THE FIRST OF A TWO PART STORY. (EACH PART IS COMPLETE IN ITSELF.) Born two days apart, and spent their life together, but not until one was engaged did they really discover each other. The story of their wild vacation in Hawaii!
DAN AND DAVE: LIFETIME BUDS From the series "First Encounters of a Close Kind" by Bill Fore (b4@earthlink.net)
We're as different as Mutt and Jeff in the comic strip. Dave was born two days before me in the same hospital, but he came out of the womb with some kind of complication so his mother had to stay two extra days. I'm told that we were all released from the hospital on the same day at the same time... me and my mother, Dave and his mother. Our mothers met because they shared the same hospital room. They became close friends during that time and very best friends as time went on. Dave and I grew up together. In the early days he was kind of a beanpole... very light skinned, blond haired and blue eyed. I was a little shorter, more muscular, more athletic, a bit darker skinned with auburn hair and dark brown eyes.
I never remember a time when we were not very, very close friends. We never fought! Both of us were technically bastards. Only our mothers knew who our fathers were, and they were not talking. There was no man around for guidance for either of us. Both our mothers lived in small apartments about two blocks apart. Maybe they got along so well because they had so much in common and were both trying to raise little boys on their own.
Dave and I often slept over at each other's house, always in the same bed, were always in the same grade in the same school, tried to play the same musical instruments, and even went out for the same sports. The trouble was... I was the sports oriented guy and Dave was the artsy one. He played a mean trumpet, but I couldn't do anything with the damn thing. He could paint and draw really well, but even though I tried hard and took many of the same classes, I could barely draw flies.
We made one try at doing something sexual with each other when we were about eleven or twelve. All I remember was that we played with each other's peckers and balls and that it felt really good. I remember that Dave didn't want to talk about it afterwards or do it again. I could have experienced those feelings every day. It was wonderful! I have no idea if orgasms were involved. We may have been too young for that. We continued to see each other naked many times a week, but that was the extent of how we dealt with our young curiosities. I was always very horny and hot for anything sexual, but not much occurred in my life that wasn't caused by my right hand.
I got a job clerking at Wal-Mart after school and on Saturdays during high school. A month later Dave got a job there, too. I started dating a girl named Ginger when I was sixteen, and a few weeks later Dave started going steady with Ginger's best friend, a little dark-haired bitch named Connie. Dave hated my girlfriend, I hated his, but we really liked each other so we endured the girlfriends and double dated for movies, fast food and necking in my mom's old Pinto through most of the next few years.
Dave settled into sports as a so-so swimmer, doing okay at free-style. He was very committed and tried really hard, but he rarely came in better than third in any event. I was good at swimming, but best at some other sports. I became a competitive all-state gymnast, won most every gymnastic thing I went out for, and therefore developed the perfect athlete's body over time. By the time we entered tenth grade Dave had filled out and was no longer a bean-pole, even though he was about six-foot-one to my five-foot-ten.
We'd both put on considerable muscle in all the right places because of sports, and when now I saw him in the shower I was impressed. He had beautiful, creamy, unmarked, off-white skin, still very blond hair with very blue eyes, soft golden hairs in his arm pits and crotch, no other body hair, and a nice, veined schlong that seemed a very slight bit longer than mine. That meant his cock was pretty good sized because I'd determined that mine was one of the biggest in school. I didn't feel outclassed by Dave because I had a much thicker one with bigger balls.
Dave and I didn't really see each other when we were hard, but it certainly appeared that's about the size of things in the "semi" state guys are often in while in the showers. Sometimes other guys would comment about the size of my cock and balls, which made me an exhibitionist and kind of proud of myself.
All through high school, girls thought we were both "beaut's" and great catches, but both of us were spoken for and "not on the market." When I was about eighteen I started dressing in a lot of stuff that showed off my body. It bugged Ginger because she thought I was showing off for the other girls, but that didn't stop me. Anyway, I figured she needed something to complain about.
We were in state college together when Dave announced to me that he was getting engaged to Connie. Somehow, I felt betrayed. I thought he was too good for her and that the little cow (short and a bit overweight) was using him to get out of her miserable home. He still felt hostile about Ginger, so I let it rest.
Ginger and I had been going together for over four years, but we'd never really gotten into each other's shorts... just some kissing and a lot of in- the-dark groping and heavy breathing. Any kind of touch was better than no touch at all, but Ginger wasn't really much for making me feel good. She was only a fair kisser and had lots of hang-ups. I cared for her a lot so I continued to live without anything sexual except for jacking off. Every time I tried something even a little sensual, she'd quickly stop me. Ginger and Connie went to the same church and thought sex was only for marriage. I'm sure Dave and Connie weren't having much fun, either. In those days, in our area of the country, that's kind of how things were for most young couples.
Three months before their scheduled wedding, Dave won an all-expense paid eight day deluxe trip for two to Hawaii as the grand prize in a contest on a local rock radio station. At first it was going to be their honeymoon trip, but the prize had to be used before the wedding date or it would be lost. At the last moment, with a lot of hostility from our girlfriends, Dave and I got off work, took a week out of school... and went.
Wow! I'd hardly ever even been out of my home state. Dave hadn't travelled at all, either. The radio station had a big affair to see us off, and when we arrived in Waikiki we also got the star treatment... flower lei's, a limo to the hotel, etc. We had a deluxe mini-suite right on the ocean front on the top floor of a beautiful hotel with a big balcony overlooking just about everything.
As soon as the very friendly bellman left us with complimentary wine and a huge fruit basket we unpacked a little and got into our swim suits. Dave yelled from the balcony, "Hey Danny... look at this." I went out to join him. "We could sunbathe nude and nobody could see us, bro," he said. We'd both been naked a lot around each other, but I was surprised that nude sunbathing was such a big idea to him. It was true. The inside area of the balcony could only be seen if a helicopter flew by really close.
On the plane Dave had told me he was really horny and didn't know how he could make it to his wedding day. He even mentioned that he jacked off a lot. I did, too, but it just wasn't the kind of thing I announced to many people... certainly not to my hung-up best friend. Dave's open discussion of sexual stuff was a bit of a surprise to me. Not long before landing, Dave whispered to me (with a bit of a grin on his face) that he'd even been experimenting with trying to bend over enough to put his own cock in his mouth. God, was I shocked to hear him talk like that.
After we unpacked and got settled in, I looked at the clock. It was only early afternoon on what I later discovered was a typical Hawaiian day. Warm, a little breezy and humid, with a few fleecy clouds drifting by. Back in the lobby in our Speedo's with a towel around our necks on our way to the ocean, the bellman... a sharp looking, well-built late-twenties part-Hawaiian guy they called Keiko (who Dave thought was maybe a "bit femmy")... stopped us. He said we should be sure to use a lot of sunscreen. "I know it's your first time here, guys. Lot's of people don't know about tropical sun and even get burned bad enough to go to the hospital. Be sure you use a lot or you'll be miserable for the whole time you're here."
He looked our near-naked athlete's bodies over a lot, took us into the lobby gift shop, suggested what kind of "waterproof" sunscreen to buy, told us how often to use it (and to rub it in really good), and even got us a big discount from his "friend" who ran the shop. They'd both been really nice and we thanked them a lot.
After we ate in the oceanfront cafe out under a poolside umbrella, Dave suggested we grease each other up, so we went back to the room. We rubbed the stuff all over each other, and I was surprised at how freely Dave touched me. It was fun rubbing the lotion into every part of his beautiful, creamy white body not covered by his skimpy "Speedo," and Dave seemed very free to do the same with me. I knew from obvious bulges that we'd gotten each other a little turned on even though we hadn't touched each other's crotch.
Somehow, it seemed like something was very different between us. It was wonderful, but I didn't think too much of it since I didn't think it would continue.
