As we strode out to pool side Little Joe, like a man on a mission, clapped his hands together rapidly and said “Okay lads. Here we go,” like he was leading his team out in a cup final. No sooner had he said this when Big Joe leaned into him and gently eased him off the pool side and into the pool which Little Joe entered with a splash bigger than I thought the laws of physics would allow. His baseball cap floated away, his sunglasses sank and his shorts inflated like a hovercraft. A group of girls nearby immediately began giggling. Little Joe simply bowed and duck dived to retrieve his designer shades. We fixed on our bright yellow, ‘all inclusive’ wristbands, handed our membership cards to the handsome Spaniard in the grass roofed poolside hut, took our beach towels from him and set up our pool camp.
Little Joe caught up with us just in time for us to send him to the bar to get the first round of holiday drinks on the grounds that it was a swim up bar and he was already wet. In fact he was reminded that it was remiss of him to emerge from the pool without the drinks in the first place. To make up for it LJ returned with a double round. Six bottles of lager and six shots.
And with that we were up and running. We settled in on our sun loungers and arranged our essential gear. Towels, shades, tables, i-Pods, books, sun tan lotion and bottled water. We gazed around the pool, nudging each other as we spotted girl after sexy girl. Every single girl and woman in and around the pool was topless. Every size, shape, colour and weight of breast and nipple was on display in the most un-selfconscious way which made the scene even sexier. Every colour of the rainbow and every style of swim suit bottom was represented. There were boy shorts, high leg bikini briefs, string tied bikini briefs, mini bikini briefs and a couple of micro bikini briefs. Then Diego spotted two girls wearing thongs. We decided they were probably Germans or maybe Swedes. And then I spotted two more thongs at the other end of the pool. This was paradise indeed. The guys all looked quite buff too. But I did notice one thing.
“Hey John. Notice anything about the guys around the pool,” I shouted over.
“What? Why would I be looking at the guys when all this womanhood is around,” he replied a bit too quickly and with a bit too much machismo, I thought.
“Well have a look. What don’t you see?” I pressed him.
The rest of the lads were looking too, puzzled expressions on their faces. John looked at me like I was mad and shook his head from side to side. “What?” he demanded. “What the fuck are you on about?”.
“No Speedos mate. Not a single pair of Speedos you sad sack”, I announced laughing out loud. BJ, LJ, Diego and Robbie snapped their heads round to John so fast I was sure they suffer whiplash. Diego was right onto it.
“Tell me you haven’t brought Speedos with you. Please God tell me you haven’t.”
John turned bright red and pleaded, “The ladies love ’em. Trust me.” With whoops of jeering laughter we jumped on him picked him by the arms and legs and swung him into the pool. A big cheer went up from our fellow holidaymakers. As soon as he surfaced we sent him off to the bar for another round. The drinking, the banter and the boyish high jinks carried on until about five o’clock. In that time a few ‘Hello’s’ and admiring glances, smiles and winks were exchanged between us and various young ladies as we began to settle in.
We agreed to meet in the bar at nine o’clock, grab something to eat and head out into the town around eleven. That done we all made our way back to our rooms. I was feeling a little light headed. The lack of food, the alcohol and the sun were obviously affecting me.
As the door closed behind us John was already stripping off and heading to the wet room.
“Fancy a hot tub Georgie?” he called over his shoulder.
“Sounds good mate,” I replied as I dropped my shorts. As I did I had something of an alcohol induced epiphany. I thought to myself that if John thought I was a slut I would act like one. I would be his slut. Unfinished business he said. “Well,” I thought, “Let’s finish it.” I went into his room and lay on his bed completely naked. I spread my legs, stroked my cock to full hardness and waited. After a couple of minutes John walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks. His lips parted in a big smile as he muttered,
“You are one fucking slut Georgie.”
“I’m your fucking slut John,” I replied somewhat shyly as I noticed Johns lovely cock twitch in anticipation.
John walked quickly and directly to the bed and lay down directly on top of me. He began to rub his hardening cock against my raging boner as he kissed me full on the lips. It was very different to kissing a girl. It was rougher. There was much clashing of teeth and many nasal collisions. I felt as if John was literally trying to eat my face. Our tongues writhed and rolled and rollicked together in each other’s mouths. John bit down on my lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth. He kissed around my neck and forced his tongue into my ear. This set me off bucking my body, trying to achieve as much skin on skin contact with my frantic, animal of a lover. I wanted to feel as much of his body against mine as I could in an attempt to short circuit the erotic electrical charges that were flashing throughout my body into his. I wanted him to feel the excitement he had triggered in me. The excitement that seemed to turn my entire being into one, uninterrupted erogenous zone.
John broke away from my face and went directly to my nipples. There was no finesse. He sucked them far into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my erect buds. And then he bit them and stretched them with his teeth and I experienced for the first time that exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. I was gasping at this point. In between gasps I could hear my own voice from far, far away pleading, “Fuck me John. I want you to fuck me John. Fuck me now John. I want it John. I want your cock John.”
John groaned into my chest and then looked directly into my pleasure glazed eyes as he said, “You have to earn it my little slut. You need to suck my cock. I need to fuck your face.” I crawled out from beneath him and engulfed Johns cock head with my mouth. He pulled me away and said, “Not here. Come with me.” He took me to the wet room where the hot tub was full and bubbling away. John told me to get in. He got in behind me and pressed his cock up against my bottom while he reached around and played with my nipples. I threw my head back and exposed my neck to him. Once more he tongued my ear which started my involuntary gyrations again as I forced my bottom back against his cock as hard as I could. John turned me around, kissed me once more and stood up out of the water. This brought his bouncing dick into line with my mouth. My mouth that was open as wide as it would go, my tongue out over my bottom lip. I looked up into Johns eyes as he thrust forward and rammed his cock truly and surely into my mouth. He grabbed my face in both hands and began to fuck my mouth with an unsophisticated urgency making me gag and choke. After several thrusts saliva was running down my chin, down Johns cock and onto his balls. My jaw ached and my eyes were watering. And I loved it. I was a slut and I was behaving like one. I gazed up at John taking in his hot body, the droplets of water hanging off his nipples and the rivulets of hot tub water mingling with sweat as is ran down his pecs and over his abs to mingle with my saliva at the base of his cock.