Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 01:58:51 GMT
From: Speedo Lover <speedo_lover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Title: Fort Lauderdale Fun - Part 1

(The usual warnings... for adults only... graphic sex... yadda yadda.  This
story is completely TRUE!  If I get good feedback, I'll write additional
fictional installments that will be about people at the hotel that I didn't
hook up with.  My e-mail is speedo_lover@hotmail.com.  Comments are
appreciated; flames will be ignored.)

Fort Lauderdale Fun
An original story by Speedo Lover


	Ahh... vacation time and nobody to spend it with.  I had just broken up
over the winter with a guy who was married but going through a divorce.  We
didn't have what I would call a relationship.  It was more like we were fuck
buddies who traveled together occasionally.  Last spring, we went to Key
West and had a fantastic time.  Since I was on my own this vacation, I
didn't want to go down to Key West.  It wasn't that I'm hurt about not being
with Dan (that was his name).  It's just that trying to relive good times or
special vacation spots usually ends up in disappointment.

	Key West was special because it was the first time that I actually stayed
at a gay resort with a lover.  I'm very much in the closet so I can only do
"gay things" out of town.  (Please don't lecture me about being firmly
entrenched in the closet... "you gotta do what you gotta do!")

	Anyway, this spring I decided to head back to Florida but I chose Fort
Lauderdale instead.  On the net, I discovered that Ft. Lauderdale had a
pretty substantial gay community and that gay resorts were springing up
everywhere along the beach in what used to be sleazy, run-down
neighborhoods.  I did my research on the net to find out where to stay and
settled on a place that was two blocks from the beach and exclusively for
gay males with a "clothing optional" pool area.

	I arrived about 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning and the hotel was very nice.
But it didn't seem like there were any other guests at the hotel.  It seemed
deserted.  Little did I know that the boys had partied until 4 a.m. the
night before so they were still trying to sleep off their hangovers.

	I wasn't really interested in heading up to the beach just yet, so I got
settled in my room and slipped on my favorite pair of Speedos.  Yes, guys
who wear Speedos are almost always pegged as being gay and you wouldn't
expect a straight-acting and looking guy like me to strut around in a suit
that barely covers anything.  But I was a competitive swimmer in high
school, and trust me, once you wear Speedos in the water, there's no way you
could ever put on a pair of those baggy boxer-style trunks that go down to
your knees.  Besides, wearing something so tight and revealing is a bit of a
turn-on for me.

	Before I go any further, let me describe myself.  I'm 31 years old, 5"11",
155 pounds, short brown hair and blue eyes.  I have a hairy chest and a
classic swimmer's build, which suits me just fine.  I've been told that I'm
"attractive"... whatever that means... but since that is a very subjective
term, let's just say that I'm a slightly above-average-looking "boy next
door" type.

	On with the story.  The particular pair of Speedos that I chose that
morning were my favorites: white ones with very high-cut legs (about 1" at
the waist)  Needless to say, they become almost see-through when they're wet
even though they're lined.  I don't tan very well since I'm half Irish but I
did spend about a month at a tanning booth before going down to Florida so I
had a base tan.

	As soon as I went out to the pool area and sat down, the Manager came out
and started flirting with me.  Fair is fair, since I had flirted with him a
bit when I had checked in.  He was in his early 40's but I figured that he
had his choice of men who stayed at this hotel.  So, I flirted but nothing
more than that.

	After floating in the pool for about an hour or so, I was about to get out
and find some lunch.  But then, two hot guys came out to the pool and
started looking at me and whispering to each other.  I didn't think that
they were talking about me.  I just figured that they were deciding on how
much of their clothing they were going to remove since I was covered
(barely!) and another guy who wasn't very attractive had a black square-cut
suit on.

	The two studs looked to be in their late 30's and it looked like they had
just come back from somewhere that required clothes because they both had on
shorts and t-shirts.  I was hoping that they were going to at least take
something off!  They were both tanned, and I could tell even through their
loose fitting clothes that they were in good shape.

