Date: Fri, 26 Jun 1998 09:45:43 EDT
From: LenZelig@aol.com
Subject: The Surfer (M/M, muscle, interracial)

The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male to
male sexual fantasy.  If that's not you, please read no further.

Practice safer sex.

All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real
persons implied.

The Surfer (M/M, muscle, interracial)

This story uses characters first introduced in Bill's Continuing Education
previously posted and archived.

    LenZelig@aol.com

   When I wrapped up my finals at UCLA, I took off for a surfing adventure in
Hawaii. I had landed a summer job for the peak tourist season at Universal
Studios theme park in the valley. It would start on June 25th and I didn't
think I'd have much time for surfing the local beaches once I was working full
time. I had eight days to relax and have fun. It would be nice to surf in the
warm water where I wouldn't need a wetsuit and, if I were really lucky, maybe
I'd get some big waves, though the really huge surf is normally gone this late
in spring.
    The plane got in a bit before two in the afternoon. While I was waiting
for my backpack and board I managed to snag a ride with a couple of soldiers
as far as Wahiawa in the middle of the island. From there I hitched with a
Hawaiian couple, riding in the bed of their  pickup with their two preteen
children and a large black dog. When they slowed to let me off at Waimea Bay,
it was still before four. I figured I still had a couple hours to try the
surf. I had planned to camp near the beach to save money.
    Waimea Bay was a crescent of white sand that sloped steeply into the
ocean. A small stream split it in the middle. A path that descended from the
level of the two-lane road reached the beach. Cars filled the parking area and
overflowed alongside the roadway. At this time of day most of the traffic was
up from the beach.
    It looked like the surf was running about eight to ten feet. It would
break quite close to shore because of the steep slope of the bottom. I found a
spot to drop my pack and spread a towel on the sand. I sat a while to get a
feel for the waves. There were a number of surfers still active. Some looked
to be Hawaiian, another group were of Asian stock and about a third were
Caucasian; white was not a good description since everyone was deeply tanned.
The vast majority was male and most were quite good.
    After watching for several minutes I grabbed my board, plunged through
the surf line and paddled out to where the surfers were waiting to grab their
waves. I spotted a likely swell and stroked to catch it. As I felt the wave I
stood up and carved down the face. I experimented with a few simple cuts to
get the feel of the conditions and stayed ahead of the break until the wave
turned to foam. I kicked off and paddled out for another.
    I continued to surf, trying more aggressive maneuvers as I became more
confident. As the afternoon wore on the waves grew a bit bigger. This was what
I came to Hawaii for. Towards evening I caught one of the biggest waves of the
day, about twelve feet. I had done a couple cuts along the face and had just
cut back to the right to run with the break in the wave that was coming from
my left. As I turned I saw that the wave had already broken behind me. I was
about to cut for shore when another surfer popped out of the tube into my
path. I tried to avoid him. As he zipped below me I was tossed from my board
by the force of the tumbling water and slammed into the bottom.
    "You OK, man?" I heard a voice say.
    I ached everywhere. I opened my eyes. I was on my back in the sand. A
huge Hawaiian guy was kneeling beside me. I tried to push up to my elbows. I
was sore but it looked like everything was working. "Yeah, I think so," I
replied evenly.
    "Sorry about that. I didn't see you through the curtain."
    "No," I disagreed, "I just didn't see you were on the wave with me."
    "Can you stand?"
    I tried but felt a bit dizzy and sat back down. "I think I need to rest a
bit first."
    He squatted next to me. As he did his thighs bulged with muscle, filling
the legs of his baggy surfing trunks until they fit skin-tight. Each one was
almost as big as both of mine. His arms and chest were huge too, bigger than
anyone I'd ever seen, including guys in bodybuilding magazines. I looked up to
his face and he smiled at me, his even white teeth contrasting with the golden
brown of his skin.
    "I'm Paul, Paul Kolani," he stated.
    "Hi, I'm Eric Sanders. Call me Rick. Thanks for your help. I just got in
this afternoon. Not a very good start to my vacation I suppose."
    "Where are you staying? I'll give you a ride. With a little rest you'll
be fine."
    "I don't have a place. I was planning on camping on the beach. My pack
should be just over there," I said pointing to the spot.
    "Well let me offer you some Hawaiian aloha. I have a place near here and
you're welcome to stay there. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
    I looked down to the ten inch bulge that was outlined along his inner
left thigh by the stretched fabric of his swim trunks. "Thanks again. I'm sure
I will."
    He noticed where I was staring and smiled even more broadly.
