Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2007 16:43:36 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Flip Flop Flap"

			      FLIP FLOP FLAP
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Sin and iniquity!" intoned my Grandmother when I came out of my
bedroom after changing. Grandma was a relic of another era, well into her
nineties, when she was my age, they put on more clothes than they took off
to go swimming! That or the men wore those silly orange-and-white-striped
union suits, with their handlebar mustaches.
     "And those things on your feet." Grandma continued. "Flip flops! What
self-respecting person wears a shoe that only holds on by being stuck
between your toes like that?"
     "Aw, come on, Grandma, they're okay." I said. I'd picked a pair of
green flip-flops, because I had a t-shirt the exact same shade. Pair those
with my lemon-yellow swimtrunks and top it off with my orange-red hair, and
I was ready for a day at the beach. "Everyone on the beach is wearing this
stuff."
     "If everyone went and jumped off a bridge, would you?" Grandma pointed
out with her skewed logic.
     "They do and I did, last year, remember?" I pointed out. I had, with a
cord around my legs, naturally. Grandma humphed her opinion of that.
     "Hey, bungee-jumping!" My dad put in. He had come out of his own
bedroom. His clothes were a longer version of mine, a short-sleeved shirt
and shorts that came down to below his knees. But he had on a pair of
orange flip-flops.
     "More flip-flops!" Grandma zeroed in on those. "Bunch of foolishness,
you ask me."
     "Why don't you go sign up for the bingo games, Mom." Dad said in lieu
of challenging her opinions any more.
     "Gambling?" Grandma was scandalized.
     "They give away the cards to anyone who shows them a hotel key." Dad
pointed out. "And you might win a nice prize. The woman next door won a
twenty-dollar gift certificate just yesterday. Meanwhile, Joe and I will
get out of your hair and pick up a tan and enjoy ourselves on the
beach. We'll be back in time for dinner."
     "Hmph." But Grandma didn't continue and I figured the bingo halls
would have one more player today after all. Grandma was always entering
those drawings at the grocery store and such, after all, she seems to have
figured that if she didn't pay for it directly, it wasn't gambling, and
quite enjoyed winning if she did.
     So I went out to enjoy the day. From the house on the island, it was
the matter of a short walk to any of three beaches. One I knew was loaded
with families with little kids. The other seemed to be popular with a huge
crowd. The third...that one was interesting. I'd seen it and the men there
were all big, buffed, muscular. Hardly any women around. For a guy looking
to work on a tan, and not interested in finding a girl just now (even to
myself, I called it that), it was the best choice of the three.
     I got out there and settled on a towel and began to work on the suntan
lotion. As I did, I looked over to a couple of guys on a nearby towel...and
froze! Those guys were...kissing! More than that, the guy on the far side
from me had stuck his hand down the back of the trunks of the guy nearest
to me, and unless I missed my guess, he was trying to work one finger up
the other guy's ass!
     "Holy Christ, I wandered onto a gay beach!" I said to myself. Well, in
a sort-of low tone of voice. Well, a conversational tone if anyone had been
right beside me....
     "You sure did." came a voice not far away from me on the other side.
     I looked around. Cute guy, very very blond, nicely muscled...and about
five feet tall. I thought all blond guys were tall, but not this one! Like
any true blond, his pale skin was more sun-burned than sun-tanned, a
reddish tint to his skin. But despite that, he only wore a pair of red
swimtrunks similar to mine.
     "I didn't know." I said sheepishly.
     "Now you do know, are you going to leave?" he asked me, tilting his
head on one side. I picked up the unspoken message he didn't want me to
leave.
     "Uh...not right now." I said. "I guess not." I said after another
pause. "I mean, I just came here to pick up a tan if I could, and...I guess
not." I said again.
     He smiled, and it was like the summer sun coming out from a crack in a
cloudy day. "That's good." He said. Uninvited, he sat on the beach towel
beside me and I scooted over because our legs were touching like that. He
looked at me do that, but didn't say anything about it, just said, "I'm
Scott."
     "My name is Joe." I said cautiously in return, and he extended his
hand and I shook it, awkwardly, my arm bent in an irregular angle as we
were side-by-side. When he let go, I watched his hand, wondering if he'd
try to put it in my lap.
