Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2003 00:41:06 EST
From: Texanuc@aol.com
Subject: Marine Father and Son - 7

Back on the deck, Brad was busy blending up a load of Margaritas for us and
hustling his cute butt around making sure that we all had a drink.  Tony
was doing a good job too, moving in and out among all the exposed cocks
trying to serve appetizers.  Both of the guys were real teases, making sure
that the front of their "tux" bounded with each step and rubbing their
asses on the guest's clubs.

After thirty minutes of cocktails, Tony announced that dinner was to be
served.  Since there were only six chairs around the table, we had to
double up Tim and I led the way as he sat in his chair and I snuggled down
on his erection.  The rest of the guys got the hint and settled in for the
meal.

The food was brought out and placed on the table as we got into the action
It was great to be impaled on a hard rod and helping feed both of Tim's
appetites.  As we ate the delicious food, he pumped up and down in my butt.
A glance around the table verified that similar feeding was going on by
all.  Dinner was finished with a chorus from six satisfied men unloading in
hungry butts.

Tony and Brad cleared the table and said that dessert would be served in a
few minutes.  He suggested that we get more comfortable.  In other words,
it was time for the fuckees to become the fuckers.  There was a shuffling
of bodies while we got ready for the dessert.  Those of us with woodies sat
in the chairs and our partners mounted us.

It was great sitting in the chair with my dick impaled up Tim and looking
around the table to see five other couples enjoying the same experience.
Tops had become bottoms and seemed to be OK with it.

Tony brought out the chocolate fondue and fruit, and all hell broke loose.
Legs rose up as the guys turned around to feed us.  Tim decided that he
wanted to satisfy his chocolate lust by coating my nips and then sucking
them.  Hey, didn't have to twist my arm to get me to agree to that.

Chocolate and fruit were everywhere on the various bodies.  I think that we
probably had more fun than Tony had planned.  I didn't hear anyone
complaining, and a couple of guys, after shooting their loads, asked what
was next.

Brad and Tony reappeared and said that coffee and cognac would be served at
wave's edge, so we all got up and strolled down to the surf.  Tim and I
were the obvious couple of the evening and didn't have any problem linking
arms around each other as we made our way across the sand.  He and I had
set up a bonfire earlier and Tim threw a match into it to get it flaming.

We all sat around the fire as it grew, enjoying the company and agreeing
that this was a bit more fun than the structured rules of the club.  With
our private party there were no rules and anyone could do what they wanted
with each other as long as each agreed.

Coffee and cognac were brought down, and Tony and Brad were convinced to
join us.  After a bit of wrestling, we managed to get them out of their
thongs and naked like the rest of us. There were a lot of "Ohs" and "Ahs"
during that process.  Tony had been cut, but Brad was sporting a lot of
skin, and a c-ring.  And both were very erect after the wrestling match.

The skinz and the skins teams were reformed, and it was decided that Brad
and Tony would be our next game.  Tony was assigned to the skinz.  Our
mission was to see who could make them loose their load first, but each
team member was limited to two minutes of oral action before the next one
took over.  Rotating until the mission (or emission) was accomplished.  And
each of the guys were told that they would get a major addition to their
tip for the evening if they could outlast the other.

Tony and Brad stood next to each other on the beach, erections pointing out
at us.  The skinz and the skins got in line, and we started the timers.
Tim and I were last in the lines and did the duty of watching the clock
until it was our time at the bat.

It was hot seeing the group of naked men lined up in front of Tony and
Brad, with the front runner chowing down on them.  Not too much time passed
(maybe 20 seconds) until they closed ranks and got close and personal with
their teammates..  Something went into the hold in front of them, either
tongues or rods.  Whatever, there were a lot of happy guys on the sand.

I called "time" and the first two suckers moved to the back of the line and
were replaced by their next team member.  Tim and I now had a horny member
behind us playing with our holes.  We both squatted down and spread wide to
see what they would give us.  As it turned out, two tongues invaded us.

Tony seemed to be having a hard time with the oral assault on his cock but
was trying his best to hold on.  Whistling Dixie was his effort, and he was
doing a good version of the song.  Brad, on the other hand, just pumped and
pumped and didn't give any sign of getting ready to blow.  He was even
playing with his nips as he thrust his hips back and forth.

I kept up with the time on the stopwatch, and Tim and I moved forward with
each call.  He had wrapped his fist around my erection and was slowly
stroking it as I watched the clock.  Hell, I wanted to go down on him
rather that wait until my turn at Brad.  But that would be later!

We finally worked our way to the front of the lines and sucked in Tony and
Brad.  I'm not sure, but it seemed that my tongue under his skin got to
Brad faster than Tim's work on Tony.  I was just doing what I liked, and it
worked.

Brad shouted, I pulled back, and he plastered my face with a load of hot
cream.  His ejaculation caused Tony to get his nut, and he withdrew and
blew on Tim's head and over his back.

There was a round of applause from the rest of the team and we went back to
the deck.  Brad and Tony managed to get their act back together and fill
drink orders, then finished the clean-up and got ready to leave.  We asked
them to stay for more games, but they had to leave.  Tim paid them, with
the bonus to Brad, and they were off.

Some of the other guys decided that it was time for them to leave too, so
they got back into their thongs and/or shorts and bid "farewell".

Another couple, Chase and Clint, stayed behind with Tim and I.  Want to
hear about that?

Let me know at texanuc@aol.com.