The Christmas Club

[daddybear54]

THE CHRISTMAS CLUB

 

Chapter 1   The Annual Meeting

 

Lars was facing the big mirror over the dresser as he tidied his hair. His eye, though was actually fixed on the attractively naked young man sitting on the end of the bed behind him. Lars had met Thor less than a week earlier, in a shopping mall washroom, when he had spotted the cute young blond covertly eying his tool sideways as they each released a stream into the urinals.

Even though it was mid-morning, it had been plain that Thor was ready, and more than ready, to get into some action. Within a minute after Lars stepped closer to him, they had their hands on each other’s tools in a classic “let’s fuck” handshake. At 40, Lars was apt to take a bit longer to get going, but Thor was half his age and had needed only one touch and squeeze to shoot right up to a full erection, his seven inches jutting up and out at a proud, aggressive angle. So aggressive, in fact, that he simply couldn’t squeeze it back behind his zipper fast enough when the door creaked as another man entered. The newcomer had taken in the scene at a glance, nodding approvingly and winking at Lars as they passed him on the way to the exit.

In ten more minutes, Lars and Thor were naked together in a suite of the adjacent hotel. Despite his forceful name and aggressive erection, Thor proved to be the kind of quiet young fellow who enjoyed being manhandled. That suited Lars right down to the ground. In two minutes, he had his eight-inch spear buried deep in the younger man’s throat. Four minutes after that, his tongue was lashing and drilling in the deep valley between Thor’s beautifully proportioned ass cheeks. Three more minutes found Lars buried deep in the hole, driving and thrusting with his entire eight inch length deep into Thor’s snug ass tunnel.

Lars was enjoying himself more than he’d expected he would. Thor might be young, but he was skilled at working his ass muscles to give his partner’s cock a delightful ride, and his busy butt had Lars moaning appreciatively as the older man pounded deep inside his hot young ass. Lars had changed up the position several times, first letting Thor sit on his spear and ride up and down on it, then picking the young guy up and pinning him against the wall, legs over shoulders as Lars drilled full force into him. Then he’d dropped Thor onto his face on the bed and lay on top of him, nuzzling his partner’s back and shoulders as he fucked straight down into the delightful ass under him. Those deep strokes brought Lars off the first time.

An hour later, give or take a few minutes, after Lars had dropped a second big load into Thor’s hot young fuckhole, he had invited Thor to join him that night for a week-long trip (with all expenses paid) to a resort in Mauritius. Thor hadn’t even bothered to pretend to think it over. He’d dashed off home to grab his passport and get packed (“You’ll need a few nice clothes,” Lars had said) and was back within the hour. Then it was off to Oslo Airport, where they snagged the last flight to London.

After a late supper in the airport hotel’s glass-walled restaurant, another wild round of fun and games with Lars slurping all of his two loads our of Thor’s hole (before adding a third one for good measure), they’d curled up together and enjoyed a good night’s sleep. The next day, after a late and leisurely start, they’d left the hotel on a pre-arranged late checkout before joining the ongoing overnight flight to Mauritius. A deluxe limousine awaited them at their destination for the ride from the airport, bringing them quickly to the deluxe resort on its own private coral sand beach, where they’d settled into a generously spacious overwater bungalow.

In no time, they had shed their travel clothes and pulled on swimsuits before heading out to the terrace. It was perfectly screened from view from all of the neighbours. It was the first time that Lars and Thor had really been able to take a good look at each other in broad daylight. Thor had enjoyed to the full the sight of Lars’ hot, hard body as he made his way to the plunge pool and stepped down into the water. Once Lars turned around and sat down on the underwater ledge, he’d enjoyed in turn the way that Thor’s snug, minimal swimsuit clung all around his insistent, semi-erect cock and full, round ass. As soon as Thor climbed down into the pool, Lars drew him over to sit down, an eager hand already clutching at Thor’s butt.

