Bill’s beach holiday comes to its explosive climax …
I shot over Tony’s beautiful face. It was one of my best efforts. There was plenty of life in the old dick still even during this busy week of ejaculations. He was plastered and dripping with a heck of a lot of thick cum.
He smiled all the same as it ran into his mouth.
Yum, he murmured. You are so sweet, Bill.
But mostly it was in his eyes, poor boy, those thick lashes absolutely fucking sodden. Those thick eyebrows too.
He coughed a bit and sat up, still smiling.
You are one horny daddy, Bill.
To be honest I had one fuck of a hangover, and was drunk out, drugged out, and fucked out. I thought the cumming might help, but the hammering in my head was still there even when I was climaxing.
Tony on the other hand seemed as fresh as a daisy and I knew he had matched me right down the line with the booze and the drugs and the sex. I guess the young can handle it better. No one tells us boozers that the day will dawn in your thirties that you just want a glass of milk and a good pillow. Except I wanted ass as well.
I had awoken early and decided to stay in bed. I asked Tony to hand me my sunglasses so I could wear them in bed, it was that kind of morning. I turned over and took a well-earned nap, which it turned out, lasted several hours.
When I emerged it was mid-afternoon and Tony was sitting on a hard kitchen chair on the balcony eating pineapple when I shuffled through and saw the day had started way, way back.
He pushed the chair back from the table and stuck his arms around the back, looking for all the world as if he had been tied up. Restrained. He opened his knees wide. He was shirtless and his shorts were little ones, blue stripes. The kind that show off a bulge if you have one to show off. Tony did.
Fuck I had a good view of his treasure trail and the start of his bush as well as his straining bulge and the black hairs on his thighs.
Get yourself over here Daddy he said, with pineapple juice still on his mouth. I have got something for you here to help sort out that damn hangover.
Oh fuck, not more sex, I said, give this old man a rest, meaning both myself and my equipment.
At least that is what my mouth said, my cock was saying something from another language.
I felt the familiar jolt between my legs. Yup, hangovers made me horny, whatever was going on in my head and my belly.
Tony sat still on the chair, hands clasped behind him as if tied up, legs wide, bulge growing lustily.
You horny bastard I muttered, rubbing my hands on his hairy thighs. My cover of body hair went a bit reddish in the sun, but he was jet black. I needed to get those shorts off him and swallow that young dick. It was an urgent requirement.
So that is what I did. He was up like iron in a second and fuck he tasted better than any pineapple, just as juicy, and the same sort of salty sweetie tang. I forgot about my headache for a bit as I worked on his fat knob as it filled my mouth – not so dry as it had been either, my mouth.
Get some sun on your furry daddy ass, said Tony.
I dropped my briefs on the decking, felt the ocean breeze on my swinging balls, I was already more than two thirds of the way towards total lift off. Tony supplied the final third via a surprise.
Tony has big feet, have I told you that? Anyway he stretched them out and clasped my dick between them, starting jerking me off with those big fuckers. Jesus Mother of Christ. The sweat and the coconut sun crème must have worked well for lube. Thank fuck there was no sand.
Like this, asked Tony, like your dick getting jerked off by my big hairy feet?
Where the fuck did you learn to do that, you kinky bastard, I breathed, getting carried away by the firm regular squeezing. Then he was stretching those feet up all over my hairy tummy then up to the chest area and those big stiff nipples, and fuck I was so horny.
Feels good, does n’t it, said Tony with a grin.
Great feet, I breathed. Give them to me.
So I sucked his big toes, that is his big toes which were really big, and the others, which were big too. I could lick the little bits of black hair that were growing there as well.
Oh fuck, said Tony, tensing, suck harder Bill.
I did my best. Christ, he had clean feet.
Then I stopped sucking his feet, spread his legs wider, and moved in close, told him to open wide, saw his lovely pearly teeth for a second – and rammed my cock into his mouth.
