Aged nineteen I went on a – to not mince words about it – drunken fuck-fest of a holiday to Ayia Napa with some university friends. This is technically a continuation of [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gmqqv4/i_28f_participated_in_a_blowjob_race_while_on/) post, but can be read in isolation and without the need for earlier context.
NIGHT THREE.
By the third day we’d all just about acclimatised to the new day/night cycle. A few of us were managing to wake early enough in the mid-afternoon to actually see the sun, but the near constant hangover-haze prevented us from doing anything more exciting than sitting and hopping to find ourselves catching a lovely bronze glow, rather than the pasty-to-near-pale-blue of our natural skin tone. (Well, mine. One of my friends looked near permanently radiant. Bitch.)
We’d agreed to have a somewhat quieter third evening. There’d still be plenty of drinking, dancing and potential for some debauchery, but it was to be much more low-key than our previous night, in that we weren’t going to spend hours killing karaoke, nor were we intending to find ourselves in a decidedly seedy bar failing to win any dubious ‘competitions’.
And, much to our surprise, this proved to be the case. We found a decent bar, drank to glorious excess, danced like only those who’s inhibitions have been weakened by alcohol – but who’s rhythm has been equally quashed too – can, and generally succeeded in doing little to disgrace ourselves.
During this time, as is the seemingly the rule in Ayia Napa; ‘no female without a male literally attached or inside her at any given moment will be approached by as many guys as are in eye line’, we all found ourselves getting some attention. Now I really must stress here that this is no way suggesting we were a group who’s extraordinary looks and dance skills can draw any mere mortal from a mile away. Far from it. It’s simple that the tone in Ayia Napa is that it’s perfectly acceptable to approach a total stranger with no more subtle an introduction than ‘Hi, fancy a fuck?’, and if it is declined or ignored, you’re free to literally ask the person standing beside the initial target and ask the same question without any of the involved parties feeling aggrieved.
I’m extremely conscious that my reminiscences always seem to take forever to reach the only bit anyone here is remotely interested in, so in the spirit of not wasting your time I’ll now jump to where it gets NSFW.
Eventually we reached the point in the evening where we’d all slightly drifted away from group drinking, and had now found one – or various – other people we were chatting to, drinking with, grindingly awkward up against, or with tongues doing their best to cohabit in the other person’s mouth. As such, we did our usual ‘be good, stay safe’ goodnight routine to each other and all went our separate ways to indulge in our personally selected vices of more booze, creating a spectacle on a dance floor, or finding in the nearest and most convenient spot to indulge in drunken carnal instincts with the guy we’d found ourselves choosing for the night.
As it transpired none of these were on my immediate agenda. By the standards of this holiday I was still relatively cognisant, and having an interesting and insightful conversation about design theory with a guy of whom my overriding memory was his truly excellent beard. Despite the mundane nature of our chat I was definitely touching and stroking his face throughout, which quickly led to him touching and stroking me back.
This went on for some time, but before he was able to get too handsy I suggested we head back to our apartment to continue things further, given I’d made enough of a public spectacle of myself over the last few evenings. Mercifully, he didn’t question this.
To briefly explain the apartment layout to anyone who hasn’t read the previous post; It was a small series of rooms. Two bedrooms, one bathroom and a ‘living space’. One bedroom held two single beds, one had a double bed in which two friends were having to share and the final pour soul was set up on the uncomfortable sofa bed in the living space. We’d agreed we’d all rotate beds over the course of the holiday so everyone faced equal discomfort.
This particular evening I was occupying one of the single beds which, given the options, seemed like the best pick out of the bunch.
We’d both been pretty handsy the entire way back, so by the time we’d reached the apartment we were both eager to get going. So much so that as we entered we barely reacted to the fact that one of my friends had already got back first, and was currently on all fours on the sofa bed, with a guy I vaguely recognised as having been dancing with her earlier currently positioned behind her and looking like he was enjoying himself enormously.
Paying this no heed, myself and my guy (who I’ll now refer to as Stephen to save confusion. Though at this point in the evening I can’t actually be sure if I’d learned or remembered his name) headed to the bedroom, jumped on the single bed and started undressing.
Here I must confess that in hindsight I find a gap in my logic. We’d been all over each other for a while and were both eager and ready to go, but instead found ourselves not leaping into the action but taking our time. Whether it was at my insistence (having had two days of what could be, at best, described as ‘quickies’), or his I can’t remember. But rather than hungrily devouring each other, there was a lot of kissing, a lot of exploratory tongues and a great deal of working each other up into a frenzy, all with a background noise of my friend in the next room trying to not be so energetic as to break the sofa bed. Though apparently this didn’t last long.
The specifics of our actives are muddied in the drunken haze, so I won’t pretend to be able to offer a blow-by-blow account (Pun intended), but I’m certain of the fact that he had his head between my legs and his tongue doing some excellent work, when the bedroom door bursts open and in flies the friend I was sharing the room with (Who for clarity I’ll call Rachel – note this is NOT the same friend who was on the sofa bed), who is mid removing the shorts of a giant of a man.