At once, they began making out hot and heavy, with duelling tongues plunging into each other’s mouths as their hands groped and squeezed and rubbed the two growing bulges. After a minute, Thor got up, climbed onto the rim of the pool, and sat down on his haunches, pulling his tiny red swimsuit down over his ass cheeks as he did so. Lars immediately swung around and plunged his face into that tempting deep valley, eating and tonguing Thor’s hot ass as fast as he could go. Thor moaned in delight as Lars expertly pushed his tongue into the hole, opening Thor up and getting him ready for a hard cock.

But Lars suddenly pulled away, slapped Thor’s bare ass, and hissed quietly, “Get down in the water – now!” Just as Thor dropped obediently back into the pool, he caught the throbbing sound of the engines as a dive boat full of snorkelers from an adjacent resort came chugging by. The two of them waved at the boat, getting several friendly waves in return. All the time during this interruption, Lars had his other hand hard at work under the water, palming and squeezing Thor’s bulge.

After the boat had passed out of sight, Lars got up on the rim of the pool and bent over, sliding his swimsuit down to offer Thor his ass. Thor dived in right away, licking and sucking while pushing a finger into that inviting hole. His cock got even harder under the water when Lars moaned, “Fuck, yes! That’s so good. Get your cock into me now, dammit!”

Although Thor preferred to play catcher, he was never one to say no. Thor drew Lars back down into the pool and then planted his cockhead against the older man’s hole. After a minute of pressure, he felt the hole give way and his cock moved slowly inside. Lars groaned, hissed, gritted out his words through the tension, “Fuck, that’s so hard… haven’t had a dick in me for ages… push it right in there, get it all inside me.”

Thor had always fantasized about fucking out in the open air, doing it in broad daylight,  It was bonus that he now found himself fucking this hot, muscular daddy, burying his cock quickly and repeatedly in Lars’ tight, willing hole. Just the realization that he was living out his long-held fantasy was enough to override his normal brakes, and he fired off a big load inside Lars almost before he knew what was happening. Being young and well-trained, he was able to keep right on plowing without any delay.

But Lars changed the game up again. He pulled away from Thor, spinning around and growling, “Time for you to get it.” But Thor dodged away from him and dived under the water. Lars watched with amusement as Thor chased down and captured in his mouth a couple of small traces of his cock cream which had escaped and were drifting lazily in the pool. Then he came up, smiling, and kissed Lars, letting the recaptured sperm swish around between their mouths.

After a moment, Lars broke the kiss and spun Thor to face the wall – then aimed his dick into Thor’s crack and leaned over his back, pushing deep inside the younger man’s muscular ass. Lars, too, was immensely turned on by the public nature of their coupling and exploded inside Thor within a few minutes of hard-driving fuck action.

They kept kissing for another minute or two as they recovered their breath from the wild action, but then Lars said, “We’d better get inside before we get the sunburn of a lifetime. Didn’t even take time to put on sunscreen!” The meeting resumed in the enormous walk-in  shower, and Thor took advantage of the mood to fuck and breed Lars again, taking a little more time to enjoy the process before going for the grand finale.

Over the next few days, their holiday idyll in the sun continued. It was all relaxing, all fun, all enjoyment, all amid the tropical paradise of the resort and the well-nigh perfect weather. All this time, though, Thor was getting more and more curious. Much as they enjoyed the days spent snorkelling, the lengthy soaking in their private outdoor pool or the hot tub in the palatial bathroom, the lazy lunches and deluxe dinners on their terrace, and the frequent wild sexual episodes in the gigantic bed (or out of it), he could tell that Lars was getting edgy.

Several times, he’d spotted Lars reading over a lengthy printed letter, with a schedule attached.  He hadn’t asked any questions, but he had deduced (accurately) that Lars had some business to deal with while they were here. Then, there had been the morning when they’d decided to have breakfast in the restaurant for a change of pace, and he’d spotted Lars exchanging covert glances with a brown-skinned man at another table.

On their fifth day, Lars had finally said something.

“Thor, we have a formal meeting to go to tonight for dinner. We’ll need to be dressed to walk along to the main lodge and the restaurant. We’ll leave at sunset.”

