Story by: Luke Preston
Kevin walked into the dunes. The sun
was hot, burning the back of his neck and the sand was difficult to
walk on. He persevered. He needed to clear his thoughts and work
through the events of the previous day. His hangover had all but gone
and he drank continuously from a bottle of water that was now turning
warm in his hand. Around him the dunes of Gran Canaria stretched out
like the landscape of an alien planet; yellow gold, shimmering in the
heat haze, dotted with scrub and parched bushes. Last night he and
Trevor had both been high. High on drugs and booze and on the idea that
they were on holiday. Two lads together, getting away from it. Having a
laugh. A laugh that had turned into fooling around, fooling around that
had turned into fumbling, fondling and filling Trevor’s mouth with
Kevin’s come. At Trevor’s insistence.
They were
straight guys who got drunk and went too far. That was all there was to it.
Nothing more.
And the redheaded guy who had brought back Kevin’s teenage
memories? Why did he feature so prominently in Kevin’s thoughts last night and
today? What was it about that guy that made Kevin think of sex? Sex with another
boy when he was at school, sex with his best mate Trevor and maybe even sex with
the redhead himself.
He took a swig from his bottle; it only quenched his
thirst slightly. He pressed on deeper into the weird sandy landscape, leaving
the crowded beach and the basking tourists behind. He stared at the ground as he
trudged up a hill, not caring where he was going, just wandering in his thoughts
with no regard for distance covered, or time.
Until he found himself
coming up on a small copse, a collection of bushes and trees blocking his path.
He looked up at it as if it had spoken to him, taking him by surprise. To his
left the little wood stretched for a few hundred yards, to his right he could
see nothing but sand dunes leading off towards the sea. Ahead was shade, a place
to sit and brood. He ducked in under a branch and welcomed the sudden coolness
that the thicket offered. He paid attention to the path and was soon in the
middle of the scrub, avoiding sharp branches and plants he found a broken tree
trunk and sat with his back to it to swig some more water.
And that was
when he heard the noise. At first he couldn’t make out what it was he was
hearing. Something was rustling behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to
see. He was sitting on the top of a small mound and beyond it the ground sloped
down into a natural bowl, surrounded on all sides by bushes. A hidden enclave,
far from the beaten track. To see into this small amphitheatre you would have to
force your way in through the thicket and be determined to find the spot. Unless
you were sat where Kevin had stopped, quite by chance. From his slightly
elevated position he had a grandstand view down into the bowl, he was hidden by
the fallen tree, mainly sheltered from the glare of the sun, and out of sight of
the two men who were below him.
One was middle aged, Kevin guessed.
Greying temples, thinning hair, flecks of white in the hair on his chest that
was naked to the elements. The other guy, who had his back to Kevin, appeared
younger. Probably around Kevin’s age, early twenties, he was well put together
with broad shoulders, strong arm muscles and solid legs. Kevin got the
impression that these two had just arrived in their secret hollow. They both
wore shorts and nothing else but carried a towel each. They were looking around
to make sure they were alone; they didn't see that they were being
watched.
Just in case, Kevin turned onto his stomach and lay down,
peering into the hollow through the sand grass, perfectly camouflaged. He lay
and he watched.
The younger guy sat down on his towel, arranged it beneath
himself and then lay back, supporting his head on his hands. He looked up to the
sky, sunbathing, careless and relaxed. The older man came and stood over him,
one leg on either side. He reached into his pockets and dropped a few items by
the younger guy’s side. Kevin couldn’t see what they were. Then the balding man
unbuttoned the top of his shorts and Kevin swallowed. He knew what they were
about to do.
Slowly the older man unzipped his shorts and let them slip
down his legs. He wore nothing beneath. He kicked the shorts off and stood with
his hands on his hips. His cock was semihard and long. He was shaved, no sign of
hair around it at all. But something glinted in the sunlight, he wore a metal
band around his cock that squeezed his balls into a tight, solid lump, thrusting
them forwards. As Kevin and the younger guy watched, the cock started to grow.
Nothing and no one was touching it, it just got bigger and fatter until it was
sticking out before the balding guy, engorged and stiff.
Then the younger
one was undoing his own shorts. Neither of the men was talking. He lifted his
hips and slid the shorts down his legs while the older man reached down for what
he had just dropped. Kevin saw him put a bottle to his nose, remove the lid and
then sniff hard, one deep intake from each nostril. As he did this the guy lying
on the ground lay back again. He already had a hard-on and he was stroking it
slowly with one hand while reaching for something on the ground with the
other.
Kevin watched, his eyes wide, his heart thumping against the
ground. The younger guy tore open a condom and spat away the foil. Then he
slowly unwrapped the rubber down the full length of his shaft. Kevin swallowed.
His mouth was dry but he daren’t reach for water in case he made a noise and was
seen. He just watched. Watched and wondered. Wondered and wished.
