Kavos (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2

Our last full day at Kavos was pretty much the same as all the others. We woke up at twelve, took a quick shower hoping the water would stay vaguely warm, went around to wake up Jase and Willows who were usually still asleep, ate a full English breakfast in one of the tavernas, had four hours on the beach, then went back to get changed and to go out for the night.

It seemed to be the routine that most of the lads staying at the resort had got themselves into.

The only thing that distinguished that day was what happened after we'd gone back to our room after the clubs had grown dull. We knew the ropes pretty well by then: it was obvious none of us had a cat-in-hell's chance of pulling and so we stocked up on copious amounts of booze to while away the post-club hours.

That night we'd bought a few bottles of dirt-cheap vodka. Unfortunately, it didn't mix too well with the beer we'd had in the Kavos bars and the four of us were soon so pissed that we could hardly stand up.

We arsed around doing all sorts of the stuff that pissed lads do, most of which I can't remember. I vaguely remember fun-fighting with Jase on Paul's bed and throwing a pair of Paul's boxer shorts over the balcony at some lads who were walking home.

But other than that it's a blur. Maybe we saw the guy in the room opposite shagging another of his conquests, but I don't think so.

We must have settled down at about six in the morning, the four of us collapsing around the room on the beds and chairs. I think Jase tried to at least go through the motions of walking back to their hotel to sleep in his own bed, but he was so pissed that he couldn't open the door and the rest of us just watched him and giggled.

I seem to think that I must have drifted off to sleep while Paul and Willows were talking. Jase was slumped unconsciously on my bed and so I took one of the chairs. It wasn't that comfortable but I couldn't be bothered to kick him off my bed.

At some point while they were chatting, I think I nodded off.

Next thing I remember it must have been an hour or so later. I awoke feeling really thirsty.

I walked to the bathroom door and found that it was closed.

I glanced around the room to see who wasn't there so I could work out who it was in the bathroom. If it was Paul, I'd barge in. He wouldn't care if I walked in on him taking a crap or something; we'd seen it all before. But if it was Jase or Willows I'd have to risk waking everyone up by knocking.

It was then that I realised that both Paul and Willows weren't in the room with me.

I put my ear to the bathroom door and heard a gentle rhythmic sound coming from behind it. It was a wet sound, almost like someone chewing, with occasional soft slapping noises. There was a groan; it sounded like Willows.

I pulled back and thought, "Willows is having a wank in there."

But then, "So where's Paul?"

I'd noticed since day one that the door lock on the bathroom door was broken. The dial which should have read "Vacant" and "Engaged", or their Greek equivalents, was missing and so there was a hole below the door handle. It hadn't struck me as anything significant - like I said, Paul and I were comfortable enough with each other not to bother locking the bathroom door - but now I was grateful for the opportunity it presented.

I knelt down and looked through the hole.

I saw Paul's face bobbing in and out from Willows' crotch. Willows' shorts and underwear had been pulled down and his cock, looking larger and thicker than I would have imagined possible, curved upwards from his dense bush of blond pubic hair. His equally hefty wrinkled balls swung around beneath it in time with Paul's face.

I thought, "Oh my God. Paul is sucking Willows' cock!"

I really couldn't believe it: I'd known Paul for years and, although that week he'd seemed intrigued by the idea of gay sex, I guess I never seriously expected to find him having sex with another man.

I wondered if maybe Paul was bisexual but then remembered the stuff he'd said earlier in the week about how good it would be to have sex with other straight men as neither of you would want commitment.

And I remembered Willows' jokes, betraying his own obvious fascination.

As straight guys go, they were well-matched!

At that point, Paul stood up and for a couple of seconds his cock poked upwards against Willows'. As I'd observed a couple of days earlier, Paul's was much smaller - a good two inches shorter and much thinner.

I wondered if he felt a little inadequate in front of Willows' larger cock. I wondered also, and couldn't understand why the question had never presented itself to me before, if such comparisons caused problems in gay relationships.

Almost immediately Willows fell to his knees and I saw the side of his face as his mouth engulfed Paul's cock. He feasted on it, pulling his face away and thrusting it inwards with long, rapid strokes.

I even saw his right hand reach up and play with Paul's balls as his mouth did its thing. Willows was obviously totally comfortable with the idea of sucking another guy's cock.

A voice inside my head said, "And why not? It's the same equipment as he's got himself. He knows exactly what to do with it..."

"But it's disgusting," I responded. "It's another man's knob inside your mouth..."

And the voice replied, "But just a couple of minutes later, it's yours inside his. You know how good a mouth on your cock feels... does it make any difference if it's some pissed guy's mouth as opposed to some pissed girl's?"

I felt my cock stirring inside my boxer shorts. The possibility was intriguing.

Willows pulled back from Paul's cock and looked up at him.

He asked, "Just say no if you don't want to, right... but would you let me fuck you if I let you fuck me?"

Paul was already whispering, "Shhh! For fuck's sake, you'll wake them up..."

