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(MF-teens, MM, 1st-bi-expr, mast, oral, anal, exh, rom) *** Author Note: This story was written for an admirer of my previous stories. If you have an idea you think I may be able to do justice to, then please write. Also please give feedback, it's what keeps me motivated to write more. *** This is the story of rather remarkable holiday I enjoyed with my boyfriend last year in Southern Europe. We had both worked really hard for several years and had never managed to get more than a few days away each year that we had been together. Summer 2007 was to witness our 5th year of being together as a couple, as well as a milestone in our professional lives. Matt had qualified the previous year as a Solicitor and was about to take up his first full time job in the profession. I was, and still am a Doctor in training and hope to become a surgeon one day soon. But in early Summer I was to complete the bulk of my University work and embark on a long period of work based learning. All in all we felt we deserved a treat, so with the help of savings and parents generosity, and Matt's romantic nature we booked ourselves a fortnight in a most wonderful looking lakeside Tuscan villa for August. In the few weeks before we went we could hardly control ourselves. We flew into Italy and despite having booked with a rather prestigious holiday agent, found ourselves on a rather less prestigious coach, apparently preparing to do the rounds of the various hotels and guest houses dropping new arrivals on the way. I was less than enthusiastic after a long day travelling and hoped our stop would be earlier rather than later. However, just before we were to set off a final couple boarded the bus and I have to admit I thought the evening lightened up a little. They were quite young, almost too young to be travelling alone if you understand. But she was stunning, I mean really drop dead, jaw-slackening gorgeous. Matt and I have always enjoyed looking at girls in the street, when shopping, on TV etc. He knows that I was bi-curious when we met and actually made me feel more at ease with the fact. We're very secure together, so a bit of window shopping never harms. It only took a glance from me, and his exaggerated raised eyebrows to suggest he agreed. Let me try to describe her, she was 17 maybe, about 5'7" and with naturally curly golden blonde hair. Her curls were quite tight, not just waves and her hair was tied up in a ponytail. It looked very casual and pretty. Her face was cherubic, rounded like a doll, with huge round manga-character eyes which seemed to glitter even in the dull coach-light. I thought they were green, but later found out that they were a light honey brown – very sensual. She wore just jeans and a t-shirt but her figure was obviously very good, and as she turned to take a seat just two rows in front of us I couldn't help noticing her wonderful ass. Her boyfriend was not bad either, about 6'0" and about the same age. He wore combats in khaki and a sweat-top which looked worn and comfy. He has short mousey hair, was quite tanned and pretty. His blue eyes were obvious from the moment I saw him, as was his slim waist, flat stomach and tight butt. Quite a couple I thought. Anyway, to cut a long story short Matt and I talked briefly about them, well mainly her and agreed she was a fox! As the night and the coach trip drew on I drifted in and out of slumber until Matt woke me and pointed out that; a. The coach was nearly empty and b. The only other couple left were the cute ones! We reached our villa and the coach drive called out our name in heavily accented English. We disembarked and unloaded our cases. I managed to sneak in a polite "Goodnight!" to the couple as we passed, and was rewarded with an English response, and an English accent! As Matt took the cases from beneath the cabin I looked up and smiled at the very tired looking Goldilocks! She smiled back and shut her eyes and they were gone. It was actually a hell of a walk from the gate to the Villa, and on the way we talked about a letter of complaint to the travel company. Then we reached the villa and all such thoughts were extinguished. The villa was palatial; both in size and quality. It was magnificent, and set on a cliff directly over the lake but some 50ft above. The villas pool, which was surrounded by under-lit terrace, ran right to the edge of the cliff with the water constantly running over the edge down into the depths below. It was dreamlike, but not even my excitement could keep me going another minute! I needed my bed! *** When we are at work or studying I can never get up, I always feel so tired. So I rely on Kate to bring me a brew and perk me up! She's normally pretty imaginative in her approach. Funny thing is though, at weekends or days off, she'll sleep for ever; until midday sometimes. And so it was today, here we were, laying in