Two Men and Me on That Trip to the Coast

In mid-October I signed up for one of those trips for retirees, the kind they organize at bargain prices when no one wants to leave home anymore. We set off from the bus station at first light, bound for the Levante coast. I ended up sitting next to an elderly lady who hardly opened her lips the whole way. When I settled in, I greeted her and offered her my seat by the window, but she shook her head without looking at me, as if the gesture made her uncomfortable. I spent the hours watching the landscape and leaving her in peace.

We arrived around one in the afternoon. We were handed our keys at reception and told lunch was at two. I went up to my room, unpacked, and got into the shower to wash off the weariness of the journey. I went down to the dining room with my hair still damp.

There was a small line at the door. I stood behind two men who were chatting to each other. When we reached the front, the maître asked whether the three of us were together.

—The two of us are, he isn’t —one of them clarified, indicating me with a friendly gesture.

—If you don’t mind sitting three at the same table, I can seat you now —said the maître—. If not, you’ll have to wait until a place opens up.

We looked at each other and, almost at the same time, said there was no problem. The man led us to the only free table, beside a window overlooking the promenade. We sat down and introduced ourselves.

—I’m Andrés, I just got here —I said.

—Ramón —the stockier one replied, holding out a broad, warm hand—. And this is Tomás. We’re leaving tomorrow.

A waitress set a bottle of wine and another of soda on the tablecloth. We poured ourselves some. Ramón raised his glass with a wide smile.

—Well then, let’s toast to meeting each other. To us.

—To us —Tomás and I repeated, and we drank.

We got up to fetch our food from the buffet. Each of us made up our own plate and we returned to the table. While we ate, the conversation flowed with that rare ease that comes between strangers who like each other from the first minute. At one point, Tomás put down his fork and looked at me curiously.

—So, are you here looking for a girlfriend?

—No, that’s not in my plans —I replied without drama—. A while ago I discovered other worlds that fill me more. No strings attached.

The two of them looked at each other. There was a brief silence, the kind that says more than words. Ramón leaned a little over the table.

—Well, well. Turns out you’re of our same kind. We get by without women, and truth is, we do just fine.

—You’re right —I said, holding their gaze—. I’ve had experiences with men that left me better off than anything else.

—We think we’re going to get along —they answered almost in unison, and the three of us laughed.

We finished lunch amid looks that lingered longer than they should and smiles that no longer hid anything.

***

When we left the dining room I told them I needed to rest, that getting up so early had left me shattered.

—How about we meet here around six and take a walk on the beach? —I suggested.

They thought it was a good idea. We parted in the corridor, each heading to our own room.

When I closed the door I undressed and got back under the hot water. I soaped myself slowly, running my hands over my body while I thought about them both. Tomás’s lean body, Ramón’s broad shoulders. I imagined myself holding one man’s cock while the other kissed me, and I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it. I got out of the shower, dried off, and lay naked on top of the bedspread. I fell asleep almost without realizing it.

I woke with a start. It was a quarter to six. I dressed hurriedly and went down to the lobby. There they were, waiting for me by the revolving door.

We walked along the sand with the sun already low, talking nonsense, laughing at nothing. The breeze carried the smell of salt and fried squid from the beach bars. We ended up on a narrow street full of bars.

—Feel like having a drink? My treat —I said.

We leaned against a bar and ordered three beers. We drank them unhurriedly, our knees brushing beneath the counter, until it was eight o’clock. We went back to the hotel in time for dinner. The dining room was half empty at that hour. The maître seated us at the same table and we ate while going over what we had seen on our walk.

Afterward we stayed a while on some sofas in the lobby. Around ten the music from the dance hall started up.

—Feel like dancing? —Tomás asked.

—Dancing isn’t really my thing —I said.

—And going up to our room for a while? —Ramón blurted out, lowering his voice.

—I’ve been waiting all afternoon for you to suggest it.

—Then not another word —Tomás said, standing up—. Let’s go.

***

As soon as the elevator door closed, Ramón grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me on the mouth. I responded by sliding my tongue into his just as the car jolted to a stop. We broke apart, breathless, and stepped out into the corridor. Tomás opened the room door and, with a hand on my back, pushed me inside.

