by Jerry Cole
“I’ve missed you,” Sherman said as they slowly pulled away.
“I couldn’t tell.” Bradley’s eyes flicked down to Sherman’s crotch, where his cock had suddenly hardened; it pressed against the leg of his suit’s pants as if trying to break free.
“Fuck.” Sherman tried to push it down. “Don’t know where that came from – shit.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“Where’s mine?” Sherman demanded. He pointed at Bradley’s crotch, noting that there was nothing there.
Bradley laughed. “I’m saving it for later... jet lag?”
Sherman narrowed his eyes as if to judge Bradley. Bradley grimaced as if he had done the wrong thing. And then, as one, the two men burst into laughter. Any suggestion of tension at not having seen one another in four months was all but gone. That’s if it was even there in the first place.
What were Sherman and Bradley? Sherman wasn’t sure. And as he led Bradley out of the airport and to where he had his car ready to take them both to the 5-star resort he’d booked for them for the next week, Sherman ran a list of possibilities over in his head, trying desperately to come to some sort of conclusion.
He liked him. It was that simple.
Separated for the past four months, it was easy to write this whole thing off as a little bit of fun. They called once or twice a week, flirted, had some phone sex and spoke long into the night. But that was it. Living separately meant they had their own lives and when they weren’t on the phone to one another, it was like they didn’t exist.
But this was different. Seeing him face to face like this, smelling him, touching him, feeling him up close... Sherman sensed that by the time this week was over he and Bradley were going to be having a very difficult conversation.
But he tried not to let that get to him. That was for the future, and worrying about that now would destroy the present. And what a present it promised to be. As mentioned, Sherman had planned this entire week already, ensuring that it was going to be better than good, better than great, better than exceptional.
So many plans, but when they did arrive at the suite, when the bags were dropped on the floor, the air conditioning was thrown on and the travel clothes came off, there was only one thing both men felt like doing... and they wasted little to no time.
As far as Sherman was concerned, Bradley was a God; physically he was at the very least. His skin was tanned and smooth, his body looked like it had been carved from marble. And that cock...
“Wow!” Bradley yelped as Sherman pushed him toward the bed and started to hurriedly undress him like they were on a time crunch. “Eager much?”
“You have no idea,” Sherman growled as he dropped to his knees.
Bradley remained standing as Sherman wrenched down his boardshorts and released his cock. It was only semi-hard, but Sherman deigned to change that. He wrapped his hand around the veritable python and gave it a squeeze. Bradley’s body stiffened, as did his member, so he gave it another.
“There he is,” Sherman growled again. Bradley’s cock hardened like concrete in his hand. It stuck straight up, pointing right at Sherman’s face... his mouth... his tongue.
“Well?” Bradley queried as Sherman continued to stare.
In the lead up to this moment, Sherman had pictured how things would go down a million different times in a million different ways. Always, this moment was passionate, full of hunger and desire and want. The two men would embrace, kiss, hold one another and press their bodies together as they ravished one another again and again and again. It was perfect in his mind, like something one might see in a movie.
The actual act itself, here and now, was far different.
Sherman hungrily wrapped his thin lips around Brandley’s perfect dick. It was thicker than he remembered, so much so that he had to really stretch his mouth out to take the whole thing. But he did, pushing his face forward as far as he could, opening his throat at the same time and gagging for all his life.
“Mmmmmmm,” Bradley groaned. His hand wrapped around Sherman’s head and held him there, pushing him even further forward so his nose was pressed right into Bradley’s stomach. “Right there....”
He could feel Bradley’s piece pushing into the back of his throat. Drool spilled from the sides of his mouth, snot bubbled from his nose, air stopped entering his lungs. But he didn’t care. He held himself there, grabbing at Bradley’s balls and massaging them at the same time. And all the while, Bradley groaned and shook and howled into the sky.