the largest sleigh bed I have ever seen, between white sheets and embroidered quilts of pure luxury and intense rich colours, with the sun playing through the long white voile drapes and gently warming the pale palazzo floor tiles. But despite all this I wanted to be up, exploring, relaxing and enjoying time together in this luxury. I knew though that I should wait, let Kate wake in her own time and share the exploring together! I lay for what seemed like hours, watching the sun playing with its shadows across her naked body. I felt like I could stare at her for hours. I thought myself a very lucky man as I lay there. Kate is a very beautiful girl, and I have always felt lucky to know her, and for the past five years, to be with her. We've known each other since we were just kids, 4 or 5 and at primary school. I guess I had no idea back then that the chubby freckly kid who always made me laugh with her slapstick routines would grow into this intelligent, successful beauty lying beside me this morning. Let me describe her: Kate is around 5' 9", tall and slim, size 8 most of the time, with long slim legs, a firm flat belly, lovely round little hips and a great backside. She has a long slender back, arguably one her best features especially when draped in an expensive cocktail dress. She has firm c-cup breasts, slim shoulders and a neck to die for. Her very dark brown hair is cut into a funky, edgy boy-cut with an asymmetric fringe. This short hair accentuates her high cheekbones and beautiful classical features, and also makes the most of her long slim neck. I am widely believed amongst my peers to be one lucky guy – and this morning staring down at her sleeping, watching as just a couple of inches of her peachy arse come into view from beneath the heavy bed clothes, I can believe it! As Kate started to stir, so did my loins. Watching her body become gradually visible as she woke and kicked off the covers, seeing those wonderful firm tanned breasts bounce into view as she rolled backwards, her piercing green eyes opening to see me, I struggled to fight off an erection. Deep down though I knew I wouldn't be getting any just yet this morning – Kate was going to want to explore! First she wanted a shower, and boy did this master suite have a shower! From the main bedroom, which was huge, there was a large breakfast balcony, a dressing room (which was bigger than my own bedroom back in the UK) and which led to the walk-in wardrobe; there was also an ensuite lavatory and then the wet room. The wet room was covered, literally floor, walls and ceiling, in black marble tiles. There were two huge carved slate pedestal wash stands facing a huge full length mirror on one side, and then, behind a massive glass screen was a shower area with three huge chrome shower heads! I just knew we'd have fun in there over the coming days. But for now Kate wanted to get going so as she stepped into the steaming spray, I went downstairs to put the kettle on in the knowledge that hot coffee always helps my lady to function! We spent the day in raptures, wandering around our new palace gasping at the luxury, or the views, or the pool. It was truly magnificent and I felt that I had achieved nothing less than my hard-working girlfriend deserved. By about midday, we had exhausted ourselves with looking around the place and decided to get properly dressed and take a drive into the local town, making use of the small car which came with the villa. Kate had showered earlier and dressed immaculately as always, so I left her on the terrace to go get dressed. As I was upstairs I heard the doorbell ring; it sounded very grand and I hesitated for a moment wondering if Kate would want me to find out who it was. We certainly weren't expecting visitors. I needn't have worried as I soon heard Kate's bare feet patting over the tiled floor and muffled voices. In fact it sounded like she knew whoever it was as I swore I heard an enthusiastic "Hi!" and jolly chat. I rushed to get dressed as I was intrigued to know who was visiting. I skipped downstairs and followed the voices into the huge kitchen and was bowled over; it was the young couple from the coach last night. Kate introduced them to me as Francesca and Martin who it turned out were staying in the gatehouse of an even larger, but currently empty villa just half a mile up the track. It seemed that they, like us had planned a trip into the town, but didn't realise how far away the town was. I felt a little sorry for them as I explained. "You know it's a good 6 or 7 miles? Do you not have a car?" "I only passed my test a few weeks ago, and Fran is not 17 yet! I couldn't get insurance on a hire car." Martin explained, "But it's no big deal we'll work something out with local transport!" "Well listen, we're going into town now, so feel free to jump in with us and we can agree a time to meet to come back, or you can make your own way back