I kept going, pushing one, then two fingers in. I was up to my first knuckle and started with a third finger. I squirted as much cream as I dare and them I rubbed some on Grant’s cock. The feeling of lubricating his cock was wonderful.

I took a condom from his toilet back and took great delight in spreading it over his cock. The beast grew even larger as the tightness of the rubber encased it. I lubricated it too the climbed on to the bed to squat, facing Grant, over his erect monster. The head hurt like hell. I pushed and pushed and realized that being fucked in the arse was a skill. I had to get fucked! With a lot of pain and perseverance I managed about 3 inches and raised and lowered my arse on to it. Within about 7 or 8 minutes I had it all inside me and really started to pump. Grant was whimpering slightly but definitely out cold. I held my cock as I rose and fell making sure my weight was off his body as I sat astride him. I heard a guttural sound from him and my hole felt suddenly very full. Surely he hadn’t cum?

I reluctantly pulled myself off his cock and there, in the sac at the end, was a copious amount of Grant’s cum. I hungrily pulled the condom off him and took it to pour the cum over my face and hands and smeared it like the precious liquid it was. Drops went in my mouth. My cum covered right hand reached down and gripped my cock and I stood over Grant while I wanked. Less than 2 minutes and a fine jet of my thin liquid shot clean over the head of the bed and hit the wall. The third or fourth jet hit Grant’s face and mouth and I took my finger to gently rub some into his mouth. I had tasted his cum and he mine.

A wave of guilt came over me and I quickly wiped him and pulled the covers over him before diving into my bed. I came a second time within 10 minutes as the flavour of Grant’s seed still tasted my mouth. I realized that my sexual experience with Grant was going to be just that one incident but at least I had managed to have one! However, he had one more mountain to take me up before our trip was over!

I was a little sheepish the following morning expecting at any time some reference to the previous evening. None came. I was amazed he hadn’t commented on how he got home, how he was stripped and how he managed to get to bed but he said absolutely nothing. I assumed he thought he had done it all himself.

Undaunted by his hangover Grant suggested another night out for our final night in Spain. I readily agreed with the hope that I might get another crack at the whip. The following evening, however, did not go quite to plan. I drank a bit too much too early. Grant seemed to be making headway with a Spanish girl and somehow we got separated. I ended up half pissed at 11.00pm and alone. I stumbled back to the hotel and went to bed. Somewhere around 2.00 am I was wakened by the familiar sound of someone trying hard not to waken me. You know, those loud “Shh” noises drunk people make in an effort not to disturb others! I was wakened to find