Anything Can Happen In Ibiza
by David Heulfryn

 

My head was pounding. How much did I fucking drink last night, and why did my mates let me get rat-arsed. It was the first night of my first holiday away with my mates.

After arriving in Ibiza, we dumped our bags in the Air B&B we’d booked and went to the bars. It was early afternoon, and we spent the rest of the day and night drinking. At some point in the night, I was so drunk that I didn’t remember anything.

I woke alone in the bed. I was stark bollock naked and lying on top of the bedclothes, totally exposed. My legs were spread wide, and my arms were above my head. My head throbbed, but nothing else was; I hadn’t woken up with my usual hard-on. The way I felt meant there was no chance of getting an erection. I groaned and clutched my head, the curtains were closed, but a small chink let the sun in and burn my eyes.

When I sat up, I clutched my head. A glass of water was on a nearby table, and there was a blister pack of painkillers. I swallowed two and drained the glass. My phone was next to the water, and I picked it up.

Fucking hell! It was nearly four o’clock; the day was nearly over. I couldn’t hear anything, so I staggered around the apartment and couldn’t find any of my mates; they had fucking gone out without me. I searched for my clothes and found the boxer shorts I wore last night. They stank of sweat, but I slipped them on anyway and flopped down on the sofa.

I checked my phone for any messages, but nothing came up. My mates couldn’t even be bothered to text me to let me know where they were. I vaguely remembered taking some pictures last night, so I checked to see if they sparked any more memories. They didn’t, but what I saw made my jaw hit the floor.

The last picture was of me lying naked on the bed, spread-eagled and passed out. Then there was a close-up of my cock and balls. Then, the videos.

What did those bastards do to me? Someone was lifting my limp dick. They stroked it, and I could hear loads of people laughing. The fingers stroked me, but my cock didn’t respond. The camera swung around, and it was Charlie, my best mate handling my cock. I could see the rest of the guys as they laughed at my paralytic state. I noticed some guys at the back I’d never seen before.

The next video had one of the strange guys on the bed with me. My legs were on his shoulders; he was also naked and was thrusting his hips forward and back. It looked like he was fucking me as the others cheered him on.

I reached behind me and leant over to feel my arse. My crack was sweaty. I pushed my fingers deeper and felt my hole. It felt normal. It wasn’t painful or swollen; it was still tight when I tried to push my finger inside. That guy couldn’t have been fucking me. But the video existed. It was on my phone, but who else was filming? To anyone watching that video, I was this guy’s bitch.

I tried to ring Charlie. It just rang and rang before going to voicemail. I tried again, and I got the same result. My stomach lurched. I couldn’t have this video posted on the internet. I flopped down on the sofa and curled up into a ball.

My self-pity was disturbed by a knock on the door. It sounded tentative, even nervous. I got up to see who it was.

I recognised the young guy from the video as I opened the door. He wasn’t the one pretending to fuck me; he was a bystander, watching.

“I came round to make sure you were okay.” He said uncertainly.

“Fine. Except for this pounding in my brain. Who the fuck are you?” I wouldn’t be friendly after what his mate had done with me.

“Jordan.” He stuttered. “I also wanted to apologise for last night. I told them it wasn’t cool.”

“What wasn’t cool, Jordan?” I wasn’t happy that this young man would remind me of what happened.

“Can I come in? I’ll tell you, but not on the doorstep, people might overhear.”

Jordan was on holiday with his friend, Curtis. They were both gay but not boyfriends. We’d met up with them in a bar and found out they were staying in the same apartment block as us; they joined us on our pub crawl. They took us to a gay bar; I was half-cut and was taunted into making out with Curtis. Jordan showed me a video of Curtis kissing me. It was full-on with tongues, and I looked like I was into it. That bastard Charlie could provoke me into doing anything. He knew I wasn’t gay; I’d also confided in him that I’d never been with a girl before. Before we left for this holiday, Charlie told me he would make sure I popped my cherry.

Curtis was going to town on my face, and his hands cupped and squeezed my crotch. The camera zoomed in, and it was apparent I was hard. I couldn’t understand why I was going along with this; my hands were even on his arse, squeezing his cheeks.

The video ended abruptly, and Jordan told me we had gone to another bar. Charlie tried to keep me from drinking so much, but I was knocking them back like nothing else mattered.