whichever you prefer!" The two of them seemed really pleased with the plan, and Francesca seemed relieved to have other English people nearby. It was their first holiday abroad with parents and I think they were a little overawed by the whole thing, and certainly hadn't expected to be so isolated. For my part I was only too happy to help, young Fran was looking bloody divine, and I was stirred to notice Kate's eyes giving her the once over too. Martin was a good looking lad too; a little androgynous with his smooth olive skin, slim figure and tight butt, but not in any way unattractive. When Kate and I had first got together I had found out about her bi-curiosity and encouraged her to at least experience being with a girl rather than spend her life wondering. In fact we had two occasions when she did just that – the first was a little too pre-meditated and fell a little flat, putting her off for a while. But I then made the most of a situation on a night out one time and to cut a long story short, we enjoyed a couple of nights, several weeks apart with a young and very fit girl. She was perfect actually, had a very fit body, was fun to be with, was more gay than bi, but wasn't put off by guys. As it happened Kate and her had most of the fun, but I got spoilt too! It was romantic and nice – we're not swingers by any stretch and enjoy what I think is a normal solid secure life, and I hope to marry her someday soon. During this time I had hinted at my own bi-curiosity but we had never pursued it. As I stood there in the kitchen I couldn't even be sure that Kate had taken my hints, and wondered if she knew at all. At least she found him attractive too, I thought as I saw the way she manufactured an opportunity to get a look at his bum in his linen trousers. The day turned out to be great. Kate and I shopped and looked around the rural town, which was pretty and rustic. We agreed to meet Fran and Martin later and all decided together to eat out. It was lovely and we all got on, in fact Martin and I agreed to meet the following day to cycle into the hills and the girls agreed they'd have a day of sun-worshipping. We dropped the couple off at their rather pokey gatehouse late that evening and went back to our villa. I'm still not sure how we got used to normal life again after living in such abject luxury! *** The next day was fantastic! I got up early and jumped on my bike for the short ride up to the gatehouse. Martin was waiting outside for me and we rode up into the hills. I was quite impressed by his abilities and it allowed us to enjoy a morning of pretty hardcore off-piste cycling. By about 11.30 we were shattered and stopped in a small lay-by high in the hills overlooking our lake. We sipped our water bottles and chatted about stuff for a while. Inevitably the subject got onto girls, and sex, and I discovered that whilst neither were virgins, they hadn't slept together yet. Like Kate and I they had known each other since primary school, but in their case had only been an item for a month or so. Martin also told me with mock annoyance that he had planned last night as "the night", but that my and Kate's insistence on that 2nd bottle of wine had put paid to that, Francesca apparently being out cold before her head hit the pillow! I laughed and teased him, suggesting if it had been so long since he had had any then she probably hadn't missed much. Martin looked suddenly vulnerable and admitted it was a concern. I joked that he should relieve himself before the big evening, giving himself opportunity just to recover! She'd not be disappointed in my experience. He was surprisingly taken with this advice and we laughed about it. I should explain that my own bi-curiosity always felt a bit odd. You see, I've never been attracted to the idea of snogging some stubble faced hunk, and anal sex either as provider or otherwise has held little appeal. My fantasy has always just been about sucking on a nice smooth shaved cock! But sat here, with this pretty handsome lad, with his long lashes and almost effeminate figure, I found myself aroused to some degree, and wondered how things would develop. The two of us re-mounted and raced back down the hills, going hell-for-leather and letting our competitive instincts control our recklessness for a while, With hindsight perhaps my intentions were more obvious than I thought, wanting to arouse the adrenalin and other chemicals coursing through the veins of my new buddy. We arrived back at the villa panting and sweating and headed straight to the fridge for a cold drink of water. Seeing no sign of the girls we headed up to the master suite for a shower. I was enjoying showing off our temporary home to a very impressed Martin. Upstairs I opened the doors to the balcony and we looked out at the view over the lake. Almost at the same moment, both my eyes and those of Martin dropped to the pool, where we finally saw the girls. The