The rest of the blowjob was just as messy, just as disorganized, just as wild. Bradley was soon laying on the bed completely naked, as Sherman licked up and down his shaft. As he did so, he somehow shuffled out of his own clothes, although he couldn’t remember doing it. The next thing he knew too, Bradley was reaching down and pulling his body toward his own head, looking just as eager.
Sherman obliged, happily straddling Bradley’s face right between his thighs. Bradley took him in his mouth with just as much enthusiasm, swallowing him whole and working his cock like a pro. It was a messy sixty-nine, with both men trying to get on top while refusing to let go of the other’s cock for even a moment. It was a mass of tongues, saliva, spitting and greedy hands. It was beyond incredible.
But that was only the beginning. Soon, Sherman was shuffling up on his knees and bending himself over the front of the bed. He looked over his shoulder, watching the God that was Bradley hurriedly grab for a condom and roll it over his head. As he did, Sherman marveled at the way the muscles in his abdomen and chest contracted and tightened; he looked like a fucking superhero.
A moment later and he was mounting Sherman. Sherman groaned as he felt Bradley’s member poke around his asshole. He perked his ass up more, pushing it back, moaning now as the head just started to push itself in. Bradley’s breath was hot on the back of his neck, a hand grabbed at his hair, teeth tore at his earlobes and exposed skin. And then, Bradley entered him.
Like with the blowjob, and just as with the sixty-nine, the sex that proceeded it was messy and disorganized. It was two men desperate for one another, neither giving a care for how they looked or how graceful they might have been. Bradley buried himself inside of Sherman, grabbed onto his hips and thrust back and forth like he had no control over himself. Sherman grabbed onto the bed sheets, bit into the pillow, tried not to cry out as this gorgeous individual had him.
In and out, in and out, Bradley slid himself. Every now and then he would spank Sherman’s round, little booty or just grab it and squeeze as hard as he could. Nails dragged themselves down his back, a hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it intermitted, hair was pulled, skin was torn. It was a scene.
Sherman came first. He had never been so hard, so turned on, so unable to control himself as he felt the urge to ejaculate suddenly hit him.
“I’m about to cum...” he moaned as Bradley continued to pound him. “I’m about to...”
“Cum for me,” Bradley growled into his ear. He then grabbed him by the back of the head and yanked him back. “Cum for me.”
“I am... I... I... am!” It was a huge load, bursting out the tip of his penis with unrelenting force. But when it was done with? Once he felt that release? His cock stayed hard. Not even a second had passed and he was ready to go again... and again... and again.
Sherman had been expecting his first time with Bradley to be one for the ages. He’d had no idea just how good it would be. Yes, it was messy. Yes, it was a little haphazard and unorganized. But also, yes, it was incredible. The two men had been back together for less than an hour and had already topped their absolute best time in Europe. At least Sherman saw it that way. What was even better was that they had an entire week together in Bali to try and outdo it. Sherman could not wait.
Chapter Eleven
It was about time that Bradley got himself to Bali. As an Australian, a week in Bali was seen as a right-of-passage; Bradley didn’t know a single other person who hadn’t bee
n at least once. Most of these were high school friends who first went when they turned eighteen, spent the week hitting the clubs and the beaches, only to return from the trip with a terrible sunburn, a bloated stomach, and some sort of alcohol poisoning. For this reason, the little island paradise had never much appealed to Bradley.
But drunk teens weren’t the only ones who went and indeed, even Bradley’s own mother had been as recently as three years earlier. She spent the week in a yoga retreat, upside down half the time doing breathing exercises while ensconced by lush green forestation and wildlife. She had described it as the trip of a lifetime and was insistent that if Bradley did go, he skip the clubs and hit the retreats. Somehow, Bradley doubted he’d be doing either.
As he prepared for the trip, Bradley did a little reading of his own on the tropical island and the one thing he learned was that Bali had a little something for everyone. Yes, there were the clubs, and yes there were the beaches, and yoga retreats, and jungle walks etc. But there was also five-star dining, there was some of the best snorkeling in the world, there were resorts finer than any Bradley had ever been to that existed solely to be lounged about in all day long, there were volcano hikes, hidden beaches, pools, camping trips, fishing expeditions, sailing boats for hire and... and... again, Bali literally had everything.
