Kavos (Chapter 1)

Over the next few afternoons, on the beach, I noticed more and more the number of men who were developing erections inside their trunks. I guess it had been happening since we got there, but it must have taken me a few days to tune into it.

Among the four of us, Paul was the one who seemed to throw stiffies most frequently.

I let it go a few times, but when he seemed to be sporting wood regularly and unashamedly inside his already tight-fitting speedos, I had to make a joke about it.

He was lying on his back, the crotch of his trunks pointing upwards like a pyramid, and I said something about being able to tell we were nearer the equator by the length of the shadow from Paul's cock.

He didn't even look my way. He just muttered, "So fuck if I bone up now and then. I ain't gettin' any oats, it's gonna happen..."

Willows grinned at me and shrugged. "If you're gonna jip Paul about it, it's gonna take you a while to do the same to every other guy on the beach who has a horn-on..."

Even Jase commented, "There aren't many girls, if you hadn't noticed, Daz. Wanking's okay for a couple of nights, but the beast soon gets restless..."

Willows and Paul chuckled. Paul's cock seemed to swell further inside his speedos.

I noticed that Willows liked to get a good look at Paul's and Paul seemed to enjoy letting him. Willows would sprout his own fairly often, though not as frequently as Paul, and it looked large and thick inside his swimming shorts.

Even Jase threw the odd hard-on and, if I'm honest, so did I. Some afternoons, the atmosphere on the beach became similar, though far diluted, to the way the atmosphere had been in the toilets on that third night. So many men wandering around with erections making rods inside their trunks seemed to fuel a mass sensation of sexual tension. And the more men that got stiff, the more intense the feeling of anticipation became.

I'd never known anything like it. It wasn't like the way I feel when I'm walking a girl home and I know there's a screw in store for me at the end of it. It was rougher, more carnal: an enveloping sense of urgent, masculine lust.

"So many cocks, not enough pussies," as Jase commented one afternoon when the four of us and everyone around us seemed to be hard.

"But plenty of arseholes," as Paul had replied, amidst laughs from the other three of us.

About five days in, Paul's hard-on became so insistent that it lasted until we got back to our room to shower after an afternoon on the beach.

Jase and Willows were with us - the four of us were virtually living together in our two rooms by this stage - and Paul was making comments all through the walk back, "Still there... yup, still fucking there... yeah, he's not going away..." while the three of us chuckled.

When we got back to the room, Willows said, "Come on then, mate. Let's see it. We've heard so fuckin' much about it..."

Paul went a little coy. "No! You'll laugh..."

Willows grinned. "No we won't, you tosser. We've seen it inside your trunks all fuckin' week anyway..."

Paul said, "It's not as big as yours, I know..."

Willows grinned more broadly, "Few men come close..."

There were jokes about how Paul would know the size of Willows' cock and why Willows was the expert on penis size, and then Paul pulled off his trunks.

His cock bobbed out in front of him, looking red and sore from its afternoon of confinement. It was about six inches long and arched upwards into the air, the foreskin fully retracted and the dark purple head exposed.

His balls swung around below it, in their bush of light brown hair, as he threw his trunks towards his wardrobe.

The three of just stared at it and Paul went a little red. He smiled, "And for that free peep show, I'm getting the first shower..."

There was instant uproar because hot water in the hotel seemed in very short supply. If you filled the sink up to shave, it seemed to exhaust the boiler.

But Paul got in first, with Willows in hot pursuit. He was shouting, "You've got two minutes, then I'm coming in, mate."

Jase called out, "We should have the shower first, not you. Compensation for having to look at your disgusting cock..."

Paul called out, "Fuck you!"

I noticed that when Willows pulled down his swimming shorts, his cock was as long as Paul's erection, and probably thicker, even though it was limp.

I called out, "Watch out, Paul, here comes King fuckin' Dong," as Willows walked into the bathroom.

There was laughter from inside and then Willows said something derogatory about Paul's arse. The two of them started taking the piss out of each other, amused at how insulting they could get, and their laughter sounded loud and amplified in the confines of the bathroom.

Jase went out onto the balcony. He looked over at the balcony of one of the rooms in the hotel opposite on which a guy was sitting, smoking.

He said, "He's the only guy who I've seen fucking a girl this whole week."

I laughed. "How did you see that?"

"The other night. Here. You must have been too pissed to remember. He left the balcony doors open and he was fucking her in his room."

"You sure it was a girl?"

"Yeah. She had tits."

"Man-tits?"

He smiled. "She was a fuckin' girl. I haven't been here so long that I don't know the difference, mate."

"You should have woke me up. That's kind of a rare sight. Five-hundred points in my Kavos I-Spy book."

He didn't smile. Maybe he didn't know that series of children's books.

He went on, "The three of us watched them at it. It was a bit sad for us. You know, we were feeling a bit nostalgic, I guess..."

I smiled and then he said, "What the fuck are those two doing in there?"

The noise from the bathroom had died down.

He walked into the room and I followed him.

Pulling down his shorts and kicking them off, I saw that his cock was similar to mine. About four or five inches limp and with a long foreskin that completely covered its head.

He walked into the bathroom and, paused, and then called out in a slightly shocked voice, "What the fuck were you two doing?"

There was an immediate joint reply of, "Nothing!"

Then, "You were fuckin' wanking each other off. For fuck's sake, we've only two more nights here... can't you fucking wait..."