Fuck that was hot, and I was dripping, and the saliva was running, and sure as fuck the precum was up and flowing, and if I bothered to look down I could see Tony’s cock swelling up real hard and his savoury knob was looking like a candle with the juices running out of the slit.
I reached down and starting jerking Tony off, his cock was rubbing against me too. He was making a noise and fuck so was I. I tried to do some gymnastic stretching. so I was up on the chair too and perching myself above his jerking dick.
Well as you know from what I said at the start, I shot all over his face, and he shot as far as my asshole like a good tidy boy. I felt the load hit my rosebud.
Fuck, we both needed a good hot non-sexual shower. If that was possible given the two horny bastards under the stream. We lathered one another and incredibly kept our hands off each other’s dicks.
It was time for another nap. Tony lay down next to me and I told him to behave, no touching. When I said those words I still had a semi, so he laughed at me, but I turned over all the same and probably was snoring pretty fast.
It was early evening by the time I was back in working order with fresh smelling clothes and no headache, and we did boyfriend things but non-sexual things, like shopping, hand in hand on the beach.
Hi, waved Brad from the lifeguard post, and kissed us both on the cheek, like he was just a nice open minded muscled straight guy with a girl on the side. I had a twinge as I remembered his furry tanned body and his cock up my ass the night before. Like Tony he did not look like a man recently wasted on drugs, drink, and sex. Those youngsters sure knew how to survive.
Tracy’s gone off to meet Mom, she’s driving down he said, Dad and Ruby too.
My interest perked. What sort of kinky fuckers were this family gonna be?
We walked further and Tony and I ate a late lunch/early dinner at one of those beach cafes, a Mexican place. Tony started eating tortillas suggestively as he fondled my knee under the table, and I told him to quit it.
I have had enough arousals to last me a bit, I said. Who was I kidding?
I was also not yet convinced my stomach could handle the chili.
He laughed at that.
Whatever you say Daddy, he smirked.
We wandered back to Tony’s. Brad had asked him to go and pick some stuff for him. I think that meant drugs. He headed off in the car and I waved.
I went round the beach front of the bungalow and there was a tall guy in very tiny swimming briefs at the BBQ, turning what looked like eggplants.
He turned to me and smiled, showing off good teeth, just like Brad’s.
Fuck if this was Tab, then he was hot. Not to mention hung and hairy. A triple H.
I guess he was a couple of years older than me, maybe forty. He had thick untidy blond hair, both on his head and his torso, and there were flecks of silver in the mix too.
He was I guess a kind of a dead ringer for me, only I had a better haircut and my swimming trunks were newer and trendier and I had no visible tattoos. He had plenty.
His eyes were definitely green, as was a little ring in his left ear. I did not have either of those.
The tiny little swimmers were dusty red – had he been a lifeguard too I wondered – and he had something stuffed down there which was dangerously close to the hot coals of the BBQ. He needed to be careful with that, keep that precious egg plant shaped bit of flesh away from the heat.
I nearly whistled. He must be used to that.
He looked me up and down.
You must be Bill, he said with a grin. Your physique fits the description I have been given. I hear you fucked my boy Brad and my girl Tracy too, as well as giving our Tony boy a good time.
I coughed and blushed under my tan.
Well, I started, that is not strictly true, sir, you see …
He held up his big furry hand.
No need to explain bro. Only joshing with you. This is our Garden of Eden this beach. Anything goes. Have you met Ruby?
I looked around for a woman but on the verandah of the hut, sipping from a beer bottle, there was only a tall black man, with muscles popping out of his beach shirt, unbuttoned to the navel. He had a hair cut that was almost like those rasta guys.
Meet Ruby, said Tab – Ruby meet Bill. I guess you two are going to get on just fine. Bill here is fucking Tony this week, and anybody else he can catch, they tell me. He is a military man, on vacation from all those muscle fuck dudes.
He seemed to know a lot about me.
