Kavos (Chapter 2)

Jase had been right: it did feel weird fucking a guy. The sensations were all the same – a warm, wet, pleasant sensation around my cock – but the fact it was a guy's body that I was sliding into gave everything a totally different angle. The lack of any affection between us seemed to give the pleasure a new edge. The experience was purely sexual with none of the emotional complications of the heterosexual encounters I'd had.

Boiling it down, it felt so good because we were having sex for the simple, unadulterated reason of achieving pleasure. None of us wanted any more or less.

I suppose it took me a while to realise that. At first, I was too blinkered by my own heterosexual past: I assumed that I was enjoying fucking Jase because I was, kind of, his friend. Maybe the liking we'd developed for each other over the past week was fuelling our desire for one another.

But it was when – after an hour of the four of us going at it hammer and tongs on each other – Paul came around behind me and pressed his cock against my now wide-open arse, I realised that I'd got it completely wrong. Our lack of serious friendship was what was enabling this to happen between Jase and I: we could only enjoy each other if we knew we would never meet again.

Paul wanted to fuck me but I shook my head. He looked surprised but I smiled and said, "We've got to see each other just about every day after this... if we do this, we'll fuck that up."

And he looked down blankly at my chest for a few seconds, as if reading the subtitles of what I'd just said, and then looked back up to my face and, with a nod, returned my smile. Only his was much warmer.

So I only fucked two of the three arses in the room that night, and was fucked by only two of the three cocks.

It was good to stand alongside Paul, each of fucking another guy's arse: looking down at our own cocks sliding in and out of another man's bum-cheeks; looking across at each other's cocks as if comparing technique; and then looking up at each other's faces, smiling and making jokes.

And it was good to bend over the bed alongside him, each of us getting fucked. We'd look at each other's faces, both of us moving steadily against the mattress to the rhythm of the hips of the guy behind us. Then we'd look down at our cocks and joke that whichever one of us was getting fucked by Willows' monster knob seemed, for some mysterious reason, to be not quite as stiff as the other guy.

Paul tried to get fucked by Jase while he was fucking Willows but that didn't work.

I tried the same and it did. Paul called me a loose-arsed whore and laughed.

Then Paul fucked Jase and sucked on Willows' cock. That was a bit more successful for him: he came buckets up Jase's arse.

I came about twenty minutes later while Jase was fucking me. He loved to wank me while he fucked me gently and I guess I got a little overcome. Willows, who was wanking in front of me, cried out in horror as I came.

He shouted, "You bastard! I wanted to make 'im cum! Jesus..."

But my seed was shooting geysers onto my chest and belly and the damage was well and truly done.

Afterwards, Jase and Willows took turns at each others' arses on the bed while Paul and I cleaned up a bit. They didn't seem to have thought ahead to how they were going to feel about what they were doing when they got back home.

As we cleared up the layer of slimy brown condoms littering the floor, Paul muttered, "Jesus, Daz – all those condoms I brought with me. Used in one night!"

"And a quarter of them ended up going up your own arse!"

He chuckled and then muttered, as if only slowly having realised the truth of what I'd said, "Jesus, you're right... oh my God!"

As Willows was fucking Jase for about the fifth time on my bed, which was now squeaking like a rat in pain, Paul said, "I'm gonna open the balcony doors, guys. It smells of shit in here..."

Willows, hugging onto Jase's chest as he fucked him, panted, "I wonder why that would be!"

As Paul opened the doors, I said, "Hey – looks like we're giving the guy opposite a show..."

He was standing on his balcony, smoking a cigarette, and looked over at the movement of the balcony doors.

His idle, wandering gaze changed to a fixed, hardened stare when he saw Willows buggering Jase on the bed.

Willows turned and grinned over at him. Then he and Jase both gave him thumbs-up signs without missing a beat.

The guy on the balcony did one back and kept watching.

Paul went to take a shower and I sat in the chair, still naked, watching as Willows turned back to Jase and began fucking him with new-found energy. Willows rose up from Jase's back, gripped his mate's hips firmly and started making long rapid strokes into his arse, using almost the full length of his large cock. He was obviously enjoying being observed.

Jase gasped, "Fuckin' hell, mate. Remember how big that thing is..."

Without his gaze leaving Jase's back, Willows asked, "Is he still watching?"

I turned and looked through the open doors. "Watching? He's entranced!" I laughed, "Actually, I think he's playing with his dick behind the balcony. His right hand's definitely doing something..."

Willows grinned and kept fucking Jase with firm, sweeping strokes.

Jase grunted and opened his legs wider on the bed. Willows muttered, "Atta boy... "

As I sat and watched them, my cock, which had been hanging over my balls completely limp, began gradually hardening again.

