Although essentially a true story, I'm a firm believer in safe sex with strangers and condoms were used although for the purpose of fantasy I have omitted this.
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I'd decided on the Canary Islands to get some winter sun and an all over tan- we'd been before- and I'd carefully chosen an apartment only 20 minutes walk from the beach, supposedly a gay beach but sadly lacking in much action or talent. However, we had really come for the sun on our bare bodies, anything else would just be a plus...
We arrived at the apartment complex I had found and paid for on the internet, about half an hour later than expected and I had sent a text to the owner from the airport to tell her we were on our way so we were surprised to be met by a guy, not too tall, smooth and very slim (which I guessed was due to exercise), about 40 with a shaved head- I assumed as he had probably started to go bald anyway. Sexy, I thought.
"My wife has had to go back to England" he explained, and proceeded to show us the facilities of the apartment whilst I checked him out from behind. My boyfriend just gave me an exasperated look. I said we already knew the area and he parted by saying to call him if we needed anything. Hmmmm, if only...
The next day in the afternoon, my boyfriend and I hit the beach for a couple of hours, we got perved by more pensioners than I cared to count, and as the heat started to drop, we headed back. I showered first, it felt great to wash away the sand and suncream, I was relaxed. And horny too so I really made sure I was clen enough to be licked all over. As Dave was in the bathroom, I put on my new jock strap. From the front it looked very much like tight underwear and to keep me in the pouch, I sported a cockring. I had bought one for Dave as well, except his had a fly so he could wear it all the time and get his cock out too. I opened the fridge, took out a chilled bottle of Cava we'd bought and the poppers I had brought along from the ice box. I put the poppers down at the side of the settee, along with the lube sachets I retrieved from the bedroom and began to pour 2 glasses. Dave was still in the shower, probably unaware of my plans and equally unaware of the jockstrap awaiting him. I was swelling just thinking of my plan when there was a knock at the door and it opened straight away, the guy whose wife owned the place just let himself straight in. I had turned to face the door so he couldn't see my bare and bronzed arse cheeks.
"Hi guys, just thought I'd check out how you're doing" he said. I was close to speechless, mainly through embarrassment and his lack of waiting for me to answer the door. Bare faced cheek, I thought. Bare arsed cheeks here, I laughed. So I just said we were great, not long back from the beach, and invited him to join us for a drink. He accepted and sat down as I remained facing him so I went and sat in the chair, knowing he still couldn't see I was wearing only the jock. Dave came out of the shower wearing the towel, got a drink and sat down on the other end of the settee joining us, again looking at me in bewilderment at my state of dress in the company of Marcus, who had by now told us his name. But not realising if he lifted one leg or the other, he was revealing more than the pair of us!
We chatted for half an hour, mainly about our various keep fit regimes which explained why we were all slim although Dave and I varied ours, he the gym and me the pool. And the 2 of us were smooth thanks to the help of a full body shave twice a week although the pair of us, to be fair, weren't that hairy naturally.
"Fancy another glass?" I asked Marcus. He said yes and, completely forgetting my attire, I rose from the chair to replenish our drinks.
