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Delaware isn't known for much. Maybe their beaches, President Biden, and the small size. Yet this was the first state of the original thirteen to sign the constitution. 1787 might sound like a long time ago, but it really is a microcosm of nothing compared, to the hundred thousand years humans have existed. If you think about earths age of 4.5 billion years or so, this was literally yesterday. Those men wearing wigs and with quill pens, and now my roommate Duoy and I booked our Bethany Beach trip on the internet. We were more than roommates after our college educations, but best friends in every regard. Living near Baltimore now, we both had promising careers in Charm City, we shared a two bedroom apartment.
Like most guys in their early 20's, we weren't exactly bringing in lots of money. Yet by pooling our resources, we did alright and often took turns cooking dinner. I was the lucky one as Duoy was a first generation Vietnamese American, while my British American parents had taught me minimal cooking. This wasn't to say I didn't try new recipes, and I was able to cook some delicious meals with the slow cooker. Yet Duoy cooked all kinds of tasty Vietnamese pho dishes, and also was gifted with culinary skills that far encompassed mine. Quite often I'd agree to clean up and other chores, for his off the hook tasty dumplings and spicy chicken.
True we did sometimes save up to eat out. Baltimore County had a lot of variety, and Mario's was one of our favorite Italian restaurants. It was another American success story, as the owner had left Italy, and brought his talents to this restaurant that could best be described as a "hole in the wall." Yet his delicious meals, generous portions, service, and prices brought us and others to be regulars. Here was one place we splurged a bit, as Duoy and I would eat here quite often. Sometimes his college sister would join us, and one night she had us both laughing as she figured us out. We were more than best friends, we also were lovers. For his work in a classified position, sadly we had to keep our passion on the down low, but Hue knew all along. She promised us "our relationship was a secret," and Duoy breathed a sense of relief, as his parents wouldn't appreciate it.
They were not overtly hateful, but very biased. In Vietnamese culture the oldest male is supposed to be the responsible one. With these duties comes finding a suitable wife, and having lots of children. This has a lot to die with multiple invasions of that country, and religious missionaries changing some Buddhist views to more Catholic style. Sure I had spent time with his family, and they were very polite to me, but I also received a lot of questioning from them about finding a wife and children. Inside I was busting out, as the only children I had produced, were in their sons mouth or asshole. He was very sexy, and it was so difficult to maintain this facade, as I always wanted to be with him. This upcoming weekend would allow for that.
Duoy had been working a lot of hours for his agency. More often than not, he came home late and slept in his bedroom. As he slept in, I'd be off to my first year as a high school history teacher. It had been a mixed bag. My principal Dr Lewis had helped with my confidence, as she herself was young, and it helped she also was a fellow University of Maryland Terrapin. To her credit she had teachers mentor me, and the feedback I got from students and their parents was positive. Admittedly I was cruising on easy street in the upscale part of the city, so my students didn't have to many discipline problems. Sure they were a little entitled, but most of them were genuinely interested in American history.
I was lucky that Dr Lewis allowed flexibility. Instead of sticking completely with the county and state curriculum, she allowed me to discuss the Tulsa and Florida riots, that showed racism was very much an issue with recent events. It was a thrilling project, to see students understand what this, and the Freddie Gray and George Floyd incidents had in common. Quite often these young folks would discuss, the bringing down of confederate statues. There were frank discussions, and my policy was always to "speak your mind, but be prepared with evidence." Some of my students ran with this, and it was obvious some of them would be lawyers one day. Their unvarnished naivety was inspiring, and I hoped they'd be more successful, than our generation had been with human rights for all.
Duoy always wore the same gray suits to work. He was able to tell me, that a lot of his day involved computer and communication technology. I learned about some of his colleagues funny habits. It sounded like a quirky bunch. My fellow educators weren't all that exciting, but I liked being able to dress business casual. Slacks and a clearance shirt from Jos A Bank worked well. I was wearing $35 to $45 worth of clothes, and looking fairly sharp with my 6'3 muscular frame. Sometimes finding clearance wasn't easy with my size, but a bit of determination helped, as did having a fellow classmate working in their sales division.