    Just then another Hawaiian, who looked like an exact match for my friend,
came running up carrying his board under one arm. As he stopped Paul made
introductions.
    "This is my twin brother, Andy. Andy, meet Rick. We sort of bumped into
each other and he's agreed to stay with us."
    "Great brah," he said to Paul while grasping my hand with a firm clasp.
    "Let's see if you can stand. I'll help you," offered Paul as he lifted me
upright with an arm under my back. As I reached my feet he held me against his
side, supporting more than half of my weight. Andy grabbed the three boards
and walked beside us. We retrieved my stuff and walked off the beach.
    They put the gear in the back of an old beaten pickup, helped me into the
cab and piled in on either side of me. Andy started the engine and drove down
the road toward the setting sun. I was sandwiched between these huge
Hawaiians. I was forced to lean forward as their broad chests completely
covered the width of the seat.
    Now I am six foot one, about 180 pounds and an athletic swimmers build
toned by surfing, some light weight-training and varsity soccer. These guys
were a few inches taller and must have been at least twice my weight. And, it
was all muscle. Their arms were  bigger than my thighs. Their chests and backs
bulged with mass and narrowed to a small waist that was little thicker than
mine though they sported abdominals that stood out in clear definition even
when relaxed.
    "You must be a bit squeezed," commented Paul looking down at me. "Why
don't you sit on my leg."
    I licked my lip and nodded consent. He put his hands on my waist and
lifted me effortlessly to straddle his left thigh. The muscle felt hard as
stone. My weight barely dented his flesh. He held me to him with his left arm
around my chest, the bulging biceps under my armpit and his fingers toying
with my right tit. I placed my much smaller arm over his, holding his wrist
for support as the truck moved along the twisting ocean front road.
    I felt the bulge of his long flesh tube rub against the inside of my
right thigh, insulated by the two layers of cloth from our trunks. Amazingly,
even though it must have been ten inches long, it was still soft. As the shaft
rolled between our legs, it didn't stay soft long. It pulsed as blood rushed
in to fill out its dimensions. The bulge in Paul's trunks extended inch after
inch down the leg as his awakened member competed for space with the thick
thigh muscles.
    I started to respond to the sight of his hardening dick and the
stimulation from my close contact with his hot muscles. I reached down to
adjust my own piece, now almost fully expanded to its eight inches. It nearly
poked out the waistband of my suit over my left hip. Paul saw what I was doing
and reached his right arm around me. He stroked my dick with the thumb and
forefinger of his powerful hand and then rearranged me until I was pointing
vertical with the top three inches poking clear of my suit along my abs.
    "That's not too bad for a boy, but I know you are eager for a real man-
sized dick," he stated as he held my hand and pushed it along his still
lengthening shaft. The added stimulation accelerated its growth. He used my
hand to guide it into a deep furrow between heads of his quadriceps and, with
that little extra freedom, it quickly pushed down his leg until a few inches
poked beyond his trunks near his knee.
    I needed no urging to reach forward and touch the massive head of that
monster. Bright red with fresh blood, it had grown completely free of the dark
brown cover of skin. I rubbed my fingers over the smooth flesh. It was hot.
Paul moaned as I continued my ministrations and rewarded me with a squirt of
his precum.
    "Have you ever been fucked by something like that?" asked Andy observing
our actions.
    "Your not going to try and force me, are you?" I asked suddenly very
concerned. "I've fooled around with some guys in college, mutual masturbation
and sucking, and I've fucked a couple, but I haven't been on the receiving
end. I'd love to try and suck it, but I don't think I could even get the head
in my butt without killing myself."
    "You're our guest," assured Paul. "We won't do anything you don't want,
but I bet you'll be begging for our dicks pretty soon."
    Andy turned right into a narrow dirt track that headed through dense
brush. "Our place is just a few hundred yards," remarked Andy. "It's on a
small cove by the ocean and is pretty isolated from our neighbors."
    As we pulled into a clearing that contained a small cottage elevated on
pillars about a dozen feet above the ground, Andy honked the horn. Four
Hawaiian men ran from various tasks around the compound to greet the vehicle.
They were naked. I could see they all had athletic to muscular builds, though
nothing like Andy or Paul. And nicely equipped too, ranging from seven to just
over nine inches. They seemed excited by the boys' return.
    Andy pulled up under the house and Paul helped me out of the cab and held
my back against his body, my ass crack resting against the firm cylinder that
snaked down his leg.
