He knocked on my door because he had lost track of where his mates where going on to after the club. I had spent some time them across the week, they were a nice bunch of lads: my mate had gone ill and not made it on our trip which left me to the twin room all on my own. He remembered this and asked if he could crash with me until they got back.

I am never unhappy with my own company, but equally happy to have a visitor. I gave him the quick tour, he was expecting a twin room so was making a thing of the larger open plan suite that I had. I found his wide eyed intrigue at everything quite compelling. Although he wanted to crash, that was why he knocked on the door after all, he gladly took my offer of a beer and we chatted for a bit.

It took me a while to realise it and I was not sure if I was a little more tipsy than I realised or he was, but I was pretty sure he was flirting and I madly tried to focus on other things, the familiar stirring in my shorts I figured would not go down too well.

After while his phone started going off. His mates had caught up with the fact he was missing. I was ready to say good bye to him, but he called one of them quickly and assured them he was fine, back at the hotel and he looked at me, he spoke to his friend but asked me the question, “Give me a shout when you are back, he said, or just see you at breakfast.” I considered for a moment and then nodded to him.

He went to use the loo and I laughed when he called back through, ‘Fucking hell, you’ve got dressing gowns!” He asked if he could use one and I said sure, my heart rate quickening but I sat there chilling, trying to keep calm. Normally he would not have been my type, fit and younger, but I had to admit that recently I had been with a few guys like this recently and if my adventures had taught me anything over the years it was to keep an open mind.

He emerged from the bathroom after a little while and I was impressed as he walked back in. The robe was barely tied so pretty much open apart a small gathering of the fluffy white material in the one spot I did not want it. I almost blushed thinking about how keen I was to see his dick and laughed at my disappointment.

We chatted on and I cold tell he was sleepy so I told myself to get back in my lane, leaving him to lie back on the other bed and I went and showered. A cold shower I joked, but actually did, feeling very much cooler and relaxed as I came back to the bedroom. As I suspected he was lying back, his eyes closed. I turned off all the lights except the small bedside and got on to my bed. I wanted to sleep but clearly more wired than I realised so I lay back and though I tried not to, was soon slowly pulling on my semi, then fully hard cock under the sheet.

I froze when he woke and sat up. Without a word he rose and went to the kitchen area. I was near blinded when he turned the light on and got himself a glass of water. Eh fumbled the switches again, but left a smaller light on, when he turned back to the beds, the rise under my sheets obvious. I caught him smile and went back to his bed. In silence we both just lay there, but I could make out his head turn towards me every now and then, but I dare not do the same.

It felt like an age, but only about fifteen minutes later, he repeated the routine except this time he managed to get all the lights back off and when he came back to the beds, rather than than return to his, he sat on the edge of mine.

My breathing was so heavy it was mad. He slid his hand over and closed it around the sheet and my cock, I let out a long breath as he slowly pulled. Then he let go and slowly it rose up the sheets, and gently found my chest and nipples through he material, pinching each one. I lost my sense of cool at this, unable to stop my wriggle and longer louder moan. He pinched harder and I yelped slightly. He apologise and backed off. I assured him it was okay, he said he had never done this before, “but I don’t know, I just, you know,” and then he just blurted out how he was not gay. I told him not to worry about it, telling him I liked it.

As casually as I could I told him how exploring was normal, that he could carry on if he liked, at the same time pointing out how he did not need to either. He took the offer and went back to the other bed and we chatted in the dark. I was not surprised that my cock was still hard and I slyly kept hold if it as we chatted.

This time I got up for a glass of water, I needed it to wet my dry mouth. I had not notice him actually get into bed, but I felt bold so I mirrored his own approach. I sat next to him, my hand easily finding his bulge, which I took in hand and gently pulled with some sheet wrapped round it. He reacted as I hoped, a good gasp and a slight shift of his hips. His nipples brought an even bigger reaction, his body nearly doubled and the sheet fell down enough that it was easy then to reveal him fully. I felt about six inches and pretty thick. It felt nice in my hand and while he said nothing to deter me, he repeated his words affirming his sexuality. I told him not to worry and he asked me not to tell his friends.