“”Formal as in jacket and tie?”

“No, a good shirt, trousers, and dark shoes will do.”

Thor heaved a silent sigh of relief. He was a casual guy and hated having to get dressed up in a suit. This cryptic announcement had left him full of questions, but he held his peace. Being a travel-date “boyfriend” to an obviously rich man was a new role for him, but he had the good sense to keep his thoughts private and wait for Lars to set the tone.

As the two of them sauntered into the restaurant that evening and were escorted by the host to a private dining room, Thor got two of his questions answered at once with just a quick look around. There wasn’t a woman in sight anywhere, and every one of the nine older men already in the room had a sexy younger man standing close beside him. Thor immediately recognized a couple of the younger men as hotties that he had spotted while roaming around the resort, either at the bar in the main lodge area, or on that picture-perfect beach under the swaying palms. He’d made the right guess, too, as he now realized, when he’d seen those young men wearing swimwear as skimpy and provocative as his own.

With drinks in hand, Lars and Thor began making the rounds of introductions as more guests arrived behind them. Thor’s agile mind picked up several more details before they had gone halfway around the party. The men were an assorted lot from all corners of the globe. One of them was the man he’d spotted Lars looking at in the restaurant the previous morning. Despite their diversity of origin, or perhaps because of it, all the men in this miniature United Nations were conversing fluently in English.

What intrigued Thor most of all was the realization that all of the older men knew each other. However, only some of the younger men present greeted Lars by name, while others appeared to be strangers to his wealthy partner. If that was the right word – perhaps “sponsor” would have been nearer the mark. Thor was feeling more and more with each passing minute like a debutante being formally presented at court.

The cocktail hour carried on for closer to two hours. Thor found himself getting into conversations with almost all of the older men present. He also had a chance to chat with a couple of the younger guys. As he worked his way through a second margarita, he loosened up a good deal, joining freely in the laughter that now echoed through the room. He grinned from time to time, too, when a roaming hand brushed against his bulge or momentarily cupped one of his firm butt cheeks.

Thor was no fool. He could guess that this “meeting” was eventually going to end up in various bedrooms in the resort – and he was definitely up for that, in more ways than one. As it turned out, he was absolutely right – but the grand finale wasn’t going to be quite as straightforward as he was thinking.

It was well past dark before they finally got the call from the head waiter to sit down to supper. Out of the corner of his eye, Thor had spotted a couple of servers roaming around the room and placing name cards at the four square tables (set for eight guests each), always after a quick, quiet exchange with one of the older guests. Having noted that, Thor was not altogether surprised to find himself seated next to Yoshi, an older Japanese man, while his neighbour on the corner was Farouk, a studly young Egyptian whose sizable bulge in his snug, tailored trousers had already caught Thor’s attention.

Conversation flowed easily around the four couples at the table. None of the young fellows in the party had been seated at the same table as the older man with whom each of them had arrived. There was Lars, Thor noticed, sitting at another table next to a young hottie who looked Polynesian. The meal was light on quantity (a sensible plan so late in the evening in the tropics) but of the very finest quality, as were the wines served with each course. There was only one detail which didn’t quite fit the picture. At the end of the meal, each of the older men filled in what appeared to be a scorecard of some kind which Thor didn’t see clearly as Yoshi had turned half away from him. Farouk and Thor exchanged puzzled glances at that.

Then the white-haired gentleman acting as the chair of the meeting got up to speak. In a bland, business-event voice, he thanked everyone for coming, with a conventional wish that he trusted that everyone was enjoying the meal and the resort as a whole. Then he added on a sentence which sent Thor’s eyebrows notably higher than usual.

“I will look forward to seeing all of you again in two months’ time, gentlemen.”

Thor did a quick mental calculation. It was late October now; two months would bring them to Christmas.

 

 

 

[daddybear54]

Chapter 2  Learning the Ropes

 

“Questions, Thor?”

The moon was spreading a sparkling trail across the placid waters as they walked down the boardwalk bridge leading to the guest bungalows.