    "These are our older brothers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John," said Andy
pointing out the bodies that went with the names. "Our parents live in Las
Vegas since they retired so we have the run of the place."
    "Rick here is our guest," continued Paul to his siblings. "Anything he
wants, do it as if we asked for it." The others nodded. "How about a shower
while Luke is finishing dinner."
    As one guy ran to the house, the other three starting removing our
trunks. The man assigned to me had mine off in a jiffy. I stepped out of them
and he picked them up and tossed them aside. He then pushed right up against
me until our dicks were side by side and started to jack us with both hands.
He looked me right in the eyes and smiled. As I enjoyed his work he seemed to
be waiting for something.
    I gasped as I was smacked right between the legs. Paul's trunks had
finally been pulled down below his knees, freeing his cock to snap up. It even
extended a few inches past both the bodies that straddled it. Paul pushed his
sibling away and held me around the waist as he walked over to an outdoor
shower station, holding me several inches off the ground. As we traveled he
slid my body over his shaft, plowing the furrow between my cheeks and down
through my thighs. I saw Andy was already under the spray. Another brother was
on his knees before him, bringing him to the same size as Paul.
    "Matthew here is the eldest," said Paul of the man kneeling down before
us. "He started fucking Andy and I when we were twelve and kept it up
regularly until things changed last year. Now he's the best cock sucker. Show
Rick what you can do."
    Matthew used both of his hands to hold my dick alongside Paul's while
Paul withdrew until our tips were lined up. Opening super wide both of us were
squeezed into his mouth. He licked around the crowns, sharing his time between
us. Paul pushed us forward so a few more inches forced their way inside. His
mouth was a bit lopsided as Paul's shaft was twice as thick as mine.
    After about six inches I felt our dick heads hit his throat. Paul held me
as he pushed three or four more of his inches down his brother's throat. I
felt the friction along my entire length. Then he pushed my last two inches
and two more of his down that over-stuffed gullet. Matthew's nose was buried
in my blond pubic hair, completely sheathing both shafts to the point were
Paul's continued under my scrotum. It was the tightest I've ever been
squeezed.
    Then Paul moved back, holding me in place. The friction of him moving
along my length was exquisite. I let out a loud moan, followed by a startled
grunt as Matthew's throat muscles closed around me once Paul withdrew. When
Paul pushed in again I could feel the crown of his mushroom head scrape by
mine as he returned to depths nobody else could reach.
   Paul moved us back and forth exploring all the possibilities for two men
in one mouth. All the while he held me in the air as if I weighed no more than
a beach ball. I knew I couldn't take much of this and in a few minutes, as
Paul pushed deep, I erupted with five strong blasts down Matthew's throat. It
must have coated the last few inches of Paul pretty thoroughly, because he
definitely slid easier on the outstroke and I could feel Matthew's tongue
shift into overdrive as that part reached his mouth. Meanwhile I barely
softened and was back to full hardness in a few more strokes.
   Paul showed his brother no mercy as he pounded his throat faster and
faster. I didn't see how the kid could breathe with so much crammed inside. A
few more minutes passed and I could tell from the urgency of his thrusts that
Paul was on the brink. So was I.
    I felt his spasm start under my crotch and race down the shaft where it
was pressed to my own. Matthew's eyes snapped wide as the force of the fluid
shooting into his body stuck him. Paul withdrew until we both were clear of
the throat. His throbbing dick brought a new explosion from mine. We unloaded
into Matthew's mouth as he tried to swallow. Paul shot a gusher. I could feel
it flood the oral cavity, bathing my own squirting dick with warm cum. Since
you couldn't get a tight seal around two tubes of flesh, a good bit leaked out
coating my pubic hair.
    Paul must have cum for a good minute and a half. I didn't think anyone's
balls could hold so much, but they matched his huge cock. When he finished,
Paul pulled us out of poor Matthew's mouth. My entire cock and the last eight
inches of his were coated in white and Matthew continues trying to swallow the
flood that still filled his mouth.
    Paul finally set my feet on the ground. I reached down and wiped of a big
handful of the juices that coated me before the shower spray washed it away. I
licked my palm with my tongue and decided I liked his taste, so I cleaned off
the rest. Meanwhile, Paul was sliding his sex pole out from under my body. He
was, amazingly, still hard. The pole pressed up against my bottom as he slid
it under my scrotum.
    As he got his bulging cock head clear, it began to push up my ass crack,
slicing through my cheeks like a knife through butter. This knife also spread
something, but it wasn't butter. I felt it stop right on the rosebud of my ass
hole. He didn't push in, just held it there. I felt the heat from it flowing
up into my body yet I shivered. My hole started to contract rhythmically
against the intruder. As it did I felt the opening begin to expand and the
first fraction of an inch of that immense shaft started to enter.
