Hotter

Pissed off couldn’t describe how I felt, when the Airport staff had mad a mistake at Lisbon airport. Some how my tickets were correct but the airline list of passengers didn’t include me. By the time it had all been sorted my plane had left. Of course the airline apologised but said with the whole ‘September 11th’ they can’t be too careful. They said they would put me on the next flight out which wasn’t until the afternoon. They wouldn’t give a hotel room to stay in to say they were sorry for their fuck up. They wouldn’t let me stay in the departure lounge again cause of ‘September 11th’. So I left the airport before I got thrown into jail for ripping out their throats.

I must have walked for hours, at least I was in good shape I mean I was carrying a sports bag full of clothes for my week’s holiday in Portugal. I’m 6ft 2, brown hair and brown eyes and although I’m not muscled I’m slim with some tonnage, I do have stamina though. My dad was in the army so I figured I inherited it from him. I used to play a lot of sports when I was a kid but never in teams because it lost its fun, no being 23 I kind of wished I still did it. But my job as a call centre team leader was tiring, especially after cleaning up people’s messes all day on my 8am until 8pm shift.

However right now the only problem was my feet were beginning to hurt. I decided I was just going to have to stop somewhere and rest. So I found a bar with a late license. Luckily in Europe bars can be open 24hours unlike the UK. So I went in sat down and ordered a whisky and coke. I new better than to ask for any too hard especially since it was so hot still despite the fact the sun had set hours ago.

I was into my 7th glass when I realised I was getting a little drunk. I had never been a lightweight but, with the heat and no food cause I didn’t have time or I would be late for check in earlier, it was getting to me. I was about to get up and leave and see if there were any late night takeaways when another glass was put on the table. I looked up to see two Portuguese guys stood there smiling at me.
“Looks as though you could do with a good drink” The slightly taller one said. I was a little taken back that they were speaking English to me.
“How did you know I was English?” I asked puzzled to how they found out.
“We saw you had a luggage tag on your bag” The other one said “and when we saw you drinking so much we figure you had to be English”. I laughed; I guess I was kind of fitting a stereo type. I introduced my self, Steve, and they introduced themselves as Helder and Nuno. 

They were both about at tall as me, slightly shorter maybe. Helder was the tallest and had dark hair and eyes and olive skin, as did his friend. Nuno looked a lot different to Helder; Nuno looked as though he was a tough steel kind of guy who’d beat the crap out of you if you pissed him off. Maybe it was the stubble, Helder was smooth shaven. Both were toned, athletic even, and were in their late twenties. I reckoned about 28. Helder came across as the cheeky kind of person but was also kind. To be honest they were both being kind to me. It was nice.

The conversation was a mix of English and Portuguese as they listened to my problem. It felt good to talk about it, about a minute ago I’d probably thought that all Portuguese people were fuckwits cause of the whole airport thing. But these guys really changed my mind. They bought me drinks to cheer me up. They shared my disgust that they offered no compensation for making miss my flight other than to put me on one tomorrow. What really made me think these guys were cool was when they offered me to come and stop at theirs until the morning. They even offered me food. At first I declined, but the more I did the more they insisted. Until one picked me up and slung my arm over his shoulder, I was a little drunk, and the other picked up my bag. So far I roughly translated that they were house mates or something like that.

When we got outside the humidity hit me and for some reason I passed out. The next thing I new I was at their place. Helder was sat next to me with a cool damp cloth patting my forehead whilst Nuno, as far as I can hear, was in a kitchen.
“Welcome back” Helder said with a gentle smile. I realized I was then sat on their sofa stripped to my boxers. “Sorry, we had to take them off to cool you down” he said as he noticed my shock. “I think you need to be careful about your drinking more, but then we did encourage it”. Nuno then walked in with a tray, he’d made sandwiches for us.
“I wasn’t too sure whether to give you hot food or not so I went with this” Nuno said putting down the tray. They both looked at me so worried. I didn’t understand how people this kind could exist. I knew they were going to keep worrying until I showed I was ok. Nuno wouldn’t even sit, like he needed to be ready to dial an ambulance. So I picked up a sandwich very slowly cause I felt very tired, exhausted even, and began to eat it. Nuno finally sat down and Helder relaxed into the sofa. I knew I had to eat and get some strength back or I’d miss my next flight. Nuno switched on the TV and soon came over to the sofa instead to watch what looked to be a Portuguese cop show. I continued to eat and they joined me.

It wasn’t until the cops had arrested what I had assumed was some prostitute that was murdering clients on TV that Helder and Nuno where topless. I could see the definition in the toned bodies and slight hair on both their chests. Nuno had a little treasure trail and before I knew it my eyes had followed it to a rather large package in his jeans. I nearly chocked on my sandwich and Helder and Nuno sprang to my assistance. Helder went and got some cold water and Nuno patted my back. I swallowed the bit of bread that was stuck and gulped down the water. Nuno continued to stroke the top of my back until all the water was drank.