     Instead, he gestured around. "Some of these guys are couples, but most
of them are singles, just like you and me." he said. "The cops know we
aren't here to make any trouble, and the locals all know we all congregate
here, and they like the money we pump into their economy year-round, so
they give us this place and stay away. The water here is no good for
swimming, anyway. Full of sandbars and rip-tides and sometimes a dangerous
undertow, don't swim here, honest! Anyone into the beach as the beach goes
to the other two. Which leaves this beach for guys like me...and you."
     "Me?"
     "Men who just want to work on their tan." he explained. "Nobody's
going to take you down and rape you on the spot. If someone approaches you
like I did, just give them a shake of the head and a wave of the hand, you
know," he did a shake-and-wave that said, no thanks, I don't want any, "and
they'll leave you alone. Plenty of other guys here to pick from, after
all."
     "Any way to tell them from the start I'm not available?" I asked.
     "Yes, but you didn't do that this time." He gestured to my
feet. "Single guys on this beach wear the thongs. If you're taken or not
interested, you wear some other sort of footgear."
     "Oh." I said in a small voice. "So that's why you walked up to me."
     "Relax." he said to me. "If you want to show yourself unavailable,
take them off and hide them until you're ready to leave. Bare feet also
means unavailable."
     I looked down at my feet, the green flip-flops, and at his feet, he
had on one blue and one red. "Yours don't match." I said.
     "Another little custom we have here." he said. "Trophies."
     "Trophies?"
     "You have sex with a guy, you take one of his thongs, and give him one
of yours. You get home, you can set them up in your trophy case, and tell
people about the one that didn't get away."
     "Oh." I said, laughing. "I get it now. You already got lucky once
today, then?"
     He waggled his foot with the blue sandal, it was quite a bit bigger
than the other one, which fit him perfectly. "Yeah, that was Gregg. He's a
big mother, like six foot five, built like a football linebacker, and
subtle as a chainsaw at five a.m. He got here this morning and I was first
on the spot and so I got to siphon off his morning load of juices. Gregg's
got a lot of, uh, spunk and energy, but not a lot of tact, he sort of walks
up and grabs you. Which, when you're looking for that, can be a lot of
fun."
     "I guess it can." I said.
     "You still haven't taken off your thongs." Scott pointed out. "Long as
they're on your feet here, you're declaring yourself available."
     "Yeah?" I said and I wiggled my toes. But I didn't take off my
flip-flops. "How about that?" I smiled over at Scott.
     "Yeah, how about that?" Scott said and this time, his hand did come in
for a landing on my leg. I didn't move, and the hand slid up and over my
lemon-yellow swimtrunks, and found the nexus of my groin. And a pole in the
middle of it, like a sundial hand covered with a cloth.
     "I thought you didn't want to be at a gay beach." Scott whispered to
me.
     "I didn't say that." I said. "I just didn't know this was one. Now
that I do...cool."
     And we kissed, slow and gentle. Maybe it was my imagination, knowing
he had already sucked one guy today, but I tasted a bit of saltiness on his
mouth and lips, and on his tongue. These lips, this tongue, had taken a
huge man's cock earlier, sucked on him and drained his morning woody of its
stiffness. Now the same man was after me, I was no titan but knowing that
and seeing how Scott was several sizes smaller than me, made me feel big,
too.
     God, Dad had booked us onto an island with a gay beach! My vacation
was totally set! And here I thought I'd be stuck holding yarn while Granny
wound it up for knitting! I was going to cut a swath through the studs on
this beach so big that you could drive a truck through the hole I'd leave
behind!
     Starting with Scott! He let out a chuckle as I lowered him back onto
the sand. His hand caught my crotch again, but this time he worked his hand
up until he could get at my waistband. The strings that tied it were
exposed, he yanked them loose and then he was squirming around, presenting
himself while he was diving for mine!
