Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2013 07:23:33 +1000
From: Donald McNeill <donaldamcneill@gmail.com>
Subject: Bi studs in paradise

Amongst the many overweight tourists in boardies and bikinis he stood out
like the proverbial dogs balls.

Jason had been standing knee deep in the warm Indian Ocean wearing his
favourite light blue trunk style swimsuit. They were his favourite because
he liked the colour and because they gave his package the ample room they
needed and ? just quietly ? because it made him look and feel fucking sexy.
The fact that they became almost see-through when wet just added to the
firmness of his cock too.

He was taking photos of the local fisherman at work about 30 metres in
front of him. He looked around his camera to make sure he didn?t miss the
next time one of the fisherman cast his line. And it was then that he
caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye which made him
look twice.

There walking towards him was the image of many of his fantasies. A pair of
beefy hairy legs - perhaps just a little too short to be perfectly
proportionate but exactly the way he liked them ? were approaching him from
his left.  They weren?t particularly well defined but nevertheless had that
outward curve on the quads that he just loved and his calves were chunky
enough to be visible from the front.

They descended from a red singlet that hung loosely from a nicely rounded
set of traps and delts and over two slabs of pec. Jason drew a sharp breath
as his eyes continued their journey downwards for it appeared that the stud
walking towards him had little more on than a pair of loose nylon swimmers
on under the singlet. The type surf boat rowers wear, the ones that are
naturally very loose around the waist as it is only a drawstring that holds
them up. This guy hadn?t bothered tying them so they sat low enough to show
the top of the pubic hair that terminated the line of fur that run down his
stomach. The freedom he had given his cock and balls was showing its
pleasure in what looked like a sizeable package. But Jason at that point
remembered where he was and what he had become distracted by and quickly
but casually (he hoped it appeared casual at any rate) returned to the
technique of the fisherman.

?Gidday? said the red singlet. ?was just thinking that would be a good
picture?.

Jason, caught by the double meaning this had in his mind, find himself
tripping over his words. ?ah yeah, hmm they look good against the blue sky
and water?you a photographer then..??

?Hell no, well I take a few but nah, not a professional or anything?

The two stood in the water chatting about the holiday destination they had
both chosen ? the west coast of Lombok ? one of the hundreds of Indonesian
islands that separate the Indian and Pacific Oceans.

Both agreed they had found a slice of heaven although Jason wondered if the
meaning he applied to that had as many dimensions as Mike?s was. Ah yes and
that was red singlet?s name. Mike.

Whenever Mike looked out across the blue water to the islands in the
distance Jason indulged in sweeping glances across the beefy stud. As he
had suspected it was a sizeable ass that sat on top of those beefy legs and
if he wasn?t mistaken Mike?s bathers left a good proportion of it uncovered
but he didn?t like to linger there too long for fear of being caught out.

Besides (and much more safely) there was magic to be found above the
shoulders too. Mike would have to have been in his early 40?s Jason decided
although his full beard may well have been making him look older than he
really was. A thick but tidily kept head of dark wavy hair formed the top
of the frame that only highlighted a pair of deep blue eyes. Jason hoped
the eye contact he made with Mike signaled confidence and inner peace and
not the lust that was beginning to make itself known in his own speedos.

Now Jason was no slouch on the physical side either. At 200lbs and 5?10 he
had good proportion and his time in the gym, the pool and the squash court
kept him defined without looking like he was obsessed with his body. His
light blue swim trunks only accentuated the V of his back and gave his
tight muscley ass good profile.

As dark as Mike was Jason was blonde and his legs and chest were covered in
a respectable covering of hair that complemented the roughness a few days
without shaving had now created.

None of this, by the way, had gone unnoticed by Mike who had spotted Jason
from some distance and had chuckled to himself at the common interest in
photography ? what a convenient basis for a chat he had thought to himself.

