INTRODUCTION
I want to start off this story by telling the reader a bit about me. I'm 32, British, around 6 feet tall, toned build, short brown hair, clean shaven and I'm married, to a woman and have been for 7 years.
My wife and I have just returned from a holiday to Tenerife, it's a Spanish island off the coast of Africa, with beautiful beaches and hotel resorts.
I love my wife, but recently, we haven't been having sex for a good 6 months. I don't blame either of us, it's just work, tiredness and the small matter of the fact I can't stop dreaming about cock. I've always been a bit "bi" which sounds stupid but yeah, I have never been romantically attracted to men, only women. But sexually, yeah I love the thought of cock, and the reality of it too. I'm a regular user of Grindr but to this day, have never ever met up with anyone. I get freaked out and get scared that they'll out me to my wife. But this hasn't stopped me from investing in all sorts of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs that are all safely hidden in the attic of our home.
THE HOLIDAY
I knew that in Tenerife, there was a great gay scene, i'd seen as much from when I used Grindr to search around the area of Los Cristianos, the area we were staying. I saw loads of profiles located there, bottoms, tops, twinks, bears even trans. You name it, it was available in Los Cristianos. Like a big gay pick 'n' mix!
So this was it, I had made the decision that whatever happens, I would at least suck some cock at one point across the 10 nights we were staying there. I just had to! You may be wondering how I could go about this, as I was travelling, staying and sleeping with my wife. Well this is where her migraines come in, she gets them frequently, i'd say every two-three days at homes. They aren't serious but she tends to just want to sleep in a blacked-out room for a few hours. When we're on holiday, it can be more frequent because of the sunshine. To push myself even further, I packed a 50ml bottle of water based lube, a pack of Ribbed condoms and my favourite Black lace jock-strap.
ARRIVAL IN TENERIFE
After the flight was a little delayed, and a four and a half hour flight (Which included a lot of me checking the sexy twinks and other smooth looking femboys at the airport and on the plane itself) we arrived at the hotel. It's a small hotel, around 25 rooms all over looking an average sized swimming pool. As we were being shown around the receptionist pointed out some steps adjacent to the pool,
"Down here are showers, bathrooms and changing facilities, they are open all day and you're free to use them for the pool."
I immediately got excited. Not to sound like a pervert but I was instantly imagining peeking through a crack of a cubicle door and spying a hard bodied sun-cream lathered guy with soft skin, hard muscles and bulging speedos. I looked down and could feel myself getting hard, I must have been seriously day dreaming because the next thing I knew we were in the room and I heard the receptionist softly say,
"Gracias, enjoy your holiday".
I thought to myself, well if it's anything to do with what I was thinking of, I certainly will.
DAY TWO
After arriving at the hotel the night before and unpacking everything - I was careful to ensure that I waited to remove my 'special items' away from my wife's eyes and hide them under my side of the bed - We decided to laze around the pool and relax. Luckily the hotel wasn't the type of hotel where you have to 'reserve' sunbeds by waking up at 5am and sprinting outside with two towels. So after breakfast, we walked over to the pool and my wife asked where i'd like to go, I'm not much of a sun bather so I suggested somewhere with some shade, then I spotted two sunbeds near the stairs down to the changing rooms and toilets. I thought this would be ideal as I could maybe see if there are any frequent visits by anyone, and by anyone, I know exactly the type i'm looking for.
After a few hours. There wasn't really anybody peaking my interest, then, at around 12pm, I saw him. He looked in his early twenties, short, curly brown hair, olive skinned, cute face, clean shaven, muscular but no serious definition and legs shaved smooth. He definitely looked like he was from the Mediterranean, he wore a short sleeved linen shirt that was unbuttoned, with a pair of red speedos and black haivanas. Instantly my cock began twitching in my swimming shorts, I glanced to my right to make sure my wife hadn't clocked me, clocking him. She hadn't, she was fast asleep basking in the sun. I continued looking him up and down, I hate to stereotype people but he certainly had the gait of someone who enjoyed same sex relationships shall I say. He was confident, almost bouncing as he walked, but I was completely drawn to the bulge in those tight red speedos. Every step he took, the bulge pulsed slightly, I saw the outline of his flaccid penis, surrounded by his round balls.
