My holiday to Antalya in Turkey had been booked for nearly nine months now. However, as the weeks before departure closed in, the relationship with my wife disintegrated.
Faults on both sides, as it became obvious that we both shared one thing, a love for other cocks.
Penny had a thing for other guys and I could handle that but when she found out I liked cock too, that was the end. Our marriage of nine years was on the rocks and to be honest, this would now give me an opportunity to maybe come out at the age of 40.
So it was that I stood at the reception of the hotel, alone, at 2am. The flight had been delayed for three hours and the subsequent airport transfer was late too.
There was only one young lad doing the night-shift and he was a fair skinned, skinny lad with curly black hair and sparkling blue eyes. His name tag announced him as Emre. He spoke perfect English and I explained that my wife would not be joining me. He responded by saying that he would still let me have a double bed, in case I was lucky.
I could have sworn he said it in a flirty way and I was rather slutty by suggesting I was open to offers, from anyone.
To his credit, he retained the veneer of professionalism and advised that if there were any problems I was to contact him. I assured him I would and I was certain I would have his cock before my holiday was over.
I slept fitfully, the air-conditioning was proving hard to master. At one point I was on my balcony, overlooking the pool, when I saw two people in a clinch. One I knew to be male, due to the shaved head and it took a little while to ascertain that it was another guy he was with. It did make me horny as I watched the two in a passionate embrace. The one with the shaved head spotted me and with a laugh said
"Your turn tomorrow my friend." in a German accent.
I was a little embarrassed and just waved back, before hurrying back into my room. I must admit, I fell asleep dreaming of what that German could do to me.
I needn't have worried that it was an empty gesture. As I sat in the hotel's restaurant the next day, at breakfast, The German came out of nowhere.
He was not tall, maybe only 5' 7" but was athletically built.
He sat down opposite me, uninvited and introduced himself.
"Good morning, I am Karl, we kind of met last night." His English was impeccable.
"That we did." I smiled. " My name is Sam, I remember you making an offer. Does it still stand?" I said teasingly.
"Oh it most certainly does." Karl beamed.
"Are you here on your own, Karl?" I quizzed.
"Yes my friend, going from cock to cock." He smiled cheekily at me and despite myself, I blushed.
He had brown eyes and a square jaw. Quite full lips, that I was sure he used to their best abilities.
"So what about it, my friend? You look like you need a cock right now, never mind tonight."
I couldn't argue on that score. My 7" cock was hard and pressing against my shorts. I certainly couldn't go to the pool like that.
We took the lift to the third floor, managing not to grope each other....yet.
I stood behind him as he opened the door and ran a finger down his back to his ass cheeks.
Karl moaned lightly "You and me will have fun, I know it."
As soon as we were inside, he started to undress. His top and shorts were off in seconds, leaving him only in his speedos, which were bulging, his cock straining to escape its confines.
"What are you waiting for, sexy boy.? Do you need a hand?"
I nodded. I wanted Karl's hands on my body.
Karl put his arms around me and kissed me. Those lips were as good as I thought. He slowly lifted off my t-shirt and kissed and nibbled at my nipples, which were already hard.
My hands explored his shaven head, shoulders and back, as he traced his tongue down my chest to my stomach, licking furiously at my button.
"It will be good practice for your ass." Karl promised.
I had only shorts on now no briefs or swimming gear beneath. My cock was leaking pre-cum on my shorts and Karl licked at it before gently unbuttoning the shorts and pulling them down.
My cock sprang out, it's eye almost searching for it's next target. It was quickly found, as Karl wrapped his lips around my straining, leaking member.
Karl pushed me onto the bed, on my back and quickly his head was back on my cock and balls. Now he fulfilled his earlier promise and as I widened and lifted my legs, he set about my ass with his tongue. It danced around my hole, teasing me, before burying itself deep in my ass. I gasped with pleasure and I was yearning for his cock to fuck me now.
"Please Karl, fuck me. I need your cock."
Karl stood up and peeled off his speedos. He had a thick, cut cock of maybe 6 and a half inches but with a swollen purple head.
"Here you are, my lover, do you like it?
"Like it? I love it, Karl."
He stepped to the side of the bed and I moved my head and kissed its bright, pulsing tip.
"Oh I need fucked now!" I demanded.
Karl obliged my getting on the bed and putting my legs over his shoulders.
He rubbed at my opening, all wet with his saliva and pushed in. I was in ecstasy as he went further in, stretching my eager hole.
He built up a head of steam and started to pound me. He had sweat on his brow and I looked into his eyes. The look that was returned was dispassionate, he was merely using me as another notch on his bedpost but I didn't mind, I wasn't chasing love, just cock.
He had incredible stamina but after a long while, he finally filled my ass with his hot spunk.
I came almost immediately after, spraying Karl's chest with at least three spurts.
Karl wasn't one for cum kisses and when he had finished filling me up, he wthdrew and went to his bathroom and I could hear the shower going on.
I decided to get up, dress and leave before he returned.
I was thinking it had been a good start, a good fuck on my first full day!
As I passed reception, I saw Emre there and he gave me a cute little smile. God, I fancied him and reckoned the feeling was mutual. Our time would come.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing at the pool, until I was approached by a lady called Gonca from the spa.
Gonca's job was to sell an initial massage to new guests and then try to get them to take a programme of treatments.
"Hi Sir, I am Gonca. Are you on your own, or with family?" She asked, pleasantly.
She was around my age but was not my type of woman, too thin. It was the guys I preferred like that.
"Please call me Sam. And no Gonca, I should have been with my wife but we have split up."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, Sam." It was hard to gauge the sincerity in her voice.
"Don't worry, I'm having fun already."
She was not sure how to take my answer but carried on with her task.