     I caught his red swimtrunks in both hands and I nearly growled as I
pulled them off of him. Skinned them up his legs like I was peeling a
banana, while he jerked and tugged at my own, worming them down my buttocks
and onto my legs. He thrust his head into the gap they left after a time
and managed to shove them down to my knees by raw force, and with his head
cradled in the nest that created, he fed himself my cock.
     I groaned as his lips engulfed my prong and then I bent myself up and
over into a hunchback position so I could catch Scott's prick. He was a
smaller size in most ways, but a solid seven inches of blond-hair-nested
rod stood waiting for my attention. The taste of it was that of a dozen
summer days, of a dozen or more hungry men. I was gay and knew it, but my
own actions until this had been a few good friends, never more than one at
a time, engaging in furtive encounters. This beach was like my sexual
smorgasbord, ready for me to pick and choose. I could take a blond today,
and tomorrow I'd get a black-haired, tawny-skinned stud, the day after,
maybe a pure black rod would suit my fancy, or maybe back to the luscious
vanilla of a brown-haired Caucasian. All of them, I wanted all of them!
     All that intensity drove my mouth up and down on Scott's prod, and he
was gulping mine down and pausing to groan as I worked him hard. "Mmph,
uhh, mmph, uhh-huh-uh, mph!" And those mphs were his moans muffled by my
dong being stuffed down so deep I wasn't sure I could pull it back out
again!
     God, those hands were spreading my butt cheeks. A finger was touching
my anus, begging it to open up, the raw sensations of that were fluttering
about my brain, and I gasped when the big fingertip dove into my sphincter,
forcing it open. That's when I realized.
     Scott and I were no longer alone!
     I mumbled and muffed my own cock-stifled gasps and got loose and
looked up. My God, this guy was a monster! Wide as a refrigerator,
shoulders like bowling balls, arms like pile-drivers, and a face that said,
clearly as words, "You are mine!" in a way that made you quiver and nod in
helpless agreement.
     "Gregg?" I said, guessing at his identity.
     "Yeah." the big stud said. "Saw you and wanted you. Nobody's using
this butthole, so thought I'd take it."
     Scott had warned me that Gregg just sort of grabbed you. I had Gregg's
finger up my tuckerhole already, it was squirming itself in deeper and
deeper. Gregg's finger was more substantial than some men's dongs! I
grunted, moaned, and shoved Scott's rod back into my mouth. I was going to
want all the stimulation I could get to survive this one!
     But Gregg's next insertion was a lubrication-coated finger replacing
the spit-lubed one he had shoved in first. I groaned and thrust myself back
at that finger as he greased up my shit-chute, and was grunting like a pig
by the time he had me coated to his satisfaction.
     "Okay, this hole's ready for plugging." Gregg said. "Help me get it in
him, Scott."
     Scott's hand did the honors, steering the huge ship into dock with
easy efficiency. I wondered if he and Gregg were a sort of team, that Gregg
sent Scott in to smooth the way, get the guy hot and horny, and then Gregg
slip in like a bulldozer hitting a condemned building, head-on and
head-strong!
     I felt that dong piercing me and I moaned, not just in passion but in
genuine panic, like a scream squelched by the man-rod in my mouth! God,
this pud was thicker than God! And I was being stretched to the point of
breaking taking it into me. Wider, wider, wider! God, I couldn't do this, I
can't do this!
     And Scott picked that precise moment, that instant of my distress, to
blast his wad! I mean, I was about to turn loose and yell when he started
squirting his juices up into my mouth, and my attempt to pull away only
caused him to grab hold and keep me in place! He thrust his hips up at me
and thrashed and jabbed that spurting pole at me, and then let go, his load
emptied, my throat ravaged and raw and filled with his come! I swallowed
hard, got most of it, and then sputtered the rest around his deflating
organ! "Jesus, man, I can't do this, I...guh!"
     Scott had returned to nursing my pud and now I had a cock in my ass
deep enough to hammer my prostate, and a mouth on my cock working my glans,
I was getting pleasure from both sides and my young hormones burst like so
many fireworks in glee at the intensity.
     Gregg was moving his hips now, driving that steel rod of his in and
out of my buns, I had taken all of him, he was huge, but my body had taken
all of him, God, I had all of this huge man's huge pud inside my ass, I
wanted it, all of it, I wanted more, more!