At the end of the night, I could hardly stand, and they carried me back to the apartment. I’d chucked up on the way, and they had to strip me when we got back as I was covered in sick. They threw me on the bed in my boxers. Then Charlie decided to be mischievous. He pulled off my boxers and played with my limp dick, and mocked me. I had nothing to be ashamed of, four inches of flesh which grew to six inches when hard. But they never managed to see me hard. I was too drunk to react.

Curtis took it a stage further and stripped. He had a hard-on and showed it to everyone. Jordan showed me the video. He was proud of his eight inches, and I was even jealous when I saw it. Then he pretended to fuck me. I don’t know where those eight inches went, but I was sure they didn’t enter me. Jordan confirmed as much.

Then he showed me something I hadn’t seen before. I was lying passed out in the bed, and Curtis was straddling my chest. He placed his cock on my lips and rubbed it along them. I watched me lick my lips, and I winced when I saw my tongue touch his cock. Curtis let his cock slip into my mouth. I cringed when I saw it.

“That’s all that happened.” Jordan said timidly, “I promise.”

“What about the videos? Who has them?” I asked. I worried I was going to be shamed over the internet. Put on some sleazy television show showing how the Brits were so badly behaved when abroad.

“Only you and me.” Jordan blushed. “Charlie unlocked your phone and used it. Curtis told me to use mine. I haven’t sent them to anyone and intend to delete them. I just wanted you to know what they did to you. I didn’t like it. I should have tried to stop it.”

“That’s okay. Charlie can be a right bastard when he wants.” I took a deep breath. “You’re positive there is only evidence on our two phones.” He nodded. “I fucking hope so. I’m going to kill Charlie when I see him. Where are they now?”

“They’re out drinking again. Curtis is with them. I think he has the hots for Charlie.”

I laughed, “Good luck to him. Charlie is as straight as they come.”

“Shall I make you a coffee?” Jordan asked, and I was grateful. A huge caffeine hit was just what I needed.

“A very strong one.”

Jordan sat next to me on the sofa, and we chatted, getting to know each other. He seemed nice. Curtis was a bad influence on him, and he knew it like Charlie was a bad influence on me. But he explained that Curtis helped him come out.

That made the conversation turn to his sexuality.

“So when did you realise you were gay?” I asked.

“As far back as I can remember. I met Curtis when I went to secondary school. He was in my class and seemed to know. He came out to me first, although he never really hid it, in the hope it would encourage me to open up to him. And I did. We secretly dated for about a year, but it was really just playing with each other. I don’t think we were ever boyfriends.”

“So, you and he…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

Jordan smiled, “Yes.”

“You’ve taken that massive cock of his?” I was suddenly feeling horny.

Jordan blushed.

“You have!” I was shocked. “How did you manage it?”

“I remember the first time he fucked me. He was younger then and not as big. But he was still bigger than most. It fucking hurt at first, but we used lots of lube, and it felt better eventually.”

“So are you a…” I was uncertain if I should get too personal, “a bottom.”

He blushed brighter. “Yes, I’ve never topped.”

“And you enjoy it?” I asked.

“Of course.” Jordan smiled at me, “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t. I love sucking dick too. I can’t deep-throat Curtis, but I do my best. He’s a leaker.” Jordan giggled, and I thought how cute he looked. He noticed my expression and brushed his hand through his sandy hair, but the fringe fell back down.

I felt my cock grow, and then it felt the cold. Jordan looked at my crotch and saw that my cock had burst out of my loose fly. He licked his lips. “Are you a leaker?” He asked.

The moment I realised I’d just exposed myself to him, I hurriedly stuffed my cock back into my boxers. I babbled some sort of apology.

“You have a beautiful cock, Obie.” He couldn’t take his eyes off my bulging boxers. “Would you mind if I…” He started, “Would you like me to…” I got the impression he wasn’t used to instigating sex, and neither was I.

“Blowjob!” I blurted out. Nervous and scared.

Jordan moved from the sofa and knelt between my knees. His hand went through the fly of my boxers and grabbed my cock. He pulled it back out the fly and leant forward. His lips felt moist, and so did my cock. He sucked on the tip and then swallowed it all, his face smothered by my dirty boxers. As he pulled off my cock, he pulled down my boxers to my knees. I lifted my arse to help him. I was now complicit in what we were doing. I was giving him consent. I was letting him strip me.

“Even more beautiful.” He whispered as he looked at my dark patch of unkempt pubes and my loose hairy balls smashed against the sofa cushion. “Curtis trims and shaves. His balls are smooth, but I like hair.” He ran his fingers through my dense pubes. His fingers caught on some knots and tugged them free. His fingers were covered with a few strands that his stroking had dislodged. He picked them off and showed them to me before letting them float down my chest. I looked at the stray hairs on my previously hairless chest, and I felt his lips on my cock again.

