"Shower Equipment" by Mike Austin
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VII.
Our room was turning into a hot playpen as well. J&P had a new twist for me and Tom. They fucked us both on our backs as we were jacking each other off. The rule was we came only after the Latin studs bred us. Their hard driving fucks were more than enough to force cum from us, but they called the shots. Both their pecs heaved and grew harder as did their dicks, the more they fucked. Then in mid slam, they'd swap us out. They took it to another level and had me and Tom begin kissing while being fucked. Juan's long veiny dick slid deeply through my rings, swelled and pulsed then withdrew, slowly, then gradually increasing speed. Pablo's thick arced dick would pound deeply, stay in, throb and withdraw. The fucks went on for almost an hour, ramping up our need to nut and being denied and controlled by that very need. Both tops knew to control our blow by cranking our nuts hard, gripping the bags like saddle horns. Pablo's curved dick hit my spot and my chest heaved, pulse raced and just knew I was gonna bust when I felt that firm grip take my dick base and balls and squeeze off my pending release. The pair of tops high-fived each other as soon as they got off and pulled out, smacking our faces with their cummy dicks as we beat off furiously and shot wads and wads of accumulated cum all over the place. We raced for the shower and the four of us took turns under the shower spray, gripping our dicks in one hand while holding either Juan or Pablo's in the other. Those magic shower appendages were consistent turn ons and never failed to deliver. In just a short time, Tom was on his knees in the shower as Juan and Pablo pissed over his face, chest, abs and down to his crotch. I stepped out and began toweling off as they finished their shower rituals and joined me, ass grabbing and drying all the cracks and crevices that were well-used by that point. After a quick brush of teeth and dressing, we headed out, meeting Mitch and Todd, Diego and Rafael as they were leaving their next door room all en route to the patio bar and dining area. Oddly, Ben, Barry, Juan and Pablo (1) were still sight unseen.
The Group was enthralled in recapping the day and their finds, both male and man-made. For dinner service, the older nephews wore white dress shirts and black mid-thigh shorts and sandals; Ericka and Elaine wore white dress shirts, black skirts and black sandals; the younger nephews wore white T-shirts with the Inn's Logo, green mid-thigh shorts and sandals. Rodrigo was so professional and donned his black double-breasted chef top and black cotton slacks. Jack and Jim wore dress shirts, black slacks and black shoes. The staff looked so professional and upscale when compared to swim trunks and more casual attire for the arrival meet and greet and happy hour/dinner the previous night. My butt was swollen and so fucking sore from the recent pounding and I just wanted to float in the pool and get the sense of natural buoyancy a pool delivers. Soon Ben, Barry and the rest of the gang were seated, drinks delivered and meal service begun. The array of seafood was impressive; grilled swordfish and tuna steaks; bacon-wrapped huge prawns; grilled chicken breasts; grilled vegetables; a tossed fruit salad and flan for dessert.
After-dinner drinks and coffee followed, then all eased apart, some strolling around the patio area, getting in a quiet visit; others heading to the beach for a night time stroll. Ben, Zack, Jack and Dean were seated by the waterfall discussing more '66 T-bird minutiae. The Dans shed their dinner clothes to reveal swim trunks and slipped into the hot tub. Brad and Mark soon joined them, as did Steve, Pavel and Serge. The hot tub could easily seat 12, so the few in it now, had ample room to spread out and relax. The nearby waterfall and low conversation there added a peacefulness to the hot tub scene. Nighttime events were being planned no doubt, even with this seemingly innocent gathering of guests. Rodrigo had skewered pineapple and mango fruit and was passing a tray around for the guests to sample. As he approached the waterfall foursome, Jack and Dean stood, shook Rodrigo's hand and again thanked him for a great meal. Ben and Zack sensing a need to echo their appreciation, stood and chimed in afterwards. Rodrigo accepted their compliments with a shy grace and moved on. Jack observed to their group, "I'd like to enjoy his skewer" and the four men chuckled, then laughed aloud as the after-dinner drinks kicked in. The nephews, Elaine and Ericka were busy policing the patio, bar and dining areas, then headed to the kitchen for KP duty. Rodrigo continued his fruit skewer deliveries, while Jack and Jim made rounds to the guests, checking on the evening and their satisfaction status. The night settled into a restful calm, when nephews Jose and Guillermo returned after their clean up chores, now dressed in palm-frond print baggy swim trunks and hit the pool. They splashed each other, when their younger twins arrived, played water-jousting; Pedro and Hilario riding Jose and Guillermo's shoulders entertained the guests. Brad immediately focused on the younger twins, incurring Mark's jealousy and disgust. He stormed away to their room in a huff. Brad was unimpressed other than by the young sixteen year-old twins. The Dans remained in the hot tub. The older nephews emerged from the pool. Other guests disappeared and returned in swim trunks to join the pool R&R. Brad invited the young twins to join in the hot tub. They did so eagerly. Aunt Ericka looked on, knowing what might occur, but willing to ignore the obvious should it happen, as was the case in many tourist venues.
