Roy & Drake

Roy & Drake

It was hot. Far too hot for Roy’s fair, Dutch skin. He burned easily, as his little freckles above his nose suggested. He looked young, with those sunspots and his bleached, almost white, sleek hair. His smooth, slightly muscled body had a faint tan, from where the rays managed to penetrate the sunshade. It had been a mistake to come here. He knew that now. In fact, he had known before he went on holiday with his two friends, but he had denied it. And now he was forced to stay at the hotel, in the shade, and to swim only when the sun had gone, or to dress up completely when they went out.
To be honest, Roy didn’t really mind. It was a nice hotel, with comfortable rooms, a large swimming pool and several whirl pools. The room service was excellent, the food tasteful, and they made great fruit cocktails. Roy loved culture and museums, but he was in no hurry to explore. For now, he was more than happy to stay in his lounge chair in the shadows.

While Sander and Kevin were at the beach –playing volleyball, tanning, and impressing the ladies– Roy relaxed at the side of the pool. It was quiet, at this time of the day, when guest were leaving and others arriving. His friends and he wouldn’t leave for a few more weeks. Enjoying the peace, Roy sighed contently, and flipped the page of his book. Life was good.

When the first new guests had unpacked their luggage, it was time for them to explore. The first shy, insecure tourists stepped outside, glancing at the pool. To Roy’s relief, they vanished back inside, probably to eat or go out. He hoped they wouldn’t go swimming when the sun went down. It was his time of the day to cool off and have fun, not theirs.
Hiding behind his book, he peeked over the edge to spy at the newcomers. Maybe he would get some eye-candy… It would be nice to have someone to look at. To his pleasure, he saw a few men step outside, dressed in trunks and armed with towels. They were accompanied by a woman, but Roy ignored her completely. All his attention was focused on the most marvelous bear he ever saw. Before he knew it, a soft groan escaped him. Delicious…

The four guests sat down at the other side of the pool, in the sunlight. They were already tanned –sunbed, no doubt. Roy placed his open book on his lap and leaned back, pretending to sleep, eyes hidden behind his dark shades so he could observe them. Man, he looked good…
Roy had a weakness for bears. He simply loved the way the muscles moved under the hairy skin. He liked them heavy, those men, with full thighs and a soft belly. He fantasized about kneading the hairy tits, rubbing up against the heavy stomach, with a fat, uncut cock poking against his tight ass. He was glad his book was sitting on his lap, as he admired the man at the other side of the pool. His cock was growing swiftly at the sight of the dark hair, rolling muscles, and well-filled swimming trunks. Another groan escaped him, and he nearly squeezed his painful balls when the man looked straight at him. Roy froze. The man smiled.

Gods… Sun, go down. Roy looked hopefully at his watch, but it was no use. It would take hours before it was dark. Meanwhile his friends would come back, they would have dinner, and that delicious bear would disappear. He still observed him, eyes hidden behind the dark glasses. He would swear the man watched him too, and the mere thought excited him. When his friends returned to the hotel and joined him, he was actually glad with the distraction. His balls were killing him, with no option for release. Roy listened to the stories, smiling faintly, nodding and humming at the proper moments.

“And now I’m starving,” sighed Sander. “Wanna go out, or shall we eat here?”

“My feet are killing me.” Kevin groaned, lifting his feet up. Flip-flops were nice in the heat, but they weren’t good enough to walk on for a whole day. “Let’s eat here. We can have a dip later… It’s quiet, today, isn’t it?”

Roy sat up, more confident now he was no longer aroused. “I haven’t seen any kids yet,” he said cheerfully. “They’re probably all in bed.” Which meant the parents had to stay inside as well. Roy encouraged those siestas…
Unable to withstand, he glanced at the bear. The man stood up as well, followed by the others. Roy began to walk towards the hotel, quickly, to see him from close by. He didn’t just see him. He smelled him too; the honest scent of sun caused sweat. Roy’s knees nearly failed on him, his fantasy working overtime all of a sudden. Oh, this vacation could be the best vacation of his entire life…

The elevator was large enough to hold seven people. Roy stepped in last, and pushed between the bodies. He stepped up against the bear on purpose, feeling the large belly against his back. To his pleasure, the man didn’t protest. Secretively hoping he would pinch his butt or something, Roy’s heart began to beat faster. They reached their floor far too quickly… With a polite ‘good evening’, the two groups parted, and they went to their own rooms.

