Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 14:23:36 -0000
From: Fun_seeker <fun_seeker@btinternet.com>
Subject: Holiday Fun

Holiday Fun (MMM)

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This story is based on real events that took place in Tenerife in the mid
1990's.

My partner Chris and I were taking our usual winter break in the sun. This
January it was two weeks in Playa de Las Americas in Tenerife. We are both
in our early forties and have been together for nearly ten years. At home
in Britain, we have a fairly monogamous relationship, but when abroad we
are not adverse to a bit of holiday fun!

It was around two in the morning and the few gay bars in Playa de Las
Americas were starting to wind down for the night, so we made our way down
to section of the promenade that was cruisey to check out the action. I
went down on to the beach to see what was happening by the sea wall while
Chris sat on a bench to watch the passing scenery. There was a fair amount
of action on the beach and it was not long before I was on my knees sucking
off one of the cute looking Spanish lads. However, after a while he gently
pushed me away before doing up his jeans and moving off to explore the rest
of the action. I decided to go back up and join Chris.

When I got to the top of the steps, I saw that he had a good-looking blond
guy with him. Not wanting to spoil Chris' chances, I was about to turn and
go back down onto the beach when Chris waved me over. As I walked over to
them, I could see that the bloke looked to be in his late twenties and had
that stocky rugby player build. As I joined them on the bench Chris
introduced me and then said, "This is Steve and he has just been telling me
how he has always fantasised about being bedded by two guys."

"Well in that case we better get a taxi back to the apartment so that Steve
can tell us if the reality is better than the fantasy." I replied. As we
walked over to the taxi rank, Steve explained to us that he was on holiday
for the week with his mates and this was to be final fling before getting
married at Easter! Some fling, I thought, but if he wanted to try it out
with two guys who were we to judge?

When we got to the taxi rank, all three of us jumped into the back of the
waiting Mercedes at the head of the rank. As luck would have it Steve was
in the middle, so on the short drive back to our apartment both Chris and I
had a good grope of Steve's equipment. He was wearing baggy jeans down on
the prom so I had not been able to see the outline of anything.  However,
my grope told me there was plenty down there and that someone was very
excited.  Steve also took the opportunity to give us both a feel over. Very
soon, we were at our apartment. The layout of the complex was such that we
did not have to go through the reception area to get to our apartment, so
we were able to get Steve back to our room without having to field any
awkward questions!

"Mind if I freshen up guys?" asked Steve once we had the door closed.

"No," I replied. "The bathroom is at the end of the hall. Do you want a
beer?"

"That would be great," he replied as he pushed the bathroom door closed.

I went into the kitchen and poured us three beers before going through to
join Chris in the lounge. Luckily, I had put the glasses down on the coffee
table, as at that moment, Steve walked into the room, and I am sure I would
have dropped them. As it was both, Chris' jaw and mine dropped. While
freshening up Steve had stripped off all his clothes and was now standing
bollock naked in the lounge. While my assessment of Steve's build had been
fairly good down at the beach, the baggy jeans and top had hidden just how
hunky a body he had.  Firm chest with just a light dusting of blond fluff,
six-pack stomach and eight thick inches of hard uncut cock with what seemed
to be a pair of melon sized balls swinging underneath.  This was all set
off by his light brown tan, although it was somewhat marred by the wide
white patch that showed that Steve wore shorts on the beach. I decided at
that moment that I wanted Steve's hard cock up my arse before the end of
the night.

"Looks like someone's eager for action," I said, once I stopped gawping at
Steve's body.

"Yes it does. I think we better strip for action," was Chris'
response. While Chris was peeling off his clothes, I moved behind Steve,
reached around him and started to play with his nipples. As soon as I
gently rubbed the palm of my hand across them, I felt the nipples rapidly
stiffen and Steve groaned with pleasure. "Umm, you guys don't know how long
I have dreamt of this happening." Chris was naked by now and had started to
suck on one of Steve's now hard nipples. I quickly stripped off and took up
my position behind Steve again. My now free and hard cock sliding down the
crack of Steve's arse so that my cock head was nestling behind those big
balls.