Mike knew only too well the effect he had on men and women and had learnt
to enjoy it, use it even, without making himself appear too cock-sure. ?So,
where?re you staying? he asked. Mike?s relaxed confidence suggested to
Jason that this was nothing more than polite conversation. Had it come from
himself however, Jason was quite sure it would have revealed exactly the
cause of the stirring in his own trunks.

Ah, shit what?s the name ? the Garden Villas I think laughed Jason half of
his apparent forgetfulness was just that the other half was still a
slightly addled mind. I think you?re near my place said Mike. Well I might
just see you around ? I need to get back for a phone call to the
office. Nice to meet you Jason! And with that he was off, walking back the
way he had come. Jason just stood there in a haze of giddiness,
disappointment, lust and hope as he watched the swarthy daddy type
disappearing into the distance.

Hmm, now what thought Jason. How am I going to relax and enjoy the rest of
my holiday with that guy just out of reach. Fuckn hell this ain?t fair. And
putting the lense cap that had become sweaty in his hand back on, he
chuckled at the irony of it and headed back towards his villa.

Jason wasn?t in the habit of going on holiday alone but his girlfriend had
recently been summoned to her employer?s head office in Houston at exactly
the time of their planned holiday. See, Sarah was a career girl and having
been recently promoted and being called to a series of meetings with the
organisation?s leadership team was a request she was neither willing nor
able to refuse. So Jason was there by himself. A mixed blessing: it gave
him precious time to be alone and away from the people who crowded his life
as a factory supervisor and football coach; but being alone like this was
sometimes lonely.

Mike too was there alone but he was working. A self made property magnate,
he was there investigating a number of potential investment
opportunities. He was alone as Rose, his wife, rarely travelled with him on
his business trips. Despite the rather exotic destination, this was no
exception. He was used to short trips away from home and was more
comfortable than Jason at simply being alone.

So armed with a novel he had picked up at the airport as he left for his
batchelor?s holiday, Jason headed out to find a place to eat: somewhere
that would satisfy his not so adventurous tastes but was not blandly
western either.

Mike had been there a couple of days before Jason and had already had a
chance to try out a couple of places on the main strip. With an appetite
for the fresh king prawns he had the first night he returned to SawaDee
only to find the blonde stud he had met earlier on the beach perusing the
menu on a stand on the uneven footpath.

He let his eyes feast on the curve of the man?s back which highlighted his
thick upper back, slim waist and high sitting beefy ass which was now
filling out very nicely the white shorts that hung wide and to just below
his knees. A light blue sleeveless top only accentuated his rounded
shoulders and impressive arms.

?Well fuck me? he almost prayed to himself and slowed a little to let his
eyes feast on the profile ahead of him. Now it was his turn to feel a
little thrown: to carry on the conversation or to turn and find somewhere
else. ?Damn it, he?s there by himself but where?s his girl? They?re
probably on a romantic holiday and they might feel obliged to invite me to
join them and that would be awkward.? But before he had time to decide,
Jason had looked up to see him.

?G?day Mike? he said and flashed a broad but slightly nervous smile at the
appearance of the daddy god from the beach. In a flash he?d taken in Mike?s
loose white linen shirt with enough buttons undone to be just a little more
brazen than proper and white shorts that only accentuated his tanned hairy
chunky calves below and the blue eyes and thick dark hair above.  ?Hey
Jason, how you doing??  ?Yeah, good ? just looking for somewhere to eat ?
me and my book that is?.  ?What, so you?re by yourself??  ?Oh, yeah, the
missus had to go to Houston at the last minute?  ?Aw too bad mate. This is
a good place to eat and since I?m here by myself too, why don?t we share a
table??  ?Hey, cool!? His response was a little more enthusiastic and his
voice just a little higher than he would have liked. Thankfully Mike took
over and, while Jason calmed his mind, he organised a table overlooking the
beach.  ?So you?re here by yourself too then?? Jason was pretty keen to
sort this little detail out ? it could have a significant bearing on the
rest of the evening.  ?Yeah, the wife doesn?t usually travel with me on
business ? I suggested she come with me this time but she turned the offer
down. Pity? but then again maybe I wouldn?t have met you if she had been
here?. Jason could have sworn Mike?s blue eyes added another element to the
communication but he couldn?t be sure.