The
younger guy wiped some kind of oil onto his shaft, pulling his fist back slowly
over his cock-head and squeezing tight, lubing himself up while the older man
stood astride him, smiling down and passing the bottle. The one on the floor
took the bottle, sniffed, replaced the cap and passed it back up. The older guy
smiled, took another couple of deep sniffs and replaced the lid. Then he slowly,
deliberately lowered himself down, his legs bent at the knees, supporting his
body weight, until his arse came to rest on the other guy’s cock. Kevin
swallowed again. He was trembling now.
The younger guy put his hands back
behind his head. The older one reached between his legs, grabbed the long, slick
cock, aimed it and then, in one quick movement, sat all the way down. As their
bodies met, both men arched themselves at the hips; the younger one pushing up,
the older one leaning back. He reached behind and put his hands on the ground,
supporting himself, his cock stuck straight up in the air, the metal ring
shining in the sunlight where it reached them through the trees.
And then
Kevin saw the movement start. The man on top lifted his hips slightly then
pushed them down, he groaned as he did this. The younger one just looked,
watched the body that was fucking itself on his cock. From where he was Kevin
could see the long, shining shaft slide into the arsehole, he could see it as
the man lifted up, taking the cock all the way out until just the head was left
inside of him. He saw the older man’s thighs spread out across the younger ones
when he sat down and he could see the sweat run between their bodies.
The
older man shifted his position, lent forward and knelt on the ground. He pushed
himself right back against his mate and Kevin heard both of them moan with some
kind of pleasure. Then the older one was squirming around, making circles with
his arse, then he was jogging his backside back and forward, rubbing his
constricted balls against the other guy’s groin. He got faster. He lent forward,
letting the cock slip almost right out, then he sat back firmly again, made the
circles, bounced up and down in short jerks like we was riding a horse. He lay
over his mate, they kissed once, shared another sniff from the bottle and then
the fucking continued. All the time the older man was in charge, riding the
young meat. All the younger guy had to do was lie there and be pleasured. They
were both enjoying what they were doing.
And Kevin was enjoying watching
them. He was lost in wild thoughts. One moment he was the guy on the ground and
Trevor was straddling him, getting fucked. The next moment Kevin was lowering
himself onto his best mate’s straight cock and feeling it split his virgin arse
in two. Then the redheaded guy was beneath Kevin and begging for Kevin to shoot
his load deep inside.
And then the guy lying on the ground started
bucking and twisting and gasping. Kevin heard ‘oh God, oh shit,’ and saw him try
and sit up. The older guy kept him pressed down with his weight. He was pounding
down onto the young cock harder and faster, his own cock bouncing, slapping his
stomach then slapping the other guy. The younger one reached for it, couldn’t
quite touch it, he fell back, his arms outstretched, grabbing at the sand and
thrashing his head from side to side as he arched his back one final
time.
The two men seemed frozen in time. The young one pushing up, the
older one leaning back. Kevin watched as a long jet of come left the older man’s
cock and arched through the air. It landed on the smooth, young chest and was
quickly followed by another that hit the stomach and a third that landed on the
dark pubes. The guy beneath dropped his back to the ground again and let out a
long, slow moan. His body twitched, spasms of ecstasy, his eyes screwed up
tight. The older man took hold of his own cock and milked the last juice from
it. Kevin saw it run over his fingers, he flicked them and the spunk flew off,
landing on the other guy’s neck. Then the one on top lay down and they kissed
again, with the young guy still inside the older arse.
Kevin’s own cock
was pressing hard into the sand. He was sweating, gasping for water to quench
his sandpaper mouth, not daring to move. Convinced that the pounding of his
heart could be heard he tried to breathe slowly. He was still trembling. He was
desperate to grab his aching shaft and empty it there and then. It screamed for
his attention. Now. Something had disturbed the two men. They suddenly looked
over in Kevin’s direction and he ducked. When he dared a peek they were dressing
and leaving the small hollow, silently and quickly.
A shadow passed in
front of Kevin and his noisy heart almost stopped. He heard something behind
him. He turned onto his back and looked up, shielding the sun with one hand. A
figure stood over him, silhouetted in the morning light. A man. Wearing only
swimming trunks. Looking down at Kevin’s prone body.
The man knelt down
and pushed Kevin’s legs apart. He knelt between his feet. ‘What you doing?’
Kevin said but his voice was cracked, his throat dry. He looked down the length
of his body and his view was obscured by the large, swollen mound pressing at
the front of his shorts.
‘Just stay where you are,’ the stranger said.
‘Let me deal with this.’ Before Kevin could move, or even think, he felt a large
hand on the front of his shorts. Another sound, another man appeared from the
bushes. Old, moustache, grey hair, naked. Then another appeared from nowhere and
knelt beside the prone, straight lad. This guy was also naked, fat, a stumpy,
thick cock poked out from a black mass of hair. Someone was undoing Kevin’s
shorts.
‘Fuck off,’ he tried to say, ‘I’m fucking straight…’ but the
words were lost in the dryness of his throat.
He tried to push the hands
away but they were insistent. He tried to stand up… And then stopped, dead
still.
He had recognised who it was that now held his rock hard cock in
their hand. |
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