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SUMMER VACATION
Last summer my lover Greg and I decided to take a break from our usual vacation of heavy-duty roughing it in the back woods. Instead, we opted for a week in the Caribbean at a luxury resort run by a gay tour operator.
I had been worried that we would be bored, but my concerns were quickly forgotten when we were greeted at the check-in desk by a gorgeous blond hunk named Anders. He was wearing the standard uniform: tight polo shirt monogrammed with the resort emblem and a pair of revealing white shorts. If he was any indication, the scenery was going to be spectacular.
"Your room is in the Sea Breeze Pavilion, located next to the swimming pool and Jacuzzi area, and only a short walk from our private beach. As mentioned in the literature, all of these areas are clothing optional."
Once in our room, I flung open the doors onto our patio. Beyond was the swimming pool, surrounded by gorgeous men. A few men wore swimsuits, but most were nude.
Greg joined me on the patio. "Wow. This place is a regular Sodom and Gomorrah. I'm going to have to watch you like a hawk."
I sidled up behind him, hugging him. Letting my hand drift into his shorts, I stroked his semi- hard meat. "Something is telling me that you find this kind of exciting."
Pulling Greg inside the room, I knelt down in front of him and pulled down his loose linen shorts. By now his rapidly lengthening cock was poking through the leg of his boxer shorts, which I pushed up to expose his purple uncut meat. Slowly I pulled his foreskin back and forth over his pulsating head before taking him into my mouth. As my wet lips traveled down the length of his rock-hard shaft, Greg let out a long, low moan and proceeded to pull his T-shirt off, exposing his powerful, hairy chest. Unable to resist, I reached up to tweak his hard nipples. As usual, this sent him into a frenzy, and he rewarded me with hard thrusts into my hot, willing mouth. I knew that he wasn't going to last long, and, sure enough, he was soon pumping a giant load of his hot spunk down my throat.
After he recovered, Greg began to nuzzle around my groin, but I pulled him off. I hadn't cum in nearly a week (before leaving, we had been too busy with work to even have sex), so I was unbelievably horny, and I knew that I was primed to shoot a geyser. Nevertheless, I wanted to save it for later that evening. Plus, we wanted to get some sun poolside before dinner.
Out by the pool, we dropped our towels on a pair of adjacent lounge chairs, and I quickly skinned off my swimsuit.
"Are you really planning on going native on this vacation?" Greg asked.
"Well, when in Rome..." I replied
Glancing around, Greg sized up the situation before kicking off his own swimsuit.
"Just make sure I use enough sunscreen."
I laughed. "Don't worry. We have SPF 25."
We had been laying out for maybe fifteen minutes when two men approached our lounge chairs. The newcomers introduced themselves as Chris and Martin, and they asked whether the two lounge chairs opposite ours were taken. We answered in the negative, and they immediately dropped their gear and stripped off their suits. Both were of medium height, well built, and tan. Chris had curly chestnut hair, a smooth chest with small brown nipples, and a thin trail of hair that traced a path from his navel to a luxuriant pubic bush. His circumcised cock was impressively long, and already hung semi-hard. Martin, on the other hand, had short dark straight hair on both his head and his chest and quarter-sized reddish brown nipples. His cock was not as long as Chris's, but its thickness suggested that the phrase "beer-can dick" was not exclusively in the realm of fantasy.
The four of us engaged in small-talk for awhile, exchanging our superficial life stories, but it soon became apparent that they were sizing us up, Greg in particular. Although they told us that they were lovers, Chris and Martin shot frequent glances in Greg's direction, lingering on his long, fat uncut cock. Greg seemed to be enjoying the attention; his meat was noticeably lengthening and thickening as he shifted in his lounge chair, spreading his legs wide so that our seatmates would have an unobstructed view of his heavy cock and balls. Watching his exhibitionism, I was having trouble controlling my own erection.
After an hour or so the sun began to slip lower in the sky, and we all decided to call it quits at the pool. As we were gathering our stuff, Martin and Chris invited us for a room-service dinner in their private cottage. Martin grinned as he remarked, "It can be a little more fun than the main dining room. The cottage is great. We even have a private hot tub."
I looked at Greg. "What do you think?"
"Why not?" he replied.
"Perfect. We'll see you at 7:00."
On the way back to our room, I remarked to Greg, " I think those guys have more in mind than dinner. Are you OK with that? I mean, we haven't been with anyone else in five years."
"Do you really want to know what I think? I think that it's vacation, and we should be open to what happens. I'm game if you are."
"Oh, I'm definitely game."
We quickly showered and shaved, and changed into clean clothes, which I selected. I put Greg into a pair of tight, button-fly denim shorts with a black T-shirt. And no underwear. He looked good enough to eat.
Chris and Martin greeted us at the door to their cottage and led us to the sumptuous feast that the resort kitchen had sent for dinner. Ninety minutes and two bottles of wine later, Martin pushed back his chair.
"So," he asked, "now that dinner is over, what do you guys want to do?"
I seized the opening. "Maybe it's my imagination Martin, but from the way that you guys were looking Greg over at the pool, I'd say that you probably have your own ideas about the rest of the evening's activities."
