On Tour - Chapter 4

On Tour Chapter 4 The Bareback Sex Short Story

Going Greek

Hello again. I hope you enjoyed hearing about my Amsterdam adventures. They were my first foray into fun, reckless vacation sex. Of course, once I found out how much fun it can be to sample local talent around the world, I had to take another trip.

This series of adventures starts out about a year later when I decided to take two weeks in Athens and on the Greek Islands. I was soon to find out that there is a very good reason they call anal sex "going Greek."

Greece, as I was about to discover, is an odd place.

The men are very butch and masculine - but there is also an acceptance of male homosexuality that is far greater than you find elsewhere. This is a land where the tops are serious about being men and making you their bitch.

I was in for a good time.

Flying into Athens I was full of anticipation. This was pre 9/11 when security did not inspect your bags in public so I was able to bring along a nice selection of my personal sex toys and lubes.

While I had the money to be able to afford a nice hotel, I wanted the chance to get out and meet people so I decided to check into a hostel instead and mingle with the backpackers and other travelers who could be found there.

I found the place after taking a brief walking tour of the city. The Acropolis was beautiful and everywhere I looked there were yummy hairy alpha males for me to pop a chubby over.

Several times as I walked down the streets I had to adjust my pants so that my hard cock was not too visible to strangers.

I understood that most people came here to see the ruins - but big strong men were the sights that my dirty little mind was really interested in.

After a while I decided to stop checking the men out.

They were so hot that I was worried that if I kept it up I would leak so much pre-cum onto the front of my pants that checking into my lodgings would be an embarrassing experience.

As it was it was difficult not to simply walk into an alley and beat myself off to fantasies of hairy Greeks and their strong muscles.

Hostel Diana was on a little side street. It was small but luckily the signs were in English and they offered a cheap breakfast and dinner if I didn't feel like braving the streets and Greek menus.

I checked in and noticed that many of the guys were in their early to mid 20s. Since I was barely in my 30s and looked young, I did not feel that out of place.

The hostel clerk took my passport and told me that they would hold it during my stay - which was fine as I did not think I would need it until I left.

I was directed to an upstairs dormitory that had five beds in it - two of which were obviously being used. I chose an empty bed, set my pack down and decided to check out the common area.

There were four guys down in the room, all of them drinking from large bottles of local beer. I could smell some pasta boiling from the kitchen as I appraised my fellow travelers.

All of them spoke English but it was soon apparent that I was the only American. I would soon learn that one of the men was from Australia, another from New Zealand and the rest from England.

I ordered a beer myself and sat down to listen to their travel stories - while being pleasantly surprised to be hanging out with four well built men with no women in sight!

As the conversation progressed it soon become clear that the Kiwi and the Australian were the other men sharing my dorm room.

The Kiwi was about 24 years old, broad shouldered with blonde hair. The Australian had darker hair and was a couple years older.

We drank more beer and ate pasta and acted like a bunch of silly boys - at one point the Kiwi took off his pants and was wearing newspapers to cover his nakedness. It was all good clean fun.

When I felt myself fading I decided to head up to the room. My cock was throbbing in my pants because of the drunken masculine atmosphere, but I was afraid if I kept drinking I might end up doing something I would regret.

My roommates decided to follow me up upstairs and soon we were in the room getting undressed.

I had to admit it was hard not to stare when they took their shirts off. There is something about guys from down under that makes them much more manly than their American counterparts.

There is an animal nature to them that was causing me to get very hard and very excited.

"You too, huh," the Australian said out of nowhere.

I looked up and realized that both men were sporting rock hard erections in their boxer shorts. Apparently they had been checking me out just as much as I had been looking at their bodies. My rock hard erection was giving me away.

"Are you gay," I asked, though there was really no question that they liked what they were looking at.

Instead of responding the two men took off their pants to display two of the most beautiful uncircumcised cocks I had ever seen. Their foreskin was glistening with moisture while their shafts pointed towards the sky.

I eased my own shorts down, somewhat embarrassed that I was missing my foreskin, but aware that they were probably too excited to care.

The Australian walked over to me, grabbed my face and gave me a deep French kiss. I could feel his erection rubbing against my equally hard cock. We were both sporting pre-cum which made our dicks slide slickly against each other.

I slowly thrust my hips while his tongue danced in my mouth.

Soon I felt the Kiwi behind me. He started kissing my neck while his hard dick started probing near the cleavage of my ass.

This caused my cock to start throbbing. I could smell the sexy masculine sweat coming off of each of their bodies.

