Date: Thu, 03 Aug 2006 13:53:51 +0000
From: J. W <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paul's Holiday Awakening

Paul's Holiday Awakening
MMM/first/anal/oral

by kewtieboy


This is not a story I could tell anyone face to face but it does kind of
turn me on to tell somebody even anonymously so I hope it interests you.

I'm a not bad looking married guy of 32. Marie and I have been married for 7
years both having known each other for 5 years before that and we're both
the same age. We have a good married life but no children yet. Marie says it
will happen when the time is right but I sarcastically say to her that
having sex now and then might increase our chances. Almost since the week
after the honeymoon, Marie's sexual appetite dropped. I thought that she had
enjoyed the chase and now she had me, had lost interest. We have sex but it
is about once a fortnight and I have a sneaky feeling she pretends when she
climaxes but I can't be sure. Now me, I have a permanent horn and take every
opportunity to eye up passing talent but, in fairness to Marie, I haven't
strayed. Have to say that my right hand has become attached to my cock
though!

Marie was about 5 feet 5 inches against my 5 feet 10 inches and had blonde
streaked, short hair. She wasn't fat but was well built and always had
something to say. Now me, I'm your regular guy. I do a bit of exercise to
work off the beer, have short medium brown hair, clean shaven and girls seem
to like the image.

Still life wasn't bad and we had a couple of holidays every year. You might
think that Marie had become a nun. Far from it! She filled her life with
friends, girly nights out and getting us invited to parties. She was a fun
filled creature with effervescent personality and a must at any party. We
had lots of friends and frequently went on holiday with them but this year,
I managed to book a beautiful apartment in a time-share development in
Tenerife in the Canary Islands. We just paid for the two weeks from the time
share company but the accommodation was great and many of the people there
obviously did have their own timeshare. I booked this in the hope of
revitalising our sex life and, as Marie didn't want to try for a baby until
we had moved house, I packed a large box of condoms, large tube of
lubricating jelly (in case she resurrected an early interest in anal sex)
and my sexiest underwear and swimming gear. I was going to pamper her and be
really romantic and had a vision of shagging for a fortnight rather than
just once a fortnight.

Well night one in Playa de Americas and I got my shag. It was a pretty plain
shag in full missionary position but it served the purpose of relieving
tension in my aching balls. These sexy little things around the pool always
get me horny.

By day two, Marie is in full entertainment mode and trying to befriend
anyone who is interested around the pool. I decided to get some tan and left
her to it. After an hour alone, I saw her talking to a couple and their
daughter across the pool. I had seen the husband earlier drinking for
Britain. Glass after glass of San Miquel was heading down his throat and he
had now passed out on the sun bed. His wife looked quite plumpish and plain
and I put their ages at around 38 or so. She was talking and laughing with
Marie over cocktails while their daughter was sitting reading while drinking
Coke. The daughter was difficult to make out in the bright light but had
quite long hair, pretty face, a t-shirt top showing a flat chest and a pair
of white baggy shorts. She looked about 15 or 16 and I should have passed on
but for some reason I started to get the horn. She just looked so virginal.
I turned over and went back to sleep!

It turned out that Marie was talking to Barbara and Jim. He was a bit of an
alcoholic and spent no time with Chrissy (who I took to be the daughter).
Marie was talking ninety to the dozen over dinner about how nice she was and
I should join them but he could be a bit objectionable and was best left to
drink and sleep. It was such a shame that Chrissy didn't have a father
figure and had to spend a lot of time alone. Then I heard her say that I
could play some volleyball on the beach with Chrissie. I blanked the idea
and changed the subject, having no wish to be the surrogate father of an
alcoholic's daughter.

Next day was a repeat of the previous with Marie round there chatting and
father sound asleep. Marie was obviously talking about me as Barbara and
Chrissy gave me little girly waves. After that, when Marie went back to
talking, I noticed Chrissy looking over quite a lot and smiling. I dived in
the pool to let her see a real man and saw her look over the top of her
sunglasses at me as I climbed out, my bulge clearly visible as the water
drained from my swimming trunks. Again she smiled.