    I got afraid and pulled away. His dick popped clear of my butt and
slapped up against his abdominals. "Well, maybe later," he said softly. "You
know you want it." I knew I did too, but could I handle it?
    "Why don't you come over here and suck on this," suggested Andy. "John's
just been warming me up and I'm ready for you to take over," he continued as
he pushed John, who had taken him until his nose was flush to Andy's groin,
away. He slipped inch after inch back out of John's gullet until it came clear
and he pointed the tip of his spear in my direction.
    I placed my hands on the shaft. It took both to encircle it. When Andy
let go it required some effort to hold it in position at about 45 degrees from
vertical. It wanted to pull me towards Andy's body. I bent over and moved my
head next to the flared crown. It was almost as big as my fist.
    I licked around it. At first I just tasted the residue of John's saliva,
but it was soon bubbling precum at a furious rate. That tasted like his
brother Paul, not surprising since they seemed to be identical twins.
    "Try and suck it," urged Andy.
    I opened wider than I ever had in my life and pushed the head of that
dong inside. It was an effort to keep my teeth clear, but I got it in. It
filled my mouth to bursting with just the head and a couple inches of shaft,
but at least it was easier to manage once the flare of the helmet cleared my
teeth and I only had the somewhat slimmer shaft stretching my lips. I licked
around the bottom with my tongue that was now bathed in the lubricating juices
flowing from the tip.
    "That's a great start," encouraged Andy. "We'll help you get in position
for the rest."
    Help? Rest? I was thinking as he held my shoulders in his vice-like grip.
I felt powerful hands, that could only be Paul's, hold my hips. I was lifted
up until my legs rested on Paul's shoulders, his head between my thighs. I had
pivoted around my shoulders that were held so I remained impaled on Andy's
cock. I still had my hands wrapped around it near the middle. As my body was
manipulated so I was lined up with Andy's pole, assuming a 45-degree angle,
pointed down. My head was forced back by the unyielding presence within it,
opening my throat.
    I panicked.  However, all I could do was grunt around the plug in my
mouth. My body was held so securely that I couldn't even wiggle. My eyes were
wide as I looked down at least twelve more inches that sprouted from his
black-haired bush.
    They lowered my slowly and I felt myself ingest more of the shaft. The
bulging crown pressed up to my throat and forced its way down. They had
positioned me so it was lined up just right. It went deeper and deeper as I
saw my face approach Andy's muscular torso. The abdominal muscles grew to be a
wall of bricks that filled my vision. Only a few inches to go now. Slowly,
they pushed me to the bottom. It felt like the shaft was stabbed against my
beating heart.
    I was held there. My panic subsided. I could still breathe around the
intrusion. I smelled Andy's male aroma, so strong with my nose in his hair.
With no free cock to grab, I explored, feeling his marble thighs, cupping a
pair of orange-sized balls now drawn up tight under the shaft, and testing abs
that felt as firm as the brick wall they resembled visually.
    Seeing me calm down, they started the outstroke. I saw it reappear from
my body inch by inch. It felt like being turned inside out as my tissues
clutched at the moving shaft. Soon the crown pulled out of my throat and
entered my mouth.
    Then Paul pushed his head into my butt. He licked my balls, but quickly
moved on to his real target. I felt his tongue rasp over my ass lips. He
circled the target and then pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against the
entrance. Again I started to spasm around the intruder. As he pierced my
rosebud, they started to lower my back down. This time they filled me at both
ends. Paul added a hand around my cock and started jacking me too. I was hard
in an instant.
    As they moved my down and back I was assaulted by sensations from my ass,
dick and throat. It was overwhelming. I lost track of time. Eventually a voice
said something about cumming . I felt a tremendous pulse race down my throat,
a new and unexpected sensation. They were pulling me off. Three more pulses
followed before they pulled it out of my throat. Then my mouth flooded with
Andy's seed. I couldn't swallow because he still filled my mouth with his
flesh. The next overflowed past my lips. They moved me off some more until
just the tip of the head was through my lips. It was like drinking from a fire
hose. I could swallow now and did so as fast as I could, but new waves would
hit as I gulped and the excess would spray from my mouth.
    I know Andy came as long as his brother, but from my perspective it
seemed like forever. I finally had to grab the shaft and pull it off my lips
or I would have drowned. It continued to spurt, creaming my face, hair,
shoulders and back. Gradually the flow subsided. I released my hold and his
piece snapped back to his body. He was still hard.