Oh, you?re good, very good thought Jason to himself. ?And I?m sitting here
like a possum in the headlights of a ford mustang. ?Well now, I guess we
wouldn?t.?

They ordered vodkas ? more punchy and less calorific than beers ? and
knocked back two in reasonably quick succession while they chatted about
their respective lives back home: their partners, their work, and holidays
they?d had.

All the while though Jason stole prodding stares into Mike?s intense blue
eyes when he thought he wasn?t looking, returned similar looks from Mike
but not long enough to suggest anything other than genuine interest in the
conversation. Well that was the impression he thought he was giving.

Mike on the other hand knew the mild blush and stolen glances of someone
who found him attractive and, while he found himself trying to not make it
obvious, had decided that he had a particular desire for the destination of
this little journey. If there was any doubt in his mind the sustained
pressure his hardening cock was creating against his shorts was making it
very clear what his body wanted.

With time, the soft warm evening winds and the fortification of a third
vodka, they were both feeling more in control of their nerves and more
relaxed with each other. Relaxed? Well if truth be told, while plenty of
their talk focused on Sarah and Rose, the rapport between them was getting
hot and heady.

It was some time before they turned their attention to the menus. ?You
gotta have the prawns? said Mike. ?If you like prawns at all you?ll bloody
cream yourself over these ? they?re the sex of seafood I reckon.?

?Well sex is something I don?t usually turn down so count me in!?

?We?ll both have the prawns? said Mike to the waiter ?Or should that be
we?ll both have sex?? added Jason laughing after the waiter had
disappeared.

Mike captured Jason with a knowing gaze and almost growled as the
conversation took a turn both knew was going in only one direction. ?That
comes later?.

Jason smiled, took a swig of his drink and looked out across the
beach. Bingo.

Both men hesitated for a moment at what was squarely before them. Jason?
heart rate increased in pace and intensity while Mike?s cock applied a
sudden and insistent increase in the pressure to his shorts.

Jason? head was a whirl. You see while he knew exactly the sort of men that
turned his head, he?d never actually got it on with another man. Oh sure
he?d let his mind fill with images of hot men when Sarah had been the
active one in their own sheet twisting, headboard banging fucks; and when
she had to travel for work he?d gone to bed early and fired volleys of cum
fantasizing about studs at the football club but that?s all they?d ever
been ? fantasies. Now without doubt he was facing the prospect of turning
fantasy into reality for the first time. His grip on his vodka glass became
slippery and shaky as his lust wrestled with the secret he?d carried with
him all his life. But tonight he wanted it enough to slam the door on his
secrecy.

Mike found himself becoming a little light headed with lust as the
conversation unfolded. He was rarely short of attention from women and was
masculine, built and just a little flirty enough to draw the man-lust out
of the most discrete men in the building industry. Some of that man-lust
had turned to steamy rough and tumbles in various cities around the
country.

But Jason was something else. There was a natural and powerful athletic
rawness that attracted him from the moment he saw him on the beach ?
probably something to do with that big beefy ass, huge guns and his almost
shaggy blonde hair. Or maybe it was the bulge up front that, in completing
the picture, almost stopped him in his tracks. Whatever it was the man?s
magnetism was too strong for him to ignore. Now as they sat opposite he
realized their evening was tumbling towards nakedness.

Their understanding was unspoken but they?d not eaten properly and ordered
more food and more vodka ? enough to be fulfilled but no more by
both. Their conversation turned to sport and the virtues of their
respective cities as places to live ? each scoring points against the
other?s for good or just plain stupid reasons.

?Let?s get the fuck out of here, it?s a great night for a walk? said Mike
eventually, finishing his drink and tossing his paper napkin onto the table
strewn with the remnants of their dinner.

