A Holiday to Homosexuality Pt. 01

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This is Part 1 of a 4 Part story

For as long as I can remember, Mark had always been single, though it remained a mystery to me and everyone else, he dated a lot but just never seemed to be in a serious relationship. Mark was in his early 20's, just as I was. But he was far more popular, over 6ft tall and was naturally blessed with a slim but toned body thanks to the endless marathons he seemed to be running.

It annoyed me how little effort he could put into almost everything, his hair was short and seemingly always messy, he often looked like he got dressed in the dark, yet, women seemed to adore him. The messier his hair was, the more they seemed to want to run their hands through it, the less effort he put into his appearance, the more tinder dates he seemed to go on. The times when I was with him and his running club friends, I had heard the occasional person refer to him behind his back as "donkey dick" or "long dong silver", I must admit even I laughed at the second one, but it seemed rude to me, and I never thought anymore of it.

"Look! I just don't have time to reply to them all" he told me one evening over a bottle of wine, showing me all the matches he'd had on Tinder that week.

"Why do you bother swiping right in the first place then?" I quizzed him, slightly annoyed as I watched him scroll through his matches, knowing I hadn't got as many matches as that even in the last 6 months of trying.

Maybe there was something wrong with me, I never used to find it hard getting a date, but since my last relationship ended a year ago, nothing. I'm a little shorter than Mark, but I work out, and have a toned, muscular body, short blonde hair with bluey green eyes, I just have to seem to put in much more effort with women. "You're just in a dry spell, it will end" Mark reassured me as he put his phone down, avoiding my question.

"So next week" he continued, "I didn't mention it, but Adam asked to come along, and I figured the three of us would be more fun, is that ok?"

"I don't mind, but you know the apartment is only two rooms, I don't know if I saw a sofa bed on the listing" I asked. In truth I did mind, I hadn't met Adam but I'd heard through our friendship group that he was turning up to various social events and taking over, and I was hoping for a relaxed holiday just sitting by the pool, drinking cocktails and a few nice meals out at some restaurants I'd researched on TripAdvisor.

"Yes I'm sure there is, it won't be a problem I told him he would have to be on the sofa and you wouldn't mind, he already suggested a few places we could visit."

Great, just what I didn't want, someone who I didn't really know, now arranging the itinerary for what was supposed to be my relaxing holiday with a friend.

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The week leading up the the holiday was pretty stressful for me, the "Majorca" WhatsApp group had been constantly buzzing with Adam's sharing of different bars and clubs we could visit. He even found somewhere that did a day long pool & foam party. Honestly my idea of holiday hell, loud music, drunk people and being constantly hungover.

I work in Cyber Security and work had been non-stop with a few late nights, so I hadn't even had time to respond between Adam suggesting booking tickets for a few of the events he'd found, and him booking them and telling us all how much we owed.

"I'm not sure this is what I had in mind when we originally booked this holiday" I messaged Mark separately when I finally got home just after 9pm and had read about all the money I now owed Adam.

"I know it's not, but think about how much more fun we'll have now not just sitting around all day and eating in those posh restaurants you found."

"I thought you were looking forward to some nice meals out" I sulkily replied.

Being single had taken its toll on me, I missed doing all the nice things you get to do in a couple, including eating at really nice restaurants, and I did think Mark felt the same.

"Sorry mate, either way we'll have a great time, besides, you never know who you might meet at these parties x"

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I was walking through the terminal, headed towards a Wetherspoons we'd agree to meet at. I arrived to be greeted by what seemed like an already very drunk Mark and Adam. "Hello!! So lovely to finally meet you" Adam slurred as he stood up to hug me.

He was...more than I'd imaged, he was wearing these tight pineapple print shorts, flip flops and a fairly tight vest that showed off his muscly chest and abs. His biceps were larger than mine, and I could see as he stood up his armpits were clean shaven. He did not look like the rest of our friends, who dressed far less flamboyantly. He clearly put a lot of effort into how he looked, his hair was styled and dark, he very well defined stubble and these sharp blue eyes.

"Its 4am" I sighed, "How many beers have you had?"

"Well y'know, we had a few cans on the train here", Mark looked embarrassed as I frowned at them.

"Okay well I'm heading for a piss, if the waitress comes over, just a black Americano for me please."

"Boring!" Adam declared loudly, and pranced along behind me as I headed for the toilets. As we got there I noticed a big queue outside the toilets. "I'm not following you I promise, I just gotta go too" Adam exclaimed loudly. Luckily the queue moved quite quickly so I didn't have to make small talk for long with this neanderthal for long.

I spotted a free urinal and headed over, I didn't like urinals, they always felt slightly uncouth to me, and I had issues with nerves. As I unzipped my fly the man next to me left, and Adam took his space. I saw in the corner of my eye as he pulled down those ridiculous pineapple print shorts, and couldn't help myself look as his penis flopped out. It must have been a solid 7 inches long, and the same again in girth as he struggled to wrap his hand around it and control his aim as he pissed. He clearly was drunk as he'd pulled his boxers down near to his knees.

I couldn't help admire it, he was completely shaved and I found myself mesmerised as he pulled back his foreskin to shake off the last drops of wee. His balls jiggled rhythmically as he waved his penis around like a fan.

"Are you going to go or what?" He said as he clearly noticed me looking at him.

"Yes. I am. I'm going" I replied, embarrassed. He then peered over my shoulder and it felt like an age that he stared at me as I nervously pulled on my dick and tried to angle myself so he couldn't see I wasn't pissing. I felt this strangle tingle in my stomach as he looked at my dick, it wasn't nearly as impressive as his, 5 inches in it's current state, but I was a grower, as my ex used to tell me.