As Chris continued to give Steve's nipples a work out with his tongue, I
slowly stroked my hands down Steve's chest and stomach to reach the root of
his cock before continuing down to that pair of massive balls. I worked my
fingers around behind them, taking a ball in each hand. I then tugged his
balls forward and down which caused Steve to groan, "Oh yes, pull those
balls". Finding that Steve was not averse to having his balls worked over I
moved around to kneel in front of him. I then circled the neck of his ball
sack with one hand, allowing me pull and twist his balls. It was obvious
that Steve was well into this, as precum was stringing from the end of his
cock and starting to puddle on the tiled floor. Not wanting to waste any of
this precious juice, I intercepted the flow with my tongue and began to
milk the juice from his monster cock with my free hand.

Meanwhile, Chris had moved so he was kneeling behind Steve. I assumed that
he was working his tongue up and down Steve's crack and giving his arsehole
a rimming. Chris' work out of Steve's hole combined with my cock and ball
work was obviously having an effect as I could feel Steve start to sag at
the knees as the sensations became too much for him. "Guys, I think we
better throw the cushions off the sofa onto the floor so we can lie down
before Steve falls down" I said. The sofa was designed to open out into a
bed so it had two long cushions. As soon as they hit the floor Steve
dropped on his back on to cushions legs spread wide, he was like a bitch on
heat he was so eager. "Take me guys."

Chris knelt over Steve's chest and started to feed him his six inches of
meat. It was obvious to me from the way Steve sucked Chris' cock straight
down it was not Steve's first experience sucking cock. While it was a great
turn on for me to see someone else sucking my boyfriend's meat, I didn't
spend too much time watching as I wanted to get Steve's eight inch monster
down my throat. It took me a few attempts until my throat opened up before
I could take in all of Steve's cock. I then started to give his cock head a
workout with my throat muscles.  >From the way his cock throbbed and
swelled in my throat, it seemed like he was enjoying it!  There was not
much he could say about it, as his mouth was full of Chris' cock.

As I continued to give Steve's cock an oral work out, I slowly ran my
fingers up the inside of his thighs until I reached his rosebud
arsehole. As soon as my fingertips reached their goal I felt his arsehole
open, inviting me to explore further. I gently probed his hole with my
index finger; thanks to Chris' earlier rimming Steve's hole was slick with
spit and my finger easily slipped through his ring. I was soon in as far as
I could reach. Steve groaned as my fingertip pushed across his prostate and
my reward was a river of his juicy precum in my mouth.

I knew if I was to take Steve's cock up my arse I would also need a good
rimming from Chris. I am used to taking Chris' six inches up my arse with
no problems but Steve as well as being longer was also about twice the
thickness! In fact, Steve was about the same size as one of the dildos we
had at home, and I knew from experience I could only take that if Chris
first gave me good rimming and we used plenty of lube.

While I had been giving Steve his oral and anal workout, Chris changed
position so that he could watch the action better. He was now knelt over
Steve's head facing me but with his cock continuing to fill Steve's
mouth. Without letting Steve's cock slip from my mouth or my finger coming
unplugged from his arse I swivelled round so my arse was within reach of
Chris. He soon got the message and his tongue was trying to push its way
through my ring.  Steve meanwhile seeing my cock was within reach was soon
milking the precum out of my cock with his hand.

When Chris felt my hole open up to his tongue he took Steve's hand and
having made sure that Steve's fingers had a good coating of my precum
brought his hand up to my arse. Steve got the idea and soon has his index
finger plugged up my arse. "I think you are going to need a bit of opening
up if you want Steve's tool up your arse," said Chris."Did you keep that
Champagne bottle we finished last night?"

"Yes I think it's still in the cupboard under the sink. The maid didn't
come in today," I said after I got my mouth free of Steve's cock.

Chris went into the kitchen and collected the empty bottle, stripped the
foil off the neck before going into the bedroom to collect the lube and
rubbers. "I would have never thought to use a Champagne bottle as a dildo,"
said Steve.

"Want to try it?" asked Chris. "It makes a good arse stretcher, the deeper
it goes the wider it stretches. We think using the bottle afterwards is one
of the best reason for drinking cava."

