Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2015 00:56:26 +0000
From: Toby Simon <add1das4b0yspunk@hotmail.com>
Subject: no more school - 2

The next afternoon came around quickly, we were both longing for the next
gander at Apollo. Between us we had talked ourselves into a frenzy; who
would fuck who, how big his dick was. We were sitting in the beach chairs
beneath the umbrella as he turned off the beach access track and headed
between the dunes beneath us. I could feel Kent's dick firming up under
my hand. Apollo turned and smiled up at us. We waved back and Kent hissed,
"I have to fuck you now!" We waited a few minutes longer, Kent's dick
lengthened along the length of his boardies as my dick popped up free
from the leg of my running shorts. Kent grabbed it and stroked. Apollo
paddled out into the breakers, his speedo clad buns thrust into the air
teasing our minds and our cocks. We stood and rushed inside our tent.

I pushed my running shorts down and knelt down just inside the open flaps
of the tent. Kent wasted no time lubing up and crawling up behind me.
Kent hadn't been pounding me long when Apollo headed back in, he dragged
his board up onto the sand but instead of heading back into the surf he
came up towards our dune. I pulled off Kent and hoisted my shorts up. Kent
protested but I paid him no mind as I trotted down the side of the dune
hoping my cock would soften enough to not be quite so obvious under my
running shorts.

"What's up?" I asked as Apollo appeared, the salt water running in
rivulets down his six pack and into the waist band of his speedo.
"Have you got any sunscreen? I forgot to put any on before I came down."

"With that tan I wouldn't have thought you need any," I said, "besides,
what is all this training in aid of?" I had no idea this would loosen the
flood gates as Apollo - his name was Chris - launched into details of his
surf lifesaving competitions. I could hear Kent coming down the dunes
behind us, he stopped behind me and rested his elbow on my shoulder.
Chris interrupted his spiel briefly for introductions. He resumed raving
about his training regime and the competitions as Kent's hand stroked its
way down my back and into my valley of pleasure.

What was that? The tearing of velcro? Chris didn't seem to notice, but I
knew what that sound meant. Kent lifted the leg of my running shorts and
his hardness pushed in, firmly and relentlessly it found its mark and
entered. Chris hesitated as he described his last competition and his eyes
flicked down watching the front of my shorts as a tent rapidly formed. I
looked down and his already firmly packed speedos began to swell. A groan
escaped my lips and Chris' eyes shot back up to my face. I smiled.
"Is he? ... Is he?...." Chris stammered.

"Yes." My cock rose to full mast, popping free of the leg of my running
shorts. Chris' eyes shot back down, bugging out as his speedo threatened
to burst. Kent thrusted and his hands grabbed my hips. Chris pawed at his
groin. I couldn't resist and began stroking my cock. Kent's thrusts pounded
my hot button and moments later I erupted, my cum showering Chris all over
his abs, groin and legs. The pulsing of my ring pulled Kent over the edge
and he emptied inside me. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Kent and I chanted in unison.

I pulled off Kent and dropped to my knees to lick up the mess I had made
all over Chris. My tongue swept up the trail of my cum from his thigh
towards his groin as he shuddered and cum began to ooze out through his
speedo. I quickly clamped my lips over his pulsing lycra clad head and
sucked. The salt of the sea soaked speedo mixed with his cum in a perfect
match. Kent lent over me and slurped at my cum covering Chris' six pack.
Our tongues roamed freely up and down slurping all my salty emissions from
the already salty god. "Go get your board and come up to our tent," Kent
commanded. Chris turned and we stood and watched his rounded glutes flex
alternately under his speedo.

Chris returned dragging his board and we both assisted carrying it up to
the top of our dune. We fell through the flap of our tent, lips mashed
together as our swelling groins battled each other. I dropped to my knees
and pulled the waist band of his speedo down, his cock popped up. His head
looked small upon a shaft that flared out to a thick base. It was shorter
but fatter than Kents and my ring pulsed at the thought of it stretching me
before it filled me with cum. I sucked it in, my nose inhaling his salt
soaked pubes. Kent dropped to his knees beside me and we alternated sucking
Chris' cock for a few moments before I stood. Chris locked lips with me
again as my hands roamed up and down his six pack and pecs. "Fuck me now,"
I said turning about. Chris pulled away from Kent's hungry mouth and thrust
himself inside me.