sight was breathtaking; perhaps even more so than the Tuscan panorama which had held our attention just moments earlier. Francesca was lying prone on one of the 1920's oak steamer chairs, and it seemed she was wearing just a simple little bikini bottom. Kate was kneeling next to her on the floor, and the two were in animated conversation, seemingly laughing and joking. All the while Kate was rubbing cream or oil into Fran's legs, occasionally allowing her hands to wander all the way up to Fran's peachy cheeks. Martin seemed aroused too, smiling at me in mock surprise. "If I stand and watch those two much longer I probably won't need that wank, Matt!" laughed Martin. I laughed with him, and decided if I was going to get anywhere with this guy, then I needed to act now while his barriers were down. "Cold shower then?" I asked mockingly. I began to peel my sweaty clothes off, and enjoyed Martin watching me, unsure what to do. "Not sure about cold, but a shower sounds good, or I'll be getting nothing later! Shall I wait up here until you're finished?" "No need pal, get undressed and I'll show you a real shower! So, you really that horny?" "Oh god yeah, it feels like it's been forever!" I was naked now, and Martin was just getting into taking his kit off! I took the opportunity then to walk around the room a little cleaning up my clothes and stuff, just to make him at ease. I was happy with my body, and felt great walking nude in front of this guy. Kate often referred to me as built like Michelangelo's David – a statement which I enjoyed tremendously. In fact, her secret message refers to a conversation we had when we first met, when I joked to her that "I was a grower, not a shower!" I was referring to the fact that I have a "David" like penis, small and well formed, until aroused, when it is of acceptable stature. In fact, one girl said of me long after we had been together, and fortunately for me said in company that my aroused penis was, "like a fucking can of Stella!" Most girls agree that while I have an average length hard-on, it is substantial in width. These days it is kept fully shaved. I walked off to the wet-room and told Martin to come through when he was ready. I hoped he was feeling cool with me, and with showering with another guy! I didn't have long to wait and had barely got into the steaming hot water before I saw him come in, whistling at the luxurious nature and size of the room. As he approached me I watched him through the glass. His body was great; he had a more defined stomach than me, long seemingly hairless legs, a completely smooth and slim torso and was tanned all over. His cock sat between a small thick patch of dark hair and swung proudly as he walked. He seemed naturally devoid of hair on his balls. I had deliberately picked the furthest showerhead to stand beneath, and was keen to see what martin would do. In the event he walked boldly through the first shower and to the one next to me! "This is pretty impressive Matt; we sure picked the wrong place!" "Yeah, it's so much more than we were expecting to be honest..." I soaped up and enjoyed the release as my muscles relaxed in the steam, and I began to feel clean. I shut my eyes to allow the spray to catch me full in the face and desperately tried not to get the erection I could feel coming. When I opened my eyes again I caught Martin watching me cock slowly developing and soaping his crotch at the same time. I winked and teased him: "Making sure you're all clean huh, or couldn't wait for that wank?" Martin just laughed, unable to think of a quick riposte. "Well it's as good a time as any; will you get the chance later?" "I dunno! Are you serious?" Bingo! I think at that point I'd hit the jackpot. "Why not," I said, "Those two seemed to be enjoying each other's company didn't they?" "I guess so," Martin giggled nervously, "they certainly seemed relaxed!" I began to obviously soap my prick, this time trying to get it hard. Martin watched but his eyes seemed unable to stay still, darting away and constantly coming back to watch my cock hardening. Eventually he started to soap his own cock, stepping a foot or so towards me to avoid direct spray washing away his shower gel lubrication, but at the same time turning away from me slightly. Shy boy! I thought. I could tell he wasn't letting himself go. "You'll never come with a half-assed effort like that, pal!" I stepped behind him with fresh gel in my hands, and reached around both sides of his slender waist, taking his still partially soft prick in my hands gently. He didn't object, in fact he simply gasped and he reached out one hand to the marble wall to steady himself. I got him hard very quickly, and he was quite a big boy; maybe 8 or even 9 inches to my 7! I soaped him long and gentle, but with a firmness to get him to where he needed to be. All the while my cock was ploughing a soapy path vertically between his