Roy, Sander and Kevin each had their own rooms, next to each other. Roy stalled a bit, following the other group with his eyes, to see which rooms they had. The woman and one man entered a room three doors further, and the other man unlocked the door opposite of the corridor. Suddenly, Roy feared the bear would go inside too… They weren’t a couple, were they?
Roy had read erotic stories about gay men playing with other men, in complete anonymity, sucking cocks on the beach or in darkrooms. He knew it was some sort of rule, to be promiscuous. At least, that’s what he read, and heard, and saw in movies. He’d even tried it, in the past. Just after he came out, he’d been to a nightclub to experience what he’d read about. It was enjoyable… there was no denial. But it wasn’t what he was looking for…
Lucky for him, the bear didn’t go into the room, and walked one door further. Roy breathed out, only then realizing he’d held his breath all the time. He opened his own door, looked over his shoulder again, and noticed the bear stalled at the door as well… Quickly, Roy burst into his room, and smacked the door shut behind him, heart pounding and face red. His balls were cramping. When he looked down, he saw he had a wet spot in his shorts, where his eager, impatient erection was poking against the thin cloth. He needed a quick shower, he thought. He wondered if it would help.

It didn’t help at all. The cold water didn’t cool him down, and neither did the orgasm. His hand, usually sufficient enough to be cool for hours, didn’t manage it today. Roy needed more, now he’d seen the man of his dreams. Especially when he saw him again, in the dining room. Gods, he was so delicious…

“Roy? Hello?”

Startled when Kevin waved his hand in front of his face, Roy looked up. “What?”

“Aren’t you hungry? You haven’t touched your food… You don’t have sunstroke, do you?”

“No…” He shifted, and looked down on his plate. He wasn’t very hungry, really. His stomach seemed full enough as it was, filled with butterflies. “I’m okay,” he mumbled, pricking in his green salad. With a sigh, he dropped his fork, and pushed away from the table. “Excuse me… I’m going to um… powder my nose.”

He would have to explain it later, Roy knew when he walked to the restrooms. His friends had looked so worriedly at him; it wasn’t fair to leave them speculating about what was wrong. Nothing was wrong, as such… Roy opened his fly, and peed in the urinal. He shook off, zipped up, and took his time at the sink to wash his hands. His head was filled with fuzziness, his moves slow. He didn’t look up when the door opened, but he glanced in the mirror when someone walked past by. Oh Gods… Roy’s hands began to tremble under the cold stream. The man was so big!

The bear opened his pants at the urinal. Roy, drying his hands thoroughly under the blow dryer, peeked at him from the corners of his eyes. Fat, soft and uncut, he saw. Oh, yes. Perfect… The man finished soon enough, and walked past by again, to wash his hands. Roy took one step aside to share the warm air. He rubbed his hands together, slowly, his eyes glued on the large hands next to his. A soft sigh escaped him once more as he fantasized about those hands, roaming over his body, caressing him, making love to him. He looked up, slowly, and looked straight into soft, brown eyes. They smiled at him. “Hi,” sighed Roy.

“Hey…” The man winked, and drew back, still smiling. “Bye.”

Roy was left alone, his hands still under the warm blower. Staring at the closed door for minutes, he waited for his heart to calm down. “Ohh Gods,” he eventually sighed. A cold shower wouldn’t cure him, anymore. He needed a whole bath of cold water, tonight.

It had taken the entire evening with Kevin and Sander, to convince them he was okay. He didn’t want to tell them he’d spontaneously fallen in love with someone whose name he didn’t even know, so he told them little lies, until they felt better. Finally they left him alone, to get some sleep. They wanted to go out the next night, and they needed their strength.
Roy didn’t go to bed. He wanted to take a bath, but not in his room. Dressed in a long, white robe, he unlocked the door to the pools.
Normally, guests weren’t allowed in the pool after dark. At night, the water was cleaned, and nighttime swimmers would ruin it. But Roy had permission, because of his condition, which he’d exaggerated a bit when he asked for the key. He was allowed to bathe in the small whirl pool at the back, the one used less often than the rest. Roy loved it. It was dark, secluded, and totally quiet. Naked, he lowered himself in the cool water, and sank back. Just wonderful. Finally, it was his turn to cool off.