I enjoyed my 40 hour work week, but it was time for a break. It was more than that with grading papers, along with licensure classes and the like. The covid internet classes were wearing me out. Actually all employees of the school district. The fatigue from the virus, plus three hour long programs about "safety " were yawn inducing. Lots of coffee cups were drank. Still Duoy had it far worse, and he kissed me as well as thanking me profusely one morning, for agreeing to book our hotel for Bethany Beach. "My pleasure," as we hugged and kissed more. Why did he have to go to work again, as his lips felt amazing as we kissed, and as I touched his spiky hair. He smelled so sexy. I was pent up and knew he was too, and while I knew we'd walk the beach and the like, there was going to be some drinking and sexual tension released. Watching him walk away, and getting into his well used Civic, I knew he was thinking along similar lines.
"Those apple bottom jeans," played out of the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen. That was the same song we heard, as we met at the Delta house off campus. That frat location was the place to be, and although not a member, several of my friends were high up in this Greek organization. As I drank who knows how many jungle juices, I saw this very sexy clean shaven Asian guy. He looked familiar. Then again I was drunk, but he was from on campus. I introduced myself to him. "I'm Duoy." He had a wonderful smile, and was looking sexy decked to the nines. Standing in at maybe 5'6, he exuded silent confidence. As we drank together, I noticed he was eyeing me up and down. That grain alcohol was really strong.
The party scene was pumping, as rap music cranked so hard the walls vibrated. Just like other frat parties, things started to get out of control. Next to us was a half naked woman blowing what appeared to be her boyfriend, and everyone was in a circle as they were oblivious to the crowd watching. The black girl had his white penis all the way in her mouth, and I admired her skill as she gently nestled his balls, as her tongue and lips moved in tandem. They were so wasted, but even in my last dash of sobriety I realized she was able to really give good head. It had been sometime since I had, and I tried to catch each image for future memory. That's when the police came in, and crashed our party that, allowed us to relax from the rigors of academics. Both county and campus officers were there, doing their usual threaten with arrest routine, as we all dispersed in a thousand directions.
Drunk and confused, Duoy was trashed as well. He was giggling. A silly drunk. I went up to him and said, "want to walk back to campus together?" We did the usual look left and right twenty times, before we crossed a street. Booze was very much slowing down our coordination, so at least we were able to use what little reasoning our brains had left. It was a warm morning and Duoy asked me, "want to come to my dorm room and drink some more?" "Sure." We arrived at Annapolis Hall, which was only two buildings down from my Salisbury. He was a political science and computer science student, so that was why he looked familiar. We were in the same psychology elective with two hundred others.
His dorm room had another bed. "Rob is out this weekend with his girlfriend." Looking at their pictures, they were an attractive couple. They had that aura that screamed "will be married." As Duoy went to his little fridge, he poured in soda and mixed it with Jack Daniels. Oh yes now the buzz was starting to come back. What an immaculate feeling, to be animated yet sedated, with everything slowing down. Duoy was telling me something, and I followed him with rapt attention. Duoy was very charming in a subtle way, and soon he said "I'm going to get into just my boxers if okay with you." "I will as well as it's hot in here."
Not even a half hour later, we were watching a movie, and out of nowhere we were completely naked. We were standing together, kissing, and rubbing our penises together. It felt so good, and in our drunken inhibitions, everything was thrown to the way side. He was smooth all over, and I was gravitating towards that attractive shaved small penis. Touching him he sat down on the couch. Moaning he offered no resistance, as I gently massaged his equally small but shaved so pretty testicles. They were so sensitive, and I without thinking took him in my mouth. Massaging his testes like the woman did, he was arching his back. Smiling and moaning. I took his diminutive but really cute penis all the way into my mouth, and he held on to my platinum blonde hair as I corralled him with my lips. Locking on his cock, I was able to get him in my mouth completely.
Soon he was in between my legs. Rubbing my eight inch cock his Asian eyes got really big. "I've never seen a bigger cock. You are huge." Smiling I watched his small hands wrapped around my monster. Right there as his mouth went down, I knew instinctively I wasn't his first. He really knew how to satisfy me, and my toes and fingers curled as I became lost to his saliva and lips. Oh my this was electric. I was in another place, as all worries dissipated, and watching him with my penis was the ultimate turn on. He gave me a blowjob of the ages, and as my precum was on his lips he breathed out and said, "I want you."
