mine from my past only a few years ago. Someone like Chris. Who had lust in his eyes for me and knew how to fuck hard and wild. Who I had fallen for. Who I wanted to be with all the time. But we had agreed to hold off. Till my school was done. And I was done exploring. And I suddenly missed him more than anything.

If only I could go one more round.

But I had a bus to catch. And for the first time, after Chris fucked me hard like Joe did not too long ago, I was homesick. I wanted to continue to explore over the next month, realizing what was waiting for me at home.

But until then, I was looking forward to sewing my oats. Next stop, Cairo.