My eyes watered at his girth. Kent was round in front of me and sucked me
into his warmth mouth. Oh god, this week had so far been amazing and it
just kept getting better. My hole stretched, my ring was pounded and at
the same time my pole was being eagerly sucked. Chris rutted away
enthusiastically ramming my hot button and if I hadn't come just a few
minutes ago the show would have been all over already. Instead I pushed
back in time with his thrusting as my pleasure built beyond all imagination.
I reached round behind me and felt Chris' tight lycra clad glutes
flexing rhythmically.

Chris shuddered and groaned and his already thick dick swelled and pulsed
within my ring as he splurted his cum inside me. He collapsed on my back
and then sunk to his knees, suddenly vacating my hole. Kent's fingers
quickly filled the void as he continued vacuuming me into his salivating
warmth. His thrusting digits caused his and Chris' cum to start running
down my leg and with that I came again. It was too much for Kent and cum
spilled out of his mouth bathing my balls. Chris had recovered by now and
set to slurping up the excess, his tongue rasping my tightened sack. Chris
and I then pushed Kent to the ground as we took turns sucking his cock and
licking at his balls.

At times we locked lips over Kent's dickhead, our tongues duelling each
other and swiping across his pisshole as it belched precum. Chris stood
and pushed his speedo down before squatting over Kent's cock, I held it
steady and guided towards Chris' virgin hole. "Take it slowly," I suggested
but Chris was lost in the lust of the moment. I watched his hole flare and
then clamp down tightly on Kent's fuck stick as he gasped at the
sudden intrusion.

"Slowly," I suggested again and this time Chris listened and eased the rest
of Kent's dick inside him before enthusiastically bouncing up and down.
I knelt beside them, one hand stroking Chris' back the other his six pack
and down to his stubby fat prick. I could see Kent's balls tightening and I
knew he was close. We might have been far from the other campers but surely
they could hear us now as we all grunted and groaned with lust. Kent grabbed
Chris' hips and pushed him down hard onto his prick as he emptied his load
into him. Chris sat back, the grin on his face could not have been any wider.
I leant towards him and we kissed and clawed at each other's chests.

"I need a swim to clean up," I said and grabbed Chris' speedo off the tent
floor and pulled it up my legs. His cum still glistened in the pouch and I
struggled to get my boner tucked in. "Hey!" Chris objected as I darted out
the tent flaps. I was almost to the breakers when Kent and Chris caught
me up. Chris was wearing my running shorts though they weren't really
hiding his excitement. We hit the waves and then spent more time grabbing
at each other's cocks and buns than swimming or body surfing. Finally we
headed back up the dunes to our tent, all three of us still clearly aroused.

Once back inside the tent Kent and Chris knelt before me and started
tonguing my speedo encased cock and balls. Chris pulled my cock out from
the pouch and started sucking with gusto. Kent lent down into Chris' groin
and the slurping built in volume. I seriously doubted I could cum again
despite my lust. Chris started tugging his speedos down my legs. "I want
you guys to come on my speedos," Chris said as he pulled on my dick. We
knelt together in a triangle pulling at our cocks, Chris' holding his
speedo between us. Kent shot first and Chris caught it all. Chris was soon
after and finally I added my load. As I finished Chris stood and pulled
his speedo back on, cum oozed out around the legs and Kent and I quickly
cleaned that up with our tongues.

"Gotta go," Chris said as he darted out of the tent and grabbed his board
before heading down the dune and up the access track. Kent and I pulled
each other close, our lips met and parted as our tongues twisted together.
"Fuck that was hot," Kent finally said. "I'll say." We lay beside each
other on the tent floor, stroking each other's chests and abs, kissing,
murmuring.

We slept well that night, cocooned in each others arms. The next day we
decided to go shopping. First stop was a small menswear shop. We were
excited to find they had Andrew Christian underwear in stock! We selected
several pairs each and crowded into the changing cubicle. "Put these on,"
Kent commanded holding up one of the pairs I had chosen. My dick was
already thickening as my shorts and underwear dropped and the new pair
were quickly filled to capacity. Kent dropped to his knees and pretended
to check the fit. "Turn around," as his hands caressed my bum. "Move your
legs apart and bend over, yes that fit looks good," as his hand came up
through my legs and cupped my package.