Mere seconds later I was fingering and lubing his ass. Such a nice bootie. He really was smooth all over, and I couldn't wait to experience him. His hole was so tight, and with his near feminine moans, I became even more aroused. Fingering him and kissing, we finally joined one another in the quest other gay men had been enjoying for thousands of years. I took him from behind. His knees on the couch, I gently penetrated him a inch at a time. He had been fucked before, but I was going to get the tightest ride of my life. All of my lovers were tight, but this was uncharted territory, as Duoy's cheeks up were shaking from the insertion done so far. He was doing all he could to allow me access, but the size of my penis was something he wasn't accustomed to.
Our first experience together was electric though. I penetrated him after considerable time and effort. Eventually his feet were on my jagged built shoulders, and I watched my sex organ go into his hole. He was moaning as was I, as the gay mating call had begun as our two had become one. Playing with his penis, I gently moved in further, and also held on to his hips. The sights and sounds of lube traveling with my genitals was hot, and the smell of our sweat and sex was aromatic. Hearing him moan as I pushed in further, I was tending up, and couldn't take it any longer. The whirlwind session finished as I came in his tight hole, and my face made multiple contortions. My cum was in him, and I sat him next to me, looking into his tired but sensual eyes. Kissing I jerked him off, with his hot white cum on my fingers. Then we passed out.
Several years later he was driving to a undisclosed location, and I was filling up my dollar store mug with coffee. This piece of garbage had worked well until recently, but started to leak on my beat up Ford Edge's console. I wasn't pleased as the car didn't need to look worse. It was a beater, and I knew that eventually, I'd have to get a new ride. Duoys friend was a car dealer, so I knew I'd get a decent deal. Teachers aren't millionaires. At least the ones I knew, and Dr Lewis's salary was public info. Triple digits but considering our area's cost of living, I didn't see her with a German car anytime soon.
Friday had finally rolled around. As usual my classes were chaotic. Being not much older than the students, I understood far too well. They were going to be out this weekend too, probably drinking and smoking weed. If it was my preference they'd go with weed, as drinking did far more damage. I did my best to calm the savage beasts, but only so much could be done. They were amped up, but it was good to get in some exercises on the 1964 civil rights and voting act. It horrified and shocked my students that LBJ used the "N word " so freely, but I reminded them that this was far too common even nowadays. That words have value, and people should be treated with dignity and humanity. A week done, and upon a quick commute back to the apartment, I grabbed Duoy and my stuff to go in the car. Checking quickly I noticed he was bringing the jock strap I had requested along with the warming lube. He was going to need it. Also the knee high fish net stockings. This was going to be a fun trip, and just what both of us needed.
Due to it being off season, I had been able to get us a beachfront hotel at reasonable cost. We would be able to dine, and also visit Fort Miles Historical area. Right off the Lewes beach close by, Duoy had been joking with me about my history "nerd time." Yet I knew he was interested deep down, and he would like the observation towers at least. It was an area many on the east coast, were not aware that existed, but during World War 2 it has been a hotbed of activity. Duoy's car pulled in on time, and he went into the apartment quick. Within fifteen minutes he was back in, wearing sweatpants and a tshirt. He was right, time for us to chill.
Baltimore and Annapolis can be unique for traffic. It's hit or miss. Yet we were chugging along to past Ocean City, and were in Delaware so quickly. Parking the car, Duoy and I checked in at the inn. For those who aren't familiar, Bethany Beach is very LGBT friendly, and the establishment I had us in was gay owned. They definitely had the bright colors and decor down, and walking in Duoy loosened up a lot. Here it was okay to hold hands, to kiss in public, and to embrace. It was liberating for both of us, and Mark at the front desk was very sweet. He upgraded us to the top floor room, which had extra amenities. Both Duoy and I were very grateful.
As soon as we got in the room, we liked the green paint, and the comfortable looking king bed and TV set up. Yet as I tried to get a view of the Atlantic, Duoy started to unzip my pants. What was this all about? We were set to get some seafood, but Duoy lowered me into the bed and said, "you need a blowjob baby, then we will eat." I couldn't resist and in what seemed to be mere minutes, I had a solid orgasm and Duoy was licking his lips. "Later on I do expect you to make love to me though." Sure thing!
