Waikiki Beach just after sundown. I sat on my balcony overlooking the blue Pacific Ocean and sipped my Dewars on the rocks. The surf's salty balm filled my senses. The exhibitionist one floor below my room to the right was again back on his balcony, masturbating, in a state of nudity. He was one fine tanned and smooth blond daddy from Australia. Sure, I'd exchanged chit chat with him in the elevator. Whatever. Yep, I'm on holiday all right.
The nasty fucker aroused my attention momentarily. Of course his actions were visible to hundreds of other hotel rooms. A pathetic, if not unwelcome, display. No way was I gonna be an obviously hapless dork and jerkoff back to the dude. I'm a control freak, unfortunately. I did grace him with a crotch grab while licking my grinning lips, wantonly. Guess I'm appreciatively discreet.
I'd spent the day hiking in the remote depths of Oahu's rain forest. Lost the shorts as soon as I'd made my way into the Pali (mountainside) deep enough to elude the more pedestrian hikers. Primitive nudity in the rain forest sure feels good. Splashed around in a frigid pond under a waterfall that afternoon, too, rewarding my exercise. God, I love Hawaii. The air is fresh...
Aussie boy's show was getting me right horny. Had to do something about that. Quite!
I could have gone to Hula's to hunt fresh game. But I had a taste for something local this fine evening in paradise. A stroll down to Queen's Beach was just what the doctor ordered, it seemed to me. Righty, then, that was a plan. But what to wear?
Every dude knows that if he wants to get action he has to dress for success. Less is more would be my estimation of Hawaiian attire. So I donned a pair of green silk boxers and white jogging shoes. My jade cockring and plumeria lei, too. Sounds goofy, but when in Hawaii, get lei'd gentlemen. Besides, the lei looked good on my hairy bare and tanned Scot-Irish pecs. Grrrrr... I headed out on my quest.
Queen's Beach (Queen Kapioloni, not Elisabeth) is located at the end of Waikiki's strip, of course. Just below the Honolulu Zoo. I hesitate here to recount just how much man sexed debauchery happens at the tea room, and surrounding park at Queen's Beach after dark. Lordy!
Anyway, I embarrassed others strolling down Waikiki strip this night. The ubiquitous Japanese ladies giggled and prattled on about my Celtic near nudity as I John Wayne walked past them, jauntily. Japanese women are beautiful but I was in the mood to play for the other team tonight.
Yeah, Queen's Beach park is too big to fully illuminate. I thanked the Roman Gods for that. Zap! My erection sprang up overtime upon entering the gents room. Advanced telepathic cruise protocols were needed here. Two nude men were showering needlessly while soaping erections (even though this head is located on the ocean's edge it was far too late into the evening for them to have just been swimming). Also, the three urinals were manned. These nearly nude blokes were sporting erections, too. I espied gold wedding bands on some of them as well. Whew! I lasted no longer than two minutes in there. Just long enough to walk up and grab the asscheeks of the bloke at the center urinal. Had to do that. He had a fine ass jutting back from his fuchsia polyester jogging shorts. And he was beggin' for it. Shit. Daddy (that's me) doesn't fuck in brightly lit public bathrooms subject to police patrol. But if they want to bust me for a quick grab ass I could still hold my chin up in court. Fuck 'em.
Best to take a moonlight stroll in the dark park I reckoned. It's good to fuck in the great outdoors. Seemed like there was a gent stroking his cock under the shadow of every tree here tonight. I admit I had mine out and was pounding it provocatively as I strolled along. When in Rome...
That's when I spotted my quarry for the night. Oh, yes. Black micro shorts, a gold wedding band, and nothing else needed but a baseball cap as he headed into the park. The Hollywood handsome and well tanned body builder -- married stud fucker -- had dark wavy hair and a lightly fur dusted chest. Woof! I was gonna do something for him his wife didn't tonight. The vector of my direction was recalculated to intersect his, forthwith.
All mine. Yes, I grabbed him, pronto! I about had to fend off the other hardon sportin' apes before I had him in my arms liplocking him as I groped his lean hard bod, cock and ass, right there out in the open under the moonlight. Mmmm... I licked his pits as I dropped to my knees while pulling his shorts down. His energy was taunt I could feel. Sure, he was out here fucking around on his wife. Suddenly naked with a hot young man suckin' his cock and spreading his asscheeks in a public park after dark. Yeah, I'd bagged him all right. Go tell the priest tomorrow in confessional, buddy.
What a nice cock to suck, I perved, as I rolled his balls in one hand and toyed with his asshole with the other. Love to hear a married man moan from the core of his being. The half baked jackin' apes encircled us with the ritual laying on of hands.
No, no, no he was mine. I about body slammed him down on his belly into the sandy grass. Lick! I dived into his muscle muff. Lick, lick, lick. Married man moaned louder. Seemed he liked that good old fashioned ass licking. Someone popped a load on my back (no time to deal with that) as I brought my cock into his beefy buttcheeks and started dry humping him. Fuck. No lube. That's a married bloke for you. The wife might have gotten suspicious if he'd douched and oiled up before his evening jog, I gathered.
Fuck that.
"Suck my dick, fucker", I snarled as I got him into a sitting position. I was mildly irritated at his lack of planning (pencil sharpener for an asshole). If I couldn't spunk up his butt this cocksucker was gonna swallow. Hey, he was a pretty good cock sucker. One of the anonymous voyeurs pulled my shorts down and proceeded to tongue my ass while married guy went to town on my, ready to blast off, cock. Anonymous spectator #2 began twisting my nipples.
Oh, yeah. Spunkin' a married man's cocksucking mouth. Someone was giving him head at this point, too. So, all modesty aside, we popped our wads at the same time. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Zing! I had the dirty two timing bastard by the ears as I fed him my cock snot. "Eat it you cheating bastard," I growled through clenched teeth as I unloaded inside of his mouth. You think I was a bit tough on him with my verbal abuse? Cum punish me then!
Fuck Yeah. I had to laugh as I pushed him back into the dirt. I think that surprised him somewhat. Hiking my shorts up I spun on my heal and made my way back to the Waikiki strip. An excellent vacation destination, gents.
Lars