Kavos (Chapter 1)

Paul turned to me and I threw him a mistrustful look. The chances were that these guys were up for a fight with us for disturbing their fun with a girl, but Paul shrugged dismissively as if I was being over-cautious.

He turned back to them. "Are you guys being serious?"

They nodded. big cock said, "Yeah. What the hell..." He pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper open.

As Paul walked down the alleyway towards them, the guy unfurled the condom down his large engorged cock.

I followed Paul. I didn't have a good feeling about this. Paul was pissed and horny and I knew from past experiences that, when he got himself into this state, he was liable to get himself into a lot of trouble for listening to his dick rather than his head.

When we reached the rubbish skip, Paul looked behind it.

He said, "Where's the girl?"

The smaller guy grunted, "Huh?"

Paul looked confused. "You guys were fucking a girl...?"

The guy with the big cock wanked the condom up and down his length a little, restoring it to full stiffness. He laughed. "In case you hadn't noticed, Einstein, there are about three girls here. And two of them are already hitched up..."

The other guy laughed too. "Girls are a fuckin' luxury, mate."

I realised what was going on and tried to pull Paul away.

He resisted and waved me off. "Who were you fucking then?"

The guy with the big cock laughed more loudly. "Jesus - do you I 'ave to draw you fuckin' diagrams or something?"

Paul looked bewildered.

The guy said, "I take it you're new arrivals..." Then he turned to his friend. "Should we show him, Steve? Show him how to fuck the Kavos way...?"

The other guy - Steve - grinned and spat on his fingers again. Smearing his slaver around his arsehole, he looked at me and said, "Watch and learn, mate. This is the only action you guys are gonna get while you're here..."

He turned to face the wall and bent forwards, his hands splayed against the back door of a club. His arse pointed outwards, his hairy cleft open and wet with his strings of his spit.

Then the other guy walked up behind him and pressed his huge cock against his mate's hole.

He pushed a little way in and Steve gasped.

Paul said, "Oh Jesus..."

The guy pushed harder and an inch of his cock slid into Steve's arse.

Paul turned to me and looked shocked.

I threw him a similar look and then looked back at the cock sliding into Steve's arse. In less than ten seconds, more than half of it was inside the other man.

Steve looked back at us over his shoulder and said, his voice only slightly affected by his situation, "This is what Kavos does to you... a week here and we're both taking cock like a couple of lifelong queers..."

His mate laughed and bent over his body. He wrapped his arms around his friend's chest and pressed himself close, his chin against the back of Steve's neck.

Then he started humping him, drawing his cock in and out in long, slow strokes.

I looked at his arse, bobbing up and down as he fucked the other man, and saw that, like Steve's, the cleft was hairy and wet. He turned to see me looking at it and laughed, "Just 'cos it's wide open from his cock, don't think it's a chance to get a freebie. Any guy who fucks me has to get a pretty long taste of my cock up his own arse - ain't that right, Stevie boy...?"

Steve said wearily, "Fuckin' tell me about it..."

I noticed, though, that, despite his supposed boredom at it being his turn to be fucked, his own cock was still fully hard as it bobbed around between his legs.

We left them at it, the guy with the big cock starting to grunt and pant as he fucked the other man's arse more roughly and hurriedly.

Paul almost had to be pulled away.

We didn't say anything as we walked back to our room.

In fact, Paul only said one thing to me before we slept. He asked, "Would you go for that... having a guy fuck you if he let you fuck him...?"

And he nodded. "Me neither."

Ten minutes after I'd put the light out I heard Paul masturbating in his bed. The bed-frame squeeked gently and rhythmically and there were occasional tell-tale slaps of palm against cock.

I thought, "Oh shit. This is going to take half an hour..." I'd shared a room with Paul many times before. I knew he wasn't exactly a fast mover when it came to wanking.

But he came almost immediately; probably within two minutes of starting. It was so fast that I thought he must be sneezing or something until the characteristic smell of his semen wafted over me.

I turned over and went to sleep as he wiped himself off with his underwear.

*****

On the beach the next day, Paul told Jase and Willows what we'd seen on the way back to our hotel.

They weren't as freaked out by the revelation as I thought they would be.

Willows even made the joke: "Well it worked for us last thing, didn't it, Jase... and it helped shift my constipation..."

Jase said, "Don't even fuckin' joke about it. It's gross."

Paul shook his head. "I dunno... those guys last night seemed to be enjoying it..."

"Come on, Paul," I interjected. "Guys are supposed to shit through their arses. They're not supposed to get fucked through them..."

Willows kept his joke running. "But if there's nothing else on offer... second best is better than nothing at all." He put his hand on Jase's bare thigh and fluttered his eyelids at him. "Isn't that right, darling?" 

Jase pushed him off. "I didn't come to Kavos to take turns playing Arthur and Martha with you, Willows." Then he smiled. "I mean, we get enough of that back at home..."

I wondered if Paul would want to push things further - he seemed very interested by what we'd seen - and so I glanced over at him. I immediately noticed that the front of his swimming trunks had swollen outwards a little as if his cock struggling to lengthen in their tight confines.

He saw what I was looking at and stood up. Walking towards the sea, he muttered, "I'm going for a swim, guys."

And so the topic died a death again.

But Paul returned to it that night. Repeatedly.

Whichever bar we went into, he'd look around, trying to spot the two guys who we'd caught screwing in the alleyway.

Jase grinned over at me at one point and said, "Hey, is your mate always so fascinated by queers?"

I smiled back. "Can't say I've noticed it before..."

Paul said, "Hey - pardon me for having never seen guys fuck and finding it a bit weird. Just 'cos you guys are totally comfortable with it..."

Willows laughed. "If you spot them, Paul, point them out to me. I could do with a good fuck tonight..."

Paul laughed back. "You'll have to join the fucking queue..."

Jase looked towards me and raised his eyebrows. I shrugged.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Paul spotted one of them in a restaurant as we walked between bars.

Willows was clearly very interested. "Christ, you wouldn't think he'd be up for gay stuff, would you. He looks totally straight..."

I said, "He probably is totally straight. He just needed a shag and there aren't any women around."

Jase looked disgusted. "Yeah, but you wouldn't shag another guy's arse, would you. I mean you'd have to be desperate..."

Willows shrugged. "It's a hole. If it was dark and you were pissed enough you might not care..."

Jase threw him a surprised look. "I'm locking myself in the bathroom to sleep tonight, mate..."

A few hours later, I spotted the other guy from the alleyway and pointed him out to the group.

Paul said, "He's with another bloke. D'you think they're gonna go and fuck each other?"

I laughed. "How the hell would I know?"

Jase said, maybe intending it as a joke, "I thought the other guy looked upset when we saw him earlier. He must have been dumped."