"Shower Equipment" by Mike Austin
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While not being able to relate the goings on in the room next door, until after breakfast Saturday morning, ours was a room filled with testosterone! No sooner than we closed the door, did Juan, wrap his arms about me and cover my mouth with his. Pablo aimed at Tom and soon had him pinned to the bed, and only slightly struggling. The moans and urges led to trunks and tops being shed, covering the flip-flops and sandals that served as trip hazards. Juan rolled me to my back as we backed to the one double bed. The other double bed, already framed Pablo slowly sucking Tom's nips, arms, abs and down to his crotch. Tom moaned loudly and I knew he was close to orgasm. Pablo sensed it too and backed off, slowly shifted Tom face down and then began licking the back of Tom's neck, down his spine to his glutes, before biting each one then slapping that bite mark and going to the other cheek. Juan straddled my chest, and slowly stroked his thickening cock and large bulbous head, that poured pre-cum from the deep slit. With one hand gripping his dick, he lifted my head with the other and slowly fed his dick to me. I wasted no time sucking the fine Latin Stud cock to his dense pubes. The slick head glided across the roof of my mouth and to the back of my tongue before he pressed it farther and lodged the meat down my well-lubed throat walls. I fed eagerly on cock, Juan's cock. Pablo parted Tom's glutes and lapped the furry blonde ring that massed his muscled ring. Tom's deep and long sigh of passion was muffled by the pillow beneath his face. Instinctively, Tom arched his back as Pablo rimmed more aggressively. Slowly, he worked Tom to a doggy position, reached for the tube of lube on the night stand between the two beds and applied a hefty gob to Tom's ring, fingered it deeply and then rubbered up his ample cock. Tom turned his head to speak just as Pablo pressed his huge slick head to Tom's ring. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" was all that remained as Pablo began his slow and steady fuck of Tom's fine butt. At the same time, Juan leaned over my face and was face fucking me in earnest. I gripped his muscled glutes and helped guide his thrusts deep in my throat. His heavy balls thumped my chin and his chlorine-scented pubes covered my face now as he dicked my mouth harder and deeper. Even at this angle I could tell Juan's thick cock had to be 8"+ and his ball bag hung below my jawline. The short glance I got of Pablo's hard-on showed a similarly sized dick, but with a tightly gathered set of balls. The fuck angle that Pablo used on Tom was amazing. The sexy Latin laid into my lover with long deep thrusts as Tom remained on all fours, bucking back to meet each thrust. Both were totally engaged in the fuck. Soon Juan's face fuck brought his orgasm as he nodded down at me, then closed his eyes and rolling his head back, began firing those long hot ropes of cum down my throat. His throat fuck stopped as he held my head with both hands and poured cum in me. Pablo's fuck reached an awesome intensity and soon had him blasting cum in the rubber that denied Tom that massive load. We four passed out after that. Pablo eased Tom flat out face down and lay atop him. They snuggled briefly and were asleep. Juan stood, walked to the head, pissed and returned to bed and into my arms. The day had been a full one and sleep was now the top item on my list; at least for the time being.
Without an alarm clock and not reaching for my cell, I woke to pee, found Juan not in bed, then heard the sound of the shower full force. I paused then said "fuck it" to myself and headed for the toilet to pee. Juan stood with his slick, soapy and chiseled self in the hot shower, steam streaming from the tiled enclosure and into the rest of the bathroom. His heavy cock hung low as did those hefty balls. He smiled from beneath a soapy face and motioned for me to join him. I did. Gripping the ample cock, he smiled, took my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His cock throbbed, then began to harden and rise. "That's some major shower equipment there mi amigo" I remarked. He grinned and we kissed more. Holding his soapy dick with my left hand, he began a slow pump-fuck and the cock thickened further. His moans grew a bit longer and lower, as his cock pump grew faster and faster. I slowed him by gripping him harder, before kneeling in the shower to lap his balls and suck his cock. He stood still as I swallowed his long dick down my throat. Then gripping my head with both hands, resumed his pump fuck, now down my throat. The shower equipment was working just fine, I remember thinking just as he shot those now familiar ropes of Latin Leche in me. I was suddenly aware that Pablo stood watching as he began a long slow piss of his own; before he joined us in the shower. The pair of stud brothers then took turns pumping my face, sometimes Juan holding my head for his brother to fuck my mouth until Pablo suddenly tensed, his body rigid as steel and his cum flooded my throat. It was sweeter than Juan's but not as thick. Still the pair of dicks had been as hard as the shower handles on the wall and produced a similar force from the shower head. I could only imagine Pablo's cum power as he filled the rubber and I begged to watch him fuck Tom and shoot off across Tom's back or abs. Pablo grinned big and agreed to deliver. We dried off and all returned to our respective beds.