It was because Bali had everything, that Bradley deigned to do everything while he was there. The only catch being that Sherman had to do everything with him.
The first day was a free day, and Bradley decided he’d treat it as such. Seeing as he arrived in the early afternoon, and it was thus too late to go and do anything really, he elected that he and Sherman would spend the rest of the day in the room catching up on some much needed ‘them time.’
They did just that too, with the two of them not even bothering to suggest leaving the room until the next morning. Not that there was even a need to leave such a resplendent setting. It wasn’t quite as nice as the resort in Lisbon, but it was close enough. The room itself was much larger, with a bed that was so big Bradley assumed it had been made for orgies. In the bathroom was a hot tub, in the living room was a large TV with more channels than either man could be bothered to go through, and room service was just a phone call away.
“What do they have here?” Bradley asked soon after the two men had finished their first sexual romp of the trip... and then their second immediately after. It had been hours since Bradley last ate and he was famished.
“Everything,” Sherman shrugged. He lay across the bed, completely naked. For a moment, Bradley just stared at his lover’s naked torso, admiring it in its beauty and simplicity. There was nothing extraordinary about it, but he couldn't get enough.
“All right, Mr. Vague.”
“I’m serious.” Sherman shuffled up the bed and rested his head on Bradley’s shoulder. He gave it a light wet kiss. “Bali actually has some of the best food going – and this resort has it all. You do know how much this place is costing me?”
“I prefer to think of it as a sort of, all expenses paid vacation,” Bradley shrugged.
“Maybe for some,” Sherman winked and then fell back. “They have a website. Go check it out and then order one of everything – you know, we’re not leaving this room until tomorrow morning, right?”
“Fine by me,” Bradley growled. He dropped the phone and climbed back on top of Sherman. The food could wait. Sherman could not.
Their second day in Bali was a ‘tourist day,’ as Sherman was calling it. The two men were staying in a resort just north of Kuta, which had them at pretty much the center of everything. To the south were the beaches, to the north was the forest and jungle, and everywhere else was everything else. For their ‘tourist day’ north was on the agenda, which meant an early start.
“I thought vacations were about sleeping in and relaxing,” Bradley moaned as the two men waddled from their hotel room and toward where their scooters were parked.
“It’s 8am,” Sherman laughed.
“Right, it’s 8am,” Bradley repeated as if this was all the argument he needed. “Just because the sun is up, doesn’t mean I need to be.”
Bradley was only half-joking, of course. The two men had been awake since sunrise – for obvious reasons – and now that they’d showered, eaten, and planned their day, it was time to start living it.
So north they went, about an hour and thirty minutes north to be precise. But even that was enjoyable, as the two rode scooters the entire way. In the real world, scooters were a bit of a hassle and more trouble than they were worth. But in Bali, where road rules didn’t exist, they were as wild a time as one might imagine. Helmets were the only requirement, with literally everything else being on the menu.
For Bradley, a highlight was when he and Sherman raced one another along a long, open stretch of road bordered on both sides by endless rice fields.
“Come on! Is that all you’ve got?!” Bradley shouted as he came up beside Sherman. He blew him a kiss and then took off.
“Brad!” Sherman shouted after him. “That’s danger —” he didn’t hear the rest.
The sun was shining overhead, there wasn’t another car or scooter on the road, and for a moment it felt as if the two men were flying side-by-side. This was what getaways were supposed to be about.
As far as the actual day went, that was lovely too. The town the two were headed for was called Ubud, a jungle village since turned tourist hotspot. As well as its many yoga retreats and getaways (Bradley’s mom had stayed here for her entire trip), it also laid claim to Bali’s Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary, the famous Tegallalang Rice Terraces, elephant caves, the Campuhan Ridge Walk, temples, markets, coffee fields and more! Seriously the two men could have spent a week just in Ubud, checking out the sites. But they only had the day, so they crammed in as much as they possibly could. To say it was exhausting would be an understatement.
