The pay was good and I got a pretty intense workout every day. This was the first year that Barcelona held a Gay Pride Festival at the beach, with an afternoon full of activities like volleyball games, while speakers blared dance music. We waited for him, an honorable exchange as we'd agreed, and once he'd settled himself on the little ridge between the seats we began paddling and pulled away from the boat. I wondered if our stuff, still on the beach, was safe. I forgot about my sore nipples and matched Jaume's strokes, and we just glided across the waves for a while. They're not always so easy to come by in the typical bar or dance club scenario as opposed to, say, a sauna, where they're easier to arrangeso many men were willing to give it a shot when we asked them.
And, of course, normal club dance music in between all that.
Gay – Homosexual Males
As I entered he gave me a hug from behind […]. Indifferent, as they'd been while watching us? Had we been the inhibiting force? Taking advantage of a situation. But I pulled my cock and balls free through one of the leg holes and started pulling at my dick; I didn't want to bother with the hassle of untangling the jacket, and the tight fabric of the swimsuit's leg hole against the base of my cock was a pleasurable pressure.
Which doesn't mean that we always wind up in threesomes, although that is usually the case. He sat at the prow of the double kayak, his powerful arms dipping to one side and then the other as he paddled. We tied the kayak to the bottom rung of the ladder and then climbed up it, taking the paddles with us. We were surrounded by a group of maybe seven men--some in swimsuits, like we were, others in more ordinary summer clothes. We weren't paddling in any direction, just sort of enjoying being out on the surf. I came over to see him this one day and he had said he […].