“Hello.”

Tom looked over the top of his sunglasses and his heart sank. Not only was it not a gorgeous local lad like Georgiou but it was who he and Jane had quickly identified in the hotel as ‘the person to avoid at all costs’. He was the typical Brit abroad. Hair shaved off, a grizzled face with old scars still visible, bulldog and union jack tattoos on torso, back, arms and calves, and 3 lions England long shorts on. Coupled to all that he was massive, not fat but with rock hard muscles and oak-like sinews, barely containing the rippling veins beneath. Tom wasn’t a small man but as he lay there with his ‘bait’ thong on he felt positively dwarfed and inadequate.

“Seen you round the hotel. I’m Pete,” he added.

“Yes, we’ve seen you too. I’m Tom.”

“Yeah, I’m here to get away from my missus as well. Did I see you struggling to get the lotion on your back?”

“Um...no, not really, I just,” Tom’s pathetic ramblings were interrupted by Pete yanking the tube out of his hand.

“Give it here.” With that he knelt on the towel behind Tom and squeezed a dollop of the cream into his shovel-like hands. He continued, “What do you think of Georgiou?”

“Who?”

“You know, the hotel gopher. I saw him come out of your room the other morning.” His hands – despite being so big – started deftly rubbing the lotion around Tom’s shoulders. Tom looked around, the beach was completely empty, and then he remembered the question.

“Um, oh yes Georgiou, he…he just came in to...to deliver something.”

Pete continued rubbing the lotion all over Tom’s back. “Oh yes? What did he bring you?”

“Um, um…” as Tom struggled for words he noticed Pete was peering down over his shoulder with a wicked smile.

“Something stirring down below Tom?”

Tom looked down and saw his thong starting to strain under the pressure of a growing erection. “Um...actually, I think I’d better get back to the hotel, my wife might be...”

Pete pushed Tom back onto the towel, “Don’t worry, she’ll be gone for ages, she’s with my missus. And don’t worry about Georgiou…he’s ‘delivered something’ to my room as well. One of these.” With that Pete rested his right hand on Tom’s growing bulge. “Yes, Georgiou was most insistent that he wanted a ‘piece of rough’ that morning, he gets very horny in the morning that Georgiou...” Pete peeled off Tom’s thong off to reveal his rigid cock, “…and so do I. In fact...” Pete’s head lowered into Tom’s lap, “I’m horny all the time. The missus tries but she can’t keep up, so I have to look elsewhere.” Pete pulled back Tom’s foreskin, “Mmm, lovely.”

Pete took Tom’s cock deep into his mouth and despite Tom not finding Pete remotely attractive, physically or mentally, and feeling quite intimidated by him – he let out an unintentional groan then lay back on the towel, holding Pete’s head deep into him. God this man knew what he was doing as he explored every millimetre of Tom’s cock and balls. Tom’s legs started to convulse and he found himself whimpering, “God, what if someone comes?”

In between his sucking Pete said, “The only people coming will be us two, starting with you...now.”

He was right, Tom could contain his orgasm no longer and he pumped up streams of steaming hot spunk into Pete’s face, which the big man just licked from