Honeymoon Beach
Here I am, on a magnificent sandy beach, on a sunny Caribbean island, on the third day of my honeymoon, with beautiful aqua-blue water lapping at my feet, and I’m completely bummed out. My whole world has tilted on its axis. No, it’s not like the honeymoon itself went south. Hell, my new wife (it seems funny saying it, the fact not quite sunk in yet) Megan and I have been alternating between sex and the beach since we got here. My cock is sore and my back is sunburned, but even that’s not what’s bothering me. Let me tell you about it.
Our first day here, we went out on the beach together. Megan was itching to wear her new string bikini, and when she put it on, damned if I didn’t get a hard-on. I was both proud to be seen with her, and jealous that other guys would be checking her out. To my Midwestern sensibilities, her suit was much too revealing, yet when we got to the beach, I was a little surprised by what others were wearing. Some of the thongs practically showed everything. And even guys had thongs on! Damned if my conservative trunks weren’t the squarest attire on that beach. I was shocked when one woman brazenly walked by topless (even though this wasn’t supposed to be a nude beach or anything).
As we were searching for a nice spot to spread out, Megan smiles and teasingly asks, “Can I take my top off, too?”
“You better not, woman,” I barked. She may not be real big in the chest area, but she’s MINE, and I don’t want to share the sight with anyone.
“Oooooo…look over there.” She giggles, and as surreptitiously as possible points further down the beach. I follow her direction and look that way. This young guy is walking down by the water. Sandy-blond hair, and a buff bod, he’s wearing this skimpy light-blue bikini bathing suit. The material may have been skimpy, but there certainly wasn’t anything skimpy about the pouch in front. Man, the kid was hung! A twinge of jealousy hits…why is she even looking? But I know. When I glance at Megan, I’m stunned by the flush of excitement on her face. Before I can even say anything, she stands up, slips her top off, and begins walking toward him. I was too shocked to move at first, but the jealously kicked-in big time, and I was on my feet and trotting after her. She performed a clumsy act of “accidentally” bumping into him, looking to me like she was able to cop a quick feel. I was mad enough to eat nails by the time I reached them, but surprised when I see that although she’s flushed pink and breathing hard, he’s pretty blasé about the whole bump-and-grope routine.
I guess there already was enough time for introductions…Megan turned to me and introduced him as Peter. We shook hands. If he was aware of my new wife’s heat, he didn’t show it. Up close I realize he’s younger than I first thought…maybe 16 or 17, but his body is all man. He’s got the upper body of a casual weightlifter, light bronze skin, with washboard abs and a tight, muscled ass. Except for what’s on his head, there’s not a lick of hair showing on him. When I glance sideways at Megan, she’s staring at the front of his suit, the flush more noticeable than before, and her nipples tight and erect. Following introductions, he invites us to a local restaurant his uncle runs for dinner that evening. Megan says yes much too quickly, and though I’m pissed at her, I agree to go.
I hate to admit it, but I liked him immediately. I mean…he didn’t even once ogle my wife’s naked breasts as far as I could see, even though she practically pushed them into his chest a couple of times. As he walks away, we’re both looking at his backside. I know Megan’s reason for staring, though I’m a bit surprised at my own need to gawk. He’s probably the most beautiful young man I’ve ever seen. I know, I know, I used the word ‘beautiful’…but it’s true…and that cock of his must be quite a unit! I’ve passed the point of anger toward my new bride…shit, if I were Megan, I’d probably lust after him too.
I dragged her back up the beach to our things and made her put her top back on. She didn’t say another word about Peter. When we returned to our room though, she was all over me in an instant. With my trunks down around my ankles, she grasped my dick and mouthed it. I was erect in no time. She sucked me with relish until I was close to cumming, then she pushed me onto the bed, stripped off her suit and straddled me. She bounded up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back, and barking little “Ah…Ah…Ah” sounds. I was so in awe of her voracity that I almost forgot about my own climax; that is until she wailed a louder “Ahhhh-gggg” and I felt the walls of her vagina clench down on me hard. At her second pelvic spasm, I let go several pulse-pounding shots deep into her. She’s never climaxed this fantastically before, but maybe neither have I. She was probably fantasy-fucking Peter just now. I wasn’t going to let it bother me.
We napped for a while, then showered and headed back out. Megan wanted to go shopping, saying she wanted me to buy a new bathing suit. She picked out a rather skimpy bikini-cut pair I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear, thinking at least it’s not a thong. When I tried them on, I had to admit I looked pretty good—not as hung as Peter, but I still presented a good “package” in front. I bought them. She’s still thinking about him.
When Megan and I arrived at his uncle’s restaurant that evening, Peter appeared very happy to see us, and seated us at what seemed like a choice table. My jealously was back in full force…was the gesture an attempt to impress my wife? As the evening passed though, Peter, for his part, didn’t give the impression he was paying any undue attention to Megan, even though she was shamelessly fawning over him. For the second time today, I had to admit he WAS an impressive young man—very handsome, friendly, and poised (…and that equally impressive-sized bulge in his bathing suit.) Peter’s uncle was a big, garrulous old-world European who made us feel at home as soon as we were introduced.
What a meal! While leaving, Peter asked me what we were planning for the next day. Trying to ignore Megan’s piqued excitement at the question, I answered, “more of the same, I guess…sand and surf.”
Peter surprises me by saying, “Why don’t you come snorkeling with me out by the reef, Rick?”
“Sounds like a great idea, Peter…sure I will,” I answer with some amount of triumph, since Megan is a little afraid of ocean swimming and wouldn’t want to go. Her disappointed look confirms it. Peter and I make plans to meet the following morning.
Again that night, Megan enthusiastically fucks me senseless. I know she’s still fantasizing about Peter.
***
When I meet Peter on the beach early the next morning, he’s again wearing little more than a thong of mesh-like fabric with a remarkable front “pocket.” I bet every woman on this beach is fantasizing about him, so I guess I can’t be totally pissed off at Megan’s reaction.
“Hey, I see you got into the island spirit.” He says smiling, pointing at my new suit.
I’m very self-conscious in them, especially the way he’s looking at me. Hell, I think they look good, even though I feel like everything’s hanging out for all to see. I smile back and say, “Yeah…Megan made me buy ‘em…I guess she got hot after seeing yours yesterday.”
“Man, I’m sorry…I wasn’t meaning to get her going or anything…”
Naw…it’s okay…I know it’s not your fault…you must have the babes all over you.” Even with his tan, I can see the blush.
After a pause, he says, “C’mon, my bike is over there,” pointing to a sleek Triumph parked up by the hotel. “We’ll ride to the dock…I’ve got all the equipment we need on the boat.”
When we reach the motorcycle, he effortlessly straddles the seat. When I mount the saddle behind him it’s a little awkward at first; I’m not so sure where to hold on. He instructs me to put my arms around his midsection, but I hesitate. He chuckles a bit and says, “It’s okay…I won’t bite.” I’m not so sure. Here I am with my arms around this man/boy, feeling his tight muscles and his radiating heat and the vibrations of the motorbike, and damned if I don’t start to get an erection. He’s GOT to feel my stiff dick poking against his backside as we ride down the narrow streets, but if he does he doesn’t let on.
When we get to the dock, he explains the boat is also his uncle’s. We go aboard and within minutes we’re underway, heading out to a reef popular with divers and snorkelers. What a time! The water was marvelously blue-green and the sea life was interesting and plentiful. Underwater, I can’t help but also look at Peter. How can a teenager be so poised and so handsome? With the wet mesh fabric of his suit leaving nothing to the imagination, I also wonder how a teenager can be so endowed.
Back on shore later that afternoon, Peter invites me back to his apartment. “I’d like to shower first before taking you back to the hotel. You can grab a quick shower too, before heading back,” he says with an it’s-up-to-you gesture of his hand. I told him it’s okay with me.
I’m still in awe. How can a 17-year-old (Peter told me how old he was) have such a nice apartment? His place was modest, yet clean and nicely furnished. I sat on his sofa while he showered. When he came out, he was casually holding a towel loosely in front of him. “Your turn, if you want one,” he says, letting the towel slip to the side. Oh my God! What a piece of manhood he has! His cock looks to be 10 or 11 inches and very thick. I didn’t realize I had another erection until I stood up and realized he was looking at the front of my suit. I thought I saw his cock twitch and rise a little. I excused myself and headed toward his shower. While stripping off my suit, I didn’t catch on that he was behind me until he surprised me by saying, “Soap’s in there and towels are over here.” He was looking at mine (which was still semi-erect) and I couldn’t help looking at his (which was wondrously growing as well). I was thinking: how big could that thing get when it was fully engorged?
I must have trembled or blushed or something, for he reacted by taking me by the arm and guiding me into the shower stall, and then stepped in with me. As he turned on the water, my mind was afire with doubts and imaginations.
On one level I knew what was about to happen. On another level, I couldn’t believe it. I was going to be with a MAN…no a boy, really—and I wasn’t running away! He lifted the bar of soap and began lathering my body. He was slow, tender, and yes, loving. When his soap-filled hand rose from my chest to my neck, he dropped the bar, placed one hand on my ass and the other behind my head and pulled me to him. We kissed for a long while, our rigid cocks rubbing and twitching against each other’s, oblivious to the streaming water. Wordlessly, he guided me from the shower to his bedroom, still dripping wet but not caring. As he passed by the dresser he picked up a condom before coaxing me to the bed then lying down next to me. We kissed again. I reached down and caressed his magnificent cock. I still can’t believe I’m doing this, but my body is tense with sexual need and I’m breathing in short gasps. Looking into his eyes, I see he is lusting for me even more than I am enthralled with his beautiful teen body. He helps me get onto my knees. Now that I’m on all fours, he gets behind me and rolls the condom onto his member. I sneak a glance back at him and a shiver runs up my spine. The stretched condom only partially covers his enormous erection. He must have spit into his hand, for now his wet palm rubs my anus, then one finger probes and massages me. Dammit, I’ve never been so horny in my life…I’m about to be fucked by an Adonis! Before I can even comprehend the act, he places the head at my opening and pushes. My brain explodes in a shower of stars as my sphincter is stretched more than I could ever imagine. He wastes no time thrusting his full length into me. Like an animal in heat, he fucks my ass, going faster and faster with each thrust. My mind is blank; I only have sensations, not thoughts. He assaults my prostate with every deep push into my rectum. I don’t think my cock has ever been as hard and wanting as it is now. He groans and makes one final thrust into me as I feel the throbbing of his ejaculations deep in my bowel. What would it have felt like if he weren’t wearing a condom, I wonder? When he pulls out of me, I hear a popping, suction sound…I wonder what my asshole looks like now? He rolls over on the bed and pulls me over with him. My hand goes to his slippery, encased cock, now spent and wilting but still impressive. The bulb at the end of the condom feels tremendously full of semen, he must have cum buckets.