"No I think I'll pass, I haven't been fucked often. I can cope with cocks
the size of you guys but I don't think I've got the bottle for the bottle
so to speak."

"Well for fuck sake you two, stop talking about it, get it lubed up and in
my arse," I said impatiently.

"Well get on your back and get your legs in the air then," was Chris' quick
reply. With that, Chris smothered the bottle and my arse in lube. "Want to
do the honours Steve?" asked Chris.  Steve took the bottle off Chris, while
Chris moved round so he was keeling with his knees either side of my head
and his dick within sucking range of my mouth. Chris took hold of my ankles
and lifted my legs up so that my arse was stretched wide open exposing my
hole.  Steve pushed the bottle up against my hole, and as I was already
loose the neck of the bottle easily slipped in easily. "Just push gently
and see how far it goes in," said Chris.

"God that feels good," I said before wrapping my lips round Chris's cock.

"That right, slowly feed him his bottle, work it in and out. He'll soon
want that monster dick of yours up there instead," Chris instructed. It
felt to me like I had the whole fucking bottle up my arse. Precum poured
out of my dick every time Steve dragged the top of the bottle across my
prostate. Steve leant down and licked the juice off my belly before taking
my rock hard cock into his mouth again. He timed his movements on my dick
with the bottle, deep throating me as he pushed the bottle in. I groaned
with pleasure, but I knew he would make me cum if he carried on much more
and I wanted to cum with his dick up me arse not a bottle. Chris meanwhile
was getting off on the view and the blowjob I was giving him.

"Right I think I am ready for the real think now," I said. "Steve, do you
fancy being the filling in fuck sandwich, you fuck me and while Chris fucks
you?"

"I said I wanted to be bedded by two men and I can't think of a better way
to do it than that!" replied Steve. "How do we do it?"

"Well first off get one of these on," said Chris passing Steve a rubber,
while at the same time opening a packet for himself. "Then, while I hold
Tony's legs up, get that cock of your's as far up his arse as you can."

Although I was well loosened up by the bottle work out it still took my
breath away when Steve pushed his eight inches into me. I thought I was
going to drop my load there and then, but knowing that Chris wanted to be
part of the action I somehow managed to hold on.

When I felt Steve's balls brush my arse I knew he was all the way in. Chris
took a good hand full of lube and worked it into Steve's hole. He then
gently slid his six-inch cock deep into Steve. I could see from his face
that it was not as easy for him to have a shaft up his arse, but I felt
Steve's dick swell as Chris bottomed out and hit his prostrate.

"I don't know about you guys but I don't think I an going to be able to
last long," said Chris.  "OK Steve, I am going to pull out of you a bit,
you can then start shafting Tony, as you pull out you will push yourself
back onto my dick"

 We managed about a minute like that before Chris cried out, "I'm cumming."
Thrusting all the way into Steve, he pushed him deep into me as well. That
was too much for the both of us. I felt Steve's cock swell in me and I shot
my load immediately.

 "Christ," said Steve. "I don't think I have ever cum like that before, the
reality was definitely better than the fantasy."

"That's what happens when you're the filling in a fuck sandwich," I
sniggered.

After a couple of minutes, we uncoupled so to speak. We were all dripping
in sweat and both Steve and myself were covered in my cum where I had shot
between us. "I think we had all better get in the shower and get this mess
cleaned off," I said.

After we showered, it was close to five in the morning. Steve got dressed,
we asked him to stay for a coffee, but he said he had to get back to his
mates. "So what will you tell them about where you have been?" I asked.

"Oh I'll just tell them I have been sowing some wild oats, it's not my
fault if they guess the wrong sex is it?"

We saw Steve cruising the scene again a couple of nights latter, he
acknowledged us but was too busy being taken home by a slim blond
Scandinavian to stop and talk. He was definitely making the most of his
last few weeks of freedom!

My other stories on Nifty are:

Kinky Father and Son in the Gay Incest section (Posted 5th March 2009)
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/kinky-father-and-son

Friends Grandson in Gay Adult Youth
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/friends-grandson/