Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2013 19:22:25 -0300
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 14

Author's Note:

This story is intended for people over 18 only.  All characters are over
18. Please understand that although this story depicts unprotected sex with
multiple partners and/or complete strangers, such actions are unwise and
unsafe. Please always use protection.

Please send any feedback to matthew.david.david@gmail.com.


Beach Wedding Slave
Part 14

    I remember waking up during the night and pushing my face into Trent's
ass, rimming his hole as he lay half asleep.  I am pretty sure we fooled
around a bit after that, but by the time morning came around much of the
night seemed like a blur.  I could hardly believe today was my last day on
the resort and tomorrow I would leave and return home to my boring sex
life.  I was struggling with posing my question to Trent, what will happen
between us when we return to our normal lives?

    I knew from Wes that they came in on the same flight as I did, but
aside from that we hadn't discussed the subject further.  Were they even
from the same city as me?  People commuted to the airport from miles
around.  What kind of arrangement did Trent and Wes have at home?  Were
they just open while on vacation?  Did they already have a string of guys
they got together with and I was just another hole?  All of these questions
ran through my mind as I lay in bed beside Trent.

    We got out of bed together, starting our morning as the sun pushed
above the horizon and the air was quiet and still.  We showered together,
kissing and touching each other's bodies.  Trent had been tender with me
since he fucked me against the wall last night and I didn't want to risk
ruining the moment by asking him questions about returning home.

    As we got dressed, Trent in yesterday's clothes and me in some fresh
from my suitcase, Trent said, "Wear your new swimsuit today."  I pulled the
yellow speedo on before throwing on some shorts and a tshirt.  The leather
bracelet fit snugly around my cock and you couldn't see the dried cum on
the light fabric of the speedo, but I was content knowing both were there.

    We left my room and made our way across the quiet resort to wake up
Wes.  Trent let himself into their room and I followed, I could hear the
shower running and figured Wes must be out of bed already.  I went into the
main room and took a seat on the edge of the bed as Trent let himself into
the bathroom.  A second later Trent called out angrily, "Having fun in
there, honey?"

    The shower stopped abruptly and I could hear a bit of a commotion
happening, Trent and Wes were arguing.  I bent my head to focus on
listening when I noticed a familiar looking swimsuit on the floor by the
bed.  Just as recognition came to me, Javier came striding out of the
bathroom with a towel draped around his shoulders, water dripping down his
naked body.  The lifeguard looked embarrassed and by the erection he was
sporting I suspected he hoped to duck out before Trent even knew he had
been here.  I smiled and said hello as Javier grabbed his swimsuit, he
nodded in response but otherwise ignored me.  He found his white lifeguard
shirt on the other side of the bed and quickly ran the towel over his legs
and groin.  In less than a heartbeat, he had his trunks on and was
scurrying out the door.

    As soon as he was gone, Trent was hauling Wes into the room by his arm.
Wes was dripping water, his cock half hard between his legs.  I scooted out
of the way as Trent pushed his boyfriend down onto the bed.

      "Did you have my permission, Wes?" he questioned, his face flushed in
anger.  "Because I'm pretty sure the last time you fucked Javier you asked
me for my permission first."

      Wes didn't reply, he sat on the bed looking red-faced and guilty.
Trent continued, "I own your ass, Wes.  I own your cock, I own your mouth.
Did you forget that?  I've been lenient with you because I trust you, but
when you do shit like this behind my back how am I supposed to trust you?"
I backed myself towards the wall, I didn't want to get caught between them
as they fought.

      Trent continued his tirade, "If you had asked me, I would have said
yes.  I've never denied you anything you've wanted, Wes.  But we need to
have an understanding between us, we need to have trust.  Would you have
said anything if I strolled in here 15 minutes later he had already left?
It makes me think that if you've gone behind my back with this, what other
things have you done without me knowing?"

      Wes must have worked up some courage, because instead of hanging his
head in shame he practically yelled at Trent, "You've been fucking that
little whore since you set eyes on him!  How is that supposed to make me
feel?  You didn't ask me if I wanted him in our bed!  Do you think I wanted
to spend our holiday with you glued to his side!  I'm your partner, not
him!"  Wes started to tear up and I knew he was about to cry.