Peter looks at me and says, “I want you to fuck me now.” When he touches my cock, he’s also surprised at how hard it is. “Fuck me now” he repeats in a panting whisper. I look around for a condom, but he shakes his head ‘no’ and gets on his hands and knees, offering his ass to me. And what a glorious ass it is, all tight rippling muscles, tanned to perfection. I mimic his ‘lubrication’ by spitting into my hand and massage his anus. As aroused as I’ve ever been in my life, I enter him quickly and start pumping. It didn’t take long. When I felt my climax building, I reached around and palmed his cock; the condom must have slipped off and he was rigid again. As I fucked him, I vigorously stroked most of the length of his cock. With another loud groan, he came before I did.
Like two kids excited about new toys, we jump back into the shower to clean off from our lovemaking, touching and stroking each other’s soapy wet body. By the time we shut the water off, we’re both erect once more. He practically pulls me back to the bedroom. When our dripping wet bodies hit the bed, he ends up opposite of me so that his magnificent member is right at my face. He doesn’t hesitate…he guides my cock between his lips and starts sucking me. Oh, boy…I never thought I’d ever have a man’s cock in my mouth…but this beautiful foot-long piece of flesh, leaking a fair amount of pre-cum, is right there—‘he who hesitates is lost’—so I grasp the shaft and slide the head between my lips. I enjoy the sweetness of his leaking juices on my tongue. As I stroke the first part of his cock with my lips, he begins to frantically thrust his hips, pushing his massive unit deeper into my mouth. Delirious with lust, he doesn’t know he’s choking me. So this is it, I think—deep throating—though I’m not exactly volunteering for the privilege. Before I know it, practically his whole length is down my throat and I can’t breathe. Struggling for breath, yet unwilling to push him away, I let him continue fucking my throat. My mind begins to fog from lack of oxygen when he makes one last thrust and cums. At that moment, the sensations took over: the warm flow of his semen coating my gullet and choking me; the ‘my-foot’s-asleep’ pins and needles feeling taking over my whole body; the extreme convulsion and release when I cum in his mouth. I vaguely hear someone gurgling and choking before I pass out—my last fragment of dream-thought a sense of bathing in a warm, blissful pool without a care in the world.
When I awoke, as a lot of people do I momentarily forgot where I was. Peter is lying next to me, sleeping with one hand holding my flaccid, cum-dappled cock. A slick of semen coats my mouth. More is on my lips and chin. What time is it?
I arise from his bed and head back to the shower. When I dry off and head back to the bedroom, he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, a smile on his face and his man-sausage draped casually yet beautifully across one thigh.
“I suppose you’d like to get back to your wife now,” he says to me, the words sounding sarcastic, but not his tone. “Or would you like some more?” He grins and pats the bed next to him. Damn, he looks so beautiful sitting there, I think, as his unit amazingly starts to stiffen and rise like some charmed snake. Another condom and a new position this time. He got between my legs, lifted them high into the air and entered me quickly. I hold my legs up and back with my knees practically at my chest and marvel at the look of him, every muscle taut as he feverishly fucks me in this man version of the missionary position. His long, pounding strokes are tweaking my prostate and every nerve ending in my rectum. My cock is super-hard and throbbing when he grasps the shaft and strokes me to the same rhythm as his thrusts up my ass. I came in seconds, spraying all over my belly and chest. He came soon after; with one last splendid thrust deep inside me he climaxes while making a series of loud, guttural sounds. Spent, he fell on top of me and we kissed and held each other for a long while.
***
When Peter returned me to the hotel, Megan was full of questions about our snorkeling adventure: “What have you two guys been DOING all this time?” (If only she knew!) “What did you see?” (STARS, when he fucked me the first time!) “What’s he like?” (Quite a good lover, but you’ll never have his cock inside YOU!) “What did he think of your new bathing suit?” (I think he liked it more OFF me than on!) Of course, I was vague in my answers, certainly not saying what I was thinking.
I’m talking to her with no feelings of guilt whatsoever; though I’m still so in awe of the fact I just had sex with a teenaged boy. What the hell am I to do now? I’m on my honeymoon with my hot new wife, but all I can think of is having Peter’s huge cock stuffed up my ass, or deep down my throat. Through the fog of memories of this afternoon I finally register that Megan is wearing just a hotel robe, which is only loosely covering her. Huh? Is her pussy as wet as it looks to me? Is the other nipple as taut as the one I can see? Holy shit, she’s been doing herself all afternoon fantasizing about Peter! After all I’ve experienced this afternoon, the realization can hardly spur any jealousy. In fact, I feel rather proud to have had his cock in me…she should be the jealous one!
When a flushed Megan, after listening of my day with Peter (only the snorkeling part!), says to me, “Why don’t you get out of your suit and hit the shower,” I know my dick will get another workout.
I pull off my t-shirt and trunks in front of her, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, and turn toward the shower. As soon as I’ve adjusted the water and step into the shower, she’s joined me, breathing heavily and feverishly fondling my cock. Nothing is happening. Her flushed skin, her taut and swollen nipples, her panting, her stroking doesn’t get me hard. She’s horny but I’m not.
Her frustration is starting to get the better of her, but only simmers until she surprisingly sneers “I bet Peter’s cock would be as hard as a rock right now,” looking disdainfully at my limp dick, and probably imagining his monster.
I mutter, “You’d be surprised.” This confuses her a bit, not getting my meaning.
She turns around, putting her back toward me. She’s given up, I guess, but a strange thing happens——thinking of Peter’s superb manhood and having Megan’s ass right in front of me brings all the afternoon’s delightful memories flooding back. My cock springs to life. I remember the sight of Peter’s ass ready for my entry. When I reach down between her cheeks, Megan purrs and says something like “That’s better,” sticking her ass out. I run my fingers along her pussy lips to gather the lubrication there before rubbing it into her anus. Before she can figure my intent, I enter her and thrust my full length deep into her rectum. She lets out a yelp, but otherwise doesn’t quite know how to react. It doesn’t matter. Holding her by the hips, I pound into her. Even if she protested it wouldn’t have stopped me; however she was quickly getting into our first anal coupling. Her moans were much louder than my grunts. We pretty much came together. Her orgasmic screams bounce around the tight shower enclosure as I unload several streams deep within her bowels. Maybe in some fantasy universe we both climaxed with Peter.
Her first words to me after we rinsed off and exited the shower were “What got into you?”
She’d be shocked if she could read my mind. It was Peter who ‘got into’ me, and he got into me GOOD.
Later that night, before surrendering to our dreams, I fucked her in the ass one more time. She bucked and screamed, her rectum pulsating over and over again around my cock as she climaxed. After pulling out, I was stunned when I saw the amount of pussy juice that had dripped down her inner thighs as I fucked her. Had she discovered something new, or was it just the Peter-fantasy again?
***
So, here I am. After a night of dreaming of Peter holding me, sucking me, and fucking me, I stand on this beautiful sandy beach, miles from home, lost. What will I do? Can I abandon the marriage that has barely just begun? Will I be happy? Is it just Peter, or do I need a man…any man?
My heart flutters when I see the Triumph motorcycle parked up by the street. I begin to search the beach for Peter while my cock stirs, stiffens a bit, and leaks a little pre-cum in my tight new suit.
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Beach Boy Blues
Honeymoon Beach – Part 2
(MM, Mmm, MF)
I walk along the beach’s edge, looking for Peter. The more I try not to think about him, the more his image solidifies in my mind. A momentary chuckle escapes me when I associate that word—“solidify”—with the memory of his beautifully immense rigid cock filling my throat.
I’m taken aback when a young man, seeing me gazing at Peter’s parked motorbike, tells me he is visiting some friends at a villa just down the beach. Can he see my need? Is my longing for him obvious to everyone who looks at me? I walk off in the direction he gives me.
As I approach the villa from the beach side a man waves to me from a veranda. He calls out, “You look like a man on a mission…looking for someone?”
When I arrived on this island for my honeymoon I was shocked by what passed as beachwear, but no longer. The dark-haired, muscular man wasn’t wearing a thong as I first surmised, but nothing more than a bright yellow pouch connected to a strap around his waist. That’s it. Granted, it was a rather prominent pouch. He didn’t appear to be as endowed as Peter, but he still had good equipment.
“I’m looking for a guy named Peter…a fellow on the beach said he was here.”
“He was earlier, but I think he went out to run an errand for his uncle. He should be back in about an hour.” He shows me the beer bottle he’s drinking from. “Why don’t you come on up and soak in the hot tub…I’ll get you a beer and you can wait for Peter there…okay?”
Again, I hope my need to see Peter isn’t that overt, as I climb the stairs to the veranda. I don’t immediately see the hot tub, as my new buff acquaintance pulls a beer from a nearby cooler. He introduces himself as Frank as he hands me the cold bottle.
“The hot tub is right around the corner on the deck,” he says while pointing toward a covered area at the side of the big house.
I head in that direction, pulling a long cold draught from the beer bottle. I’m a little surprised to see two guys in the heated whirlpool when I get there. They could be twins, though I doubt they’re related. Both look to be about 19 or 20, with curly blond hair and as muscularly built as the guy who invited me in. They introduce themselves as Billy and Donnie, scooting over to let me enter the bubbling sunken spa. It’s not until I’m in the tub that I realize both are naked. Whatever suspicions I may have had coming here are now confirmed—I’ve joined a gay party zone. A few days ago the thought would have repulsed me, but not any more. Imagining what these two look like under the foamy water line, my cock strains the fabric of my suit. When Frank appears, Donnie and Billy separate to let him climb in between them. Though he probably thought he was being discreet, I could easily see Donnie unhook the waist strap of Frank’s pouch and free his member from its constraints. Before long they’re obviously fondling each other. Perhaps feeling left out, Billy rises from the built-in spa and steps onto the surrounding decking.
“You want another beer?” Billy asks me, blasé to the fact his good-sized unit is hanging over my upturned face.
“Sure”
“While I’m getting the brews, how about getting out of your suit,” he adds while walking away. Looking at his tightly muscled ass and legs, I can only do as he says. My suit comes off quickly.
