Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2007 23:24:43 +0200
From: Writ Bro <writerbro@gmail.com>
Subject: A Vacation to Remember Installment one

Chapter one. The best fifteen minutes of my life

Nothing out of this story may be copied or published without permission
of the author.

This story is purely fictional and any resemblance with anyone in real
life is coincidental. This story does contain sexual intercourse between
two men and if you do not like that or you are too young (under 18, 21 in
some states) please leave.

I couldn't, no, okay I guess it was true. It was that one thing that had
helped me through many situations. That must have been the reason. There
was no other explanation for it.

Sorry, you might be wondering what I am talking about. Let me explain
you, but in order to do that I need to tell you about me. I am Alec, and
some people say my middle name is lucky, because I am, always lucky. Not
just in how my life is going but also how I look. I am lucky in every
way, the parts you can see and the parts you can't. I am quite tall,
definitely not the shortest with my 6'4", I am muscular, and not just a
bit but really muscular, some people think I am a professional body
builder. For the rest, I have half-long blond hair, blue eyes and as some
people say, a smile to die for. Everywhere I go people stare at me, boys
and girls. Bad luck for the girls. I am 100% gay, I never had sex with a
woman and I was not planning on it either. I have to admit that when I
found out that I was gay, I was 15 years old, I felt that all my luck had
disappeared but then I came out and stepped into the life of hardcore
sex, and recently found the love of my life. I was, again, lucky. He
didn't care if I had sex with another guy and that made me extremely
happy, I could never have sex with one guy alone, all the time. There was
another place that I was lucky, the one place no one would ever see. My
brains. I was smart, very good at languages (I speak 8 languages fluent),
and with that brain and the looks I could become what I wanted to be,
porn star, model or journalist. I am a journalist, and live in Washington
DC. And now I found myself on this nice beach in some random country (I
don't even remember the name). I was alone on this vacation, alone for
two weeks. Although I was sure I would not stay alone.

The place I was was special. It was an adult beach, but with strange
rules. No one was allowed naked; women could be topless but not naked.
The dick could not be shown, but it you wanted your ass to be uncovered,
you were allowed to. And the maximum covering suit you were allowed to
wear was a thong. I was not complaining, I liked my underwear small. I
had heard that this beach was a place where a lot of gay guys came and my
expectations were high up. As I walked on the beach in my red thong, I
noticed a guy in a white thong with a weird thing on the front. I had
heard about them. The weird thing, I now saw, was a little pocket with
some pieces of paper sticking out of it. This guy would take care that
everyone would wear what they had to wear. I laid down on my towel with
my muscular ass up. Before I knew I was asleep.

When I awoke again I had apparently turned around in my sleep and I knew
that could just do it. I would stay in that position for a while because
I would probably get lucky. I realise this now, it was only because of
what is in that red thong. I nice, 8 inch cock, when it is not hard. I
was so lucky that my cock would be a full 14 inches when hard. That is
lucky. I lay there for several more minutes. Then I saw someone coming
over. He looked at all the guys on the beach and then he passed me. He
analysed my body starting at my face, (a shocked look appeared) and
slowly going down to my nice pecs abs and then...the cock. Looking at his
face I knew I had him, I just wasn't sure if... and then I whispered
"bottom" I looked at me smiled and sat down next to me, smiling. He had
understood the hint. I am a bottom, no matter what my looks or dick tell
you I prefer to be fucked, but I definitely don't mind to fuck. "What's
your name?" He asked me. I looked at him, it was my turn to analyse him.
He was toned, brown hair, hazel eyes, very cute, his swimming suit was
not as revealing as mine but looking at it, it looked like he had a nice
dick too. But what really turned me on was his great British accent. I
smiled at him, "Alec" I answered, "and you?"
"James"
"So, what do want James?"
"I need to fuck someone."
I didn't say anything, I was too surprised by how straight forward this
bent guy was. After a while I said, "You may" He smiled, a very cute
smile I have to say. Worth looking at.
"Follow me" I said. We got up, got our stuff and walked towards my car.
James told me he had come by bike and I told him to put the bike in my
car. We went to my hotel room, a large suite somewhere near the beach.
Both of us were still wearing our tiny swimsuits, yet there had been a
visible change. His dick looked solid hard and I could feel my own hard
on aching. He stepped up to me and kissed me, a kiss that I eagerly
returned. It ended so soon, even though it was a long one, but James
seemed to have enough. He broke the kiss and our mouths parted, I leaned
forward to kiss him again but he forced me down to his cock. I knelt down
and pulled away his thong. Now I had a full view of his beautiful cock. I
looked really amazing, it was not as big as mine, but it was definitely
the biggest I ever had, all full 11 inches. I moved my mouth to the
beauty and took it in my mouth. I shivered, the taste was really good, I
loved the salty taste of cocks, but this tasted just . . . so good.
Slowly, I took more of his dick in my mouth. I heard James moan. "Yeh
man, take it all." I was definitely trying but it was hard, it was so
big, and so good. I only had about two inches to go, slowly I approached
the base of the beauty. And then my nose hit his stomach. I had made,
without gagging. I slowly started to suck and James started to moan.
Then, al of a sudden, he took control and fucked my face like there was
no tomorrow. He moaned, and I would have, if I could. I loved what this
English guy was doing. After about five minutes his moans became louder,
and then, at last... "I'm coming" And did he come. One, two, no, eight
shots of cum straight into my mouth. I tried to swallow all but it was
too much. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and pulled me up. Again, he
kissed me and his cum moved from my mouth into his. Now I could share the
great taste of his own salty cum.
When we stopped he whispered in my ear: "I meant a different type of
fucking but that was amazing" I smiled but said nothing.

I laid down on the king sized bed and I could feel him climbing on it to.
He would climb more than the bed though. And so I was lying there on my
stomach and I shivered. James had grabbed my ass, not a tuff grab, but
subtle, it felt good. I felt drops of spit on my ass, close to my
asshole. Now his finger rubbed the spit into my asshole. "Aah" I
screamed.
"Sorry" One of his fingers had gone into my ass and I had not been
prepared for it. I relaxed and more fingers went in. It felt really good,
better than the best massage I ever had. I repositioned myself, ready to
be fucked like a dog. Immediately felt his dickhead at my entrance and
slowly he pushed. It was very painful and yet it felt very good. I could
help but scream in ecstasy. "You like it?"
"Of course I do."
More of his dick now filled my ass. Inch for inch, slowly but so good. It
was over, he was all in. "No" I said to myself, "it is just beginning. I
was right. He started to fuck me fast, for a long time. We both moaned
and enjoyed those 15 minutes. The best 15 minutes in my life. And then I
felt his dick become . . . larger and I knew what was happening. This was
confirmed by his scream "I'm coming!" and soon his load filled my ass to
the brim. I loved the feeling of cum in my ass. I felt James' tongue at
my entrance, he liked up his juices and did not stop until he had
everything, and then we kissed again. So passionate... I was glad this
was my second day here, and I would be here for three more weeks. Damn, I
loved vacation.