wonderfully tight butt cheeks. Before long I knew he was losing himself and decided to suck my first cock, I turned him around so his back was on the wall whilst letting the spray rid him off soap I dropped to my knees, still massaging him with my hands. I licked his beautiful cock head and opened my mouth to take him in, at which point he came unexpectedly with a burst of come hitting my chin and then my chest. I carried on gently and slowly rubbing his cock until he'd finished; and then I washed him off! I wondered how he would now react to my advances. He might even be mad at me. I had no need to worry; as I stood up he smiled at me and said, "You are such a fucking bad influence!" He smiled a wicked smile and grabbed my cock with his hands. He quickly dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, hungrily sucking me and licking me noisily and expertly. When my shaft was wet with his saliva he pushed me deeply into his mouth, in one stroke his lips reached my balls and the bottom of my cock. I was amazed, and wondered if he'd sucked a cock before. I didn't last long as I too had been victim of Kate's tiredness, and had gone without since we were last in our Leeds apartment back home. I warned him that I was going to come and he issued me with muffled reassurance that I should allow it – my head fell back and my balls burst into Martin's mouth and throat. It was incredible, so many firsts all in one! We dried and dressed together in the bedroom, avoiding discussion on what had happened for the most part. As we were dressed and ready to go see the girls I cupped his arse, now firmly clad in my jeans, and whispered to him that I would get to suck his cock before I returned to England. He shot me a blinding smile and simply said, "Ok!" before skipping off to see the girls. *** Occasionally something which one hasn't dared to hope for just happens, and if you're not careful, you spend so much time wondering if it's too good to be true that you risk the very enjoyment you have coveted. So it seemed today. I pretended to be asleep when Matt left for his bike ride this morning, just so that he wouldn't feel bad for leaving me. He can be so sensitive and thoughtful. An hour or two later I was up and enjoying a coffee when Francesca came to the door having walked down. This girl was quite and without exaggeration, the most strikingly beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her hair hung down in ringlets today framing her face like a Masters Oil painting. In the baking continental sun she wore a pretty white knitted bikini top, which hid little and boasted of the pretty small young boobs beneath. She also had on a pair of retro shorts and some little flowery flip-flops. God, I fancied her. Over the coming hours I learned not only was she beautiful, but was also great company, and really mature for her age. We'd chatted about all sorts, had an early healthy lunch, swam for a little (at this point she simply removed her delicate bikini top, slipped off her shorts and swam in a little bikini bottom which did nothing to hide her delightful bum!) We ended up sunbathing for an hour or two after lunch, ill-advised I know, especially for a Doctor! So we snoozed and chatted and listened to her iPod on some little speakers. When she needed a top up of sun-cream I volunteered and lost myself rubbing it in. I swear I had become so relaxed with her company, that when I was rubbing and teasing her bum and inner thighs with my fingers I had completely forgotten myself. When I realised I was shocked at myself, and moreover by the fact the she had allowed me to carry on doing so with only the occasional pleasured purr to punctuate the conversation. I sensed the boys were back and leant forward to whisper in her ear; "The kid's are back, so we'll have to press pause for now!" Francesca put out her bottom lip and made a sulky sound, then broke into a broad smile – she was giving me the come on!!!! Yay! I moved back to my own steamer chair and waited for the boys. They seemed to take forever getting changed, but eventually appeared and were obviously getting on famously! "Seems you were getting steamy up there?" I joked, although neither saw the funny side, "I nearly called the Fire Brigade when I saw the steam coming out of the window! Been showering?" "Can't get enough of that shower, honey" laughed Matt, "I could stay in there all day!" Martin proceeded to tell Francesca all about the suite and suggested that she "must try it before we leave!" I could have cackled like a cheesy Hollywood villain at that moment, thinking to myself what a wonderful idea that would be; I vowed to use my next opportunity to show her! But for now my boy was back and I'd missed him. He looked gorgeous in his cut-off combats and scruffy t- shirt, with his just washed hair all scruffy! God I loved him! I noticed too that Martin was wearing Matt's clothes; presumably he hadn't