Roy & Drake

2.

Spending more time together meant going to a museum, as Roy simply couldn’t go to the beach at the heat of the day. The weather forecast had promised clouds in a few days, but until then it would be sunny and hot. The museum was cool and quiet. Kevin exclaimed he wanted to stay forever in the air-conditioned rooms, and Sander agreed it was great to have some cool air for a change. Roy enjoyed the cool air as well as the artifacts. He loved museums.

As Sander and Kevin walked a bit faster, less interested in tiny little details like Roy, the distance between them increased. Roy looked at which room the two went, so he wouldn’t lose them, and walked slowly around a large statue of a naked warrior. Greece had an interesting history, he concluded. A bit more belly and it would be perfect. As he rounded the base, still looking up, he bumped into another guest who admired the statue just like him. “Sorry,” he automatically mumbled.

“There has to be a God,” a deep voice rumbled amused. “Hello cutie...”

Roy gasped delightedly. “Drake!” He quickly looked around. “What are you doing here? Are you alone?”

“I wish I were alone. No, my brothers and sister-in-law are over there. Where are your friends?” Drake still looked at the statue, as if he was accidentally at the same spot as Roy.

“They’re in that room over there,” Roy said. He couldn’t resist to glance at the man’s hairy legs, and the belly bulging over the shorts. “How about we meet tonight when I come back?”

“Just knock three times, and I’m all ready for some more love, baby. See you tonight then, hm?”

Roy watched him leaving, and slowly strolled in another direction. His heart was pounding. He had grown hard at the mere sight of Drake’s perfect physique, and his balls cramped as he thought about being in bed with him again.

As they wandered deeper and deeper into the museum, the two groups kept meeting in rooms. The others didn’t think anything of it. They were only amused, and even started talking a bit. Drake passed by Roy many times, brushing his large hand over Roy’s butt at every chance he got. Roy couldn’t stand it anymore. He wanted to kiss him.

“Hey guys,” he said to his friends, “I’m going to the restrooms.” As the others simply nodded, he quickly crossed the hall, and went though a door. The restrooms were large and light, but also deserted. He peed at the urinal, and watched the door.

Drake entered not much later, and quickly closed the door behind him. He grabbed Roy’s hips, pulled him close, and kissed him firmly.

Roy sucked the possessive tongue with pleasure and soft encouraging moans, wrapping his arms around the broad neck and pushing up against the heavy body. He gasped for air when they finished the kiss. He licked his lips, looking into the brown eyes. As he didn’t have time to zip up again, his erection poked happily through his fly, and rubbed against the man’s front.

“Toilet?” Drake asked with a whisper, placing his hands on Roy’s butt.

A quickie in a toilet room? Normally, Roy would be disgusted by the idea, but this was Drake suggesting it. “Yeah,” he nodded with wide eyes. “Brought stuff with you?”

“Hell yes I did,” Drake grinned, moving to a toilet at the far corner, and pulling Roy with him. “I came prepared, just in case I ran into you.”

In the toilet cubicle, Roy quickly pulled his shorts down. He put it safely away. Drake undressed in the blink of an eye. He was sweating a bit, and breathed heavily. His erection pointed forward, glistering at the tip. They grabbed each other tight for another lustful kiss, stroking each other as they dueled with their tongues.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t want to have you in my bed tonight, do you hear me?” Drake whispered hoarsely. He ripped the package of a condom, and rolled it over his cock as he stared at Roy with a hot gaze. “Turn around.”

Roy was more than willing to turn around and offer his ass. He leaned over the toilet, bracing himself against the ceramic. “I want to be in your bed every night,” he answered quietly. He made a soft, approving sound when Drake lubed him deeply. It would be damn hard to stay quiet. He bit his lip when the stubby cock slid through his ring of muscle, and firmly shut his eyes. Drake used short, sharp thrusts to enter him completely, and held still for a few seconds. Roy felt the hairy balls tickling against his skin. He squirmed, savoring the heated friction in his ass, and breathed slowly.

Drake caressed his hips and back as he began to fuck him. He grunted softly. Rather than moving himself, he pressed against the door as he pulled and pushed at Roy’s hips. When the younger man loosened up, he thrust forward to meet his ass, quickly increasing speed. Meanwhile, Roy was stroking himself. They tried their hardest to keep quiet, but failed occasionally. “Ah, Roy... You’re so delicious...” Drake whispered breathlessly.

Roy trembled on his legs and supporting arm. His fist was a blur as he jerked faster, eager to release himself while Drake lunged his gorgeous cock inside of him. “Drake...! Shit...!”

The bear answered with an appreciative grunt, but he didn’t stop fucking as Roy cramped hard around his shaft, quickly working towards his own climax. Roy shot his release into the toilet bowl, shivering and trembling, only held up by Drake’s strong arms as he felt weak and spent. Drake came not long after him, pushing up deep inside. The bear staggered as his cock pumped out his orgasm, and he sighed deeply.

As Drake pulled out slowly, Roy turned and sat down on the toilet. He was sweaty all over. Drake pulled off the rubber, dumping it between Roy’s legs in the bowl, and he knelt to kiss him passionately. They didn’t care about time just yet. Feeling each other’s wet skin under their caressing hands was much more important at that moment.

“Baby,” Drake eventually sighed, “you are the best.”

Roy managed to pull away from the hairy man long enough, allowing him to stand up. “Actually,” he replied, “it’s you. You make me so horny, it’s unbelievable.”

Drake dressed up again, and stood back so Roy could do the same. “I hope you’ll be horny tonight. Take a nice shower, and wash your ass, okay? I want to eat you. Mm... The mere thought makes me hard again.”

“Eat me?” Roy laughed softly. “You mean rimming?”

“Yes, I mean rimming. I mean licking your ass, and lunge my tongue inside you. Like this.” Drake stuck his strong tongue in Roy’s mouth, and moved it around. He drew back with a firm kiss. “The rest will be great too.”

Roy had never been rimmed before, but he was more than happy to give it a try. Too bad they would go out, that evening. He’d rather go to the hotel room with Drake, and stay there.

They left in turns, after they freshened up a bit. Kevin and Sander joked about a hard Number Two when Roy finally joined them again, and he didn’t enlighten them. He didn’t actually see much of the artwork, the rest of the tour. He kept glancing at Drake, and thought about being with him again.
What a great vacation...