Willows grinned. "Sorry" He pulled one of Paul's pubic hairs out from his mouth.

Paul surprised me by saying, "We'd have to wear condoms."

Jesus, he was actually considering it. I hadn't expected him to say anything but an outright no. But then, I hadn't expected to find Paul taking it in turns to suck cock with another guy in the bathroom.

Willows nodded. "Yeah, of course."

He stood up so that their cocks poked into each other again.

Paul said what I was already thinking, "Yours is pretty big. I dunno if I'll be able to take it."

Willows paused briefly. "I'll try and fuck you first, then. If it hurts too much, we'll forget it."

They didn't touch each other or kiss or do any of the other things I'd regard as standard when I'm preparing to have sex with a girl. I kind of liked the fact they didn't: sex purely for the sake of mutual relief rather than as any pretended expression of attraction. My cock was now semi-hard. I felt a little uncomfortable to have got into this state as a result of finding Paul and Willows getting it on together, but it was happening nonetheless.

Paul said, "If I can't take it, d'you wanna just wank each other off?"

"I'd prefer to suck again. Maybe get down on the floor and sixty-nine or something..."

Paul's cock lurched upwards in his excitement. "Yeah. That sounds good."

I loved the fact they were talking so openly together about sex. It was a similar scenario to that I'd seen in the toilets: almost like a business transaction, two men were stating their preferences and negotiating on what they would be prepared to do to the other to achieve their own relief.

Paul moved towards the door. "I've got some condoms in my suitcase."

I realised what this would involve and turned to crawl as quickly as I could towards the chair I'd been sleeping on.

As Paul opened the bathroom door and the light flooded out, I was halfway across the room.

Fortunately, he spent a couple of seconds fumbling with the pull-cord of the bathroom light, trying to turn it off. He didn't see me clambering across the room on all fours in the weak dawn light coming through the balcony doors.

I accidentally nudged into Jase who groaned in his disturbed sleep, but by the time Paul had come out from the bathroom, I was slouched in the chair as if deeply asleep.

He walked over to his suitcase on the floor of the wardrobe, and unzipped it as quietly as he could. I opened an eye discretely and saw that he'd pulled his boxer shorts back up. The front of them were poking outwards with the rod of his stiff cock: the anticipation of what he was about to do was clearly exciting him.

He pulled out a pack of condoms and a tube of lube, and walked back over to the bathroom. Having closed the door as quietly as he could, I heard the light click on and saw its glow in the hole in the door.

Willows said something and Paul laughed loudly, causing Jase to groan in his sleep again.

I thought, "Oh fuck. Don't wake up, for Christ's sake. I've got to see them doing this."

Willows called out, "Bend over, big boy!" and cackled. Paul shushed him but it was too late.

Jase turned over, muttered something, and then sat up.

I thought, "Oh you stupid fucking bastards! Why couldn't you just keep it quiet in there..."

He looked over at me and I closed my eyes tightly.

After a few seconds, I opened one eye cautiously and saw that he was looking around the room, no doubt going through the same thought processes as I had done a few minutes earlier.

Paul voice rang out quite clearly from the bathroom, "If I say pull it out, you've got to, okay..."

And Willows replied, "Actually I thought I might butt-rape you..." Then he laughed, "Come on, Paul. What do you think I am? Of course I'll pull it out, you stupid dork..."

Paul said something else and Jase stared at the bathroom door, no doubt wondering what the hell was going on in there.

He looked over at me again and I feigned sleeping.

Then he got up and walked over to the door.

I thought, "Shit, he's going to walk in on them. Disturb them and make a scene like he did when they were wanking."

But he didn't.

Just as I had done, he knelt down and peered through the hole below the door handle.

At that moment, Paul gasped. He said, "For Christ's sake, slower..."

Willows laughed. "Sorry... I'm a bit impatient..."

There was silence for a few seconds and then Paul gasped again.

Willows said, "You okay? Do you need to take a crap or something, before we get started?"

Paul chuckled. "No... I was gasping in surprise... that actually felt quite good..."

I saw Jase's hand go down to the front of his shorts, his eye straining to get closer to the small bright hole.

Paul sighed again.

Willows said, "I'm about halfway in. Is that okay?"

"Yeah... it feels good... my cock's stiff as hell..."

"I'm gonna start fucking you. Tell me if it hurts..."

Paul gasped and there was the distinct sound of a fart.

Willows giggled. "Sorry, mate. I came out... I'll try again..."

There was a pause and Paul sighed a long groan, full of either pleasure or pain.

Jase glanced over at me and I closed my eyes again.

When I opened them, he was hitching down his shorts and releasing his stiff cock from his briefs. Its size was similar to my own: halfway between Paul's thin six-incher and Willow's engorged monster.

He returned his eye to the hole in the door and started slowly masturbating. His left hand grabbed his balls quite tightly and his right hand worked at his cock. His eye peered in at the two men in the bathroom, his tongue darting out of his mouth occasionally to lick at his lips.