Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 23:08:38 -0500
From: Buddy Shay <buddy_shay@hotmail.com>
Subject: Oceans (M/F, M/M, M/F/F, F/M/M)

OCEANS

By

Tom Shay

Oceans

It hit me like a tidal wave. I was wrapped up in the night at the tiki
bar on the beach. Tropical music mingled with the sea's crashes in a
drunken melody. I saw him from across the bar, a lithe cleanly shaved
chest barely covered by a white short sleeve button up, with the top
three buttons left undone. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
I started stirring, pressing against my shorts.

We made eye contact and the world stopped. I tried to smile, but I think
it came out a sheepish grin. He smiled back. The bartender handed him two
drinks: a bottle of beer and a daiquiri. She walked up behind him and my
moment ended. She was a short brunette with a bulging neon green bikini
top and an easy smile. He handed her her drink and they started kissing.
She had her back to me. They stopped and he whispered something in her
ear, holding eye contact with me all the while. He smiled at me, shrugged
his shoulders, and led her away into the crowded dance floor.

Two nights later I was back at the bar, enjoying the music and the energy
of the dancers with the waves in the distance making love to the sand. I
saw them again, making their way onto the bar from the beach. She was
wearing the same bikini top with a striped beach towel wrapped around her
slim waist. He was naked except for a pair of black swim trunks bulging
to the left. They made their way to the bar to my rising heartbeat. I
couldn't take my eyes off them.

He saw me and smiled in recognition. They took two vacant stools beside
me and ordered a Bud Light and a tequila sunrise.

"Hey, I'm Mark, and this is my girlfriend, Rochelle."

"I'm Trevor."

We smiled and shook hands. Talking about ourselves I learned that he was
a trial lawyer from Richmond and that she was an aerobics instructor. I
explained that I was still in school to become a philosophy professor but
that I was taking the summer off to unwind before beginning my thesis on
Schopenhauer's contributions to the spread of Asian mysticism into the
West. They said it was a mouth full and asked if I wanted to go up to
their room for a couple of beers.

Walking beside them along the beach to their hotel, we talked polite
nothings and joked about being tourists. The ocean bathed my feet as we
walked and talked. I was closest to Mark, while Rochelle kept smiling and
trying to keep my attention. She was beautiful, and while I never stopped
liking girls I guess I had given up on getting them, so I was flattered
and scared by her attentions all at the same time. Mark was easy going
and obviously buzzing. We brushed fingers a couple of times, and Mark
held Rochelle tighter.

Their hotel room was as large as my apartment back home. It had a
separate bedroom and even a kitchenette. Mark passed out a couple of
beers and Rochelle turned on the radio and sat beside me with her right
arm thrown over the back of the couch. Mark opened the sliding door and
let in the soothing sound of waves pounding the beach below and took a
seat on the other side of me.

We relaxed and talked about our hometowns, what we did for fun, and other
nothings. I told them about the trouble that I had been having with Roger
before we had broken up and they told me about some of their experiences
being bi in Virginia. I guess it was because we were swapping war
stories, but I felt closer to these two than I felt toward most of the
people I had ever known. There was a camaraderie in the room, one that I
felt I had been missing for quite some time.

There was a fast-paced dance song on the radio and Rochelle asked if I'd
dance with her. I apologized in advance for my lack of rhythm and hit the
floor with gusto. We started grinding, our legs entwined, and I felt her
heat spread over me like the soft waves in the morning. My erection
pressed tightly against her thigh before she turned around and ground her
ass into it. Mark was watching from the couch licking his lips. I felt
his hands brush my hips as he held on and danced with us. His erection
pressed tight against my cheek before he slid it between them. I was
throbbing, rubbing Rochelle while being rubbed in turn. Rochelle reached
behind her and pulled my face nearer for a kiss. Mark started nibbling my
right ear, his breath hot against my neck.

I slid my hands up along Rochelle's sides and squeezed her breasts
tightly. I hadn't been with a woman in years, but I was going with the
flow. A part of me was worried that I wasn't doing it right, but I put
it behind me and got lost in the moment.

Mark pulled off my shirt while Rochelle took off her top and, turning,
wrapped her arms around me. I slid my tongue past her lips and gently
toyed with her nipple. Mark had one hand on my cock, and the other
working on the button of my shorts. They slid off easily. I kicked off my
sandals and ran my tongue down Rochelle's body while I pulled down her
bikini bottoms. Naked, Mark and Rochelle led me to the bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mark and I put condoms on each other and
started necking. Rochelle leaned in between us from behind and gave both
of us butterfly kisses on the cheek. Mark was the first to break away,
kissing the right side of Rochelle's face while I licked and sucked on
her left nipple. She leaned back and the three of us lay down. I reached
across Rochelle and started gently stroking Mark's long cock, while
Rochelle stroked mine in turn. Mark had his hand greedily on Rochelle's
sex and was inserting two fingers. She was starting to moan, grinding
herself into Mark's hand while I played with her breasts.

"I want you inside of me," Rochelle moaned while she pulled my face up
and kissed me. while I mounted Rochelle I felt Mark's hand move from
Rochelle to me and guide me into her. I felt myself pass the lips and
into the smooth caverns beyond. I was met by Rochelle's rising orgasm.
Mark sat up behind me and started nibbling my ear while massaging my
anus. I was torn between my desire to thrust deeper into Rochelle and to
back into him.

Mark mounted me while I was still inside Rochelle. I spread my legs
eagerly, pulling Rochelle's hips up and allowing me to thrust deeper
into her. Her legs were atop my own. The tip of Mark's cock pressed
through my anus and my insides gripped him tightly. Without lubrication
this usually hurt like hell, but I was so sweaty from Rochelle that he
slid in easily.

His thrusts pushed me deeper into Rochelle while my cock swelled inside
her. She moaned eagerly. She was approaching orgasm again. Mark was
thrusting faster; I could feel his cock start to tighten inside of me
rubbing my prostate. Then he started vibrating, shooting cum. His orgasm
reached my prostate and I came like a wildcat inside Rochelle, who
started coming herself.

Our breath was hot against each other while we removed ourselves and lay
on either side of Rochelle. She looked at us dreamily and wrapped her
arms around us. The three of us kissed and lay back into our pillows,
holding and stroking each other gently. I felt more liberated than I had
felt in years and couldn't help lying there with a goofy grin on my
face. God, what a great vacation!