      Trent's rigid body softened and he turned to me, his anger quickly
washing away as his boyfriend began to sob.  "Matthew, why don't you go on
ahead and get some breakfast."  I ran from the room as fast as the
lifeguard.  Before I closed the door behind me I heard Trent say, "Babe,
don't cry... I love you, don't cry."

      I made my way towards the buffet restaurant before noticing it wasn't
even open yet, it was so early in the morning.  I went to check the time on
my phone, but remembered Trent hadn't given it back to me since
confiscating it.  I sat in a lounger by the pool and waited for the
restaurant to open.

      I pondered my situation while I waited, wondering what would happen
now that they were fighting.  I was worried that this was the end of my sex
vacation, and that Trent and Wes would spend this last day on the resort
avoiding me.  This didn't bode well for continuing the relationship in some
capacity once returning home, I thought.  I was flattered that Trent was
clearly into me, but his boyfriend seemed to go from hot to cold at the
drop of a hat and I was always wondering where I stood.

    The restaurant opened and I shuffled in with all of the other early
risers.  I debated sitting at a small table meant for two, unsure whether I
should take one that sat four.  In the end, the waitress that usually
served us saw me and motioned for me to sit in her section, pulling out a
seat for me at a table for four.  I didn't object, and when I ordered my
coffee she asked if I wanted three.  I decided to gamble, and consented to
three.

    The coffee was starting to get cold and I was picking at my food when
Trent and Wes finally showed up.  I was so relieved to see them, I had
begun to worry things were falling apart around me.  Wes avoided looking at
me but I could see that his eyes were red from crying.  Trent seemed
reserved, still confident in his manner but also something else, cautious
perhaps?  They took their seats at the table without saying a word, and Wes
crossed his arms over his chest looking sullen and annoyed.

    I didn't know what to say, my instinct was to apologize but I wasn't
exactly sure what I was apologizing for.  Trent beat me to it by placing my
keycard on the table and pushing it towards me, "I should give this back to
you."

    My heart dropped in my chest, it felt like we were breaking up.  My
mouth tightened and I felt my hand shaking as I picked up the keycard from
the tabletop.  "Thanks," I mumbled.

    After a moment of silence, Trent continued, "Wes and I had a long talk.
I'd like to begin by apologizing to you, Matthew."  I didn't like where
this was heading.  "Wes and I have always prided ourselves on our
commitment to each other, we have a solid relationship built on trust and
communication.  I should have been more open and honest with you from the
beginning."

    I took a deep breath, waiting for the ball to drop.

    "We disagree on a lot of things, particularly when it comes to you.
But Wes and I also agree on a lot of things, and these are what make our
relationship work as well as it does."  I waited for Trent to explain what
these things were that made the relationship work, but he left my unspoken
question unanswered.

    "Wes and I have come to an agreement.  Our partnership is built on love
and trust, but also on the understanding that I am to be obeyed.  It is not
Wes's place to decide who I fuck, nor is he free to fuck whom he choses.  I
am not fickle or cruel, but I do require to be treated with respect.
Respect me, and I will respect you, it's as simple as that."

    I held my breath and continued to listen.  "Wes and I will enjoy today
by ourselves.  I am releasing you from your obligation to serve me as you
originally agreed to.  Perhaps under different circumstances, we could have
made something work out that was mutually enjoyable to us all."  There it
was, I was being dumped.

    "I hope there won't be any hard feelings," Trent added as Wes still sat
across from me with his arms crossed.  I didn't have anything to say in
response, frozen in disbelief as Trent pushed his chair back and stood up
to leave, Wes standing as well.

    "Goodbye, Matthew," Trent said, holding me in that intense stare of
his.  He was saying goodbye, but the way he looked at me told me another
story.  They turned to walk away and Trent hesitated, pulling something
from his pocket.  He set my phone down on the table and said, "I almost
forgot to give this back to you."