We swam, horsed around and wrestled in the water, rented a surfboard, fell off of it a lot, and generally had a hell-of-a-time being best friends and "bud's" that Saturday afternoon. When we went back to the room we were both wiped out and a little "toasty." The shower was big so Dave joined me after a few minutes and washed my back. I did his, too, and then he said we should put some more of the lotion on each other. "Let's just put baby oil on, Danny. Maybe we can lay out naked on the balcony a little and even up our tans."
We dried, and then I rubbed the baby oil on Dave's broad back. He did the same to me, going all the way down over my naked buns to my ankles. He had me turn around, and then he did my arms and started rubbing the oil in to my chest and stomach. I felt a little stimulated so I looked him over and discovered that his long cock had grown and thickened a lot, too. Dave rubbed the oil all over me and then concluded by even very carefully oiling my growing cock and balls.
God! He actually touched me! My cock... my balls! It only took a few seconds before my hypersensitive equipment was standing tall and throbbing, but that didn't stop him. I was really surprised at what he'd done. He had actually touched me so much I'd gotten fully hard right in his lingering hands.
I took the bottle and did everything to him he had done to me. He was fully hard before I even touched his long, creamy white pecker, but I went ahead and handled him until I was certainly his cock was fully covered in oil. I carefully greased him up... feeling the thing wonderfully throb as I handled it.
We laid naked in the late afternoon sun on the balcony for about a half an hour, turning from time to time, and Dave initiated adding more oil to me after each turn, even brushing his hand against my swollen equipment again. I continued to think that his touch was going to be a one-time experience with regrets to follow, like when we were eleven or twelve, but he seemed very at ease and turned on by what was happening. I don't think my throbber softened the whole time we were in the sun.
Dave had a big bottle of some other kind of Aloe Vera skin lotion in his bag, so after another shower together, we lotioned each other up again (with more hard results) before getting in some tight, work-out-type street shorts and tank tops to look around. As we wandered around Waikiki my mind was racing. I could hardly believe what was happening. My lifetime buddy and I were in paradise together, and he'd actually been free enough to handle my body for the first time in a decade. I wondered again if he'd get shook up and stop like before. Dave certainly did seem to be very different.
Keiko, the friendly bellman, gave us tickets to see a local rock group that Saturday night. I got a kick out of teasing him a bit with my body... stretching while we were talking, running my hands up under my tank top, etc. Dave seemed to catch on and do the same. He wouldn't take any tip money from us and it was clear we turned him on.
It was raining when we got out of the concert that night. Actually, it was storming... warm tropical rain, some wind, and even a little lightning. We couldn't get a cab, so we walked a couple of miles from downtown Honolulu out to Waikiki. By the time we got back to the hotel we were both totally soaked. I was amazed... it was about midnight and still very warm. I pulled off my wet clothes and went out on the balcony to feel the warm rain on my body. Dave joined me.
We stood next to each other, naked, feeling the little stings of the rain pelt our bodies as we watched the warm, tropical storm swirl around us. Dave put his hand on my shoulder. He mumbled something about being glad we'd taken the trip and after a moment we pulled each other together in a silent hug. It was just a long, unhurried side-by-side hug that finally turned in to a body-to- body embrace... no kissing. Two very wet, totally naked bodies pressed together for a very long time. I felt his cock swell against my thigh. I'm sure he felt mine, too.
We showered together again, washing each other very carefully. Dave got behind me to wash my back and ass. He freely soaped up and down my ass crack and then ran his fingers deeply between my legs. Then... I felt his wet, soapy hands move under my arms as he stood close behind me. At first he soaped my sides from my armpits to my hips, and then his hands moved around me to run over my chest and stomach. His face was at my ear. I reached behind me to run my hands over his thighs and ass, and somehow that caused him to press his whole body up against my back. I felt his very hard joy stick pressed down against my asscheek. His hands slipped down to briefly touch my swelling cock.
His hand moved over my lower stomach for a moment and then returned to my cock. I'd never been touched by anyone else like that or felt such sensations. His other hand drifted up and down my thighs and over my lower stomach, finally settling on my balls. I felt Dave's insistent hardness poking against my ass as both of his hands were wrapped around my body. Now he was skillfully stroking my bursting cock. In a very short moment we were both beyond the point of no return.
I spread my legs to let his cock slide down my asscrack between the globes. I felt like I was in a frenzy. His touch was really terrific! I continued to use my hands on his ass cheeks to pull his body against me while he proceeded to stroke me and fondle my balls with both hands.
Dave was breathing heavily into my ear. "God, Danny..." he whispered, pressing his cock tightly up under my balls. The warm water was erotically cascading down our bodies, providing the only lubrication available for his hand movements. It was the first time in nearly a decade that someone else's hands had touched my cock, other than a few moments with Ginger's fumbling fingers. Dave's work was clearly expert, and the sensations were beyond awesome. He began to buck against me, his solid lower stomach pushing against my asscheeks with his long hardness poking up against my balls between my legs.
The jacking motions of Dave's hands quickly increased in intensity. I felt his body begin to shake and then, after a few strong thrusts of his cock up between my legs, his cum washed my balls only moments before mine flew over his hands and the shower walls.
It was over almost as quickly as it had begun. We embraced each other lightly in the afterglow. Then, I turned around and we held each other until our energies began to return. We finished washing, rinsed and then, very tenderly and completely, we dried each other. We moved to the bedroom and laid together holding each other on the top of the sheets. There were no words between us. No explanations. No need for them.
The storm still raged outside, and once in a while lightning would light up the room. Nothing more had time to happen before we both quickly fell asleep.
The next morning there still seemed to be no remorse. There were no remnants of the storm, either. We still laid on top of the sheets in each other's arms. After we'd awakened we both lightly touched and examined each other for a long, wonderful time. We lazily fondled each other's hardness as we hugged and caressed until we both had to take a leak. There were no still words between us... only wonderful touching and body stroking.
Then, while still naked, we went to the living room, did some push-ups, sit-ups, play wrestled and goofed off, and then showered together again. Dave initiated more fondling, and I quickly reciprocated, but an errant phone call from some little kid calling the wrong room to look for his mother stopped our explorations before they got out of hand.
We laid around naked in the living room area of the little suite and finally did some talking before going for breakfast. I asked Dave how he'd tried to suck himself, so he jacked himself up to a full boner right in front of me, laid on the floor, flipped his legs over his body, and proceeded to get really close to putting his mouth on his cock while giving me a perfect view of his asshole. He did touch the tip of his tongue to his cockhead, but said he'd need to limber up a little to get further.
"Come on, Danny... you're a gymnast... you do it." It was my turn to jack off in front of him which, in itself, was a turn on to me. I was surprised that, even though I wasn't quite as lanky as Dave, I could actually put my lips to the head of my big old cock for a moment without much stretching to get loose. I'd never tried it before, but I knew there was going to be more attempts at this wonderful new sport.
The outdoor cafe by the oceanfront pool served great food, and we knew that our Speedo's were all we needed to wear. On the way through the lobby, Keiko stopped us. He looked at me. "What's your waist size, Danny?" I told him it was twenty-eight. He asked Dave, and he said his was the same. "Could you guys use another swim suit or two?" I nodded. Keiko said he had a thirty- one inch waist, and that he'd ordered some suits from a catalog and that they had turned out to be too small for him. He told us to stop by the bell stand after breakfast and he'd get them out of his locker and give them to us. "Try 'em on. If they fit and you like them, they're yours.*
We met Keiko in the lobby after breakfast and he pulled four very small men's bikini swim suits out of a bag. They were even smaller than our Speedo's, but I'd seen some guys wearing the same kind of suits on the beach and they'd looked very good. I put out my hand. "Thanks, Keiko. You've become a real friend." He smiled and told us we were "fabulous" looking, and that everyone on the beach would be turned on by us in those suits.
