Amongst the many overweight tourists in boardies and bikinis he stood out like the proverbial dogs balls.
Jason had been standing knee deep in the warm Indian Ocean wearing his favourite light blue trunk style swimsuit. They were his favourite because he liked the colour and because they gave his package the ample room they needed and ? just quietly ? because it made him look and feel fucking sexy. The fact that they became almost see-through when wet just added to the firmness of his cock too.
He was taking photos of the local fisherman at work about 30 metres in front of him. He looked around his camera to make sure he didn?t miss the next time one of the fisherman cast his line. And it was then that he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye which made him look twice.
There walking towards him was the image of many of his fantasies. A pair of beefy hairy legs - perhaps just a little too short to be perfectly proportionate but exactly the way he liked them ? were approaching him from his left. They weren?t particularly well defined but nevertheless had that outward curve on the quads that he just loved and his calves were chunky enough to be visible from the front.
They descended from a red singlet that hung loosely from a nicely rounded set of traps and delts and over two slabs of pec. Jason drew a sharp breath as his eyes continued their journey downwards for it appeared that the stud walking towards him had little more on than a pair of loose nylon swimmers on under the singlet. The type surf boat rowers wear, the ones that are naturally very loose around the waist as it is only a drawstring that holds them up. This guy hadn?t bothered tying them so they sat low enough to show the top of the pubic hair that terminated the line of fur that run down his stomach. The freedom he had given his cock and balls was showing its pleasure in what looked like a sizeable package. But Jason at that point remembered where he was and what he had become distracted by and quickly but casually (he hoped it appeared casual at any rate) returned to the technique of the fisherman.
?Gidday? said the red singlet. ?was just thinking that would be a good picture?.
Jason, caught by the double meaning this had in his mind, find himself tripping over his words. ?ah yeah, hmm they look good against the blue sky and water?you a photographer then..??
?Hell no, well I take a few but nah, not a professional or anything?
The two stood in the water chatting about the holiday destination they had both chosen ? the west coast of Lombok ? one of the hundreds of Indonesian islands that separate the Indian and Pacific Oceans.
Both agreed they had found a slice of heaven although Jason wondered if the meaning he applied to that had as many dimensions as Mike?s was. Ah yes and that was red singlet?s name. Mike.
Whenever Mike looked out across the blue water to the islands in the distance Jason indulged in sweeping glances across the beefy stud. As he had suspected it was a sizeable ass that sat on top of those beefy legs and if he wasn?t mistaken Mike?s bathers left a good proportion of it uncovered but he didn?t like to linger there too long for fear of being caught out.
Besides (and much more safely) there was magic to be found above the shoulders too. Mike would have to have been in his early 40?s Jason decided although his full beard may well have been making him look older than he really was. A thick but tidily kept head of dark wavy hair formed the top of the frame that only highlighted a pair of deep blue eyes. Jason hoped the eye contact he made with Mike signaled confidence and inner peace and not the lust that was beginning to make itself known in his own speedos.
Now Jason was no slouch on the physical side either. At 200lbs and 5?10 he had good proportion and his time in the gym, the pool and the squash court kept him defined without looking like he was obsessed with his body. His light blue swim trunks only accentuated the V of his back and gave his tight muscley ass good profile.
As dark as Mike was Jason was blonde and his legs and chest were covered in a respectable covering of hair that complemented the roughness a few days without shaving had now created.
None of this, by the way, had gone unnoticed by Mike who had spotted Jason from some distance and had chuckled to himself at the common interest in photography ? what a convenient basis for a chat he had thought to himself.
Mike knew only too well the effect he had on men and women and had learnt to enjoy it, use it even, without making himself appear too cock-sure. ?So, where?re you staying? he asked. Mike?s relaxed confidence suggested to Jason that this was nothing more than polite conversation. Had it come from himself however, Jason was quite sure it would have revealed exactly the cause of the stirring in his own trunks.
Ah, shit what?s the name ? the Garden Villas I think laughed Jason half of his apparent forgetfulness was just that the other half was still a slightly addled mind. I think you?re near my place said Mike. Well I might just see you around ? I need to get back for a phone call to the office. Nice to meet you Jason! And with that he was off, walking back the way he had come. Jason just stood there in a haze of giddiness, disappointment, lust and hope as he watched the swarthy daddy type disappearing into the distance.
Hmm, now what thought Jason. How am I going to relax and enjoy the rest of my holiday with that guy just out of reach. Fuckn hell this ain?t fair. And putting the lense cap that had become sweaty in his hand back on, he chuckled at the irony of it and headed back towards his villa.
Jason wasn?t in the habit of going on holiday alone but his girlfriend had recently been summoned to her employer?s head office in Houston at exactly the time of their planned holiday. See, Sarah was a career girl and having been recently promoted and being called to a series of meetings with the organisation?s leadership team was a request she was neither willing nor able to refuse. So Jason was there by himself. A mixed blessing: it gave him precious time to be alone and away from the people who crowded his life as a factory supervisor and football coach; but being alone like this was sometimes lonely.
