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It had been over a year since their last holiday, work commitments putting pay to any of their plans. Then Nicola’s workmate explained she had a family caravan in Scotland, and a short break seemed more than possible. Peter and Nicola had been together since university and moved in together soon after. Since graduating and finding employment, they had found themselves dropping into a rut, each day falling into the same routine. Their sex life equally had dropped off to the occasional effort but usually with minimum effort.Nicola had never been that actively sexual; she only had one boyfriend before Peter and was never keen on anything even slightly kinky. Peter, on the other hand, had quite an active sex life, various girls and in university a few drunken male escapades – just experimenting, he now resigned himself.The holiday might be a good way to re-energize the relationship and get some sparkle back into their sex life. Peter certainly hoped so. His popping upstairs to watch the football on the laptop was really an excuse to watch porn; luckily, Nicola knew nothing about football.His tastes had progressed over time and what once was straight porn now included BDSM, trans and gay porn; he especially liked to jack off to daddy gay porn. This had led him to join some gay sites under a pseudonym to chat to older gay men; he found the dominate tops got him so horny he Escort Sarıyer would stroke along as they chatted. On phone chats, he could barely last if they were verbal. It was his way of relieving his sexual tension before returning to sleep with Nicola.The trip down was stress-free as Nicola’s strength was her planning, everything packed and planned. She drove the long journey to Scotland along the route she picked and with her pre-planned rest breaks. When they arrived, it actually looked better than Peter expected; the caravans weren’t the tiny boxes he worried about.As they found their caravan they climbed the steps of the veranda and Nicole waved back to a large ginger-bearded man who sat outside his.After an early night, Peter woke up to laughter from outside and recognized one voice as Nicola. Peeping through the curtain, he saw Nicola with the large bearded man and a younger lad around nineteen. She returned smiling and reported that the man and his nephew had invited them for drinks later, which she’d accepted. Peter peered out again as the man patted the boy’s backside; that was never his nephew.”Jack and Kevin are their names, Jack’s the man and Kevin’s his nephew,” she explained. Peter pondered was she really this naive or just playing along with their game. “It starts at eight, smile, it might be fun.”When they arrived, Silivri escort bayan several people were around the campfire drinking and Peter nodded hello to them all. The bearded man was decked out in a kilt and t-shirt; he had an impressive red bushy beard and was passing out the drinks.”You must be wee Nicola’s man then,” he nodded towards her and passed Peter a lager.”Yes, I’m Peter.” He reached out his hand to him.It was engulfed in the bearded man’s huge hand. “I’m Jack,” he beamed. Peter nearly lost his balance from the vigorous shake. Jack was well over six feet, somewhere in his fifties and oozed masculinity. Nicola had been pulled aside to dance with the boy and was clearly enjoying herself.Jack stood next to Peter, hooking his arm around his shoulder. “You’re a lucky boy, Peter, she’s a great girl.” Peter smiled. “Yes, she is,” taking real enjoyment in her dancing, recoiling slightly from the squeeze.Jack’s arm slid down and rested on Peter’s arse, squeezing his cheek. “So is she, boy.”Peter attempted a smile, thinking Jack was playing a joke on him, but the hand didn’t move. In fact, the grip got harder; he was massaging his cheeks roughly. Peter stood paralyzed; his eyes scanned the other revelers to see if anyone was watching.Jack always pressed his chances with the newbies; if they reacted badly, he’d laugh it off Topkapı escort as a prank. No harm done. But every now and again he’d get a boy like this, no resistance. Just allowing a burly stranger to grope his arse, almost forcing him to really get a good grip on it. Judging by the growing bulge on the lad, more than enjoying it.”I think me and you are going to enjoy this holiday, laddie,” patting Peter on the arse. “Better hide that bulge from the girly, though,” he grinned as he rejoined the circle.Peter looked desperately for Nicola; had she seen? But Nicola was lost in her dancing with Kevin, the pair of them spinning each other around. Peter backed away from the fire; his face was flushed and he needed some air.~~~~~~~~~He was awoken by Nicola’s shoves and tried to concentrate as she told him she and Kevin were going to town to do some shopping. Who’s Kevin? he thought then remembered the camp twink boyfriend of the man who groped him. A wave of shame flooded through him, not helped by his stiffening cock.Nicola and Kevin both waved from the car at him and they disappeared from view, leaving only the muffled sound of bad pop music in the distance. Peter decided to keep a low profile, stay in the caravan and well away from that gay letch. A quick shower to wash away last night’s memories and waste the day watching tv.Peter stepped out the shower and dried himself off; wrapping the towel around his waist, he left the bathroom area. Jack sat there beaming at him, Peter’s laptop in his hand.”Interesting web history you have, Peter. Silverdaddies, Fabguys, Gaydar!”  rubbing his beard with a grin. “What sort of sites would they be? Does Nicola know about these?”

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