“Tell them what?” I asked. I shifted, not deliberately, but so that his hand landed on my side and he moved it around. I told him how nice that felt and I moved under his touch, like a cat I thought, moving so he could caress me without him needing to commit. I however deliberately time so that I pinched his nipple again as his hand was on my bum cheeks. On reflex he grabbed a handful and I moaned.

An unusual urge for me I stood and moved up the bed. “Put your tongue out.” In the dim light I was delighted to see him do it and I leaned awkwardly in and out my tip on it. Without me asking, he licked it. He did a few more then I asked if he wanted more. Nervously he replied saying how he did not think so.
“Why don’t you open your mouth?” I felt so bold that when he did indeed open it. I moved again, straddling him on my haunches, I dipped my cock and he closed his mouth round it.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, the moment completely taking me over. I pulled back quickly acutely aware of how close I was to coming. I wanted to and badly, but he asked me nervously if I was okay and I sensed his excitement at my impending orgasm. He put his mouth back on it, pushing his neck forward. I could tell his was his first time and that thought got me even closer. At the last minute he pushed me back. I exaggerated the movement and lay back onto bed, catching my breath as I internally fought as to whether or not I grab my cock and blow my load there and then.
He was apologetic and I assured him again. Genuinely I was not put out, this whole experience was so exciting and I wanted to test his interest, not ruin it.

The moment was cut through by his phone buzzing the arrival of a text. He stood, and against the window light I saw his lean body and proud cock standing rigid out from his torso. He told me they are at a bar down the road and then stands there in silence until I ask.

“You going to meet them?” He did not answer me or them for a second so I made his mind up for him, “Go for it,” I said, “They clearly want you to catch them up.” I left a loaded pause then added, “Give it no more thought, this little tale goes not further than the two of us.”

As soon as he left I realised how tired I was and within a few minutes I was asleep, but not before a little day dream or two.

The next day I saw him and his mates around the pool and restaurants, clearly worse for wear and relaying each others war stories from the night before - well most of them anyway!

At the pool bar after lunch he came over to me and told me in a hushed whisper how after last night he was back in hi room and friend was wanked off in the bathroom. I got hard talking to him about it, but played it cool. I asked him what aroused him about it, he told me again he did not know, he joked saying how his room mate was the fit one of their group, he was not sure how he did not get lucky futon the town.

“What about you,” I asked, “Did you have a wank too?” He told me know and all I could think about was the land he would be carrying around I decided it was too much for me at this point and I was in danger of my won urges taking over!

“You want to come up to my room?” He instantly flicked his eyes across the pool, obviously wondering what his mates would think. Either way I was too horny to not do something about it. “You have go the so fucking horny, again!” I told him, “I am going to my room, see you there.”

I had been in my room five minutes and had showered and prepared myself, when the knock on the door came. The mood I was in is best explained by how I went to the door naked. He looked me up and down and I loved the surprised look on his face.

I led him to the couch and lay him down, removing his tee shirt and swimmers as I massaged him. When his arms came up over his head to get his tee off, I twisted it and wrapped it round his wrist. I deftly grabbed the tie from the dressing gown to complete binding them together. He protested a little but soon gave up the act and let his breathing, heavy and hard, tell me how he really felt.

I put my fingers to my lips, ‘shhh’ and stood in front oft of him pulling slowly on my cock. I bent my knees so I was next to him and presented it to his mouth, he openly without prompt and licked it, even let me put it in. Although I was making the move, I let him control how much went in an even held it, holding back my foreskin for him so he could lick it. I reached down as he lapped and play his tongue over my cock so I could get to his nipples. He moaned with each pull and tweak. His cock was next and I after reminding myself of how sexy his girth felt in my hand, I pivoted so I was above, leaning over so could return the favour for him.