In the half-minute it took Billy to get a couple of beers and return, Frank and Donnie are steaming hot and kissing. As Billy hands me one of the cold ones and steps back into the hot tub, Donnie climbs from the churning water and lies on his back on the deck at the top rim of the spa. While Donnie lifts his legs into the air, Frank reaches into a leather bag on the deck and removes a condom, which he quickly unrolls over his swollen cock as he steps onto one of the submerged “ledges” in the spa. He’s at the perfect height to enter Donnie’s exposed and willing hole. I’m fascinated by the sight of these two guys fucking. Frank’s pace quickens as he approaches climax, pounding mercilessly into Donnie’s asshole. Donnie, for his part, is jerking his stiff cock to match Frank’s rapid rhythm. I can’t take my eyes off them. Donnie cums before Frank, spraying spunk all over his chest and stomach just as Frank grunts, throws his head back and rams into Donnie’s ass as deeply as he can. I’m mesmerized by the look of Frank’s tight ass muscles spasming as he pumps load after load.
I guess mesmerize is the right word, since the spectacle momentarily keeps me from realizing that Billy is now sitting very close to me on the tub rim and his erection is superb. When I finally look his way, he intently looks back, placing a hand on my back at the nape of my neck. I move my stare from his eyes to his cock. Not as big as Peter’s, it’s nevertheless a beautiful specimen. Turning around and positioning myself between Billy’s legs, I run my fingers over the length of his cock, appreciating its texture before wrapping my lips around its head. Before long, I’m taking most of his length into my mouth at an ever-quickening pace. He loves it, throatily groaning “yes” repeatedly while I suck him. I can feel his cock stiffen and his balls contract as he nears climax, so I pull my lips away before he pumps several streams into the air, coating us both.
“You give good head…why didn’t you take it all?”
What was I to say…afraid of AIDS…not turned on enough? “I don’t know, man, maybe next time.”
My answer solicits a laugh from Frank.
Since I’m the only one who hasn’t cum yet, the three start to maneuver nearer to me, vying in some strange ‘dance’ for the privilege to take care of me. The mating ritual is interrupted by a shout from the back stairs. Two teen boys, both in wetsuits, appear around the corner, calling out to Donnie and Billy.
“Hey, how are you guys doing?” The lighter-haired kid asks, surveying the scene. I guess they’ve been here before…based on the small-talk they all seem to know one another. As I’m being introduced (“Our new friend here is Rick”) the boys begin stripping off their wetsuits, naked underneath. I’m agog, and my cock stiffens as I look at these two. The sandy-haired one is maybe 14 or 15 but small for his age, thin as a rail with shoulder length locks bleached by the sun. I’d have imagined him a girl except for the uncircumcised unit between his legs. His name is Bram, and he’s beautiful. The other kid appears slightly younger and a little heavier—Indian, maybe—with long dark curly hair, a nice ass and an equally nice little cock. His name is Adi, and he’s beautiful, too. Donnie, Frank and Billy immediately forget about me and start fawning all over the two newcomers, making space for them in the hot tub.
My first reaction to the display is that these two kids are cock teasers and, maybe, though lovers themselves have kept the older guys yearning but not getting any. Bram, Adi and I lounge in the tub as the other three sit around the deck close to the two boys. Frank has a hand on Adi’s shoulder, Donnie and Billy both playing with Bram’s hair as I stand and exit the whirlpool. I’m still semi-erect from the sight of the boys, and this doesn’t escape Bram’s gaze as his eyes follow me. I head to the cooler to get another beer. Momentarily, Bram has replaced Peter in my thoughts. My cock twitches and stiffens a bit more.
When I return to tub-side, I see that Bram has moved away from his two admirers and is staring at me as I approach. Before this week I would never have thought myself tremendously attractive—especially to a young boy—but Bram’s stare is undeniably one of pure lust. I sit cross-legged on the deck and drink my beer, trying to be nonchalant about Bram…and my erection.
Our lazy reverie is broken by the sound of an approaching motorcycle. Peter must be back. I can’t wait to see him so I leap to my feet, pull on my bathing suit and trot around the semi-enclosed porch toward the front of the big beach house.
I stop in my tracks when I see him. Sitting behind him on the bike, laughing to something he’s said, is my new bride Megan! He’s in a tank-top and drawstring sweatpants and she’s wearing her string bikini. I peek from around the house corner and watch them, dumbfounded. Why is she here? I know she was lusting for Peter when we first met him on the beach a couple of days ago. I mean, how can you not lust after Peter and his magnificent physique and awe-inspiring manhood? I know I did, taking him every way I could the following day. Did she go looking for him—feeling abandoned by me on our honeymoon? When they dismount, I can’t help notice her excited nipples poking at the bra’s thin fabric. They enter the house as I retreat from my hiding place. What am I going to do?
Before I get to the back deck, I’m surprised to see a dripping-wet Bram approaching me. The look of lust is still in his eyes.
“Ah…hi Rick…er…what were you doing out front?”
Inexplicably, I unburden myself to this beautiful naked boy, explaining everything of the last few days, including what I think will happen inside the house. I don’t know what I expected him to say, but what he did surprised me.
“Why don’t we sneak in and watch?” He smiles up at me, his gaze melting me to the core.
Hell, that’s just what we did. The big beach house turned out to be a veritable mansion, with a large central atrium set up as a patio, with a jungle of potted plants, several cushioned lounge chairs, and a big divan that must have cost hundreds. Bram seemed to know the layout of the big house as he led me to a loft bedroom that overlooked the patio. When we got to our vantage point, Peter and Megan were standing there, sipping from tall glasses and making small talk we could barely hear. Bram and I wordlessly lie next to each other on the bed, on our stomachs and facing the atrium. Will our ‘sideshow’ be my new wife being fucked right in front of me? They kiss, then Peter says something and Megan sits on one of the lounge chairs, unties her bra string, letting it slip to the floor; exposing her nice breasts and her impressively engorged nipples. She provocatively lies back as Peter takes another sip of his drink as if to prolong the moment, or maybe to drive her crazy with desire. Peter can do that to you, and he knows it.
After a few tantalizing moments of silence, he loosens the drawstring, drops his pants to the tiles and kicking them aside, looks again at Megan. When she sees his magnificent cock in the flesh for the first time, she practically swoons, her mouth gaping in wonder. A smiling Peter stands there and poses, enticingly letting his foot-long marvel swing a little. Megan leaps from the lounge and drops onto her knees at his feet like the adoring worshiper she has become. She runs her hands over the long, thick shaft, her expression like a child on Christmas morning. When she runs her lips and tongue over its length, his cock starts to stiffen and rise. After she caresses Peter’s rising beauty a few more moments, she looks up into his eyes; the hunger in hers is evident to both Bram and me.
I’m aware that Megan isn’t the only one breathing heavily and shallow; Bram’s blue eyes are ablaze as he watches them. He inches closer to me on the bed, and then slides a hand inside my suit, resting his palm on an ass cheek. He’s panting in anticipation as he gapes at the show below.
Peter helps Megan to her feet and they kiss again, this time slow and deliberate, her tits grinding into his chest and his erect cock rubbing against her belly. When their lips separate, he pulls on the string that ties her bikini bottoms and the small fluff of fabric falls to the ground. He guides her over to the divan and eases her down, a hand at her pussy. Even at this distance, I can see his hand come away glistening wet. He straightens then pulls his tank top off. Megan is flush, her legs spread wide for him, a hand at one breast teasing a taut nipple. Peter kneels between her splayed legs and places the head of his immense cock at her opening. He enters her slowly. She is making little gasping noises as he stretches and fills her. My cock is rigid against the bedspread. Bram’s breathing has become more spasmodic; his hand squeezes my ass, a gasp escaping his lips as Peter’s hips begin their rhythmic motion.
I probably should be jealous of one of them—which one I’m not sure at this point—watching spellbound as they copulate. Megan’s legs are wrapped around Peter’s waist, her ass rising to meet each of his thrusts. In all the times we’ve made love, I’ve never heard her so vocal, she’s whimpering and moaning loudly in tune to the pistoning of his cock. I’m so fascinated she’s taking his amazing organ’s full length. I read once that a woman’s vagina will accommodate any size cock and that a supremely aroused woman’s cervix will ascend to accept a longer organ’s thrust, acting as a funnel for the desirable man’s spraying seed. I can see Peter’s 12-inch shaft, glistening in the sun from her copious lubrication, the whole of it sliding in and out of her. This and her voice signal the incredible height of her arousal.
As they reach a rocking rhythm, Bram turns to me slightly on the bed and breathlessly whispers “Oh…fuck me…like that…like…Peter,” tugging at my suit. To the glorious music of Peter’s loud grunts providing a back beat to Megan’s wails, my bathing suit flies off and Bram is in my arms, kissing me hungrily.
Hardly able to draw a breath he momentarily gets onto his knees and offers his exquisite young ass to me, panting in one short breath “nightstand…”
I pull open the small drawer on the nightstand at the side of the big bed to find a small bottle of sex lubricant. After applying a liberal amount at his anus and the head of my throbbing cock, I ease into him. Bram gasps yet dreamily smiles back at me. It takes a bit of willpower not to start ramming away, entering him slowly at first. His head is up, back to watching the coupling below. I take my hungry eyes away from the beautiful sight of Bram’s tight ass around my cock—I’m watching them fuck, too. Megan’s wails reach a pre-orgasmic peak and Peter is fucking her hard, the slap-slap-slap of pounding flesh audible despite Megan’s squeals. Bram is slamming his ass back to meet each of my thrusts; both of us not only lost in the act but also in the orgasms happening below us in the atrium. Megan screams as Peter makes one last thrust, his ass cheeks clenching as he shoots deep into her. The amazing tightness of Bram’s ass won’t let me last, so I’m cumming too. Four people grunting, moaning, and groaning in the throes of pleasure. Bram’s amazing tightness has me ejaculating seemingly forever, my cock pumping cum again and again and again…
I must have luxuriated for a long while buried deep in Bram’s bowels, my eyes closed and my cock slowly growing flaccid and leaking the last of my cum. When I finally open my eyes, he’s looking back at me with an ear-to-ear grin that only makes him more beautiful. I must satisfy him. I pull out, lay him gently on his back and take his hard cock in my mouth. I’m getting good at this, I think, as he rapidly cums down my throat. I swallow every last, succulent drop. Sated, we lie together on the big bed a while, our lips and hands making contact even after our cocks are dormant. After one last kiss, we arise from the bed and get dressed; I put my bathing suit back on and Bram finds a pair of too-large gym shorts in a dresser drawer that barely hang on his slender hips.