He was right! The new suits seemed to be a big hit on the beach for both of us. I felt really good showing off my perfectly proportioned gymnast's body and it seemed like we both got a lot of stares. Back in the room, we showered off the sand, then oiled up each other and laid out naked on the balcony again. It was clear that we were both building a good tan already.
I was feeling really horny, so I touched Dave's thigh for a moment. He squirmed as if it felt good, so I slowly began moving my hand over to his already rock solid cock. He "Umm'ed," so I knew it was okay. I began to fondle him, and soon his whole body was bucking, he was moaning, and his long cock was throbbing in my hand. After he sprayed a big load all over himself, Dave quickly moved over to my lounge chair. He sat down between my legs facing me, put my thighs in his cum-covered lap and grasped my pulsating boner with one hand while his other hand fondled my nuts. He proceeded to stroke my fat sausage and caress all of my other feel-good areas until I delivered a big load, too.
We played with each other for a while more, cleaned up, lubed each other all over again, ate lunch, found a game room, goofed off, and then ended up out on the beach until late afternoon. Two really cute and very sexy girls were really trying to put the make on us, but it was clear that Dave was intent on being with just me. He told them that we were both engaged and about to get married. That seemed to cool them off a little, but they still followed us around.
I knew that we were going to experience something more than just some mutual masturbation by how Dave acted with me that evening. Whenever we were alone and couldn't be seen he would get very affectionate and "touchy." I returned the physical contacts and we even played a little friendly "grab ass" in the empty hallway on the way back to the room.
We showered together again, this time washing each other even more thoroughly. Dave's wet and soapy fingers strayed up and down my asscrack a lot more than normal, and when I did the same to him I even slipped one finger just inside of him for a brief second. That caused him to probe me some more, and before our shower was over we'd both finger cleaned each other's asshole's about two knuckles deep for quite a period of time. Of course, we'd also thoroughly washed each other's swollen equipment, too, and by the time we were ready to towel each other dry we were both over stimulated and feeling incredibly horny.
Dave crashed on the bed on his stomach. I flopped beside him and began running my hand lightly over his back, ass, and thighs. Then, I leaned over and licked his back a bit. He seemed to like it so I began kissing and licking him everywhere, stimulating as many body parts with my tongue, lips and fingers as I could. I licked the backs of his knees. He spread his legs, so I repositioned myself to lay between his legs so that I could lick his thighs, massaging the tight globes of his ass with my fingers as my tongue did its thing.
Dave raised up his ass off the bed with his knees spread wide. I licked as deeply into his ass groove as I could, finally probing his newly washed asshole with my tongue. I don't know why I wanted to do it, or why it was so erotic for me. It certainly seemed erotic to Dave, also. He squirmed a lot and raised up some more, so I licked from asshole to balls, using my hands to spread his cheeks for better penetration. Dave was writhing and moaning in ecstasy, obviously enjoying the sensations. I finally got him to turn over, and then I bathed his balls and cockstem until he seemed almost frantic.
Finally, I slipped my lips over the head of his big pulsing pecker. I swirled my tongue around and around his sensitive cockhead. I had just begun to apply some suction when his body convulsed and blast after blast of his hot cream hit my throat. I was surprised that I didn't gag from the mouthful of his seed. It seemed okay and strangely wonderful to taste. I continued to lick his hairless balls and cock until Dave finally pulled me up to lay on top of him, body to body and face to face. I was shocked that Dave initiated a brief kiss on the cheek. By that time I was game for anything and kissed him back.
Dave rolled us over and began kissing down my body. In minutes his mouth had trailed over my shoulders and chest to my stomach. His chin was brushing against the head of my randy lance, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out for long because of all the stimulation. Dave seemed to sense it too, and soon he'd slipped his lips as far over my cock as they would go. His tongue was working over my cockhead as if he'd gotten a degree in cocksucking. The sensations were unbelievable. We thrashed and moaned together, Dave's mouth riding my flailing body and cock while his hands ran under my balls and probed my asshole.
And then, I blew!
Dave kept his mouth on my throbbing cock while I fed him all five big shots of my heavy cream. I was amazed at the feelings... the total pain/pleasure of my tender cockhead being lapped by Dave's soft tongue. The afterglow lasted a long time as we held each other, stroking each other's bodies, kissing each other's cheeks, then getting closer and closer to each other's lips.
We showered again, washing each other thoroughly and carefully, then completely rubbed lotion into each other's browning body until we were both hard and raring to go again. We ordered room service, wrapped in towels until the server had laid out all the food, and then ate together naked, feeding each other and often playing around and even eating food off of each other's bodies. We spent the whole evening on the balcony, huddled together naked on one lounge chair, holding and stroking each other until we both had another massive orgasm.
Then... we talked. Lazily and wonderfully, with much affection, we held each other as our cum dried and discussed our lives, our girlfriends, our hopes for the future, and how wonderful the two days we'd so far spent in Hawaii had been. After a pause, Dave asked me if I'd ever wondered what it would be like to have anal sex. I was a little surprised, but I admitted I'd heard about it and had wondered a lot. We'd been fondling each other and were again hard. He raised up, looked at me and said, "Danny... I'd like to do it with you, okay? Let's be real careful, but let's try it tomorrow." I agreed.
That night we showered again and prepared for bed. Before we went to sleep we rolled around in attempts to achieve every sixty-nine position known and finally fed each other another full load of seed. Again, as we'd sucked, we'd probed each other deeply with our fingers. I'd begun to discover that there was a reason so many people were hooked on anal sex. Something deep inside me felt very good when Dave's fingers were exploring.
That day in Waikiki was probably the first time in my life that I'd actually cum four times in one twenty-four hour period. Just before we went to sleep I mentioned that to Dave. He said he thought it was a record for him, too. The he looked at me, grinned, and said, "Let's see if we can set a new one tomorrow!"
We were showering the next morning when the phone rang. It was Connie and she was really steamed that Dave hadn't called her. (As far as I could tell he hadn't even thought about her.) The conversation was so long and heated that I pulled on the other new bikini suit, grabbed a towel and went downstairs by myself. In the lobby, Keiko asked where Dave was and I told him Dave was on the phone with his fiancee. Keiko pulled me to the side out of anyone's hearing and said he was surprised. He said he thought Dave and I might be gay. I patted his arm and said, "Wishful thinking, Keiko." He smiled and said it didn't matter about Dave having a girlfriend. He said he was more interested in me.
Teasingly I asked him what he'd like to do about it. He glanced around to be sure we couldn't be heard, and then (chidingly, I thought) said he'd love to suck my cock. It was a light moment, so I said his mouth was way too small. By that time I was trying to hide a major swelling in the little shorts and Keiko noticed. We were still kidding around. "My God, Danny... you may be right, but can I try?" I acted like I was shocked. "Not here," I said. He punched my arm and laughed. I thought it was a very exciting experience for him. It was an incredibly new experience for me to be teasing another guy about doing something sexual.
Fleetingly I wondered what it would be like if I could take Keiko up on his offer. We talked some more, and there were other surprises. Keiko was married and had an eight year old daughter. His first experiences with another man came at the hands of his wife's brother. She knew about the affair, but she loved him and had stayed with him.
Dave finally came down from the room. He was really bummed, and said they'd almost called off the wedding. I secretly wished they would, and wondered if Connie's call would drive Dave underground and end our sex experiments.
After breakfast I discovered he was more intent on trying everything than ever.
We showered together again, this time oiling and probing each other deeply and for a long period of time. We were so well oiled that we went to the balcony for some sun first. We weren't there more than two minutes before Dave was fisting my cock. We got into a few uncomfortable sixty-nine positions on that little lounge, but both of us were so steamed up that comfort didn't seem to much matter. Dave filled my mouth first, and then I unloaded a gusher into him.