The downside to working my mouth on his cock was that it distracted him from mine, but I liked that a bit too. I reached under and tap my hand on his face, telling him to focus, which he did, but is lasted only until I slid my mouth back on to him, letting his dick fill my mouth and push on the back of my throat.

It was so sexy, even though he was not great at giving head, I was so turned on even his clumsy touches were enough to get me close.

“Oh god, oh god,” I moaned letting him know how good it made me feel and then I got up from him. I moved back up and wanked in front of him again. “Fuck, you make me want to come.” He said nothing, but looked at me and my cock, clearly torn between nerves and desire.

“You want me to come?” I asked him, “You want me to spunk?” He nodded and so I told him to open his mouth. I did not expect him to, so when he let his jaw fall open and his eyes looked up at me I swear I nearly below my load there and then. Instead though I told him I something better in mind. I reached over the side table and picked up a condom and before he could catch up with what I was up to it was open and I was rolling it on to him. In my other hand I already squirted some lube, I rubbed it on his wrapped cock as I moved over to straddle him

His eyes widened asI held his shaft (and loved how rigid he was still). There as the slightest resistance as I lined his tip to my hole and then I slid down an inch or two, yelping gently at the pleasant surprise to my rear.

Heat flushed through me as I slowly rode him, he felt really good and after a couple of goes I looked down. The same look was in his face except now he was nibbling at his lip. I held his waist and lowered myself all the way making loud as he filled me.

“Fuck yes, I need this,” I groaned and pushed all the way up and down on him. My cock had softened as its way with anal, but not for long. I grabbed it and it instantly responded and I was at full mast again with a couple of tweaks on my own nipples. I loved how he watched me and I moaned along with my rising orgasm. I leant forward as I rode him, my hands reaching up to hold his arms, above his head where he lay. I pushed back down on and off him, my face near his.

“Gonna come,” I managed, “Tell me you want it.”

Through the uncertainty on his face he managed to form some words.

“I want you to come,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“And you want it,” I persisted and after repeating it a couple of times between us he caught on.””Yes, he gulped down, “I want your come.” My fist rubbed against both out tummies as I wanked between us, then it was too much. I slid off his cock and we both let out moans of disappointment and I shuffled fast up his body, nearly falling from the couch. With hand I rest e my weight between his arms, with the other I wanted my cock on his face, then into his open mouth and then I was coming. I got two spurts in for sure before my balance let me down. When I moved to save my fall I shifted back and my cock swung free dropping more come on his face then chest.

His face was locked in shock and surprise and I did not give him time to process. I reached back under and moved back down, his cock went deep into me and I rode him. My soft cock flopping around as I bounced more keenly on him.

“Your turn,” I moaned and I lifted up slightly. His instinct took over now and he bucked his hips under me. I wished I had feed his hands because I would have loved for him to have grabbed my hips for more thrust. But he was doing fine and after barely any time, I took control again to slowly fuck him and let his come erupt slow and steady so that I could enjoy as much as possible of the feelings despite the condom.

I stayed on him for a minute or two then let his remarkably semi hard cock slip from me. I rolled the condom off and licked his cock, tasting his come and make him shudder as I licked his hyper sensitive helmet. I moved up and could not resist licking his chest, mixing our come in may mouth. While I did that I undid the tie to his wrists, which of course would not have stood up to the easiest of pulls from him. He was very quiet so I let him be and went to the mini fridge. He got up and went to the bathroom. Not sure how he would be I decided to get into my swimming shorts. I am glad I did, because he was dressed and cleaned up when he came back out. I passed him a beer and although it felt a bit awkward we chinked bottle tops and took a drink.

We chit chatted quite naturally but it did include a couple reminders about exactly how discrete I would be, how we would both be about this.

I told him I had a great time and thanked him. He blushed and said he had fun too. He told me he had a girlfriend back home. I was not surprised and simply waited to see if there was more to it than that. There was not so again I reminded him we were cool, no judgements, no regrets. We chinked bottles to that again and then he headed off back to his pals.