    I was exhausted. Paul took a final plunge in my ass with his tongue and
lowered my legs from his shoulders. They set me upright, but I staggered and
Paul held me against him. I saw a few lines of white dripping down his bulging
chest where I must have sprayed him. I hadn't realized I had cum during the
last episode. I was a mess. Most of my upper body was coated with the residue
of Andy's orgasm. Someone had turned the shower off while I was being face
fucked, so I reached to turn it back on to clean up. Paul stopped me, saying I
looked fine and that it was time for dinner anyway. Paul carried me up the
steps to the house. I was too weak to walk.
    The twins sat in two large cushioned chairs at the front of the living-
dining space. There were floor to ceiling windows that provided a view of the
ocean and access to the lanai that wrapped around the house. Some were open
admitting a cool evening breeze.
    Paul positioned me to sit on his lap with my legs splayed wide across
both of his tree-trunk thighs. His cock, hard still, passed right under my
bottom and stuck out a good nine inches in front. My own cock, now soft at
just under four inches, rested on top of it with my loose balls draped one on
either side. Andy's cum was still dripping from my hair and oozing down my
torso.
    Luke put a tray between the chairs and started serving. I found the bread
useful for absorbing the wettest areas of cum and it was sure tastier than
butter. As we ate the twins told me about themselves, how they got their
fantastic physiques and the dominance they now exercise over their older
brothers in retribution for abuse while they were growing up.
    Three of the older brothers ate in silence at a small table. They jumped
whenever Andy or Paul asked for anything. I noticed that Matthew was the one
missing and inquired about it. Andy said that Matthew worked as a scuba
instructor in Waikiki  where he had an apartment. They allow him to live there
five days a week. He is marrying a beautiful Japanese-American girl next
month. Andy and Paul are the best men. Their wedding gift is to release their
eldest brother from his sexual bondage. Though the gift comes at a high price.
They plan to seduce and initiate his virgin bride the night before the
ceremony while Matthew watches secretly. Then they'll take him home and fuck
him until he'll barely be able to walk down the aisle.
    The boys must have been badly abused while young. Now they need to be in
control sexually and their powerful bodies assure them of that. They seemed
kind and considerate to me, a stranger, but they certainly took control
sexually, pushing me into situations where they set the boundaries. Here I was
still coated in one boy's spoor, marked as their sexual property. I found that
kind of exciting.
    As I thought about what awaited me, my prick started to come back to
life, extending itself along Paul's much larger member until it almost reached
the ridge of his cock head. Paul noticed this and suggested we adjourn to the
bedroom. He carried me there in his arms as Andy followed.
    The master bedroom had a single king-sized bed in the center. Two walls
were glass with doors open to the lanai. The curtains were open allowing an
unobstructed view of the ocean and rapidly darkening post sunset sky. Paul
placed me in the center of the bed and lay down beside me. Andy lay down on
the other side. The bed creaked with almost a thousand pounds of muscle on it.
    One of the brothers, John I believe, came in with a tray piled high with
condoms and a couple of bottles of lube. He looked at the twins and they
pointed him to Andy's side of the bed. Paul turned me on my side facing him.
    "We're going to fuck you now," he stated. "We'll start slow, no more than
about eight inches on the first round. As we promised, if you want to stop, we
will. Is that OK with you?" I nodded. "You should suck on my dick while Andy
is getting started. It will take your mind off what's coming. We know this
will be painful to start, but if you stick it out it'll be worth it. We have a
lot of experience breaking guys in to handle our size. Trust us. When we're
done with you...Well you'll see."
    I held Paul's thick pole in my two hands, pulling it slightly toward me
as I bend my head down to reach it with my mouth. I licked the crown, opened
wide and pushed the tip and four or five inches inside. Massaging it with lips
and tongue, I was soon rewarded with a steady flow of precum.
    I felt Andy start with his preparations. He first split my legs with one
of his massive thighs. He pushed close to me slipping his stiff pole between
my legs and up along my abdominals next to my own hard dick. It outreached my
eight inches even though I couldn't see the base behind my legs. It was over
twice as thick too.
    I felt a finger tip probe my ass. It spread lubricant around the
entrance. I shivered as a breeze blew against the exposed opening. The finger
withdrew, but soon returned. This time it probed and pushed in, spreading lube
around the inside of the ring. My ass muscles clutched at it. He moved it in
and out until the muscle relaxed. He pulled it out again and returned to
plunge into my butt as deep as it could go. I felt the knuckle. He probed,
found my prostate and stroked it. A wave of excitement coursed through my
body. I squeezed Paul's dick and sucked at it hard.