Jack replaced Jim on the Saturday morning shift as had Elaine for Ericka. They prepped the kitchen in advance of Chef Rodrigo arriving for breakfast and lunch service. The staff liked to have everything in order for the guests, as they awoke and arrived for coffee and breakfast. On the off-season, the staff wrote menu items for each meal service on a large chalk board.
Pablo and Tom woke and began an early morning 69. I was enamored of Juan's cock and as he woke, stretched and spread his legs, I crawled between his thighs and fed on his dick. I was still finishing Juan as Pablo and Tom went to the head, showered and dressed for breakfast. Juan and I followed suit, before joining the other pair albeit very bleary-eyed in the open air room by the pool. The Canadians had already eating their breakfasts as we four arrived and tried to make small talk through our margarita-fogged brains. We had just filled our cups when Mitch, Todd, Diego and Rafael joined us, all trying to shield sore eyes from the sun's growing intensity and glare on the Pacific. The rhythmic roar of the surf, gull squawks and American surfers already out on the waves, added richness to the scene. Like it or not, the day had begun. Margaret, one of the Canadian wives from Kitchener asked about our day plans and when we raised our hands giving that universal I Don't Know symbol, she remarked that there was a Starving Artist show at one of the other hotels and the two couples were going there after breakfast and asked if we cared to join them. There was of course the matter of transportation to confront if we did anything away from the Inn, so we agreed to pass and just hang out right here. I personally had enjoyed all the culture in Todos on Friday and today wanted to swim, relax, surf and maybe get in some old fashioned fucking and sucking and the parties here seemed most agreeable to those pursuits. The breakfast tacos, avocados and fresh fruit were amazing. We'd heard about the hamburgers at the Inn and agreed that lunch would fit in the schedule just fine, here at the Cerritos Beach Inn.
Mitch and I had a chance to gossip as he filled me in on their Friday evening events. It seems that both Diego and Rafael were as equally skilled at kissing as our pair of brothers. In no time all four were naked and deep into sex, taking turns on each dick in a daisy-chain, before Mitch and Todd were positioned doggy then heads down and being mounted by the pair of hard dicks. Diego's young, firm, lean body and long, big-headed dick bored Mitch open wide. His gasps were muffled by Diego's right hand, further tilting Mitch's head backwards a bit and jack hammering the fit 30 year-old's ass. Rafael was slow dicking Todd, grinding the extra veiny cock deeper and deeper in Todd's butt and gradually picking up speed. Diego and Rafael fucked the pair of Gringos for a good bit, then stopped abruptly and swapped holes. Somewhat bewildered, Mitch admitted but then filled with Rafael's big veiny dick, resolved whatever confusion he may have experienced. Similarly, Todd's ass grew energized by Diego's big head and the rapid fuck he delivered. In no time the pair of bottoms were shooting off hands-free before collapsing and feeling their holes filled with volumes of Latino cum. Their room's shower was larger than ours and the four of them enjoyed a shower beneath the dual-headed shower equipment. Two top dicks, two shower heads and a pair of willing bottoms. What more could you want?
Elaine picked up our plates and cleared our table as Jack inquired about our lunch plans and whether or not we'd dine there or not and about dinner as well. We all agreed to remain at the Inn for all our meals Saturday and Sunday and for breakfast Monday before check-out. Jack was delighted and we learned later that the Inn would be empty until the following Friday, after we left Monday and the Canadian couples on Tuesday.