“A few minor ones, and one big one.”

“Start with the big one.”

Thor took a deep breath.

“I’d like to know, for the long term, what you’ve gotten me into here.”

Lars chuckled.

“That’s the good news, Thor. I haven’t ‘gotten you into’ anything. I’ve put you in the way of an opportunity that could change your life into something completely different from what you had imagined a week ago. Whether you choose to take that opportunity or not is entirely up to you. You can choose to join the Christmas Club, or not. Just one ask from me: if you’re deciding you don’t want to join, just let me know as soon as possible.”

Thor mulled that one over for a minute. “It’s hard to say if I want to join in when I don’t really know what it is I’d be joining – especially in the long term.”

Lars chuckled again. “I understand. I felt the same way when I was invited twenty years ago. It’s just that we have an unwritten rule about not asking and not talking much about it – sort of ‘whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ deal. Except that we never meet in Vegas. But I can fill you in a bit.”

“That’s all I ask.”

The remainder of the slow walk back to their bungalow and the time as they undressed and climbed into bed was taken up by his explanation. As Lars wrapped up, he added on an answer to one question which Thor hadn’t asked. “And just in case you were wondering, no strings as far as I’m concerned. It’s great fun playing with you, but there’s no relationship here. Not even a – what do they call it now? – a situationship? After all, we don’t even live in the same place.”

Another clue. He’s not from Oslo then. Thor’s alert mind ticked off another point. “So where do you live, Lars?”

Lars laughed again and flung out an arm in a dramatic gesture. “I am a citizen of the world.” Thor joined him in laughing. “Really, I don’t live anywhere, in the sense of having one definite home base. I’m from Stavanger originally and keep a house there, so that’s my address of record for the Norwegian government. But I travel most of the year on business, and have condos in New York, London, Dubai, and Singapore. And what that business would be comes squarely under the heading of ‘we don’t ask and we don’t tell.’ Now, if that’s satisfied your curiosity enough for the time being, can we stop talking and get down to business?”

Thor chuckled again as Lars reached down and manipulated his cock.

“I guess I can run on that for now.” This as his tool sprang rapidly to life. This time the two of them moved easily into a sixty-nine, sucking on each other’s cocks until first Thor and then, moments later, Lars exploded. They sucked, they swallowed, and then Lars swung back around to lay his head on the pillow next to his young protégé. And then they slept.

The next morning at breakfast, Lars told Thor that he was going to be busy all day and into the evening – “catching up with my friends” as he put it. “I’ll be out and about right through until tonight, so if you want to get together with anyone you met last night, it’ll be fine to bring him back here. Tomorrow we leave for the airport at two o’clock, after lunch.”

Damn! This guy can see right through me! Thor gave a rueful laugh. “There’s just no hiding anything from you, Lars. I’m going to do my packing first and then meet one of the guys.”

“May I ask?”

“Oh, so now he wants a situationship.” They both laughed. “I’m going to touch base with Farouk.”

“That’s the young fellow sitting by you last night, yes?” Thor nodded, “Yes, he’s another first-timer like you, and from the looks of him that was quite the base he had that any of us would enjoy touching. Have fun going for the home run!”

Ninety minutes later, Thor opened the door to admit Farouk. Thor was wearing just his minimal red brief swimsuit and Farouk’s eyes widened. It was obvious that the young Scandinavian beauty was already somewhat aroused.

“Come on, Farouk.  Let’s get in the pool – for starters.”

Once out on the terrace, Farouk lost no time shedding his shorts and shirt, revealing an equally slim-line yellow brief. Thor whistled. “Wow. They sure gave you the giant economy size, didn’t they?” Farouk’s cock was pushing as far up as possible, and its owner had been forced to angle it a bit to the side to keep it contained. He’d also had to lift the sides of his string brief as high up on his hips as possible. Even with those precautions, the head was already starting to lift the narrow waistband away from his muscular belly. The view in the back was just as provocative.