Tracy has gone to meet her mom, said Tab. Have you met Peggy yet? Let me tell you, you’re just her type. She’s a great gal. Very open-minded. She wants Tony to collect the lobsters for tomorrow. She is good with her lobsters. Me, I am a vegetarian, it is part of my religion. What kind of religion are you Bill?
I laughed a little bit at that. When had anyone asked me about my religion in the last twenty years?
Well, I said, I was brought up Catholic. My surname is O’Sullivan, Irish stock, you know, priests and cops.
Tab looked me up and down.
Bet you were cute in the chapel choir eh? Bet the priest liked you.
I hesitated then. Where was this going? But of course it was true. The priest had liked me and had given me ample evidence of that. Jesus Christ. He had a dimple in his closely shaved chin, he gave me his sacrament with hands like a gorilla. Father Farrell. With the Irish racehorse cock.
Bill spoke to me and I was back in the room.
Sorry?
Like eggplant as well as the clergy Bill? I am going to make my fabulous Lebanese dip thing. You like spicy food?
Sure.
Yeah, I took you for a spicy man. I’m that kinda guy myself.
I asked Ruby the obvious question – why was he called that?
He looked bored. Inevitably.
Later, he replied.
Why don’t you two get to know one another while I cook up a storm. Tony’s away collecting the goods, eh? Plenty of time to play.
You’re pretty cute Bill, Ruby said. Let’s get away from all these fuckin pagans and go for a walk. Show me your place maybe?
Ruby towered over me. I was used to being the tallest guy in the room and with the broadest military style shoulders but this man was big. Inevitably I was speculating on just how big he was. Were there any men in this place with small dicks? I had had a few of them too in my time, nothing wrong with them. Where was I – some sort of phallic Garden of Eden?
He surprised me by taking my hand in his long fingers on the sand, by bending down to kiss me, not like a drink-fuelled passionate kiss, but more like a kind of a partner kiss.
I asked him how long he had known Tab, and he said years and years, through thick and thin.
We have an open relationship, he added, no surprise there, so maybe he was describing cocks when he mentioned thick and thin.
There was a good view of the sunset from the cabin, and with little more ado, we embraced on the balcony. His very substantial length was stiff against my hip.
I peeled the clothes off him, no big effort that. I left the big reveal to the end of course. Does anyone get the dick out first?
He was standing in the evening sun on the deck, shiny and black, with a sensible pair of white briefs. And a great big length pushing them out that was destined for my mouth and throat and who knows my tender ass, in the very near future.
Then he popped out of the waistband and I knew immediately where he got his nickname. Ruby by name, ruby by nature.
All the same I gasped.
I guess in retrospect I had known guys who might have been nicknamed Amethyst or even Sapphire, so when I saw Ruby’s cockhead for the first time it was obvious why he was called that. It looked kinda grand stuck on top of his big thick black cock. For the record he was uncut so when his foreskin rolled back it was a big uncut red gem that was on display. I guess there were plenty of other jokes about mounts and glitter and polishing. I bet he had heard them all.
As if reading my mind, he said – Yeah, I know, it is an old joke. They used to call me strawberry too – you know, strawberries and cream, ha fuckin ha.
Anyway, we just went to bed, and Ruby fucked me like he meant it, legs wide apart, great black pole pumping me like an animal, then I got on top of him, me, no twink but big, brawny and hairy, perched on top of his big meat, bouncing up and down, his ruby buried deep in me. This went on for some time and I was crying out like a coyote, my dick swinging all over the place, till I fuckin exploded and Ruby burst out laughing when he saw (and felt) how much cum I could shoot.
Hey, bro, he exclaimed, does that hurt? When did you last cum?
I was too out of breath to reply, but for the record, I had lost count. But you will recall it was only a few hours back.
You did that to me stud, I finally managed. You brought me off so hard.
Happy to be of service, said Ruby, lying back on the pillows, his dick in his hand. He had already loaded me up my ass, but obviously he thought there was another one cumming. And there was.
I got my face into the line of fire and splat Ruby’s second load of jizz went all over my face and what did not reach my face got itself caught in my chest hair, where it hang, like a pretty string of beads.