We sort of sneak downstairs, wondering where Megan and Peter are, realizing they must still be in the house since we haven’t heard Peter’s bike fire up. Bram is clinging to me as we walk, staking a claim to his new lover. I don’t mind at all. There’s still the unanswered question of Bram’s familiarity with the house and whether his lust for me is real or a substitution for Peter, as with Megan the first day she met him—puzzling, but not a roadblock to enjoying my newfound sexual freedom.
Near the back door that leads to the deck we run into Peter, bare-chested but again wearing his sweatpants.
“Well,” he says, smiling, drawing out the word. “Looks like you’ve been a busy boy, Rick.” He looks from Bram then back to me. “At least now I know where you’ve been…leaving your bride alone at the hotel,” audibly sarcastic at the word bride.
Before I can reply, he continues, “You know Megan’s here, don’t you?”
I can’t meet his eyes, which confirms to him I know far more than that.
Gesturing toward the rear of the house, Peter says, “She’s in the hot tub, but I wouldn’t go back there if I were you…I think she’s still busy…”
Picturing the three gay musketeers of Frank, Donnie and Billy, I wasn’t sure what he meant by her being busy, even though his words were dripping with sexual innuendo. On another level I wonder what happened with Peter. Our lovemaking yesterday was so glorious—why has he turned on me like this?
Turning again to Bram, Peter says, “If you’re looking for Adi, I’m keeping him busy for a little while.” As if on cue, Adi walks up behind us. He’s naked as before, but this time with an erection and a smile.
“Excuse us.” Peter takes Adi by the hand and leads his next prize into the house.
Bram glances up at me with a hurt look on his face, yet says “I don’t care…I have someone.” He caresses the front of my suit at the same time leaning into me. Our lips meet, and my cock twitches.
In our acquired roles as voyeurs as well as lovers, we agree to sneak around back and spy on my wife again. When we reach that corner of the porch we see that a topless Megan is indeed in the spa, and she isn’t alone. A new guy is standing at the ladder rail talking to her. This guy is definitely a stud: around six-foot-two, lean yet muscular, wearing a white thong that shows off his tight ass and hints of a thick meaty cock. The seduction has begun. As they speak, Megan inches a little closer to him. For his part, he slides in next to her in the sunken whirlpool, and in seconds they’re kissing. When their lips separate, he stands and pulls off his thong. Megan seems to be as enthralled with this man’s shorter but much thicker unit as she had with Peter’s. His cock is indeed very thick—by far the fattest I’ve ever seen. Megan tries to fellate him, but his stiffening cock proves too big for her mouth. I wonder if she’s starting to get worried about his tree trunk in other holes.
Bram has one hand on my ass as the other palms my cock. He nuzzles closer as we watch from our hiding place.
I guess Megan isn’t thinking of much right now, I suspect, since she’s obviously in heat. Standing in the whirlpool, they kiss again, grinding their bodies together. He’s fully erect. He guides her panting form from the spa and coaxes her onto all fours on a towel on the deck. With her fine ass right there and willing, he kneels behind her, places the head of his cock at her wet opening, and pushes. The shriek she let’s out is ungodly, but his strong hands on her ass won’t let her squirm away from his monster. She’s making kittenish mewling sounds as he goes deeper with each thrust. At some point, her pain must be turning to pleasure as she began screaming “yes” over and over again as he pounds away.
By this time Bram was also in heat. When I dragged my eyes away from watching Megan getting fucked, I see Bram looking at me the same way Megan had earlier looked at Peter. I drop my suit to the floor and assume the same position as my bride around the corner. Bram’s shorts are off and before I know it, his cock was up my ass. His rhythm is manic. He fucks me hard, saying my name a couple of times before grunting a stream of oh-yeses as he climaxes. I vaguely heard Megan shout “Oh God” and “Take my ass” as a still-horny Bram pushes me onto my back on the hard porch floor. To the screams of what I assume to be Megan getting her sphincter shredded, Bram impales himself on my erect cock and begins rapidly bouncing up and down. He’s so beautiful: sweat-soaked, flushed and breathless. Damn, his ass is so tight; I cum with an almost involuntary groan. Until he shot all over my chest and belly, I didn’t realize I had been jerking him off while we fucked. Spent, we collapsed there on the porch, oblivious to Megan’s continuing screams echoing around the back of the big villa.
We arose after a while, both stiff everywhere except our cocks. By now, all was pretty quiet; the most audible sound being the surf. I hope Megan is as satisfied with her new-found sex partners as I have been with mine. Bram gives me a quick kiss before moving into the house. I can’t help staring at his beautiful little ass as he walks away in naked splendor, absentmindedly clutching the borrowed, too-big shorts in his left hand. My cock twitches while I think about what we’ve done and what I’d still like to do with him. Wow, what a feeling! I glance around the corner to see that Megan and her latest fuck-mate are no longer there, the whirlpool empty and turned off. I may as well use it, I think, slipping my bathing suit back on. I push the button to activate the heat and the jets and climb in.
How long was I there, pondering the many decisions I’m facing? How will I handle Megan? I imagine Peter and Bram—I need a man, but certainly so does my wife. If we’re not going to satisfy each other, then why stay married? I mean, I really do love her as a person, but sex is still sex, right? My reverie is broken by the sound of a motorcycle kicked to life. I hope Peter is taking Megan back to our hotel, since I really don’t want to run into her here and now. With the sound of a departing motorbike in my ears, I’m surprised by Adi walking toward me from a back door. He has what looks to me like a dazed look on his face, streaks of semen running down his thighs—and maybe a few drops of blood. What did Peter do to him? I can see he’s been crying.
“Adi…are you okay?” Other words escaped me.
“I’m all right…I guess.” I hear the slight sob in his voice. “Is it okay if I join you?”
The boy climbs gingerly into the roiling water, stopping and wincing when his ass hits the waterline.
“Are you sure you’re okay…can I do anything for you?”
He starts crying as he settles into the whirlpool. “P-p-p-lease…hold me.”
I did.
Peter raped him—that’s the only way to categorize what Adi reveals to me. He tells me how he and Bram have always fantasized about being with Peter; the boys’ raging hormones bubbling over at the thought of touching and being touched by Peter’s fantastic manhood (a feeling I know all too well!). His adoration, his fantasy and his anus were all ravaged by Peter’s apparent selfishness this afternoon. We held each other for quite a while, soaking in the warmth of the heated and roiling water.
Adi looks into my eyes. “You’re a nice guy, Rick.” After a few seconds, he looks down and continues, “Did you…ah…treat Bram alright?”
When he looks back at me with those soulfully boyish brown eyes, I swoon, and kiss him gently on the lips.
“I would never hurt Bram like Peter hurt you.” The next kiss was long and tender, our tongues darting and teasing each other’s.
“Let’s go find him.” Adi climbs from the whirlpool, taking my hand and making me follow him, naked and dripping wet yet neither one of us caring.
We search from room to room in the big house. Looking into the central atrium, we find Donnie, Frank and three newcomers fucking and sucking away in a tangle of male flesh. Thankfully, Bram wasn’t a part of the orgy.
We eventually locate Bram asleep in a back bedroom. Damned if he didn’t look like an angel laying there on the satin sheets, tucked up in a fetal position, his beautiful boy-cock poking out between his legs. I look at Adi and I can see true love in his gaze. Damn, I want to spend the rest of my life lying in bed between these two!
Adi leans down to Bram’s ear and whispers: “Are you okay…?”
When Bram opens his eyes and smiles, it’s as if Heaven has shown down a magnificent light upon me. He extends his arms to us, and Adi and I fall to the bed beside him.
After a few moments, I feel a hand and then another caress my cock to life once again; both boys beaming as they fondle me. Bram kisses me hotly, while Adi slides his lips over my throbbing erection. I didn’t last long, filling Adi’s mouth with my hot cum. Bram’s lips are replaced by Adi’s, and he shares my ejaculate with me as our tongues touch. When Adi pulls away from my lips, Bram looks at him and gestures for him to turn around. Bram wants to fuck him now, but Adi shakes his head, his anus still too sore for sex. Both boy’s have rigid erections. I whisper an alternative and position myself on my back and coax Bram onto his knees, and straddling my neck, he begins to fuck my open mouth. At the same time, a hungry Adi straddles my chest and begins fucking Bram’s eager ass at a frenzied pace. I’m not sure who came first, but soon my throat was coated with Bram’s semen and Adi is grunting loudly as he pumps his load into Bram’s rectum. Satisfied, we collapse onto the satin sheets and rest.
Later, the three of us go out toward the back of the house, still quiet without activity at the hot tub. While Bram and Adi tug on their wetsuits, I say my goodbyes. Bram has tears in his eyes as we kiss for the last time. My heart breaks when he whispers “I wish I could have you forever.” I know I’ll always cherish our brief union of bodies and souls. The two boys wave to me as they head off down the beach, the late sun casting long shadows.
“What the fuck do I do now?” I say out loud to no one but myself and the nearby sea birds—who don’t seem to care a lick. With my bathing suit back on, I walk into the house to see if any of the guys are still around. Donnie and Frank are laying across each other in naked bliss on the atrium divan, but nobody else from the orgy is still around. I chuckle a little, thinking how I never did find out who owns this big beach house. Oh well, it doesn’t really matter at this point, does it? I set off along the beach, back to the hotel—and Megan. What surprises are in store for me there? How will I handle this?
Megan made up a story about taking a sightseeing tour, and I made up a story about doing some more snorkeling. Later that evening, interpreting a sign of affection as my looking for sex, she begged off by claiming her period had begun. I did notice she’s wearing a menstrual pad, but I’m almost certain she’s in pain and bleeding from getting fucked in too many holes by two, too-big cocks.
“Be careful what you ask for…” I mutter under my breath.
We were together the rest of the honeymoon. We never saw Peter again, nor Bram or Adi. No sex for the balance of the stay. Would I want her, even after she’s recuperated? Would she ever be satisfied by my average sized manhood?
Oh well, life goes on.
(Seven months later…)
Megan’s belly is getting much too big. The baby (the doctor says it’ll be a boy) is probably going to be a bruiser. Probably not mine, but what the hell; Megan and I have been getting along swell, which is very important right now, and the pregnancy makes a good excuse for forestalling sex. I’ve met a man in town who’s taking care of my needs, though he’s not Peter, and certainly not Bram. Bram is always on my mind—for two separate but important reasons. One: because in some strange way I fell in love for all eternity with the beautiful boy that day last summer. Two: because my doctor tells me that Megan wasn’t the only one to bring home a surprise from our honeymoon. I just wonder if Bram, or Peter, was the donor of my special “gift.”