A few minutes later we were on a beach towel on the living room carpet together, oiling and probing each other's assholes with our fingers. Dave laid another towel down, stretched out on the floor on his stomach, spread his legs wide and asked me to "do" him. I licked his asshole again as deeply as I could for a long time, intermittently using a couple of fingers to loosen him up. He was squirming and finally said I should try to stick it in. I used a lot more oil, pressed my fingers into him as far as I could, and then finally positioned my greasy hard cock at his back door. It wasn't easy, and it certainly was painful for Dave for a little while, but he wanted it badly.
Finally, my cockhead slipped past the fighting ass muscle, and with an "ooof" from Dave I slipped into his incredibly hot, tight passage a few inches. We continued to fondle until the pain subsided and then Dave wanted me to go deeper. Not only was it an amazing sensation, but it was also an unbelievably personal experience. I laid across my best friends back, my face and his side by side, acres of our oily skin touching, and almost all of my nine and a quarter thick inches imbedded tightly inside his rectum.
Dave controlled the action and he wanted me to begin some movement. As our faces pressed together he whispered, "Fuck me, Danny. I want you to give it to me." I began to move and Dave moved with me, rotating his ass in time with my movements. Before long he began insisting that I slam into him harder and more deeply. I did.
It was almost as if we shook that whole hotel that morning as I thrust my rock hard cock as deeply as possible into his burning channel. I felt my balls slapping against his inner thighs and our skin seemed like we were touching everywhere as I drove my long, thick cock into his very willing ass. My cock had a very large head and a thick shaft that got slightly narrower at the base, which stretched Dave's asshole in unique ways as I plunged in and out of him.
His skin was sweaty. He raised us up at one point, so that we were connected doggy style. I was surprised. I reached under him for his cock. It was soft, but it was also very moist, as if he'd leaked some cum. I concentrated on my own feelings as it was clear my orgasm was imminent. We stayed in doggy position for a while, and then, as my thrusts began to have the finality of the big blast, we again collapsed to the carpet. It seemed like our moans and noises could easily have been heard in the rooms nearby as I finished with a huge, ramming, slamming, jamming flourish.
I drove my near bursting spear deeply into Dave as his ass moved to meet my thrusts. Finally, I could hold out no longer. The unbelievable tightness of his chute continued to grip my cock, and then, with lots of sounds and powerful thrusts, his ass muscles milked the boiling juice from my erupting organ as blast after blast of my cum filled his innards.
We were bathed in sweat, and I discovered that the towel and carpet had taken a load of Dave's jism sometime during our tryst. I didn't pull myself from his tight ass until I'd lost some of my fullness, and then we just laid together, kissing more deeply than I'd ever kissed another human.
I told Dave it was his turn, but he said we needed to recuperate first. We kissed some more, and then we showered, again completely exploring each other with soapy fingers both inside and out. I was really curious and asked Dave how it had felt. "Oh, God, Danny... after you finally got in and I got used to it... it was amazing." He kissed me fully on the lips, smiled, and then added, "I may not walk for a week, but it was really worth it."
We put some of the sunscreen on each other, dressed in the little swim suits, ate lunch, and then went to play in the ocean. It was clear that our tanning, muscular bodies were attracting even more attention in Keiko's little swimsuits. I felt really good, self-confident and very powerful. I also seemed to be more horny than ever before in my life. I looked over every other body on the beach... male and female, young, my age and even middle-aged. If they were at all in good shape, I undressed them with my eyes, wondering what it would be like to experience sexual pleasure with them. I thought I detected that Dave might be doing the same thing. I must admit, my attention seemed to be mostly focused on the few handsome young men I saw.
It was mid-afternoon when we got back in the room. We showered together again, greased each other up with baby oil and then went back to the balcony. Even though I was a little tired, it was like Dave couldn't keep his hands or his mouth off of my hot, oily body. We embraced, fondled, licked and sucked each other through another shattering orgasm each, and then finally we both fell asleep. We dozed, turned over, greased each other up again, jacked each other off again, and finally ended up in the shower... again.
These were days of totally unbridled lust and passion. It was like we couldn't leave each other alone, nor did either one of us want to. After the shower I collapsed on a towel on the couch in the living room. Dave knelt beside me to add some oil, but ended up rubbing most of it around my asshole as I laid before him on my side. I knew it was time for the big experiment, so I added some oil to his swollen cock. He knelt behind me and I raised up a leg to open myself for him, resting my calf up against his shoulder. He was using two greasy fingers to stretch my asshole, but I knew it was time to try the real thing so I placed his throbbing cockhead against his fingers.
He removed the fingers and pressed his cock against my oily aperture. I'd heard somewhere that it was easiest if I pushed out, so I did... and with a minimum of pain Dave's randy cockhead entered my body. His long steel rod wasn't nearly as thick as mine, so I still felt only a little discomfort as we pressed against each other and his pulsing pole slipped all the way in. Since we'd both exploded twice within the last hour, Dave had staying power.
Our thrashing, turbulent fuck lasted a very long time. He held my upraised leg against his stomach with one hand, and he jacked my newly hardened cock with the other as he slammed his turgid pole deeply and violently into my hot orifice.
I was amazed at the sensations as Dave's long, thin probe with its mushroom head slipped back and forth over what I now know was my prostate. I could reach his balls and also easily probe a finger or two into his asshole as I helped him pull himself deeply into my cavern. We must have spent at least twenty minutes in fierce, body-slamming fucking. Soreness was building, but the feelings were beyond my comprehension. Again, the humidity caused us both to be bathed in greasy sweat.
It was a glorious experience, beyond anything I'd ever felt before. Dave's orgasm was slow to build. Finally, with a few last furious thrusts, I felt my guts bathed in warm fluids as he groaned, gasped, and finally collapsed on me.
We deeply French-kissed in the afterglow. Dave slowly fondled and stroked my hard cock and finally, with his still hard probe deeply imbedded in my tender asshole I, too, again exploded over his hand and the towel I was laying on. We showered, again put Aloe Vera lotion all over each other, and then collapsed on the bed for a long afternoon nap wrapped in each other's arms. It's possible we could have slept into the night, but hunger drove us back to the oceanfront cafe just as the sun was setting.
We spent some time in the game room wasting quarters, and then we both knew it was time for bed and another session of hot man-sex. It's like we were trying to make up for the past ten years. I think we were both too sore to try fucking again, but we finished that Tuesday evening trying different versions of the sixty-nine experience through two more orgasms each.
As we laid together in each others arms dozing off that night, I realized that Dave had not seemed to have given a thought to Connie since the morning phone call. I wasn't sure where my little religious Ginger fit into my plans, either. I hadn't talked with her since we left home. I certainly didn't want to live my life without continuing the experiences of the last three days, and I wondered if I'd be able to make it very long at all without more of the powerful episodes I'd just had with my best friend.
It didn't seem like sex with a woman could be so vigorous and fulfilling. Somehow, using all of my athlete's muscles and expending my total energies in fierce fucking was a tremendous experience beyond what I'd ever imagined sex might be. (I'd never before in my life allowed myself to even daydream about doing anything with another guy.)
Wednesday started just like the day before, only earlier. It was about seven-thirty when the phone rang. I answered. It was Connie again. I got up, quickly showered, and went downstairs while they talked. Keiko asked where Dave was again, and I said he was on the phone fighting with his woman. Keiko gave me a knowing look. We talked a bit, but he was busy checking people out of the hotel. I sat in the lobby and read the paper. Dave finally came down about an hour and a half later, acting like a whipped puppy.
At breakfast he said he was probably going to have to fly back home on Thursday to save his relationship. I wanted to tell him it wasn't worth saving, but it was clearly not the right thing to say. We had the room through Sunday, with our flight out scheduled for late Sunday afternoon, and he insisted that I stay. "No sense in completely ruining it for both of us." I told Dave a little bit of what I'd been thinking about the wonderful power of what had been happening. He looked very unhappy and said he wanted to be sure we "got together a lot" after the wedding. "Maybe we can go fishing once in a while," he said. I agreed, but I didn't think old Connie would let it happen.