Mike too was there alone but he was working. A self made property magnate, he was there investigating a number of potential investment opportunities. He was alone as Rose, his wife, rarely travelled with him on his business trips. Despite the rather exotic destination, this was no exception. He was used to short trips away from home and was more comfortable than Jason at simply being alone.
So armed with a novel he had picked up at the airport as he left for his batchelor?s holiday, Jason headed out to find a place to eat: somewhere that would satisfy his not so adventurous tastes but was not blandly western either.
Mike had been there a couple of days before Jason and had already had a chance to try out a couple of places on the main strip. With an appetite for the fresh king prawns he had the first night he returned to SawaDee only to find the blonde stud he had met earlier on the beach perusing the menu on a stand on the uneven footpath.
He let his eyes feast on the curve of the man?s back which highlighted his thick upper back, slim waist and high sitting beefy ass which was now filling out very nicely the white shorts that hung wide and to just below his knees. A light blue sleeveless top only accentuated his rounded shoulders and impressive arms.
?Well fuck me? he almost prayed to himself and slowed a little to let his eyes feast on the profile ahead of him. Now it was his turn to feel a little thrown: to carry on the conversation or to turn and find somewhere else. ?Damn it, he?s there by himself but where?s his girl? They?re probably on a romantic holiday and they might feel obliged to invite me to join them and that would be awkward.? But before he had time to decide, Jason had looked up to see him.
?G?day Mike? he said and flashed a broad but slightly nervous smile at the appearance of the daddy god from the beach. In a flash he?d taken in Mike?s loose white linen shirt with enough buttons undone to be just a little more brazen than proper and white shorts that only accentuated his tanned hairy chunky calves below and the blue eyes and thick dark hair above. ?Hey Jason, how you doing?? ?Yeah, good ? just looking for somewhere to eat ? me and my book that is?. ?What, so you?re by yourself?? ?Oh, yeah, the missus had to go to Houston at the last minute? ?Aw too bad mate. This is a good place to eat and since I?m here by myself too, why don?t we share a table?? ?Hey, cool!? His response was a little more enthusiastic and his voice just a little higher than he would have liked. Thankfully Mike took over and, while Jason calmed his mind, he organised a table overlooking the beach. ?So you?re here by yourself too then?? Jason was pretty keen to sort this little detail out ? it could have a significant bearing on the rest of the evening. ?Yeah, the wife doesn?t usually travel with me on business ? I suggested she come with me this time but she turned the offer down. Pity? but then again maybe I wouldn?t have met you if she had been here?. Jason could have sworn Mike?s blue eyes added another element to the communication but he couldn?t be sure.
Oh, you?re good, very good thought Jason to himself. ?And I?m sitting here like a possum in the headlights of a ford mustang. ?Well now, I guess we wouldn?t.?
They ordered vodkas ? more punchy and less calorific than beers ? and knocked back two in reasonably quick succession while they chatted about their respective lives back home: their partners, their work, and holidays they?d had.
All the while though Jason stole prodding stares into Mike?s intense blue eyes when he thought he wasn?t looking, returned similar looks from Mike but not long enough to suggest anything other than genuine interest in the conversation. Well that was the impression he thought he was giving.
Mike on the other hand knew the mild blush and stolen glances of someone who found him attractive and, while he found himself trying to not make it obvious, had decided that he had a particular desire for the destination of this little journey. If there was any doubt in his mind the sustained pressure his hardening cock was creating against his shorts was making it very clear what his body wanted.
With time, the soft warm evening winds and the fortification of a third vodka, they were both feeling more in control of their nerves and more relaxed with each other. Relaxed? Well if truth be told, while plenty of their talk focused on Sarah and Rose, the rapport between them was getting hot and heady.
It was some time before they turned their attention to the menus. ?You gotta have the prawns? said Mike. ?If you like prawns at all you?ll bloody cream yourself over these ? they?re the sex of seafood I reckon.?
?Well sex is something I don?t usually turn down so count me in!?
?We?ll both have the prawns? said Mike to the waiter ?Or should that be we?ll both have sex?? added Jason laughing after the waiter had disappeared.
Mike captured Jason with a knowing gaze and almost growled as the conversation took a turn both knew was going in only one direction. ?That comes later?.
Jason smiled, took a swig of his drink and looked out across the beach. Bingo.
Both men hesitated for a moment at what was squarely before them. Jason? heart rate increased in pace and intensity while Mike?s cock applied a sudden and insistent increase in the pressure to his shorts.
Jason? head was a whirl. You see while he knew exactly the sort of men that turned his head, he?d never actually got it on with another man. Oh sure he?d let his mind fill with images of hot men when Sarah had been the active one in their own sheet twisting, headboard banging fucks; and when she had to travel for work he?d gone to bed early and fired volleys of cum fantasizing about studs at the football club but that?s all they?d ever been ? fantasies. Now without doubt he was facing the prospect of turning fantasy into reality for the first time. His grip on his vodka glass became slippery and shaky as his lust wrestled with the secret he?d carried with him all his life. But tonight he wanted it enough to slam the door on his secrecy.
