Big Dick Island Chapter 1
The first thing Jeff did when he jumped down from the cab of his Jeep was snap open his shorts and let them drop to the ground.
Man, he'd been waiting to do that! Now he was completely naked. His huge penis swung free and unencumbered, his gigantic balls no longer constrained.
He took a deep breath of the clean, tropic air, inflating his big chest muscles. He flexed his huge arms. He ran down the water and stood looking at the sea.
Around him was the most beautiful beach he'd ever seen. Framed by towering palm trees, the azure sea spread to the horizon, the sun hot above. A warm breeze wafted over his hard body, triggering his erogenous zones. The breeze brushed over his hard nipples, the super-sensitive big mushroom head of his dick, his big balls.
The effect was instantaneous. Jeff's penis quickly stiffened and reached maximum length (twelve iron-hard inches), vibrant and virile.
There was nothing like being buck naked on a secluded beach. He had a week of this heaven to look forward to. He was so glad that Rick, the silver-haired promoter of the Mr. Gay South Florida contest Jeff had competed in the day before, had told him about cabins he offered for rent on Big Crick Island.
It was also, Rick confided, known as "Big Dick Island" among gay men because of its popularity among gay bodybuilders and male nudists. The isle, reachable only over a hard-to-find one-lane bridge, was something of a secret, but in exchange for some sexual favors Rick told Jeff how to find it.
Jeff went back to his Jeep, grabbed the satchel containing his supplies, and unlocked the door of the small beach cabin he was renting. It was perfect: a simple kitchen, a couple of chairs that looked out onto the beach, and a huge bed.
He noticed some dumbbells in a corner and smiled. Other studs must have stayed there too. Above the bed was an expertly done painting of a nude muscleman--super-handsome, tanned and flexing on the beach, his rock-hard dick spearing out before him. Goddamn, did that make Jeff want to release a big hot load!
Jeff then realized the stud in the picture was Rick, the contest promoter, in his younger days! Man, what fucking stud he was!
That did it. Jeff needed to cum, and cum right away. His dick was too stiff, his balls were too fall. Man, he hadn't cum since the previous night. He rarely held out so long.
He quickly grabbed some whacking oil from his bag and squeezed some out along his stiff penis. Looking at the painting of Rick, he grasped his dick and began a slow pump.
"FUUUUCCCCKKK!" he moaned as he fisted his penis. Did that ever feel good!
He looked at his reflection in the mirror on the wall beside the bed. He couldn't believe how hot he was. His firm young body was still pumped from the contest the day before. His pecs were bigger than ever, his arms enormous, his legs like tree trunks. His dick was super-long and rock-hard stiff. He couldn't believe he hadn't won the contest title, but had placed second instead.
His mirror image made his dick even stiffer, and his pumping increased. With one hand he twisted one of his nipples. "AAAAHHHH!!" he yelled as it sent an erotic charge straight down to his balls and penis.
With eyes half-lidded with lust, he again looked at the painting of Rick. Man, what a fucking STUD! How he wanted to feel his hard muscles, kiss him, suck his huge dick, fuck his hot tight butt!
His eyes traveled over Rick's supremely sexy naked muscled body. Big, big dick -- pump, pump, pump! -- huge mammoth pecs -- pump, pump, pump! -- enormous biceps and triceps -- pump, pump, pump! -- fucking melon-shaped balls -- pump! Pump! Pump! If only he could see Rick's ass! He knew it would be tanned and hard and ready to be fucked!
"AAAHHHHH!!!" Jeff yelled as he tightened his first around his dick and began spraying his big hot load. Cum gushed out of his rock-hard penis in a long arc, reaching the bottom of the painting. Three more shots followed. Jeff's hot cum dripped from the bedframe onto the bed pillows.
When he was finally drained, Jeff collapsed on the large bed. He had to laugh. It hadn't taken him very long to blow a load, and there would be a LOT more of that to cum.
He briefly regretted not bringing a buddy on this holiday. There were other guys in the muscle contest who would have been happy to join him, but not the one he really wanted.
Sweaty from his jack-off session, Jeff found a shower on the outside of the cabin and began to wash off. The spray felt so good on his muscles.