brought a change with him today. He was a little slimmer that Matt and so the worn jeans hung off his waist and occasionally flashed a bit of firm bum-crack as he clearly had on no underwear, and no t-shirt. He was really remarkably cute, and a perfect match for his divine girlfriend. I decided to be mischievous as I was horny as hell. "Let's swim!" I said jumping up and pulling off my white sarong. I had on my full bikini, but knew that no-one else was fully prepared! Francesca was game though, and rolled over, jumping up and baring her cute little a-cup breasts without hesitation. The two of us raced to the pool and dived in to the cooling water. The boys stood a little dumbfounded, until Matt began to smile. He ripped off his t-shirt and dropped his short revealing a "jockstrap" type pair of CK's. He kicked Martin in the bum before shouting, "Come on shy boy!" and ran wildly into the pool. Martin wasn't to be the wet lettuce, so he just dropped the jeans and dived into the water. His cock was large and very appealing! Francesca was one lucky girl! I was impressed. Once we were all in the water all eyes turned on me, apparently for being "over-dressed" I did my best to swim away from the countless arms grabbing at me, but quickly lost my bikini top as it was simply tied with two string bows. Matt grabbed me again as I swam off and backed against the pool wall holding me round the arms. I laughed and squealed as Francesca approached and reached beneath the water, undoing the two boys at my hips. She then reached right between my legs and forced the remaining material free! Damn her if she didn't throw them over the wall and into the lake! Then the bitch swam off laughing. I was naked in the pool and quite horny now! I swam after her! In the shallow end of the pool there was a raised area, just a few inches deep in water and handy for sitting on to have a drink, or take a phone call etc. Francesca headed for this stage and clambered onto it aiming to get out and run. I caught her ankle and pulled her back, struggling with her bikini bottoms all the while. In the meantime the boys had been frolicking too and Martin had managed to get Matt's pants and was aiming for the same escape route. Martin splashed next to Francesca laughing loudly with Matt clinging onto his legs. Feigning boredom Martin smiled at Francesca and said, "Well you two look like you're having fun!" Francesca's pussy was now revealed, and she laughed as I continued to peel her bottoms off her legs, pitifully attempting to cover herself. Answering Martin I raised my eyebrows and said, "Well you two are doing alright too!" "Anything you can do we can do better!" came the reply from Matt. "Really?" I asked and leaned forward to lick Francesca's belly! She squealed with delight at my touch AND as she realised my game. Martin's cock was slapping around limply and looking hugely appealing. Matt was unfazed and leaned forward to lick Martin slowly from his pubic bush to his belly button. Matt laughed, unable to regain his footing, while Francesca and I screamed in mock horror! This time I pulled Francesca to me, standing taller in the water. Her legs wrapped around me, her now naked pussy pressing against my belly; I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, then hesitated, looking questioningly to my future husband. He had mischief all over his face and smiled briefly before pulling Martin likewise towards him and leant over. The two boys French kissed to screams of delight from the two of us! I was beginning to wonder how far this could go, and leant over again, winking at the dreamy eyed Francesca before licking a circle round her nipple and sucking it into my mouth! At this point her hands came to my head and held me tightly, she was enjoying herself. I for my part felt extremely honoured to be naked with the wonderful girl, and with her delightful beautiful teenage breast in my mouth. I eventually stopped and watched Matt who refusing to be outdone licked and sucked and nibbled both the nipples of his prey. It was at this moment that I noticed two things, Martins eyes were occasionally closing, and his cock was growing hard! I looked down at Francesca's pussy, hovering over the edge of the wet stage, bald to the top of her pubescent crack, where there lay a blonde rose petal of wispy curly hair. God, I call fall in love with this girl. I placed my hand on her and began to use the heel of my hand to stimulate her. She opened her legs slightly further to allow me to rub her young clit, and let her head drop back with a sigh. I played for a few moments, and then turned to see if Matt would keep up! Francesca's head rose up in anticipation. Matt had clearly had enough of messing, and decided that victory was his – so he licked Martin's long hard cock once from bottom to top and then swallowed the whole things into his mouth. Francesca and martin gasped at exactly the same time. Her eyes opened wide, whilst his closed and he lay back enjoying the moment. Soon Matt was gripping his shaft and wanking his cock whilst he sucked down on it noisily. Not forgetting to feel very lucky, I dipped my head to that divine pussy and sucked it into my mouth. I noticed before I shut my eyes to focus that the teenagers were holding hands while being licked and sucked simultaneously by virtual strangers. Martin came first, splashing noisily as he came into Matt's mouth – who to his credit didn't spill a drop. If any of you girls doubt it, watching your man suck another man to orgasm is one of the sexiest things in the world. 