Mike found himself becoming a little light headed with lust as the conversation unfolded. He was rarely short of attention from women and was masculine, built and just a little flirty enough to draw the man-lust out of the most discrete men in the building industry. Some of that man-lust had turned to steamy rough and tumbles in various cities around the country.
But Jason was something else. There was a natural and powerful athletic rawness that attracted him from the moment he saw him on the beach ? probably something to do with that big beefy ass, huge guns and his almost shaggy blonde hair. Or maybe it was the bulge up front that, in completing the picture, almost stopped him in his tracks. Whatever it was the man?s magnetism was too strong for him to ignore. Now as they sat opposite he realized their evening was tumbling towards nakedness.
Their understanding was unspoken but they?d not eaten properly and ordered more food and more vodka ? enough to be fulfilled but no more by both. Their conversation turned to sport and the virtues of their respective cities as places to live ? each scoring points against the other?s for good or just plain stupid reasons.
?Let?s get the fuck out of here, it?s a great night for a walk? said Mike eventually, finishing his drink and tossing his paper napkin onto the table strewn with the remnants of their dinner.
They headed down a lane that lead from the main road to the beach and found themselves between two of the many fishing outriggers that spread out along the beach. The half moon and clear sky made it easy to see that they were pretty much the only people on the beach at the late hour.
?I love a beach on a still night, said Mike, there?s something peaceful yet seductive about it.
Jason remembered the time he and his team mates skinny dipped one night on a weekend trip away. ?Yeah, it?s pretty special in?t ? my footy mates and I stripped off one night and had a swim after a bit of touch football on the beach. It was just what we needed after a few beers and running around.?
Hell yeah nothing like a cool skinny dip after a bit of sport said Mike as he took half a step back to give him space to rugby tackle Jason into the soft sand.
Fuck you, sneaky bastard laughed Jason and bucking himself free turned around to pin his tackler to the ground. If Mike looked strong standing, he certainly proved it on the ground and had reversed the hold in a flash, pinning a laughing panting Jason to the ground with his arms firmly at right angles to his body and Mike straddling his lower back.
Yeah yeah ok big guy ? you?ve made your point.
Mike was rather enjoying the situation they were in but leaned forward to half whisper in Jason?s ear.
?Ya reckon, I?m not sure I have yet? With that he slid down Jason?s body and used his flattened body weight to push the blonde footballer into the sand. Jason for the first time outside of a football game felt the sensuality of a man?s body against his own. He felt Mike?s hot breath against his neck and his huge pecs against his back. And as they lay there laughing and breathing hard Jason was quite sure that against his rock hard ass he felt a hardening cock.
?Mate, I think you?re enjoying this for more than just the sport?
?Yeah well mate, let?s just say sport with some men is just more enjoyable?
Mike got up on his hands and knees which gave Jason the space to roll over onto his back. Now their faces and chests were only inches apart. ?In fact? continued Jason, ?sport of any kind with you would be pretty fuckn hot?.
Thanks mate, been thinking kinda the same about you all night.
Silence fell between them as each toyed with the tension between what they wanted and what was appropriate between two straight-living men. Mike chose a little more abstinence. ?Let?s swim? he said as he stood taking off his shirt. Jason just sat and watched as almost theatrically the white shirt was lifted to reveal more of the torso that had captured his attention earlier in the day. Hard abs ? not so much a six pack but pretty lean and with a reasonably thick coating of hair that also covered what seemed like cliff faces of pec from where Jason was sitting. In a flash Mike had stripped out of his shorts and stood in just a pair of tiny briefs waiting for Jason to follow suit. Come on then he said and waited and watched as Jason scrambled to his feet shedding his shirt and shorts as he did. They both stood facing each other, admiring each other, being aroused by each othersnakedness. Both lingering at the seduction that was two muscled hairy men in nothing but their underwear.
Skinny dipping you said?
Yeah of course
And with that Mike peeled off his briefs and ran into the water closely and hotly pursued by his new buddy.
Jason saw and took the opportunity to repay Mike for the earlier tackle. He leapt through the water taking Mike down with a classic shoulder to thigh tackle. The two of them falling below the surface, Jason?s arms around Mike?s thighs, his fingers just grazing a now hard cock.
Fuck this, said Mike, I need to get you home you fuck?n stud.
They decided on Jason? place as it was closer and a standalone villa which was more discrete than Mike?s hotel room. Mike let Jason walk ahead on the narrow sections of the footpath simply to have the perfect opportunity to feast his eyes on the muscled butt and shoulders ahead of him. ?Fuck mate, you?re one hot stud aren?t ya? he whispered hoarsely into Jason ear.
?Yeah mate, I fuck?n am but no less a stud than you mate? ?We got much further to go? I?m itching to get you naked?. And they turned into the street and through the back gate which led straight to the door of Jason? villa ? the last in a row of ten.
Mike could contain his hands no longer and grabbed the hard beefy mounds of Jason? ass as they walked through the door. The door closed behind them and finally they were alone.