Morgan's Seafood was as good as advertised. We had a nice table looking over the beach, and the evening lights showed us the sea was rather ferocious. Amazing to think 75% of the globe was water, and that humans knew more about space than the oceans. Duoy and I had a nice conversation, as we recently watched the Disney Classic "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." It was old and cheesy, but we both liked the story and musical notes that went with it. Duoy found the actor who played Captain Nemo diabolically brilliant, and I had to admit a excellent performance. As we dined on salmon we got lost in each other's eyes. I asked for the check, and decided we should take a walk by the ocean.
Waves crashing had always been my favorite sound. Duoy knew this and held my hand, as we walked by the mighty ocean. He made me laugh, as he brought up Jaws and "You're going to need a bigger boat." That was an old one too. Then again his knowledge of all things cultural defied his 24 years of life. We had met at college, and here we were at the hub of evolution. Millions of years ago, some creature grew legs and breathed oxygen out of the water for the first time. Was Darwin really correct? Also we're we as insignificant as the heads of sand our shoes walked upon? It was deep thinking but I smiled. Having Duoy with me, we smiled, and soon behind a dune we kissed and embraced to the sounds of Mother Nature.
Somehow with only a glass of wine each, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Dinner had been good, and perhaps it was our bodies way of saying "relax." We woke up together. Kissing and hugging, it was getting cooler out. Duoy and I made our way back to the hotel, and opened up the champagne bottle left for us by Mark. He was so thoughtful. Soon we were very relaxed, and I put on some music for Duoy and I to dance together with. We did for some time, but that mischievous look crept across his eyes. He was so easy to read, and without a word he closed the bedroom door. I snapped my knuckles as I was ready, and even more after having watched his hips sashay in my strong hands to the melodies.
There he was in our living room, wearing the tight little orange shorts, and fishnet stockings. His smooth legs made me twitch as I knew what I had to do. Him. I smelled his feminine perfume and pushed him into the room, grabbing his ass as we kissed. So passionately and warm. I touched his nipples in a circular pattern, and did the same to the back of his neck, and could see that 4" bulge out of the tight shorts. Taking the fishnets off, I pulled his shorts away from him too. Now under the light I saw exactly what I wanted. Duoy was wearing the black leather jock strap, with the holes for his hard penis and shaved balls to go through. Kissing he moaned as I gently palmed his very warm nuts in my hands. He had the most sensitive balls, and as I stroked his clay hard penis, he knew what was coming his way. I so loved him and how he felt in my hands, mouth, and that I loved to suck the salt and sweat from all over his body. Tight and athletic, he was going to get tagged properly.
That succulent aroma off of him, the fragrance and his pheromones. Completely vulnerable as I knew what to expect when I turned him around. My ass. Oh yes and as we kissed, I picked him up and eventually landed on the bed with him. Kissing and licking, touching him everywhere he was lit as the illuminated sun as I took his precum oozing penis in my mouth. Up and down I was delighted to deep throat him. I sucked his beyond aware balls, and turned him over licking that hole with my tongue so long that it went on forever. He was literally gasping and I had somehow taken my clothes off, as my pants and underwear couldn't be bothered to hold in my hard penis anymore. I got turned on seeing the dry cum marks from where earlier Duoy had sucked me off, and as I licked his ass he was begging me to fuck him.
My fingers and lube made their inevitable way inside of him. He was literally using every muscle to grab on my fingers. Those kegel exercises were no joke. Lubing his insides, I made sure to feel up his smooth ass. He had that peach that all of us want. Perfect and so succulent. I loved the taste of him in my mouth, and I had him sit up on his knees. He was going to get it doggie style, and this way was good to introduce him to my eight inches of thick white cock that disappeared in his skin tone. Holding on to his waist he gasped as maybe I got too excited, so I was more careful with my movements. Inch by inch we had done in, and now my very large low hanging balls were the only thing stopping further penetration. Duoy muffled "I love your balls on my ass. It's so good to be full of you." This turned me on even more, and soon there was a connection of alpha and beta fucking like the primates we were.