I wish now that I’d had the wherewithal to summon a better line than the one I delivered. In my defence I was drunk and had a tongue inside me at the time. I’m still pleased with my deadpan delivery though.
“Having a good night?”
The response I receive is curt at best, as it seems neither of the newly arrived duo are interested in being put off their stride.
“Shut the fuck up Alice and don’t be weird.” Is roughly the only response I received. Though I am paraphrasing. The actual line was rather more vulgar.
They then proceed to strip, and begin making their own entertainment on the other single bed, mere meters away from myself, and the now slightly distracted Stephen.
Now I’ve seen Rachel naked on many an occasion and thankfully I’m not intimidated by her excellent body. While it’s true she has an arse that is, I’d argue, worthy of some award, while my own is partially none existent, I’ve a lot more going on up top and, frankly, my hair has always been better. Stephen stole a few glances over at her, but I could see was making a very deliberate and conscious effort to keep his eyes focussed on me. Naturally I also took an eyeful of Rachel’s giant of a partner who, while it would be accurate to describe him as being all in perfect proportion, was certainly a guy who had nothing to be ashamed about.
What followed can be interpreted as either magnificently sexy and erotic, or horrendously awkward and unbearable, depending on your perspective.
We had two close friends who know each other well and who are, by this stage, largely immune to shock or embarrassment from each other, fucking two relative strangers who are total strangers to each other, all barely a misplaced flailing arm’s length away from each other.
Stephen clearly felt the pressure. He’d gone from sensual to a look of bunny-in-the-headlights. Rachel’s guy seemed largely unphased, but he was being distracted by Rachel’s mouth so had more pressing matters on his mind.
Now, as anyone who has read any of my posts will know, I’m a fiercely competitive person. This was clearly not a competition. No one had made even the vaguest of suggestion that it was. Rachel and Giant man were having their own lovely time, and until moments ago myself and Stephen had been doing much the same thing.
And yet…
Maybe it was Stephen’s slight hesitancy (which I’m sure I’ve over exaggerated.), or maybe it was eagerness in which Rachel was currently devouring her Giant, but somehow, it felt like we were losing.
And I couldn’t allow that.
Quick as a flash I extricate Stephen from between my legs and get my mouth around him instead, paying close attention to my positioning to ensure I didn’t appear to be simply copying what Rachel was doing. Not that anyone was looking.
Deciding the slow and subtle approach was a thing of the past, I hold nothing back and immediately go to town. I take him fully in my mouth and try my hardest to generate some gagging sounds to proudly display my skill to the zero audience. My limited eyeliner prevented me from seeing if there was any response from either party, but there was no indication at all they were paying the least bit of attention.
Not wanting to be one move behind the whole time, I keep the blowing brief and in no uncertain terms, tell Stephen to fuck me.
What follows is a moment of exquisite awkwardness as he fumbles around looking for his wallet in his discarded shorts in search of a condom, while I sit back waiting impatiently and trying not to think that this the other pair retaking the lead.
After a few moments Giant guy helpfully tells us he’s got some spares if we need them. I can’t help but laugh, which probably didn’t help the situation. Stephen thanks him for the offer, but has now found his own, and is desperately trying to apply it before the situation completely obliterates his erection.
The situation is now infinitely more awkward. We’ve now all spoken and acknowledged each other’s presence. Although it’s an arbitrary thing, it feels like we can now no longer just be in our own unique bubble pretending the other’s aren’t there.
On the bright side this did seem to galvanise Stephen, who seemed more determined to take control of the situation. Clearly inspired by the sofa bed antics of earlier, he indicated I should get on all fours, and made to position behind me.
The sensible thing here would have been to position myself facing towards the head of the bed and the wall. Why I didn’t do this, I can’t honestly be certain. But instead, I position myself facing down the bed. Meaning that we still had a view of the the antics of the other pair. And, perhaps more significantly, they had a view of us.
Full disclosure; this didn’t bother me in the least. I had a great time and can only speculate that the scrutiny did wonders for Stephen’s stamina, as he just kept going. I also can’t deny the satisfaction felt when the Giant’s gaze would drift in our direction, despite the seemingly excellent work of Rachel.
In all, everyone had a lovely time. I can’t be certain who, in my mind, ‘won’, but naturally I’d always assume it was me. Even if in these circumstances ‘coming first’ isn’t necessarily a sign of victory.
After it all concluded, Stephen decided to head back to his own appartment to help reduce the overcrowding. Giant decided to stay.
But that’s definitely something for another time as I’ve now somehow managed to write over 2000 words of deeply unsexy nonsense again, so I’ll save the continuing holiday shenanigans for another day!
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Came here to fap, stayed for the excellent storytelling! Bravo!