I lay down and Chrissie stood up and walked over to their apartment which
was actually a little terraced villa with upstairs and downstairs. I
followed her with my eyes, a rush of blood filling my trunks for some
reason. She disappeared inside but I then saw her at an upstairs window
looking down and soon realised that she seemed to be fiddling a little below
the window line, almost as though she was masturbating while watching me. I
lay and made a point of watching as she seemed to masturbate happily while I
lay there with my semi-erect bulge clear to her.

I heard Marie before I saw her. "Paul, Paul," she shouted as she ran across
to me. "I have invited Barbara and Chrissie to join us for dinner tonight.
Her husband wants to see a football match in the bar." "You don't mind do
you?"

"Of course not," I replied quite honestly. I was keen to get a closer look
at this underage sex kitten.

I saw them enter the hotel dining room and walk across to the outside
terrace where we were sitting. "This is Barbara," said Marie.

"Hi Paul, I've heard all about you," she cooed.  Meet Chrissie."

Chrissie was still dressed in loose fitting clothes with a baggy linen top
and shorts. A fashionable but shapeless look!

"Pleased to meet you," came this deep voice.

"Christopher so wanted to meet you," said his mother as I gasped at the
apparition before me. I had been sexually fantasising and exposing myself to
a teenage boy and an effeminate one at that!

I mumbled a response as Marie sat me beside him and insisted we get to know
each other, still pushing the surrogate father image. If she knew what my
thoughts had been just thirty minutes before she might not have been so
keen. He was quite effeminate. It wasn't girly or camp, it was just a poise
he had and I found it erotic. What I could have done with him I didn't know
but he aroused me and I was embarrassed about it. I had never met a poof not
that had I wanted to and this young boy was definitely a poof (though his
mother and Marie seemed quite oblivious to it). I always say each to his
own. I'm not homophobic, not anti-black either but would not really have any
black friends or have any thought about wanting any. Anyway, I had to keep
chatting to him and he was flirting with me. It tuned out he was just 17 but
looked much younger.

I thought, "At least he's legal," then promptly wondered why I had thought
that since it made no difference.

"That would be fabulous," shrieked Marie, bringing me back to my senses.
"Barbara and I are going on a cruise tomorrow round the coast to swim. Jim
wants to watch some World Cup thing on television and you can bond with
Chrissie here playing on the beach."

Protest was wasted. It was decided.

Marie allowed a shag that night. She even was a little adventurous and did
something I had always loved, lubricating her fingers and sticking them in
my bum as I fucked her. I had always been sensitive around there and it
always got me going to have a finger or two in while I was at it. I blasted
a load of pent up cum into the rubber but was horrified at the image in my
head bringing me to my climax. It was Chris's smiling face.

Next day they were collected just after 10.00 am, Jim was still asleep and
Chris, as I had started calling him stood waiting to bond. We headed for the
beach. I was constantly embarrassed as his eyes strayed to my crotch area,
then he would look up and smile. Well we played and he was good at it too.
We stopped at around 12.30 and headed back to the complex for lunch. We had
a couple for burgers and a beer.

"I need to shower," he said. "Can I use your apartment as dad will be pissed
and glued to the t.v. in our place."

"No problem," I said.

We went up to the room and he headed to the bathroom. I sat on the terrace
in my swimming trunks. When he came out he had a towel wrapped round him and
carried his shorts in his hand as though he had rinsed them. I went into the
bathroom after him and started showering. I had just come out and was drying
myself when he walked into the bathroom and looked at me.

"Nice," was all he said as he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his
mouth.

I mumbled some protest but that blonde soft hair brushing against me as he
bobbed up and down on my cock really got the blood rushing to me. My cock
sprung to attention. He took my hand and led me up to the bedroom where he
laid me on the bed. I looked at him for the first time and was amazed to see
that his cock was bigger than mine but about half an inch. The seven inch
cock was very stiff and proud and the soft balls hung low beneath it. I
wasn't sure what I was expected to do but he pushed me back and continued to
suck me. I was close within seconds and had to stop him. He rolled over on
to his back and dragged me over too, offering his erect cock to me. I gently
kissed the tip but he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me quite
forcefully down on it. The firm organ filled my mouth and was amazingly
erotic.