Swim trunks prevailed; the pool, beach and Pacific were inviting. Mitch and I sunned by the pool. Todd, Tom and the four "guys" took a beach walk and Pacific swim. The 7 surfers were out already, 2 girls and 5 guys. They shared an old converted school bus as sleeping accommodations, we learned. After a short chat, we asked Jack if it would be ok to invite the surfers to dinner as our guests. He agreed but deferred to Jim for final ok and went off to call for permission, before we mentioned it to the surfer gang. If that failed, plan B was to get food from town for a beach BBQ. I think Jack realized that option might exist, reducing the Inn's revenue. He returned, with a grin and approval, since we were paying for their meals. The number of diners had suddenly rocketed from 12 to 19, but Jack said they'd need to know what food to plan for. Tom and Todd headed out to the bus, spoke with the girls about the dinner invitation, got okayed and meal prefs before returning to the Inn and sharing the OK and seafood option for all 7 surfers. Jack made a quick call, and returned with an AOK sign for the meal service. The Canadians had already opted out of lunch, eating at the Art Show buffet, so it was just us 8 to feed. We knew the hamburgers and onion rings were star attractions at the Inn, so that was the lunch choice, along with Mexican Cokes. That traditional Coca-Cola bite with the burgers and onion rings would be mui perfecto.!!! The walk and Pacific swim had worn Tom and Todd out and the "guys" agreed that a pool float and pina coladas before lunch were ideals. The morning sun crawled from behind the mountains in the east, climbed over the Inn's east-facing entry, casting the pool and patio areas in brilliant and intense sun. The full palm trees served us well, shielding us from the sun's full intensity. The shallow pool and waterfall water temp increased until even the palms lost their ability to moderate temperature. Mitch and I escaped to the cool of the rooms and Diego and Rafael joined us in Mitch and Todd's room. What began as a daisy-chain, became a routine set of blow jobs of the two Latins. Diego blew his load down my throat as Rafael did the same to Mitch's. The others remained at the pool area, now downing cervezas before lunch.
On returning to the pool and open area, I learned that Tom had asked Jack if the surfers wanted to join us for breakfast or lunch Sunday if that was ok. He again deferred to Jim, who wanted to run it by the Canadian guests first. I thought that was understandable and considerate. It would be later that day before Jim could ask that of the other guests and while he learned they had no problem with Sunday lunch, but they declined breakfast, preferring their casual and relaxed wake up which was already impacted by the 4 Amigos we'd brought to the table, so to speak. They again were agreeable to the Saturday night dinner invitation to the surfers, and even excited to see these young people and enjoy their energy. As Mitch and I rejoined the group, I noticed the sexy chef Rodrigo talking with Jack, Tom and Todd and admired the sexy short bull of a stud. He was likely our age but only about 5'10", dark skin tone, muscular arms and pecs displayed by his T-shirt, though his apron concealed his crotch. They were covering the lunch meal and night's dinner menus. While Rodrigo usually worked just Breakfast and Lunch, he'd agreed to stay over and help with dinner, which typically Jack or Jim would handle during the off-season. By this time, Tom had also learned the surfers were planning to leave Sunday after a short morning surf for the long drive back to the states. So the Saturday dinner would be The Big Show and the seafood menu and fishermen's catch was already being acquired. Our 4 Amigos were already a bit sauced from the pina coladas, cervezas and now some tequila shots and we all felt lunch might be the perfect remedy. Jim arrived just before lunch and helped out. He also announced that Erica and Elaine would be working and Jack offered to stay and help out as well, the full staff of the season would be in place for the dinner meal service. Soon the legendary burgers, onion rings and guacamole appeared to sate our building appetites. The food did not disappoint!!! This time it was Tom and Todd who disappeared with the pair of Latin Studs Juan and Pablo. After about an hour, the four returned freshly showered and filled the rest of us in on the Sunday plans. Juan and Pablo had to return to Todos by Sunday night as they had work early on Monday morning. Diego and Rafael echoed the requisite timing and we discussed getting a cab and driving them back to Todos after dinner Sunday night and perhaps one final orgy fuck session before departure? That settled we all headed to the beach for a Pacific swim and some vantage views of the guy surfers in action. How is it that the two girls, Glenna and Hope, were pure blondes and the 5 guys, Dirk, Greg, Peter, Roger and Scott were all strawberry blondes? It just wasn't fair I chuckled to myself. Why couldn't one or two of the guys be brunettes or black hair, unlike us? Their wet