    I barely looked at the phone, I was stunned as my mind processed what
was happening.  In the blink of an eye, my wonderful sexual relationship
with this beautiful, masculine man was gone in a puff of smoke.  My hopes
of continuing our affair once returning home now nothing but an idle
fantasy.  I watched Trent and Wes walk away without being able to say a
word to stop them.

    They took a table on the other side of the restaurant and I lost sight
of them, the place was so full of people.  I remained at my table, confused
and feeling dumbfounded.  What was I going to do with myself?  How would I
recover from this sudden loss?  How could this have happened?  God damn
you, Wes, I thought.

    I caught a glimpse of Wes up at the buffet, juggling two plates as he
filled them with food.  I had practically forgotten about my phone from the
moment Trent put it in front of me - I had been so focussed watching him
walk away.  The familiar buzz of the phone vibrating broke me out of my
haze and I picked it up to investigate.  It was a text message from an
unknown number.

    'Don't worry, he will come around.  Keep your evening free. xoxo - T.'

-----------------------


    I spent the morning on the beach.  I had put on the swimsuit for Trent
and decided I may as well get some use out of it.  I grabbed a towel from
my room and found a spot by the water to call my own.  The beach wasn't
very busy yet, it was still pretty early, but the sun was already out in
full force.  I put on some sunscreen and sat back to work on my tan.
Javier was sitting with another lifeguard in their station further down the
beach and waved when he noticed me.

    I read for some time and enjoyed the heat.  After a while I decided to
get myself a drink at the beach bar, strutting through the sand in my
yellow speedo.  I couldn't believe the difference I felt since the last
time I wore the swimsuit on the beach.  I had been trying to hard to hide
the cock cage trapped under the yellow fabric, but now I felt confident and
sexy knowing that my cock was free from chastity.  The leather strap around
my manhood added to my secret enjoyment and I felt my dick beginning to
stiffen in my trunks.

    I got myself under control before I became further embarrassed while
waiting in the short line at the beach bar.  I ordered myself a pina colada
and remembered Javier, asking the bartender for three instead of one.  I
returned to my lounger and continued walking, heading to the lifeguard
station with the drinks.  Javier and his coworker were more than happy to
accept the drinks, and I spent a few minutes talking with them.  The
conversation was casual, and neither Javier or I mentioned anything about
Trent, Wes or my encounter with the lifeguard's American soldier boyfriend.
I returned to my lounger a few minutes later.

    I was just getting ready to go for a swim in the ocean when I heard
that familiar buzz of my phone.  I pulled it out of my shorts, bunched up
in a bag beside my lounger.  Again, a text message from the unknown number.

    'How much tip $$$ do u have left?'

    I looked at the phone's screen, slightly confused.  Why was Trent
asking me that?  Maybe he was having some financial problems?  Why wouldn't
he just type the word money? Finding the $ sign on the phone would have
been just as much work I thought.  I punched in a reply, '90 pesos i
think.'  Between the wedding party and Trent taking charge of everything
afterwards, I had barely spent any of the money I brought to leave as tips.

    A moment later my phone vibrated a reply. 'Get $5 notes from the money
converter in the lobby.'

    'Ok, then what?' I typed.  What was he up to?

    Another delay as I waited for the reply.  'I'll let u know.'

    Maybe I was buying Wes's approval, I laughed to myself.  'Can i have a
hint?' I texted.  I waited for a reply for several minutes, but none came.
I figured I had time for a swim before lunch, I planned to stop at the
conversion counter to get my bills before eating.  I splashed into the
ocean, slightly remorseful that I was washing away the dried cum from the
facial a couple nights before.

    I checked my phone again when I got out of the water, but found nothing
new.  I scrolled through my old text messages and saw that I had received
one from Ryan sometime after handing my phone over to Trent.  'Hope you are
enjoying the rest of your vacation ;)'

    If he only knew.

---------------------------------


    I converted my left-over tip money into $5 peso bills, making my way to
lunch with a thick wad in my pocket.  I still couldn't figure out what
Trent had in mind for me and I was constantly checking my phone for new
messages.