He gently pushed my head off and rolled me on to the bed, face down then sat
astride me his hard cock lying across my buttocks as he gently massaged my
back. He kissed my shoulders and then started to work his way down my back
with his tongue until he reached my buttocks. He opened them and started to
lick my hole. The sensation was amazing. He started to push his finger in
and it hurt a little. I opened the drawer and showed him the lubricant which
he squirted in me and on to his finger. I was in Heaven. He pushed and
prodded and I lifted my body up to meet him until I was in a doggie position
to allow access. He had two fingers in me. I heard some movement and then
realised he was putting a condom on his cock.

"I don't think..." I started to say.

"Shhh," was the response as the head of his substantial cock started it's
journey into my hole. I could not believe the sensation. I was full up
inside and he pushed softly but steadily until I felt his soft downy pubic
hairs against my buttocks. He gripped my hips and started to really pump me,
hammering the stiff organ straight in and then pulling back to the tip
before hammering straight back in again. I looked down and my own cock stood
out in a straight line as rigid as I could ever remember it. Suddenly he
stopped, pulled back, pushed quickly in, stopped, pulled back then finally
hammered it in again. I could feel his pulse as he pumped his teenage seed
into me. I looked down and was amazed to see a jet of cum erupt out of my
free standing cock. He withdrew and we collapsed on the bed.

"What happened," I asked?

"Now you know how your wife feels," he said.

It took over 15 minutes to clear all the evidence and a lot of promises to
ensure it was our secret. I told him it was a one off and just something I
had done in the heat of the moment. The guilt of me, a very manly, straight
guy being shagged up the arse by a limp wrested teenage boy was quite
embarrassing.

"Yeh, whatever you say," was his response.

We dined in a foursome again that night and Chris kept rubbing his foot
against mine, which I withdrew. For the first time I had to complain of
sunstroke to avoid sex with Marie, who was unusually frisky.

Marie and I had a day out together the following day but she asked me if I
would be offended if she and Barbara went on a girl's night out with some of
the other wives from the complex the following night. I was a little put out
especially after my confusing day prior and I really needed to bond with her
in an effort to make sense to what had happened to me. I agreed reluctantly
and as the day wore on, thoughts of what I had done with Chris came back to
my mind. I obviously wasn't gay. Chris was gay and that's what gays were
like. All I had done was to dabble a bit as he was so effeminate he was just
a female substitute. Then I realised that he had actually penetrated me and
not the other way around. I reckoned that the only reason it had happened
was because I was a little sensitive around there. I was no poof!! I still
didn't care for these limp wrested queenie guys who lisped and minced
around. No, I am a man!

During the following day I had avoided Chris politely but just after lunch
he came across and said he had heard we were to be "all alone" again that
night. I started to explain that I was going to have an early night but he
suggested we hit a few bars. He assured me that he could "look 18" easily. I
reckoned that going out was safer than staying in, to avoid temptation, and
agreed.

Marie and Barbara dressed to the nines and headed out and five minutes
later, Chris arrived. He had had his hair trimmed and did indeed, look older
with a pair of tight jeans and a white t-shirt on he looked more like a
bloke. As he assured me he came each year with his parents and knew his way
around, I let him lead. We stumbled into a few street bars and then ended up
in a club. I was a little bit drunk but I had been worse! It took a moment
to realise it was a really mixed club. There were guys with guys, girls with
girls, girls on their own and guys on their own. Guys were actually kissing
in public and I actually saw two girls kissing each other. It was obscene,
well at least the guys kissing were.  I was on the point of leaving when
Chris arrived back with a guy he knew who at least seemed to be straight
even if he was black.

In perfect English, he said he was from Ghana and had been on the island for
6 years. I was puzzled how Chris knew this guy as he looked and acted
straight -- none of the camp stuff! So here I was with a queer and a black
guy having a conversation -- me, the guy who couldn't stand either! He
chatted on about how he was involved in selling timeshare and had sold
Chris's parents their one. So that explained that.

He suggested we go back to his apartment for some more drink. It was about
1.30am but I figured Marie would still be out and about so I agreed.

He had a really nice apartment in a new timeshare complex and we all got
back and slumped down. He suggested we use the Jacuzzi which was empty and
just beside his apartment. I thought it was great until I realised I didn't
have any trunks. I asked if he had any spare but he suggested we just go in
nude. I stripped off and slipped in first. Chris followed and the guy who
told me his name was Tano, stripped off too. I really hope I didn't stare
but he was hung like an elephant. His thick black cock was about 7 inches
soft and hung down his leg. Chris nudged me and said "And that's before he's
pleased to see you."