    After a minute he pulled the invading digit partway out. The tip of a
second finger starting stroking my ass ring. When I relaxed, the second finger
pushed inside. He quickly pushed both in to the hilt and started rubbing the
walls of my intestines to coat them with lube. Then both fingers massaged my
pleasure button and another wave crashed over me. He repeated the process with
a third finger that really forced me open. He inserted the tip of a squeeze
bottle alongside the fingers and squirted a healthy shot deep inside me. When
that was done even a fourth finger was added. He moved them in and out and I
closed my eyes as my ass was forced wider and wider. Apparently satisfied he
held his hand in place as I relaxed against the intrusion.
    Opening my eyes again, I saw Paul rolling a condom on for his brother. He
was handed the bottle and slathered on a generous coating of lubricant. Paul
then reached for my upper leg and, holding it near the knee, forced it up
toward my side, spreading my cheeks and freeing Andy to move into position. I
saw the now sheathed shaft disappear behind me and knew that they were ready.
    "Remember, concentrate on sucking my dick," cautioned Paul.
    That's easy for you to say, I thought. You're not about to have a fence
post shoved up your butt. However, I tried.
    Andy spread his four fingers to stretch me even wider. Then he relaxed
and repeated the procedure again and again until I got used to it. Then I felt
it. His sex pole, hard as a real fence post pushed open my glutes adjacent to
his hand. I felt the tip probe at the point his fingers entered my depths.
Paul stroked my head with his free hand and them placed it to keep me pushed
into his dick. I knew they were ready to take my ass.
    I felt the fingers spread my ass once more. Then they were out and,
before my hole could react, something even bigger stabbed through the opening.
My flesh yielded to his irresistible hardness. There was a flash of intense
pain as he pushed the flaring head in. My scream was stifled because my mouth
was stuffed with Paul. The doorway conquered, Andy stopped for a minute to let
me adjust. My sphincter clamped down on his shaft just behind the flare of the
crown. My ass was packed with Andy's flesh.
    With a hand free Andy took over manipulating my leg from Paul. As Paul
caressed my face he assured me that the worst was over. I prayed he was right.
He moved to jack my dick that had gone soft as I worried about my first
penetration. He soon had me hard again.
    When Andy felt my ass ring start to accommodate him he knew it was time
to continue. Another stab forced three more inches in and shoved the crown
past my prostate. Pain as my rectum was expanded, followed by pleasure of the
stimulation. He moved in and out now using short strokes. The pleasure hit me
again and again. My own lubricant oozed out and Paul spread it as he
intensified his jacking motion. They drove me over the brink. I came. My first
shot hit me in the face and the next splashed on Paul's dick just an inch from
my lips. The next few hit the sheets before the rest dripped out on Paul's
hand. I managed to get a bit more of Paul into my mouth so I could lick up a
bit of that load.
    When I calmed down after my explosion I felt that Andy was in even
deeper. I thought I could sense him deep inside my gut.
    "I'm in half way," he confirmed. "You took it like a real man."
    I reached a hand between my legs and touched the spot where he had
drilled me. My flesh made a firm seal around his steely pipe. I traced it
backward from my body, exploring the eight plus hard inches he had held in
reserve for this first fuck.
    Andy started stroking his flesh through me. As he pulled a few inches
out, it seemed like the friction was trying to force my intestines out my
asshole. Then it was back in again. He started a steady fuck rhythm, gradually
increasing the length of his movements. I began to get into it. When he built
to the point that he withdrew the lip of the head past my prostate, it drove
me wild.
    He increased the tempo. Now he was going out until the head was caught by
my ass ring and plunging in till he was halfway buried in one continuous
shove. I'd grunt each time he refilled me and sigh contentedly as he eased
out. At least that's what I tried to do though it didn't really sound like
that with Paul's fuck stick stuffing my mouth.
    I concentrated on the sensations emanating from my gut. My dick throbbed
in excitement. As Andy built the pace I was sweating like I were in a sauna. I
approached the peak of ecstasy and then he stopped with his dick at the bottom
of the stroke and held it there. I calmed back down as my sexual frenzy
receded. When he saw I had recovered sufficiently, he began again climbing the
mountain. I again neared the top and again he paused. We started again and
again. I felt like I had run a marathon. When he stopped for the seventh or
eight time, I pulled Paul's cock head from my lips.