After that he sat behind me and began to massage my back. I think he guessed with me missing my plane and collapsing and nearly chocking on a sandwich that he needed to relax me. I wouldn’t let anyone do that, but I was too tired to care. He began on my shoulders and I closed me eyes. I felt his warm large hands push and press on my muscles and made my tense neck relax until it was jelly. His hands began to slowly work down my back and to the small of my back. I began to drift off to another place in my mind, I was still awake. Then I felt his warm breath on my neck. It was then I realised he’d stopped and pulled me so I was leaning back on him, he held me from behind. Helder was lying on the sofa with his head on my lap watching the TV. As I twitched as I came back to reality. Helder rolled over so he was looking up my face.
“Hi there” he said gently, and smiling with a gentle cheekiness.
“Sorry, but I just go carried away and you felt so good that I had to hug you and I guess I just didn’t want to let go” Nuno said from behind.
“So…” I started dryly, “You guys aren’t just room mates?” I finished with a shaky voice.
“No of course not, where’d you get that idea?” Helder said looking up puzzled.
“Earlier, you guys told me you…. Well… lived together…” I said slowly realised I had misunderstood.
“Don’t worry about it” Nuno said in a whisper and began to kiss my neck. I tried to struggle out of his arms but my limbs were like weights, I was still too tired.

Nuno’s right hand began to move up my neck made pulled it to one side so he could kiss it more, whilst his left remained locked around my lower body. Helder began kissing my lap; his trails of kisses were leading to my crotch.
“Please…” I said in a gasp trying to get them to stop, but the mixture of sensations of their lips in different places and the alcohol earlier and the humidity, I couldn’t think straight. I slowly began to get into it. Helder realised this as my cock began to harden as Nuno switched sides on my neck. Helder pulled out my hard 7.5 inches and began to lick it. I gasped. I had never done anything with men before. Nuno’s hands where no longer holding me in place, they were exploring my front. Nuno then pulled me further back and kissed me on the lips. His stubble tickled my face, but I didn’t stop him. He tongue began to enter my mouth at the same time Helder began to take my cock into his mouth. I began to moan into Nuno’s mouth, no girl had been able to blow me like this. 

Nuno then pushed me to stand up and Helder pulled me along with him. Helder kneeled before me and pulled down my boxers and went back to sucking my cock whilst in kneaded my buttocks. Nuno had taken off his jeans and underwear and was behind me, kissing my neck, I could feel his hard cock against my ass. He slowly came around and began kissing me on the lips. He entered my mouth with a hunger. He took my hand and led it to his cock. He then made me jack his cock. Soon Helder was swapping between my cock and Nuno’s. My hand had left his cock to pull Nuno to me more. I began to kiss him back. I had let go. Helder stood up and kissed my neck, and I began to kiss him as well. I could taste my cock on his lips but I didn’t care anymore. Lust had taken over.

Nuno then went down and started to suck our cocks. His stubble grated my cock once or twice but he still went at it. He must have been there ten minutes when he pulled me down and I kissed him. He guided my face to Helder’s cock and I froze. What was I to do? Nuno saw I didn’t know what to do. He whispered in my ear “Like this”. He began to lick the head of his 7 inch cut cock. Then he slowly engulfed it and moved back and forth along it slowly at first but soon picking up speed. Helder moaned and stroked the back of his head. Nuno pulled Helder’s cock out of his mouth and offered it to me. My heart was racing. I slowly put my mouth around it and began to suck it. The texture and taste was different to how I imagined it, but it was a good feeling. I slowly got in to it. I began to tongue the head of his cock and then slide it all into my mouth. I even began to tease it. Soon Nuno was stood up, stroking his cock. I began to suck both of their cocks; I was developing an oral fixation on their uncut dark 7 inch cocks. They had to pull me off them and up. We then had a long three way kiss before they led me to their bedroom.

Helder pushed me on to their bed, I landed on my back and he immediately hoisted my legs up. At first I thought he intended to fuck me, but as it transpired he pull my cheeks apart and began to rim me. I felt shocks of sparks going up my spine, causing me to gasp with pleasure. Nuno moved over me and pushed his cock into my mouth. He slowly fucked my mouth. I sucked him deep and hard. I was in lust with their cocks. Helder kept eating my ass like a hungry beast and was soon fucking my ass with his tongue. I released Nuno’s cock from my mouth and began to moan loudly, it felt so good. Helder then stopped and began to suck me off. He worked his way down on my cock until he was deep throating me. I was getting ready to blow as I went back to sucking Nuno. Nuno’s moaning became louder and louder. Until he shouted something I never heard in Portuguese. Suddenly I felt him cum in my mouth and throat, I swallowed without realising. I nearly gagged on first reaction from the shock, but the taste wasn’t bad. I continued to suck until his body stopped shuddering from the orgasm. The experience had heated me up so much that I shot into Helder’s mouth, he swallowed every drop and kept sucking with enthusiasm I started to wince as it felt uneasy. Nuno moved down and began to suck Helder. Helder had been jacking himself so he was already there. But with Nuno’s angelic mouth work, Helder shot straight way howling as he did. It looked like Nuno had the same hunger for cum as Helder had displayed with me.

They both got up and push me further on to the bed. They threw the blanket other us and cuddled up to me on either side of me. Both kissing me and cuddling me, we slowly drifted off to sleep. I fell asleep with the feeling of security and happiness and something more as I fell asleep wrapped in the arms of my two Portuguese lovers.

The next morning I missed my flight. Helder and Nuno asked me to stay with them as long as I wanted. The though of going back seemed depressing, I hated my job and had no one to go back to. Not to mention I didn’t want to leave them. I didn’t know why. So I stayed. The winter maybe coming soon, but we’ll still make it hotter.

To be continued...