Jordan sucked me until I almost came. I placed my hands on his head, hoping he would finish me off. I was disappointed when I felt the air around my cock again.

“Can we go to your bed? We’ll be more comfortable.” Jordan grabbed my hand and didn’t wait for a reply as he pulled me off the sofa and into the bedroom.

He told me to lie on the bed, and I watched as he pulled off his tee shirt. My cock throbbed; there was something about him that made me want him. I anxiously waited as he pulled down his shorts, and I saw the bulge in his pants. He appeared to be hard. He teased me as he pulled down his pants, and I groaned when I finally saw his hard cock. For someone who liked pubes, I was surprised he was trimmed. But he looked smooth as his sandy pubes almost matched his skin tone.

My mouth hung open. Jordan straddled my chest, and I shuffled down the bed so that I could place his cock in my mouth.

I sucked on his leaking tip, and my hands kneaded his buttocks. Jordan started to thrust his hips, pushing more cock into me but being careful not to choke me. I teased my fingers between his buttocks, and I felt his hole. It felt soft and fleshy. I poked my finger in and was surprised at how easily it glided inside him. I suppose it was loose from all the times Curtis had fucked him. He definitely wasn’t a virgin, unlike me.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Jordan looked down at me hopefully.

I couldn’t speak, but I grinned at him. He shuffled down my body, his cock leaving my lips and being dragged down my chest, leaving a trail of slime. He lifted his body, grabbed my cock and guided it inside him.

His arse swallowed my cock, and it felt warm. My cock throbbed the moment I lost my virginity. I scrunched my face as I tried desperately not to cum. Jordan helped me by remaining still.

Jordan bent down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and held his body close to mine. His cock was crushed between us, and I could feel it leaking, his precum soaking my belly. Jordan gasped for air as he broke the kiss.

“I want you on top of me.”

Jordan raised his body from my cock and lay beside me. I shifted and knelt between his legs. He raised them and placed them on my shoulders. I leant forward, and his hips curled, exposing his hole. My cock was pointing to his hole, and I guided it in. I heard Jordan groan as I impaled him.

I looked down at him as I began to thrust in and out. I didn’t care that he was a guy; I was just enjoying fucking someone. I could now tell my mates I was no longer a virgin; they didn’t need to know I’d lost it to a guy instead of a girl. I’d just lost my virginity; that is all that mattered.

I kept fucking Jordan. He was groaning and moaning beneath me. He tried to play with my nipples, and it felt electric when he pinched them, making my cock throb and spew more precum.

“Fuck, Obie.” Jordan gasped, “Fuck me harder.”

I was feeling tired, my muscles ached. I wasn’t accustomed to this much exercise. I was determined to leave him satisfied, so I tried my best. I slowed down a little, but my thrusts were more vigorous, pushing it deeper inside him. Jordan’s face was shrouded with ecstasy, but I was ready to cum.

“I’m going to cum!” I warned him.

Jordan grabbed his stiff cock and started to wank it frantically. His body tensed as he came, shooting cum over his chest. His arse squeezed my cock, and after one last, hard thrust, I came inside him.

I gasped as my cock throbbed. I could feel my cum being pumped into Jordan. I looked at his face. He seemed so sweet. I kissed his lips. I kissed his chest, and I kissed the pools of cum off his torso. I kissed his lips again and let him taste his cum.

I pulled my cock free from his arse. Jordan looked exhausted; I was exhausted. A sheen of sweat covered Jordan’s body. His balls and cock were damp with cum. His cock was soft and lay limp on his sandy pubes. I rubbed his cock and balls, enjoying the sensation of his soft, moist flesh in my hand. I then collapsed next to him.

“You were fucking great.” Jordan gasped. “Not bad for your first time.”

“How did you know?” I was surprised.

Jordan laughed, “I could tell you that my finely honed gaydar and intuition told me that you’d never had sex, or I could just tell you that Charlie told us when you collapsed last night.”

I laughed. Charlie was a real bastard.

So, tell me, Obie. Do you still want to chase pussy this holiday, or do you want some easy cock. I’d love to go again.”

“Let’s just say, If I don’t get any pussy when I go out, I will come knocking on your door.”

“And what if I’m not alone?” Jordan teased.

I thought for a moment, “We’ll just have more fun.”

We both laughed, but I was being truthful. I wasn’t averse to a threesome with two other guys.

 

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