Kavos (Chapter 2)

The sounds from inside made it clear he was watching Willows fucking Paul; watching his friend fuck mine.

His hand grew faster on his cock following the developing rhythm of Paul and Willow's gasps and grunts from behind the door.

Then he stopped and I realised Paul and Willows had too.

Paul was saying, "Chuck it in the loo but don't flush it 'til we've used the others..."

Then Willows: "How many have you got?"

"Two more. I only pulled one packet out from my suitcase."

"Okay. You cum in my arse, then, and I'll fuck you again with the last one."

"Yeah... I guess... but you've got to let me take my time inside you. To make it fair."

Willows chuckled.

As they repositioned themselves, Willows asked, "Have you ever done this with Daz?"

"Naah."

"You think he'd be up for it?"

"I dunno. I've wondered about it all week. But we're good mates. We have to see each other a lot when we get back to England. It might mess things up between us..."

Willows considered this and then asked, "Do you think he'd be up for it with me?"

"I dunno... I think he's desperate for a shag just as we are. So maybe..."

Then Willows grunted. "Fuckin' hell - you could have warned me..."

"Sorry. I just kind of saw an opening and went for it..."

The grunting and gasping noises continued as Paul eased himself into Willows' arse. I realised that most of the noises were coming from Paul: Willows seemed quite comfortable at receiving Paul's cock. I guess Paul's smaller size had its own advantages.

A wet, rhythmic slurping noise started up – the sounds of Willows' arse being fucked. I smiled and thought, "Nice."

My cock was aching inside my shorts, demanding the same attention that Jase's was getting.

I decided to try something a little bold. I was fairly sure my gamble would pay off and thought that the rewards, if it did, were well worth the risk.

I stood up and walked over to the bathroom door.

Jase didn't see me until I was almost right next to him.

Then he looked up at me, with a stunned expression, and froze.

I knelt down beside him and released my cock.

He looked at it and saw that it was in a similar state to his own.

I gestured to the hole in the door and he let me take a look. As I did so, I started masturbating.

In the bathroom, I saw Willows' large cock bouncing around stiffly between his legs and his balls bobbing up and down. Behind those, the muscles of his buttocks rippled with each slapping thrust Paul's hips made towards them. Behind the round cheeks of Willows' arse, Paul's cock was sliding in and out, its condom-ensheathed stem slick with lube. And behind that, Paul's own arse, having so recently experienced the same sensations that Willows was now feeling, tensed and flexed in time with his motions.

Willows asked, "Do you fuck girls like this?"

"How do you fuck them, then?"

"I dunno... faster, I suppose... rougher..."

"Well fuck me like that."

"I thought I might hurt you..."

"Fuckin' go for it. I'll tell you if it hurts."

Paul gripped Willows' waist and started hammering his cock more aggressively into the other man's arse.

Willows gasped, "Yeah... that's it..."

Paul was grunting in time with his cock. "You like that?"

Willows chuckled. "Not really. But it means I can do the same to you when it's my turn."

Paul was enjoying too intensely it to care. "Yeah... okay..."

I felt something wet on my cock and looked downward. Jase was sucking at my bell-end as I masturbated. He looked up at me and smiled quizzically.

I nodded and he grinned and returned to it. I released my hand and he started gently moving his mouth along the length of my stem.

I heard Willows say, "You gettin' close?"

Paul laughed between gasping for breath. "Nowhere fuckin' near..."

"Come on mate... we haven't got all fuckin' day..."

"Hey - you're getting two goes on my arse. It's only fair I get enough time to enjoy myself..."

Willows sighed, "Jesus..."

Paul slowed his pace down and suggested, "Maybe if you stand over the toilet. Put one foot up on it. It'd give me a better angle."

Willows complied, moaning, "Christ, trust me to pick the expert in butt-fucking..."

Paul laughed as they manoeuvred themselves into their new position. "Stop moaning... it'll be your turn in a minute... or five... or ten..."

Willows repeated, "Jesus..."

Willows bent over the toilet, and Paul bent over the top of him, hugging his body closely as we'd seen the guys doing in the alleyway at the beginning of the week.

Because their backs were facing us, I could see Paul's arse clearly. As he bent over Willows and started fucking him, Paul's cheeks opened up and I saw his arsehole looking bright pink and wide open, still wet from the lube he'd applied to himself.

I thought, "You've just lost the last part of your virginity, Paul, mate... you've got an arsehole as wide as a coke can..."

It might sound a bit weird, but while I felt excited at seeing Paul like that, I also felt a little sad. His arse was gaping open so lewdly and promiscuously: the friend I'd known and cared about for years had just been buggered right in front of me and now his arse was gaping open like a whore's pussy.

But I didn't have time to dwell on such thoughts.

Jase pulled away from my cock and, when I looked to see why, he gestured to his own, poking expectantly upwards from his briefs.

Time for payback.

I bent over and moved my face near to his cock. It smelt different from my own: sharper and more pungent. I worried momentarily that this might be more difficult than I'd anticipated.