Reindling Lust

Bert and Alex are enjoying a fantastic sexcapade in the Cyclades, meeting all sorts of interesting people as they allow their relationship to flourish, deepen and mature.

This is the third installment of my series "Curiosity satisfied". It would be better to read the first two chapters before delving on this one.

Again, all characters are at or above 18 years of age. Again, English is not my first language. And again, please enjoy and leave your kind comments.

A VERY SHORT SUMMARY

The last few days were something else. Alex had fully embraced his new side as a bi-sexual guy and felt at ease both with a tight pussy wrapped around his prick or with a large cock plowing his insides. He hadn't felt more honest with himself, and he was coming to terms with the deep feelings that Bert aroused in him. Feelings not particularly related to sex, but to love.

He remembered the exhibitionist bout he and Bert had just on arrival and getting to meet Franco and Günther, the two young twinks that were their audience with a very public fuck. The memory of Bert and him sharing that wild moment with the double-headed dildo, sex in a paradisiac deserted beach, tag teaming Günther in a perverted threesome complete with a double anal penetration, meeting the naughty Thai girl and then double teaming her, the visit to the art gallery, the lewd foursome with Mike and the Scottish guy. Alex had done things he never even dreamed about. And it was thanks to the gorgeous twink he met.

Now we move on to the second half of this sexcapade.

AUGUST 7TH, MORNING

I returned to my custom of waking at the crack of dawn. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling sore all over. My ass was burning as well as my cock. It was obvious I was overworking both, but I had no intention to slow down. Six more days were left and who knew what else we could experience.

Yawning and stretching, I looked to my left. My gorgeous twink was next to me, laying between tangled sheets and breathing slowly. His soft snores were the cutest thing ever. Suddenly feeling my heart swell, I softly stepped out of the bed to avoid waking him up and went to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, I returned to the room and sat in a chair to contemplate Bert in his sleep.

I hadn't stopped to be concerned about this relationship and where it was going. I yearned to have a significant sharing with this luminous being and my mind seemed to refuse the idea of letting go. I had maybe 15 to 20 years left and the prospect of spending them in empty solitude, with occasional sex from my lady friends, and give up the joy of his laughter, the thrill of his hugs, the almost painful tingling of his kisses, the burning light of his mere presence, was not something I could bear to think. With moist eyes I finally realized something that I needed to put it in the open, at least for my mind: I loved this man. Deeply and unconditionally. I knew we were not meant to be together as most couples think, but I wanted to share my life to the extent that he allowed. At the same time, I knew I had to convince Bert to look after himself as well. With this confused state of mind, I decided to go to the living room and poured myself a large, neat shot of Scotch.

I returned to the room and sat again to contemplate the gorgeous person that had brought light back to my life. Unnoticed by me, the sun was slowly rising, and the sky was turning that marvelous shade of blue apparently unique to this part of the world.

Bert stirred a little, turned around and opened his gorgeous green eyes. He regaled me with his deep green gaze and murmured, "good morning, Alex. Penny for your thoughts?"

I answered, with complete sincerity, "good morning, my love."

Bert looked at me with mild surprise and came closer. Sitting in my lap, he wrapped his arms around my torso in a tight embrace and kissed me softly. I was surprised to feel his face was moist.

"I was desperate for you to finally say it openly, Alex," he murmured between soft sobs. "Good morning to you, my love."

"God help my soul, Bert," I said, "but I have never been surer of myself. Good morning, my love," I repeated and hugged him tightly with my face also moist.

We hugged and kissed for a long time, hands softly caressing and fingers lovingly wiping tears. We spent an inordinate amount of time just gazing in each other's eyes, kissing sweetly and caressing our faces. His cheeks were moist as tears streamed freely from those gorgeous green eyes, and his delicious smile was still parting his luscious lips. He released a funny sound, part sob, part gasp and part laughter as he returned to kissing me lovingly. I returned his kisses as my hands meandered aimlessly caressing his back and he twirled my body hair in his perfectly manicured fingers.

Our kisses slowly became hotter. Bert's nails were digging trenches in my back as his mouth ravaged mine with deep kisses. His cock had turned hard and was pressed against my big belly. My hands were grabbing his bottom, and he started to rock back and forth rubbing his perineum on my hard shaft.

Soon Bert rose a little and grabbing my dick, aimed it at his ass, sinking me deep in his bowels. He started to move my cock in and out as our mouths kept on kissing with wild abandon. For the first time we were not fucking. We were openly making love.