    I sat through lunch barely eating, picking at my food from time to time
as I looked around to see if Trent or Wes were anywhere in sight.  I
finally gave up and wandered back towards my room, stopping to enjoy an ice
cream outside of my villa.  Just as I was finishing the melting dessert, I
felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

    'Your room, 2pm.  Door open, leather hood on.'  My dick started to get
hard immediately.

    As I was typing in my reply, the next message buzzed onto my screen.
'Leave the bills on the dresser, spread out without touching.'  I was a bit
puzzled, but texted back with a, 'Yes Sir.'  I waited several minutes for a
reply but nothing came.  Wes must have gotten over his little tantrum
sooner than expected, I thought, Trent had told me to keep my evening free.

    My phone told me I had less than a half hour before 2pm.  I decided not
to waste any time and headed straight up to my room.  I pulled open the
drawer where I had stashed all of Trent's gear, pulling out the leather
hood from beneath the rope and ballgag piled on top.  I undressed in the
bathroom, leaving only the leather strap tied around my cock and balls.  I
looked at myself in the mirror, still a bit shocked at my hairless body.
It had been days since Wes shaved me and though the hair was starting to
grow back in, I still looked completely hairless.  I debated if I had
enough time to run a razor over my groin and ass but decided against it, I
didn't want to be rushed for whatever Trent had in store.

    I fanned the $5 bills out on top of the dresser, then remembered to
spread them out so none were touching.  The seventeen pieces of paper took
up almost the entire top of the dresser and I hoped this is what Trent
wanted.  I told him I had $90 to convert, but ended up losing a bit in a
service fee.

    I positioned myself on the bed and made sure my ass was well
lubricated.  Ryan's bottle of lube was already half gone, I wondered what
he'd think of how I was putting it to use.  Satisfied that my hole was
ready, I concentrated on getting the hood on.  It was just difficult as the
first time, the leather cut off my vision completely and I fumbled with the
straps on the back.  Once I had it on I adjusted the zipper to make sure it
was comfortable, opening the mouth-hole over my lips.  I was on the bed
ready and waiting with time to spare.

    It wasn't long before I could hear the muffled sound of someone
entering the room.  I fantasized about Trent taking me unaware like this
and my body shivered in anticipation.  But if I had learned anything from
wearing this hood, the owner of any cocks coming my way were going to be a
mystery.  I heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor,
ending up near the dresser.

    Nothing happened for quite a while after that.  I lay on the bed in
anticipation and whoever was in the room with me seemed to be content on
remaining quiet and uninvolved.  I considered trying to talk to the
stranger, but figured whatever Trent had planned for me would become
apparent sooner or later.

    Just as I was getting overwhelmed with restlessness, I heard the door
open and shut again.  I could barely make out the sound of voices and could
tell whoever was talking was trying to keep the volume down.  I decided to
speed things along and positioned myself face down on the bed, ass up in
the air.  My pucker twitched as I spread my legs, exposing my ass to any
cock that might want it.  My hole was ready and open for business.

    Again, I found myself waiting.  With the hood obscuring my vision and
hearing, I wasn't sure what was going on but worried that maybe I wasn't
going to get my ass fucked after all.  In the next moment, however, I felt
the mattress shift behind me and a rough pair of hands took hold of my
hips.  A cock pressed against my hole and without any ceremony or
sugarcoating began to force it's way inside.  Slow and steady the stranger
pushed until his dick was completely buried inside of me.  He leaned in and
his body was pressed against my back, I could feel his soft flesh warm
against me.  My skin was being tickled and I could tell he was hairy.  Who
was this stranger?

    I didn't have time to think, he adjusted his position and started to
work his hips into me, sliding his cock in and out of my lubed hole.  With
each stroke he pushed himself deep into my ass, fucking me roughly.  His
cock wasn't big, probably a little under average actually, and I was able
to adjust to his size quickly.  However, his rough fucking was leaving me
panting and five minutes of pounding felt more like an hour.  Finally, he
pushed my hooded head down into the bed and began to pump his load into me,
groaning as he came.  A few quick thrusts followed and he pulled out of me
and sat back on the bed.  He took a few seconds to recover while I remained
with my ass up in the air, clenching and unclenching my sphincter and
savoring the feel of a load warm inside me.

