"Shower Equipment" by Mike Austin
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III.
I saw it was 4:45 per my cell, after withdrawing from Pablo's arms. I yawned, rose to pee and still felt a sore throat from the skull fucking the Latin Stud had delivered less than an hour ago. I saw Todd beginning to stir while Juan remained silent. Todd joined me at the toilet to take a joint pee, shaking our heads in disbelief at the intensity of the two top men. "Real studs" Todd remarked and I added, "and we can't get enough" then grinned, finished my piss and flushed. Todd and I grabbed 2 bottles of water, stepped onto the balcony/patio and peered at the calm Pacific. There was a hint of light slowly spreading from the eastern mountains, above the Inn and paltry wisps of color slashing the western sky. The steady ocean breeze pressed against us though not as firmly as Juan and Pablo had driven in us overnight. The balcony doors in the adjoining room opened and Mitch stepped from inside, grasping a bottle of water, raised it in mock-toast to us, grinned, looked back inside and shook his head in amazement. Soon Tom joined him on the balcony, as the four of us stared out west, past the Blue Bird school bus with the painted surfboards to the distant roar of Pacific surf. Sunday morning and we four were still craving more sex from these four Latin Amigos that we'd met less than 48 hours ago. I questioned the amount of cum they'd delivered and if there was more To Come; then chuckled to myself, turned and returned inside and this time slid in beside Juan rather than Pablo. Taking my cue, Todd joined Pablo in the other bed, snuggling closely to the still sleeping Latin Bull. Slowly Todd and I drifted back to sleep. Todd had left the door open and the roar of surf was almost hypnotic. It was the squawking gulls that did it for me and I sat up, braced against the headboard before suddenly feeling Juan's hand under the covers, grip my dick and balls and used them to tug me under the covers and down between his thighs for a morning feeding. I guess it was my gulping sounds that stirred Todd and Pablo awake and soon Todd too had submerged beneath the covers and was throat-worshipping Pablo's thick cock. Juan's grip on my skull grew more and more eager and suddenly his grip clamped me in place and fired volleys of cum deep in my throat. His cum was more salty than Pablo's but with no less volume. My head throbbed from his grip, but as he finished his orgasm, the grip relaxed and he gently worked my head and mouth up and down his softening shaft. I lapped the long hood of his dick and his moans assured me I'd done a good job. "AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" erupted from Pablo and I knew Todd too was being fed. Rock and roll music broke the tranquility of the beach and bedroom here as the school bus surfers woke and were preparing to leave for the long drive back north to their homes in San Diego. Our shower suddenly filled with Pablo and Todd, then Juan and me before we headed to breakfast, again with sore heads, eyes and multiple body parts... This morning Jim greeted us with assorted drinks, mimosas, tequila sunrises, bloody Marys, and of course screwdrivers; beyond the water, tea, coffee and plain fruit juices. The Canadian couples all smiled, lifted their respective drinks in a welcoming toast and smiled at each other as we 8 slowly made our way into the open air dining. The old school bus was just firing up and I imagined it begin to pull away from the edge of the surf line, music playing and arms waving good byes to the unseen hosts of dinner last night. They could not know of our debauchery and while I still wanted Dirk and Roger, Juan and Pablo had more than delivered on The Goods. Breakfast grew a bit quieter after the school bus disappeared from sight and sound, rambling up the rustic road toward Todos and the main highway north. There were the damned squawking gulls of course, but the serenity of surf and wind seemed to nullify the annoying gulls.
The 4 Amigos met the fishermen at the beach, bringing their catch to The Inn for lunch. It provided a respite for the four of us guys to make a plan about getting the Amigos back to Todos, perhaps after lunch. There would of course be the cab fare and perhaps a drive into Todos. One last visit might be nice too and a good bye drink at Prinz's where it all began just 48 hours ago. We'd pay their gratuity for "Guide Services Rendered" and afterwards, return to The Inn for peace and quiet, a good dinner meal with our Canadian friends, then prep for check-out Monday morning and the return drive to Cabo, rental return and flight home. We'd agreed on the "Guide Fees" Friday and withdrew extra cash from The Inn's ATM to add some extra for the Amigos and cab fare.
Lunch was superlative!!! Rodrigo outdid himself with assorted seafood- coconut and pineapple shrimp; baked swordfish filets with mangos and lemons and grilled mahi mahi. The grilled vegetables w/guacamole and flan for dessert really capped the meal. I had to compliment Rodrigo and took the opportunity to go to the kitchen, express my thanks and gave him a hefty personal tip then asked if he ever stayed around after work. He grew shy and thanked me but declined. I dropped the offered encounter and shook his hands again before returning to our after meal visits. Jim called a cab and told us it would be about an hour, giving us 8 a chance to settle up, extend our thanks again, exchange phone numbers and gather up sundry items from the Inn's stock for the guys to have post visit. It all got added to our tab but the 4 guys were well worth the added extras. Almost an hour and 15 minutes later, the cab arrived at The Inn. Tom paid the cab fare in advance and told the driver where we'd meet (Prinz's) if we got separated. Diego, Rafael, Juan and Pablo climbed in the cab as Tom, Todd Mitch and I filled the SUV and we set out for the 15-20 minute drive to Prinz's. We shared one drink and then said our good-byes to our 4 Amigos; then returned to the peace and quiet of The Inn. It was almost 4 when we arrived back at The Inn. To our surprise, we learned the Canadian couples had left shortly after we had to meet some of their Art Show contacts back at the host hotel for happy hour. The Inn was all ours. We sat on our respective room's balconies in silence; well such silence as the Pacific surf, beach breezes and those damned gulls, allowed.
Dinner was at 6 and was a lighter fare, elaborate appetizers and salads, tuna, ceviche, iced juice balls and an array of alcohol. I chose mimosas for a change, but after two was reeling and just needed sleep. It had been a wild weekend and wasn't over yet. The four of us were horny and after adjourning to our rooms, we combined in one, and a resulting orgy. The daisy chain ebbed and flowed as did cum. The pent up day's tension released and as earlier, testosterone filled the air.
Monday arrived too soon. Breakfast was prompt but we ate lighter and still enjoyed the delicious fare. We bid our Canadian friends good-byes, settled tips and tabs, finished packing and left the Cerrtitos Beach Inn behind as we made our way in the SUV out the rustic road to the main highway and headed south back to Cabo and the airport. I was glad we'd met up with Mitch and Todd and had the phenomenal long weekend. En route to Cabo we were already planning our next long weekend escape to Cerritos and perhaps a repeat of the times with our Fine 4 Amigos.....The End.