We were holidaying in New Zealand. Wanting to learn as much about the country as possible, my mate John and I decided to do a week tour and booked with a small company. Unfortunately most of the people were elderly so there were no wild parties like we’d hoped for.
One evening, having the night to ourselves, John and I decided to take a stroll along the water’s edge, smoke a joint without having a lecture from some of the oldies.
We were just heading inland, back to the hotel when we came across a clearing surrounded by bushes. Voices whispered. Intrigued we snuck forward wanting to see what was going on. It was the tour guide Jeff with some chick. He had his cock out and she was sucking it like crazy. He was so big she could only fit half in her mouth.
Watching the two of them was really turning me on. I peered over at John and saw he was rubbing his cock absently. I focused back on the couple, observing the woman’s mouth as it slipped over his enormous knob still trying to swallow his shaft. The more I stared the more I realised that I wanted to suck him off too, suck him into my mouth to feel his bulging veins against my lips, run my tongue along his shaft and see if I could devour him further than she could.
The idea of it shocked me. I wasn’t gay so wondered where these thoughts were coming from. I gulped, tried to push the image away and focus on the chick instead, but my eyes kept going back to him. The way he pushed his pelvis forward had me thinking about his arse, how tight his cheeks would be in that stance. I visualised him naked with me on my knees sucking greedily – the image so erotic it had my cock throbbing.
She was sucking louder, gagging and slurping over his shaft. She tried to pull away but he held her head, demanding she continue. My hand stole down inside my board shorts to my own cock. It slipped over the knob which was oozing with precome. I peered over at John and saw him staring at me. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking but then hoped not; what would he think?
‘Oh yeah,’ we heard Jeff moan. ‘That’s great, baby. Now how about you get your gear off?’
She rose giggling. Sounded like she was a bit drunk. John and I eased back into the shadows watching her peel off her clothes. Man she had a great body. In the moonlight she looked like a goddess, her body sculpted, her hair cascading down over her back as she pranced about, keeping Jeff at bay as he lunged for her.
‘Now you?’ she purred.
He quickly stripped off while she stood back and watched.
‘Here, lay on my shirt,’ he said spreading it on the ground.
She did, legs splayed open while his eyes raked over her.
‘You’re a horny bitch, aren’t you?’
‘If you say so,’ she giggled.
‘You want me to fuck you?’
‘What do you think?’ Her legs were opening and closing, teasing him.
He fell to his knees between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around his back. We had a great view of his arse as his muscles clenched and contracted while he pumped her rhythmically.
John now had his own cock out of his shorts and in his hand stroking it lovingly. I had trouble tearing my eyes away from it and, when I stared back at Jeff’s bare arse, the only thing I could think of was fucking it and – to make matters worse – he got the girl to get up on all fours and began fucking her doggy style.
‘Oh fuck,’ Jeff said. ‘That’s great. Ever had it up the arse?’
‘No,’ she whimpered. ‘And there’s no way that monster would ever fit anyway.’
‘Want to give it a try?’ he coaxed.
‘No,’ she said, pushing back into him.
‘I’d love to fuck her up the arse,’ John mouthed to me.
I nodded.
‘I won’t hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about?’
‘How can you be so sure?’
‘I’m a tour guide. We know these things.’
‘Yeah, right,’ but I could hear the misgivings beginning to fall away.
‘Come on, I promise I won’t hurt you,’ he said.
She paused for a moment, clearly thinking. ‘You sure? To be honest I’ve always wanted to try but never been game.’
‘Lean up against that tree,’ he said.
He pulled her back by the hips towards him so her arse was pointing upwards, then he fell to his knees and opened her cheeks. We couldn’t see her puckered hole but watched as he licked at it, slurping, slathering her with his saliva.
‘Fuck,’ John mouthed, his cock rock hard in his hand.
‘Easy now, baby,’ Jeff said. ‘Just relax.’
He was probing her with his knob, gently so as not to hurt her. She was peering back at him over her shoulder.
‘Promise you won’t hurt me,’ she said.
‘Does that hurt?’
‘No.’
‘Good, I’ve just got the knob in. Now relax and I’ll ease it in further.’
Out of the corner of my eye I watched John. His mouth was slack, his eyes wide. Jeff grabbed hold of the girl’s hips with both hands and pushed in further. She held onto the tree, wiggled her hips back at him and widened her stance.
‘Oh, yeah ...’ she moaned.
‘You like it?’
‘Oh God, yes. I never thought it would fit. It feels fantastic.’
‘It’s not all the way in, baby. You want me to keep going?’
‘Yes – please. I love it!’