The waitress had been complimentary to us both through the previous four days, and that morning she said we'd been doing a perfect job of tanning because we'd both turned very brown very fast without burning. We seemed to be getting more and more stares, but Dave wasn't feeling the wonderful omnipotence I was feeling. Never before in my whole life had I felt so completely in command of my situation and the people around me.
That afternoon Dave and Connie had another long phone conversation. I greased up and laid out on the balcony to deepen the tan while I waited. When Dave joined me he said it was for sure... that he was going to fly back the next afternoon. I greased him up and he got an instant erection. I got his mind off his woman problems for a little while by sitting between his legs, tongue bathing his cock, balls and asshole, and then sucking his wonderful stem dry.
After that, Dave was all over me with his tongue and his hands. We both blew two wads each before showering together and going out for dinner.
That night it was again like we were trying to make up for lost time. The whole evening was spent in one long, amazing orgy, and Dave acted as if it was the last sex he was going to have in his life. Twice that night he spread his oily body out on the living room floor on a towel and asked me to plug him. In between the pluggings, there were suckings, mutual jack-off sessions, a pause for a trip to a fast food joint about a block away for a snack, and then Dave fucked me again... long and hard... and wonderful.
I'm sure we broke many records for the number of orgasms that day and night... at least all personal records. While we were falling asleep together we also tried to set some French-kissing records, as our hands moved frantically over each other until we ran out of steam.
Before Dave had to go to the airport there was yet another phone call from Connie, which interrupted a morning sucking session. I decided to continue working Dave over while they talked, and Connie mentioned to him a couple of times that he seemed very distracted. Dave excused himself by saying he had to pack. I finished getting my morning cream from his long, stiff feeder, and then he reciprocated before we went to eat regular food.
We talked as Dave packed. We said goodbye in the room before both going down to the lobby, so that nobody else would witness our tears, our fondling and our deep kisses.
And then, he was gone!
After Dave and the limo had departed Keiko asked what I was going to do. I said it was time to get some exercise, practice some gymnastics and work on my tan. He smiled and then complimented me on how deep the tan had gotten. "You know, Danny, tomorrow is my day off. My wife and the kid are at grandmother's down on Molokai, so if you'd like to look around the island, I'd love to show you the sights." We talked some more, and then it was agreed. He'd stop by the room around nine the next morning and pick me up.
I ran my ass off on the beach that afternoon. I stretched, worked out, and then practiced a lot of gymnastics moves... cart wheels, hand stands, and my own spectacular brand of what I called "standing flips." I discovered that I'd drawn a bit of a crowd. I got embarrassed when I realized it, so I went up to the room and showered.
I was lonesome. I stroked myself in the shower for a while and then got all greased up for a bout in the sun. Self-stroking is certainly not like having someone else do it for you. I wondered what Keiko and I would do the next day. I decided to try to tease him with my body and see if anything would happen. Keiko was in good shape and had nice Hawaiian features and a natural tan. He seemed to have a little body hair, but I'd only seen him in his uniform... a Hawaiian shirt and some mid-thigh length shorts.
That night I put on my short Levi cut-off's and a tank top. I went to a movie and then briefly talked to a few people on the busy street in front of the hotel. I felt a lot of eyes and a number of very friendly, hopeful "hello's," but I wasn't about to strike up a friendship with a stranger that night. Before I hit the sack I stretched out and then did some more exercises in the living room... some head stands and hand stands. I was naked and got the urge, so I tried again to see how far I could suck myself. I got my lips about half-way down my hard pole before it got painful. I was able to suck long enough to come in my own mouth. Wow! It was a surprise. It was probably because I'd been playing around all afternoon without an explosion. I noticed that I tasted differently than Dave.
I was showered and carefully wrapped in a small hand towel that barely covered my assets when Keiko knocked on the door. I acted as if I was still drying myself as I let him in. It was the first time I'd seen him in shorts and a tank top. I told him the truth... he looked very sharp.
Keiko asked what I'd been doing and if I was lonesome. I boldly told him about how I'd laid out bare ass, just as Dave and I had done, and how I'd done some gymnastics. I smiled slyly. "I guess I'd better not tell you what else I tried." He tried to pry my "secret" out of me, but I told him he'd have to guess. I teased him by saying you had to be very athletic and naked to make it work. I think he guessed.
He asked about gymnastics. I knew it was time to test him, so I effortlessly flipped myself up into a handstand right there in the living room. Of course, I knew the towel would fall off in the process. I did a series of moves, and when I ended up on my feet Keiko clapped. I said I hoped I hadn't blown his mind about the towel falling off. I must have loved to show off because my cock was a bit distended, even after the exercise. He smiled timidly and said I looked wonderful.
I asked him if he was naturally brown or if he tanned. He said he laid out when he could. I asked if he'd like to lay out for a little while before we took off. He hesitated. I picked up the baby oil bottle from the coffee table. "Come on, Keiko... it's just us girls, man. If you rub some of this stuff on me, I'll do the same to you and we can cook for a little while."
He took the baby oil from my hand. I reached for his tank top and began pulling it off. He seemed a little hesitant but didn't stop me. He kicked off his clogs and I pulled his shorts down. He was a little lighter around the middle and was wearing some kind of a black leather strap around the base of his cock and balls. I was surprised. "Wow! What's that?" His cock seemed kind of small, and the strap held it and his balls straight out from his body. Keiko was definitely uncomfortable being naked in front of me. He explained that the strap was called a "cock ring." I told him truthfully that he had a body he should be proud of. "Not like yours, Danny. You've got the best body I've ever seen."
I laid on the floor on a towel and Keiko crawled all around me rubbing the oil into my back, legs and ass. When I rolled over I had a roaring hard-on... over nine thick inches of throbbing meat. He rubbed oil all over and I noticed that his cock had expanded quite a bit in the process. He avoided touching my cock and balls. I pressed his oily hand against my stiff poker. "Don't worry, it won't break," I said, "And I don't want it to burn."
Keiko was reluctant at first, but after a little while he began to very carefully and thoroughly rub the oil into my hard equipment. When he finished his cock was also standing fully hard, maybe now seven inches of medium thick meat straining at the restricting ring.
I oiled every inch of his body, even running my fingers up and down his ass groove and over his touchy asshole. When I massaged the oil into his cock he began to squirm and moan so much I thought he might explode. I carefully pulled off the cock ring and discovered that he had a good sized foreskin... something I'd never really seen before. I pulled and fondled it a bit as I greased Keiko up, and he squirmed like the sensations felt very good.
We baked in the hot sun, talking, turning, and adding oil to each other. I told Keiko that Dave and I had tanned that way at least a couple of times a day since we arrived. When it was finally time to get out of the sun, I coaxed him into the shower and we washed each other. I carefully scrubbed Keiko's everywhere, including his expanded equipment.
Then, I did what Dave had done to me that first day. I got behind him, ran my soapy hands around his body, over his back, his ass cheeks and his thighs. Then I washed his sides, reaching around him from behind to scrub his chest and stomach, pressing my hardness into the crack of his ass in the process. I then began soaping his pulsing cock until I had him in a frenzy. His body involuntarily quivered and shook as my hands moved over his hard stem. It didn't take long for Keiko to explode, and surprisingly huge amounts of his cum sprayed the shower walls.
He washed me and then lovingly jacked me off, too. His touch felt very different, but very, very good, and it didn't take long before I blew my wad all over his hands and legs. We rinsed, lotioned each other, and then I gave Keiko a big embrace and told him I thought he was a terrific friend.
