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The sun shone beautifully over San Juan by the time I exited the airport. After moving through security and declaring my intentions to the TSA officer, I searched for the limousine driver who held a placard that read ‘S. Drakos’. I ultimately found him smiling in my direction even before I approached. What a good eye on him. Then again, a Doberman/Great Dane hybrid in his early fifties wasn’t hard to spot in a crowd of tourists. “Welcome to San Juan, Mr. Drakos,” he greeted. I muttered a quick ‘thanks’ and followed him outside into the sweltering heat. I happily entered the limousine just as the jet lag started taking effect. The driver noticed my fatigue and didn’t speak, which I was eternally grateful for. Polite conversation wasn’t on my mind at the moment. At least, not yet, not when the flight across the Atlantic left me feeling like a hangover given form. As he brought me to the Airbnb beach house though, I had two objectives on my mind: texting everyone back home about my safe landing and taking a nap, in that order. It had been a stressful several months of work back on Diamandis Isle. Despite having my handsome lads to keep me company in bed, help me on rougher days, and the occasional nookie on the Greek mainland, my primary focus has been on making up for lost revenue. The economy wasn’t doing too well, which in turn affected clients, plus my own revenue. On some days, I rarely left my remote home office besides making the occasional in-person conference meeting. Anyway, my live-in Diamandis Boys noticed the smaller things. I’d started neglecting my workout routine, slowed down on having sex, and stayed up longer than usual, but not to party or host orgies. After a while, Cypress led the charge. They strongly urged me to take a personal holiday by myself. The kind where I didn’t need to worry about their itineraries, booking for several people, or cram what everyone wanted to do in a single vacation. Try as I might, they ended up convincing me I was overworked, though only after playfully suggesting that I was getting too old. What brats. Heh, I still loved them so much though, and they all made excellent points during their ‘intervention’. I initially considered Venice or Spain but instead decided to go further international and went with the American territory of Puerto Rico. A place I’d not been to in years. I was so excited preparing for the trip. Besides booking flight plans for the private jet, the beach house, packing my luggage, I also considered hooking up with the locals. I ended up perusing through my black book—a tiny handheld notebook I affectionately called my ‘Wicked Bible’—trying to remember who lived in Puerto Rico I could call up. Then, I remembered a certain pair of lovely red fruit bats: Diego and Julio. The Airbnb beach house was a magnificent piece of real estate, but it wasn’t on my mind. After giving a healthy tip to the limo driver, I stumbled inside and spent most of my first day catching up on jet lag before waking up to a gorgeous pre-evening sunset on the back porch. It turned the white sands red and the blue sky into clashing shades of purple and magenta. What a sight to wake up to! In the end, I was so distracted by soaking in the view that I didn’t look at my phone until the stars started to twinkle in the darkening sky. Once I glanced down at the tiny screen, I shifted through hours-old replies to texts that informed my lads and friends that I landed safely. One caught my eye, from Diego. “We’ll stop by around eight,” he teased. “He ready for a Puerto Rican welcome, Sebby!” Shit. It was half an hour to eight. Scrambling into the bathroom, I quickly unpacked my grooming supplies and showered thoroughly. The modern amenities such as a soap/fur conditioner dispenser and a built-in dryer within the large shower stall made cleaning myself much faster. It provided me ample time to thoroughly brush my dark cream and chocolate fur, freshen up with deodorant, some cologne, and even pick out some fetching clothes. I easily settled on wearing a loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt, plus blue swimming trunks. They emphasized my mature yet muscular body. The front door rang. I eagerly stepped into the foyer leading towards the living room and adjacent kitchen. Turning the knob, I opened the door wide and held my paws out to a duo of fruit bats in their mid-thirties. All three of us positively beamed at each other. “Sebby!” Diego leapt in my arms, kissing me on both cheeks as I did the same. He wore a pair of worn denim shorts that matched his dark blue irises and went really well with his T-shirt that sported the Puerto Rican flag. “¡Wepa! It’s good to see you!” “It’s been too long, Dee!” I laughed. The other red fruit bat dressed in the same denim shorts as well, but wore a casual striped blue shirt as well as sunglasses now nestled atop his nose. He took them off as he approached. “Don’t keep him all to yourself, sweetie!” Julio hugged me next, kissing me as well on both cheeks. I returned in kind. “Sebastian, you picked a hell of a time to suddenly stop by on our corner of the world!” “It’s been a hell of a time at work,” I admitted, “and I needed a vacation.” “At Cypress and the others’ insistence?” Julio coyly asked. “Sí,” I replied, giving them a quick, silent tour of the beach house, straight towards the kitchen where I started to make us some colorful mixed drinks from the available alcohol. The three of us ventured outside on the back porch, sat down on chairs with our drinks, and reminisced about recent events. “Now, mind telling me how you two have been doing? I can’t even remember the last time all three of us were in the same place at the same time…” I first encountered Julio and Diego during