Beach Week Romance
Cajuncock
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It had been a long cold winter for all of us. The Covid threat had made it even worse. So in late April as restrictions were beginning to be lifted , my buddy Greg and his girlfriend, Cindy, began planning for the summer. Cindy knew of an old neighbor who had a condo at the beach we might think about renting for a week. Greg and Cindy had been going out as a couple for a year. I got along pretty well with her. As spring bloomed around us we sat down at a table on the terrace of our local coffee shop to make plans for a vacation. All of us worked in the banking industry so we needed to plan our time off carefully. We agreed that the 2 bedroom condo near the beach front would be great. At $400 we figured that a fourth would help with the costs. Cindy suggested that her brother, Pete, might be interested. She called on her cell and he quickly bought in. So we had a week in June booked. We'd leave on a Friday and spend a week relaxing at the beach. Pete met with us during the week before we were to leave.
Now a little about us. Greg was what some would call a hefty jock at 6'5" and 186 pounds with curly dark hair and a bit of a beard. Cindy and Pete were both blonds with striking blue eyes. Cindy was petit about 110 pounds and a bit under 5'8". Pete was more like me-lanky and maybe 150 pounds. His blond hair contrasted with my dark Italian features. We agreed to take 2 cars so that we would not feel stranded. Pete would ride with me for the 3 hour drive. It would give us a chance to get to know each other better. We'd assumed that Greg and Cindy would take one of the two bedrooms. This left the other one to Pete and me.
The drive was pleasant enough. I realized that Pete was more of a surfer type with a well defined upper body that was evident in his tight t-shirt. I had not told anyone yet that I was gay, still in the closet mostly. The conversation in the car was mostly about sports teams, music, our work routines. The usual get to know you stuff. We arrived about an hour after the other two. They had settled into one of the bedrooms. This left the other one for the two of us to settle in.
The first thing I noticed was the queen size bed. Pete laughed saying "I hope you don't snore." I laughed saying "No one had complained so far." Once settled and changed we decided on a dinner out. Greg had bought a case of beer and some wine. Pete had a bottle of rum. While I had brought Bourbon. So we were well stocked with booze. Dinner was late. We managed to find a table at a beach side seafood shack. An after dinner stroll soon left Pete alone with me while the other two roamed off by themselves. We walked in the surf for a while before heading back to the condo. We settled on the balcony with our drinks, sitting mostly in silence until the other two returned. It was midnight so we all headed to bed.
Once in the bedroom Pete announced a surprising detail to me. He was used to sleeping in the nude in the summer heat. Not wanting to be a prude, I told him that I did too. He dropped his clothes on a chair and stood naked in front of me. His lanky body made his 7 inch cock look all that much bigger. His blond bush surrounded a nice sized soft seven inches of thick, uncut man tool. He stretched as I was caught staring. He laughed asking "Is something wrong?" I laughed and replied "Not really." I quickly removed my shorts and shirt, then casually dropped my boxer briefs to the floor. He whistles saying "Not bad yourself. I hope that I don't get too restless sleeping." I laughed telling him that I was a very sound sleeper.
It was a warm night so we left the window open and slept under just a sheet. We could clearly hear Greg and Cindy going at it in the next room. Pete said "I hope they finish soon. After all It is my sister in there." I whispered "Me too, Greg is reputed to be a dog in bed." I turned away from Pete and tried to sleep. I lay awake wondering how I was going to make it for a week with a gorgeous man laying next to me. Slowly, I began to feel the heat from Pete's body as he moved around on the bed. Finally, he rolled over spooning my back. I froze not wanting to let him know that I was awake. One arm moved over my body to rest on my stomach. He moaned mumbling something. I assumed that it was the name of some girl. As he spooned me the name became clear. It was my own name. I felt his stiffness nestled in my ass crack. Instinctively, I pushed back. Up to this point my sexual activities had been limited to quick fumbles in bathrooms and dark allies. I was not very experienced. Pete whispered "I know that you are awake." His hand moved lower to grasp my stiff cock. He moaned "I see that at least part of you is very wake." I whispered "Yes, but so are you."
Pete kissed my shoulder then my neck. I moaned and pushed back begging silently for more. Pete rolled me on my back and kissed my cheek. I moaned my permission for him to continue. He rolled to lay on my body. His first kiss was gentle. But I wrapped my arms around his body silently giving him permission to go on. The kiss became more passionate. Our stiff cocks rubbed against each other leaking out mixed fluids on our stomachs. He moaned louder and said "I have to have you, to possess you fully. Can I ?" I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his hips. I felt his cock rubbing up and down my taint searching for my entrance. He raised up whispering ;I wanted you the first time I saw you. I pestered my sister to get information about you." He leaned down to kiss me. This time it was a kiss of deep passion. Our tongues dueled for dominance. He stood suddenly to reach into his back for 2 things- lube and a brown bottle of poppers. He said "I want you to lube me while I prepare you. You'll need the poppers to deal with the first pain. But I promise that I will be gentle and bring you to a new level of joy." I grabbed the lube and poured some on his cock. I make sure that I lubed every inch. I felt his lubed fingers opening my hole, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. I knew that I wanted all of his thickness inside me. He positioned his cock at my hole. The head rubbed begging to enter. He offered me the poppers first before taking a hit himself. My hole opened enough for him to inch his way in. There was little pain as inch after inch sank into my welcoming body. J whispered "Pete, I don't have a lot of experience at this." he snickered saying "I know, I asked Cindy if you were gay? But she didn't know." He pushed in an inch at a time until I felt his bush rub my ass cheeks. I moaned at the hardness buried inside me. Soon I was overcome with emotions. At last, I had a cock taking my virgin ass. I loved the feelings Pete was giving me. He seemed to know every thing about pleasing his partner. We switched positions and I felt the velvet lining of his ass grab hold of my cock. I lost count of the number of times we deposited loads in each other. I finally fell asleep with him spooning me while his still stiff tool was buried to the hilt in my ass.
I woke first with his arms wrapped around me and that hard thing fiving me one more load. We kissed and dashed into the shower for a quick cleanup. We grabbed underwear, boxer briefs and headed to the kitchen. Cindy was fixing breakfast while Greg read the local paper. She smiled at us and asked how we slept? Both of us blushed saying "very well." Greg popped up and looked at us smiling before commenting "I guess you did since you're wearing each other's boxers." We looked at each other as Cindy and Greg broke up laughing. Greg said, "Dudes, we heard everything. These wall are thin. We're glad that you had each other." I thought "Yes we did over and over again."
The rest of the week went smoothly. Pete and I were like two love birds. Often, we'd rush back to the condo to make love while the other two went to have lunch or dinner. A few nights we'd go off to have dinner on our own or maybe to the local gay club. Cindy and Greg smiled a lot. She confided in me that she was happy Pete had finally found someone. Greg reassured me that our friendship was still strong. He told us that it was good to have the two of us together.
By the end of the week I found myself wondering if it was just a summer romance at the beach. We were mostly silent as we drove back home. As he got out of my car Pete looked at me with tears rolling down his face. He stammered "Will I see you again?" I motioned for him to lean in and I kissed him and said "How about tonight at my place? Bring a toothbrush and a change of clothes for work tomorrow." He practically jumped up and down as he walked to his building. Yes, I was ready to commit at least until we both reached the same plateau in the relationship.