I asked him if I could put his cock ring back on. He asked if I wanted to try one, since he had an extra in his bag. For the next ten minutes we used the leather ring excuse to fondle each other, finally getting the rings installed on each other's hardness. In the mirror we looked good. I asked Keiko if he was going to make good on his promise that day. He asked what I meant. "Remember, the first time we talked, you said you wanted to suck that thing?" He was just finishing installing the ring around my cock and balls and I was hard as a rock. He smiled, and said, "Now, or later?" Before I put on my shorts I took the cock ring off, since the bulge looked too obscene in anything I had to wear.
We had a blast that day. He showed me all around Oahu. We ate on the North Shore, watched the surfers on "Pipeline," playfully goofed off, chased and punched each other, lightly hugged and touched a lot. Keiko said he knew where there was a private waterfall up a long rutted road, but a small group of hippie guys and girls were there. We skinny-dipped with them for a while and then went on.
When we got back Keiko was very careful about not being seen going to my room, since bellmen were not supposed to be in guest rooms when they were off duty. We greased each other up and tanned on the balcony again with the last rays of sun for the day. I began fondling Keiko's cock, which got him in the mood. He knelt down between my legs on that big lounge chair and began a most wonderful "mouth wash" of my asshole, balls, cock, and surrounding area. In minutes I was writhing in ecstasy, and even though he backed off from direct sucking at the last minute, I was way too stimulated and blew a load almost without warning.
That didn't stop Keiko. He licked up whatever he hadn't sucked up, and then proceeded to wash and suck me again. He was clearly an expert in the oral arts, and after a long period of wonderful love-play I fed him another load of my hot jism. He was so aroused by his experience that I only had to touch his hard cock to get him writhing again. I jacked him off to a quick cum.
Back inside, we showered and Aloe Vera's each other, and then Keiko hid in the bathroom while the room service guy dropped off my order. After our naked dinner he told me about a private birthday party he was invited to on Saturday night. Since it was my last night in Hawaii, he wondered if I'd like to join him. "All the guys will be gay, Danny. You know Freddy from the lobby gift store? He'll be there. Probably about seven or eight guys. A couple of them are pretty far out there. The kid who's having the birthday is just turning twenty-one and he's just come out. They're trying to get a male stripper, so it will probably get really sexy." I was curious and said I'd go.
I stretched out on the living room floor while Keiko watched, and then I asked him to fondle me until I had a roaring erection. When I was fully hard I gave him a demonstration of how much of myself I could get in my mouth. I was still only able to get my lips about half way down the shaft without straining, but it was enough to completely blow Keiko's mind... and turn him on.
He began to stroke my cock again, so I just laid on my back and let him do as he pleased. For the next half hour he expertly stimulated me with both his hands and his mouth... cock, balls, and all the surrounding area, tweaking my nipples, and even rubbing my neck in the process. Keiko spent a long time holding my cock like it was a giant popsicle and just licking my tender head. For a long time he didn't try putting his mouth on me... he lapped at the tiny "eye" and the "eyelids" on the tip of my pointer, and then licked the hypersensitive little arrow just under the bulbous head. Finally, when I was just about frantic from the amazing sensations, he slipped his lips down over the shaft. He was able to get almost the whole length of my fat lance into his mouth. The stimulation was tremendous, and I finally fed him another full load of my cream.
We parted late that night after another shower, more lotion, and another hand job each.
I again stretched, ran and worked out on the beach on Saturday morning. I really missed Dave, but I was enjoying the attention I was receiving from others on the beach. One slightly paunchy older man with a floppy hat stopped me on the stairs. "Excuse me, young man. I just wanted to tell you... you are the best looking young man I have ever seen." He smiled and added, "Just thought you'd like to know."
During breakfast I began thinking about what the older man had said... and about the party that night. I got a wild idea. I knew I was in the best shape of my life, with the added look of a deep tan and some slight sun-blonding of my auburn hair. I was also feeling very vigorous, powerful and sensual. I went to the lobby and found Keiko. He wasn't busy so I got him in a corner. "You know that party tonight? Did they find a stripper?" He said he didn't think so. I looked at him for a long minute. "I'd be scared, and I don't really know what to do, but... what if I did it?"
Keiko looked shocked for a second, and then a big smile broke out on his face. "Oh, my god... you serious?" I told him I'd only seen a girl stripper once at a bachelor party, so I didn't really know what to do, but that... yes, I was serious. He kept repeating, "Oh, my god... that'd be wild!" I asked if the stripper went nude. "Sure... usually." I said that's the way I'd like to do it. "What if I did some of the gymnastics stuff? You know, naked flips, handstands... maybe even try the sucking thing on myself."
Keiko went wild. He went to make a phone call and came back a minute later. "Nope, they didn't get one. They were looking for someone new." I smiled. "I'm new, don't you think?' I don't know how he could get more excited. He asked if I'd really try the sucking thing. "Sure, why not? Unless, of course, they'd be offended." He laughed. "Oh, my god... not a chance." I said I didn't have anything like a g-string and I didn't know what to actually do, but that it would be fun trying. "I've always been told that I'm a great dancer," I said. Even thinking about it made my heart race.
He was really excited. He said he had some stripper videos at his house, and even some costumes. "I'll take a break and run home. You can watch the videos on the VCR in your room and get all the idea's you'll need. Just remember, there's only going to be about eight guys and you won't have to do much to get them excited." I asked where the party would be held, and Keiko said it was in a rich guy's living room in a high rise condo a few blocks away in Waikiki.
So I went to my room and Keiko showed up less than a half hour later with three videos and a small box of costume stuff. After Keiko left I got naked and watched the videos. One was of guys in Canada dancing in a club and getting naked for girls. Most of the guys stroked themselves and got hard, but there wasn't much audience touching. One video was kind of homemade, probably shot locally. The stripper wasn't very good but the scene got kind of nasty and I got really turned on watching as members of the audience fondled the guy and sucked him off. Before coming to Hawaii I would have been horrified, but now the video really excited me.
The third video was of a few guys dancing for gays. Two guys used whipped cream and the audience ate it off of them. One guy used kind of a waterfall and a tub, and the water and oil looked sexy as he tugged on himself. A couple of dancers used cock rings, one crawled naked over the laps of the audience while they played with him. There was a lot of ideas.
I looked through the box of g-strings and costumes. It seemed like the two dancers that were really popular and got a lot of cheers started with ripped up jeans and tank tops. I had a second pair of jeans in my bag with the legs ripped off that were now almost sinfully tight on me. I hadn't worn them since I'd put on some muscle and they'd gotten tighter. I found a red "wet-look" leather strap in the costume box that went between my legs and over my shoulders, with no straps on the side. I tried it on. It looked great, especially if I was a little swollen.
I greased myself up and went out on the balcony to think and to tan. I mulled over what I'd seen on the videos and came up with some ideas for what I would do. I fondled myself as I planned my dirty little show, and soon I got myself so worked up that I covered myself with a big load of cum.
Later, when I went downstairs to eat, Keiko offered to come up after work and help me plan my act. I patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna keep it a secret from you, Keiko. I don't want you to get bored and leave early." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, my god... not likely!" I asked if he had a certain piece of music, and he said his friend had the CD. I asked if anyone had a small tub so I could do something in the water. He thought a minute, and then said his daughter had a blow-up play tub. The guy that owned the condo where the party was going to be held had lots of towels, he said. I told him to get the address and tell me when to show up, and I'd be there. "You just bring the CD and the tub, Keiko. I'll bring the rest."
I went to the little convenience store across the street and bought a can of whipping cream, a big bottle of water, a small bottle of liquid bath soap and a small bottle of baby oil. Keiko gave me a slip with the address and directions on it when I went back through the lobby. Freddy, the guy from the lobby store, smiled when I went by and said he'd heard I was going to entertain that night. He definitely didn't look unhappy about it.