—Make yourself comfortable —they said, and the two of them disappeared into the bathroom.

I took off my shirt and trousers. It was clear why we had come up. When they came out, they were completely naked and wrapped around each other, laughing like two kids. They flung themselves onto the bed and started kissing in front of me, shamelessly. I was hard just from looking at them.

—Don’t be shy —Tomás said, reaching one hand toward me—. Come here.

I took off my underwear and settled on the mattress. They told me to put myself in the middle, and they opened up to make room for me. I took both their cocks in my hands at once. Tomás’s was long and thin; Ramón’s, shorter and thicker, like mine. I stroked them slowly, feeling them harden in my fists, while they kissed my neck and ran their hands over my chest.

Tomás sat up and began licking my nipples, tracing circles with his tongue until my skin prickled. At the same time, Ramón moved down to my crotch and took my cock into his mouth. It was too much pleasure all at once. I closed my eyes and let them do as they pleased.

Then it was Tomás who offered me his. I sucked him eagerly; he was so long that swallowing him all the way took him deep into my throat. I did it slowly, using my tongue, and I could feel him shudder with every movement. He pulled it out to kiss me again, long and wet.

—Let me have him now —Ramón asked.

Tomás moved aside and Ramón positioned himself over me, the other way around, so we could suck each other off at the same time. While I did, I fondled his balls and moved my fingers farther back, drawing circles at his entrance until one finger slipped inside. He shuddered all over.

For his part, Tomás smeared my entrance with a little cold gel and started working me carefully, first one finger, then two. When he felt I was ready, he entered me in one long thrust. I let out a moan against Ramón’s skin. Tomás went in and out at a slow, deep rhythm that made my back arch.

We changed positions. Now I was the one fucking Ramón while he sucked Tomás off and the three of us sought each other’s mouths however we could. I started to feel myself nearing the end and pulled out in time.

—Empty yourself in his mouth —said Tomás, stepping aside.

I sat up and slid it between Ramón’s lips. He sucked me with hunger until I came, holding my hips with both hands. Tomás held my head and brought it close to Ramón’s.

—Clean him well —he murmured.

I licked Ramón’s lips until they were clean, and he opened my mouth so mine could meet his. I let myself fall onto the bed, still trembling.

But they weren’t finished. Ramón opened my legs and shoved his thick cock into me in one go. He fucked me harder and with more rhythm than Tomás, and my whole body writhed beneath his. At the same time, Tomás offered me his and I sucked him off again, this time desperately, until he shuddered and emptied himself while he was inside my mouth. I swallowed the first surge and let him finish over my lips. I cleaned his cock with my tongue.

Ramón held out a little longer. When he was about to come, he pulled out, climbed up over my chest, and shot against my open mouth. I swallowed what I could and ran my tongue over him so as not to leave a trace.

The three of us lay there, sweaty, catching our breath.

—It’s been years since I had such a good time —I confessed, still short of breath.

—Neither have we —said Ramón, giving me a slow kiss on the temple.

***

The dance hall music had died away long before. There was no sound in the corridors.

—Feel like we shower together? —Tomás asked.

The three of us got into the bathtub. We wet each other down and soaped each other up, lingering over every pass longer than necessary, no urgency left now, just for the pleasure of touching. Then we rinsed off and dried ourselves amid soft laughter.

It was past twelve-thirty. I got dressed, kissed them both at the door, and went back to my room down the dim corridor. I got into bed and slept as I hadn’t slept in a long time.

The next morning I went down to the lobby and saw the piled-up suitcases of those who were leaving. I went into the dining room and there they were, having breakfast. I went over, greeted them, and we exchanged phone numbers. We laughed a little more, promising each other that if chance ever brought us together again on one of those trips, we wouldn’t hesitate for a second.

I left the hotel with my suitcase on my shoulder and the certainty that that destination, which I had chosen almost out of boredom, had given me much more than I expected. Sometimes the best encounters come when you’re no longer looking for them.