suits only added intrigue and I wanted a much closer look at Dirk and Roger, but controlled the letch within. The entire bunch was early to mid 20s at max; handsome and carefree in their converted old Blue Bird extended school bus, with elongated surf boards painted along each side. After the swim, we 8 piled into two beds in mine and Tom's room for some intense make-out and orgy sex to further burn off some lunch calories in advance of dinner. Juan and Pablo fed us 4 gay guys, one at a time and controlled their orgasms up to the very point of climax before pulling out and began the feeding of the next eager cocksucker. I loved the feel of Juan's or Pablo's hands holding my head as they fed me. I knew Mitch was in the same state of bliss as he was force fed the thick Latin cocks; and was just as eager for their cum and disappointed when they pulled out before dropping their loads down our throats. As Juan and Pablo were busy with their tasks, so too were Diego and Rafael prepping to fuck the lights out of our partners, Tom and Todd. In short order, Diego was jackhammering Tom as Rafael began increasing the pounding he was delivering Todd. None of the Latin Studs let us jack or even touch our dicks and all delighted in feeding or fucking us to a hands-free orgasm! After a two hour fuck and suck session, we were all exhausted, grabbed a nap, a shower and found ourselves meeting the Canadian couples returning from the Art Show, with purchases in a multitude of bags. We left them and headed to the open area, ordered pitchers of margaritas and awaited the arriving surfers. Jack and Jim had rearranged several of the tables to afford the surfer guests and us as their hosts to be seated together with the Canadian couples seated together nearby. No sooner did the Canadians arrive and take their seats than our invited guests rang the old style hanging bell out at the east entry and Jim left to open the gated entry and welcome them to The Inn and dinner. Hope made an immediate observation and shared it with Jim, that she'd wanted to stay there for the several years they'd been coming down but thought it was out of their price range. Jim assured her that he could work on pricing for an off-season getaway for them. She beamed and took one of Jim's cards and he quietly cruised her ass while she rejoined her fellow surfers as they made intros to the Canadian couples who were all smiles. The time with the guy surfers enabled me a chance to check out their crotches and I quickly realized all were commando as dick heads and balls showed ever prominently through their well-worn jean or cotton shorts. My mind raced. The party was set, margaritas and tequila shots flowed, a few cervezas peppered the drinks and while the 5 guy surfers were at first withdrawn, Glenna and Hope were clearly the social butterflies of their bunch and soon had the Canadian husbands up dancing to vintage rock and surfer songs. Tom and I invited the Canadian wives to dance and they joined in, though a bit reluctantly. Mitch and Todd took over our dance partner roles with the wives and soon the Latin amigos were all dancing with Glenna and Hope. The party was energized when the 4 surfer guys rose and danced in and out of their fellow female suffers and the wives out of courtesy. This scenario lasted almost two hours as the dinner was being prepared and drinks flowed steadily like the waterfall at the pool. The sunset hid to the west side of the Inn and cast a mysterious richly colored glow across our mixed group and the staff began presenting the dinner meals of various fish, prawns, chicken all cooked over a grill or baked, along with freshly seared vegetables, large bowls of guacamole, fresh tortilla chips, homemade flour totillas and to top it all off, tres leches cake for dessert. The music softened a bit, and finally a few slow songs gave rise to the Canadian couples making final dances before bidding us all good night and making their exits. At midnight, the surfers left for the Blue Bird bus. Glenna and Hope gave everyone good night thank you kisses and hugs. The 5 surfers high-fived all of us and gave salutes to the staff and then all bowed from the waist. It was almost choreographed but said a lot about them. Our gang of 8 made way to our respective rooms. There was one deviation, Tom and Todd swapped rooms with Mitch and Tom now coupled with Diego and Rafael, with Todd and I enjoying Juan and Pablo. It was after midnight and I seemed to be even hornier than before the afternoon romp. Todd and I 69'd as Juan and Pablo fucked the hell out of us. I learned later the similar acts were ongoing next door with Mitch, Tom, Diego and Rafael. What a happy and satisfied horny bunch of gay guys!!! The last time I got up to pee, and was already walking funny, it was 3:30. Juan stood hammering Todd in the shower. I recalled thinking, there's that magic shower equipment again In Action!!! Returning to bed, Pablo pulled my head between his legs and pumped my throat full of early morning cum, before we drifted back off to sleep. I heard the shower end just as I closed my eyes for a few hours of rest.