Ruby kissed me.
You remind me of Tab, he said, the same sort of furry body and eager but generous cock.
How did you meet, I asked, nestling in beside his smooth dark body.
I was working in a coffee shop, and he was a regular, and one day he said he wanted to give me a big tip, but I would have to come to his car to collect it. So like some dumb motherfucker I took a break and the next thing I knew he was blowing me in the front seat of his roadster. I’d been straight up to then. Tab turned me, ha ha.
You were straight, I laughed.
I got horny again, so this time he lay on the bed and I fucked him hard as he rubbed my chest and stomach and squeezed my nipples. I did not last long this time, after all I was no spring chicken. I returned the favour and came deep in Ruby’s ass with a series of shouted oaths, with maybe no more than a single post climax shudder thinking about the boyfriend experience with Tony. Hell, Tony was probably pounding some doped up pickup at this very moment.
We walked slowly back down to the beach, hand in hand. Without a word of a lie I thought if I have no more sex tonight I will die happy.
There was a very fancy car parked at their beach house now. Far too fancy for the beach.
Tony came out and said hi to us both and greeted me with a soft kiss on the mouth. He was in electric blue speedos now. I kinda missed the green ones, the ones that had made me love him.
Ruby let go of my hand and I felt Tony take the other one.
Brad and Tracy’s mom is here now, he said with a smile. You will like her.
I liked Peggy immediately. She was a tall woman with a big chest and a lot of blonde hair, just like her husband and her kids. She had a kind of funny mouth, one full of swear words, and I got the feeling she did not take much very seriously.
Tony had told me she was CEO of a very big design firm, one I had even heard of, so she must be taking something seriously enough. She looked half like a hippie and half like a newsreader on one of the big channels. If she was wearing make-up it was flawlessly invisible.
There was a very pretty black girl there now. She seemed a bit more the sophisticated type than Tracy. She introduced herself as Coral.
So Bill, said Coral, picking at the roasted vegetables. you must be the new meat?
Pardon, I asked.
You know, they pick up new meat on the beach and take it home and devour it. This week it is you.
I kinda laughed at that.
They’re a pretty cool bunch, and generous.
Yeah, she said, generous, they sure are. Just wait.
Hey Coral, have you been the new meat, is that what you are saying?
She laughed with her very pretty mouth.
No way, I work for Peggy, she’s a great boss – do you think I am that dumb?
Am I that dumb, I said out loud.
What do you think, said Coral. See ya later.
And so there was a party.
Beer and wine and dancing and drugs and, oh yeah, sex, mostly sex. And most of that in public.
I gave and I took my share. In no particular order there was Tony again, and Brad, and Tab, and Ruby again. I French kissed Coral but that was all, and French kissed Peggy, while she played with my dick, naughty girl. Where was Tracy? Apparently she had gone off with a beach volley ball team and was not expected back till she had got through them all.
Brad smiled woozily at me.
It is my turn again now, he said, and slipped out of his red trunks. His dick was jutting out already.
He seemed to be pretty spaced out. God help anyone who needed saving from the ocean that night.
He sat down on the top step of the decking. The sun was all over his golden hair on his thighs and legs. He stuck his arms behind his head and waggled his tongue at me.
Come and get it Daddy, he smiled.
I jumped up the steps and spread his legs wide. His dick responded by jerking upwards, like a tower in the middle of all that blond bushy hair.
We did not bother with kissing, at least on the mouth, I reckoned we both just wanted a fuck.
I swallowed his swollen knob and he groaned out loud and called me Daddy again. I licked and sucked and felt him tensing and stiffening further, felt the telltale drops on my tongue of his precum oozing from his dickhead.
That was enough foreplay. Hastily I slipped off my shorts, releasing my big hard weapon.
Brad laughed when he saw it.
Fuck, he knows where he is going, he said.
He sure does I replied, and pressed my tip to Brad’s ass hole.
Yeah, he said, give me it.
I obeyed.
