Kevin and Trevor are best mates and have just arrived on Gran Canaria for a straight lads' holiday. They are sharing a bath before going out for their first night of clubbing...

Trevor started soaping himself up and Kevin just stayed still in the water, watching. When they were in the communal showers at the sports club it was different. There he was surrounded by at least ten other guys, messing about, grabbing each other between the legs, letting off steam and being suggestive without threat of anything queer being intended. But here, alone in a bath with his tall, fit mate, it was much more intimate. Too intimate maybe. Kevin could feel his cock starting to stir below the water line. ‘What’s the matter with me!’ he thought to himself. ‘This aint happened before.’

The other lad had stood up now and turned his back to Kevin as he rubbed shampoo through his long hair. Kevin just stared at the wide shoulders and the strong, dark back. And then he found his eyes straying down to Trevor’s toned backside and wondering what it would be like to touch another guy’s arse. Touch it gently, stroke it and maybe kiss it, not just slap it with a towel in post match horseplay.

‘Do me back mate?’ Trevor was asking. Kevin snapped back to where he was and, without thinking, stood up.

He realised that his cock was now standing out proud and solid. If Trevor turned round now he’d give Kevin a black eye and kick him out of the apartment for acting like a poof. But Kevin took the risk. He rubbed soap into his hands, told Trevor to stay where he was, facing away, and then started massaging the soap across his shoulders.

‘Cheers,’ the tall guy muttered. ‘Give us the soap.’

Kevin handed it to him over his shoulder and carried on rubbing his soapy hands down Trevor’s back and sides. Meanwhile Trevor was moving the soap across his chest and stomach. Kevin thought that he should say something; talk about where they were going to go later, or how many girls they were going to pull, but it didn’t seem right. The bathroom was silent save for the sounds of wet hands sliding over flesh and the satisfied little grunts of pleasure Trevor was making as he relaxed. Kevin was standing back a little way for fear that his cock would brush up against his mate and give himself away. As soon as he’d finished washing Trevor he would have to sit back in the water and stay there until Trev was out of the way. He watched his hands as they slid slowly down into the small of his mate’s back and then out and around his sides. He could feel the hip bones and realised that he was holding Trev from behind, like he was about to fuck him. He imagined pulling the other guy back towards him, seeing his six inches slide in between those tough cheeks and disappearing into the straight lad until his balls were slapping up against Trevor’s own.

‘Cheers mate.’ Trevor was turning around.

Kevin dropped back into the water so quickly that half a bath load went over the side.

‘Sorry, slipped,’ he said and checked that his cock was hidden below the bubbles.

That had been a close shave. Trevor stood in front of him now, his eyes closed as he massaged the shampoo through his dark hair again. Kevin couldn’t take his eyes from the other lad’s crotch. His uncut cock was hanging limp and long over his bollocks that hung down in their hairy sack. Soft, it was about as long as Kevin’s was when hard. And Kevin’s was still hard now. Hard and demanding to be handled. He slipped his hand under the water and wrapped his fist around his aching tool, desperate to jack it off so that these weird, queer feelings would leave him alone.

Trevor had finished with his hair and was rubbing the rest of the shampoo into the hair on his chest, then over his six-pack stomach and finally fingering it around his pubes. Kevin squeezed his cock, not wanting to give away what he was doing by making splashing sounds. He rubbed his slippery finger over the end of his tool just as Trevor soaped his balls, then he reached under, between his legs and rubbed suds in there too.

Kevin’s skin was tingling with nervousness and excitement. He wanted to toss off into the bath and see Trevor wash himself down with the water, he wanted to lean forward and take hold of the long shaft that hung a few inches away from him. He wanted to see what it felt like, wanted to trace the veins on it with his fingers and slide the foreskin back, kiss the large tip and take it into his mouth. And he had no idea why he was suddenly feeling like this. But he knew that if Trevor opened his eyes and saw him looking, saw him playing with himself as he watched his best mate, then he’d be in for a kicking. He knew that he’d be ready to come with only a couple of good jerks on his cock but couldn’t do it. It would make a noise and Trevor would know what he was doing. But if he slid his fingers back and forth below the water carefully and just a little harder…