Travel Fun, Chapter 4
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As the day faded into twilight, our intrepid group began to stir more actively, and Scott proposed that we move into the house to prepare some dinner. Everyone followed his lead when he donned his discarded swimsuit. Perhaps he was worried about the risk that errant pubic hairs would wind up in the salad or pasta primavera. Nevertheless, despite everyone being partially clothed (though still barefoot and bare chested), there was still a palpable sexual energy in our group. More than once one of us copped a feel of a firm butt or half-hard cock. Or tweaked a tempting nipple. I even caught David on his knees in front of Rory when I went to investigate why it was taking them so long to set the dining room table. It was no real surprise to see Rory's swimsuit down around his ankles, exposing his rejuvenated tool.
"I guess we'll have to pick this up a little later," David said sheepishly when I walked in on them. I didn't really blame him for wanting to get an up-close and personal look at the magnificent Scottish tool that sprouted out of Rory's ginger thatch. Been there, done that.
The conversation was free and easy through dinner, lubricated both by the familiarity that we had developed during the afternoon and several bottles of great California wine. Rory and Daniel told us a little bit about their travels, and they urged us to consider a group trip to Europe at some point in the not-too-distant future.
"We have a lot of friends that you would love to meet," Daniel said with a wink. "I had always thought that Europeans were sexually freer than Americans, but I might need to reconsider."
I remarked that I had always wanted to visit the beaches in Croatia, which seemed to plant a seed in everyone's fertile imagination. Renting a beach house for a week might make for quite a holiday.
After the table was cleared and a modicum of order restored in the kitchen, Scott brought up the topic of sleeping arrangements for the night. I had been wondering about the very same thing. It didn't take much to convince David and Phillip that they had drunk too much to be able to drive back home. Scott proposed that our European visitors could bunk with David in their main guest room, which had a king-size bed, and he could share the master bedroom with Mark and Phillip. David grinned at the prospect of being able to pick back up with Rory, assisted ably by dark-haired Daniel.
"I guess that leaves you with me in the mid-century room," JJ observed as he gave me a squeeze. "Unfortunately, there's only a 1950s Heywood Wakefield double bed in there, so we'll be on top of each other all night."
To be honest, I really didn't see the problem with that.
Before joining me in our room, JJ stopped by the master bedroom he ordinarily shared with Scott to grab some t-shirts, one of which he handed to me.
"In case you get cold tonight with the AC," he explained. "I usually sleep better with a t-shirt on."
"No bottoms, though?"
JJ laughed. "That usually isn't necessary. You want to take a shower before we go to bed?"
Who was I to say no? It was a lot of fun to lather up with Scott's humpy young boyfriend. The slippery sensations of our bodies sliding against each other caused both of us to spring boners, though there wasn't the same urgency to get off that there had been earlier in the day.
Wanting to get a closer look at his ass, I maneuvered JJ under the showerhead and knelt behind him. Pulling his cheeks apart, his reddish pucker was on full display for me. I loved the way it was fringed with short, dark hairs. He flinched a bit when my tongue darted out to tease it, but the way he arched his back suggested that he wasn't eager for me to stop.
Pulling my face back, I lightly stroked his clenching ring. Gathering just a bit of saliva onto a couple of fingers, I lubricated the outside and just inside the entrance to his canal.
"Fuck, that feels good, but I don't think I can handle getting fucked again tonight. I wish I could take your cock, but I just don't think I can."
I continued to stroke him gently as I thought of the way Rory and Phillip had filled him up, stretching him to the bursting point. I really wasn't surprised he needed a little recovery time.
"Did you like those big dicks up your ass?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah. It was so hot. Rory is so fucking hung." JJ reached back to pull his ass cheeks open even wider. "He's almost as big as Scott, and I fucking loved having him inside me."
"Well, maybe tomorrow you'll find out what it's like to have me up there. Do you think you'll bounce back by then?"
JJ turned around and pulled me up, rubbing his hard cock against mine.
"I think I can almost guarantee it."