    The stranger stood from the bed and I could hear him speaking with the
person sitting but couldn't make out any details.  It suddenly dawned on me
that I couldn't make out what they were saying because they weren't
speaking English.  The I heard the door open and close and knew that the
man who just fucked me had left.

    I held my position on the bed for a few more minutes but began to get
bored and tired, I wasn't even sure if anyone was still in the room.  I
rolled over onto my back and spread my legs wide, sliding a finger into my
hole.  With my other senses hampered by the leather hood, I had to focus on
touch and taste.  I worked my ass for a moment before sinking the same
finger into my mouth to savor the delicious taste of the stranger's load.
I heard the chair by the dresser creak as the other stranger shifted his
weight and knew I wasn't alone after all.  I hoped he was enjoying the
show.

    Again the door opened someone new joined us in the room.  Only a few
words were exchanged before I could feel a new pair of hands on my body.
This new stranger pulled me from my back, and I rolled on the bed to assume
the same position as my previous fuck.  I felt his cock enter my hole and
he held the tip inside me, just past my sphincter.  I let out a sigh of
pleasure and began to push myself back onto his member.  By the time I felt
his groin tight against my cheeks I was feeling the warm glow of pleasure.
Unlike the last man, this one didn't seem to undress.  I could feel the
rough fabric of pants against my legs and the tickle of his shirt on the
small of my back.

    His cock was bigger than the first, a comfortable step up without
forcing a big adjustment.  I began to work myself on his manhood, fucking
myself as he remained still.  I was picking up the pace when he grabbed my
hips and took over, really getting into the moment.  I was moaning like a
bitch in heat when I heard the door closing, barely audible above the sound
of our fucking.  Shortly after, the mattress shifted in front of me and I
knew we had a third joining us on the bed.

    The stranger at my ass said something in Spanish and I heard the man in
front of me laugh just as his cock pressed into my lips.  I wasted no time
in foreplay, swallowing his dick whole while I was getting fucked from
behind.  I can't begin to describe how amazing it feels to have a cock in
your ass and a cock in your mouth at the same time, getting used by two men
simultaneously.  I worked my mouth around that pole while I worked the
muscles of my ass around the other.  My cock was stiff and leaking under
me, it felt like heaven.

    The stranger at my ass didn't hold out much longer.  He quickened his
pace and let out a moan.  He pulled his cock out of me and exploded a
volley of hot cum all over my back.  Another squirt of hot semen landed on
the back of my arm.  He shoved himself back in my hole and added the last
few spurts to the first load.  I heard other voices in the room, I had been
so caught up in the sex that I didn't realize more men had joined us.

    The stranger behind me pulled out and traded places with the man in
front of me.  Two quick strokes and he was buried in my ass and I was
gulping down the slimy cock that had just fucked me.  He pulled out of my
mouth and immediately his cock was replaced by another.

    After the snail's pace of waiting for things to pick up initially, the
next hour was a constant barrage of cocks.  Dicks of all shapes and sizes
found their way into my ass and mouth, shooting in me and on me.  I
remained in the doggie-style position the whole time and could feel a
cooling pool of cum collecting on my back and knew that the leather hood
must also be a sticky mess.  But unfortunately, for all the cocks that went
in me that afternoon, I was still longing specifically for one.  Somehow I
would have known if one of the men had been Trent, but none of them were.

    The men fucking me came and went, I had lost track of how many guys had
been inside of me after the first few.  The last couple guys to work on my
holes took their time, fucking me slow and sensually even after all the
other men left.  I had collapsed onto the bed near the end and was now
laying on my side, my leg held in the air as a stranger fucked me from
behind.  He worked his pole slowly in and out of me, stirring all of the
loads in my hole with each deliberate stroke.  My head hung over the side
of the bed and the second man was fucking my face.

