said, taking my arm again, “Come”.

We went through the garden and entered the cottage, and I wondered if he could hear the banging that seemed to echo in my chest. We entered a low, flagstone floored scullery which led into a dining/sitting room that took up the width of the cottage and which was a riot of bright rugs, couches laden with cushions and rugs, and a large table strewn with books. Sunlight entered through French windows at one end, lighting the room with a warm glow.

“Trin?” Rolf called, which startled me. A voice called from another room, in words I did not understand. Rolf called back and when I recognized English! I guessed he was explaining my presence and the situation.

“Ah! Aha!” replied the voice with an excited tone.

From the front of the cottage a man entered the sitting room. He was older than Rolf, 50ish I would guess, with a Southern European or Yugoslavian appearance. Swarthy, with black hair. He wore a sarong only, and his naked upper body was not as taut as it had obviously once been, but was well shaped with a lovely belly that had a tantalizing “follow me’ line of hair down into the sarong. I felt as if he stripped me with his eyes.

“So!” he said and smiled a huge smile, revealing beautiful teeth behind full, well shaped lips.

“Hello”, I managed to get out, as if from some deep well. He laughed and moved toward me. He held his arms wide and, as if mesmerized, I moved forward into them. He embraced me and then I felt Rolf join us and I was held between the two of them. They kissed each over my shoulder and then kissed me and nuzzled my neck. So we stood, kissing each other in turns and I felt delirious, weak.

Hands found mine and I was guided to the front of the cottage. We entered a bedroom and the hands that held mine began to explore the rest of my body. My face was held and kissed. A tongue parted my lips. Hands undid my shirt and tugged it out from my pants. My chest and belly were caressed and hands slid between my legs, while others found my belt.

As if coming out of a trance, I began to respond. I raised my arms from my sides and felt Trin’s belly. He encouraged me with a low murmuring and I ran my hands over his chest that had a soft covering of hair. It felt beautiful and I cupped each breast with my trembling hands. I could feel the other’s hands loosen my belt and unzip me, and his hand lowered my jocks and held my balls, above which my erect cock throbbed hard. I opened my eyes, which I had held tight shut, and looked into Trin’s eyes.

“Welcome”, he said and a long breath that I had held in escaped from me. He laughed softly. I reached forward to feel the rigid pole that was lifting his sarong and a soft groan escaped from me as I held it. I released the material, which fell to the ground and clasped my hands around his cock and balls. I felt frenzied with desire. I wanted to eat them both.

My trousers slipped to the floor and I was deftly turned and pushed onto the bed. My shoes and socks were removed and my trousers and jocks expertly whipped