“I didn’t know the pools were open, at night…”

Roy yanked his eyes open. “It isn’t,” he hissed, peering in the dark. Shit, did he forget to lock the door again? The figure was standing in the shadows, but he could see it was a big man. His heart pounded, and skipped a beat when the man stepped into the moonlight. He was wearing a bathrobe and carried a towel.

“So you’re illegally sitting in a pool…?”

“I’m… I’m allowed to be here,” mumbled Roy. “Because I can’t swim during the day. Because of the sun,” he explained. “I burn alive.”

“I see. Well. Maybe I should go then, hm? I wouldn’t want to cause trouble. Have a good night, handsome.”

“You can join me,” heard Roy. He realized it was him. “I mean… if we only use this pool, I’m sure they won’t get mad.” It was worth the risk, anyway.

“Okay,” shrugged the bear, smiling. “Let’s be quiet, and they may never know.”

Roy wanted to agree, but he could only swallow. The man undressed, and was wearing his trunks again. Roy was naked… He was very glad it was completely dark in that corner, as his body enthusiastically reacted to the man’s approach. When he heard the content groan, his cock jerked up. “Nice, hm?” he murmured with difficulty, hoarsely.

“Very nice,” rumbled the other. “Mm…”

Don’t groan like that, thought Roy, briefly closing his eyes as he shivered. He was certain he was leaking, and expected to explode if he heard one more content grunt. Shifting, he tried to control his arousal, but it was no use. Happily bobbing in the water, his cock grew even harder. When their feet touched –accidentally? – it jerked up, grown to full erection. He sighed, barely audible. In his ears, it chimed as loud as a clock.

“What’s your name, handsome…?” The bear looked at Roy, smiling, his arms spread out on the sides of the pool. He looked pale in the moonlight, and beautiful.

“Roy,” said Roy, when he found his voice again. After a moment he added, “What’s yours?”

“Drake.” The man grinned again, stretching his legs. He chuckled when Roy shifted, legs touching. “Where are you from?”

“The Netherlands… Amsterdam. And you?”

“London. How long will you be here?”

“Two more weeks…” Roy was amazed he could answer all those questions, without losing his voice. He could feel the hairy leg rubbing against his, sending shivers through him all the time. His cock wouldn’t go limp anymore. He was dying to take it in his hand.

“Two more weeks?” Drake still smiled, and moved his leg. “Nice…”

“Is it? Why?” Don’t move your leg like that, he sent another quiet prayer. You drive me crazy.

“You’re cute…” Drake spoke quietly, with a sensual, husky whisper.

“Am I?”

“Yeah.”

How long would they keep this up? Roy felt like he would jump at the man any moment now. As revenge, he spread his legs, and pushed his hips up. He surfaced for a brief moment, and now Drake groaned approvingly. “I’m more than cute.”

“Yes… Yes, you are,” said Drake with a dark chuckle. “Why don’t you sit closer? Since we have to be quiet… We better not talk too loudly.”

Fair enough, thought Roy, as he moved over the bench. They had to whisper, and sitting closer made it easier to hear each other. The fact they could hear each other perfectly so far didn’t bother him. “Better?” he asked under his breath, feeling Drake’s warmth against his skin. He moaned quietly when the man moved his leg, pressing his thigh against him.

“Much better,” whispered Drake. One arm on the edge of the bath, behind Roy’s head, he reached out with the other hand, and gently touched Roy’s thigh. He drew back when the boy startled up. “Sorry.”

“No,” said Roy quickly. “It’s okay! I don’t mind… if you touch me.” Damn right he didn’t. This time, when the large hand slid along his smooth skin, he stayed put. His breath escaped in a trembling sigh, his eyes fluttered close, and for the moment he couldn’t care if this meant he would have a quickie in a pool with a stranger. This stranger was something else… He opened his eyes a bit when he felt the warm lips against his mouth, but closed them again as they kissed. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around the broad neck, pulling him close against him. His fantasies came true… He felt the hairy skin, the hard muscles, and it was even better than he imagined.

