Since arriving here, I’ve been hanging out with a couple of fellow Americans. It’s basically been me, Craig and Serg against the world. They’re such cool guys and though we haven’t really ever discussed it, I’m pretty sure they’re both into dudes as well. Craig, in particular, often catches my eye, then blushes. I swear that something happened earlier on during this trip with him and Cole. They once were really tight, but have barely spoken for about a week…

Yesterday afternoon we were heading back to the hostel after a little walk to the local village to a shop which turned out to be closed for the siesta. On the way back, in the baking sunshine, we saw a local boy sitting by the side of the road, watching us intently. He was covered in tattoos and initially looked like he was contemplating starting a fight, but it soon became clear that he was actually checking us out. He shouted over to us in Spanish, wanting to know if we were soldiers, which was cute. We told him we were Scouts and got to talking, and eventually we invited him back to the hostel to hang out.

His name is Angel. We chilled out on the terrace which has these awesome panoramic views of the forests of the national park, and after chatting for what seemed like forever, Angel picked up his water bottle and asked if we knew the bottle game. After a few moments of confusion, we realized that he was talking about “spin the bottle.” It’s all a bit high school, really, but the idea is that you spin the bottle on a table and if it stops spinning and the cap is facing you, you get asked if you want a truth or a dare.

It landed on Serg first and he requested a dare. I think we were all pretty astonished when Angel dared Serg to strip down to his underwear and even more amazed when Serg immediately stood up and did it. The sight of Serg slowly undoing his belt and cheekily pushing his shorts off was something I hadn’t quite expected to enjoy so much. I suddenly realized I was seeing my new friend in an entirely different light. Why had I never spotted how sexy he was before? He had a really good body on him, and he was wearing a pair of little black underwear which got me very hot under the collar.

Serg spun the bottle which, rather luckily, landed on Angel, who, unsurprisingly asked for a dare, and, even less surprisingly, was dared to take his clothes off, too! Frankly, it was the most I could do not to thrust my hand down my pants and start jerking there and then. Angel is very nicely put together. Olive skin, beautifully-sculpted chest… This was turning into my lucky day.

Then, horrifyingly, the bottle landed on me. I foolishly asked for a dare and was immediately instructed to take Serg’s underpants off—you know, with my own hands! I genuinely couldn’t look him in the eye, so I instead had to figure out whether to stare at his bulge or his super-cute butt. I took a deep breath and pulled his tight trunks down as quickly as I could. The raging hard-on between my legs was screaming at me to ravage him there and then, but I managed to keep it cool.

Then the bottle landed on me a second time. I took the dare, which, of course, was an order to undress. I tried to turn the striptease into a bit of a joke—largely because I was trying to buy enough time for my dick to retreat—but also because, ever since coming to Spain, I’ve been going commando. I knew that was going to raise a few eyebrows.

I spun the bottle next and it finally landed on Craig, who’d kept quiet up until that point. He opted for a dare, and before my brain had even had the chance to catch up with the words tumbling out of my mouth, I’d dared him to suck Serg’s dick! There was a sudden silence. I figured I must have overstepped the mark or misinterpreted the situation. I felt my face flushing red and was about to retract the comment when I realized that the Spanish air was working its lusty magic on the others as well…

Craig stood up, walked over to Serg and wrapped his lips around the rock-hard dick. Serg was left panting and gasping within seconds, nervously looking at us to check if it was okay for him to be in a state of mild ecstasy. Craig then suddenly stopped what he was doing and returned to his chair like nothing had happened, spinning the bottle, which landed on Serg again. Turnabout is fair play, so Craig instructed Serg to suck his dick. The sight of Serg gently going down on Craig’s massive boner will live with me for many years and return to me in countless fantasies.

Then it all kicked off. Craig got undressed and his huge dick was out and proud, and when the bottle landed on Angel again, Craig outrageously dared him to fuck Serg. To actually fuck him! The look on Serg’s face was priceless. He really wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but, those trade winds had whipped up once again and he was soon mounting the table, sticking his ass out for Angel to work over with his mouth and tongue. We’d only met the guy two hours before, we didn’t even know his last name, but now he was prepping Serg’s ass for penetration! Well, they do say a good Scout needs to be prepared for anything.

I caught Craig’s eye. I guess we were feeling like a pair of spare parts, so the two of us decided to make out, drawn to each other like metal to a magnet, no wonder with the sound of Serg gasping and moaning behind us. Moments later, Craig ordered me to get onto the table with Serg, and before I knew it, I was kissing Serg while Craig lined himself up behind me. It seemed that Angel had momentarily chickened out of fucking Serg, and it suddenly became all too clear that I was now being served up as the dish of the day. Angel got his mojo back and it was a free for all—a frenzied race between Angel and Craig to see who’d start banging first.

Craig won the race. He stood up and basically shoved his dick straight into me, making my eyes water. A couple of seconds later, Angel stood up and thrust his dick into Serg and suddenly we were both being fucked within an inch of our lives. Craig’s dick was so big; it took my breath away. I loved glancing across at Serg and seeing the look of pure bliss plastered across his face as Angel pumped him hard and fast. I wondered if I looked like that to him. I felt like I did, at least.

Craig and Angel then decided to swap places and before I could suggest a time out, the Spanish Stallion had put one leg up on the table and was rutting me like a dirty dog, panting and gasping as he flung himself into me with extreme force. On and on it went, first on our fronts and then on our backs, with Angel and Craig plainly trying to outdo each other with the speed and brutality of their strokes.

I knew one of us had to be about to shoot but I didn’t want it to be me. I was enjoying everything too much, but I couldn’t take my hand away from my dick. I looked up at the slutty tattoo inked around Angel’s neck, which, in that split second, turned me on more than anything I’ve ever looked at before.

I heard Serg yelling and knew he’d blown the first load. I looked across and saw jets of semen spewing out of his dick onto his stomach. The sight tipped me right over the edge. One more look up at Angel’s stunning face and I exploded everywhere. The feeling of my ass muscles going into an overdrive of twitching and contracting must have triggered Angel because, within seconds, he’d shot his load. I felt his cum racing inside me, marking me as his, at least for tonight.

Then all that remained was for Craig to shoot. He pulled out and started wildly jerking himself before squirting a fine display of cream all over Serg’s belly.

It became clear to us all that Angel needed to immediately sign up to become a Scout so that he could join us on the next stage of our epic adventure. We wanted him to show us everything he knew.