I pounded that gilded hippie lifeguard like there was no tomorrow. In out, in out, in out, up to my bouncing balls I slid in, slid out, and slid in again. Jesus he was tight and tasty.
I guess we made a lot of noise.
I became aware there were other people near us, calling out encouragement. I kept on fucking, sweat pouring off my face and running down. I could feel it running down my back.
Jesus, somebody had their fingers on my ass.
Brad’s eyes were closed. I just kept on like a machine, pounding, pumping, stretching that blond ass.
His eyes may have been closed but Brad reached for his cock and started jerking himself off in time to my fucking. His ass was arching too. Incoherent words tumbled out of his mouth.
I joined in, mostly it was just fuck and yeah.
I felt fingers in my ass, reaching in as deep as possible, and more fingers clutching my furry swinging balls.
I was gonna blow and by the noise Brad was making as his fist hammered his hardon he was gonna blow soon too.
I rammed into him and fuck the jizz roared up my cock and shot into him, one, two, three massive thrusts, heavy loads each time.
And all over his golden furry chest and stomach spattered Brad’s hot seed, like a rocket.
He was shouting out and fuck so was I.
I pulled out eventually, followed by a stream of cum, and pushed in again, and had a few more thrusts just for the fun of it, rocking Brad, who was still clutching his streaming cock.
Tony slapped me on the back.
Bravo, Bill. I am sure Brad would thank you if he could.
He kissed me as I stood between Brad’s legs, dripping down on him. Brad looked like he might be heading off to sleep. I think that was the drugs though, not my dick.
Tony and I embraced.
Tab came up and embraced me, a hot sweaty hairy embrace. He had on some sort of oriental kaftan, slit down the front so his chest was on show, slit almost down to his groin in fact.
Glad you hit it off with Ruby, he said. But heck I hope you’ve still got something left for me. Here.
He handed me a blue pill.
And winked.
We’ll start you on just the one. Get a plate first though, the steak is fabulous, or so the carnivores tell me. We’re having a TV dinner, just you and me.
I followed him into the bedroom where the huge bed was now covered in big cushions of all shapes, like the sort of place I imagined a sultan would entertain his concubines. The air was full of spicy scents and there were candles flickering.
Brad filled up my wine glass, which was one of those big ones, with red wine. I had a notion it might be drugged all the same and I might wake up in Saudi Arabia as the tied up plaything of some super Sheik. Or was that all too Rudolph Valentino?
He patted the bed and I joined him among the coloured cushions and rugs. I noticed there was a pile of vintage skin mags there. Ones I had known only too well. I knew they sold for real money now. So many of them had just been shared around, jerked over and stuck in the trash.
Tab picked up one of them – and opened it at the centrefold.
Hey, this stud looks familiar.
Of course it was me about 15 years before. A fag of a photographer had fed me drugs and got me out of my pants. I looked ridiculously tanned and oiled and hirsute, but my hard-on was the genuine article. Fuck, I looked young.
Tab held it up and laughed.
I thought your face rang a bell, Bill, but I see in those days you were known as Troy Wolf. I don’t mind telling you how often I whacked off to your lovely cock. This is a replacement copy, a collector’s piece, cost me a fortune, the original got messed up. Pages got stuck.
I laughed.
I needed the money. I had what they wanted.
Still do by the looks of it, smiled Brad.
He pointed a TV thing at the giant screen on the wall and a film began to play.
Oh fuck. It was the other night. Me getting double fucked by Tony and Brad.
That girl Tracy had done a good job. The lighting was surprisingly good, the close-ups excellent, the sound quality top notch. There were even captions for the dialogue for the hard of hearing. Not that there was much dialogue but all the grunts and “fucks” were faithfully recorded. What kind of a high end phone did she have?
My girl’s studying film culture at UCLA. I am proud of her, said Brad. This is a masterpiece. Wanna know how it ends, Bill? Ha ha, oh heck, I forgot you were in the middle, literally, and – oh fuck – there you go! What a fuckin shooter you are!
