So, me being the only gay in my straight friendship group, we had all decided to go on a holiday to Spain for a few days. Sounds good, I thought — I get to see all my sexy straight mates pretty much half naked in the sun. What more could I ask for?

So the time comes and we head away, having the best time — me and the lads in the pool, drinking, doing shots. I could see the more they drank, the looser they got. Messing around, joking… one of them even “jokingly” bent me over a sunbed, saying “this is how a Spanish lad is gonna have you tonight.” I shouted back “fuck yeah” and laughed.

The next evening, we were all back at the apartments, having a nap, showering, getting ready to head out. I had a bit of sunburn, so I put in the group chat asking if someone could come and put aftersun on my back. One of my sexy straight mates replied straight away: “yeah, I’ll be there in a second.”

I cracked the door open slightly and jumped into the shower. I heard him calling out, so I said “I’m in here, be out in a second.” Next thing I know, the door opens — he looks at me and his jaw drops.

“Holy fuck… are you really walking around with something that big?”

I laughed and said, “yeah, that’s why all the guys love me.”

He couldn’t believe it. He walked out and sat on the edge of my bed. I came out of the shower completely naked, just letting it hang. I could see he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

He started rubbing the aftersun into my back… then slowly all over. Before I knew it, things had shifted. I said, “what happens on holiday stays on holiday”… and suddenly he had my cock in his mouth.

The thought of my straight, muscular, tattooed mate doing that to me… fuck, I was bursting.

He seemed to enjoy it, but he stopped there that first time — I think he was a bit unsure.

But before the holiday ended, we all got completely drunk one night. The others went back early, but we stayed out. I knew that was going to be the night.

And it was.

We went back to my apartment. He took control, pushing me around, fucking me all over the place — even out on the balcony while our mates were passed out asleep next door. He had his hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t make a sound.

The whole situation — my “straight” mate losing control like that — had me weak.

He ended up finishing all over my face. We cleaned up, and he left.

Before he walked out, he looked at me and said:

“If you ever want this again… you don’t tell a fucking soul.”

And honestly?

I wanted it again.

So there was no way I was messing that up.

It’s been our best-kept secret ever since… and I fucking love it.