Our first day here, we went out on the beach together. Megan was itching to wear her new string bikini, and when she put it on, damned if I didn’t get a hard-on. I was both proud to be seen with her, and jealous that other guys would be checking her out. To my Midwestern sensibilities, her suit was much too revealing, yet when we got to the beach, I was a little surprised by what others were wearing. Some of the thongs practically showed everything. And even guys had thongs on! Damned if my conservative trunks weren’t the squarest attire on that beach. I was shocked when one woman brazenly walked by topless (even though this wasn’t supposed to be a nude beach or anything).
As we were searching for a nice spot to spread out, Megan smiles and teasingly asks, “Can I take my top off, too?”
“You better not, woman,” I barked. She may not be real big in the chest area, but she’s MINE, and I don’t want to share the sight with anyone.
“Oooooo…look over there.” She giggles, and as surreptitiously as possible points further down the beach. I follow her direction and look that way. This young guy is walking down by the water. Sandy-blond hair, and a buff bod, he’s wearing this skimpy light-blue bikini bathing suit. The material may have been skimpy, but there certainly wasn’t anything skimpy about the pouch in front. Man, the kid was hung! A twinge of jealousy hits…why is she even looking? But I know. When I glance at Megan, I’m stunned by the flush of excitement on her face. Before I can even say anything, she stands up, slips her top off, and begins walking toward him. I was too shocked to move at first, but the jealously kicked-in big time, and I was on my feet and trotting after her. She performed a clumsy act of “accidentally” bumping into him, looking to me like she was able to cop a quick feel. I was mad enough to eat nails by the time I reached them, but surprised when I see that although she’s flushed pink and breathing hard, he’s pretty blasé about the whole bump-and-grope routine.
I guess there already was enough time for introductions…Megan turned to me and introduced him as Peter. We shook hands. If he was aware of my new wife’s heat, he didn’t show it. Up close I realize he’s younger than I first thought…maybe 16 or 17, but his body is all man. He’s got the upper body of a casual weightlifter, light bronze skin, with washboard abs and a tight, muscled ass. Except for what’s on his head, there’s not a lick of hair showing on him. When I glance sideways at Megan, she’s staring at the front of his suit, the flush more noticeable than before, and her nipples tight and erect. Following introductions, he invites us to a local restaurant his uncle runs for dinner that evening. Megan says yes much too quickly, and though I’m pissed at her, I agree to go.
I hate to admit it, but I liked him immediately. I mean…he didn’t even once ogle my wife’s naked breasts as far as I could see, even though she practically pushed them into his chest a couple of times. As he walks away, we’re both looking at his backside. I know Megan’s reason for staring, though I’m a bit surprised at my own need to gawk. He’s probably the most beautiful young man I’ve ever seen. I know, I know, I used the word ‘beautiful’…but it’s true…and that cock of his must be quite a unit! I’ve passed the point of anger toward my new bride…shit, if I were Megan, I’d probably lust after him too.
I dragged her back up the beach to our things and made her put her top back on. She didn’t say another word about Peter. When we returned to our room though, she was all over me in an instant. With my trunks down around my ankles, she grasped my dick and mouthed it. I was erect in no time. She sucked me with relish until I was close to cumming, then she pushed me onto the bed, stripped off her suit and straddled me. She bounded up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back, and barking little “Ah…Ah…Ah” sounds. I was so in awe of her voracity that I almost forgot about my own climax; that is until she wailed a louder “Ahhhh-gggg” and I felt the walls of her vagina clench down on me hard. At her second pelvic spasm, I let go several pulse-pounding shots deep into her. She’s never climaxed this fantastically before, but maybe neither have I. She was probably fantasy-fucking Peter just now. I wasn’t going to let it bother me.
We napped for a while, then showered and headed back out. Megan wanted to go shopping, saying she wanted me to buy a new bathing suit. She picked out a rather skimpy bikini-cut pair I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear, thinking at least it’s not a thong. When I tried them on, I had to admit I looked pretty good—not as hung as Peter, but I still presented a good “package” in front. I bought them. She’s still thinking about him.
When Megan and I arrived at his uncle’s restaurant that evening, Peter appeared very happy to see us, and seated us at what seemed like a choice table. My jealously was back in full force…was the gesture an attempt to impress my wife? As the evening passed though, Peter, for his part, didn’t give the impression he was paying any undue attention to Megan, even though she was shamelessly fawning over him. For the second time today, I had to admit he WAS an impressive young man—very handsome, friendly, and poised (…and that equally impressive-sized bulge in his bathing suit.) Peter’s uncle was a big, garrulous old-world European who made us feel at home as soon as we were introduced.
What a meal! While leaving, Peter asked me what we were planning for the next day. Trying to ignore Megan’s piqued excitement at the question, I answered, “more of the same, I guess…sand and surf.”
Peter surprises me by saying, “Why don’t you come snorkeling with me out by the reef, Rick?”
“Sounds like a great idea, Peter…sure I will,” I answer with some amount of triumph, since Megan is a little afraid of ocean swimming and wouldn’t want to go. Her disappointed look confirms it. Peter and I make plans to meet the following morning.
Again that night, Megan enthusiastically fucks me senseless. I know she’s still fantasizing about Peter.
***
When I meet Peter on the beach early the next morning, he’s again wearing little more than a thong of mesh-like fabric with a remarkable front “pocket.” I bet every woman on this beach is fantasizing about him, so I guess I can’t be totally pissed off at Megan’s reaction.
“Hey, I see you got into the island spirit.” He says smiling, pointing at my new suit.
I’m very self-conscious in them, especially the way he’s looking at me. Hell, I think they look good, even though I feel like everything’s hanging out for all to see. I smile back and say, “Yeah…Megan made me buy ‘em…I guess she got hot after seeing yours yesterday.”
“Man, I’m sorry…I wasn’t meaning to get her going or anything…”
Naw…it’s okay…I know it’s not your fault…you must have the babes all over you.” Even with his tan, I can see the blush.
After a pause, he says, “C’mon, my bike is over there,” pointing to a sleek Triumph parked up by the hotel. “We’ll ride to the dock…I’ve got all the equipment we need on the boat.”
When we reach the motorcycle, he effortlessly straddles the seat. When I mount the saddle behind him it’s a little awkward at first; I’m not so sure where to hold on. He instructs me to put my arms around his midsection, but I hesitate. He chuckles a bit and says, “It’s okay…I won’t bite.” I’m not so sure. Here I am with my arms around this man/boy, feeling his tight muscles and his radiating heat and the vibrations of the motorbike, and damned if I don’t start to get an erection. He’s GOT to feel my stiff dick poking against his backside as we ride down the narrow streets, but if he does he doesn’t let on.
When we get to the dock, he explains the boat is also his uncle’s. We go aboard and within minutes we’re underway, heading out to a reef popular with divers and snorkelers. What a time! The water was marvelously blue-green and the sea life was interesting and plentiful. Underwater, I can’t help but also look at Peter. How can a teenager be so poised and so handsome? With the wet mesh fabric of his suit leaving nothing to the imagination, I also wonder how a teenager can be so endowed.
Back on shore later that afternoon, Peter invites me back to his apartment. “I’d like to shower first before taking you back to the hotel. You can grab a quick shower too, before heading back,” he says with an it’s-up-to-you gesture of his hand. I told him it’s okay with me.
I’m still in awe. How can a 17-year-old (Peter told me how old he was) have such a nice apartment? His place was modest, yet clean and nicely furnished. I sat on his sofa while he showered. When he came out, he was casually holding a towel loosely in front of him. “Your turn, if you want one,” he says, letting the towel slip to the side. Oh my God! What a piece of manhood he has! His cock looks to be 10 or 11 inches and very thick. I didn’t realize I had another erection until I stood up and realized he was looking at the front of my suit. I thought I saw his cock twitch and rise a little. I excused myself and headed toward his shower. While stripping off my suit, I didn’t catch on that he was behind me until he surprised me by saying, “Soap’s in there and towels are over here.” He was looking at mine (which was still semi-erect) and I couldn’t help looking at his (which was wondrously growing as well). I was thinking: how big could that thing get when it was fully engorged?
I must have trembled or blushed or something, for he reacted by taking me by the arm and guiding me into the shower stall, and then stepped in with me. As he turned on the water, my mind was afire with doubts and imaginations.
On one level I knew what was about to happen. On another level, I couldn’t believe it. I was going to be with a MAN…no a boy, really—and I wasn’t running away! He lifted the bar of soap and began lathering my body. He was slow, tender, and yes, loving. When his soap-filled hand rose from my chest to my neck, he dropped the bar, placed one hand on my ass and the other behind my head and pulled me to him. We kissed for a long while, our rigid cocks rubbing and twitching against each other’s, oblivious to the streaming water. Wordlessly, he guided me from the shower to his bedroom, still dripping wet but not caring. As he passed by the dresser he picked up a condom before coaxing me to the bed then lying down next to me. We kissed again. I reached down and caressed his magnificent cock. I still can’t believe I’m doing this, but my body is tense with sexual need and I’m breathing in short gasps. Looking into his eyes, I see he is lusting for me even more than I am enthralled with his beautiful teen body. He helps me get onto my knees. Now that I’m on all fours, he gets behind me and rolls the condom onto his member. I sneak a glance back at him and a shiver runs up my spine. The stretched condom only partially covers his enormous erection. He must have spit into his hand, for now his wet palm rubs my anus, then one finger probes and massages me. Dammit, I’ve never been so horny in my life…I’m about to be fucked by an Adonis! Before I can even comprehend the act, he places the head at my opening and pushes. My brain explodes in a shower of stars as my sphincter is stretched more than I could ever imagine. He wastes no time thrusting his full length into me. Like an animal in heat, he fucks my ass, going faster and faster with each thrust. My mind is blank; I only have sensations, not thoughts. He assaults my prostate with every deep push into my rectum. I don’t think my cock has ever been as hard and wanting as it is now. He groans and makes one final thrust into me as I feel the throbbing of his ejaculations deep in my bowel. What would it have felt like if he weren’t wearing a condom, I wonder? When he pulls out of me, I hear a popping, suction sound…I wonder what my asshole looks like now? He rolls over on the bed and pulls me over with him. My hand goes to his slippery, encased cock, now spent and wilting but still impressive. The bulb at the end of the condom feels tremendously full of semen, he must have cum buckets.