After toweling off, we each put on a t-shirt and climbed into bed. JJ switched off the lights, which enabled us to do a little cuddling under the covers. It was very sexy to have free-rein access to his naked cock and balls, not to mention his squeaky-clean ass. We were both pretty grabby, and neither of us could resist spending a little bit of time under the covers, sucking on the strange cock that circumstances had brought our way. It was fun for me to tongue under JJ's foreskin, exploring the fleshy delights that it protected, but following his implicit lead, I stopped short of getting him off. We both felt the need to recharge a bit, I think. I hoped that it was just a pause until the next morning.
I slept extremely well, though at one point before dawn I stirred a bit before drifting back to sleep. Reaching over, I felt that JJ was curled up on his side facing away from me, leaving his naked and lightly furry butt pressed up against my hip. Drowsily I stroked it, causing very pleasant sensations in my morning wood as my mind drifted over the memories of Rory and Phillip drilling him the day before, and my own hoped-for exploration that would occur later. With these thoughts and a smile on my face, I slipped back into the world of dreams.
The most vivid dream unfolded just before I woke up. Floating on my back in the warmest ocean, I was positioned directly above a bubbling vent of caressing sea water. It was amazingly sensual, and the experience was heightened when a small school of fish arrived and began to nibble their way up my hard shaft. It felt amazing, especially when a lone eel managed to take my bulbous glans into its puckered mouth, teasing and tormenting me deliciously as it wriggled in the water.
Of course, when I opened my eyes, I saw that JJ was both my school of fish and the horny eel. He had pushed the covers back and knelt between my legs, where he was earnestly blowing me, eager to give his guest the royal treatment. I noticed that his own hard-on bobbed out from his dense thatch of dark pubes. What a sight to wake up to! I reached down to tousle his wavy hair.
"Morning," I said.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Morning to you, too."
I laced my fingers behind my head and was content to watch him work his magic for a few minutes. He was clearly a young man who enjoyed oral. Scott was lucky to have found such a talented cocksucker, and he was generous to share him with me. Thinking of Scott made me wonder how my husband was currently faring with our host and Phillip, but I quickly brought my attention back to my present task.
Coming up for air, JJ scooted up to give me a good morning kiss, and I pulled him down lie on top of me. It was very sexy to wrap my arms around him and feel his chest against mine, his cock against mine. The legacy of his college soccer and lacrosse careers was very evident in his solid muscular frame. It was fun to explore it, but eventually my fingers migrated their way down to the crack of his ass. Poking around, I found his hole.
"How's this guy doing this morning?" I asked.
"Better."
"Feeling kind of empty?"
"Kind of. Do you know of anything that can fill it up?"
"Possibly."
Before working on JJ's ass, though, I wanted a taste of his cock. As he sat back on his feet, I knelt in front of him and began to suck. God, it tasted great. As I had the night before, I wormed my tongue under his foreskin to explore around before rolling the hood back, giving me direct access to the sensitive head. As I sucked and nipped, I alternated between fondling his hairy balls and dragging one or two fingers across his pucker. He was clearly getting very turned on, and his cock had started leaking quite a bit of precum. Glancing up, I saw that he had a big grin on his face.
"You having fun yet?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah."
I continued to work on JJ's cock with my mouth, but I began to use fingers to poke through and loosen up his hole. Scott had known to put a bottle of lube in our room, which came in handy for my exploration of JJ's butt. Pretty soon I had determined the precise location of his prostate, and he clearly enjoyed it when I caressed and poked at it through the wall of his rectum. I swear I could feel his pulse as his canal tightened down on my invading finger.
"My cock's going to feel a lot better than this finger."
"Oh, fuck, yeah. Fill me up."
I didn't need to be told twice. Pondering briefly about how to proceed, I decided to push JJ onto his back and slide a pillow under his butt, raising my target into optimal range. He pulled his legs back and hooked them over his arms, opening his crack wider. Just the sight of it was enough to make me hard as a rock, and I did not hesitate to lube up. Starting slow, I began by teasing his pucker with my cockhead, causing it to pulse as it sought something to clamp onto. I slipped a couple of fingers inside, both to torment him a bit and to make sure that there was plenty of lube inside to ease my entrance. Between Rory, Phillip, and now me, he was on track to take two full feet of cock in less than twenty-four hours, so plenty of lube was definitely called for. Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were glued to my erection. I grasped it and waggled it for him.