Our two hosts both grinned, and Chris said "We'll just show you what we have in mind"
They led Greg over to the couch and immediately buried their faces in his crotch, blowing hot breath through the fabric of his shorts. Because of his lack of underwear, his cock was clearly visible through the cotton fabric. Soon Chris was popping open the buttons on Greg's shorts and extracting his rapidly lengthening prick though the fly. I took the opportunity to pull Greg's T-shirt over his head, and I began to suck on his sensitive nipples.
Looking down at my lover's groin, I watched as Chris and Martin worked on Greg's cock, sucking and licking on the shaft and probing with their tongues under the foreskin, directly stimulating the supersensitive head. It was incredibly exciting, seeing two strangers deep-throating the cock that I knew so well. I stripped out of my clothes and fed my own eight inch prong into my lover's hungry mouth. As he worked his way down my shaft, I watched Chris deep-throat Greg's dick while Martin sucked on his balls.
Wanting to see more of our hosts, I suggested that it was time for them to strip. They quickly complied, enabling us to get a good look at their erect cocks for the first time. Both were impressively hung. Chris had a long, slightly curved dick that sported a huge, plum-colored head. Martin's cock was not as long as his lover's, but it was truly the fattest one I had ever seen. Before the evening was over, I wanted to see both of them fucking into Greg's tight ass.
I immediately suggested to Greg that he suck on the eye-popping meat that was hanging in front of us while I prepped his ass. He needed no encouragement and was soon on his knees in front of our hosts, deep-throating one cock and then the other. I, meanwhile, smeared lube on my lover's puckered, twitching hole before inserting one, then two, then three fingers. I knew that I would have to stretch him out a little for him to be able to accommodate the meat that he was sucking.
Soon we had flipped Greg onto his back, and Chris and Martin stationed themselves on either side of his head. so that they could each hold one of his legs while giving his hungry mouth access to their straining pricks. I rubbed my fat cockhead against his clenching sphincter ring before finally plunging in, slowly at first but then accelerating as I bottomed out. Greg's ass was like a tight velvet glove stroking my prick as I slowly pumped in and out. I wanted to pace myself so that I could prolong the enjoyment of this incredible fuck, but I was so horny that, after five minutes of pistoning in and out of Greg's straining anal ring, I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. As my pace quickened, Greg momentarily pushed our hosts' cocks away.
"I want to see you cum," he hissed. "Hose me down."
This nasty request was enough to push me over the edge. Feeling the inevitable orgasm approach, I pulled out of Greg's ass, gripped his cock and mine together, and jerked wildly. The first jet of steaming jism landed on his neck, and the other copious blasts formed thick pools of hot spunk that coated his torso.
"Jesus Christ, that's the biggest load I've ever seen," Martin exclaimed.
I leaned over and kissed him deeply on the mouth.
"I bet that it has something to do with the company," I said.
As I recovered, Chris and Martin got ready to fuck. They pulled Greg up on his hands and knees, and Chris moved behind him. I couldn't resist watching, so I helped by spreading Greg's ass cheeks wide as Chris slowly sunk his nine inch prick into my lover's guts.
"God, this ass is tight," Chris said, his face registering pure pleasure. Greg's jaw was slack as he moved his body back, impaling himself on the invading member. I was mesmerized by the sight of the stiff tool that relentlessly plowed into the stretched sphincter ring. Chris was clearly a playful fuck; he would pull his cock out until only the head was still inside, and then he would tease Greg with short, jabbing thrusts when what my lover wanted was to be filled to the brim with throbbing man-meat. Again and again Greg thrust his ass back, trying to cram as much cock as he could into his clenching hole.
After awhile, though, Chris got down to some serious fucking and, as he began to thrust deeply into his willing target, Martin moved around and plugged into Greg's ravenous mouth, silencing his moans of pleasure. It wasn't long before Chris increased his tempo to a furious pace as he pumped what was obviously a giant load into Greg's butt.
Chris pulled out, only to be replaced by Martin, who thrust his fat tool into my helpless lover so fast that Greg didn't have a chance to recover from the reaming that he had just received. Fortunately, his ass was well-lubricated by the slippery cum that Chris had just deposited.
"Oh yeah, just plug him," I said, watching Martin's fat prick slide in and out of Greg's straining sphincter. It was incredibly exciting to watch that tight O-ring of flesh cling to Martin's shiny tool as it pumped in and out. I had never seen my lover's hole stretch so far, and he was clearly loving it.
Still fucking, Martin reached down and pulled Greg up so that he could nuzzle his neck and pinch his tits. Greg's cock was receiving no direct attention, but it was probably the hardest that I had ever seen it, and it was leaking copious amounts of precum. He seemed to be oblivious to the rest of us, concentrating instead only on his one true need at that moment, which was to ride Martin's thick shaft as though his life depended on it. The succession of three hard cocks had temporarily fucked his brains out; he was behaving like an animal in heat that could not see past its need for the only thing that could satisfy its most primitive urge.
But all good things must come to an end, and eventually it became obvious that Martin was not going to last much longer. At that point he dropped his right hand down to Greg's prong and started jerking. The two of them fucked each other like a well-oiled sex machine, pistoning, pumping, and finally both jetting out huge loads of sperm.
As we collapsed into a heap, I wondered how we could possibly top what we had just experienced. But I was heartened by the fact that we would have six more days of vacation to try.
THE END