Having just lost my virginity to my best mate (and loved it), the rest of the night was pretty boring. We were both sobering up and tired from our recent ‘exercise’ together. We both laid in our beds and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning, dazed and confused. I couldn’t help but wonder if last night had actually happened. It seemed too wild and too good to be true. I turned over to speak to George, when I noticed his bed was empty.
I couldn’t help but panic. What if I had ruined our friendship? What if things could never be the same? At that moment, I would have done anything to take back what we had done the night before.
Eventually I calmed down, got ready and headed down to our usual meeting spot by the pool. George was down there with a couple of our friends. He smiled at me as I sat down and I asked where had been. Said he couldn’t sleep after last night. The rest of the lads thought he had meant the night out, but I knew what he really meant.
We didn’t really speak much all day, we got ready at different times and before I knew it, we were back out in the club. The more I drank, the more internally desperate I became for George to acknowledge what had happened last night.
I just couldn’t take my mind off the passionate night we had spent together. I’d never felt these emotions before and I didn’t like them. It also didn’t help that he looked amazing. He was really starting to tan now. He was wearing some short shorts, almost like a rugby player. His thick thighs were so tanned now and his leg hairs had started to turn blond. His muscular ass was looking especially good and all I could think was “wow!”
I kept thinking about what he had said last night about it being my turn next. I’m a total top, always have been, always will be. I’d never even considered being fucked by a guy before. I doubt this was George’s intention, but the less attention he paid to me, the more I knew I needed to be fucked by him.
It became later and later until it was around 2am. I’d had enough, I walked over to George and started to dance with him. Every now and again, I would brush a body part against him. A little touch of his bum here, a little rubbing of my crotch against his hand here. I was very sly about doing this, it would have basically been impossible to tell unless you were George. But George could notice. Everytime I did it, I noticed a smile on his face.
This continued for around 20 minutes until George suggested we got a taxi home and winked at me. We made our excuses and jumped in the taxi together. I was so turned on at this moment. I held my hand on his thick thigh and felt his shorts grow tighter.
We got into the room, barely able to keep our hands off each other for another second. I immediately ripped his shirt off and started to kiss his body. I started on his neck, down to his chest then abs before I reached his shorts. I then went down to his feet and kissed my way up his thick, hairy legs until I, again, reached his shorts.
By now he was so erect, it was basically taking my eye out. I was so ready for it now. Just as I had for the first time a couple of days ago, I went to town on his gorgeous uncut cock. Like a man possessed, every moan and groan he made gave me the motivation to keep going. I was so erect by now. I got up, took off all my clothes and assumed the position on the bed.
I was on all fours, he grabbed the lube that I had brought (little did I know who would end up using it) and prepared for what was about to happen. He gently fingered my ass. It was at this moment, for the first time, I realised just how big George’s hands were. I couldn’t help but moan. I was getting so turned on, I knew I needed him to fuck me.
Just like that, it began. Gently, at first. Slowly his fat cock went in and out, in and out. He steadily increased the pace until we were fucking. I was being fucked in the ass by my best mate, and it felt incredible. His low hangers slapped against my skinny arse and his cock bulged inside me. Occasionally, he slapped my arse and it felt amazing.
I am usually a dominant person in the bedroom, but I was enjoying the role reversal. I moaned like a bitch. My cock was now so erect, he reached around and started to toss me off. I warned him what would happen if he didn’t stop. He started to kiss my back and I couldn’t take any more, I came all over his bed. This was one of the biggest loads of my life, and it felt incredible.
This turned George on so much, he went even harder than I thought possible. He was clapping me so hard with his giant balls, I was becoming worried someone would hear us, but it was too hot for me to care. He grabbed my hair, pulled his fat veiny cock out and came all over my back.
Exhausted, we barely moved for a couple of minutes as we caught our breath back. I went to go in the shower and I got up and left, he planted a kiss on my lips. I never wanted this holiday to end.
I woke up the next morning, dazed and confused. I couldn’t help but wonder if last night had actually happened. It seemed too wild and too good to be true. I turned over to speak to George, when I noticed his bed was empty.
I couldn’t help but panic. What if I had ruined our friendship? What if things could never be the same? At that moment, I would have done anything to take back what we had done the night before.
Eventually I calmed down, got ready and headed down to our usual meeting spot by the pool. George was down there with a couple of our friends. He smiled at me as I sat down and I asked where had been. Said he couldn’t sleep after last night. The rest of the lads thought he had meant the night out, but I knew what he really meant.
We didn’t really speak much all day, we got ready at different times and before I knew it, we were back out in the club. The more I drank, the more internally desperate I became for George to acknowledge what had happened last night.
I just couldn’t take my mind off the passionate night we had spent together. I’d never felt these emotions before and I didn’t like them. It also didn’t help that he looked amazing. He was really starting to tan now. He was wearing some short shorts, almost like a rugby player. His thick thighs were so tanned now and his leg hairs had started to turn blond. His muscular ass was looking especially good and all I could think was “wow!”
I kept thinking about what he had said last night about it being my turn next. I’m a total top, always have been, always will be. I’d never even considered being fucked by a guy before. I doubt this was George’s intention, but the less attention he paid to me, the more I knew I needed to be fucked by him.
It became later and later until it was around 2am. I’d had enough, I walked over to George and started to dance with him. Every now and again, I would brush a body part against him. A little touch of his bum here, a little rubbing of my crotch against his hand here. I was very sly about doing this, it would have basically been impossible to tell unless you were George. But George could notice. Everytime I did it, I noticed a smile on his face.
This continued for around 20 minutes until George suggested we got a taxi home and winked at me. We made our excuses and jumped in the taxi together. I was so turned on at this moment. I held my hand on his thick thigh and felt his shorts grow tighter.
We got into the room, barely able to keep our hands off each other for another second. I immediately ripped his shirt off and started to kiss his body. I started on his neck, down to his chest then abs before I reached his shorts. I then went down to his feet and kissed my way up his thick, hairy legs until I, again, reached his shorts.
By now he was so erect, it was basically taking my eye out. I was so ready for it now. Just as I had for the first time a couple of days ago, I went to town on his gorgeous uncut cock. Like a man possessed, every moan and groan he made gave me the motivation to keep going. I was so erect by now. I got up, took off all my clothes and assumed the position on the bed.
I was on all fours, he grabbed the lube that I had brought (little did I know who would end up using it) and prepared for what was about to happen. He gently fingered my ass. It was at this moment, for the first time, I realised just how big George’s hands were. I couldn’t help but moan. I was getting so turned on, I knew I needed him to fuck me.
Just like that, it began. Gently, at first. Slowly his fat cock went in and out, in and out. He steadily increased the pace until we were fucking. I was being fucked in the ass by my best mate, and it felt incredible. His low hangers slapped against my skinny arse and his cock bulged inside me. Occasionally, he slapped my arse and it felt amazing.
I am usually a dominant person in the bedroom, but I was enjoying the role reversal. I moaned like a bitch. My cock was now so erect, he reached around and started to toss me off. I warned him what would happen if he didn’t stop. He started to kiss my back and I couldn’t take any more, I came all over his bed. This was one of the biggest loads of my life, and it felt incredible.
This turned George on so much, he went even harder than I thought possible. He was clapping me so hard with his giant balls, I was becoming worried someone would hear us, but it was too hot for me to care. He grabbed my hair, pulled his fat veiny cock out and came all over my back.
Exhausted, we barely moved for a couple of minutes as we caught our breath back. I went to go in the shower and I got up and left, he planted a kiss on my lips. I never wanted this holiday to end.