"Bless you, my love," said Bert. "I want this to last forever."

I sobbed, "Bert, Bert, let me try to be worthy of you," as we kept on making love.

"You are more than worthy, my dear," said Bert. "I am a lucky guy."

It was sweet, slow and tender. His buttocks filled my hands as I lifted and lowered him lovingly. His kisses were all over my face, my bald pate, my shoulders as his ass clenched me trying to keep me deep inside him. My hand went down to his organ and I grasped it tightly letting him fuck my hand. My mouth was planting kisses in every square inch of his skin I could reach.

Soon I felt the familiar tingling on my balls and knew this was approaching an end. His movements became faster, less coordinated as he panted, "Give it to me, my love. I want to make you cum."

"I'm all yours, sweetheart," I answered. "Take whatever you need."

"Make love to me, dad," he gasped. "I'm cumming!" and his muscles spasmed. His cock twitched in my hand and let go a large shot that mashed against my skin dribbling then over my hands to his balls. It felt like a medal being pinned in my chest. My engorged cock swelled, and I released my load deep in the bowels of this fantastic man that had become the owner of my heart.

Panting, we broke our physical connection, Bert's ass leaking my seed on my lower body. He grasped my face with both hands and looking at my eyes with his gorgeous green ones he said, "you just took the most important cherry I had, Alex," he murmured sweetly. "This is the first time ever that I make love with someone."

Tears were streaming down my face as I said, "this was priceless, my darling. I cannot thank you enough." I had always been a bit of a sentimental.

"You don't have to thank me, Alex. You earned it," he said.

We remained embraced for what seemed a long time until we finally stood up.

"We should go for breakfast, Bert." I proposed.

"Let's go, my love."

We dressed in our swimsuits interrupting the dressing with frequent kisses and hugs finally managing to leave the room. It was not even 8:00 am as we reached the restaurant. We walked, arms around waists, and sat at a secluded table after picking our breakfast. We ate silently, our meal frequently punctuated by loving glances and hand caressing. We shared our meal, feeding each other lovingly, until the breakfast was over. We put our trays in the designated area and sat in the veranda with two cups of coffee to watch the beach. We were holding hands and remaining silent, each content with each other's presence.

Soon we felt another presence next to us. It was Franco, greeting us. "Buon giorno, amici," as he sat next to us. "Am I interrupting something? You look enmeshed in each other."

"Don't worry, Franco," said Bert. "We just came to realize something important for us. Very important."

"Does that mean that the plan of gangbanging Günther is cancelled?" he asked. "He told me about it two nights ago and was very excited."

I looked at Bert who answered, "not at all, Franco. We're both looking forward to it."

"Great," said the Italian twink continuing, "because I have a very horny German guy waiting in my room. We just returned there after breakfast and he's literally climbing the walls. I already told my cousins and was looking for you two. Will you follow me?"

Without a word, we stood up and followed him to his room.

As we reached the door, we could hear loud moans and grunts and a bed protesting loudly. "Damn," said Franco. "Those four have started without me," and he opened the door ushering us in. The sight above the bed sent volumes of blood down to my cock and I became instantly hard. Günther was kneeling in the bed over one of Franco's cousins while another was behind him, both fucking him royally with their large, thick, cocks. The other cousin was in front of him as the German sucked on his organ desperately.

I looked at Bert, but he had already shed his briefs and was proudly showing his hard, shiny organ for all of us to see. As I got undressed, the man below Günther groaned and pushed deep, unloading his cum in the German's chute. The other one followed suit rapidly and released his load which leaked around the other cock, pooling over Franco's sheets.

When both guys pulled off, the German was laying his head on the bed and his hands were spreading his ass cheeks showing his hole gaping, pulsating and leaking cum. He was saying, "more, more, please."

The four Italians looked at us, silently allowing next turn. Bert approached the German twink and soon was buried to the cods in the dilated, wet ass. He started fucking roughly, smashing his lower abdomen against Günther's ass, grabbing his buttocks with his nails digging in the skinny but fleshy mounds. In the meantime, I was introduced by Franco to the other three.