Paul said, defensively, "We were just washing each other's dicks."

Willows giggled, "Yeah... you know... as you do..."

Jase seemed appalled. "For God's sake, you guys..."

The two of them got out from the shower and Jase got in.

They came out from the bathroom, slightly shamefaced, with their subsiding erections clearly visible underneath their towels.

Paul looked at me as he got dressed and I undressed for my shower. He muttered, "You won't say anything about this...? I mean, when we get home...?"

I smiled. "Come on, mate. Course I fuckin' won't."

On the way out, as I locked the door of the room with Jase - Paul and Willows having gone on ahead of us - he said to me, "You know, I shouldn't have done that."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have had a go at them for wanking each other off in the shower."

I checked that the door was properly locked and we walked down the corridor.

I asked, "Were they actually wanking each other?"

He smiled. "Yeah. Another minute and the floor of the shower would have a bit slimy..."

Then he went on, "I guess it's natural to want to get our rocks off any way we can, while we're all here, feeling horny, desperate for a shag..."

I nodded. "Yeah. If they want to do that kind of thing. it's fine by me. I couldn't care what they get up to..."

He said, speaking slowly as if choosing his words carefully, "Maybe the... er... four of us... should... you know..."

I turned to look at him. I think my eyes must have been wide, like I was horrified. Actually, I was just surprised.

He finished, "I mean, the four of us should meet up when we get back. Swap phone numbers and stuff..."

I smiled. "Yeah... yeah... that'd be cool..."

That night when we got back from what passed as the Kavos night-life at about five in the morning, we sat in our room, with Jase and Willows, drinking cheap Greek beer and listening to the distant beat from the last remaining club.

Willows said, suddenly, "I saw a girl on her own in that last club we were in..."

Jase looked amazed. "Why didn't you say something..."

Willows shrugged and grinned. "I wasn't that interested. I'd had a sesh in the toilets with a guy with a ten inch dick. I was all spent up for one night."

Jase looked irritated at Willows attempts at humour. "Okay smart-arse, so why didn't you tell one of us."

Willows threw him a salacious smirk. "I was saving you guys for later..."

Jase looked pissed off.

Paul, who was out on the balcony watching the clubbers stagger back from their nights out, rushed in eagerly.

Grinning broadly, he said, "You've gotta see this guys. You know that guy who we saw shagging a girl the other night...? He's at it again. But this time he's fucking a guy..."

The three of us got up. I muttered, "It's probably another girl... where the fuck does he find them?"

Paul shook his head. "It's a bloke. He's got a cock. They were taking turns to suck each other off when I noticed them..."

Jase laughed, "Wow! Even Mister fuckin' Big Cock has to take it both ways sometimes..."

We went out onto the balcony and peered across the gap between the buildings, picking out his room from the many others.

It looked like it might be true: he was inside the room, balcony doors open, standing behind someone who was bending in front of him, holding their hips and fucking them quickly.

I said, "It could be a girl."

Paul shook his head. "The person getting fucked has a cock like a donkey."

"You can't see it," someone said.

"Yeah but I did before I called you guys out. It's a guy. I'd swear my fuckin' life on it."

Just then the guy pulled out from his partner and squeezed something onto his hand. Then the other person stood up and turned to face him. His huge cock swung out in front of him like a pole.

Jase laughed, "Jesus. It's a guy, alright."

The guy whose room it was bent over the bed, assuming the same position of the man who he'd just fucked. He rubbed something into his arse and the other man walked up behind him.

Then the huge rod of the other man's cock slowly disappeared into his arse.

Willows yelped. "Aah... that's gonna hurt in the morning..."

And Paul: "Ooh. He could shit a fuckin' baby after takin' that..."

After that, we watched them have sex in silence for about fifteen minutes. They swapped positions frequently, one man having about two minutes of fucking and then the other man standing up to take his turn. It looked cold and methodical: passionless and unspontaneous.

It was so different from my own experiences of sex that I found it impossible to look away. The other guys were clearly experiencing the same sense of irresistible allure.

Willows had to adjust his cock a couple of times. I was going to make a comment about it but since mine had grown painfully hard within the first couple of minutes of watching them, I thought better of it.

When the first man came, his thrusting into the other speeding up into a frenzy as he unloaded his semen, Paul said, "Jesus..."

Then we watched as the other man took his place and relieved himself into the other's arse.

Willows said, distractedly, "It's like they're wanking, but using each other..."

I said, not sure whether I believed it, "I'd rather stick to my hand."

Jase watched the man pulling out and removing his condom. "I dunno... maybe... I dunno..."

And then he seemed to remember himself and said, "Come on, Willows. The show's over. We better hit the road..."

After the two of them had gone, Paul and I stripped down to our boxers. We glanced over at each other and found that we were both as hard as hell, making tents with small wet patches in our shorts.

We threw small smiles to each other.

As he got into bed, Paul said, "I'm gonna need to wank. No women for five days... my nuts are bustin'."

I nodded. "I know what you mean."

And so the two of us masturbated in our squeeky beds, laughing at first about how loud it sounded.

About five minutes in, Paul asked, "I know I asked you the other night, but what do you really think about trading sex with another guy? I mean, letting him fuck you if he'd let you fuck him?"

Neither of us missed a beat. Our hands worked at our dicks to almost the same rhythm.

After a few seconds I replied, "I dunno..."

He said, "Neither do I..."

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Will be concluded...