October last year I was staying at a gay hotel in Southern Spain. Told about it by a gay guy I met at a sauna in the UK, he said the owners were a British couple, a 68 yr old guy and his 29 yr old toy boy. I checked online and saw It was up in the hills 15 mins from the coast, very secluded with a small village 10 mins away, only 6 bedrooms, huge pool, gardens that went on forever, a bar and six or seven terraces and patios .......... some tucked away in the gardens for added privacy, which might be interesting. My flight got in at 22.00 so by the time I'd driven there it was late and after the older guy showed me to my room and I'd unpacked I went straight to bed. I woke early with a raging hard-on and heard voices outside. I put on a robe and opened the door to my patio, the sun already warming the tiles under my feet and watched a couple of young guys setting tables for breakfast under the trees. They were speaking Spanish, very fit in a lean, muscular way, tanned, dark hair, probably early 20's wearing tight vests and equally tight shorts. The image of the pair of them reaching over and bending over the tables as they did their work only increased the stiffness of my hard-on and as one passed me he saw the front of the robe jutting forward, smiled and said hello. 20 minutes later I was eating breakfast on the terrace and chatting with a couple who were on their third visit, two older guys in their 70's who'd been together for 30 yrs, Simon and Richard. They were very attractive, obviously monied and very flirty with me. They gave me all the tips for the area, bars and clubs to visit on the coast, which beaches were best for cruising and as I was alone, offered to take me round when they went into town. There were 8 other guys at breakfast, mainly couples or some in 4's, all checking the newcomer out. After breakfast I went back to my room to get changed. Before coming I'd bought some new briefs and shorts, sexy tight lycra, cire and nylon, in thong-style and high-cut shorts. Slipping on a pair of white lycra shorts I was already horny after the flirting at breakfast so lay on the bed, pulled my cock from the leg of the shorts and started wanking slowly with my eyes closed. One hand stroked my stomach then rolled a nipple as I worked the foreskin up and down my shaft. I was imagining the two old guys fondling me in the warm room with sun coming through the terrace doors and almost drifted to sleep my cock still rigid in my hand so didn't notice when one of the young guys from earlier came in through the terrace doors to clean the room. Opening my eyes he was just standing watching, a smile on his face, before he turned and left. Now I was even hornier thinking about his young body. Crossing the breakfast terrace, my hard-on very clearly bulging in my tight shorts I headed into the gardens, checking out the different patios and terraces, noting which were the most secluded and which could be overlooked. Finding a quiet spot I slipped off the shorts and lay down naked on a lounger to sunbathe and plan my next couple of days. It must have been an hour later when I heard other voices coming close and two guys walked by, smiling, saying hello, heading for another terrace and then Simon and Richard appeared, pulled a couple of loungers close and sat down to chat, flirting even more outrageously now that I was naked. Once they'd got settled Simon, commenting on my all-over tan, said I should put some sun-tan lotion on and volunteered with a grin to do it. I handed him a bottle and turning onto my stomach told him to go ahead. He had a wonderful touch, firm and still strong but not heavy-handed, slow circular motions, his fingers massaging the oil into my skin, then his palm working my thighs, back and finally arse cheeks. I lay there, eyes closed in the hot sun, enjoying his touch so much I had a hard-on again, so when he told me to roll over, so he could do my front, they both just stared at my rigid cock, looked at each other and smiled. He filled his palm with the warm oil and as I lay back down and closed my eyes he started at my ankles and began slowly working up my legs, along my thighs towards my balls. I felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, then down across my chest, nipples and stomach and realised Richard was at work on my upper body. I half opened my eyes and watched Simon pour the oil onto my cock and balls, feeling it run down my sac and trickle between my legs. As Richard pushed down on my tits, his nails purposely grazing my nipples, Simon cupped my balls and massaged the oil into them, then taking hold of my oily cock and pulling it towards him, straining it, suddenly lost hold and the oily shaft slapped back onto my belly. I watched as he held my cock firmly now, still massaging my oily balls as he leaned over, his head only inches from my cock and started to wank me really slowly, rolling the foreskin right back exposing the shining head. His face was inches from my cock and he stared at it intently as he wanked it, mesmerised by the glistening pole in his hand and the shining cum filled balls he squeezed and rolled. Richard, leaning over from behind me, was pinching my nipples now and as I felt Simon start to toss me faster I lifted my hips off the lounger towards his face and hearing him say 'Beautiful' I let a huge stream of spunk fly across my stomach, splashing my neck and chin ......... a weeks worth of warm cum juice I'd been saving. He drained my balls, working my cock until he was sure there was nothing more to cum, all the while so close I could feel his breath on my cock. I looked round and noticed through the bushes, the two guys who'd passed earlier watching from their sun-loungers on another patio and as Richard wiped the spunk from my body Simon went to the bar to get some drinks. Later that day I drove down to a cruising area at the beach they'd told me about. If you enjoyed leave me a comment and look for Part 2