a retirement party for a mutual friend who left the hedge fund industry, then three more times at various conferences and shareholders meetings. We once again established a friendship after the duo invited me to a charity gala to raise money for victims of Hurricane Maria. I eventually invited them to join me on a sabbatical to Amsterdam, where we explored so many different vices. I witnessed Diego propose to Julio, got invited to their wedding several months later, and even agreed to let the sexy bats indulge in helping them with exploring an open marriage. Rather happily, I might add. “So, how’s work been for you lately, Seb?” Diego asked. “You know how it is,” I replied with a tired sigh. “The economy’s turbulent, which means losses in stock value, plus a few of my clients wanting their money back. I’ve been lucky in having the foresight not to make…certain investments that later folded once American tariffs took effect.” “We’ve felt it too,” Julio said. “But we still manage to find clients and work. And Diego still finds a way to spoil me rotten.” “Well,” Diego let out an amused giggle. “The sweetest smelling fruit’s a bit rotten—” “Seriously, Dee,” Julio chortled. “See what I have to put up with, Sebby? He’s—” “Cierra tu sucia bocina, chismoso,” Diego teased him in Spanish. “Hazme, Diego,” Julio replied in Spanish as well. Those unfamiliar with Spanish or the fruit bats would assume that they were arguing. They weren’t. This was their way of being flirtatious in front of other men. “Chicos, chicos, por favor,” I interrupted in Spanish as well, and continued to speak in English. “Why don’t we finish our drinks, and I’ll offer a proposal: I can spoil you two rotten for the evening, and Diego, I can think of a use for Julio’s ‘dirty little mouth’. Yes?” The two handsome bats exchanged excited, lecherous looks, then replied together with, “Sí, Papi.” Finishing my drink, I’d already wrapped my arms around their slender waists by the time they downed the rest of theirs. Diego giggled and Julio snickered excitedly from the alcohol, then leaned forward to share a wet kiss in front of me. The thin membranes of their wings did little to hide their dueling erections, both pressed together and silhouetted against the interior lights. Palming my crotch and suppressing a lustful grunt, I placed my empty glass on the deck’s central table and motioned for the couple to sit beside me. Diego noticed, gently encouraging Julio without breaking lip contact, and they both set their half-full glasses next to mine before parting their lips. They giggled, then each sat down on opposite knees like I were St. Nicholas about to listen to their wish lists. From the way they coyly curled against my chest, paws roaming under my shirt, their throats emitting loud chirps, and their cold noses nuzzling both sides of my strong chin, I certainly knew what to give them for an early Christmas. I kissed Julio first. He tasted like sweet tangerines and alcohol. Our lips pressed together as he moaned into my muzzle just as I did the same, his husband licking at my jugular. Diego’s soft whines indicated his growing needs, which I then felt compressed against my thigh and through his denim shorts. It must’ve been completely hard enough to be felt through the fabric. I broke away from Julio to give Diego his turn at making out with me, slipping my paw around Julio’s lower back and rubbing it affectionately to let him know—he wasn’t forgotten. Not when he started caressing my stomach and lapped at my neck as if he were about to bite down on it. As if he were about to suck me dry like a vampire bat instead of a fruit bat, not that the former actually did suck blood like centuries-long mythology and folklore implied. Speaking of which, Diego whispered a suggestion into my ear just as our salivating dance started to build. He wordlessly shed the rest of his clothing. I did too with the help of Julio, who took the time to greedily knead one of my butt cheeks before shedding his clothes as well. We stood stark naked in front of an empty beach and the rest of the world on a back porch of a beach house. One that had a roof on it with rafters. “Try not to fall, Dee,” Julio warned. Diego scoffed, preparing to jump up. “I always try not to, honey.” The red fruit bat unceremoniously jumped in the air and leapt upside down until his foot paws clutched the ceiling. He batted his wings for balance, apologizing to me profusely when one of his wing tips nearly swiped my chest. “S-Sorry, Seb!” I held a paw up, chuckling. “You’re good.” “Diego once nearly poked my eye out while attempting this,” Julio jested. Diego stick his tongue out, which I took as the opportunity to begin kissing the upside-down bat. Without a word, Julio walked up close to me. All three of our hardened cocks throbbed at once. The smell of musk easily overwhelmed the faint scent of Seabreeze wafting in our direction. The sounds of crashing waves nearby and faraway seagulls were drowned out by the bats’ moans, as well as mine. My tongue slow-danced luxuriously with Diego’s vulpine-like muzzle, one of his winged paws cupping my cheek as the other hung down to wrap around my left shoulder like a warm half-cape. Meanwhile, making sure not to bump his head against his husband’s, Julio grazed his bat fangs against my jugular, kissing beneath my chin before lowering and lowering until he knelt to the deck, audibly drooling as his fingers palmed my bulge. His fingers brushed against balls and a canine shaft that desperately wanted to emerge. I ignored chirping crickets in favor of relishing the sound of Julio’s chirps each time he nuzzled against my canine sheath, his nose poking and prodding between deep sniffs. He had a fetish for smelling musk, one I happily let him indulge in as I easterly made