	Even though I can be an exhibitionist, I was a bit shy about getting off my
raft and getting out of the pool since I knew that my Speedos were
see-through.  I was lying on my stomach so I'm sure they could easily make
out the line of brown hair that went from my lower back down into my butt
crack.

	I waited a bit and pretended not to be eyeing them when the shorter one got
up out of his chair and took his shirt off.  He had really nice pecs that
were covered in brown hair that was trimmed.  I expected him to get in the
pool with his shorts on, but all of a sudden, he looked right at me, smiled,
and dropped his shorts.  Since he wasn't wearing underwear, let's just say
that he revealed all of his mysteries all at one.  He had a nice cock (about
2.5 inches flaccid)... not huge but I've never been a "size queen".  He also
had an all-over tan... something that I don't always like (I prefer Speedo
tan lines) but I always like to wonder if people with all-over tans get them
outdoors or in a tanning booth.  For fantasy purposes, I decided that this
stud got his tan the natural way!

	He did a perfect dive into the pool and surfaced not very far from me.  I
was a little surprised and half-expected him to either say something to me
or just take me right then and there!  No such luck.  He simply grabbed a
raft that was floating near me and hoisted himself up on it.  He definitely
was bold in lying on his back rather than his stomach.  I got a better view
of his package which surprisingly stayed flaccid.  I noticed that his balls
were as smooth as a baby's butt and he trimmed his pubic hair.

	I looked over at his friend to see if he noticed me checking out his lover,
but his friend was busy reading the newspaper.  After a few minutes, he got
up and took off his shirt.  He wasn't as buff as the guy in the pool and
didn't have as nice of a tan.  I assumed he had some northern European blood
in him like I do which prevents us from getting really tanned.  He had very
little body hair (what a shame!) and lots of freckles.  He unbuttoned his
shorts and for a minute I thought he was going to strip naked also.  He had
loose boxers on under his shorts and rather than taking them off, he jumped
into the pool with them on.  I was disappointed.  After all, what better
things are there to do on vacation than ogle the hot guys!

	Boxer-man (as I thought of him, since at this point, I didn't know their
names) also got on a raft and they pretty much ignored me for a while.
Then, Naked-man (as I called the other one with the hairy chest) said
something quietly to Boxer-man and quickly got out of the pool.  He wrapped
a towel around his waist and headed up the stairs to the second level of the
hotel.  I assumed that their room was on the upper floor but instead of
going into one of the rooms, he just leaned up against the railing in a
position that was almost directly above me.

	I thought his actions were a bit strange, but I didn't really get any vibes
from them that they were interested in me, so I just thought to myself the
classic response of our generation: "Whatever!"  I floated around in the
pool for about 15 more minutes and then my hunger got the best of me.  At
this point, I really didn't care if these two guys were going to be staring
at my package trapped in see-through Speedos when I got out of the water.
So, I flipped off the raft, slicked my hair back underwater and headed
toward the ladder.

	As I was climbing out of the pool, I discretely looked up at Naked-man.  I
was curious to see if he was going to check me out.  Sure enough, he was
practically staring a hole through me... or should I say my Speedos... as I
got out of the water.  I thought to myself "What the hell... let's have a
little fun," so I adjusted my cock and balls in my Speedos as I exited the
water.  After that, I ran my fingers through the back seams of my suit to
pull it slightly off of my ass.  At that point, I couldn't see with either
one of the studs in my peripheral vision so I don't know if they were
looking or not.

	I went back to my room and got dressed so that I could find a place to eat.
  I noticed as I was putting clothes on that Naked-man rejoined Boxer-man in
the pool and they talked while looking in the direction of my room.  As I
was leaving the hotel's grounds, Naked-man called out to me "Heading out to
grab something to eat?"

	I was a bit startled, but replied "Yeah...I need to keep my strength up."
Don't ask me where that comment came from!  I usually don't come up with
something like that on the spur of the moment, but it was kind of funny.

	Naked-man replied, "Oh... OK... we'll see you when you get back."

	"Sure," I said, and I flashed both of them my best smile.