"Hmm, not bad" he said before slapping me on the bum and strolled over to wash his hands. "Hurry though, your pint will be waiting!" He laughed

As I returned to our table, I did indeed have a beer waiting for me. "So they were out of coffee then?" I sarcastically asked Mark, who merely shrugged with a big grin on his face.

"Come on, we're going to have fun" Adam slapped me on the shoulder as I sat down, before taking a large slurp of his own lager.

Adam leaned over the table towards Mark, "So, still not able to hold onto a girl for more than 5 minutes?" he quizzed with a cheeky grin on his face. It was my turn to smirk at Adam who stuttered his way through a response about how he hadn't found the right person, and was focussing on work. Adam laughed at the that, "yeah yeah yeah, not the right person, you've been saying that for along as I've known you, you're not asexual are you? That would be a great shame" he questioned, still grinning from ear to ear. "Ha ha ha", Mark retorted.

Whilst Mark was defending the himself against Adam's interrogation I felt myself zoning out. I didn't like Adam, but I my mind kept drifting back to how beautiful his dick was, it was silky smooth and a single vein running along the shaft to where his hand had been placed whilst he had tried to control it. I like women, I've only ever liked women, but I couldn't explain it, I found myself imagining what it would feel like to hold it for him whilst he pissed, to pull his foreskin back and shake off his last drips, what it would be like just to weigh his balls in my hand, to taste it. I hadn't asked Mark, but I was sure Adam was at least Bi, to be honest I hadn't cared to know before now, but I couldn't help myself hoping he was, as much as it disgusted me.

"Hey, it's time to board, we're going" Mark was waving somewhat frantically in my face.

"Sorry guys, I was a million miles away, I'm still waking up" I excused myself from my growing fantasy.

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We had been in the air for nearly two hours. It had been a fairly uneventful flight, fortunately for everyone the stewardess had announced on take off that there was to be no alcohol served on the flight, which, judging by the groan he let out, put a pin in Adam's plans for the next 4 hours. Thankfully, not long after takeoff he also fell asleep "Enjoy it whilst you can, he's just recharging" Mark grinned at me from across the aisle, acknowledging he knew I still wasn't happy Adam was coming on holiday with us at all, but then why did he bring him? I couldn't work it out.

I started to read one of my books, "The Hard Thing About Hard Things", I'd been recommended it by a colleague. I scoffed to myself about the title and some of my earlier thoughts. Adam was fidgeting in his sleep and I couldn't help every now and then looking down at his lap, those pineapple print shorts didn't do much to hide what was underneath and every time Adam moved in his sleep there was a new angle to draw my attention, then he turned again and I could clearly see the head of his penis pressed up against the side of his shorts.

It was getting too much for me, I unbuckled my seatbelt and headed for the toilet. Vacant. Phew.

I urgently unzipped my trousers, the head of my now hard penis had managed to poke itself through the gap in my boxers, I pulled them down as fast as I could and my dick sprang free, it was twitching and pulsing as I wrapped my hand around it. I slowly pulled back my foreskin and began to stroke my hand up and down, up and down, slowly at first, I was savouring every motion. I glanced to the mirror on my right and angled myself so I could see my bum. It was looking as firm as ever, and so it should, I thought to myself, I'd been in the gym a lot since the breakup. I continued to admire it as I pulled on my dick, imagining Adam on his knees kissing & biting those cheeks, finding his way to my arsehole before greedily licking and sucking away.

I began to pump my hand up and down faster and faster. I cupped my balls with one hand and started massaging & tugging on my balls, all the time imagining Adam being there, ravaging me with his mouth. It wasn't long and I began to shudder and a warmth covered my hole body. I slammed a hand up against the wall for the extra support. Hot white jets of cum shot out the end of my penis, covering the toilet in front of me as I squeezed every last drop out, my whole body shuddered and pulsed with every last pump. As I composed myself and tidied up the mess, I wondered how I would get through the next few days without being taken over by that urge again. I'd just masturbated in a plane toilet for christ's sake, but I was as thrilled and breathless as I was disgusted.

As I strapped myself back in my seat, I wondered what had come over me, I felt repulsed, titillated, and somehow violated all at the same time. This man, this neanderthal that I didn't even like, had unbeknownst to him, inspired one of the best orgasms I've ever had, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to experience that again. I reasoned it must just be because I'd not had sex since the break up. It can't just be that though, I pondered. "Everything okay?" Mark asked from across the aisle. "Looking a little flustered there" he continued. "I'm fine, just want to get off this plane soon" I smiled.

It wasn't long before the seatbelt sign came on, and the aircraft started coming in to land. I again, found myself noticing the outline of Adam's cock in his shorts, I just couldn't seem to focus on anything else. I wanted to see it again. I was hungry for it. I had no idea how I was going to hide my desires for the next few days.

"Hey there, see something you like?" Adam stirred and caught me red handed. Shit. Was I that damn obvious?

To be continued...

總結
In this first part of a four-part story, the narrator reflects on his friend Mark, who, despite being attractive and popular with women, has never been in a serious relationship. Mark's carefree attitude and lack of effort in his appearance seem to attract women, much to the narrator's annoyance, especially as he struggles with dating after a recent breakup. As they prepare for a holiday in Majorca, Mark invites a new friend, Adam, to join them, which the narrator reluctantly accepts. Adam's enthusiastic planning for the trip, including loud parties and events, contrasts sharply with the narrator's desire for a relaxing getaway. Upon meeting Adam at the airport, the narrator is taken aback by Adam's flamboyant appearance and confidence. During a bathroom encounter, the narrator finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Adam, leading to confusing feelings about his own sexuality. As the flight progresses, the narrator grapples with his attraction to Adam while trying to focus on his book, setting the stage for a complicated holiday ahead.