"Alex, these here are my cousins," he said. "This is Giacomo. He's 26 years old. Next to him are Pietro and Leonardo, his 24-year-old twins." Then pointing to me, he said, "Guys, these here is Alex, 60, from Denmark. Fucking Günther is Bert. Bert is a 21-year-old latino. Bert and Alex are a couple. I mean,

the real thing

"

We shook hands around, as the absurdness of the situation struck me. Here we were, completely naked and hard, next to an 18-year-old boy getting fucked by a 21-year-old twink; and we were exchanging pleasantries as if we were in a cocktail party. I looked around silently smiling and gauging the four Italian guys.

Franco was the youngest. He had a light olive skin shining with some sweat. No hair spoiled his beautiful silhouette. His head was covered in a black mane of hair that reached the beginning of his neck. He was standing, arms crossed on his chest, and his large cock standing proudly, leaking some precum. Next to him was Giacomo, who had just fucked Günther. He was around 5.6 and about 170 pounds. His dark brown hair was mated and fell around his cherubic face in long twirls that reached below his chin. Black eyes stared at me like measuring me up and a lovely smile was parting his luscious, thick lips. Broad-shouldered, his arms were muscular but without exaggeration. His chest was covered by a slight rug of dark hair that continued to his flat belly and down to his groin, meeting his lush pubic hair. His cock was glistening with his cum, hanging at half-mast. It was large, around 8.5 inches but the girth was amazing. Even half hard, it was almost as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.

Next were Pietro and Leonardo, twins but obviously, not identical. Pietro was the taller of the group, about 5.8 and 190 pounds of muscle. His blond mane was wavy, unkempt and reached only below his ears. In his face, a pair of huge, marvelous blue eyes were fixed on mine. His unshaved face showed a dark shadow accentuating the lines of his chin. He also smiled charmingly. His bulging muscles spoke of hours spent pumping iron. His cock, rising from a blond mat of unkempt hair, was longer than Giacomo's, about 9.5 inches, but less girthy. It was gloriously erect, pointing to the roof and waiting eagerly it's turn on Günther's chute.

Leonardo, on the other hand, was the smallest. He was the other one giving Günther an anal DP. He was about 5.3 and 175 pounds. He had dark brown hair that he was holding in a ponytail. His almond-eyes had a sweet expression and were lingering on my face, occasionally drifting to my hairy body. He wasn't as muscular as the other two, but there was not an ounce of excess fat in his lithe body. He was completely hairless, with shiny olive skin and a shiny piercing adorning his bellybutton. From his hairless groin a robust weapon was standing half erect, red head uncovered and shiny with cum. It looked rather large for his small frame, but the length wasn't what amazed me. It was its girth, rivaling with Giacomo's prodigious organ.

We sat on the sofa while Leonardo brought some beers and settled to watch the show. Not that much was left because as we settled, Bert buried his cock deep on Günther's unloading a second load deep in the German guy. The eurotwink was trembling, muscles clenching and ass gaping and leaking as Bert unsheathed and came to sat with us.

"Would you do the honors, Alex?" said Giacomo. "I'm curious to see you in action."

"Thank you, Giacomo," I said as I stood up and followed my cock to the bed.

Günther was there moaning "more, more. Please I need more," and holding his buttocks apart. I aimed my cock to his ass. It was gaping lewdly, leaking profusely. Seeing it invitingly open, I buried myself to the cods which brought a grunt from Günther's throat. As I reached bottom, I grabbed his skinny waist and started to fuck with vigor. His ass immediately tightened around my weapon, disregarding the abuse he had had so far, and he was expertly clenching his sphincter providing an insane amount of friction. His tunnel was slick with cum, cum was spurting around my cock and cum was dribbling down his balls. The room had started to smell like a cheap brothel, with a combination of raw cum aroma and the mixed smells of our sweaty bodies. I grabbed Günther's hips and continued fucking.

The German twink was humping me in return. After two recent fucks that we knew about, he didn't seem to be done yet. He was grunting and spewing nonsensical German words as his sphincter clenched around my meat with insane, hot friction. I was well on my way to cumming and, being this a gang bang, I felt I didn't need to hold up. Thinking lewd things, I soon reached my peak and deposited another large load in the young, abused and drenched ass, the third load of the day for him.

As soon as I dismounted, Leonardo took my place. Saying "Brace for fucking, Günther," he rammed his ass with his thick weapon. Günther's eyes rolled back as he pressed his buttocks against Leonardo, and both began to move in unison.

