The girls had gone into town to do some shopping leaving me and Bob to kill a few hours by the pool. We had only been on holiday for two days and although I'd never met him before this trip, we got on really well. Both our girls had known each other for years but Bob was the new man in Suzie's life and he seemed to have a lot in common with Kim and myself.
I'm Chris, incidentally and there's nothing very special about me. Average build, average looks, average cock ... in fact pretty average all round. The only unusual thing about me I suppose is that I am blonde.
We had hired a secluded luxurious farmhouse hidden deep in the French countryside to chill out for a month after Suzie, Kim and I finished University and Bob had been invited along to make up the foursome. There wasn't much to do except eat, drink, relax in the pool .....and have sex.
The morning passed quietly sun-bathing, reading and cooling off in the pool. At one stage I was lying face-down soaking up the rays when Bob pulled himself out of the water and sat down on one of the poolside mattresses next to mine to dry himself. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze. Bliss! We were both chatting about the girls when Bob suddenly changed the topic.
"Why are we bothering with swimming costumes in a place like this?" he asked. "We're miles from anywhere. There's nobody around and, I don't know about you, but I fancy getting an all-over tan."
Now I may have been around a bit but I have never felt any great desire to get an all over tan and even less desire to lay naked next to another guy. I must have had a shocked look on my face as he went on,
"What's wrong with that?" he asked, almost hurt that I wasn't enthusiastic. He said that, like me, he had never fancied the idea of going naked in company but had once been persuaded to go on a naturist holiday and that had completely changed his attitude.
"Believe me it feels great to be in the outdoors and totally naked. You haven't lived until you've felt the breeze blowing round your bits?" he joked.
I turned round to give him a quizzical look, which for some reason turned into a smile.
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," he said. "Mind if I take these things off anyway?" and without waiting for an answer he stood up and pulled his swimming shorts down to his ankles, kicking them away to the poolside.
I was still staring at him almost in disbelief and my eyes were automatically drawn to his cock, which was another good reason for not dropping my shorts. I wasn't keen for him to make comparisons and his cock seemed much longer than mine, or perhaps he was just getting excited by all this!
He sat down on the mattress again and started rubbing on some sun cream, working it gently onto his hairless chest and caressing himself as he did so. I wanted to turn away but couldn't stop myself watching as he gently smoothed the cream onto his body, up and down his arms and legs and thighs. He was making such a performance of it that I couldn't help thinking he was deliberately doing this for my benefit.
I couldn't turn away now as, for some strange reason, I was fascinated to know if he'd use the cream on that cock and I guess he knew exactly what I was thinking as he caught my eye and smiled wickedly. He poured another gob of cream onto the shaved area where his pubes once were. He must spend hours shaving every single hair away from his tackle. I knew that both the girls had shaven pussies which made me the only one of the four with every pubic hair intact. I made a mental note to do something about that later!
Very slowly Bob started massaging all around his cock and balls, using his other hand to stroke his shaft and caress his balls. It seemed to go on for ages and I could see that his cock was responding to the treatment. Much to my surprise, so was mine!
He caught my eye as he continued the gentle caress and he smiled, knowingly.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked.
Once again I said nothing but smiled nervously back at him and turned away.
'Hey, you need some of this cream on your back or you'll roast," and, without waiting for a response he came to sit on my mattress and started to run cream into my shoulders and neck.
"Wait a min......" I started but somehow couldn't come out with the words. I, a fully qualified heterosexual, should have pushed him away but something inside me wanted him to carry on.
"What were you going to say?"
"Oh, er, .....nothing," I said, and he continued to rub the cream into the upper part of my back. But this wasn't a simple slapping on of sun cream. This was a massage, and a very sensual one at that. Kim had given me massages before but, hell, this guy was better!
My arms were by my side and my hand was just touching the coolness of his naked buttock. I was trying desperately not to move it or give him any indication of just how much I was enjoying this new experience. I can't deny that I've imagined being with another guy. Kim and I had even talked about the possibility of a threesome, but I guess I'd always been a bit too scared to follow-up the idea.
Having worked his hands half way down my back he picked up my right arm and started massaging more cream into that from the top down pressing every muscle until he ended up working on each of my fingers in turn. And when he was finished he replaced my arm so that my hand was now resting on the very top of his leg, inches away from his cock.
As I was wondering what the hell to do next with my hand, he went back to working on my back gradually getting lower and lower until he reached the top of my swimming shorts. Slowly he worked his fingers under the top few inches of the trunks and, as he did so, I could feel he was forcing the top of the trunks lower and lower onto my arse. God, I was enjoying this.
Bob got up now to move round to my other side and, as he sat down he pulled my trunks down so the elastic top was just under my arse, exposing my buttocks to the air. And still I didn't object!
Now he began working on my left arm and when he'd finished with that he replaced it so that my hand was that much nearer his cock. There was nothing accidental about that. I only had to twitch a finger to touch it. He began working on my newly exposed arse, every now and again gently pushing my buttocks apart and running his hands down the crack, and I could feel the cool air on my hole.
My whole body tingled and my hand suddenly seemed to develop a mind of its own as it shifted to lay on top of his cock, with my fingers gently feeling it's length. What was I doing here?!
When he ran a finger round the rim of bumhole I couldn't stop myself grabbing his cock more firmly. And when his finger began probing its way into my hole I knew I was hooked. I was almost wanking another man!
"Hell Bob. What are you doing? What am I doing?"
"Well I guess you're enjoying yourself," he said.
