Spanish Hospitality

As the boys walked down the streets of Barcelona, they couldn't help but notice the handsome muscly stranger staring down at them with a glimmer in his eye, who was wearing nothing more than a towel slung low around his waist. A patch of dark trimmed pubes showed slightly above the crisp white towel.

"It's almost like he is waiting on something or someone. I wonder what he wants?" Danny asked.

"Beats me," Aiden responded, shrugging his shoulders and daring not to smirk. Aiden knew exactly what he wanted.

"Hey, Danny. I'm not feeling all that well. I think I'm going to head back to the hotel and lay down for a little while. I hope you don't mind. We told Jenny and Beth we'd meet them at the old part of the city. You go without me. You just turn right up there and straight down about 5 blocks, the pub will be on the left" he added.

"Ok, we'll catch up later, I'm sure of it. Feel better," Danny said heading on without Aiden.

Once he was sure Danny couldn't see him anymore, Aiden looked up. "Dijiste que podía volver cuando quisiera. Ahora es un buen momento?" 

"Por supuesto, mi hermoso chico americano. A papá seguro que le encantaría un poco más de tu coño" the handsome stranger said grinning as he dropped his towel to reveal his swelling oversized member.

The handsome stranger had already fucked Aiden's pussy once with his beautiful uncut Spanish dick. And Aiden had every intention of him doing it again. As often as he wanted over his week long vacation. Running up the stairs to the open door Aiden ran in, "Papá follar mi coño."