For the past few years I had been the dominant partner most of the time I had sex, but there was something about these men that made me yearn to go back to my submissive youth.

Encouraged by the hard dick near my man cunt, I dropped to my knees and took the Australian's dick into my mouth. It tasted so sweet as I inhaled his manly odors.

I loved the foreskin and lightly played with it with my mouth and teeth while my hand pumped his shaft slowly up and down.

It wasn't long before the Kiwi noticed and decided to take advantage of my smooth ass pointing towards the ceiling. It seemed like minutes went by but it was probably only seconds before I felt his hands bracing me on the side of my stomach.

I took the Australian deep into my throat and tried to wiggle my ass enticingly towards my New Zealand stud.

The tip of his cock - slippery with pre-cum, warm and obviously not covered in latex, soon started prodding at the opening of my man cunt.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he said sternly.

"God yes," I said after I took the Australian's beautiful cock out of my mouth.

With that he thrust brutally into me. It hurt at first but part of me loved accepting this foreign unlubricated cock.

It made me feel like a young college boy again, being seduce away from women into a better world filled with large cocks attached to sexy dominant men.

By this point the Australian was so hard his foreskin had practically disappeared and I had a wet smooth shaft in my mouth. I got brave and slipped one finger into his tight asshole while I continued to blow him.

He moaned deeply and I was soon finger fucking his ass just as quickly as I was sucking his shaft in and out of my mouth. He was truly skull fucking me.

Meanwhile the Kiwi was picking up his pace behind me and waves of pleasure were shooting from my ass up to my brain. I was becoming a creature who cared about nothing buy sucking cock and getting fucked by these beautiful foreign men.

I love tourism!

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light above me. I looked up and saw that the Australian was holding a small digital camera and had just taken a picture of me with his cock in my mouth.

He quickly handed the camera over my kneeling body to the Kiwi, who stopped fucking me for a second to take a close up shot of his bare dick buried deep within my ass.

I guess I should have been pissed off or humiliated, but instead I felt proud.

I got more and more excited and uninvited thoughts started invading my brain. I thought how sexy it would be to show these pictures to my friends when I got home, how I would get excited all over again letting people see what a wild slut I was and how I was able to do anything to please strong men.

"This is going in the scrapbook, mate," the Australian grunted.

"Your ass is going in my hall of fame, slut," the Kiwi added.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned in desperate response.

Both men started fucking me from both ends even harder at that point. I adjusted my hips so that the tip of my cock was able to lightly touch the floor as I accepted their desperate thrusts. The light friction on my dick was sending waves of pleasure through every inch of my body.

Through all of this the camera kept going off. The bright flashes seemed to unconsciously push me to be the sexiest man I could be. I knew that I would have to get copies of the prints from them and that when I did I would feel compelled to share my submissive image.

I just hoped I didn't look fat!

"Time for the swicheroo," the Australian said as he stepped back and pulled his hard cock out of my wet mouth.

The Kiwi was soon out of my ass as well. He gave my bottom a hard slap as he walked towards my other side.

The men had switched places. I moved my mouth over to the Kiwi's cock and I could still smell my ass mixing with the scent of his own pre-cum. I greedily took it in my mouth and started licking it clean with the side my tongue.

My ass was stretched out by the Kiwi's pounding so it took almost no time at all for the Australian to shove his cock into my opening.

Once again I was at their mercy and felt good giving into my submission. Thoughts were erased from my mind. Instead I became an instinctive sexual animal existing only to give and receive gay pleasures.

At one point the Kiwi abruptly stopped with his cock all the way down my throat. Quickly the Australian stopped as well with hid sick buried into my starfish with his balls bouncing against my ass.

Both men were soon passing the camera back and forth taking pictures of their uncut cocks invading my from both ends.
They both started thrusting again - this time showing no mercy. The Kiwi's cock was pounding into my mouth and the Australian's dick was fucking me like no tomorrow.

It was soon too much for me. I tried to fight it but my orgasm invaded my body and I was shooting wads of cum onto the floor underneath me.

"Fuck year," the Kiwi said as his load blasted into my mouth. I swallowed all I could but some of his hot white load dripped out of the corners of my lips.

"Shit," the Australian said and I felt his cum erupt into my bowels. I tried to clench my ass to take his load as deeply into my body as possible.

Seconds later were collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor of the dormitory. We wrapped our arms around each other and exchanged deep kisses until we feel asleep in a pile of hot man flesh.

My vacation had begun.

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