“You taste sweet,” murmured Drake when he broke the kiss. He slid his mouth along Roy’s jaw, down to his neck, and nipped him. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I’m very sure,” whispered Roy with a tremble, but he wasn’t sure at all. He didn’t really want this, did he? Didn’t he want a lover, to hold and to keep, instead of just sex? But he wanted Drake… This was a one-time opportunity. “You’re gorgeous,” he added, blushing darkly.

“Mm…” Drake smiled, almost tenderly. His hand crept up, cautiously, slowly, until he brushed along Roy’s happy cock. That part of Roy had no doubts at all; it jumped into Drake’s hand as if it had a life of his own. They both groaned, at the same moment. “Roy…” sighed the bear, slowly moving his hand up and down.

Roy’s hands clawed in the broad shoulders. He’d been on edge for so long now, he was ready to explode. He protested feebly when Drake drew back to pull off his swimming trunks. “Come back,” he murmured, his arms invitingly spread.

“No… How about you sit on my lap…?”

Even better. Roy quickly scrambled up, straddling Drake’s legs. As he pressed up against the large body, he sighed and shivered again. “You’re everything I ever wished for,” he managed to say. His hands began to explore, slowly sliding over the wet skin, up to the hairy tits he was dying to feel. As he rubbed the palms over the sensitive knobs, they grew harder. He pinched them, then squeezed the fleshy tits. Drake pulled his head down to kiss him again. He no longer tried to talk. Slowly moving his hips back and forth, he rubbed his overstrained cock over the hot, wet skin, ready to come.

Drake let him do whatever he wanted. He sucked Roy’s tongue, licked him, and nipped at his lips. Meanwhile, his hands were roaming over Roy’s smooth skin, touching every inch, slowly creeping down and back towards his round butt. He took a cheek in each hand, and squeezed. Roy’s groan came from the depth of his heart when the hot, wet cock slid over his notch, and Drake shivered. “Have you been fucked before, little stud?”

“Yes…” Roy didn’t mind telling him, because it meant he would be able to handle a thick pole like Drake’s. He pushed his hips down, and felt the stubby head against his tight, but willing muscle. Oh shit, they had no rubbers…

It was as if Drake read his mind. “Shall we go to my room?” he murmured, pushing up a bit. He slipped through the sphincter.

“Yes! Oh gods, Drake…” Just do it, screamed a voice in his head. Push down!

Drake gasped for air, and his hands tensed around Roy’s butt to keep him in place. “Don’t… Roy… Don’t do it, please…”

“Pull back, then.” Roy sat down deeper, feeling his final restriction giving in, and he grunted softly when the whole cock entered him. “Damn… Mm…”

“Ah! You’re evil…” Drake didn’t pull back. Instead, his hands grabbed Roy’s hips, and he kept him firmly impaled. “You don’t even know if I’m safe… Shit…”

Shivering, Roy leaned down to the man’s ear. “Are you?” he whispered. The hopeless, but affirmative cry made him chuckle. “Then fuck me, gorgeous bear…” It would be painful, without lube, but Roy simply didn’t care. He felt Drake’s strong arms around his back, and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. They moved at the same moment, fused together with all their might, kissing and squirming. Drake moved easier when he began to leak pre-come and Roy began to adjust to him. The water sloshed around in the small, round pool.

“Calm down,” gasped Drake. “They’ll see us…” They still moved, but slower, Drake’s cock buried deeply inside Roy’s ass. “Hot,” he whispered in awe. “Slick…”

Roy kept his eyes firmly shut. He breathed heavily, moaning as he breathed out, feeling the heat spreading out from his groin. “Fuck me,” he begged, desperately, his mouth sliding over the stubble on Drake’s jaw. “Harder… Please…”