Peter looks at me and says, “I want you to fuck me now.” When he touches my cock, he’s also surprised at how hard it is. “Fuck me now” he repeats in a panting whisper. I look around for a condom, but he shakes his head ‘no’ and gets on his hands and knees, offering his ass to me. And what a glorious ass it is, all tight rippling muscles, tanned to perfection. I mimic his ‘lubrication’ by spitting into my hand and massage his anus. As aroused as I’ve ever been in my life, I enter him quickly and start pumping. It didn’t take long. When I felt my climax building, I reached around and palmed his cock; the condom must have slipped off and he was rigid again. As I fucked him, I vigorously stroked most of the length of his cock. With another loud groan, he came before I did.
Like two kids excited about new toys, we jump back into the shower to clean off from our lovemaking, touching and stroking each other’s soapy wet body. By the time we shut the water off, we’re both erect once more. He practically pulls me back to the bedroom. When our dripping wet bodies hit the bed, he ends up opposite of me so that his magnificent member is right at my face. He doesn’t hesitate…he guides my cock between his lips and starts sucking me. Oh, boy…I never thought I’d ever have a man’s cock in my mouth…but this beautiful foot-long piece of flesh, leaking a fair amount of pre-cum, is right there—‘he who hesitates is lost’—so I grasp the shaft and slide the head between my lips. I enjoy the sweetness of his leaking juices on my tongue. As I stroke the first part of his cock with my lips, he begins to frantically thrust his hips, pushing his massive unit deeper into my mouth. Delirious with lust, he doesn’t know he’s choking me. So this is it, I think—deep throating—though I’m not exactly volunteering for the privilege. Before I know it, practically his whole length is down my throat and I can’t breathe. Struggling for breath, yet unwilling to push him away, I let him continue fucking my throat. My mind begins to fog from lack of oxygen when he makes one last thrust and cums. At that moment, the sensations took over: the warm flow of his semen coating my gullet and choking me; the ‘my-foot’s-asleep’ pins and needles feeling taking over my whole body; the extreme convulsion and release when I cum in his mouth. I vaguely hear someone gurgling and choking before I pass out—my last fragment of dream-thought a sense of bathing in a warm, blissful pool without a care in the world.
When I awoke, as a lot of people do I momentarily forgot where I was. Peter is lying next to me, sleeping with one hand holding my flaccid, cum-dappled cock. A slick of semen coats my mouth. More is on my lips and chin. What time is it?
I arise from his bed and head back to the shower. When I dry off and head back to the bedroom, he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, a smile on his face and his man-sausage draped casually yet beautifully across one thigh.
“I suppose you’d like to get back to your wife now,” he says to me, the words sounding sarcastic, but not his tone. “Or would you like some more?” He grins and pats the bed next to him. Damn, he looks so beautiful sitting there, I think, as his unit amazingly starts to stiffen and rise like some charmed snake. Another condom and a new position this time. He got between my legs, lifted them high into the air and entered me quickly. I hold my legs up and back with my knees practically at my chest and marvel at the look of him, every muscle taut as he feverishly fucks me in this man version of the missionary position. His long, pounding strokes are tweaking my prostate and every nerve ending in my rectum. My cock is super-hard and throbbing when he grasps the shaft and strokes me to the same rhythm as his thrusts up my ass. I came in seconds, spraying all over my belly and chest. He came soon after; with one last splendid thrust deep inside me he climaxes while making a series of loud, guttural sounds. Spent, he fell on top of me and we kissed and held each other for a long while.
***
When Peter returned me to the hotel, Megan was full of questions about our snorkeling adventure: “What have you two guys been DOING all this time?” (If only she knew!) “What did you see?” (STARS, when he fucked me the first time!) “What’s he like?” (Quite a good lover, but you’ll never have his cock inside YOU!) “What did he think of your new bathing suit?” (I think he liked it more OFF me than on!) Of course, I was vague in my answers, certainly not saying what I was thinking.
I’m talking to her with no feelings of guilt whatsoever; though I’m still so in awe of the fact I just had sex with a teenaged boy. What the hell am I to do now? I’m on my honeymoon with my hot new wife, but all I can think of is having Peter’s huge cock stuffed up my ass, or deep down my throat. Through the fog of memories of this afternoon I finally register that Megan is wearing just a hotel robe, which is only loosely covering her. Huh? Is her pussy as wet as it looks to me? Is the other nipple as taut as the one I can see? Holy shit, she’s been doing herself all afternoon fantasizing about Peter! After all I’ve experienced this afternoon, the realization can hardly spur any jealousy. In fact, I feel rather proud to have had his cock in me…she should be the jealous one!
When a flushed Megan, after listening of my day with Peter (only the snorkeling part!), says to me, “Why don’t you get out of your suit and hit the shower,” I know my dick will get another workout.
I pull off my t-shirt and trunks in front of her, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, and turn toward the shower. As soon as I’ve adjusted the water and step into the shower, she’s joined me, breathing heavily and feverishly fondling my cock. Nothing is happening. Her flushed skin, her taut and swollen nipples, her panting, her stroking doesn’t get me hard. She’s horny but I’m not.
Her frustration is starting to get the better of her, but only simmers until she surprisingly sneers “I bet Peter’s cock would be as hard as a rock right now,” looking disdainfully at my limp dick, and probably imagining his monster.
I mutter, “You’d be surprised.” This confuses her a bit, not getting my meaning.
She turns around, putting her back toward me. She’s given up, I guess, but a strange thing happens——thinking of Peter’s superb manhood and having Megan’s ass right in front of me brings all the afternoon’s delightful memories flooding back. My cock springs to life. I remember the sight of Peter’s ass ready for my entry. When I reach down between her cheeks, Megan purrs and says something like “That’s better,” sticking her ass out. I run my fingers along her pussy lips to gather the lubrication there before rubbing it into her anus. Before she can figure my intent, I enter her and thrust my full length deep into her rectum. She lets out a yelp, but otherwise doesn’t quite know how to react. It doesn’t matter. Holding her by the hips, I pound into her. Even if she protested it wouldn’t have stopped me; however she was quickly getting into our first anal coupling. Her moans were much louder than my grunts. We pretty much came together. Her orgasmic screams bounce around the tight shower enclosure as I unload several streams deep within her bowels. Maybe in some fantasy universe we both climaxed with Peter.
Her first words to me after we rinsed off and exited the shower were “What got into you?”
She’d be shocked if she could read my mind. It was Peter who ‘got into’ me, and he got into me GOOD.
Later that night, before surrendering to our dreams, I fucked her in the ass one more time. She bucked and screamed, her rectum pulsating over and over again around my cock as she climaxed. After pulling out, I was stunned when I saw the amount of pussy juice that had dripped down her inner thighs as I fucked her. Had she discovered something new, or was it just the Peter-fantasy again?
***
So, here I am. After a night of dreaming of Peter holding me, sucking me, and fucking me, I stand on this beautiful sandy beach, miles from home, lost. What will I do? Can I abandon the marriage that has barely just begun? Will I be happy? Is it just Peter, or do I need a man…any man?
My heart flutters when I see the Triumph motorcycle parked up by the street. I begin to search the beach for Peter while my cock stirs, stiffens a bit, and leaks a little pre-cum in my tight new suit.
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Beach Boy Blues
Honeymoon Beach – Part 2
(MM, Mmm, MF)
I walk along the beach’s edge, looking for Peter. The more I try not to think about him, the more his image solidifies in my mind. A momentary chuckle escapes me when I associate that word—“solidify”—with the memory of his beautifully immense rigid cock filling my throat.
I’m taken aback when a young man, seeing me gazing at Peter’s parked motorbike, tells me he is visiting some friends at a villa just down the beach. Can he see my need? Is my longing for him obvious to everyone who looks at me? I walk off in the direction he gives me.
As I approach the villa from the beach side a man waves to me from a veranda. He calls out, “You look like a man on a mission…looking for someone?”
When I arrived on this island for my honeymoon I was shocked by what passed as beachwear, but no longer. The dark-haired, muscular man wasn’t wearing a thong as I first surmised, but nothing more than a bright yellow pouch connected to a strap around his waist. That’s it. Granted, it was a rather prominent pouch. He didn’t appear to be as endowed as Peter, but he still had good equipment.
“I’m looking for a guy named Peter…a fellow on the beach said he was here.”
“He was earlier, but I think he went out to run an errand for his uncle. He should be back in about an hour.” He shows me the beer bottle he’s drinking from. “Why don’t you come on up and soak in the hot tub…I’ll get you a beer and you can wait for Peter there…okay?”
Again, I hope my need to see Peter isn’t that overt, as I climb the stairs to the veranda. I don’t immediately see the hot tub, as my new buff acquaintance pulls a beer from a nearby cooler. He introduces himself as Frank as he hands me the cold bottle.
“The hot tub is right around the corner on the deck,” he says while pointing toward a covered area at the side of the big house.
I head in that direction, pulling a long cold draught from the beer bottle. I’m a little surprised to see two guys in the heated whirlpool when I get there. They could be twins, though I doubt they’re related. Both look to be about 19 or 20, with curly blond hair and as muscularly built as the guy who invited me in. They introduce themselves as Billy and Donnie, scooting over to let me enter the bubbling sunken spa. It’s not until I’m in the tub that I realize both are naked. Whatever suspicions I may have had coming here are now confirmed—I’ve joined a gay party zone. A few days ago the thought would have repulsed me, but not any more. Imagining what these two look like under the foamy water line, my cock strains the fabric of my suit. When Frank appears, Donnie and Billy separate to let him climb in between them. Though he probably thought he was being discreet, I could easily see Donnie unhook the waist strap of Frank’s pouch and free his member from its constraints. Before long they’re obviously fondling each other. Perhaps feeling left out, Billy rises from the built-in spa and steps onto the surrounding decking.
“You want another beer?” Billy asks me, blasé to the fact his good-sized unit is hanging over my upturned face.
“Sure”
“While I’m getting the brews, how about getting out of your suit,” he adds while walking away. Looking at his tightly muscled ass and legs, I can only do as he says. My suit comes off quickly.