"Stand up again," and he stood behind. His arm came round my waist and his
hand dived into the front of my underwear and he stroked my dick to an even
more aching hardness as he nibbled at my neck. "Your turn," I said breaking
free of him before I lost my load. Kent pushed his shorts and underwear
down and his cock sprang free. He had chosen another jockstrap. He pulled
it up his legs but his cock stuck up well clear of the waist band.
"Turn round, spread your legs and bend over," I commanded. I dropped to my
knees and ran my hands under the straps before cupping his package as he
had done mine. "Yes, that seems a good fit," I said and then sank my tongue
into his pucker. He groaned and lent back onto my face.

We had seen movies on the net where they had rimmed each other, and we had
tried it before, but today in the changing cubicle it felt good. I pushed
my tongue into Kent as deeply as I could, I could feel his ring opening and
taste his muskiness. Kent rocked on it and I pulled my dick out of my
underwear and stroked it. Kent spun round and jammed his dick into my mouth.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "are you two alright in there?"

"Ah, yeh," Kent gasped.

"Do you need any help?" Came the voice again.

"No, no, all good." We heard his footsteps as he moved away and we stifled
our laughs. Our dicks had softened, and we tried on a further pair each
before selecting our favourites and heading to the counter. "Just these
today?" Asked the assistant. "Are you sure I couldn't help you with
anything else?" His knowing smile made me blush and harden again. We paid
and ran out of the shop laughing.

We chose a department store next figuring the sales people were less likely
to bother us.  Kent chose some cut-off jeans and a bright shirt, I chose
some silky basketball shorts and matching singlet and we then both selected
several pairs of underwear and headed to the change rooms. The department
store had a disabled change cubicle that gave us plenty of room. Kent
stripped off completely and I followed suit. I grabbed a pair of bright
yellow diesel briefs and Kent a pink pair. We stood back admiring each
other before locking lips, groping and grinding. I knelt down and forced
Kent's rod through the fly opening before sucking him into my warm
hot mouth.

After savouring his hard cock for a few slurps he lifted me up and handed
me a white pair of underarmour. I pushed the diesels down and pulled them
up, they hugged my thighs and cupped my balls and dick beautifully, making
it look bigger than it really was. Kent stroked up and down the length of
my cock and a pearl of precum oozed through. He lent down and sucked at
the spot before licking up and down the shaft.

Standing back up he shucked off his briefs, donned the bright shirt and
tried to pull on the cut-off jeans but they were at least a size too small
and he struggled to get them up. With his dick at full mast there was no
hope of him doing the fly up and he stood there and stroked it. He looked
hot, the shirt open displaying his pert nipples, six pack and happy trail
down to his groin nicely framed in the open vee of the cut-offs. I leant
in and took him into my mouth again, sucking hard and noisily.

Fuck! The door rattled and a sales assistant called out. We reassured them
we wouldn't be long, our dicks melted and we quickly changed back into our
clothes. Kent pulled me in to a long kiss, The assistant was standing just
outside the change cubicles looking pissed, "so, you will be buying that
lot then?"

"No," Kent said handing his lot over to the assistant, "we don't want
anything thanks." We stopped and bought some fries and a coke at McDonalds
before heading into a sportswear store. The thought of Chris in his speedo
had us making a beeline for the rack of swimwear. Kent chose a bright blue
pair and I chose a white pair. Kent decided he wanted some running shorts
like mine so that he could join me in looking "respectable" in shorts but
ready to fuck any time. He found a plain black pair with silver edging
where the side split went right up to the waistband.

We spent some time looking at the underarmour and other compression gear
and then noticed the wrestling singlets. "You'd look good in this," Kent
said pulling a white wrestling singlet with blue side panels and blue
edging off the rack. I found him a bright blue one, the same shade as his
speedos, with white stars down the side. We raced over to the change
cubicles and quickly shed our clothes. The wrestling singlets were first
on, god he looked hot in his and I pulled him to me and we kissed and
ground against each other. I peeled his singlet off him and held out his
speedos. He climbed into them and wrestled his tumescent prick into its
lycra confine.

I followed suit and we stood side by side and admired ourselves in the
mirror of the change cubicle. I reached over and ran my fingers along his
cock as it pushed off to the side lifting the edges of his speedo away from
his body. My fingers dived into the gap and stroked up to his dickhead where
they met a rapidly building slick of precum which I stroked back and forth.
I knelt and pulled his cock out. My saliva and his precum melded as his
shaft slid into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I sucked greedily
at him. I could feel his balls tightening inside his speedo. His cum hit my
tonsils and I swallowed as quickly as I could.