He slid in between me and Chris and we started to talk about football. I
just kept thinking about his cock and what it must be like for a woman on
the end of it. My dick started to rise. I put my hand over it but it was
really hard and I didn't know why. Chris stood up to get his drink and his
cock was stiff as hell too so I didn't feel so bad. Tano went to get another
supply of beers and as he stood up, his cock had grown. It couldn't reach a
full upright erection due to the weight but I figured it was about 10 inches
long and so thick. The skin on the top had folded back and a purple head
peeked out. He saw me look and walked over to me. "You like," he said?

"It is some size," I said.

"Touch it," he said.

"No you're ok," I replied.

He walked over to Chris and stood in front of him. Chris leaned forward and
took the head of his cock in his mouth. He gripped the base with his right
hand and the balls with his other as he expertly slid up and down on Tano's
cock. I remember thinking, "Christ, another bloody queer!"

My cock was now painfully stiff and it was noticed by Tano. He pulled out of
Chris's mouth and came over to stick the brute in front of me. He lifted me
out of the water and my cock was there for all to see. He knelt in front of
me and started to suck. It was just so amazing to see this black head
sucking up and down on my cock. He jumped up and suggested a shower.

I thought, "Great that will cool us all down before I do something I might
regret."

The wet room in the apartment was large enough for all of us and we stood
showering. Chris went behind me and started to wash my back. It was really
erotic and my cock was still stiff. He lathered my hole and was pushing
fingers into me as he did so. Tano did the same to him. Chris the stood
behind me and I felt his cock slip into me instead of his fingers. I was
going to stop him but that familiar feeling from a few nights previously
washed over me like a warm mist. He just stuck the head in and out before we
all rinsed off and dried.

I was led into the bedroom and Chris was quick to lubricate me and pull on a
condom. His cock slid in extremely easily. There was no pain, just a
fullness and this warm mist. I was on my knees like a dog when Tano returned
to stick his black cock in my mouth. I gripped it and did what I could.
Chris was starting to really pick up speed before slowing and stopping. He
climbed off the bed and went to wash his cock while I slurped on Tano.

When he returned he replaced Tano and stuck his cock in my mouth. I was a
little disappointed but couldn't really beg him to go back and fuck me.
After all I am straight. I was concentrating on sucking properly so was not
immediately aware that the movement around my rear was in fact over ten
inches of black thick meat attempting to enter me. I tried to protest but
Chris held my jaw and Tano held my rear. He had a condom on, or should I say
nearly on as it could not stretch over the whole cock, and was slowly
pushing.

Initially I was fucking furious that he thought he could violate me in this
way until the mist came. Chris passed a bottle of liquid under my nose and
asked me to inhale. I did. I flow of heat rushed over me and I grabbed his
cock as though it was the most fabulous think in the world. My face flushed
and Tano was suddenly halfway up my arse.

He was good at it. He pulled back and gently pushed again and back and in.
The next time Chris asked me to inhale, I did so deeply and was rewarded by
having almost all the cock in me and Tano really started to fuck me. I was
screaming with pleasure. Tano had his hand around and was wanking my cock,
Chris was wanking furiously at my mouth and Tano was fucking me in the hole.
Without any warning Chris fired a blast of boy cum straight in my face and
mouth. Tano pushed with one almighty heave and fired off in my hole and my
cock released its liquid to complete the trio of orgasms.

I collapsed. What had I done? What was I? I felt like some whore slut, some
bitch in heat that needed cock. I was straight so what was I doing? I felt
very guilty and slipped into the shower room to clean up. I was thankful
that despite the hammering, for some reason there was no mess. Was I born
for this??

I did not have any more experiences in Tenerife and Marie had some great
sex. Well she let me shag her twice which was good for her.

Obviously as I am straight, I have put the whole thing down to a holiday
experiment. I don't dislike black guys now and I don't dislike poofs either,
oh sorry -- gays! In fact on Marie's girls night out on a Thursday I have
taken to popping in to a gay bar in the town as the guys are so nice and I
really want to prove that us straight guys can get on with them. They are so
friendly and a couple of them who seem to live together, have actually
invited me round to their flat tonight for some drinks. I don't like to be
bad mannered so agreed. You see, if they don't mind us straights, then I
don't mind gays.


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