    I had forgotten about my own cock until now, my focus had been the
pleasure of all of the mysterious men.  As these last two strangers worked
their cocks in and out of me, I grabbed my own throbbing member.  I stroked
myself in time to the dick in my ass and it wasn't long before all three of
us came in a chain reaction of orgasms.

    The man in my mouth went first, spurting his load deep down into my
throat.  At the moment that I began swallowing his cum I felt my own cock
begin to erupt.  The man behind me pushed my hand away and stroked me
through orgasm and I felt my body convulsing in overwhelming pleasure.
This sent him over the edge and as he worked his hand on my cock I could
feel him explode in my ass.  He slowed his pace while he came, inching his
dick in and out of me as if in slow-motion.  He trailed his hand in the cum
that I had just shot over stomach, massaging the wetness into my skin.

    The man at my mouth got off the bed and spoke briefly, I assume to the
man in the chair by the dresser.  The stranger in my ass continued his slow
fucking, reluctant to let the moment end.  I wasn't in any hurry either,
his body felt amazing against me and I could feel the firmness of his
muscled torso.

    But before I was ready I felt him pull out of me, leaving my ass
feeling empty and abandoned.  I must have been leaking a stream of cum from
my fucked hole without any cocks to plug me up.  I felt him kiss me lightly
on the shoulder before he got up from the bed.  I rolled over onto my back,
exhausted and spent.

    A brief dialogue between the person in the chair and the last stranger
happened, and I was sure he was the last man to leave.  I heard the chair
being dragged across the floor again, being returned to it's original
location.  I was almost out of it, laying there on the bed, when I felt a
hand on my shoulder shaking me.

    I fumbled with the laces on the back of the hood and wasn't told to
stop, so I continued to remove the hood.  By the time I pulled the leather
off of my head I could feel my face and hair wet with sweat.  My eyes
adjusted slowly to the dim lighting in the room as I focussed on the
stranger beside me.

    Unsurprisingly, it wasn't a stranger.  One of the two hustler twinks
from the beach was leaning over me, Romano I think, smiling from ear to
ear.  He was clutching a handful of money, $5 bills no doubt, pocketing the
cash as he stood up straight.  I looked up at him from my spot on the bed,
curious about what he wanted.

    "I make sure you are safe," he said, his English rough but
understandable.  "Are you not hurt?" he asked with a look of concern.  I
shook my head to indicated that I was ok.

    "Your friend tell me I can have any money left," he said, explaining
his pocket full of money.  I didn't have the energy to think about what he
meant, I just nodded again in approval.

    "Will you take me for dinner?" He asked, a pleading look on his face.

    I had enough in me to let out a chuckle.  Here I was laying on the bed
after getting gang fucked by countless men and the kid was asking me if I'd
take him to dinner.  "Sure," I said, smiling as I shook my head at my
situation.  I must have confused him, he must have interpreted my head
shaking as a 'no' by the look of sadness that came over his face.

    "Yes," I said, trying to reassure him.  "Yes, I will take you to
dinner."  He immediately perked up, but then looked at me again with those
big puppy-dog eyes.

    "Shower?" he asked.  I hoped he didn't want me to shower with him, all
I wanted was a moment to rest.  I nodded my head before letting myself sink
into the bed.  Romano flashed his big smile and a minute later was in the
bathroom enjoying the shower.

    I checked my phone quickly for the time, about an hour before dinner,
and then settled into the bed to have a post-fuck nap.

------------------------------------

      I woke up some time later with Romano sitting on the edge of the bed
watching TV.  He must have used my hair gel again because his hair was
considerably bigger and more dramatic than it had been earlier.  He pulled
a sheet up over me as I slept, my naked body was comfortably covered by
white fabric.

      Romano flashed me his smile as I got up and made my way to the
bathroom.  I debated a shower but wanted to make sure that my ass remained
full of cum for Trent when I saw him next.  I then remembered the buttplug
was still in my bag of souvenirs from the market, as well as the pieces of
the chastity cage.  I wandered back into the room to retrieve the plug
before returning to the bathroom, Romano barely noticing me as he watched
the TV.

