Cum Addict

When Rick Sommers got a phone call offering him a free holiday on an Aegean island, including airfare, hotel and breakfasts for a seven days, he jumped at the opportunity. A colleague at work had booked the holiday and paid for it, but then was informed that he had to go to South Africa to open up a new company office.

Rick had a great flight to Athens, then two ferry rides to reach his final destination – the island of Yumnos. As he was getting off the boat he was somewhat surprised to see the workers on the quay were completely naked, well except for a tiny pouch thing to protect their balls. Behind them the crowd of people, some holding boards to identify the guests they were meeting, were also nude. Even some of the passengers began to peel off their clothes and yell in jubilation as they walked down the gang plank.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out this was a huge nudist colony. At this point he wasn’t sure if his colleague was a nudist, and had just forgot to mention it, or the whole thing was a big and somewhat expensive joke.

When he saw a very attractive young women, nude of course, holding a sign with his name on it he did begin to warm to the idea, thinking it probably wasn’t compulsory for tourists to strip down to the bone. How wrong he was. Sophia, the young woman who met him at the airport explained to him on the way that unless the temperature dropped, which it rarely did, you could get a ticket from the police who swaggered around starkers just wearing a gun belt.

It was certainly a new experience for Rick driving with a girl whose tits swayed so provocatively every time she changed gear. But the thought of going around bare ass himself didn’t appeal to him at all, he figured he’d have to take massive doses of Bromide to prevent his dick saluting every attractive young woman he passed. Add to this, a situation where a man and his curvaceous wife might be walking toward him on the street – it was difficult to imagine a husband appreciating his wife being given military honors by one eyed Pete.

When he entered the hotel the girl on reception, who sported a very perky pair, leaned over the counter to explain some of the amenities on the brochure. Her soft light brown nipples were just inches from his face and he felt his cock becoming increasingly rigid.

“Do you think it would be possible for me to leave my clothes on for a while,” he stammered, “So that I can get used to the idea?”

She wagged her finger disapprovingly,

“Mr Sommers, you must have realized what kind of place you were coming to when you booked your package,” she paused and glanced down at his crotch,

“Of course if you have a little cock that you’re ashamed to show in public the manager might giving you a little flap to wear over it.”

“I do not have a small cock,” he cried out rather loudly, attracting attention from some of the other guests. Then leaning a little closer to her he brought it down to a whisper, “When I was in boarding school I was regarded a being one of the best hung boys in my age group.”

“I look forward to seeing it Sir,” she smiled, handing his key.

On entering the room he was greeted by a large bare posterior. The middle-aged maid, who was behind schedule, hadn’t finished cleaning it and her hairy ass was sticking up in the air as she picked some bits off of the carpet. He noticed that his dick didn’t rise to the occasion but considering she looked like forty miles of bad road he thought that it was probably not a fair test of his self control.

After he’d settled in his room he fooled around for a time trying to figure out how he was going manage the situation. He had a lot of sex drive and even in the car he developed a boner watching Sophia depress the clutch but then he was wearing pants and had his hand luggage on his lap.

He lengthened the strap on his camera case and it did hang down to cover the right places but when he walked it banged violently against his balls. Rick was sure they’d be black and blue by the end of the day so he had to come up with something else. Now it just happened that he’d packed a rather large beach towel and by hanging it over his shoulder it draped nicely over his whole groin area. Confident he wouldn’t be breaking any rules, and feeling a little bit peckish, he decided to slip down to the restaurant.

On the way down stairs it seemed that he attracted more attention with the towel than without it. Couples nodded to each other knowingly and he had to fight off a little dog that grabbed the corner with its teeth and tried to tear it off of him. The owner of the viscous little canine smiled but he was in no mood to be social.

The pretty hostess at the dining room door informed him that he couldn’t take the towel to his table and he have to leave it with her. As a lot of the nudists were middle aged, fat and wrinkled, he was able to keep control without closing his eyes but the fucking waitresses all looked like beauty queens, naked ones at that.

When the diminutive perky breasted server took his order he moved his chair as far as he could under the table. This allowed him the luxury of developing a big boner without causing himself any embarrassment.

Just as he felt that he was getting control of the situation some fat old lady with a tits that hung over her belly button came in with her two daughters. Both of them were in their twenties, had two adorable sets of fun bags and neatly trimmed pussies. When they walked by him moving their delightfully round asses provocatively, his dick almost tipped the table over.

Now hot and bothered he placed the menu in front of his family jewels and made for the door to retrieve his towel. Almost everybody smiled as he passed them, including the hostess who draped his towel for him and relieved him of his Carte du Jour.

Poor Rick made straight for his room and was debating whether to just bail out and go back home when there was a knock at the door. Opening it cautiously it revealed a woman in her mid thirties. She was blonde, had a great figure and full luscious lips that parted sensuously when she smiled.

“My name’s Callie – can I come in?” she purred.

“Yes – I suppose so,” he said hesitantly, shielding his dick with a pillow he’d picked up when he heard the knock.

“I saw you in the restaurant and you seemed to have the same problem that a lot of the younger men have here – your penis won’t stay down.”

Rick nodded, wondering what she was getting at.

“If you’d allow me I think I could help you with your dilemma so that you can walk about freely without embarrassment, or the possibility that some jealous husband might re-arrange your features.”

“Are you a pusher – are you selling Bromide.”

“No I’m not a pusher – I’m a sucker – I’ll suck you off once or twice a day depending on your requirements – you pay me twenty five Euro each time and we’re both happy.”

Rick quickly did the math in his head and figured it would cost him about 350 Euro for the week, based on twice a day. It was just not a matter of reducing the risk of embarrassing erections – this girl was a really a doll, in fact his schlong was already paying its respects behind the pillow he was holding.

“And as there’s a little welcoming party tonight for the new guests,” she continued, “I would suggest that we start right away.”

As she moved forward Rick dropped the pillow, she shoved him onto the bed and within seconds she was kneeling between his legs. At first she gently scratched the insides of his thighs with her long finger nails and then moved up to his balls. She fondled them, she kissed them, she sucked them, until he thought he was going to cum any minute.

When her tongue began to tickle the eye of his cock he started to move his ass, anxious to indicate he was for her to engorge it.

However, Miss Fellatio knew her stuff and she wasn’t going to be hurried. Spitting on her hands she worked them both up and down his cock from the head to his balls and back again. It felt incredible but the best was to come, suddenly, without any warning, she bent forward and slipped it into her warm mouth as far as it would go.

Rick was breathing heavy, perspiring and mumbling incoherently as she continued to suck and fondle. When his balls began to tingle and he could feel his cum moving up he yelled out and grabbed onto her shoulders. Callie moved back, worked it with her hands, and let his goo fly all over her tits.

As he lay back panting, unable to move, she walked over to the dressing table.

“I writing down my cell number,” she said, “Just give me a call day or night, I’m always on standby, and I also give titty fucks for an extra ten euro.”

Staggering to his feet Rick handed her twenty five Euro plus five extra as a tip. With a new sense of confidence he went down to the little welcoming soiree. As most of the women were in the fat and ugly category it was only the waitresses that created a scrotal glow, but not wanting to take any chances he quickly phoned Callie and she relieved the pressure for him in the phone box in the reception area.

For the rest of the week every time a problem arose he’d call Callie. He had an absolutely fabulous vacation even though the cock sucking service ended up costing him almost a thousand Euro (a bit over his estimate).

As he was leaving he told the girl at the desk with the lovely nipples that everything had been most satisfactory and that he planned to cum again and again and again