Pol dropped to his knees between them, hands stroking both cocks as they hardened—one long and smooth, the other thick with a slight curve. Hands grabbed. Gay sex Just visiting,” Pol replied with a grin. One Italian grabbed his head, guiding him deeper, while the other pulled Pol’s shorts down and started fingering him, spit-slick and rough.Pol groaned around a cock in his mouth as fingers pressed into his tight hole. He grinned, his ass sore and body satisfied, but his head pounding from too many cocktails and too little water. His tan was deeper now, his muscles still pumped from the night’s exertion.That’s when he saw him.The poolside waiter.Tall, caramel-skinned, short dark curls, with arms that strained the sleeves of his white shirt. He liked the freedom—and he liked knowing he might catch someone’s eye if the night went right.Sitges was alive with heat, sound, and bodies. The Spanish blogger was in town for a weekend—ostensibly to write about the beach town’s nightlife for his travel blog, but he knew he was looking for more than just good cocktails and music.After dropping his backpack in a modest but stylish hotel by the promenade, he stripped down, admired his bronzed, muscular body in the mirror, and slipped into a short pair of denim
