Travelling through Europe

Spain

I had just finished university and was turning 24. As part of my own celebration before taking on a real career I decided to do the typical thing for my generation and do a tour of Europe. I was fit, young, hot and ready to take on the world.

I joined one of those European tour groups and was on my way. Two months of booked tours across Europe and Africa. I was just starting to discover my sexual side, realizing I was coming into my own with both genders - I was the nice guy that girls wanted to fuck them, and the cute little jock that guys wanted to fuck. It was the best of both worlds! At 5’9 I was lean, muscled from having spent four summers working for a landscaping company and polishing off my smooth body with a strict weight and diet routine, and I was plum for the picking. I couldn’t wait to see what adventures lay ahead of me.

I sailed through England and France with memories of fun as my tour got underway. I didn’t start off on the tour thinking about sex. But as the days drew on, and I started seeing men from different cultures, my mind became tuned to the looks I was getting, and the exotic locations started to build my desire. It wasn’t until I arrived in my third country, Spain, that I would begin my sexual tour!

Travelling with a tour group has its ups and downs. Busy pace, fast moving, with just the right amount of time at a location, coupled with chores that you have to split up and do at some overnight locations. When we arrived in Spain it was my turn for kitchen duty that evening. We were staying at one of the tour camps, and it was housed with multiple tour groups and representatives for the company who stayed there to maintain the grounds. Just outside Barcelona, our first night was at the tour company’s lodging, which was like a giant campground. We had cabins, a communal shower area, and a main camping area in the middle for movies and games. I was told to dump my stuff in my cabin and come back to the main dinner tent to help prepare as it was my turn with a few others from my group.
The few of us selected arrived at the dinner tent to meet up with the lead tour organizers who both were residing there for the summer and welcoming the various groups. One girl named Kerry from England, and another guy named Paul from Wales.

Paul was a very good looking guy, not much older than me. He was taller than me, built like a jock or an athlete, had a dark complexion with a moppy haircut that made him look quite sexy. He had a Welsh accent that was hypnotizing to listen to. As the only other male in the group he gravitated towards me as he and Kerry gave us the instructions.

He casually came over to assist in my area, asking where I was from. When I replied Canada he became even more intrigued. He told me he loved my accent, to which I replied like a school girl that his was way sexier than mine. He laughed as did I, me more uncomfortable at what I had just blurred out. As we chopped cucumbers he stood closer to me continuing to talk. I started watching his hands and arms sideways, noticing how developed his arms were. He was muscular without being huge. He looked like he had a great body, even though he was wearing pants and a loose t-shirt. And standing beside me he was making my heart pound and my cock twitch.

We finished our food prep and we were dismissed. I noticed Paul smiling a little too long at me. Or maybe it was me smiling a little too long at him. Whatever it was I walked away feeling a little dizzy as sex crept into my thoughts and fantasies. Don’t be crazy, I thought. I was probably imagining it.

I didn’t see him at dinner, but immediately afterwards our group leader led us to a section of the grounds that had a bar and a dance floor. It was outdoors and we immediately started drinking the wine as songs started playing. Our group leader told us a few of the workers were going to join us and it became a full fledged party.

Now, I am a partier. Love to have fun and love to dance. My friends used to joke that I should be in one of those cages at a club because I get so into it and look so sexy. It’s good to just let go every once I a while. And tonight was that once in a while.

For a break I flopped myself down at the table to have a shot of something someone poured me, with an empty chair to my right. I turned as a guy sat down in the chair beside me. 

It was Paul.

“Oh hey!” I said a little too enthusiastically. The liquor was already loosening me up. “Hey everyone, Paul is here!”

Paul laughed. “I see you’ve started without me.”

I passed him a shot and we clinked glasses together and downed them. Looking at each other as we did. An Australian girl from my group came up behind me and pulled me by the arm. “Come dance Brian!”

Before I could protest I was pulled out of my chair away from Paul and onto the dance floor a few feet away. Lost in the song I danced with this girl in what became a rather sexy dirty dancing sort of movement to George Michael’s “Too Funky.”