	After an uneventful lunch up by the beach, I headed back to my room, put on
my white Speedos and headed out to the pool.  Much to my disappointment, the
pool was deserted and Naked-man and Boxer-man were nowhere to be found.  I
was a bit bummed but then again, we had only briefly flirted with each
other.  Also, it seemed like they were a couple, so I figured they probably
were just scoping me out and had no intention of pursuing me.  (Luckily, I
was wrong!)

	Since the pool was boring, I decided to check out the hot tub which was in
the back section of the hotel.  This area was also clothing-optional, and
putting all modesty aside, I slipped off my Speedos and got into the hot
tub.  Unfortunately, there were two things wrong with this picture: the
water was really hot and I couldn't find the control to start the jets of
the tub.  So, I looked around and finally spotted the timer controls.  I got
out of the tub and headed over to the control box.  Just as I was about to
turn the tub on, someone said from behind me, "That's pretty hot."

	Wondering who was talking to me and what exactly that comment meant, I
turned around to see Naked-man standing there in a pair of square-cut trunks
that were extremely tight.

	"The water in the hot tub," he said, as he noticed that I had a questioning
look on my face.

	"You're right.  But my back is a little sore from a really uncomfortable
plane seat, so I think I'll bear the heat for a little while so that I can
let the jets loosen up my back," I replied.  Just then, I remembered that I
was naked and in spite of my shyness, I just stood there waiting for him to
keep the conversation going.

	After a slight pause, he said, "Well, if you're in need of a massage, I can
help you out there."

	"Thanks, but that's OK," I said, not knowing where those stupid words came
from.

	"It's no trouble... my room is right here," he said without giving any
weight to my rejection.

	"Well, if you insist... but let me go dry off.  I don't want to get your
couch or bed all wet," I said.

	"OK.  This is our room so just come on over when you're ready," he said as
he opened the door to his room and went in.

	On the way back to my room, I was letting my mind run in a thousand
different directions.  Thoughts like "What the hell am I doing?" conflicted
with other thoughts like "I'm gonna score with someone I don't even know!"
I finally put all of those thoughts out of my mind and decided to just see
how things went.  If he tried something that I wasn't comfortable with, I
would just leave.

	Then I thought that I might have gotten completely the wrong idea.  He
might have just been being nice and maybe all he had in mind was just a
massage.  I agreed with myself (LOL!) that I was being pretty presumptuous.
I got back to my room, put on some running shorts (you know, the kind that
are very brief and feel really light on your body), and head back to
Naked-man's room.

	I knocked and was greeted by both Naked-man and Boxer-man, so I was right
about them being a couple.

	"Come on in," Naked-man said.  "I was just telling John that I had invited
you over for a massage.  I'm Jonathon, by the way."

	"Hi, I'm Steve," I stammered.  "John and Jonathon...  that's pretty funny."

	"Yeah, we have trouble all the time when someone asks for John over the
phone," John (aka Boxer-man) said.  "But all of our friends know how we
refer to each other, so it's not a problem.  It can be a bit difficult
though because we're always together."  John leaned over and gave Jonathon a
passionate kiss.

	"Anyway... have a seat and tell us a little bit about yourself, Steve,"
Jonathon said as he sat on the couch.

	"Well, I'm down here on vacation from (city name withheld, sorry guys!).
As you can tell, we don't get a lot of sun up there and I like to get down
to Florida in the spring before it gets really hot," I said.

	"It does get hot in the summer even in Key West where we live," John said.

	"Oh, Key West is an awesome place.  I was down there last spring with...,"
I hesitated.  "....a friend."

	"Sounds like he was you're boyfriend and you're not very happy that you're
not with him anymore," Jonathon said.

	"That's not exactly true," I replied and then told them the short story of
me and Dan.

	When I had finished with my tale, Jonathon looked at John and said, "Well,
I think we have a patient that needs a massage."

	"You're both going to massage me?  I've never had two people massage me
before," I said.

	"Well, Mr. Massage Virgin, you don't know what you're missing!" John said
with a gleam in his eye.

	They led my back to the bedroom which had large closet doors made out of
mirrored glass.  I thought to myself that this would be a fun room to have
sex in... even better than mirrors on the ceiling.