The bed creaked. The stories it could tell. He was now riding me, his feet on my legs as he controlled the up and down motion or our mating ritual. His pushing down and clamping on my cock drove me to insatiable levels. He was hard as I felt his penis on me, and I loved how his butt cheeks felt in my hands through that kinky jock strap. We kissed so intensely. Holding hands as we became one, and the experience was an all body one. Who knew how many nerve endings? It was so intense, warm, peaceful, yet at home as we settled into a rhythm that we both desired.
The simmering heat. The connection of our fingers. Soon he was faced away from me, his ass so perfectly round. My cock glided in him as a puzzle piece that fit inside, the ever not stop sensations. It was remarkable the chemistry and passion we had, and as he was riding me, those diminutive soft hands grabbed my balls. He had me exactly where he wanted, as I pumped away with new found intensity. Saw starlight's as my irises narrowed, and my cock exploded in him, as he climaxed at the same time. His howl and cum on my legs, as we fell asleep together. My little spoon. I woke up to kiss him and our lips together. This was paradise and slept as if it was a hibernation. Only noise was our breathing and heartbeats together.
Waking up to the smell of sea with the heater on next to the bed, was Duoy with a warm cup of coffee. Black with a little sugar just how I liked it. As usual he had his green tea. Damn he was so cute with his spiky hair and that lovely body of his. Wearing only small underwear with a thong, his tan complexion revealed his penis through the fronts. Duoy smiled and said, "save it for tonight big boy." He walked away giving me a view of the thong, and how I wanted to be there at this time. Yet he was correct, first breakfast and lunch. Miles Ford Historic Park as well. Yes I was having a difficult time getting clothes on, and his charming smile let me know, that he was enjoying making my hormones light up.
We found a quick breakfast in the inn's lobby. It was good, but what I liked best, was Duoy and I could be more open. Other couples were around us, creating a sense of harmony and safety. We held hands and he kindly made sure I had enough napkins after cereal. Then we were off. Duoy was so sweet, and brought me an extra orange juice for the drive. It was only 15 minutes to Lewes, Delaware. We entered Miles Ford Park, paid the fee to the lady out front, and parked the car. It was an interesting area, as Duoy and I went up the observation towers. If you're thinking these are modern, they are the complete opposite.
These were erected in the 1930s and 40's, due to the German U boat threat. Men sat watch 24/7 on these 150 feet tall spires during WW2 on the coast, and completely open to the elements. If it was cold now, I couldn't begin to imagine what these twenty something's had to contend with. Storms were common, and there were pictures of where when the ocean flooded, it came close to the observation decks. Boredom. Countless hours of looking at the waves for the enemy, but other than a couple unconfirmed sightings, it might have been for naught. Yet I was appreciative of these young men, and the hours they must have stood looking for nazi's. Duoy found a really neat diagram of how the towers worked, along with how these sentries signaled each other with lights. Now it was a click of a text or at worst a portable radio.
It was an amazing place. Duoy and I toured some of the barracks. They were very primitive. We saw some of the guns of WW2, that stood ready for any type of enemy invasion. Even now in 2022, one could easily discern these were weapons of violence. The thought of "Saving Private Ryan" flashed through me, and I had to admit, it probably was better to do our bloody work in foreign lands and not our shores. There was a trail, and despite a crisp breeze, Duoy and I hiked it for some exercise along with learning a bit.
For the rest of the day, we went to a few salt water taffy stores, and then a arcade. As always Duoy won a big stuffed animal with the claw machine. He had a gift for getting these. The big bear would look cool in our apartment. He also won a pair of AirPods. I earned a lollipop out of a candy machine. Both of us had a lot of fun. We found Bethany Beaches shirt stores funny, but also found a great book store. Used books as well, so there was some money being saved. Both of us were avid readers, so we must have bought ten or eleven books.
Dinner was at another seafood restaurant. Duoy had Maryland crabs, or that's what they were promised to be. I dined on flounder, which was delicious, as were the seared vegetables that it was served with. All truly fresh seafood, and terrific service. The view wasn't impressive as the first restaurant, but Laurie our server was captivating and fun. She was going to school at our former rival Salisbury State, but played nicely with us. Of course we tipped her 50% as she made the day even more whimsical. On leaving we wished her well, despite being one of those awful business administration majors.