“Shit, Roy.” Drake’s voice had a sobbing edge. “Come upstairs with me,” he said, suddenly pulling out. “I want to fuck you for real.” Before Roy could protest, he’d climbed out of the pool, carrying him with him. “Cover that cock,” he ordered. He pulled the robe tight around his waist, and hid his crotch behind the towel. Roy hasted to do the same. Walking close against each other, they went inside, locked the door, and walked to the elevator.
As soon as the door of the lift had closed, Drake pulled Roy up for a hard, heated kiss which lasted until they reached their floor. “Bed,” he grunted, quickly walking to his room. The door opened, and he let Roy pass. They barely managed to open the ties as they tumbled towards the bed. Roy threw the robe aside, and fell on his back on the mattress, legs spread wide. Drake put on some lights before he followed. “You’re even cuter now I can see you,” he said with a smile. The bed creaked when he knelt between Roy’s legs.

“So are you,” replied Roy, slightly out of air. “You’re amazing… Now fuck me…”

“No,” grinned the large man, leaning down as he looked him in the eyes. “Not yet. First I want to taste a bit more of you.” He dragged his tongue from the base of Roy’s cock up to the tip, swirled around the head, and sucked him deeply in his mouth. Roy uttered a raw, protesting yell, his back arching up. He tried to push Drake’s head away, but fell down when it was no use. “Dammit, Drake, I’m too hot for this!”

“Mmmgood.” Drake hummed contently, hovering above the leaking, purple head. “Don’t hold back now, hm? Give me your sweet juice.”

Roy cried out again, pushing his hips up. He saw flashes before his eyes, even when he closed them tightly, and the cramp in his balls was getting too much to handle. Just when he was about to come, hips moving uncontrollably, Drake drew back, lunged between his legs, and slid inside. He had lubed himself, noticed Roy through his haze, as he felt the balls against his notch. He cursed delightedly, spreading his legs as wide as possible to receive as much of the delicious cock as he could.
Drake fucked him, for real, pumping his hips up and down faster with every thrust. His belly rubbed over Roy’s painfully hard erection, and the head of his cock grounded over his prostate. Roy heard a scream when the pleasure overwhelmed him, and realized it was him, coming with thick, endless squirts. He couldn’t stop screaming. His nails left red marks on Drake’s shoulders, his teeth bruised the broad neck, and he writhed and squirmed under the heavy body. When he opened his eyes and looked at the man’s face, pulled in a delirious expression, he came again. So did Drake. His cock throbbed and pulsated, buried deep inside Roy’s hot rectum. It lasted for minutes. Finally, Drake fell down, pressing forcefully on the smaller man.

“Baby,” he sighed, completely out of air. “So good…”

Roy kissed him, pushing his tongue in the hot mouth. They both breathed heavily through their nose, hearts beating fast, sticking together with sweat and Roy’s semen. Only when they calmed down a bit, Drake broke the kiss and pulled his hips back. “Amazing, baby…”

“Yeah,” was all Roy could manage at that moment. He groaned when the cock slid out, and saw Drake had put on a rubber while he’d sucked him. He smiled, closing his eyes. “I woke up the whole hotel, didn’t I…”

“I’m afraid so, beautiful.” Drake grinned, rolling over to leave the bed. He returned with a damp towel. “You screamed my name, so I don’t mind,” he added. He began to clean Roy’s belly and chest. “What do you want to do now?”

“Mmph…” Roy’s eyes fluttered close. He knew he had to leave the bed to return to his own room, but he couldn’t move. He mumbled something. He was almost sure he heard Drake answer, but when he opened his eyes, he realized he was lying between the bear’s arms in a dark room, and hours had passed.
He had to pee. His ass stung when he rolled over, reminding him of the immense pleasure. His cock remembered it too, and jerked up a bit. Slowly, unsteadily, he went to the bathroom and switched on the light. He grinned when he looked in the mirror. He looked like he just had great sex…

“If you want to brush your teeth, you can use mine,” said Drake quietly, also entering the bathroom. He leaned over the toilet, and pissed. “I’ve tasted your tongue already, so just use my toothbrush.”

Roy smiled at him, and nodded. When he tried to pee, he had to push his cock down, and focus real hard. “You make me horny,” he muttered. “Leave me alone, so I can piss.”

Drake laughed softly, not willing to leave. He washed his hands at the sink, deliberately showing his heavy curves. “You like bears, don’t you?”