	Not saying a word, Jonathon came up to me and quickly removed my shorts.
"Lay down in the middle of the bed and relax while I get some lotion."

	Needless to say, the massage didn't last long especially when Jonathon
started rubbing my ass with lotion while lightly stroking my asshole.  Not
to be outdone, John had his hands underneath my body and he started to lube
my cock with the lotion.  Of course, it didn't take long for me to get a
raging hard-on.

	Jonathon said seductively, "So, does it feel good?"

	Rather than replying with words, I lifted myself up a bit off the bed and
gave him a sensuous kiss.  Our lips met tentatively at first, but soon he
opened his mouth and let my tongue do some exploring.  He was a great
kisser, and as soon as my tongue would retreat back into its lair, his
tongue would slither into my mouth.  He liked the fact that I have a
somewhat large tongue because it could reach pretty far into his mouth.
Before coming up for air, he allowed my tongue to roam back into his mouth
and then he did a strange and erotic thing that I had never experienced
before.  He began to suck really hard on my tongue in an attempt to draw it
deeper into his mouth.  It was a little rough at first, but after I got used
to it, I was hooked.  Unfortunately, I had to breathe, as did Jonathon, so
we reluctantly broke our kiss.

	I had almost forgotten about John, but when I looked over at him at the
foot of the bed, he had a big smile on his face.  He said, "This is really
hot.  Here's a cute guy playing tongue-hockey with my lover and I can't get
enough of it.  And by the way, Steve, you have one of the best asses I have
ever seen.  It's nicely covered in light hair and your Speedo tan line is a
major turn-on.  Your lily white buns seem to rise up from your tanned legs.
WOW!"

	With that, I stopped playing with Jonathon's chest hair and decided to
explore the depths of John's mouth.  I also wanted to see if he was as good
of a kisser as Jonathon.  As we exchanged saliva and discovered the intimate
details of each other's mouths, I decided that Jonathon was the better
kisser.  But, John was playing with my right nipple and he was applying just
the right amount of pressure that excited me.  So, John had his positive
sides, too!

	I purposely fell into the middle of the bed after breaking the kiss with
John and immediately put my tongue to work on Jonathon's dick.  He was about
6" hard, and not be outdone, John curled up on the other side of Jonathon
and helped me lick and suck Jonathon's cock.  At one point, we each took a
side of his cockhead and kept flicking our tongues back and forth over it.
We each got a little closer and soon we were almost kissing while we were
tonguing his head.  Of course, Jonathon was moaning his approval, and after
a few minutes he had to pull away.

	"It's way too early to cum, so I have to pull back," he said.  "Besides, I
see a pretty big dick here that needs some attention."

	He was referring to my 7.5" cock that is at its thickest below my cockhead
rather than at the end.  Jonathon opened his mouth and took the whole length
of my cock down his throat in one quick movement.  I was in heaven, and even
though I am generally not a moaner, I let out a loud sigh of ecstasy.

	"I take it you like his cock sucking skills," John said with a big smile on
his face.

	"I'd say so," I replied with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations that I
was feeling.

	But, I believe that good sex means not being greedy and focused only on
your own pleasure.  So, I adjusted my position on the bed so that I could
take John's 6" dick in my mouth.  It was almost funny that their dicks were
so similar in size, thickness, and shape.  The only difference was the
John's dick had a bit more foreskin than Jonathon's.  I later found out that
the doctor who did his circumcision when he was a baby had screwed up a bit
and not taken off enough of the foreskin.  LUCKY GUY!  I wouldn't say that
that was a screw-up!

	Of course, John's dick was a lot more sensitive and after some good suction
and tongue action, he quickly pulled out of my mouth.  He came around the
end of the bed and lifted my legs up slightly.  I was hoping that he was
going to rim me but, at the same time, I was worried because rimming usually
led to fucking and I wasn't very experienced at being a bottom.

	While Jonathon expertly sucked my dick, John flicked his tongue all around
my asshole.  After getting it all wet, John's tongue dove past the sphincter
muscles and entered my most intimate area.  I screamed at the pleasure.
John tongue fucked me for a few minutes and I had to reluctantly tell both
of them to stop or Jonathon was going to get a huge mouthful of my cum.