    "Please," I begged, "finish me I really need to cum."
    He started again without responding. I hoped he would grant me my plea as
I resumed my sucking of Paul.
    He picked the pace up until it was faster than ever. I responded by
reaching and exceeding my past plateaus of pleasure. I felt orgasm rushing at
me, unstoppable now. My body spasmed as my dick shot a bolt of cum onto Paul's
plate-like pecs. I shot another as I felt a new sensation build deep within my
body. Like the beat of a huge heart in the midst of my stomach, Andy's thick
member shook my soul as he started to unload. My own dick was forgotten as
Andy erupted like a Hawaiian volcano. His hot lava poured forth with such heat
and force that I could feel it even through the latex.
    Again and again he poured his essence into me. I had to pull Paul from my
mouth to gasp for air. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," I grunted as he continued to rock me.
Eventually I felt the sensation weaken. I was limp, soaked with sweat and
totally exhausted.
    Andy slowly lowered my leg then held my hips as he extracted his sex
pole. The helmet lodged against the inside of my ring of abused muscle. With a
sharp pull he ripped it out. I gaped open to the air for a few seconds before
my body realized it was gone and clamped shut. They rolled me on to my back.
    I looked up at them. Andy's dick, still stiff and plastered against his
abdominals, dripped with my ass juices. The condom had swelled with his seed
to the size of a light bulb. The head was bathed in the white fluid where the
filament might be. He removed it squeezing the neck to avoid spillage. He
skinned the rubber back over his fist and raised the opening to my mouth. I
stuck my tongue in the end of the sleeve. He relaxed his fist and the contents
poured into, over and around my mouth. I swallowed more of their spunk and
licked my lips to lap up the spillage I could reach.
    "It looks like you enjoyed that," commented Andy. I nodded.
    "Now its my turn," put in Paul.
    "I'm beat guys. Can't I rest for a bit?"
    "We're only starting," insisted Paul. "Andy began loosening you up and,
while you're open, it is my job to finish. You liked what Andy did and you
haven't felt anything until you see what we'll do to you when we really get
in. Why don't you fuck Andy? We'll get you in and you can rest on his broad
back."
    Paul didn't wait. He fitted me with a condom and brought my dick back to
life with firm strokes of his hand. Andy rolled onto his front side and split
his thighs his long shaft stuck out several inches to the side of his waist. I
was still too weak to move so Paul moved me in position with his arm around
me, holding me over Andy's broad back. I reached out with my hands and held on
to the sides of his lats as they flared from his shoulders.
    The muscle guarding Andy's ass was as strong as the rest of him. Even
though he relaxed the opening, when I tried to enter my cock was deflected
instead of forcing the gate. Again Paul helped out, plugging the end of his
spear into his twin. That was irresistible. He had me get in position,
waiting, touching the point where the two siblings joined. He jerked out and,
with a powerful shove on my butt, forced me into Andy right to the root. A
split second later his gut clamped down on me. I was held in a vice-like grip.
Andy squeezed and relaxed his interior muscles, stimulating me with my having
to move an inch.
    With my dick clamped in Andy's ass, Paul moved my legs above Andy's
spread thighs. My knees touched the bed on each side of his narrow waist and I
lay my chest on the mounds of muscle that formed his back. I awaited Paul's
pleasure.
    After getting a condom, Paul leaned over his brother and I. I felt his
chest press against me as he placed the pillars of his arms on either side. He
poked my ass. He sliced through my cheeks, exploring the crack until the tip
lodged against the target. He pushed down on me. The pressure on my opening
rose higher and higher. I felt my flesh give as he forced the gate. In a flash
of pain, resistance vanished and he plunged into me. I muffled a scream in the
muscles of Andy's shoulder.
    Paul started a slow fuck motion with short strokes. Each inward thrust
would take him a bit deeper. A few minutes of this and he was in as far as we
reached the first time. He started to plow virgin ground. I expanded to
accommodate him. He was irresistible. I am sure he could thrust right through
me if he wanted, but he kept a slow steady pace to allow me time, mentally and
physically.
    He reached some bend or restriction within me. I cried out as he pounded
a couple times at the barrier. He stopped for a minute as if considering his
next move. Staying pressed to the obstruction he slowly raised the force he
applied. Deep inside I felt him demanding my body to yield to his needs. With
a bit more effort he rearranged my internal anatomy to allow him access.
Resistance collapsed and his last few inches buried themselves in my ass. His
groin touched my body, my butt flattened and I was squeezed between the boys.