The following day was supposed to be more relaxing, even though it started earlier than the previous. Today, they were up at 7am and gone by 7:30! This time heading south for the beaches in Uluwatu.
“You’re going to thank me,” Sherman chuckled when he spotted the grumpy look on Bradley’s face. This was Bradley’s morning face, one which Sherman was very much starting to get used to. He tried his best to keep it at bay, but some things just weren’t possible.
“And if I don’t?”
Sherman shrugged. “I take refunds in the form of blowjobs and – ow!” he yelped when Bradley slapped at him.
Bradley wasn’t actually grumpy. In fact, he was in the best mood he’d been in in a long while. Even with all the travelling and excessive activities he was still uber relaxed and having the time of his life. The actual activities and sites were awesome. The fact he was doing it all with Sherman, was even better.
The beach that Sherman had picked out for he and Bradley was called Bingin Beach and it was famous for the very high cliff face that one had to climb down in order to reach it. It wasn’t so bad though, seeing as stone carved steps had long since been built up the side of this cliff for ease of access. Cafes and restaurants were also built into the cliff, providing both food and an exquisite view to go with.
The beach itself was gorgeous too. The sand was crystal white, the water was aqua blue, cafes that looked more like treehouses came right up to the water and although there were plenty of other tourist out and about, the beach still had the sensation of feeling isolated. Bradley and Sherman spent the entire day there, lying out in the sun, swimming, eating, drinking and even napping at one point.
“Have fun today?” Sherman checked as the sun set and the two men climbed the steep cliff back to their bikes.
It was a several minute hike up the cliff, so halfway the two stopped for a moment. They turned and looked back down the cliffside and over the water to where the sun was just now setting; it threw shades of magenta and orange over the blue ocean in what was truly a picturesque scene. Bradley had never seen anything so beautiful.
; “I did.” He reached out, took Sherman’s hand and gave it a kiss. “You weren’t bad either,” he then finished with a wink and another kiss.
Day three and day four were spent more locally, with the two men opting to make these days more ‘vacation friendly.’ What that simply meant was longer sleep-ins and a lot more lounging around the hotel... the bed in particular.
Day three started very late indeed... twice! They woke at 8am and where Sherman was all but ready to order breakfast in, Bradley had other ideas. He grabbed at Sherman, threw him on the bed and mounted him like a lion.
“Someone’s full of energy!” Sherman exclaimed excitedly as Bradley held him on the bed with one hand and started working his lips down his torso.
“I’m hungry,” Bradley said through kisses. “But not for food.”
Once they were done – or rather, once Bradley was done satisfying Sherman the only way he knew how – they ordered breakfast and ate it naked in bed. By the time they were done, it was nearing 10am and where Sherman was now well and truly ready to start the day, Bradley again had other ideas. He wrapped his arms around Sherman’s chest and pulled him back toward him at the head of the bed.
“Again?” Sherman asked with interest. Although his voice was a little wary, his very hard cock was indication that he wasn’t going to complain.
“Again and again,” Bradley growled into his ear and he proceeded to ravish him.
It was only after this second time that the two men finally left the suite, and by then it was lunch. The rest of the day was spent walking the streets of Kuta and then the shopping town to the north, Seminyak. They walked hand in hand and to anyone that saw them, would have looked like the happiest couple in the whole world. But they weren’t. They couldn’t be. And that’s just because they weren’t a couple.
It was on the fourth day that this fact really struck at Bradley. It was early in the morning and he was waiting for Sherman to finish in the shower so they could go to the pool. It was going to be a pool day, interspersed with cocktails, massages, sunbaking, and as much relaxing as possible. While Bradley waited for Sherman however, he went on the hotel’s website and filled out a feedback form.