“I more than just like them,” answered Roy. He finally finished, and flushed. “I goddamn love bears.” Stepping close to the man, he wrapped his arms around the waist. He had to look up to him. “And you are perfect,” he added with a whisper. Drake silenced him with a kiss, which he happily answered. Maybe he didn’t have to leave just yet?

Pushing towards the door, Drake forced Roy to leave the bathroom and go to the bed, kissing continually. He climbed on the mattress, pulling the smaller man with him, and lay atop of him. “I like it, that you like me. I think I’ll keep you here for tonight. What do you say?”

“I say you can have me,” smiled Roy. He caressed Drake’s face and short hair. “Do whatever you want, with me.”

In the morning, Roy woke up in the crumpled, sweaty bed, holding Drake’s arm between his hands. His muscles were warm and a little sore, his ass tingled, and his prostate was swollen. He sighed as he turned on his back, and looked at the ceiling with a stupid, pleased smile. What a night… He had done everything he ever fantasized about, and he had loved every second. Stretching like a content cat, Roy left the bed to take a shower. When he came back, Drake was sitting upright, smoking a cigar.

“Good morning, beautiful…” He blew the smoke away before Roy kissed him. “It’s late… We better hurry, or there will be no breakfast left.”

“I know. I have to see my friends too, or they will report me missing.” Roy dressed in the bathrobe. “What are you doing, later…?”

“Spend time with my brothers, I think.” Drake put his cigar in the ashtray, and climbed out of bed. “Obligations, eh? And you?”

Roy shrugged. “I don’t know what the other two want. I know we’ll go out tonight, so…” He shrugged again, pretending he didn’t care.

“Mm. So we won’t see each other tonight?” Drake nodded, also ending in a shrug. “Alright. It was nice, Roy…”

“Yes. It was very nice,” nodded Roy. He averted his eyes. “So… I’ll be going now. We’ll probably bump into each other again. Some day.”

“Probably.” As Roy opened the door, he heard Drake saying his name, and he turned. “Promise?”

Roy smiled faintly. “Promise to see each other again?” He rubbed a hand along Drake’s arm, looking up at him. “Would you like that?”

“Yes… I would like that very much.” Reaching out, the bear pulled Roy against his naked body, looking into his eyes. “Kiss me, and go, handsome. Before I keep you here.”

It was a long, warm kiss. When Roy finally left to dress up in his own room, he was hard again, and felt all fuzzy. Perhaps Drake was no one-night stand after all. Maybe he was a keeper… At least for as long as his vacation lasted. Two more weeks between the arms of a beautiful, tender bear. Roy loved the idea.

“You weren’t in your room, tonight!”
“We were worried sick… You and your nightly outings!”

Roy smiled kindly, even with his friends whispering angrily at him. “Sorry guys,” he mumbled. He patted Kevin on his arm, and smiled at Sander. “I wasn’t far, you know… Just a few doors away. I’m dying for a cup of coffee. Can I get you something?”

“A few doors away?” The boys stared at Roy when he walked to the buffet, and then at each other. “Doing what?” heard Roy. He stifled his smile. At the coffee corner, he saw Drake with his companion. They were whispering as urgently as his friends had done.

“We could clearly hear someone crying out your name,” muttered one of the men. They shuffled along the line, taking cups and pouring coffee. “My room is next to yours, and the walls are made of paper… What the hell have you been doing?”

“Having a good time,” shrugged Drake. He filled his cup, hiding his smile with obvious difficulty. As he saw Roy, his smile broke through, and he winked at him. “A real good time,” he added, “with a gorgeous guy.”

Roy blushed, quickly looking away. He felt Drake’s warmth when he poured the coffee, and almost dropped the pot when the man brushed a hand over his hip. “Bad boy,” he whispered.

“You bet,” replied Drake with a warm smile. As if nothing had happened, they continued walking, each in another direction.

"We've decided," said Sander when Roy returned with his breakfast. "We're going to spend more time together, the three of us. We've been neglecting you."

"Oh, you haven't been neglecting me," tried Roy. It was no use though; his friends insisted on spending more time with him. With a sigh, he gave in.