Farouk amused Thor by getting on his back in the pool and swimming back and forth at a lazy pace. The pool wasn’t really big enough for proper swimming, but it was a great way for Farouk to keep showing off his endowment, and since it was still growing and now pushing right out under the waistband, he was putting on quite a show. After a couple of minutes, he sat down in the warm water beside Thor and the two of them began making out, with plenty of tongue and several busy hands adding to the excitement.

Thor decided he should make the next move, so he stood up, turned his back to Farouk and climbed up to stand on the step. He then pulled the waist of his swimsuit down to reveal his smooth round ass, pushing the suit still farther until it dropped into the water. He stepped out of it, tossing the suit onto the deck and then knelt down on the edge of the pool with his ass thrust out towards the Egyptian stud. Farouk wasted no time, yanking his own suit off and then diving right in and eating Thor’s firm buns, deep crack, and tight hole in a frenzy of lust. It didn’t take long. Thor began moaning, quietly at first but then louder and louder until Farouk slapped his butt and whispered harshly, “Shut up! You’ll have all the neighbours swimming around to take a look!”

“Fuck, yeah! We could give them a show!”

Farouk redoubled his sucking and slurping, adding a finger in Thor’s hole to the mix. As he rotated the finger and then added another one to it, Thor was getting more and more active, twisting back and forth and flexing his butt muscles as hard as he could go.

Farouk now had Thor’s ass as wet as he could get it. It was time. He stepped up and rubbed the head of his uncut cock, standing a full ten inches almost straight up, into Thor’s crack. As he teased Thor’s hole, he reached down with his spare hand and pulled a small bottle out of the pocket of his shorts which were lying nearby. Squirting the lube onto his fingers, he began working it into the hole. He then pulled out another bottle and handed it to Thor. Thor inhaled deeply, drawing the metallic fumes down into his lungs, first one side and then the other. Farouk waited patiently, still teasing the hole until it suddenly relaxed and twitched, opening and pushing out.

He grasped the rigid shaft, planted the head firmly against Thor’s hole, and leaned on it. Thor had never taken such a big piece of meat, but the poppers had loosened him up and he opened up, letting Farouk get the bulbous head inside him. Thor let out a gasp and a loud grunt of “fuck!”, then remembered to breathe deep breaths. Another hit of poppers helped too. Then he looked down between his legs and saw the full size of the tree trunk Farouk was pushing into him. Another involuntary cry of “Aw, fuck!” and his hole relaxed still further. In a few more minutes, Farouk had succeeded. His entire thick, hard manhood was buried all the way inside Thor’s ass.

Thor was struggling. He wanted that cock, welcomed it, did what he could to help it out, but it was a real strain for him – not just the length but the thickness even more so. But Farouk, having gotten inside, wasn’t going to take “No” for an answer. He began a slow in and out motion, pushing all the way up inside Thor’s straining hole, and then sliding down and out until just the head was clenched inside the muscle ring.

Over the next couple of minutes, Farouk slowly ratcheted up the speed of his fucking motions as Thor’s hole got progressively easier to work with. Thor was still straining, but he took it, he needed it, he wanted a fuck for the record books and Farouk was giving it to him. Farouk’s hip bones were smacking loudly against Thor’s lush round ass on each stroke.

“Fuck! I can’t hold it. I’m going to shoot!” Farouk’s sudden exclamation lit Thor’s fire too.

“Do it! Fucking cum inside me!”

Farouk’s thrusts were getting irregular and hitting harder too. He grunted a few times, then let out a roar and shoved his huge tool all the way up into Thor’s body and let the volcano erupt. Thor felt his insides warm up. Pushing his hand down against his abdomen, he could feel Farouk’s thick head jumping and pulsing inside him. Farouk slammed into Thor a few more times as his epic orgasm continued. At last, the pulsations died away and he gasped for breath. Then, in slow motion contrast to the high-energy fucking of a moment earlier, he let his tool slide slowly out of Thor’s body. Also in slow motion, a tidal wave of white cream followed it out, dripping down into the water by the pool’s edge as Thor’s ass struggled to close up again.