He looked around and we caught eyes, one side of his mouth lifting towards his cheek, the smile was almost naughty. I smiled back, but trying to play it straight I did the head nod to pair with it. He continued strutting until he paused and laid down the bag he was carrying over his shoulder on to a sun bed. That's when I saw it, he turned 90 degrees and his beautiful pert bubble butt, like a homing beacon for my semi erect cock was there, staring at me from across the idyllic blue swimming pool. In that moment I wanted to dive right into the pool, swim across and dive right into him.
"Do you want a drink?" my wife uttered, like an almost literal pin bursting my homo-erotic bubble.
"Erm, yeah, sure, I'll get them. Water?" I mumbled, trying to remember where I was and who I was with.
"Yeah thanks" she replied.
I looked back across the pool and he was already gone. His towel was down but he was nowhere to be seen. I thought maybe he had gone to the changing rooms, I deliberated going down there to investigate but thought better of it. I was convinced that the time would literally come, but first I needed to get some drinks. I got up, slipped on my flip-flops and made my way to the bar, I rubbed my eyes to adjust to the shaded bar and as I unfurled my hand from across my eyes I saw it, that beautiful tight ass smothered in those crimson polyester swimming trunks. I followed the lower back up to his shoulders slowly, taking him all in and then I realised...he was looking right at me with his chin almost resting on his shoulder. I tried to play it cool with another smile and nod but he knew. He winked at me, and at the same time smiled and turned back to the bar, he collected his Fanta limon and walked towards me, he looked me up and down and as he was brushing by, raised his eyebrows with a smile.
I froze, my heart was beating out my chest. Was I flirting? With a man, whilst my wife is literally 20 metres away? Maybe I was being silly, but my heart couldn't slow down. 'God I need a drink' I thought.
After a few more hours of basically playing stare tennis with him, and watching him slather what looked like baby oil all over himself every 30 minutes. I decided to head down to the changing rooms, I needed a piss but to be honest, I wasn't sure I would just be having a wee because I was so horny I knew my cock needed some serious attention. I looked across to my wife who was involved in some serious book reading and I took my leave,
"Just going to the toilet" I muttered. She nodded.
I got to the top of the steps, with a stone archway across the entrance and some soft yellow lights directing the way and I took a deep breath. As I got the bottom I was slightly shocked by how small it was. In Front of me there was a pane of frosted glass and behind it, two urinals. Then to the right a cubicle with a 'MALE' figure on it, following the room round was four sinks and mirrors, then two cubicles with 'FEMALE' figures on them and finally, two shower cubicles. I tried the male cubicle but the door was locked. I really did need to pee so I ushered round to the urinal and took out my cock, as soon as I grabbed it I knew I had to release the tension. It's worth pointing out that my cock is a grower, not a shower, when flaccid it's around 3-4 inches but when erect, it more than doubles. As I removed it from my shorts, it was around 5 inches long and had definitely thickened. I began to pee and as I did I heard the cubicle toilet flushing and an older gentleman exit, he used the sink and made his way up the stairs.
"Oh sorry lad" I heard someone say at the top of the stairs, the voice sounded old and northern English, it must have been the man.
I thought nothing of it until I saw some black haivanas making their way down the stairs, attached to him...I was like a deer in the headlights, I had almost finished peeing but I could feel myself getting hard again. Whilst staring forwards, almost lasering the white tiles ahead of me, I smelt the faint scent of coconut oil along with jean paul gaultier cologne.
"Hey there..." he said, "...I'm Leo",
I couldn't believe it I thought, he was stood literally next to me, removing his cock from the speedos and he was about to pee. I realised I hadn't replied so I jumbled out,
"Oh Hi i'm Dan".
I looked forwards again, doing everything I could to resist looking down at his cock. Wrestling with the confusion of why he chose to piss next to me rather than use the empty cubicle. He had an accent, definitely spanish.