	"We'll save that for later," Jonathon said as he removed his mouth from my
cock.

	I simply sighed and smiled at both of them.  They had other things in mind.

	John reached for some lube and began to apply it to his asshole.  Jonathon
took the tube of lube and squirted some on his fingers.  He went over to
John and began to loosen up John's asshole slowly and sensually.  I was
mesmerized at the scene.  John was obviously enjoying the invasion and
Jonathon was taking his time so as to give John all the pleasure he could.

	After a few minute of lube time, Jonathon reached for a box of condoms and
I thought for a minute that I was going to get to watch these two studs
fuck.  Instead, Jonathon threw a condom to me and said, "Time to put on the
glove, Steve... you know the rules: no glove, no love."

	I'm sure I gave Jonathon a surprised look, and he said, "It's OK.  I really
want to see you fuck John.  I'll join in later."

	You didn't have to tell me twice.  I ripped the condom packet open and
after sheathing my sword, I applied a bit of lube to my engorged cock.  I
lined my dick up to his love entrance and slowly began to push it in.

	"Ram me, dammit!" John said and I obliged.  With one quick thrust, I had my
7.5 inches all the way up his ass and my balls were slapping against his
buns.  John let out an ungodly moan and I thought I had really hurt him.
Jonathon smiled at me and said, "Don't worry.  He loves a quick entry."

	"Especially from a stud with a big dick like yours," John grunted.

	Since he enjoyed the forceful entry, I slowly pulled all the way out of his
ass and then quickly rammed my dick back in.  I could only do this a few
times, though, because it really brought me close to cumming.  Both John and
I wanted this fuck to last longer than that.

	I started with slow stokes, trying to force my dick deeper and deeper into
John's bowels.  He loved it, as his grunting and moaning increased.
Jonathon stood up on the mattress at the head of the bed and said, "This is
so fucking hot.  I can see my lover's expressions as he gets a good ride.
And in the mirrors, I can see Steve's hot ass flexing and moving as he fucks
John.  I could almost cum right now without touching myself!"

	I turned my head so that I could see the reflection in the mirrors, and
seeing myself thrusting in and out of John's ass added to the lust and heat
that I already felt.  At this point, sweat was pouring off my hairy chest
and forehead and mingling with the sweat on John's back.  I pressed my chest
up against John's back so that I could lean over and jack him off while I
was fucking him.  I quickly found his rock hard dick, and I started wanking
him in synch with my thrusts.  He started to moan even louder.

	After a few minutes of this, John's body started to get rigid and I knew he
was going to blow his wad.  Jonathon sensed it too and quickly got down
underneath John so that he could swallow the load of cum that was about to
erupt.  I decided to push John over the orgasmic edge by long-dicking him.
After two thrusts, he screamed and shot a huge load into Jonathon's waiting
mouth.

	His orgasm caused John to clamp his ass muscles down on my dick and this
sent me over the edge.  I literally saw stars as I filled up the condom with
my love juices.  We both collapsed on the bed, sweaty and spent.

	I had forgotten that Jonathon hadn't gotten off yet, but I was quickly
reminded when he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up on his shoulders.  I
knew I was going to get fucked, but I felt so good that I didn't care about
my inexperience.

	Jonathon quickly lubed my ass up and had a fairly easy time loosening me
up.  He gently entered me and slowly pushed his way in until his pubes made
contact with the hair on my ass.  He began to fuck me quickly and I knew he
wouldn't last long.  Toward the end of this sex session, he hit my prostate
and I moaned like a whore.  I had never experienced that sensation before
even though I had been fucked a few times in the past.  Maybe I felt it this
time because I had already reached orgasm.  I don't know but it felt great!

	Seeing that I was enjoying the ride, Jonathon pistoned in and out of my ass
even faster.  Soon he was screaming at the top of his lungs as he filled his
condom with good ol' all-American cum.  He collapsed on top of me and soon
all three of us were engaged in a group kiss.