Farouk flopped back down into the pool, gasping for air after his sudden burst of energy. Thor sat down again beside him, and they stroked each other gently as their breathing and pulses returned to normal. But then, as he turned to kiss Thor again, Farouk realized something.

“Shit! You didn’t cum.”

“That’s okay, I’ll get my chance soon enough. I’m head of the line to lay a load into your hot muscle ass.” Farouk turned his head away, mumbling something and Thor realized. “Farouk.” No answer. “Farouk, look at me.” He grasped the handsome Egyptian gently by the chin and swung him slowly around. “You’ve never been fucked?” He didn’t really have to ask. The fear was there in the liquid brown eyes staring back at him.

Farouk nodded. “Yeah. But just once, and it hurt like hell. My uncle. He… he forced me.” Thor stared in shock. Farouk gulped for air and then went on. “I mean, like, I wanted it, I already knew I was gay, but he just ripped me open. He was crazy drunk. And I had to go to the hospital to get fixed up.”

“Shit. How old were you?”

The answer was barely audible. “Thirteen.”

Thor suddenly exploded in rage. “I’d want to kill that bastard.” But then he felt Farouk’s hand resting gently on his mouth.

“That’s just what my father said. His own brother. And it wasn’t just words.” Thor stared at him, appalled. “When he found out I was gay, he thought his brother had turned me that way. I tried to tell him, but he had gone crazy with rage, he wouldn’t listen. Wherever we go when we die…” and he stopped dead, gulping audibly before going on. “I hope… I just hope they’re talking to each other again now, forgiving each other, wherever they are.”

“Your father’s dead too.”

“The firing squad.”

Thor folded Farouk in his arms, holding him close as he broke down and sobbed. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say that would fit the enormity of Farouk’s pain and hurt. He could only hope that Farouk was getting the message through his touch. At last the emotional storm worked its way out of Farouk’s system and he raised his head.

“Sorry for letting go like that.”

“It’s okay, Farouk. You need to let it out, so let it out.”

“It’s so hard. I’ve only ever told all this to one other person.”

“The man who brought you here.”

Farouk nodded. “His name’s Abdul. He wanted to take my cock just like you did. And then he wanted to switch. He’s a good man. I told him and he said it was okay, we didn’t need to do it. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to. I play with it myself, with my fingers, my toys, and it feels great. I shoot off like a fountain when I fuck myself with my vibrating dildo. But as soon as it’s another guy and he reaches for my ass, I just freeze right up and clamp down like my life depended on it.”

Thor looked at him. So handsome. So frightened.

“After what happened, I’d be frozen too. But look, Farouk. I’m not trying to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. It’s just what you want, whatever you’re ready for.”

Farouk shook his head in amazement. “Where were all the decent men like you and Abdul when I was young?” He shook his head again. “So this is what scares me about the Christmas Club – that I’m going to meet some guy who’s top only, I’m going to freeze on him, and I’ll end up getting blacklisted from the whole thing. And I need this, Thor. I need it! Not for money, but to give me some self-confidence, to help me get over being paranoid about dating because of what happened, all of that!”

“That might happen. But look at who you’ve met so far. Yoshi, last night, he was so shy and gentle and it’s obvious that he’s 100% bottom. And then there’s Abdul,  who sounds like a really great guy, and Lars – my sponsor – he’s just as thoughtful and easy-going.”

“And there’s you,” Farouk added, the smile coming back at last into his face and his voice.

“So that’s four good guys you’ve met, and no sign of trouble yet. Pretty good odds. Come on, Farouk, let’s go inside and get cleaned up and we can talk some more.”

A long shower full of gentle touches and kisses followed. They washed each other down with their hands, taking turns with the shower head to rinse every part of each other. After they were dried off, they got dressed and Thor called for some room service for lunch. Another long conversation turned to the whole business of the Christmas Club, and what it was all about. At least, they knew it was about older men having sex with younger men, but they were both wondering about how it was organized and what was expected of them as newcomers.