He turned the sound down a bit. The video moved on seamlessly to a stranger, a short hairy dark guy with a thick short cock, tied up to something, spreadeagled, and getting jerked off and sucked off by … fuck, Tab, Tony, Brad, Peggy, Tracy, and a red headed guy unknown to me.
Tab switched it off.
No point in spoiling it for you by letting you know how it ends, he smirked at me. Anyway, Bill have you swallowed all of that steak you mean to eat? I’ve had my portion of zucchini and what I want next is you.
He ran his hand along my thigh.
I hear you are pretty impressive as a top, but we’ve all seen you bottom, are you in the mood for a bit of bottoming now? And I will want to suck your meat too. Any objections?
I was still finishing off my steak. I wiped my mouth with a napkin.
Erm, no Brad, no objections, at all.
His fingers were running up to my shorts, beginning to stroke the rounded cup of my balls. I could feel my dick begin to stiffen and he would feel that too in a second.
I knocked back my big glass of red wine.
Just relax, said Tab, taking the empty glass away from me.
He began to touch the front of my shorts and I could feel myself rearing up in there, like a cobra.
He chuckled.
Feels like you are ready for this Bill. Ready for a bit of Tab’s tongue?
Sure thing I mumbled, and let him pull at my shorts, and draw them down to my hairy thighs. I had my speedos underneath, tight little buggers, and my hard dick was revealed in the condom thin baby blue fabric, more or less all the way straight up and eager to play.
Jesus Bill, you looked good on the big screen and on that dirty centrefold, but you are even better in the flesh. Have you grown since the other night? Or is it just that you like the attentions of a real man, like myself, instead of those horny boys?
He pulled the speedos down decisively.
Oh yeah Bill! Better in the flesh than on film, ha ha.
His fingers were on my balls, tickling the hairs.
Then his mouth was on my cock and he was the noisiest cock-sucker I have ever heard. It was as if he was talking to my cock as he sucked and licked it, moans and guttural sounds.
Then the saliva and the pre-cum began to flow in strings out of his mouth and he sucked harder, and I pushed his curly untidy blond head down on my cock-head, again and again.
Fuck, he was a champion blower of cocks.
You wanna fuck me now, asked Tab, lifting his head from my cock. I think I am ready for you
He pulled down his shorts. No big surprises there – he had a big hard cock and it was standing up strong over his hairy belly.
I am going to lie on my back so you can see my pretty face will you fuck me, said Tab.
OK I said.
And one thing more, smiled Tab, wear a rubber.
OK I said, a little surprised. I’d been barebacking for a long time now but I respected that sort of choice.
Tab reached under a pillow and handed me a packet of thin feel XL condoms.
See if you can get into one of those, he said.
Tab lay back on the bed, spread his legs wide, and smiled.
Anytime that suits you. I am ready.
I eased the rubber down my hard-on. It felt tight.
Fuck, said Tab, that’s a juicy fucker you’ve got there. Get it into me. But come here and I will kiss you first.
I bent down and kissed him long and hard. He was a good kisser.
I felt him reaching down and grasping my cock, squeezing the rubber covered rod.
Fuck me Bill, he whispered into my ear.
I did as I was told. He was an energetic power bottom, taking pleasure, but giving it too. His hands were all over my chest, nipping my stiff nipples.
Then I felt him grasp my arse, scratching me, pushing me in, caressing me as I fucked.
I should have known that the screen on the wall behind me was showing all of this, my back, my thrusting hairy buttocks, the sweat running down me, with Tab’s ecstatic face on the coloured cushions, his eyes rolling as I pounded him.
I felt his fingers reach for my hole, probing, Christ.
Give me it, he cried out, give me it, give me your load, you fucking cunt Bill, you fucking horny stud.
That sort of energetic pounding could not go on forever, and fuck, with a shout, I unloaded way up his arse, three big heavy violent thrusts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I moaned. Tab just about rose up from the bed as if he was fucking levitating. He was certainly noisy enough.