In the half-minute it took Billy to get a couple of beers and return, Frank and Donnie are steaming hot and kissing. As Billy hands me one of the cold ones and steps back into the hot tub, Donnie climbs from the churning water and lies on his back on the deck at the top rim of the spa. While Donnie lifts his legs into the air, Frank reaches into a leather bag on the deck and removes a condom, which he quickly unrolls over his swollen cock as he steps onto one of the submerged “ledges” in the spa. He’s at the perfect height to enter Donnie’s exposed and willing hole. I’m fascinated by the sight of these two guys fucking. Frank’s pace quickens as he approaches climax, pounding mercilessly into Donnie’s asshole. Donnie, for his part, is jerking his stiff cock to match Frank’s rapid rhythm. I can’t take my eyes off them. Donnie cums before Frank, spraying spunk all over his chest and stomach just as Frank grunts, throws his head back and rams into Donnie’s ass as deeply as he can. I’m mesmerized by the look of Frank’s tight ass muscles spasming as he pumps load after load.
I guess mesmerize is the right word, since the spectacle momentarily keeps me from realizing that Billy is now sitting very close to me on the tub rim and his erection is superb. When I finally look his way, he intently looks back, placing a hand on my back at the nape of my neck. I move my stare from his eyes to his cock. Not as big as Peter’s, it’s nevertheless a beautiful specimen. Turning around and positioning myself between Billy’s legs, I run my fingers over the length of his cock, appreciating its texture before wrapping my lips around its head. Before long, I’m taking most of his length into my mouth at an ever-quickening pace. He loves it, throatily groaning “yes” repeatedly while I suck him. I can feel his cock stiffen and his balls contract as he nears climax, so I pull my lips away before he pumps several streams into the air, coating us both.
“You give good head…why didn’t you take it all?”
What was I to say…afraid of AIDS…not turned on enough? “I don’t know, man, maybe next time.”
My answer solicits a laugh from Frank.
Since I’m the only one who hasn’t cum yet, the three start to maneuver nearer to me, vying in some strange ‘dance’ for the privilege to take care of me. The mating ritual is interrupted by a shout from the back stairs. Two teen boys, both in wetsuits, appear around the corner, calling out to Donnie and Billy.
“Hey, how are you guys doing?” The lighter-haired kid asks, surveying the scene. I guess they’ve been here before…based on the small-talk they all seem to know one another. As I’m being introduced (“Our new friend here is Rick”) the boys begin stripping off their wetsuits, naked underneath. I’m agog, and my cock stiffens as I look at these two. The sandy-haired one is maybe 14 or 15 but small for his age, thin as a rail with shoulder length locks bleached by the sun. I’d have imagined him a girl except for the uncircumcised unit between his legs. His name is Bram, and he’s beautiful. The other kid appears slightly younger and a little heavier—Indian, maybe—with long dark curly hair, a nice ass and an equally nice little cock. His name is Adi, and he’s beautiful, too. Donnie, Frank and Billy immediately forget about me and start fawning all over the two newcomers, making space for them in the hot tub.
My first reaction to the display is that these two kids are cock teasers and, maybe, though lovers themselves have kept the older guys yearning but not getting any. Bram, Adi and I lounge in the tub as the other three sit around the deck close to the two boys. Frank has a hand on Adi’s shoulder, Donnie and Billy both playing with Bram’s hair as I stand and exit the whirlpool. I’m still semi-erect from the sight of the boys, and this doesn’t escape Bram’s gaze as his eyes follow me. I head to the cooler to get another beer. Momentarily, Bram has replaced Peter in my thoughts. My cock twitches and stiffens a bit more.
When I return to tub-side, I see that Bram has moved away from his two admirers and is staring at me as I approach. Before this week I would never have thought myself tremendously attractive—especially to a young boy—but Bram’s stare is undeniably one of pure lust. I sit cross-legged on the deck and drink my beer, trying to be nonchalant about Bram…and my erection.
Our lazy reverie is broken by the sound of an approaching motorcycle. Peter must be back. I can’t wait to see him so I leap to my feet, pull on my bathing suit and trot around the semi-enclosed porch toward the front of the big beach house.
I stop in my tracks when I see him. Sitting behind him on the bike, laughing to something he’s said, is my new bride Megan! He’s in a tank-top and drawstring sweatpants and she’s wearing her string bikini. I peek from around the house corner and watch them, dumbfounded. Why is she here? I know she was lusting for Peter when we first met him on the beach a couple of days ago. I mean, how can you not lust after Peter and his magnificent physique and awe-inspiring manhood? I know I did, taking him every way I could the following day. Did she go looking for him—feeling abandoned by me on our honeymoon? When they dismount, I can’t help notice her excited nipples poking at the bra’s thin fabric. They enter the house as I retreat from my hiding place. What am I going to do?
Before I get to the back deck, I’m surprised to see a dripping-wet Bram approaching me. The look of lust is still in his eyes.
“Ah…hi Rick…er…what were you doing out front?”
Inexplicably, I unburden myself to this beautiful naked boy, explaining everything of the last few days, including what I think will happen inside the house. I don’t know what I expected him to say, but what he did surprised me.
“Why don’t we sneak in and watch?” He smiles up at me, his gaze melting me to the core.
Hell, that’s just what we did. The big beach house turned out to be a veritable mansion, with a large central atrium set up as a patio, with a jungle of potted plants, several cushioned lounge chairs, and a big divan that must have cost hundreds. Bram seemed to know the layout of the big house as he led me to a loft bedroom that overlooked the patio. When we got to our vantage point, Peter and Megan were standing there, sipping from tall glasses and making small talk we could barely hear. Bram and I wordlessly lie next to each other on the bed, on our stomachs and facing the atrium. Will our ‘sideshow’ be my new wife being fucked right in front of me? They kiss, then Peter says something and Megan sits on one of the lounge chairs, unties her bra string, letting it slip to the floor; exposing her nice breasts and her impressively engorged nipples. She provocatively lies back as Peter takes another sip of his drink as if to prolong the moment, or maybe to drive her crazy with desire. Peter can do that to you, and he knows it.
After a few tantalizing moments of silence, he loosens the drawstring, drops his pants to the tiles and kicking them aside, looks again at Megan. When she sees his magnificent cock in the flesh for the first time, she practically swoons, her mouth gaping in wonder. A smiling Peter stands there and poses, enticingly letting his foot-long marvel swing a little. Megan leaps from the lounge and drops onto her knees at his feet like the adoring worshiper she has become. She runs her hands over the long, thick shaft, her expression like a child on Christmas morning. When she runs her lips and tongue over its length, his cock starts to stiffen and rise. After she caresses Peter’s rising beauty a few more moments, she looks up into his eyes; the hunger in hers is evident to both Bram and me.
I’m aware that Megan isn’t the only one breathing heavily and shallow; Bram’s blue eyes are ablaze as he watches them. He inches closer to me on the bed, and then slides a hand inside my suit, resting his palm on an ass cheek. He’s panting in anticipation as he gapes at the show below.
Peter helps Megan to her feet and they kiss again, this time slow and deliberate, her tits grinding into his chest and his erect cock rubbing against her belly. When their lips separate, he pulls on the string that ties her bikini bottoms and the small fluff of fabric falls to the ground. He guides her over to the divan and eases her down, a hand at her pussy. Even at this distance, I can see his hand come away glistening wet. He straightens then pulls his tank top off. Megan is flush, her legs spread wide for him, a hand at one breast teasing a taut nipple. Peter kneels between her splayed legs and places the head of his immense cock at her opening. He enters her slowly. She is making little gasping noises as he stretches and fills her. My cock is rigid against the bedspread. Bram’s breathing has become more spasmodic; his hand squeezes my ass, a gasp escaping his lips as Peter’s hips begin their rhythmic motion.
I probably should be jealous of one of them—which one I’m not sure at this point—watching spellbound as they copulate. Megan’s legs are wrapped around Peter’s waist, her ass rising to meet each of his thrusts. In all the times we’ve made love, I’ve never heard her so vocal, she’s whimpering and moaning loudly in tune to the pistoning of his cock. I’m so fascinated she’s taking his amazing organ’s full length. I read once that a woman’s vagina will accommodate any size cock and that a supremely aroused woman’s cervix will ascend to accept a longer organ’s thrust, acting as a funnel for the desirable man’s spraying seed. I can see Peter’s 12-inch shaft, glistening in the sun from her copious lubrication, the whole of it sliding in and out of her. This and her voice signal the incredible height of her arousal.
As they reach a rocking rhythm, Bram turns to me slightly on the bed and breathlessly whispers “Oh…fuck me…like that…like…Peter,” tugging at my suit. To the glorious music of Peter’s loud grunts providing a back beat to Megan’s wails, my bathing suit flies off and Bram is in my arms, kissing me hungrily.
Hardly able to draw a breath he momentarily gets onto his knees and offers his exquisite young ass to me, panting in one short breath “nightstand…”
I pull open the small drawer on the nightstand at the side of the big bed to find a small bottle of sex lubricant. After applying a liberal amount at his anus and the head of my throbbing cock, I ease into him. Bram gasps yet dreamily smiles back at me. It takes a bit of willpower not to start ramming away, entering him slowly at first. His head is up, back to watching the coupling below. I take my hungry eyes away from the beautiful sight of Bram’s tight ass around my cock—I’m watching them fuck, too. Megan’s wails reach a pre-orgasmic peak and Peter is fucking her hard, the slap-slap-slap of pounding flesh audible despite Megan’s squeals. Bram is slamming his ass back to meet each of my thrusts; both of us not only lost in the act but also in the orgasms happening below us in the atrium. Megan screams as Peter makes one last thrust, his ass cheeks clenching as he shoots deep into her. The amazing tightness of Bram’s ass won’t let me last, so I’m cumming too. Four people grunting, moaning, and groaning in the throes of pleasure. Bram’s amazing tightness has me ejaculating seemingly forever, my cock pumping cum again and again and again…
I must have luxuriated for a long while buried deep in Bram’s bowels, my eyes closed and my cock slowly growing flaccid and leaking the last of my cum. When I finally open my eyes, he’s looking back at me with an ear-to-ear grin that only makes him more beautiful. I must satisfy him. I pull out, lay him gently on his back and take his hard cock in my mouth. I’m getting good at this, I think, as he rapidly cums down my throat. I swallow every last, succulent drop. Sated, we lie together on the big bed a while, our lips and hands making contact even after our cocks are dormant. After one last kiss, we arise from the bed and get dressed; I put my bathing suit back on and Bram finds a pair of too-large gym shorts in a dresser drawer that barely hang on his slender hips.