out with his other half. I parted for a moment to murmur, “Go ahead, Julio. You know you want to.” His nostrils flared sharply at my scent. His body tweaked in euphoric anticipation. Mine did too, having missed the sensation of a fruit bat nursing my dick. Diego snickered, adding, “Save some later for me, hun.” “Yessirs,” Julio moaning, kneeling down to graze his muzzle against my crotch, then slowly swallow my red length. “Oh God, it’s…Mmmmmnnnnn…” I had stopped comparing and contrasting the oral services of twinks a long time ago. Instead of thinking back all the time to lovers past and rating them on scales, I simply relished how experienced or inexperienced they were, rocking my hips and forth between those pretty lips. Mine kept pressing against Diego’s in a leisurely oral waltz. Yet I still multitasked with helping Julio swallow as much of my life as he desired, my right paw resting between his molten-hot ears and my other guiding his paw to the scrotum underneath my sheath, before lifting my digits up to cup Diego’s cheek. The rivaling sensations of one bat giving me an upside-down kiss, his cold nose touching my chin, as the other bat Licked and devoured my shaft. No, he worshiped it, running his ruffle lips up and down each inch between loud squeaks and chirping kisses that began vibrating through the musky, slick skin. They literally resonated like echoes from the tip of my dick to the balls of my shaft and up my spine. Diego was bold enough to start tweaking my nipples as if they were radio dials, eliciting grants of pleasure at the back of my throat, which I then returned with even thicker labs of my tongue. He pinched one and then the other. He twisted the other and then the next, rubbing both at the same time with his thumbs and pulling each experimentally. That left me vulnerable enough for him to nip my lower lip. “Ow,” I yelped, then laughed. “Damned vampire bat…” “You’re not bleeding,” Diego teased, licking his lips. “Want me to kiss it better?” I moaned at Julio’s deep throating, nodding. Diego swung forward to peck my lower lip, then effortlessly jumped down on the chair before stepping down and kneeling beside his husband. Together, they licked up and down opposite ends of my emerging shaft, turning my moans into verbal, growling delight. Their lathering tongues lathered every inch and radius of my sheath, and I drank in all the submissive pleasure they gave me while encouraging them to continue. “Oh God…” I shuddered. My paws rested between each of their ears, encouraging them to go faster, bolder, friskier. “Yessssss…Mmmmm…That’s right…Good little cocksuckers…” The words I next said were spoken in a mixture of German and Greek, followed by masculine gasps of pleasure, soon drowned out by deep snarls as I thrusted my hips harder until my balls churned. “Ahhhhhhgh!” Diego and Julio moaned around the DoberDane cock before them. They wrapped their wings around my bare buttocks, pulling me closer and encouraging me to pound my pelvis forward, deeper into their competing mouths. I gladly did, painting their muzzles in my steamy seed. My knot pulsed in the warm evening air, its itch satisfied by their saliva and wet kisses as they licked up as much of my cum as they could. They scooped up quite a bit with their dexterous tongues, then swallowed each savory bite before eventually kissing their way back to their feet, pulling me into a sensual hug while pressing both of her actions against my reemerging sheath. “Oh?” Julio giggled in astonishment. “That’s good to know…Age isn’t keeping you down after all this time.” “Smartass,” I snarled, smirking down at him and biting at one of his ears. A jolt of excitement throbbed through the bat’s hard-on. “I’m not that old.” “Oh?” Diego teased. “So, you can handle the rest of the evening with us?” My paws reached down to eagerly grope one of their ass cheeks. “We’re just getting started tonight, lads,” I darkly chuckled. “We have the entire weekend ahead of us…” After ten years of open marriage, their bat bussies stayed tight as ever, no matter the size of their toys or whoever they slept with on the tourist circuit. All the stress in my bones washed away that night, with every pounding and slobbery kiss we exchanged. Soon enough, I fucked Diego who in turn fucked Julio against the railing, and our grunts carried over the sounds of seagulls. Our cries of joy and ecstasy did not stop even once we reached our first climaxes for the night. I especially loved it when Diego clenched tightly around my nightstand kept fucking Julio even after I tied him and fed the fruit bats my dog cock. In return, I swallowed their loads too. A part of me didn’t know if I had neighbors or they did not mind the sight of me and my friends, having hot, sweaty beach sex behind the Airbnb house. We certainly weren’t quiet. Diego liked to loudly chirp between deep thrusts. Julio moaned like an opera singer. More than once, I found myself barking out a climax or three as I filled up one or both of the lads as we tumbled around with the sand and sea water coming to shore. Just around the time reached midnight, we ventured back inside and shower together, tiredly and drunkenly curling up on the master bed as the fruit bat couple shared me like a body pillow. The sounds of crashing Caribbean waves and distant feral seagulls lulled us to sleep. Diego and Julio cradled me in their wings at one point. We hugged close and murmured sweet nothings before finally going to our individual dreamlands. I fell asleep with a smile on my muzzle and two angels in my arms, nuzzles close to my broad chest for warmth. God, I loved Puerto Rico. God, I love Diego and Julio. God, I loved my vacation so far. My lads back in Greece were right; I needed it and planned to take full advantage of my time off.