"Isn't he going to cum?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't know how it works, Alex," said Franco pointing at Günther. "When he is being gangbanged like this, he doesn't even get hard, but according to him, there is a constant stream of high intensity pleasure. Is like the thrill of a very prolonged orgasm, he told me. I won't lie, Alex; I would like to try something like that if I weren't such a wimp," he said with a laugh.

"No matter how they say it feels," said Bert, "you'll never find me in the receiving end of one wild session as this." And then he added, "besides, I have to think of my love here, what would he think of me being such a slut?" he said in mocked horror.

We all laughed but then Pietro turned serious and asked, "I heard the rumor mill saying that you two are the real thing. Is it true?"

"What do you mean by

the real thingh

Pietro?" I asked.

"You know, real couple, real sentiments, love and care and whatnot, all the bells and whistles," he answered.

"Yep, Pietro," said Bert. "The rumors are right. Alex is bi and lives in another country. I'm gay. We live our lives on our own, but we can't stay apart from each other for too long, so we travel and meet frequently."

"I don't know if I could manage my routine not knowing he's just a phone call or an SMS away," I said looking at him with unashamedly adoring eyes. Bert leant toward me and gave me a soft peck in my lips.

The three guys were surprised by the tenderness of our moment and Franco wolf whistled. "This is so hot," he purred. "Here we are, gang banging Günther, fucking the shit out of him and this two are a real couple sharing this with us."

"It's so humbling seeing you two, guys," said Pietro. "I wish I could find something as incredible as what you seem to have."

At this moment Leonardo sat next to us panting. "That tight ass is out of this world," he said. "Message from Günther. Only two words: "who's next?"

"Meeeeee" said Giacomo. He was already full hard, his cock clearly above the 9-inch-mark but it was the girth what astonished me. That thing was thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle. It was so thick that I said immediately, "this I have to see," moving closer to the bed.

Giacomo was already aiming his weapon at Günther's gaping ass and began to push in. Franco was next to him protesting, "not fair, Giaco," pouted Franco. "You already fucked him once."

"Seniority privileges, kid," said Giacomo laughing and plunging his cock in Günther's ass. The German once again rolled his eyes to the back and began to fuck himself in Giacomo's wide rod.

"Isn't his a tight ass, Alex?" Giacomo asked.

"It is indeed, Giaco," I answered. "I had sampled it before today, as you know."

I was watching as Giacomo's pole began to ravage Günther's butthole. His sphincter was grotesquely dilated as the Italian plunged deeply in the overexerted ass. Günther's prick was limp but he was releasing immense amounts of precum, so I laid myself below him in a 69, and took him in my mouth. My legs were parted and that gave Franco an idea on how to vent his frustration.

The young Italian kneeled between my legs and asked me, "may I?" as his cock aimed at my exposed ass. "Go ahead," I answered, opening my legs further. Franco took my agreement to heart and pushed his weapon in my ass in a single movement, burying himself deeply and immediately beginning a rough fuck. He's girth pressed deliciously on my overstimulated prostate and made me leak precum right away. I was hard again and Günther put his head down and returned the favor I was giving him.

I found sucking a limp cock as arousing as sucking a hard one, or maybe it was the glorious fuck I was getting from the Italian twink. Günther's copious release of precum felt almost as a load of cum although the flavor was less intense. It didn't detract for it being extremely exciting, the tartness of it, the manly smell of musk and the abundant sweat that he was dripping from his body and in rivulets down his limp organ were firing my lust to new levels. As Giacomo continued to destroy Günther's ass with his prodigiously thick cock, I felt my innards deliciously filled by Franco's hard and young prick.

Franco's movement began to feel less coordinated, and I hear a whisper in my ear.

"He's about to lose it, daddy," whispered Bert in my ear. "Make him cum so I get a second shot at Günther."

Barely nodding, I began to clench my sphincter rhythmically around the deliciously long pole invading my innards and Franco couldn't resist it. With a deep grunt, he buried himself to the cods and released a fantastic hot and sticky load in my ass, leaking a little around his magnificent weapon. Just as Franco was flooding my ass, Günther's swallowed my hardon and the sensation of his throat muscles clenching on my dick did it for me. Rising my hips to reach deeper in the German's twink's mouth, I released my load deep in his throat in long, delicious spurts. Günther swallowed it all, moaning while Bert went to rim my gaping ass and left me clean, swallowing all the cum that was leaking. As if this wasn't enough, he then proceeded to take Franco in his mouth and licked him clean as well.