I noticed Paul was watching us. Or rather, was watching me. He was drinking a beer at this point, and was keeping his eyes on me even as he sipped from the glass, slightly slumped down in his chair. I looked over at him when I could as I continued to dance, feeling like I was starting to put on a show for him.

When the song ended, I made my way back to my seat, still empty beside Paul. I flopped down and felt my knee touch his beside me. Electricity went through me as I felt his knee connect with mine, and I instinctively moved it away.

He opened his legs wider so that his knee connected with mine again. This time I didn’t pull away. And the electricity shot through me again.

“Nice moves out there!” He said over the music, leaning up a bit to be heard, pushing his knee into mine more. There was no doubt our legs were touching, and neither one of us was making a move to separate them.

“Thanks,” I said feigning a blush. I could feel my cock grow as this stud pressed his knee against my leg. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move!

Another girl from my group grabbed me to do a repeat of before, and I reluctantly got pulled up again. Paul moved his leg away so I could stand. I purposely got up on his side, leaning on his chair to leave, brushing his arm as I am asked away.

“Show ‘me how it’s done stud.” He said in that sexy Welsh lilt as I walked away. I turned to him, smiling at me hat he just said, and gave him a wink.

A WINK! What the fuck was I doing?!

I was feeling light headed with just the amount of booze in me. I was feeling exceptionally sexy at the moment, and started to focus on Paul as I danced. He was definitely watching me. He was sitting casually in the chair beside the one I just left. Legs open wide. One arm holding his beer, the other casually draped across his big thigh. He was transfixed on my movements, watching me. And without thinking, he occasionally adjusted himself as he watched me dance.

When I saw that, I had to return. I told the girl I was thirsty and returned to my chair to grab my drink and sit down. “You’re sitting here all alone!” I yelled over the music to Paul as I maneuvered my way to my chair, this time grabbing the back of his chair to get to mine, but instead, touching his shoulders as I did it.

He reflexively leaned a bit forward to allow me in, then settled back into his previous position and opened his legs wide as I sat down. And I too opened my legs wide to find his leg with my knee. When our knees touched this time, he PRESSED his knee into me. There was no doubt we both wanted to be touching. I put my glass down on the table and let my right arm rest on the arm of the chair. Beside me, Paul did the same with his left hand. I looked down. And our arms were almost side by side as our chairs were close. Our hands were practically touching. I could feel the excitement as I inched my arm closer. Closer. And then Paul did the same. I felt the hairs of his forearm touch mine first. And we both froze. I was that close. Casually we looked like two guys sitting side by side watching the action on the dance floor. I shifted a bit and moved my arm closer so that there was no separation between us, and our forearms touched. As soon as they did I felt him press his leg into mine again hard. My cock went hard in my pants and I thought everyone could see the giant bulge of my 8 inches dying to get out.

I spread my fingers out over the arm of the chair, trying to see how far away his hand was. He did the same and our pinky fingers touched ever so slightly. Holy fuck I was dying inside. My heart was beating fast and I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the sheer intoxication of this stud beside me, touching knee to knee, arm to arm, and now finger to finger.

Suddenly Paul got up quickly and walked away from the table. I thought maybe I had gone too far. That I wasn’t reading this right. I sat forward and spun around to see where he had gone. I turned to look behind me.

Paul was standing at the exit of this outdoor bar, and was staring straight at me, standing still, waiting for me. His eyes bore into mine. I could see the lust. As I’m sure he saw it in mine as I stared back at him. We held each other’s gaze for about five seconds, before I leaped up from my chair and started moving towards him. As if on cue, he turned and walked away, silently urging me to follow him. And I did.

He lead the way away from the bar and the dance floor, away from the hub of the grounds, down a hill towards cabins that were set apart form the rest of the cabins that I was staying in. He was leading me to his cabin. For a moment I froze. Unsure of what to do. Unsure that this was what he wanted. He hadn’t looked back since he walked away. Maybe I was wrong again.

Sensing this, he turned at that moment and looked behind him. He saw me standing there still. He too stopped. He was only about ten or twenty feet ahead of me but I could see his eyes. They were pleading. He smiled at me, and gave a jerk of his head to the row of cabins ahead as if to say “Just over there.” I found myself nodding. And I moved towards him again. When I did, he turned and continued to lead the way.