By the time Paul came out from the bathroom and Willows and Jase were swapping positions on the bed, I was completely stiff.

I went for a shower to clean myself up, thinking, as I closed the door and was alone in the white tiled room, "What the hell have we been doing tonight...?"

When I came out, five minutes later, and walked back into the bedroom, Paul was in front of Willows, who was still being fucked by Jase, having his cock sucked.

I laughed, "New lease of life?"

He smiled at me. "It would have been impolite not to give the guy over there are return show. After all the times we watched him..."

I looked over at his balcony and saw that he was still watching our room, his hand now clearly working at his cock as events unfolded before him.

I finished drying myself, watching the three of them going at it: Willows feasting on Paul's upward-curving cock while Jase slammed his own manhood into Willows' arse. I was soon fully hard again.

I walked over to Jase and slid my finger into his hot, wet, loose arse. I could never have done anything like that before that day; even as I did it I was surprised at myself.

I said, "Room for another in there?"

He laughed, still fucking Willows, "Room for fuckin' pony by the feel of it..."

I sheathed and lubed myself up and, smiling over at the guy on the balcony, penetrated Jase as he fucked Willows.

He almost shouted, "Aaah... Jesus!"

I stopped pushing and said, "Does it hurt?"

He pushed back against me, "No, no... it feels good! Keep fuckin' goin'!"

I slid myself all the way and he gasped.

I tried to coincide my rhythm with his, pushing into him as he pulled out of Willows, but after a few unsuccessful attempts, he said, "Just stand there, Daz. Let me do the fuckin'."

After that I held my cock steady and he worked his hips forwards and back: my cock sliding into him as he withdrew from Willows; my cock emerging from him as he pushed back in.

He looked up at the ceiling, smiling and with his eyes closed. He was groaning with the pleasure of simultaneously fucking and being fucked.

At one point he whimpered, his hips speeding up, "It feels so fuckin' good..."

Paul laughed, "I've got to try that..."

Willows immediately suggested, "You get in front of Jase and then fuck me. The four of us in a chain... it'll be so fuckin' cool..."

But before we could do that, Jase grabbed Willows hips firmly, preventing him pulling away, and promptly orgasmed into the condom inside his friend's arse.

It was then that Paul noticed the time and we had a mad half-hour getting everything packed before we had to be out of there. Willows and Jase, who were booked onto a later flight, realised they were getting in the way, and so showered and left us fairly promptly.

As he left with Jase, Willows grumbled, "It's fuckin' typical... I was the one who started it, but I was the only one who didn't get to cum."

"C'est la fuckin' vie," Paul chuckled and slammed the door.

*****

They were handing out complimentary copies of ‘The Daily Star’ on the plane which flew us back to England. I leafed through it with irritation and handed it to Paul.

He seemed as impressed with it as I had been.

“How can being given this be called complimentary? A fuckin' chimp would be insulted...”

But then he lingered over the centre spread.

He gestured for me to take a look at it.

“BLONDS TAKE IT ALL AT KAVOS BEACH PARTIES”

Beneath it were photos of a couple of women with ridiculously large breasts frolicking with pale-skinned scrawny lads wearing Union Jack shorts.

A smaller headline, in bold, read: “No holds barred in Kavos clubs.”

And: “Three women take on one guy on stage.”

Paul snorted with irritation. "I wonder which Kavos they're talking about, 'cause it sure as hell wasn't ours."

"It says 'Kavos, Corfu' but there aren't any beaches like that anywhere on Corfu, from what we saw of it," I agreed.

Paul sneered contemptuously at the newspaper article. "It's all a fuckin' con by the Greek tourist board. That's what it is. Just to keep mugs like us bookin' our tickets to Kavos."

A woman sitting in the seats in front of us turned to throw us a pointed look. She had a young daughter with her who she obviously didn't want hearing the more colourful aspects of Paul's language.

We mouthed our apologies and went quiet, as Paul read the article and I flicked through the airline magazine.

After a few minutes, I said, "Even if we were ripped off... the holiday was okay, wasn't it?"

Paul smiled. "Yeah. There were some pretty cool bits." I looked at him and his smile broadened. "Actually, come to think of it, there were some very cool bits."

I smiled back. "Yeah. Some of it was... er... kind of fun."

Then, after another short pause, I added, "I mean, I'm not saying that I'd be rushing to go back there..."

Paul looked at me and grinned again. He finished my sentence for me: "Well, at least not for another year..."

I broke into a smile of my own. "Another year? That long? Remember we get a fortnight off at Christmas..."

"Hey, we've a week's lieu holiday to take before then..."

We both laughed.

And we had the tickets booked within a week of getting home.