"You ready for this?"
"Unn huh," he grunted.
Pushing up against his anus, I poked slowly through. Feeling JJ relax to accommodate me, I kept going until I was all the way in. God, it felt great. Looking down at my cock protruding from his stretched ring, I got a momentary flutter and I wondered if I was just going to blow my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to will myself to calm down a bit. Tentatively at first, but then with more vigor, I began to stroke in and out, exploring the slippery walls that encased my hard prick.
JJ was clearly loving it. His eyes rolled back as he just grooved on the fuck, completely giving himself over to the sensation of being impaled. To be honest, I wanted to make sure that he enjoyed me as much as he had enjoyed Rory and, most definitely, Scott. Even though my cock isn't quite as big as their out-of-the-ordinary monsters, I knew how to use it as a precision instrument to target every key spot, which I identified as I made a mental map of his ass, paying attention to what made him squirm with pleasure as I stroked.
I worked up quite a sweat pounding him without pause, and after a while I suggested that he might want to ride me for a bit to give me a rest. He enthusiastically agreed to the suggestion, and we switched positions. It was quite a sight to watch him squat down onto me, muscular legs flexing. Bracing himself back on his hands, he was perfectly situated to give me a great view of my shiny cock being engulfed by his ass, and I began to feel a hint of that flutter that I had experienced earlier. It took all my effort to keep the cum in my balls from boiling over, and I glanced around the room to find something boring to look at to avoid short-circuiting JJ's fuck. It was at that moment that I noticed Scott standing in the doorway, naked and with a giant hard-on that he was stroking. He put his finger on his lips, motioning me to keep quiet. Smiling, he pointed his cock in JJ's direction and mouthed what was unmistakenly "sloppy seconds."
Feeling that the arrival of a relief pitcher had given me permission to cum, I turned my gaze back on the sexy young stud who was bouncing on my cock for all that he was worth. I reached up to run my hands over his muscular, furry torso, and I tugged at his hard nipples and his erect cock. He working hard, breathing heavily and glistening with clean sweat. Just an amazing specimen of male sexuality. Fuck.
He knew immediately what was happening when I started to cum, both from the flexing cock that was buried in his ass and the sudden increase in lubrication that resulted from the spurts of semen that I shot deep inside of him.
"Dude, that's so fucking sexy," he grunted. "I love feeling your cum shoot up my ass. Just fucking fill me up."
He didn't stop riding me, but instinctively he knew to slow down the speed as his ass milked me, and he leaned forward to kiss me. Once his tongue was in my mouth, I slowly eased my cock out of his ass. Seeing his cue, Scott wasted no time joining us on the bed, parking himself at JJ's entrance, and pushing right in. I could feel my humpy sex partner flinch at the sudden anal assault, but I wrapped my arms around him to keep him in place, our lips locked together. He hungrily kissed me as his boyfriend fucked him deeply, with insistent strokes. For me it was very hot to think that Scott was having the same experience that I'd had yesterday, when I fucked Mark after he was full of David's load.
Finally releasing JJ's lips, I reached down to start jacking him off as he continued getting fucked. I could tell it wasn't going to take Scott long to get off, and I wanted JJ to cum while he still had a prick buried in his guts. Before long he was shooting thick ropes of white semen all over my face and chest, and Scott was pumping him full.
"Wow, that was just amazing," JJ said after we had collapsed in a heap. He kissed his boyfriend. "Thanks for being the icing on the cake."
"Yeah, it's been quite a weekend for you. Four different cocks up your ass. That might be a record."
JJ laughed. "I'm pretty sure it is."
"But there are still three more around," I observed, thinking that Mark, Daniel, and David might all like a crack at him. "Maybe you'll still have an itch to scratch this afternoon, after we make some brunch."
JJ's blue eyes sparkled and he looked mischievously at Scott. "I don't know. Would that make me a slut?"
Scott leaned in and gave him a kiss. "What would be wrong with that?"
Not surprisingly, by the time we all parted and went our separate ways, and after every single one of us had fucked Scott's very willing boyfriend, there was general agreement that JJ was the mascot for the most amazing weekend of sex any of us had ever had.