He went to the row of six cabins, heading to the fourth one from the left and paused to open the door. He pushed the door open, and stepped inside, leaving it open for me. I was at the door in about twenty steps. I didn’t even pause. Or go in cautiously. Just walked right in. And the door slammed shut behind me. 

I stood in his cabin looking at him in front of the closed door. We were both frozen. And alone at last. He took one step toward me and I did the same, meeting in the middle and grabbing one another as we drew in to kiss. His lips  were soft but his tongue was fierce, entering my mouth with force and passion.  My arms wrapped around him as I got lost in that kiss. I felt hunger, passion, lust, desire...all at once. I needed to feel as close to this stud as I could. I grinded my body into his, pressing my crotch against his, our hard cocks evident as we pushed together.

I grabbed at his shirt and lifted. He stepped back, lifting his arms up and helping take it off. As soon as his was off, he pulled off mine. I stared at his upper body. He had to be an athlete. He was smooth like me. Well developed pecs and shoulders. A tight six pack of abs was staring back at me. And his biceps were flexed as if he was ready to pose for me.

“I’m not supposed to be doing this.” He mumbled. “With the guests.”

I watched him staring at my chest. Smooth like him. Lean and muscular from working outdoors all summer. My cock was already rock hard in my pants and I’m sure he could trace the outline of my 8 incher with his eyes.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I said back breathlessly.

He moved toward me like a demon, grabbing my head with both hands and planting a deep kiss on me. “My God you are sexy,” he moaned as we made out.

I needed his cock. As he was kissing me and moaning it was all I could think about. This Welsh stud standing before me became the most exotic man to me, and I wanted him. I fumbled with his zipper and button, until he joined in to help, practically yanking his pants down and stepping out of them. He was wearing tight trunk boxer briefs that did nothing to conceal his hard cock. His legs were so thick and muscular and hardly hairy. Fuck he looked so hot standing there in his white underwear. He had to be a soccer player by the size of his thighs.

He dug his hand into his underwear and pulled out his cock. I gasped as he produced it. Cut. Thick. Shaved completely! A bit bigger than mine. It looked heavy. Juicy. Meaty. And it became my focus. He held it in his hand as if to say “You want it?” and boy did I ever. From the moment our knees touched I wanted it.

I moved to him, standing in front of him, and placed my hands on his hard pecs. My hands ran down his chest and abs as I felt him shudder. With both hands I moved down to his cock and took it from his own hand. He pulled his underwear down and stepped out of them. Now completely naked from head to toe with his fat heavy dick resting in my hands. I knelt down so I was face to face with his cock. What a beautiful piece of meat. I licked the tip of his dick, the head just a bit thicker than the shaft. He moaned as I did and looked down at me. I grabbed his cock and squeezed, admiring its beauty, and saw a drop of precum ooze out. My tongue instinctively licked the piss slit and tasted his juice. So fucking sweet. That was enough tasting. I wanted more.

I engulfed his dick down my throat to a loud groan as he watched me take it down to the base. “Holy fuck!” He moaned as I didn’t stop, expertly sucking his cock up and down repeatedly. He stood there getting a lustful blow job, hanging on to the sides of my head for balance. He didn’t face fuck me or force his cock into me, he just stood there, moaning like a beast as I sucked him. He tasted so good. His cock was perfection. So hard. So thick. Meaty without being too veiny. Just fucking sweet. My hands cupped his smooth big balls as I continued my assault on his cock. I looked up at him, his cock in my mouth. His head was back. His chest muscles were tight, like he was gearing up for an explosion. His biceps were flexed as he held my head gently, compared to the display of angry looking muscles.
I pulled off and stood up. Taking his cue he pushed me towards his bed where I fell backwards in a sitting position as he tugged at my pants to pull them down, underwear and all. My cock flopped out and banged upwards against my abs. He wasted no time in kneeling before me, grabbing my cock and swallowing it down his throat. I collapsed back on the bed in a small groan as the feeling of warmth overcame me. He knew how to suck dick! His hand moved up my abs to my chest where it found my hand, and his big hand grabbed mine, intertwining his fingers into mine. I looked down at him, down past our handholding, to see his head bobbing up and down my rock hard cock. He looked up to see me looking at him. Our eyes met and he let my cock flop out of his mouth. Keeping his eyes on me, he grabbed my legs and lifted them up and apart, and buried his face in my ass. His tongue was out and at my hole. I moaned so loud I thought he would stop at the sudden sound. Instead he gave a guttural “ Yeah” as he tongued my tight ass.