After the shower Jeff went inside to grab a bottle of water and returned to the beach. The afternoon sun was beginning to wane. It was so beautiful Jeff wished he had someone to share it with.
He stood at the shoreline and felt the gentle sea breeze waft over penis and cropped pubic bush.
That's when he heard the sound of a distant vehicle. Looking to the north, he saw a small SUV pull up beside the next cabin. Christ, he hoped it wasn't a family of screaming kids. He wanted to be naked and alone all week.
His jaw dropped when a big, muscular, bare-chested man alighted from the Jeep. He was wearing only a pair of tight jeans. His body was super-pumped and tan. He had a shock of blonde hair.
No, it couldn't be. Was it? Jeff started walking up the beach toward the man, who was stripping off his jeans. Like Jeff, he went commando. He wore nothing beneath, and Jeff feasted his eyes on the man's huge dick. It was long with a huge mushroom head that glistened in the sun.
As Jeff got closer, his suspicion was confirmed.
"Rod?" he called out.
Surprised, the man turned toward Jeff. He shaded his eyes with one hand to get a better look. "Jeff? Is that you?" He smiled as Jeff joined him. They traded a quick hug, their big penises brushing against each other.
"Man, it's good to see you!" Jeff said. He stepped back to drink in the majestic form standing before him. Rod Crane had won the Mr. Gay South Florida contest, and it was easy to see why. His body was sheer muscle perfection, pumped to the max and tanned to a golden brown--all over.
"Not as good as it is to see you, stud," Rod growled, his eyes wide as they traveled over Jeff's sculpted nude body. "Fuck, you look so hot. The judges should have given you the title. I can't believe you didn't win."
"Maybe it's because of that," Jeff said, nodding toward Rod's superman-dick. "Your cock is fucking huge, man. The judges loved it."
Rod smiled and looked down at his penis, which was starting to lengthen and grow. He eyed Jeff's cock, which was hardening up also. "Not much different than yours, man. Mine might be a tad longer, but yours is thicker. And look at those balls of yours!"
"Your pecs are bigger, though. Shit, are they big. Such huge muscles."
"But you've got bigger nips. They rated high on the judges' evaluation forms."
"You know what clinched it for you, Rod? Your fucking ass. Man, every judge wanted to plow your butt!"
Rod laughed and turned to display his tanned bubble butt for Jeff.
"Oh, fucking Christ, what a luscious ass," Jeff moaned. He reached down to pass his hands over the firm flesh. "I love the all-over tan. You must sunbathe nude all the fucking time."
Rod turned back and smiled broadly. "Fucking right. I come here to Big Dick Island every chance I get. Nothing like a long nude week on the beach. I hate wearing clothes. I love to let my big dick swing free." He paused and eyed Jeff's hot body, especially his dick. "But it's even better with someone to swing it with someone else's."
"Fuck, man, you can say that again," Jeff said. "It should be a crime for you to cover up your cock." Both men's cocks were now at maximum hardness, and both were leaking ropes of precum down to the sand.
"What do you say we cool off in the water a bit?" Jeff proposed. He grabbed Rod's hand, and ran with him down into the water. The two hot nude studs began splashing and grabbing one another, falling into the warm surf, letting their bodies rub over one another.
Rod held Jeff's face and gave him a long kiss as a wave washed over them. "Man, you're so fucking hot," he said. "What a stud."
The man ground his hard penis against Jeff's. He grasped one of Jeff's hard buns and gave it a squeeze. Jeff reached around and fingered Rod's tight hole. Rod let out a loud moan. They continued kissing as they enjoyed each other's hard body.
"I can't believe you're here," Jeff said. "I would have asked you to come with me, but you were so stand-offish. I didn't think you liked me."
"Not like you?! I was in awe of you, man," Rod said. "I didn't think I was hot enough for you."
Jeff laughed. "Not hot enough? I was thinking that about myself! You're a fucking stud god!"
That praise made Rod embrace Jeff and plunge his tongue inside Jeff's mouth. Jeff kissed back more fiercely. Their hard dicks ground together, their hot muscles pressed against each other's.
Rod pulled back. "I need to fucking cum, man. I'm about to explode. I haven't cum since this morning."
Jeff smiled. Big Dick Island was turning out to be the best vacation choice he ever made.