I stayed in him for a bit, and Tab smiled under me and stroked my sweaty chest.
Good boy, he said, you are one prime fucker. Welcome to the family. You’ve got a special talent. Give your old man Tab a big hot kiss, stud. Now, I wanna see your load.
I pulled out, my cock still fat and red under the rubber, a big bubble of white jizz at my tip.
Give me it, give me it, said Tab, get that dirty bugger off, and give me it.
It was a bit of an effort but I got it off and Tab reached over for the long dangling length of rubber with its heavy reservoir of my semen.
I watched as he let it drip down onto his tongue and he lapped it up.
Want some of your best Bill, he asked.
I’ll pass this time, I replied, no offence, enjoy your treat.
I will be greedy, he said, and grinned. I just love a fresh hot load.
Tab was pumping me up the ass, grasping my neck to get a real firm fucking hold on me.
Peggy was egging me on to lick her tits and nipples, and then, fuck, she held up her breasts, made a valley of them.
Come on Bill, get your dick in here, I wanna feel your big dick ramming my tits.
So that is what I did. Not done that for quite a while.
I tried to stop myself cumming on her. But it was no use.
I shot like some fucking hetero stud fountain, all over her neck and chin.
Peggy roared with laughter.
Boy, I just knew you could be had!
I lay back down on the sand, still dripping and feeling a bit ashamed of myself.
Peggy smirked and wiped my cum off her.
Hold on Bill, I’ve got something for you.
Tab laughed too.
Peggy likes you Bill, I can tell. She is gonna get you a treat.
Jesus, I grimaced, she is gonna want me to lick her clit. Aw fuck. could I tell her I was not into that sort of thing these days, could I refuse?
But when she came back around the corner, she was wearing a pretty large dildo strapped on to her bikini bottoms.
I hoped it was rubber but I feared it was wood.
Picked this up in the Orient, she said, with a grin. He has been a good pal to me. You are in for a treat. But you’d better lube up.
She saw the look of alarm on my face.
Aw shucks Bill, if you’ve had Tony and my boy Brad together, you can take anything.
Tab put his arm around my shoulder.
You can do it bro, I am sure you can. I managed, and she has got another one, only bigger, so you’re a lucky boy, got off easy. Get some poppers up your nose though. Need some?
I needed some. I needed a lot of poppers.
Peggy nudged me down onto the carpet on the sand, and Tab kissed my mouth with his big meaty tongue, while I opened my legs wide and stuck my ass up.
Here you go boy, said Peggy and smeared some kind lube on my hole. Take second helpings.
Open your eyes and I watch, she commanded.
I lifted my head while Tab kissed my face.
Look what you’re getting he said.
It was one fuckin huge dildo. No way was that wooden knobhead gonna fit into my ass.
Big men had gone up that canyon territory but nothing like this.
Tab stuck the poppers under my nose again.
My head went fuzzy – just as well.
Jesus, Peggy was about to stick it in me.
Coming to get ye, she exclaimed, ready or not!
Fuckin hell I nearly passed out.
Peggy was not a gentle gal and her dildo was massive and took no prisoners.
I groaned and screamed out and could lots of people laughing.
Thank fuck for the second helping of lube and the poppers.
Jesus fuck Peggy, slow down, I could hear Tab call out. Bill’s practically virgin territory.
She paid no attention and fucked me hard, relentlessly, in and out, faster and faster, then slow and slow, then faster again.
And Tab kissed me, and Tony kissed me, and Ruby sucked my cock, or at least that was the formation at the first and maybe Brad had passed out on the sand, or maybe that was his hand on my chest and stomach.
I think Coral sat that one out but I am not sure.
And fuck I liked it. I fuckin loved it. That huge hard dildo filling me up and stretching me and pumping, pumping.
My old cock was bigger than ever, bouncing around like fuck, hard and heavy.
Like it cowboy enquired Peggy.
He fuckin loves it, cried Tab.