I imagined my cock sinking into her arse. I’d never fucked anyone up the arse – always wanted to but never had a willing partner; maybe I could find out who she was and see if she’d allow me to as well, or maybe I could find myself a guy, slam it into him ... but there I was again, thinking about fucking a guy.
‘Oh, yeah, harder,’ she cried. ‘Harder.’
My balls tightened. I needed to fuck someone too. A look passed between John and I as we watched each other while pumping our own cocks. Again I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking.
And then, without a pause, I thought what the hell and fell to the ground at his feet. I pulled down his shorts and lunged for his cock. Grabbing at it with both hands I marvelled at the size of it. Tentatively I licked at it, once, then twice, my lips sliding easily over the tip and down the shaft. Nothing in my whole life ever felt as good.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he hissed.
‘Oh, God, sorry,’ I mumbled. ‘Don’t know what came over me.’
‘Who’s there?’ Jeff asked.
We scrambled out of there and hurried back to the hotel. In our room neither of us spoke for a while, then John broke the silence.
‘You know I think we should forget what happened out there.’
‘Sure,’ I said.
‘I believe you when you said you didn’t know what you were doing.’
‘Good.’
‘So we won’t mention it again, all right?’
‘Fine by me.’
I was still embarrassed. How could I have got the wrong message? The way John had been handling himself and staring at me I was sure he was into some sort of experimentation. And to be honest he didn’t push me away immediately – he did allow me to lick it before taking it into my mouth, but it wasn’t until the next morning while I was in the bathroom that I knew he really was interested.
I’d shut the door while showering but noticed in the mirror that John had opened it and was peering through the crack at me. I pretended not to know but I put on a good show, allowing the suds to slip and slide over me as I soaped myself.
I even dropped the soap and almost laughed to myself as I bent over and stayed that way a fraction longer than necessary, knowing he’d have a good eyeful of my arse. I know he’s not gay either, but you know sometimes a little bit of experimentation can add some excitement to an otherwise boring holiday and I thought I’d go for it, push this to the next level. Turning off the taps, I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into the bedroom which we were sharing.
Removing the towel, I dried off my hair, making a show of shaking my cock as I did. I paraded around, acting as though I was searching for my underwear, the whole time I was so aware of his eyes on me and my cock began to grow under his scrutiny. I pretended not to notice.
The next thing I knew he was on his knees lunging for my cock. He sucked the knob into his mouth and I heard the intake of his breath. He slathered saliva over my shaft, licking it lovingly.
My eyes closed momentarily. I felt myself swoon and then, as he sucked me deep into the recesses of his mouth, my hands instinctively went to his head. I grabbed his hair and began to fuck his mouth rhythmically.
Oh God, I’ve never felt anything so fucking great in my life. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, which was true, but the feel of his mouth, his jaw sucking me hard, his tongue strong and knowing as only another man could.
My other hand now caressed his back, my fingers running lightly down towards the crack of his arse. He moved back, dropping my cock from his mouth; his eyes were glazed with lust.
‘Get on all fours,’ I whispered and he obliged.
It was a dreamlike experience – one I’ll never forget – as I knelt in behind him, opening his cheeks to run a finger over the crack of his arse. I lowered my head, pooling saliva onto my fingers as I slathered up his hole.
Then with my cock gripped firmly in my hand I began to inch it in. Nothing in this world has ever felt so good. John pushed back and I eased in further. A deep breath from him and another push from me and I was in to the hilt.
I began to push in and out and his soft moans of pleasure heightened my own excitement, but then a rustling at the window had us both freeze. I dared to look around and there was Jeff watching us openly.
‘What the fuck?’ I managed.
‘Hey, don’t let me stop you,’ he said climbing the rest of the way in.
My cock was still up John’s arse as Jeff made his way over. He opened his zip and, the next thing I knew, he had his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, hungry for the feel of his hardness as I pushed my own cock in and out of John.
‘Oh yeah, man,’ he breathed excitedly. ‘I was wondering how long it would take you guys to realise you were missing out.’
‘What?’ John said, peering back over his shoulder at us.
‘You two? I saw you creep up on me last night and knew if you didn’t try and join in or make some sort of contact with me that you might be into this. Plus it’s been a long time since I’ve had a couple of guys to share an evening with.’
It was all too much for me to comprehend. I’d gone from one situation to another. I didn’t care what he thought or knew. I was only interested in one thing and that was getting my rocks off.
It took me no time at all to come, the experience was so exhilarating, and when Jeff took over from where I left off, I lay back on the bed to watch. To say we had a night to remember would be an understatement.
John and I have an agreement that we’ll never mention it to anyone and to be honest I’ve not been out with anyone else since. I’m waiting for him to realise that we’re meant to be together and, in my mind, I’m reliving that experience until he comes to understand that that tour guide knew more about us than we ever had.