5 minutes before I'd have bet my life against him doing it – but Christ I almost came just listening. I continued to suck and finger Francesca until she too came for me, looking absolutely shattered in the inches of water when she was spent. It was our plan the following day to visit some vineyards and taste and buy wine in the region. We decided to ask Francesca and Martin to come with us. They accepted, and also agreed to spend the night at ours, allowing us an early start. We grabbed towels and a couple of bottles of red wine and retired to the capacious sitting room. Matt lit the log fire and we sat around, in our more natural couples, naked and draped with towels and chatted and drank into the night. It was a lovely end to a raunchy day, and allowed us to avoid any awkward moments after earlier, which although heaven sent, was less than conventional. As you can imagine, by the time we went to bed, Matt and I were desperate for one another, having missed out on any significant conclusion to our poolside games, in favour of our handsome guests! However, our own sex life is to stay personal, so just be satisfied that we made the most of the shower, and the bed. (Oh, and the balcony!) The following day was fabulous. The weather couldn't have been better, the scenery was out of this world, the vineyards were welcoming, and we tasted some great wines, and bought even more. Matt spoilt us to lunch AND dinner and we arrived back late at the villa. The boys were told to go and get the fire burning and Francesca and I went to open a bottle in the kitchen. She told me that they had consummated their relationship last night after our eventful 'pool party'. I was flabbergasted, not suspecting for one minute that the two hadn't already been enjoying a sexual relationship. I asked if she had been a virgin, and she told me she hadn't, although only by a technicality. She had had a drunken shag a year ago with some guy who sounded a real arsehole, and whilst performing just enough to technically rid her of the title virgin, he had done little else. Last night must have been a bit of a baptism of fire. I apologised for our forwardness if it had made things difficult, but she wouldn't hear a word of it, explaining that a little liberalness had been refreshing and hopefully would form a concrete base for an ongoing relationship. She went onto conclude that she might wait quiet some time to replace a guy like Martin. I agreed with her! *** Just as the fire was roaring, Kate popped her head round the door and announced that the two of them felt a bit sticky and were going to go for a shower! Her message that they wouldn't be too long and we should try to relax seemed like a suggestion that we should wait for them as opposed to following them. I was fully of energy having been cooped up driving all day, so I suggested a swim, and Martin smiled his approval cheekily. I felt a strange bond with this guy, enjoying his friendship, fancying him physically, but also liking him emotionally; almost like a girlfriend. If I was ever going to be gay, it's this guy that could convert me. Unfortunately a world full of Kate's and Fran's will rule out that decision for now at least, but you know where I was on this night! Martin stood up to join me and I pushed open the doors to the terrace. He followed me out. The stars were out and the night was warm – it felt like there was no-one else in the world. I turned and smiled at him before beginning to undress him. I took my time, enjoyed the feel of the fabric on his firm frame, the occasional flashes of flesh on flesh, and mostly I enjoyed the intimacy of such an alien act. I finally peeled down his fitted boxers and patted his beautiful bum to indicate I was finished, and he slowly slipped into the water and swam away to peer over the edge of the precipice. I undressed behind him and eventually followed him to the edge. "Are you happy?" I asked rather tritely. Martin smiled at me with his pretty eyes, "More than you can imagine. Fran and I made love last night, we've met you two, and I suddenly feel like a grown up in a grown up world. I think I'm going to like being an adult!" I laughed gently, "It's not all cock and pussy," I said, "but it sure makes some of the crap worthwhile! I'm glad we met