They headed down a lane that lead from the main road to the beach and found
themselves between two of the many fishing outriggers that spread out along
the beach. The half moon and clear sky made it easy to see that they were
pretty much the only people on the beach at the late hour.

?I love a beach on a still night, said Mike, there?s something peaceful yet
seductive about it.

Jason remembered the time he and his team mates skinny dipped one night on
a weekend trip away. ?Yeah, it?s pretty special in?t ? my footy mates and I
stripped off one night and had a swim after a bit of touch football on the
beach. It was just what we needed after a few beers and running around.?

Hell yeah nothing like a cool skinny dip after a bit of sport said Mike as
he took half a step back to give him space to rugby tackle Jason into the
soft sand.

Fuck you, sneaky bastard laughed Jason and bucking himself free turned
around to pin his tackler to the ground. If Mike looked strong standing, he
certainly proved it on the ground and had reversed the hold in a flash,
pinning a laughing panting Jason to the ground with his arms firmly at
right angles to his body and Mike straddling his lower back.

Yeah yeah ok big guy ? you?ve made your point.

Mike was rather enjoying the situation they were in but leaned forward to
half whisper in Jason?s ear.

?Ya reckon, I?m not sure I have yet? With that he slid down Jason?s body
and used his flattened body weight to push the blonde footballer into the
sand. Jason for the first time outside of a football game felt the
sensuality of a man?s body against his own. He felt Mike?s hot breath
against his neck and his huge pecs against his back. And as they lay there
laughing and breathing hard Jason was quite sure that against his rock hard
ass he felt a hardening cock.

?Mate, I think you?re enjoying this for more than just the sport?

?Yeah well mate, let?s just say sport with some men is just more enjoyable?

Mike got up on his hands and knees which gave Jason the space to roll over
onto his back. Now their faces and chests were only inches apart. ?In fact?
continued Jason, ?sport of any kind with you would be pretty fuckn hot?.

Thanks mate, been thinking kinda the same about you all night.

Silence fell between them as each toyed with the tension between what they
wanted and what was appropriate between two straight-living men. Mike chose
a little more abstinence. ?Let?s swim? he said as he stood taking off his
shirt. Jason just sat and watched as almost theatrically the white shirt
was lifted to reveal more of the torso that had captured his attention
earlier in the day. Hard abs ? not so much a six pack but pretty lean and
with a reasonably thick coating of hair that also covered what seemed like
cliff faces of pec from where Jason was sitting. In a flash Mike had
stripped out of his shorts and stood in just a pair of tiny briefs waiting
for Jason to follow suit. Come on then he said and waited and watched as
Jason scrambled to his feet shedding his shirt and shorts as he did. They
both stood facing each other, admiring each other, being aroused by each
othersnakedness. Both lingering at the seduction that was two muscled hairy
men in nothing but their underwear.

Skinny dipping you said?

Yeah of course

And with that Mike peeled off his briefs and ran into the water closely and
hotly pursued by his new buddy.

Jason saw and took the opportunity to repay Mike for the earlier tackle. He
leapt through the water taking Mike down with a classic shoulder to thigh
tackle. The two of them falling below the surface, Jason?s arms around
Mike?s thighs, his fingers just grazing a now hard cock.

Fuck this, said Mike, I need to get you home you fuck?n stud.

They decided on Jason? place as it was closer and a standalone villa which
was more discrete than Mike?s hotel room. Mike let Jason walk ahead on the
narrow sections of the footpath simply to have the perfect opportunity to
feast his eyes on the muscled butt and shoulders ahead of him. ?Fuck mate,
you?re one hot stud aren?t ya? he whispered hoarsely into Jason ear.

?Yeah mate, I fuck?n am but no less a stud than you mate?  ?We got much
further to go? I?m itching to get you naked?. And they turned into the
street and through the back gate which led straight to the door of Jason?
villa ? the last in a row of ten.

Mike could contain his hands no longer and grabbed the hard beefy mounds of
Jason? ass as they walked through the door. The door closed behind them and
finally they were alone.