Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 15:41:15 EST
From: Texanuc@aol.com
Subject: Marine-father-and-son-part-6

Tim woke me up Saturday morning gently rubbing his steel rod up and down
between my cheeks and pinching my nipples.  He was as horny as usual and
wanted to get his nut before we did anything else, even though I wanted to
know what his surprise was going to be.

So I happily raised my right leg and let him poke and rub until he found
the spot, and then he eased into me, making sure that he massaged back and
forth with his helmet to trigger my hot spot.  I responded like the sex
hound that I am and he started stroking. Slowly at first but increasing the
tempo.  He teased me a lot, making sure that he hit my button with shorter
strokes.  But then he reached around and grabbed my skin and started
stroking it back and forth.

I lost it!  As I was shooting all over the sheets, Tim was reacting to my
clenching hole and filled me with his nectar.  We humped, groaned, and
thrashed around until we were spent, then he pulled out of me, pressed me
into his hairy chest, and we got lost in a long kiss.

Tim looked over my shoulder at the clock and bolted upright, shouting
"Shit".

I asked what was the problem, and he said that we should have been on the
road to our mystery rendez vou for the weekend.  I tried to ask for
details, but he kissed me and told me to trust him, put on my shorts and
shirt, and get in his car.

We dressed, using the term loosely, and I learned that he had a pair of
cutoffs shorter than mine that left nothing to the imagination, and he went
commando as I had suggested.  I was in my rumpled clothes from the night
before, but Tim said that it was enough, grabbed a small bag, and dragged
me down to the car.

Settling into the seats, I noticed that a nut had popped out each side of
the seam of his shorts and the warmth of the sun was letting them sag down
to rest on the leather as we drove down the freeway towards the beach. Of
course I got aroused, and had to play with what he was showing.  I'm
surprised that we didn't get stopped for speeding or PDA.  We did get some
attention from a few truckers that we passed, but Tim kept driving.

At the end of the causeway to the island, he turned to the west and drove
into a section of the island that I didn't recognize.  As we got closer to
the end of the island, he commanded me to strip.  Without questioning him,
I did.  Then he told me to take off his shirt, and slide his shorts to his
ankles.  Somehow we did this without having a wreck, and it was treated to
his throbbing erection thrusting up into the sun.

Tim pulled into the driveway of a cozy beach house on stilts and announced
that we were here, and the rest of the surprise was about to begin.  The
cottage was at the end of the island on a private beach, so who knew what
could happen.

He pulled his shorts off his feet and threw them at me and told me to carry
his and my clothes while he got the bag and to get out of the car.

"Sir, yes Sir!"

We went up the stairs and he unlocked the door into a South Sea billet,
sparse but comfortable.  Tim led me up to a sleeping loft that was mostly
bed and a fantastic view out over the water.  By opening the sky lights, we
could hear the surf pounding.

I wanted to throw Tim on the bed and have him ride me, but he gently pushed
me off, telling me that we had to get the place ready for a party and wait
for the guests.  We had one hour..  I was worried how that would all
happen, but should have trusted the brawny Marine that I was with.  He
explained that we had ten guests arriving, some from the nudist club where
we had met and some of his jock buddies that I hadn't met.

Tim then opened the small bag he had been protecting and pulled out a small
piece of fishnet and strings which he tossed it to me.  I asked why, and as
he pulled out a matching one, he said that it was to identify us as the
hosts.  He had organized a beach party, with formal dress, e.g. nothing
more or less or less than a thong.  We stuffed ourselves into the fishnet
as the bell rang.

We went downstairs and greeted the bartender and the chef/waiter that Tim
had hired.  They came in and immediately stripped down to "tux" thongs and
went to work getting ready for the party.  Tim and I basically set out the
plates and silver, stocked the bar on the deck, and went back inside.
Brad, the bartender, helped us and made us a drink, then pushed us out onto
the deck and out of their way.  He was cut, 20-something with a body as
smooth as mine, and no tan line.  Showed a big pouch too!

Tim explained that these two were jarheads looking to make a few extra
bucks, and he hired them for the party They were on leave until 6:00 hrs
Monday and would take care of the party and cleanup.

As we lay back enjoying the sun on our almost naked bodies, a shadow
appeared -- it was Tony, the chef/waiter wanting us to taste the appetizers
that Tim had ordered.  Tony was an Italian hunk, covered in more fur than
Tim, and a fantastic butt that I would have loved to eat a buffet from.
When he leaned over to offer the snacks, his "tux" flap swung forward and
revealed a packed pouch to die for, with dense, black curls swirling out
onto his thighs.  I had nasty thoughts of what I could do with the razor
and his crouch.

I drooled, and then remembered that I was there with Tim, so tried not to
be so blatant in staring at both of the guys.

The doorbell started ringing and the party began.  It was interesting to
see how small the thongs could be, and what they did to the wearers!  Some
of the guys came in wearing shorts as a cover-up, but most wore thongs
only.  After everyone had arrived and had a drink or two, the games began.

We went down to the beach where Tim and I had set up a volleyball net.
Skinz and skins were chosen as sides.  Skinz had to wear a c-ring, skins
were, well, skins.  And the skins got to put the c-rings on the skinz.
Great way to start the game and get to know each other.

It was a heated match, and a visual delight to see all those cocks and
balls flopping in the breeze.  We played to win, with a lot of butt
slapping and chest banging to show team spirit and support.  Skinz won --
must have been the support from the c-rings.  After their victory dance, we
all ran into the surf to get rid of the sand.  The cold water helped shrink
most of the erections, but the horse play maintained semis on everyone.

Skins, being the losing team, was selected to dig a pit in the sand and a
channel to the sea so the water could flood the pit.  After they had done
that, with a lot of sand being thrown from both teams at each other, Tim
brought out the rope for a tug-of-war competition.  Again, it was a heated
competition with a lot of straining and shouting, but finally the skinz
were pulled into the pit.  The skins then jumped in on top of them to
celebrate their victory.

Back into the surf to get rid of the sand again, but the grab ass activity
seemed to be a few levels higher than it was before.  We finally got
everyone out of the water and offered beach tennis or drinks on the deck.
Needless to say, beach tennis lost.

End of chapter 6 - care to hear about cocktails and the dinner buffet?