As the clock approached 10 pm, Jack and Dean stood, thanked Ben and Zack for their company and visit, but begged off for a restful night's sleep. The pair of mechanics stood, gave the two older men hugs and thanked them for their company and visit. Both sets of men, made their ways back to their own rooms. Roy, Jake, Ron and Tony learned during their beach stroll, a common interest in BDSM play and agreed to a go of it together back in their first floor rooms. The Dans had grown relaxed and horny from the hot tub and headed for their love nest in #6. Brad remained with the young twins, Steve, Pavel and Serge; who shortly, stood and made their way back to #10; leaving Brad and the twins alone. Our core set (me, Tom, J&P-2; Mitch, Todd, Diego and Rafael; Ben, Barry and J&P 1) remained in the patio area, reliving the day and planning Saturday. Jim came by, reminded us of the Saturday cook out and wanted to be sure all was going as planned at The Inn.
I scanned the area for a headcount; there should be uh and doing the match of males excluding Jack and Jim, but including the nephews- 32. We were 4, Mitch et al another 4, Ben + another 4, saw Brad and the twins- 3, Mark off in a snit- 1, the Dans off to bed-2, Rodrigo appeared -1, wondered where the older nephews Jose and Guillermo were- 2, Jack and Dean had already bid their good nights- 2, as had Ben and Zack-2, seemed that Roy Jake, Ron and Tony had connected and were now accounted for- 4, and lastly Steve, Pavel and Serge-3; yep all 32 sort of accounted for. I wondered where Jose and Guillermo fit into this puzzle? I noticed that the twins weren't as innocent as imagined and had been circling Brad like a pair of hungry sharks. Pedro dove under water, surfaced before Brad and Hilario repeated the move on his other side; right and left bookends for Daddy Brad. His arms encircled the twins and pulled them in closely. I turned away, not wanting to see or know, more. I suddenly had to pee and made my way to the common restroom, and found Jose leaving the head, followed quickly by his older brother Guillermo. All accounted for now I thought and smirked. Returning to the patio, Ben, Barry, J&P1 gave me hugs and thanks for a great day, then made their exit for another round of debauchery. I saw Rodrigo, seated and working on menu plans etc in the kitchen office, where he'd gotten his last bit of sleep. The two older nephews joined him and turned off the office lights. "Hum" I thought and returned to our table. The rest of us dispersed for a beach walk or in Mitch et al's case, their room. Tom and I hugged beside the roaring surf and watched Juan and Pablo wade into the foam, before returning and easing us to our knees for midnight blow jobs in the Pacific. Their roars as they came, rivalled the surf.
Back in their room #4, Ron and Tony quickly reconfirmed roles to Roy and Jake; with Ron and Jake (my Tom's ex) as top men and Roy and Tony, bottoms. Ron and Jake moved to strip their subs, drop them to their knees, heads bowed and knees shifted widely apart. Ron moved to the small case, revealing cuffs and masks, cock/ball separators, cock rings, nipple clamps both on chains and singular and began applying the devices to their willing, naked subs. The subs were instructed to reply only when asked to do so. Jake worked his hand around Tony's cock and balls first, posed a question to him "you want that boi, need it don't you", "Yessir" came the sole response from Tony. Ron performed the same action to Roy, producing a similar answer. The masks were applied and hands, cuffed behind their backs. The subs remained on their knees on the floor now, masked and cuffed with cock and balls secured. Ron began slowly applying nip clamps to Roy as Jake did the same to Tony. Both subs took the fittings with agreement and even pumped out their pecs for deeper tit-root clamping from the pair of tops. The near silent sound of zippers being dropped pre-announced hard cocks being slapped across the subs' faces; their mouths teased; precum volumes increasing from the top men AND their willing subs. Both tops gripped the backs of their own subs, guiding their sub's mouths to their own top dicks, with the single command "Suck" and the subs swallowed to the hard dickbases and pubes. Ron and Jake, gripping their subs heads like vice clamps, skull fucked them as precum and throat slick poured from the mouths of the eager subs. Both tops were in paradise switching off to the other man's sub for use, before returning to his own. The subs both had excruciating hard-ons as they submitted for cock swallowing and being throat fucked. Pulling out, reaching again into the small case, Ron withdrew a tube of lube, squirted a shot in his palm and tossed the tube to his brother top Jake, who did the same. With their free hands, they patted the edge of the bed and the subs leapt from the floor to the bed, knees wide, butts arched back and out for being fucked. "Kiss" came Ron's command and the pair of subs, still masked, found each other's mouths and lip locked passionately. The topmen smeared excess lube from their palms onto the presented pair of muscled sub holes, roughly fingered their holes, teasing each before driving their hard-ons deep in their sub's holes. Ron and Jake fucked their own subs, then traded off, before returning and finishing off in their own subs. Once they'd gotten off, they uncuffed their subs and had them kneel on the floor before their top while still masked and jack off, in total submission and anonymity; blindly exploding cum over the floor. The tops unmasked the bottoms, removed the claps and cock rings, ball separators and lifted them upright, kissed them deeply then each pair settled into the double beds in room #4 and drifted to sleep with the surf roaring outside.