I went off like a rocket. My jizz flew up into the dark sky, heading for the starry night, and when it came down it hit the camp fire – you could hear the sizzle.
That was the last thing I heard or saw for some time.
I woke up in my bed in my rental, alone, with the sun, feeling remarkably good. Not quite clear-headed true, but calm all the same, and miraculously no flipping hangover. Where was Tony? Then I remembered we had maybe fucked in the dunes, just the two of us, but had no recollection of afterwards.
I stood on the balcony and surveyed the beach and the ocean. The warm breeze ruffled the hair on my chest and looking down it seemed to me that this week’s vacation exercise had made my cock grow permanently. I mean down towards my knees. Jesus, it looked like one healthy specimen with all that working out.
I was due out of the cabin early in the morning. It did not take long to gather my things together into my bag, check the bathroom for jizz streaks and empty poppers bottles, that sort of thing. I looked under the bed for long discarded stained jockstraps.
I checked my phone for a message from Tony. I guess he was still sprawled on an orgy bed with assorted members of the family.
I decided to stroll down there and say goodbye, sayonara, back slap, high five, whatever.
All was quiet at the house. I knocked, called out, peered through the windows, blinds down. Around the back the cars were gone. No barking from Rover either.
Hey, had the entire hippie band got up bright and early and headed back to wherever they had come from? They must have hangovers to die for.
Or had I dreamed the whole fucking thing? I felt twinges in my cock and ass, it had been no fuckin dream.
Back on the beach I checked out the life guard – not Brad but the dark one, Diego, with the inflatable pecs.
I asked him about Brad and his family.
Gone, he said, gone back to the big smoke, summer’s over. Dog gone too.
He shrugged.
But you’re still here Diego, so summer cant be over yet can it?
He shrugged again.
He had very big brown eyes.
You heading off soon sir, he asked, and I swear he was flirting with me.
I looked at my watch. I did need to clear out of the cabin soon before the cleaners descended.
Yeah Diego, have to head soon. Back to the base. And the men.
Diego casually unzipped his top, slowly it revealed the moulding of his chest, the thick black hair, the trail running ever down, to the furry tight stomach, and the red trunks.
You been here all week and never looked at Diego when he’s been on duty, eh sir? Too busy with all those white hippies, eh? And that cock sucker Antonio. Now it is too late.
He made a face as a couple of fingers caressed the bulge in his trunks. I could see an outline get clearer.
I looked at my watch again.
Jesus, Diego, I’d ask you up for coffee now, but heck you’re on duty and I have to get going.
Coffee here, he indicated, in the hut, Quick. You swallow it down your throat quick. Hot strong and creamy.
I laughed out loud.
Diego took offence.
Fuck off then, hippie fucker, sir.
Whoa, Diego, no offence intended. I guess I have got time for a coffee, just a small cup though.
Diego smiled a little.
No small cups in hut. Only big ones.
He began to tug at his shorts.
Twenty minutes later I drove off from the cabin along above the beach and the ocean. I caught sight of Diego on watch for swimmers in distress, his top still off. His dark hairy torso apparent even from this distance.
I licked my lips and tasted Diego’s jizz still in my mouth. I had stopped myself using mouthwash before I locked up the cabin. Just to savour my vacation that bit longer.
Fuck he had been a jawbreaker. Jesus, his cock had set me up for my journey. I had sucked him dry and jerked myself off all over the sandy floor of the lifeguard hut. The vintage photos of the men’s team on the walls had been an added bonus.
I got to the highway and turned away from the coast. In a couple of hours I would be back at the base. Frank said he was coming round with the beers and wanted to hear all the nasty porny details. I had told him that meant he had to bring a lot more beers.
Fuck, that had been one fucking vacation. Tony, Brad, Tab, Ruby, and Peggy and Tracy, more or less, maybe even a kiss off Coral. And then Diego as the swift grand climax.
What a fuckin vacation. I must book again.
Sun, sea, sweat, steak, shrimp, sex and a fuckin ocean surge of semen.