Back in my room, I watched one of the video's again, almost stroked myself off again, did some stretching and gymnastics, tried the sucking routine and got so far I even touched my hard lance to the back of my throat. I put on the tight cock ring and tried it again with even better results.
I left the cock ring on and put on the rest of my costume. The tank top wouldn't work because of the red straps on the g-string that went over my shoulders. I found a great black denim vest I'd brought with the sleeves ripped off. That, plus my tight, off-white cut-off jeans, some white sox and my black high-topped tennis shoes finished off the outfit. I looked in the mirror and pronounced the whole get-up perfect.
I cooked again in baby oil out on the balcony, memorizing my little performance and started getting more excited by the minute. I showered, ordered up some fruit and a sandwich from room service, and then tried to take a nap. I finally was able to shut off my mind until my alarm went off at 9 o'clock.
I showered, oiled myself really good, and then began to put on my costume. The cock ring was hard to install because of my slippery fingers and the firmness of my excited cock. I was both nervous and electrified, knowing that I was about to take a huge step in my life. I put on the dance strap, pulled on my cut-off's, my sox and shoes... and the vest. I finally decided the cock ring made me look so big that I'd better pull on some loose shorts over the get- up, just to get to the condo. I packed my small overnight bag with the baby oil, whipping cream, liquid soap and water.
There was lots of party noise inside the twenty-eighth floor condo. I knocked on the door. A moment later Keiko answered the door and let me in. I hid in a little bathroom and told Keiko that I'd come out when I heard the music start. He said the tub was blown up and off to the side. "The word got out, Danny. There's eleven guys in there." I asked if anyone would be offended at anything. He smiled and shook his head. "It's a perfect crowd, Danny... perfect!"
I pulled off the extra pants, looked at myself in the mirror, and waited. My heart was beating a mile a minute. My cock seemed to be really strained because of the tight cut-off's and the cock ring, and looked like it would almost burst. I sat on the can and caught some deep breaths to calm down, taking a sip from the water bottle. Finally, I heard my music. I looked in the mirror, took another deep breath, and opened the door.
The cheering was really loud when they saw me. They sat close together in a semi-circle on big padded leather couches, overstuff leather chairs, and the floor. Most looked to be in their twenties... and maybe a couple were even younger. My racing mind went blank for a second, but I smiled and started to dance. They clapped. I moved around the room, starting to get that feeling of power again. There was one mirror on a wall where I could see myself. I looked very good... at least, to me.
Hands touched my legs as I danced very close. I slowly removed the vest, revealing the red straps. Keiko and I had worked out a signal system about who was the guy with the birthday. He pointed to a handsome young man in shorts and a tank top sitting in one of the big, overstuffed arm chairs. I danced close to him as I began unbuttoning my cut-off's. He seemed very shy, so I took his hands and moved them over my body.
It was clear I had everyone's undivided attention. I knew I was in total command of the room. I teased and danced, moving about the room and threatening to pull off the cut-off's. Hands moved over my muscled, hairless brown legs, chest and stomach. I finally moved back in front of the birthday boy to force him to help me pull the shorts to the floor. I hauled him up off the chair to stand with me, and as he slid the shorts down over my hips I ran my hands under his tank top and unzipped his fly.
It seemed that they were all barely breathing. Keiko's eyes seemed locked on my body. I let birthday boy sit back down, and then put one knee on each of the arms of his chair, leaning over and nuzzling him. I took his hands and ran them up and down my now naked sides and over my bare asscheeks. I felt my ringed cock pressing hard against the over-the-shoulder g-string, and knew if I bent over at all it would press the thing out and be revealed.
I danced close-up and personal with everyone in the room, pulling the straps from my shoulders and teasing as much as I could. Often, I turned so they could touch and caress my now very bare, muscled ass cheeks. I stretched the act out as long as I felt I should, and then I let birthday boy pull the strap down. Just as he was slipping it off, I turned to face the rest of the crowd. Every eye in that room was welded to my hard, ringed equipment. My rigid cock stuck straight out from my body, looking every centimeter of it's nine and a quarter inch length. There was a noticeable intake of air as I let the thing flop around in front of my body. I turned to face birthday boy again, taking his hands and running them over my body before I let him sit back down.
One of the dancer's I'd seen on the video's had flopped his cock back and forth from side to side, letting it slap against his hips. I knew it would work well for me because of my size, even though I hadn't tried it, so I moved around the room, wiggling my body and flopping it in front of the whole crowd. In front of Keiko I heard, "Oh, my god..." A hand reached for my cock, but I backed away. I danced around the room getting as close to each guest as I could.
Then, I laid down on my stomach across the laps of the four guys on the big couch and crawled across their thighs, writhing in time with the music. Most of them were wearing shorts, so my cock dragged across their crotches, often touching bare legs. I also felt probes sticking up from their shorts to press against my body.
I reached for a guys shorts and started unbuttoning them. Someone lightly slapped my ass. I spread a leg to the side and another hand slipped between them and rubbed, touching the underside of the cock ring. His touch felt really good so I let it continue for a bit as other hands moved over my back and legs. I wriggled for a few moments more before rolling over so that my hardness was again in full view.
This time I let them touch. One leaned over and kissed my chest. Hands again moved over my stomach, my legs, my cock and my balls. I let them play a moment more before getting up to move to some of the others. One good looking guy had his shorts open and his hand in his fly. I reached in and pulled out his hardness. A couple of shirts and tank tops had come off. I moved again to birthday boy, knelt before him and began pulling off his tank top. He was in good shape, tall, and had an athletic, hairless body. I finally got his tank top off and began to pull down his shorts. I found a good sized cock in his jockey underwear. It was very hard.
Again I stood him up in front of his chair. I put his hand on my erection and started stroking myself with his hand in mine. When I took my hand away, he continued to touch me. I pulled his hard cock out of his pants. He seemed mesmerized, but not humiliated. I slipped his shorts to the floor and then let him sit down again.
More and more of the guests were taking off clothing and unbuttoning their shorts. I sat on a lap and had two people take off my shoes. Another removed my sox. I was absolutely bare now, except for the restrictive cock ring which seemed to make my organ stick extra far out from my body. Another guy was wearing one, and I saw Keiko's pants open and could see his, too.
I got out the whipping cream and sprayed a bit on my nipples. Two guys licked it off. I put some on each ass cheek and backed up to some other guys. They licked if off. I bent over and shot some cream into my ass crack. I bent over further and a guy licked straight up my crack and all the way down to the leather ring around my balls. I used whipped cream on my stomach and the two guys that licked it off bumped into my spear with their chin.
I went over to birthday boy and shot a dab of whipped cream right on to the top of my cockhead. He hesitated a second, then stuck out his tongue and licked it off. I slipped closer to him with my knees on the chair arms, bent backwards and sprayed some cream on my balls. He didn't hesitate. He held my cock back toward my stomach with his hand and licked off every bit. When I started to move away from him I got an idea. I pulled him up in front of everyone, squirted some whipped cream on his hard cockhead, and then slipped my lips over the rosy knob to suck the cream off with my own mouth. I hadn't intended to do such a flagrant thing. I flashed on the fact that in my whole life I'd only had my buddy Dave in my mouth up to that time, and that was only in the past few days.
Every guy in the room ate a little whipped cream off of my body that night, and a couple even took the can and used it on each other.
I pulled the empty tub over as close to the audience as I could get it. I got in, took the water bottle and the little bottle of liquid soap. Keiko stood and helped with the water, pouring it over my shoulders as I added a little of the soap. I lathered myself, and then let some of the others help. Hands were everywhere, and soon I was covered with soapy suds.
I looked at birthday boy, winked, and motioned for him to come over. As he stood I noticed that he was still as hard as he could get. I pulled him into the tub with me and began to wash him. Keiko added water, I added a dab of the soap, and finally I got behind him as Dave had done to me. I washed over his ass and sides, then slipped my hands under his arms from the back and washed his chest and stomach.