Keeping some of his cum in my mouth I stood and we kissed. As Kent tasted
his own cum I swear he tried to climb into my mouth and his hands pulled
hard on my buns grinding his groin into mine. Suddenly it was too much and
my dick erupted, cum bathed my dick and balls within the confines of my
speedo. Kent dropped to his knees and licked furiously as it oozed out
of the speedos and down my legs. Finally he pulled my speedos down and
licked and sucked at my cock and balls cleaning me up. Satisfied he pulled
the waistband back over my package and then stood, shucked his speedos
and pulled on the shorts. We kissed again, my hands cupped his bare cheeks
under the silky running shorts and my fingers dived in towards his pucker.

"Lets get back to the campground, I have to fuck you in these," I said as my
finger dipped in and out of his ring. I started to peel down my speedos when
I stopped, "I can't take these up to the counter soaked in my cum." Kent
reached over and yanked the tag off, "We'll tell them you've kept them on
because we're about to go for a swim." He grabbed my underwear and pulled
them on, and then pulled his underwear over top. I moved round behind him
and ground myself up against his buns, pawing at his front making him swell.
Remnants of my cum glistened on his underwear.

We finished dressing and paid for our purchases. Back at the campground
Kent rapidly changed into his new shorts and presented me with the lube.
I pulled on my running shorts, Kent looked puzzled. "You fucked me in my
shorts down there," I nodded down to the track that ran between the dunes
below our tent, "I want to do you up on the lifeguard tower." Kent's jaw
dropped and then he grinned and nodded enthusiastically. We ran down the
dunes and along the beach to the lifeguards hut which was deserted. Kent
leant forward onto the rail that ran around the deck of the tower as I
pulled my dick free from my shorts and guided it into him.

Out in the breakers in front of us a few surfers bobbed up and down waiting
for their moment, one caught a fantastic break and came in close to shore
where he paused and looked up at us. Kent waved and the surfer flashed a
smile and grabbed his crotch. I reached round Kent's waist and cupped him
before pulling the leg of his shorts to the side and flashing his dick.
The surfer licked his lips, turned and ran back out into the breakers. Kent
pushed himself back against me and our tempo built. I grabbed his hips and
pounded him. Kent straightened up and lifted a foot up onto one of the
railings of the deck. I ran my hands up and down his chest and abs before
returning to his cock stroking him in time to my thrusts.

My balls were pulling up and my breathing signalled how close I was to
Kent. He pushed my hand away and began jerking himself furiously. Just as
I began to erupt within him Kent's dick volleyed his cum up and over the
railings. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled at his neck, stroking up
and down his chest as his ass-ring sucked on my cock. We looked up to see
the same surfer standing in the shallows grinning widely. Kent stepped away
from me, turned around and our bodies and lips met. We ran together down
into the sea washing the sweat and cum away as we swam in between
the surfers.

After a short swim we collapsed together on some towels outside our tent
and fell asleep, Kent wrapped in my arms.  We awoke to find Chris standing
over us pawing at his rapidly filling speedos. "Come back to my place,
no-one is home for the afternoon." We roused ourselves and joined him
heading down the track and across to his parents place. We were barely
inside the front door when Chris pulled both of us towards him and we
all tried to kiss each other at once. "Do you guys want a beer?" Chris
asked after we had eaten each other's faces for a bit. We took our beers
out onto the balcony which had a fantastic view over the top of the
campground and out to sea.

Kent stood bent at the waist leaning onto the railing of the balcony. His
new running shorts flared away from his pert buns and you could see a
teasing glimpse of his crevice. I grabbed Chris' hand and guided his
fingers up to Kent's cum moistened pucker. Kent groaned and pushed back
onto his fingers. I flicked Chris' speedos waist band down freeing his cock
and bent to suck it into my mouth. Without the usual sea salt that bathed
his body his precum tasted sweeter. Just as his precum began to pump more
thickly into my mouth Chris suddenly pulled away.

Chris moved forward and thrust into Kent. "Fuck!" Kent gasped straightening
up. "Fuck him with that fat prick," I said. Kent leant back down and Chris
grasped his hips and set to pounding Kent's hot button. The sight of
Chris' tanned muscled back as it lead in a vee down to his speedo encased
buns as they flexed and thrust into Kent was better than any porno I had
watched online. I stood beside them running my hands up and down Chris'
back and then diving in through the legs of Kent's shorts to cup his balls
and stroke his leaking cock.