Putting two and two together, with the hints Thor had gotten from Lars and the rather different bits which Farouk had picked up from Abdul, a fuller picture began to appear.

And now Farouk was looking scared again. “I don’t know, Thor. Can I even do this? What if I get with one of those daddies that I don’t know yet and he won’t take no for an answer?”

Thor’s mother-hen side came to the surface again. “Just make sure you’ve got the resources to make your own way home if he throws you out. And something else… look, you’ve got my number, here’s what you do. Once you find out where you are and who you’re with, you let me know. That way, there’s someone who knows what the score is with the Christmas Club and knows how and where to get you help to you if you need it. Okay?” Farouk nodded. “Okay, that’s enough serious talk, I want to get some more action out of your beautiful cock before dinner time rolls around.”

They both laughed, as he took Farouk’s hand, led him to the bed, and then began to undress him. They fell across the bed together, the heat steadily rising as Thor pulled Farouk on top of him and then got them into position to suck each other’s cocks in a sixty-nine. Farouk gave Thor’s dick his best treatment, sucking it deep, kissing and licking along the shaft and around the head, humming as he got the head deep into his throat – he had mastered all the tricks. Thor was struggling much more with Farouk’s huge tool, but he was  doing pretty well at getting most of it inside his mouth, even if he couldn’t completely deep-throat the thing.

Farouk eventually worked his way down onto Thor’s balls, then down his taint and began eating Thor’s ass. Thor reciprocated, feeling Farouk loosen up a bit as he washed down that beautiful ass crack, then began licking at the hole, caressing it with his tongue as he felt Farouk giving his own ass the same treatment. Both of them were giving off moans of satisfaction.

That’s a good start for him. He’s taking this rimming play and liking it.

Thor could feel his own ass loosening and blooming. He knew that it was time, and he needed that huge tool back in his ass. He rolled onto his back, spread his legs apart, and lifted them into the air. “I’m ready, Farouk. I want you inside me again.”

Whether because of having already been stretched that morning, or because of the bonding that had taken place between them, Thor found it much easier going this time to get Farouk’s big sledge hammer inside him.

And, because they had already blown off some steam earlier, they were able to take their time and enjoy the experience much longer. Farouk enjoyed fucking Thor in missionary, because Thor was flexible enough to fold himself double and pull Farouk right down on top of him, enjoying the body-to-body contact and the intense making out. But then, Farouk pulled out and rolled Thor onto his face before entering him again, lying full length along Thor’s back and wrapping his arms around Thor’s body as he plowed deep inside.

Then it was Thor’s turn to roll Farouk onto his back and climb on top, sitting right down onto the full length of that huge man meat and pumping up and down as the head kept bumping against his prostate. And that brought Thor off, grunting and moaning as his dick convulsed, spraying several massive squirts of cream up over his pecs and abs.

That was Farouk’s cue to pull Thor up and off so he could get on top again, lick all that warm cream up into his mouth, suck the remaining trails of it off Thor’s cock, and then exchange it all with Thor in a passionate kiss, ending when both swallowed their share.

But they weren’t done. Both of them were still hard, and Thor was already stroking himself again as Farouk sank back inside him, big spoon to Thor’s little one.

“Fuck, yes! Never had someone do me like this. Don’t stop! It feels so great!”

“Feels great to be inside you this way too. Going to keep fucking you like this till I shoot my load inside you.”

“I want that load. Give it all to me, fill my hole with your sperm.”

“Yeah – gonna fill you up all the way.”

Farouk was pounding into Thor faster and faster, and Thor was matching him for speed as he pounded away on his own dick. Both were so turned on that this explosion was going to happen soon, for both of them.

“Oh, fuck! Drive it into me! Cum in me!”

“Fuck! Gonna cum… in your hole… shoot my load up into your guts....”

It wasn’t just the dirty talk. Farouk’s thick head was nailing Thor’s prostate on every stroke, and Thor’s moans and cries showed that he was just as close as the stud plowing him.

