It had been a good day,the weather fine, but with the sun still warm, and a slight breeze, making the heat of the day pleasant. He had come away on this holiday to escape from his experiences in the past, the too unpleasant past, too near not to be forgotten. The whole affair had been fraught from the begining, he was no longer in his callow youth,and he should have known better. But when he had met John, he had to admit that it had been pure lust that made him express his interest without thought. John was 20 years younger, and it appeared from what he had said that he was a newcomer to the scene. A late starter,though at 22 how late was that. John was a dream boat, at least in appearance, tall, dark almost black hair and one of those sculptured beards, one imagined that it had almost been designed to fit the face it framed, with the dark eyes the perfect brows, and a body covered with hair, the thickness of hair from the navel to the throat. He was like a young gorilla. He certainly knew how to kiss, to become part of the man he was with,anticpating the mood of the moment, being the lover who just wanted to be fucked and could not get enough of it. Or, in reverse, the gentle lover who slid his cock gently at first, never the heavy thruster and always the seemingly gentle seduction. One always felt satisfied, relaxed and happy, a feeling of satisfaction that was rare at least to a man who had never before had a male lover. He had come late to the scene, two unforgiving wives, two forgettable women. He had realised when he first went to bed with John what he had missed until then, what he had always missed, in making love. It was the smell of a man. There was no need to be delicate in approach,to mind ones language. Petting yes, with a guy that was good, no tension. Anyway, John after the first month, had shown what he really loved, Money, with a capital M. That was all over his solicitor had paid John the £2,000 and advised his that the next step would be the police. John had departed on to the next gullible victim, no doubt. He had turned out to be shit and not good shit at that. So here he was, refreshed and not at all certain of his next action. He'd had a good look at the other visitors. It was early in the year but Greece, particularly the islands, where good at this time of the year. He had noticed in an idle way,the small group of what appeared to be the sort of men you might find on a building site, bearded and hairy. He noticed in the swimming pool that they stripped off to advantage. Most of them were dark but there was one man who had that extra special look, blond hair covering his body and a gingerish beard.

He sat in his lounge chair near to the pool,it was mid morning,not many people about.Saw out of the corner of his eye that the blond was in the water. A few moments later he looked up to see the same guy standing at the side of his chair. "Hi" he said, "see you have the English paper. Any news about the Rugby final?" "Well" I said, "it was a draw, replay in two weeks time. Are you a Rugby player?" "No" said the blond,"by the way, the names Gary."
"Mine's David." I said. We shook hands, a very British thing to do.

Gary sat down in the adjoining chair,"you on your own David?" Yes I said. "All the others friends?"
"Well" said Gary, "we've been lucky, had a stake in the Canadian Lotto and came up with a jackpot. Some of us came over here for some winter sun. The other guys have families. They're gone to Disney." David grinned, unusual blond hair and ginger beard, he said to Gary, "sure." Gary put a hand on David's shoulder, "look if you are lonely, why not join us tonight. We're going round to see what the night spots offer". David hesitated, "Are you all single then"
"Yes," Gary laughed, "and before you say anything else, just in case you, wondered, we are all gay. What about you?"
"Yes," said David, "but have never really thought about myself in that terminology." Gary said, "look if you like why not come up to my room and let us relax and have some fun."

When they got to the room, they stripped and Gary said "you know, you kept looking across at us, and I thought that you rather looked a lot at me, but you have to be careful, you might have kicked up a fuss." David leaned across to Gary, kissed him and felt the warmth of his hairy body. "How old are you Gary?"
"Just 44," he said "and you?"
"Just 44." David said. They laughed. Gary had a roughish voice and hard hands. David on the other hand, Cambridge, soft hands, not used to hard grind. Gary kissed David back, their cocks hard. They fell onto the bed, made love passionately, almost as if they had never made love before. Gary, the roughness of his hands sending a thrill all over David, moving round to his arse. "Man you have a hairy one," he said. "Now that's a bonus." He turned David over, kissed his cheeks, his beard roughing up the crack as his tonge found its target. David rolled over. "Give me your cock," he said, tasting the head, inflamed and hard now. He drew the others prick into his mouth savouring every moment. "Hold up," said Gary, "you'll have me spunking before I've got to know just about every inch of you." They continued to explore, armpits, crutch, cocks, arses, mouths, until Gary heaved David's arse up. "Lay back," he said. "Put your legs around my neck. I'm sure going to have you. You are going to be quite a fuck" and that's how it was. A long slow gentle thrust, mounting in passion, until Gary quickly withdrew and his spunk burst out over David. They clasped each other rubbing the spunk into each other's skin. "Understand" said David, "that it makes your hair grow."
"Is that so" said Gary, "in that case before you get back to London you'll be a hairy fucking ape!"

They slept relaxed, until David, waking, turned Gary over and had his legs round his shoulders before Gary had time to be awake. "What the fuck," he said. "Exactly" said David, "my turn I think."
"Christ" said Gary "that's quite a dong you've got there."
"Yes" said David, "and I'm a rough thruster." Gary responded, "fuck away, you'll find I'm a good taker."
"I enjoy it all." David buried his shaft into Gary, withdrawing it almost straight away before plunging it back up again. Gary let out a shout, "you horny fucker" he said, "keep it in there you bugger." The shout brought a head around the balcony. It was one of Gary's mates. "Wondered what the fuck you were up to boy," he said. "Now I see, the names Jim," he said to David. "Now don't stop, always wanted to see the bugger get some of his own medicine." David laughed, "this is going to be a fun holiday." Jim withdrew, "leave you to it mate,see you at dinner."

"You know," David said, Gary kissing the mobile mouth, tasting the tongue, "if I had seen you in London, I would probably have put you down to a guy who only wanted young guys to satisfy him." David told him about John. "Christ man," said Gary, "pity I did not know you then I'd have put the fear of God into the fuckers arse."
"Never mind," said David, "I've found you. I'll even grow a beard to go with the 'stache. How about that." Gary kissed his lovers cock, then his tits and finally their mouths happy with each other. "Guess you'll get a ribbing from the other four," said Gary, "they have looked you over, and they, not me, made bets as to whom would be successful in making a lay of you. You are a bloody attractive guy."
"Well," said David, "when we get back home will you still want me?"
"You must be joking mate," said Gary, "you just try and keep me away from you." David kissed the warm,tender mouth, "no need to say anything else" he said, "you sod. I'm yours and you are mine."

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