We sort of sneak downstairs, wondering where Megan and Peter are, realizing they must still be in the house since we haven’t heard Peter’s bike fire up. Bram is clinging to me as we walk, staking a claim to his new lover. I don’t mind at all. There’s still the unanswered question of Bram’s familiarity with the house and whether his lust for me is real or a substitution for Peter, as with Megan the first day she met him—puzzling, but not a roadblock to enjoying my newfound sexual freedom.
Near the back door that leads to the deck we run into Peter, bare-chested but again wearing his sweatpants.
“Well,” he says, smiling, drawing out the word. “Looks like you’ve been a busy boy, Rick.” He looks from Bram then back to me. “At least now I know where you’ve been…leaving your bride alone at the hotel,” audibly sarcastic at the word bride.
Before I can reply, he continues, “You know Megan’s here, don’t you?”
I can’t meet his eyes, which confirms to him I know far more than that.
Gesturing toward the rear of the house, Peter says, “She’s in the hot tub, but I wouldn’t go back there if I were you…I think she’s still busy…”
Picturing the three gay musketeers of Frank, Donnie and Billy, I wasn’t sure what he meant by her being busy, even though his words were dripping with sexual innuendo. On another level I wonder what happened with Peter. Our lovemaking yesterday was so glorious—why has he turned on me like this?
Turning again to Bram, Peter says, “If you’re looking for Adi, I’m keeping him busy for a little while.” As if on cue, Adi walks up behind us. He’s naked as before, but this time with an erection and a smile.
“Excuse us.” Peter takes Adi by the hand and leads his next prize into the house.
Bram glances up at me with a hurt look on his face, yet says “I don’t care…I have someone.” He caresses the front of my suit at the same time leaning into me. Our lips meet, and my cock twitches.
In our acquired roles as voyeurs as well as lovers, we agree to sneak around back and spy on my wife again. When we reach that corner of the porch we see that a topless Megan is indeed in the spa, and she isn’t alone. A new guy is standing at the ladder rail talking to her. This guy is definitely a stud: around six-foot-two, lean yet muscular, wearing a white thong that shows off his tight ass and hints of a thick meaty cock. The seduction has begun. As they speak, Megan inches a little closer to him. For his part, he slides in next to her in the sunken whirlpool, and in seconds they’re kissing. When their lips separate, he stands and pulls off his thong. Megan seems to be as enthralled with this man’s shorter but much thicker unit as she had with Peter’s. His cock is indeed very thick—by far the fattest I’ve ever seen. Megan tries to fellate him, but his stiffening cock proves too big for her mouth. I wonder if she’s starting to get worried about his tree trunk in other holes.
Bram has one hand on my ass as the other palms my cock. He nuzzles closer as we watch from our hiding place.
I guess Megan isn’t thinking of much right now, I suspect, since she’s obviously in heat. Standing in the whirlpool, they kiss again, grinding their bodies together. He’s fully erect. He guides her panting form from the spa and coaxes her onto all fours on a towel on the deck. With her fine ass right there and willing, he kneels behind her, places the head of his cock at her wet opening, and pushes. The shriek she let’s out is ungodly, but his strong hands on her ass won’t let her squirm away from his monster. She’s making kittenish mewling sounds as he goes deeper with each thrust. At some point, her pain must be turning to pleasure as she began screaming “yes” over and over again as he pounds away.
By this time Bram was also in heat. When I dragged my eyes away from watching Megan getting fucked, I see Bram looking at me the same way Megan had earlier looked at Peter. I drop my suit to the floor and assume the same position as my bride around the corner. Bram’s shorts are off and before I know it, his cock was up my ass. His rhythm is manic. He fucks me hard, saying my name a couple of times before grunting a stream of oh-yeses as he climaxes. I vaguely heard Megan shout “Oh God” and “Take my ass” as a still-horny Bram pushes me onto my back on the hard porch floor. To the screams of what I assume to be Megan getting her sphincter shredded, Bram impales himself on my erect cock and begins rapidly bouncing up and down. He’s so beautiful: sweat-soaked, flushed and breathless. Damn, his ass is so tight; I cum with an almost involuntary groan. Until he shot all over my chest and belly, I didn’t realize I had been jerking him off while we fucked. Spent, we collapsed there on the porch, oblivious to Megan’s continuing screams echoing around the back of the big villa.
We arose after a while, both stiff everywhere except our cocks. By now, all was pretty quiet; the most audible sound being the surf. I hope Megan is as satisfied with her new-found sex partners as I have been with mine. Bram gives me a quick kiss before moving into the house. I can’t help staring at his beautiful little ass as he walks away in naked splendor, absentmindedly clutching the borrowed, too-big shorts in his left hand. My cock twitches while I think about what we’ve done and what I’d still like to do with him. Wow, what a feeling! I glance around the corner to see that Megan and her latest fuck-mate are no longer there, the whirlpool empty and turned off. I may as well use it, I think, slipping my bathing suit back on. I push the button to activate the heat and the jets and climb in.
How long was I there, pondering the many decisions I’m facing? How will I handle Megan? I imagine Peter and Bram—I need a man, but certainly so does my wife. If we’re not going to satisfy each other, then why stay married? I mean, I really do love her as a person, but sex is still sex, right? My reverie is broken by the sound of a motorcycle kicked to life. I hope Peter is taking Megan back to our hotel, since I really don’t want to run into her here and now. With the sound of a departing motorbike in my ears, I’m surprised by Adi walking toward me from a back door. He has what looks to me like a dazed look on his face, streaks of semen running down his thighs—and maybe a few drops of blood. What did Peter do to him? I can see he’s been crying.
“Adi…are you okay?” Other words escaped me.
“I’m all right…I guess.” I hear the slight sob in his voice. “Is it okay if I join you?”
The boy climbs gingerly into the roiling water, stopping and wincing when his ass hits the waterline.
“Are you sure you’re okay…can I do anything for you?”
He starts crying as he settles into the whirlpool. “P-p-p-lease…hold me.”
I did.
Peter raped him—that’s the only way to categorize what Adi reveals to me. He tells me how he and Bram have always fantasized about being with Peter; the boys’ raging hormones bubbling over at the thought of touching and being touched by Peter’s fantastic manhood (a feeling I know all too well!). His adoration, his fantasy and his anus were all ravaged by Peter’s apparent selfishness this afternoon. We held each other for quite a while, soaking in the warmth of the heated and roiling water.
Adi looks into my eyes. “You’re a nice guy, Rick.” After a few seconds, he looks down and continues, “Did you…ah…treat Bram alright?”
When he looks back at me with those soulfully boyish brown eyes, I swoon, and kiss him gently on the lips.
“I would never hurt Bram like Peter hurt you.” The next kiss was long and tender, our tongues darting and teasing each other’s.
“Let’s go find him.” Adi climbs from the whirlpool, taking my hand and making me follow him, naked and dripping wet yet neither one of us caring.
We search from room to room in the big house. Looking into the central atrium, we find Donnie, Frank and three newcomers fucking and sucking away in a tangle of male flesh. Thankfully, Bram wasn’t a part of the orgy.
We eventually locate Bram asleep in a back bedroom. Damned if he didn’t look like an angel laying there on the satin sheets, tucked up in a fetal position, his beautiful boy-cock poking out between his legs. I look at Adi and I can see true love in his gaze. Damn, I want to spend the rest of my life lying in bed between these two!
Adi leans down to Bram’s ear and whispers: “Are you okay…?”
When Bram opens his eyes and smiles, it’s as if Heaven has shown down a magnificent light upon me. He extends his arms to us, and Adi and I fall to the bed beside him.
After a few moments, I feel a hand and then another caress my cock to life once again; both boys beaming as they fondle me. Bram kisses me hotly, while Adi slides his lips over my throbbing erection. I didn’t last long, filling Adi’s mouth with my hot cum. Bram’s lips are replaced by Adi’s, and he shares my ejaculate with me as our tongues touch. When Adi pulls away from my lips, Bram looks at him and gestures for him to turn around. Bram wants to fuck him now, but Adi shakes his head, his anus still too sore for sex. Both boy’s have rigid erections. I whisper an alternative and position myself on my back and coax Bram onto his knees, and straddling my neck, he begins to fuck my open mouth. At the same time, a hungry Adi straddles my chest and begins fucking Bram’s eager ass at a frenzied pace. I’m not sure who came first, but soon my throat was coated with Bram’s semen and Adi is grunting loudly as he pumps his load into Bram’s rectum. Satisfied, we collapse onto the satin sheets and rest.
Later, the three of us go out toward the back of the house, still quiet without activity at the hot tub. While Bram and Adi tug on their wetsuits, I say my goodbyes. Bram has tears in his eyes as we kiss for the last time. My heart breaks when he whispers “I wish I could have you forever.” I know I’ll always cherish our brief union of bodies and souls. The two boys wave to me as they head off down the beach, the late sun casting long shadows.
“What the fuck do I do now?” I say out loud to no one but myself and the nearby sea birds—who don’t seem to care a lick. With my bathing suit back on, I walk into the house to see if any of the guys are still around. Donnie and Frank are laying across each other in naked bliss on the atrium divan, but nobody else from the orgy is still around. I chuckle a little, thinking how I never did find out who owns this big beach house. Oh well, it doesn’t really matter at this point, does it? I set off along the beach, back to the hotel—and Megan. What surprises are in store for me there? How will I handle this?
Megan made up a story about taking a sightseeing tour, and I made up a story about doing some more snorkeling. Later that evening, interpreting a sign of affection as my looking for sex, she begged off by claiming her period had begun. I did notice she’s wearing a menstrual pad, but I’m almost certain she’s in pain and bleeding from getting fucked in too many holes by two, too-big cocks.
“Be careful what you ask for…” I mutter under my breath.
We were together the rest of the honeymoon. We never saw Peter again, nor Bram or Adi. No sex for the balance of the stay. Would I want her, even after she’s recuperated? Would she ever be satisfied by my average sized manhood?
Oh well, life goes on.
(Seven months later…)
Megan’s belly is getting much too big. The baby (the doctor says it’ll be a boy) is probably going to be a bruiser. Probably not mine, but what the hell; Megan and I have been getting along swell, which is very important right now, and the pregnancy makes a good excuse for forestalling sex. I’ve met a man in town who’s taking care of my needs, though he’s not Peter, and certainly not Bram. Bram is always on my mind—for two separate but important reasons. One: because in some strange way I fell in love for all eternity with the beautiful boy that day last summer. Two: because my doctor tells me that Megan wasn’t the only one to bring home a surprise from our honeymoon. I just wonder if Bram, or Peter, was the donor of my special “gift.”
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