The room was silent. Some hands were slowly fisting hard cocks, but every eye was locked on us. I slipped my hardness under birthday boy's asscheeks, moving one of his legs to the side so that my cock could slip under his balls. Then, with both hands, I began massaging his cock and balls, pumping my slippery wet cock back and forth between his legs. I chewed on his ear and kissed his cheek. Birthday boy shuddered against me, reaching his hands above his head to hold my head so he could kiss me back. His shyness had disappeared and he seemed to be letting go. I pumped his cock as our bodies thrashed together, and a moment later, with a loud "aaaugh" he let fly a load that landed on two guys in front of the tub.
I had to hold him up for a moment as his body sagged. I reached under his balls and pumped my cock a bit. Birthday boy recovered and his hands moved under his spent balls to help me pump out my load. His body rocked, a lot of friction was supplied by his tight thighs, his amateurish touch was wonderful and I, too, sprayed my jism over a couple of naked bodies in front of us.
Birthday boy and I were rinsed off, and then I took some baby oil so that we could both be oiled up before using the towels. I really liked the kid, who seemed to be very inexperienced... but also very horny. His cock had slightly softened after the explosion, but now it stood tall again as we oiled each other.
Some guys in the audience toweled us dry, and Keiko moved the tub away to the corner. I stood before them and stretched. When I knew I had everyone's undivided attention again, I did a series of flips, hand stands, and everything else I knew I could pull off with a low ceiling and not much space. Finally, knowing I was limber, I pulled over a heavy coffee table right next to the couch, laid on my back, let two guys stroke my cock until I was fully hard again, flipped my legs up over my body, and proceeded to slip my lips over my cockhead.
I'd noticeably "wowed" them, so I sucked further, bouncing my legs a bit to go further down on my stiff schlong. My cockhead touched the back of my throat and my lips touched the cock ring. I laid back on the coffee table for a second to relax and looked around the room.
Almost everyone was naked with a hard-on. Two guys were now in a sixty-nine position off to one side. Keiko was standing right next to the coffee table with his ringed cock standing straight out from his body. He was slowly fisting himself and looking down at me with a warm smile on his face. The youngest guy in the room seemed intent on sucking me and had knelt beside the coffee table. Birthday boy was watching me and slowly jacking himself off, too. I was feeling totally sexual and very promiscuous. I didn't want anything to end.
I motioned for birthday boy to come over to the coffee table where I laid. I pointed to a bowl of condoms and lube on an end table. He understood my sign language and brought me one. As the youngest guy had his head in my lap, I took the condom from birthday boy and began to put it on Keiko. Another set of hands helped me.
I asked Keiko to bend down so he could hear me. I whispered, "Get behind me and fuck me, Keiko. Let's finish this show." He hesitated, as if he wasn't sure what he heard. Finally, he took up a position at the end of the coffee table and I raised my legs. He put them against his chest with my calves on his shoulders. The guy with his mouth on my cock readjusted himself to the new position and continued licking and sucking my randy stick.
Birthday boy and someone else used the tube of lube and fingers moved around my asshole. When Keiko got in position behind me, I had birthday boy straddle the coffee table facing me. At first he didn't understand the instructions, but I reached up and pulled him to me so that his crotch was in my face. Keiko slipped inside my ass without much pain, and then I slipped my lips over birthday boy's hard cock again. As Keiko began to move his cock in and out of my randy rectum, I began using my hands on birthday boy's hips to pull his cock in and out of my sucking mouth.
It was an improvisational foursome formed from the heat of a bunch of passions... mostly mine. The kid who was sucking me was getting good, and playing with my straining balls at the same time. He was keeping time with the pace set by Keiko's cock as it slipped in and out of my rectum and back and forth over my prostate. I was sucking birthday boy's hardness while using the fingers of one of my hands to caress his balls. I pressed the fingers of my other hand in and out of his asshole. My nose was being tickled by the considerable pubic hair on his otherwise hairless body. There was also a faint and very exciting man-smell that caressed my nostrils with every breath.
Birthday boy wore out first, filling my mouth with violent spurts of his sweet tasting nectar. I filled the mouth of the young one moments later, and after a minute more of some now-fierce ass fucking, Keiko finally exploded inside the rubber in my ass.
I pulled birthday boy's face down to my mouth and kissed him hard, probably feeding him back at least a taste of what he'd fed me. The young man who had just sucked my cock stood up beside the coffee table, grasped his own hardness, stroked himself for a few moments, shuddered and then pumped out a load all over my chest and stomach. Keiko was slowly removing himself from my asshole at the same time.
I took birthday boy by the hand and led him to a nearby bedroom. It was obviously the master so I knew it had a bathroom attached. He and I showered together, washing each other in much the same way Dave and I had done that first time. We hugged and kissed each other for a while in the privacy of the locked bathroom, and then we dried each other. Birthday boy and I returned to the party. Everyone had stayed naked for refreshments, and before the night was over two other guys sucked me dry as others watched.
Keiko drove me back to the hotel. He said he'd never even dreamed anything could be so wild. I asked him to come up for a little wine, so he slipped up another elevator and knocked on the door a few minutes after I'd arrived. The troops at the party had taken up a collection for the entertainment. He handed me a pile of hundreds, twenties, fifties, ten's, five and one's. It all added up to seven hundred and twenty-six dollars. I was shocked. I'm sure the rich guy that owned the condo was the major contributor.
We got naked again, then cuddled and kissed on the warm balcony for a long time. Later, Keiko offered me his asshole on the living room carpet, flat on his back, bent double, with his legs in the air. He asked me to be careful because of my size, but said he wanted to have it happen as something special he could remember me by. It was very special, and took a very long time. Since I'd come so many times that night I had to get my load to build up again.
Keiko made me keep the red leather dance strap and the cock ring... "for future performances," he said. He left as the sun was coming up. There was very little time for sleep. I rode the plane back home knowing that the week in Hawaii had changed my life forever.
EPILOGUE
It did change, as you'll learn from my story of "Danny, The Model" (the sequel to this story). Dave quit school and moved twelve miles away to another town to work for Connie's father and get their apartment ready for the wedding. Connie kept Dave and me apart allowing only one very brief meeting. She never let him out of her sight, so the time I did see him she was standing next to him the whole time. I guess she thought I was bad news for him. Dave certainly seemed miserable, but it was his life and he was no prisoner.
I never even had a chance to tell him about the wild things that happened at Keiko's party. It was only fodder for my constant sexual fantasies, which now had radically changed from obscure dreams of women to very specific, mind (and cum) blowing dreams of handsome men, their hard bodies, hard cocks and balls.
I didn't dare try stripping around my home town, even though I wanted to very badly. I didn't know if there were any opportunities, but I wouldn't have dared to explore them if the occasion arose.
Ginger and I still dated on Friday nights, regular as a clock, but there was nothing exciting about it for either one of us. It was now more like an old habit than anything else. Every Friday... dinner and a movie, with a little in-car kissing and furtive grab-ass before we said goodnight. Unlike Dave and Connie, our relationship wasn't a huge and constant, fighting crisis. We got along. That was it!
I continued to work out constantly, perfecting every muscle of my bod. My symmetry became my passion. My Hawaii experiences taught me that I had a very special look that I ought to keep perfecting. I bought a membership at a tanning salon to keep my golden brown look, worked at Wal-Mart, stayed in school to the end, even keeping up with the classes I took for Dave's sake. One of them was "art," and that's what opened all the new doors for me, even though, as I said, I couldn't draw flies.
-0-
Thanks for your time. Hope you liked it. Look for the sequel in the near future. If you want to check out more of my stuff, look under "Miscellaneous," then "Prolific Authors," and then scroll down to Bill Fore. Thanks for your comments. My E-mail address is Bill Fore, b4@earthlink.net.