“Do it! Shoot it! Oh, man, you’re gonna fuck the cum right out of me!”

“Take it… take it… fucking cumming… now!”

With a last ferocious driving thrust, Farouk forced his way deeper inside than ever before as he exploded into Thor’s fuckhole, right at the same moment that Thor blasted off a second load, just as big as his first cum had been. The two of them lay there, heaving insanely huge breaths as they slowly calmed down from their double climax. At last, Thor spoke.

“Unbelievable… what an incredible fuck. I’ve never cum right at the same time like that.”

“Neither have I.”

Farouk’s huge tool was still lodged inside Thor, still hard, and neither of them showed any real urge to disconnect. At last they got up, went into the bathroom for another shower, and then pulled on their swimsuits to go back outside and relax in the pool for a while longer. As they were sitting there, arms around each other’s bodies, Farouk sighed.

“What?”

“I was just wishing I felt ready to take it the way you did. I’d really love to have you be the one to teach my ass how good it could feel.”

Thor kissed him. “Thank you. Wherever you are, when you do feel ready, there will be a good man who is the right one to take you through that experience.” Thor was no fool. He could tell that Farouk was trying to express love for him, at least at some level. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling drawn to the young Egyptian hunk too. But he kept the brakes on, having already learned the hard way that he simply wasn’t matured enough or ready to settle into a relationship with one man – and he guessed that Farouk wasn’t really any more ready than he was.

At last, Farouk sighed and got up. “I’ll have to go. It’s about an hour to sunset, and Abdul wants us to have dinner in the restaurant for this last night.”

“It’s all good, Farouk. Lars is off and about through the evening, so I’ll just call up some room service for dinner.”

When Farouk was all cleaned up and dressed again, Thor walked him to the door.

“Thank you for an amazing day, Thor, and for being so supportive and understanding.”

“And thank you, Farouk, for giving me an ass ache that I’ll remember for a long, long time.” They both laughed before Thor went on. “Seriously, it was a great day – great fun, and a great new friend as well.”

“Then, thank you – my friend.” And they hugged and kissed for several minutes longer before Farouk went his way.

Hours later, Lars returned to a dimly lit room – and was a little startled. Everything was neat and tidy. Thor had taken it upon himself to call housekeeping to come and remake the bed, and he had tipped the housekeeper well for the trouble. Likewise, he had called room service to clear away the dishes after he’d eaten and again tipped the server well for the two trips out to the bungalow. Now, Thor was lying in bed, watching a classic movie on the giant TV screen. He looked pleasantly drowsy.

“Hello, Thor. The suite is a lot neater than I expected. Didn’t Farouk come after all?”

“Oh, yes. He came and spent the day here. He had to go because his elder, Abdul, wanted to have dinner in the restaurant. But we had a great time all day.”

Lars was even more puzzled. That last remark certainly hinted at wild fun and games, but there was an oddly thoughtful, almost sad, note in Thor’s voice as he spoke. So Lars privately resolved to say nothing more. After all, it was no business of his unless he really did want a situationship or more after all – and that he certainly did not want.

“Glad you had a good day. I’ll just get cleaned up and then we can get some sleep.”

“Good. The movie’s almost over anyway.”

“I don’t recognize it. What’s the title?”

“Tight Little Island.”

Lars chuckled as he headed to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, Lars laid down on the bed, on his side, facing Thor – who at once rolled towards his older companion to kiss him goodnight. As they embraced, Lars instinctively ran his hand down Thor’s back to caress his ass, and Thor flinched at the touch.

“Ah, you did have a good time, didn’t you?”

“Did you?”

“Touché. As my former partner in England used to say, ‘Ask no questions and you’ll get told no lies.’”

“Precisely.”

Lars laughed again, at the shrewd way in which Thor had diverted his curiosity and turned it back on him. He made a mental note for the file which he was compiling on Thor: Thoughtful, clever, quick responses, and not easy to catch off guard.

In five more minutes, they were both asleep.