     Gregg pumped me roughly, now, but I only moaned and mumbled that this
was good, yeah, more, give me more, come on, fuck my butt, you damned stud,
fuck my butt harder, come on, is that all you got, fuck me harder!
     "G'Nar!" growled Gregg (it sounded like that, anyway) and he grabbed
my waist and rolled the both of us over, my cock popped out of Scott's
mouth like a cork from a wine bottle, and I ended up on top of Gregg. Scott
stood up, smiling at me impaled and on top of Gregg, and he said, "Enjoying
your vacation, Joe?"
     I had to laugh at that, an exhausted, feeble noise, but a
laugh. "Yeah, come on, suck me off, now you got your buddy's dong up my
butt, you can finish sucking me off at least!"
     "He's onto us." Scott said to Gregg, but I learned later that Scott
was just joking, this wasn't a setup however much it looked like one. Gregg
and Scott always chased the newest guys at the beach, is all, of course
they often ended up sharing like this one way or another.
     But I got up and was able to ride Gregg's prong, and Scott leaned in
and I was on all fours on my back, what I called "the spider" as a kid,
only I wasn't ambulating, I was bouncing my body up and down, driving my
cock into Scott's mouth and my butt onto Gregg's dick, and the hot day
wasn't the only reason I was sweating!
     I howled when I came, ejaculating hard upwards into Scott's
mouth. Scott held on tight and drained me like I was a milkshake, his eyes
closed and his mouth working in blissful harmony, serene as a nursing
infant.
     Gregg didn't like me stopping my bouncing while I creamed into Scott,
and I was no more than done when he rolled us over again, this put us off
the towel and onto the sand, but I was ground down into it while Gregg
rammed his rod into my butt and I was a piece of meat for him to fuck, and
I lay there and was his meat, tenderize my butt, you big bastard, come on,
pound my ass but good, damn you!
     And Gregg roared like a lion when he came, and he did his best to
flatten me into the sand with his hammering thrusts of his hips, and then
he rested on me heavy as a lead statue, and as big as one, and then he
rolled off and without a word of thanks or acknowledgment, the big man
walked off.
     I got up and looked for my swimtrunks, got them back on, and then for
my flip-flops. No greens ones at all available. One of them now adorned
Scott's other foot.
     "Hey!" I said, then remembered. "Oh, yeah. The trophies."
     "You got it." Scott said. "I got Gregg to leave you his right foot
thong, that'll let you take my left-foot thong and have a pair to get home
with."
     "Oh...thanks." I said. I was sweaty and exhausted and more than ready
for a long cold drink and something to eat! "I'd better get moving."
     Getting home was a real trial. It was over a mile, not so much when
you're relaxing on a holiday...but you try that on hot concrete with one
red sandal about three sizes too small and one blue sandal about three
sizes too big! Neither one stays on your foot right. My poor sizzled
tootsies were well done by the time I finally got home and indoors.
     And Grandma was there and waiting for me. "Where did you go?" she
asked me. "I came looking for you and you weren't at either of the
beaches. Where did you go?" And she looked at my feet, at the mismatched
flip-flops, and someone must have told her the secret.
     "You were at that beach!" she shrieked at me. I won't repeat the rest
of it, suffice it to say I was condemned to hellfire, written out of her
will, disowned as part of her family, and going to be in more trouble as
soon as my Dad got home!
     I was mortified, as you can imagine. It's one thing to set out on a
sexual odyssey at a gay smorgasbord of horny studs...and quite another
thing to do it with your Grandma watching! I hunkered down like a whipped
puppy and figured out what I could say to Dad when he got home.
     He came in about an hour later. "Hey, everyone, you guys ready to go
eat?"
     "William, it's about time you got home, you have to hear what your son
was doing...." And Grandma trailed off.
     Puzzled, I looked at her. She wasn't looking up at my Dad's face. She
was looking....
     I looked myself in that direction, down at Dad's feet. The ones that
had worn a pair of matching orange flip-flops out the door that morning
     Now with one black and one yellow flip-flop of different sizes on his
feet.
     Uh-oh!

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