         I slid the plug up into my hole and felt my cock begin to harden.
I started to stroke myself, thinking about being the center of the amazing
orgy that just took place.  Who were all those men, I wondered.  But then a
feeling of guilt washed over me.  Even though Trent had 'released' me from
my obligations to him, I still felt like I shouldn't cum without his
permission.  I'm sure he would have wanted me to cum during the orgy
though, I quickly added to rationalize my earlier orgasm.

      I showered and dressed, reminded of the plug in my ass every time I
moved my body.  Romano's show was almost over, so I let him finish watching
it before leaving for dinner.  As I waited, I tidied up some of my things
in preparation of leaving tomorrow morning and noticed a half sheet of
paper on the dresser where all the $5 bills had been.  It was some sort of
score sheet, with marks in two different columns.  As I examined it closer
I could make out Trent's handwriting at the top, the first column headlined
ASS and the second headlined MOUTH.  I can't believe he had Romano keeping
score!  There were considerably more marks in the ASS column I was happy to
see as I folded the paper and slid it into my pocket.

      Romano and I made our way to the buffet for my last dinner on the
resort.  We took a table for two and I kept my eye out for Trent or Wes
throughout the meal but didn't catch sight of either.  The hustler twink
easily ate three times as much food as I did, and spent much of his time
hovering around the dessert section of the buffet.

      Romano wasn't bad company, his English wasn't great but we were able
to understand each other well enough.  He told me about growing up not far
from the resort and how his family worked as farmers.  Though his parents
didn't approve of his hustling, he was able to provide his family with many
things they could never have hoped to afford otherwise.  Romano confessed
he was even able to afford sending his two younger sisters to a private
school by bus every day.  I felt ashamed of myself for thinking so poorly
of him earlier, he was so much more complex than I had imagined.  I was
more than happy to shift the conversation when he began asking me questions
about what life was like in Canada.

       We finished and I left a small tip with the change remaining from my
money conversion earlier in the day.  I was wondering what to do with
Romano, I didn't want to risk having him around when Trent made his
appearance - I wanted Trent all to myself.  Luckily he solved the problem
for me and told me that he was excited to return home to show his mom all
the money he made today but had to wait to give Trent his phone back.  Why
on earth does he have Trent's phone, I wondered.

      I guessed Trent would come knocking on my door at some point so
decided to return to the room.  Romano was glued to the TV once again and I
busied myself packing my things for my return home.  A thought came to me
and I left the twink alone in the room as I made a run to the gift shop.  I
came back with a bag full of treats, cans of pop and an expensive box of
chocolate.  The look of surprise on Romano's face was well worth it when I
passed him the bag, telling him to share these with his family.

      I joined him on the bed and found myself drifting off as we waited.
I remembered vaguely watching a Spanish reality show styled after an
American singing competition while Romano sipped a can of pop.  The next
thing I knew, the twink was shaking me awake with Trent looming over me in
the bed.

      "What time is it," I asked, groggy from slumber.

      "Time to get your ass out of bed," Trent laughed.  As I tried to stir
myself awake, I could hear Trent and Romano talking.

      "How many men were here?" Trent asked.

      "Nine.  I had your list but I don't know where it went," Romano said.
The list was folded in my pocket.

      "No one roughed him up?  He was ok?"  Trent's voice was full of
concern.

      "No, he was not hurt.  He enjoyed it," I heard the twink reply.

      "Excellent, thank you for keeping an eye on him."  By now I was awake
and watched as Trent handed the twink some more money.  Romano thanked him
before scooping up his bag of treats.  He turned to me and waved, flashing
me his big warm smile.

      "Goodbye," I called to him as he left, I could tell he was excited to
get home.

      And then we were alone, just Trent and me.  With one look I was
caught in that wonderful stare of his, his eyes like endless pools.  He
crawled onto the bed, kneeling at my feet.  Without looking away, he
reached forward and opened my shorts, yanking my underwear down with them.
I was exposed and my dick was hard and starting to leak precum.  I felt
Trent's hand press into the buttplug lodged in my hole and I let out a sigh
of pleasure.

      "I hear you have some cum in there for me," he said with hungry look
on his face.