I headed back up to my room feeling slightly confused and grabbed my laptop. I started researching the hotel and that’s when my jaw hit the floor. In big letters across the top of a recent review on Trip Advisor, ‘THE HOTTEST GAY HOTEL IN GRAN CANARIA’. I slammed the laptop screen shut, as my heart started to pound through my chest. What on earth had I gotten myself into? Whilst I digested the news I’d seen, I decided to stay in my room for the rest of the day, only heading down for something to eat before quickly heading back upstairs. I struggled to sleep that night and started looking at alternative hotels, but had no luck. Well, no luck with the budget I had.
The next morning, I made my way down for breakfast again. Today, I had my shorts on again but this time I was wearing a football shirt, I was a massive Leeds fan. I was sat peacefully eating my breakfast when I could see someone walking towards me. The young guy walking towards me, had ginger hair and beard, and was dressed in a vest and swim shorts.
‘A fellow football fan,’ he said with a very noticeable Irish accent. ‘Do you mind if I sit down?’
‘Go ahead,’ I said trying to seem unfriendly.
‘Paddy,’ he reached his hand out. ‘Nice to meet ya.’
Classic, an Irish boy named Paddy. ‘James,’ I shook his hand and went back to my food. He was slightly pink in the face, probably from the sunburn. But you could see he looked after himself. He wasn’t very tall, but you could just see that he probably had a decent set of abs underneath his vest.
‘You just arrived?’ He asked me, clearly intent on not letting me enjoy my breakfast in peace.
‘A couple of days ago,’ I said, keeping it short and sweet.
‘What do you think of the hotel?’ He smiled at me.
‘Let’s just say it isn’t what I thought it was,’ I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
‘What do you mean?’ He seemed genuinely confused.
‘I didn’t know it was a gay hotel,’ I said to him, and he started laughing. And for the first time in a couple of days, I laughed at my own misfortune.
‘Holy shit,’ he said when he’d finally stopped laughing. ‘So, you’re not gay?’
‘No,’ I said laughing at myself. ‘Well, who knows, I’m here for 5 nights. I can’t stay in my room all week.’
‘That’s hilarious, you know its Pride month as well. This place will be rammed.’ Paddy continued. ‘You’ve got another 4 days to get through, you’re not going to survive.’
By now, I’d finished my breakfast and was getting up to head back to my room. Paddy told me that he’d be around the pool this afternoon if I wanted to join him. I told him I’d think about it before I made my way back upstairs. On my way back up the stairs, a couple of guys walked past me, wearing nothing but a pair of speedos and they smiled at me as they passed. A few hours later, I was starting to feel bored. I looked out over the balcony and saw Paddy laying around the pool. I decided I couldn’t hide away for another 5 days and knew I’d have to go outside at some point. I headed into the bathroom and started to apply some sun cream to myself.
Looking in the mirror, I always thought I was an average looking guy. I was just over 6ft tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and a bit of a stubble seen as though I couldn’t really grow a beard. I was average build, not overweight because I spent just enough time in the gym to prevent myself getting overweight. I wasn’t particularly hairy either, being blonde meant most of my body hair was a light colour, which sometimes made it looked like I shaved. Heather used to try and wind me up by saying that I had a bubble butt, and she spent a lot of time playfully slapping it. Once I was ready, I grabbed my towel and headed down to the pool. I walked over to where Paddy was, ‘is this bed taken?’
‘Good to see ya,’ he laughed when he saw me. ‘Take a seat.’
I laid my towel down on the sun lounger and got myself comfortable. Most of the guys around the pool were all wearing skimpy swimsuits, including Paddy who was wearing a pair of speedos. It made me feel slightly overdressed. Me and Paddy laid and chatted for a while, it was still early in the afternoon, but drinks were flowing around the pool. Then, some of the couples started to get a bit more comfortable with each other, they started climbing on top of each other and grinding against each other.
Paddy caught me looking, ‘it gets a lot wilder than this later, trust me.’ I loved his accent, there was just something about an Irish accent, I could listen to them all day.
‘Seriously?’ I asked, shocked that people were this open in public.
‘Oh yeah, stick around long enough and you might see a live sex show,’ he smiled at me.
Eventually I managed to relax enough that I laid back and closed my eyes, ignoring what was going on around me. I heard a few whistles and cheers but resisted the temptation to look at what was going on. The only thing that caught my attention was when someone stood in front of my bed, blocking the sun, and making me look up to see what was happening.
‘Hola Paddy, who’s your friend?’ I looked up and this guy was smiling at me, just standing there in a pair of speedos. His black hair was slicked back with water and droplets were slowly making their way down his tanned body (which he clearly spent a lot of time in the gym working on), dripping onto the floor next to my sun lounger. He looked like he may be in his mid-30s. As I sat up, my eyes were level with his hips, and you couldn’t miss the bulge of his cock in the speedos. I quickly looked away.
‘Alvaro, this is James. James, this is Alvaro, he’s a regular here,’ Paddy introduced us, and Alvaro held out his hand for me to shake. ‘In fact, I’ve got a spa treatment booked, so you can get to know each other if you want,’ Paddy smiled at me, and I gave him a dirty look as he collected his things and said his goodbyes.
Alvaro smiled, pushed his sun lounger so he was right next to mine and sat down. ‘Ah, so you’re the straight boy, are you? He laughed and explained how word had gotten round quickly that a straight guy had ended up at the hotel. I re-arranged my sun lounger, so I was sat up right. He asked me was about my situation, so I was open and honest with him. I told him about everything that had gone with my fiancé and how I ended up on this holiday. At one point he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze when I told him she’d been cheating on me.
‘So, do you think you’ll go home straight?’ He laughed, and patted my thigh again.
‘Well, I’ve made it through nearly two days already, only another four or five to go,’ I laughed back at him.
‘Oh, would you look at that,’ Alvaro’s attention had gone elsewhere around the pool, and he was pointing something out to me.
Just around the pool, probably about 20 metres away, there was a young guy, who looked like he was in his early 20s, he was on his knees in between a much older man’s legs. I say much older, he may have been in his 40s. The younger guy was rubbing the crotch of the older one through the material of his swimwear. Then they looked at each other, and he pulled his swimwear down and out popped his hard cock. The younger guy then dived headfirst onto his cock and started to suck.