We took some good pictures of Bethany's nightlife. Admittedly spring and summer would be busier. Yet we liked the relaxing atmosphere. It was more our speed, as we both had been through a lot of career and other challenges the past year. Just walking around and goofing off was therapeutic. Also Duoy and I found the beach again. Behind a dune we held hands, kissed, and dammit did he have to tease me by putting his hands down my pants. I was going to have to resolve this. Smiling and kissing, we held hands and drew pictures in the sand as the water washed over them. Such a refreshing way to reflect together.
At the hotel we said hi to Mark. He was his usual cheerful self, and despite many hours worked, I knew once home on a review sight he would get a job well done. Our stay had been a pleasant one, yet ultimately it's not the destination, but the people that make it what it is. A good day out and about and as I stepped in the shower, I was pleasantly surprised by Duoy. "Let's save water love." It was so good to lather each other up, and we kissed as the hot water force came at us. He looked so sexy and I liked how he felt against me. Grabbing his ass, we soaped each other up more, and no words were needed. The sound of our lips meeting plus the water sounds, all were indicators of a night of romance and purposeful passion.
Duoy helped me to dry off, and watching him from the bed, I admired his short petite frame. His skin tone and everything about him was so sexy. Naked and vulnerable I smiled at him. He grinned back. Duoy knew what was coming, as spending the day together studying history and relaxing at the beach, he was naughty getting me worked up behind the dune. As he got in the bed, he kissed me and said "let me check something." His hands moved down under the sheets to my testicles. Oh yes it felt thrilling. "They are bigger than usual baby." I was hard as a rock, as he gently and deftly stirred my tanks. Yet as he kissed me he said "I'll be out in a little while." Walking in the bathroom, leaving me with a completely full shaft and nuts, I was starting to feel aggravated and like a bull left in a field for too long.
What the hell was he doing in there? Getting a manicure? I was hearing noises in there, and when he came out, he was wearing the yellow mesh underwear with his cock holder. I could see his shaved crotch and his hardness, and he also had painted his beautiful fingernails yellow as well. He bent over and told me, "I'm more than ready to be your bitch, as tonight I need you to fuck my brains out." That fantastic peach. The octaves in his voice that I definitely was going to add notes to. I was now throbbing, took the covers off, and showed him my now gigantic cock. "You're going to start with this." Grabbing his head, I made him start sucking me off. His lips and rhythm were impeccable. I kept mashing his face down to my genitals, and he was doing well giving me a sloppy blowjob. Precum off of his lips, he licked on and took my ever sensitive testes in his mouth.
He was really slobbering my knob, and precum was all over him. I grabbed him and threw him down, on top of my face so we could 69. The same time slurping noises and smells of male passion were around us. He moaned in that high pitch that drove me crazy, and soon I had the lube and fingers exploring his insides. His whole asshole and that bulb inside were mine. I pillaged him and he shook violently. It was if I made him my personal PlayStation, and he kept breathing heavy. "Take me Terry, now!" Duoy didn't have to tell me twice, as I bent him over and took him like a junkyard dog.
No warnings or taking it easy. We were past the point of return for our normal formalities, and his hands grabbed the bed as he suppressed scream after scream. I had my strong hands and arms around his waist and was just having my way with him. It was electric as his wet tight hole was stretching for my cock, and I was balls deep in my lover. He couldn't do a thing. All he could do was gasp as I throttled him with tenacity. Sweat off of both of us, my dick made his ass my personal zip code. He had started it at the beach and just a little while ago, and I was going to finish it with him being my yellow fingered sissy that got plowed to my desires,
I turned him over and fucked him from the edge of the bed. Breathing even more rapidly, I looked into his eyes and they danced. Duoy's yellow fingernails were digging into my chest, and I felt something that can only be described as full body pleasure. Our mutual connection, as we as a tandem. I pushed in and he pushed down, to allow me all the way inside of him. Soon we were kissing and he got on top of me. Now the bed really creaked. Looking at each other we were an incredible team, and what we had was love, trust, and understanding. We had developed an even deeper respect for each other this weekend. Kissing along with our hands touching and holding one another, we had it all as a couple and made love hours into the night. Over and over again we both orgasmed. And the sleep that followed it was nothing short of blissful, as we could hug each other to the sounds of the Atlantic mere feet away from us.