too, you helped me realise who I am and what I want. I think I'll go home a better man!" Martin leaned forward and kissed me, it was incredibly real and erotic and heartfelt! It was also horny as hell and I began to grow. I broke, not wanting to spoil the moment and began to swim. Martin fell in beside me and we swam silently for a good few minutes. I decided what I wanted and eventually led Martin back inside, naked and dripping wet. I turned out the light and resumed our kiss by the light of the fire. We kissed and cuddled and fondled and I began to get hard, as did Martin. I sat him in a wingback chair and slowly lowered myself to my knees to take him in my mouth. I teased him for an eternity, kissing his thighs, licking his cock, nibbling him and cupping his beautiful bald balls. When he was ready I took him in and made love to him with my mouth – long and slow so as to let him fuck me at his own pace I sucked and licked and submitted to his manhood. After twenty minutes or so of loving tender tactile oral sex he began to tense, and I maintained a steady rhythm to help him reach his climax. When he came he moaned deeply and pumped his come into my mouth. I continued my steady pace until he was done, then licked him clean and kissed him and caressed him down from the high. I had recovered some lube from Kate's bag, and placed it in his hand before swapping places with him. He acknowledged my intentions silently and knelt before me to ensure I was properly lubed. After, he climbed over me and straddled my cock. Proper penetration took a while to achieve, but was done lovingly and in silence before the orange flickering light of the fire. When I was inside of him, he gently settle all the way down onto me and again began to kiss me, his hands rubbing my chest, his tongue flicking around my lips and mouth. Slowly he began to rise up on my thick cock, and then just as slowly descend. Soon we had a gentle, slow fucking motion – I was making love to a beautiful man. The moment was interplanetary and I didn't last long! I fantasized about the possibility of the four of us staying here forever. I would have given anything... *** We undressed in virtual silence, grinning hungrily at each other at the showers warmed and began to steam. I hadn't lost my infatuation with this girl, who looked when naked like an example of nature's perfection. We walked hand in hand into the hot water and instantly fell into a clenching embrace. I was hungry for this beauty. There is a feeling when a woman kisses a woman, and I swear nothing a man can do will ever replace it! Well, if you add to that pure nakedness, immaculate beauty and hot steamy showers and it pretty much trumps any feeling ever! We spent twenty minutes in the shower, give or take, and maybe 15 of those minutes were spent writhing in passionate kiss. The remainder was spent delicately washing each other as if in preparation for a ceremony. When we finished we dried and moved to the bedroom, Francesca now taking control. She switched of the light and opened the balcony doors so the voile blew in the gentle breeze. The room was just lit by the moon and the stars; everything was filtered with a deep blue light. I lay face down on the bed and allowed Francesca to touch and kiss and caress me all over. It felt divine and I was aroused more than ever in my life. When she asked me to roll over I was tingling with anticipation. She kissed my lips and her hands continued to dance like feathers over my flesh, leaving nowhere unexplored. She kissed my neck, my armpits, my breasts and lingered on my nipples. She kissed my palms, my wrists, my arms, my inner elbows and my upper arms. She sucked on my toes, licking between, tracing patterns on the soles of meet feet; she kissed my knees and my thighs and eventually came to rest between my legs. She didn't need to tease and sucked my sex into her mouth, eating me, wanting not to taste me but to swallow all of my wetness. She licked and sucked hungrily, her hands exploring my pussy and my anus. She never slowed, allowing me to melt into a reverie of dreamlike thoughts and sensations. I came heavily and suddenly and very noisily. For some reason I also cried, and hugged her to me, kissing her again, holding her in my arms and tasting myself on her face. I continued to hold her tightly, kissing and loving her, and bringing her to her climax with my hand. We fell asleep pretty much like that, and were still in each other's arms in the morning when we woke. I scanned the room for Matty and discovered that he and Martin we asleep on either side of us, like lions protecting their pride. It seemed appropriate and I drifted off gain, warmed by the prospect of a fun morning... but not just yet! END Please continue to give your feedback, it is the air that this author breathes! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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