Chris began groaning in a crescendo and I could tell from the slowing
rhythm of his thrusts that he was sending a load deep into Kent. He
withdrew and we gathered together again for more three way tongue duelling.
We collapsed into the deck chairs and sucked at our beers. Kent's dick
poked up clear of the leg of his shorts, still needing to cum after his
second fucking of the afternoon. Chris crawled along the deck licking his
lips and pushed his head into Kent's groin before engulfing his cock and
sucking noisily at it. Kent grinned at me and sucked on his bottle of beer,
I saluted him by upending my beer into my throat. I began lazily fisting
my prick as Chris slurped and slathered Kent's pole with his saliva.

I stood and walked over to Kent, his lips slid down my shaft to the root as
his fingers came up and stroked my balls. Chris looked up at me, "fuck me."
I couldn't refuse and moved round behind him, pulling his speedos down I
eased into him, savouring every inch of his ring as my shaft slid into him.
My pubes met his crack and I pushed harder into him forcing him down onto
Kent's cock. I began to jack into him with short punchy strokes, his nose
bouncing into Kent's pubes with each thrust.

Chris arched his back and screamed, "ahhhhh, fuck fuck fuck. Fuck that
feels good! Fuck me harder!" I turned to look towards the street, we
weren't that far from it and surely someone would hear us? "Fuck yes,
like that, that feels so fucking good," Chris continued his ecstatic cries.
He was suddenly silenced as Kent's cock erupted in his face. Cum dripped
down from his blonde locks over his rosy cheeks. Face painting never
looked better. A few more thrusts and I began to groan loudly as I spurted
deeply into him.

I lay myself down across his back and he turned and grinned as I began
licking up Kent's cum from his face and holding it in my mouth so that we
could all share it again as we kissed some more. "I'm going away this
weekend," Chris said as he broke the kiss, "I have surf life saving
competitions up the coast. I leave tomorrow straight after school and
won't be back until late Sunday."

"The sight of someone wiggling their bum in speedos in front of me would
certainly make me paddle faster," Kent said. "But running with a boner
might be hard." Chris stood in front of Kent cupping his speedo encased
package and thrusting towards him. Kent leant forward and joined Chris in
rubbing at his hardening prick. I sat and watched them, stroking myself
back to full mast.

"Come with me," Chris said as he lead the way into what was obviously his
parents' bedroom and on into their ensuite. The shower was huge with jets
coming out of the walls all over the place. Chris turned a number of knobs
and they all began spouting water. We all dropped our shorts and speedos
and advanced on each other to kiss and stroke among the warming spray.
I bent over to take one of them into my mouth and suddenly felt a spray
right onto my pucker. "That feels good," I said looking back over my
shoulder. They both laughed as I backed towards it.

Chris moved towards me and I engulfed his prick and sucked at it. Kent had
found another nozzle at the same height and was trying it out, spreading
his cheeks with his hands and moving around to try different angles. "Turn
around and let it spray on your prick," Chris suggested. We both stood and
turned and Chris nestled up behind me, his cock in my crack and his hand
reached round my waist and stroked me as the water pinged off my balls.

He pulled away from me and I looked over my shoulder to see him lying down
on the floor. "Come and lie beside me," he said and we both laid down.
One each side. The feeling as water rained down on us from all angles was
hard to describe. Chris reached for both our cocks and slowly stroked us.
And then he was on his feet straddling Kent and ramming himself down onto
Kent's cock. He bounced up and down for just a few strokes before moving
over and plunging himself down onto mine. His hole was still slick with
my cum and the warm water from the shower ran down off his back, over my
balls and down my crack. Chris rammed himself enthusiastically up and down
and then just as quickly he was off me and back over to Kent.

He carried on alternating between us. "I've already cum four times today,"
I said as Chris again mounted me, "I don't think I can cum again this soon."

"Don't care," Chris said as he continued to bounce up and down. My cum was
oozing back out of his hole and going frothy with the water from the shower.
Finally the water began to run cooler and Chris abandoned his dream of two
more loads in his hole and we stood and quickly soaped each other up and
stroked and nuzzled for a few more minutes. Drying off we went back into
the lounge. Chris suddenly noticed the time, his mum would probably be home
any minute and our shorts were soaking wet and still on the floor of his
parents shower. Chris grabbed two pairs of his basketball shorts and thrust
our shorts into a shopping bag and pushed us out the door. We also scored a
couple of extra bottles of beer.