He knew what he was doing. This jock was all top. All man. And he knew what he wanted. He stood up and moved to his side table, grabbing a condom from the top drawer and a bottle of lube. He ripped the condom open with his teeth and as he sheathed his shaft, he said “I wanted to fuck that ass on the dance floor.”

“Yeah?” I moaned as I lay in the same position he left me: on my back, holding my legs up and a bit apart, watching him slide the condom on and now lube his cock. “I wanted to sit ON you when our knees touched. Fuck bud. Get that cock over here and fuck me.”

He threw the lube aside moved back to me on his bed. He grabbed my left leg with his right hand as his left hand guided his cock to my waiting ass. “You ready for this?” He asked as his cockhead pressed up against my hole. I reached around and spread my cheeks a bit, opening myself up and pressed back against him. “Oh you sweet hot fucker!” he groaned as he took the invitation and pushed in a bit.

I arched my back and groaned loud as his cock entered me, sliding all the way in on that first push. He was still holding my left leg as he dove in, all the way to his balls. He held his cock there and I swear I could feel him flex it when he was all the way in. He then grabbed my right leg with his other hand and splayed me open. “Fuck buddy. You took my whole cock at once,” he said staring down at me. “Look at you loving my cock in your ass!”

I looked up at him trying to adjust to his thick dick. I reached up and grabbed his neck and pulled him down to me to kiss him. As I did, he started to thrust. He was leaning over me, pistoning his cock deep into me while making out with me, my arms wrapped around his back, holding on as he fucked me hard. I was on my back, as this stud of a Welsh man fucked me relentlessly, pausing our kisses to pull back and stare into my eyes occasionally, before shoving his tongue back in my mouth. On and on and on he went. It felt like forever as I laid there taking his pounding. We were both moaning, both grunting, both sweating. And we were both loving this position.

He grabbed my dick which was still rock hard as his cock drilled my ass and started to jerk it. My mouth opened in shock as his rhythmic thrusting matched the feelings of my prostrate as he jerked my cock. It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum if he kept that up!

“You’re gonna make me cum” I whispered breathlessly as I lay there taking the pummeling.

“Good cause I’m ready to cum too,” he grunted as he shoved his dick into me harder and harder with each thrust. “Tell me when you’re gonna cum!” He continued to stroke me and fuck me at the same time. I reached around and grabbed his ass as he fucked me hard, squeezing those glutes tight and trying to hang on. My head thrown back. My eyes were closed as I felt the rise of my cum, coming from what felt like my toes, in a long, slow, bubbling explosion.

“Oh fuck!” I started to say. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!” I kept yelling as he fucked me harder, deeper, trying to get as far in me as he could. And then I took over. With one last growl of “oh fuck!” I grabbed my cock from his hand and started jerking as the first volley of cum erupted from my cock, shooting out and up to my own face, spurt after spurt of cum landing on my face, neck, chest and abs.

I heard him utter an “Oh fuck” himself and he pulled out of my ass, tore the condom off and aimed for my chest as well. His first shot of cum, white and thick landed on my neck, mixing in with my own juice. He jerked himself above me, watching my face as load after load erupted from his dick, until he was spent. He grabbed my face and leaned down for a deep kiss, his chest falling on mine, our cum sticking us together.

“Holy fuck” he moaned, rolling off of me beside me on his bed. “That was fucking hot!”
I laid there catching my breath. “Yeah,” I said through breaths, “so fucking hot.” I couldn’t believe it. Finally! I thought. This was going to make my Europe trip memorable!!

Little did I know there were more countries to see, and many more men to cum!!