    "I'm in," he announced, a Hawaiian warrior proud of his conquest. "You
took it like a real stud." I was pleased that I earned his respect and was
ready to serve him.
    He resumed the fuck, still taking it slow, but building the length of his
strokes. As he moved my body was shaken along the entire length, over 16
inches, of his massive manhood. It was not just my prostate or ass ring, but
also places down in the center of my body that had never been stimulated
before. Andy relaxed the pressure trapping my own cock. As Paul pulled up he
took my ass a bit with him, sliding my eight inches in Andy's still clutching
hole. Then Paul would do the down stroke and force me back into his brother.
The sensations were incredible.
    After a few minutes of this I was rocked by another orgasm, spitting my
seed into the condom. Andy sensed my excitement and tightened himself against
my pulsing member. As I finished and rested my head on his left shoulder, he
turned his head and we shared a deep kiss.
    But Paul was just warming up. He knew I was ready for an all out fuck and
started to increase the speed. Now his pile driver strokes were the full
length of his shaft, almost fourteen inches, leaving only the three inch bulb
of his cock head inside, then pistoning through my gut until our three bodies
slammed together with a slap of firm flesh on firm flesh. Every nerve in my
body tingled with excitement.  The heat from my Hawaiian studs flowed into my
body, from Andy's ass up my dick and from the massive log Paul lodged in my
gut. It radiated from there throughout my being. I lay in my own sweat that
pooled in the deep muscle valleys of Andy's wide back.
    "Oh...oh...please...ah," I mumbled and moaned, well beyond the point of
rational thought. I came again, then fell exhausted on Andy's back.
    Yet Paul wasn't done. He moved to a higher level, even harder and faster.
The sensations doubled and redoubled. I was pushed into convulsions of
pleasure in spite of my mental and physical overload.
    "No...oh...it...oh...too...oh...much," I gasped or at least tried to. Paul continued
on even faster. When he came my whole body shook. His cock was in to the hilt
and it all bucked and pulsed, sending waves of excitement from my head to my
toes. Then he shot. I could feel the first load race down the entire length of
his hose and spray from the nozzle with such force that it could be sensed
through the condom. I had another orgasm in sympathy though the rest of me was
too weak to move a muscle.
    After what seemed hours, but must have been just a minute or two, he
finished and rested his chest over my back. I was enveloped in over seven
hundred pounds of bulging sweating muscle. My normal-sized body almost
disappeared between these two muscle giants. After a few minutes of rest the
twins shared a wet kiss.
    "Now it's my turn for a deep fuck," insisted Andy.
    "No," I protested. "I'm all in. I need some rest. There's always
tomorrow."
    "Well, brah, you can always do me," offered Paul.
    With that Paul rolled off Andy onto his back. He held me with a forearm
around my chest so that I moved with him and wound up resting face up on his
hugely bulging torso, using his mountainous pecs as pillows. He still had me
totally impaled on his mighty member that apparently softened not one iota. He
moved my legs to straddle his thighs then held me with one arm around my
chest, a hand playing with my tit, while the other stripped off my rubber,
tossed it aside, and started to rub my soft tool. The muscles of his thirty-
inch arms pinned my sides as I held onto the round peaks of those monster
biceps.
    Andy got behind us. His sixteen and a half inches looked ready for
action, pointing straight up to the ceiling. He raised his twin's legs to his
shoulders, laying them in the deep valley between bowling ball deltoids and
the wide pyramid of his traps. When Paul's legs moved back it forced mine to
spread even wider and up as Paul kept my ass pressed to the base of his shaft.
    Andy held his thick sex pole and forced it down to line up with his
target. Apparently the twins don't use condoms with each other. I had a
ringside seat to watch it as, inch by inch it disappeared inside in one
continuous motion. I felt Paul's excitement as he shivered under me and,
inside, his cock twitched in reaction to the anal stimulation. Of course, a
small twitch of that tremendous stake up the center of my body felt like an
earthquake to me.
    As I watched Andy take his pleasure from his identical twin, I knew they
had been gentle with me. He powered his pole with tremendous force. The
bulging muscles of his arms, chest, trunk and thighs standing out in dramatic
relief, dwarfing any bodybuilder I'd seen. As he slammed his body into Paul's
butt, it would rock us both. Again and again, faster and faster, I saw him
build his passion. I caught the reaction in Paul's cock as he tightened his
ass with a force that would have probably pressed my prick into a strand of
spaghetti, but brought these supermen to a new level. Now both the boys were
sweating rivers with the effort. Finally, Andy plunged in for a last thrust
and unloaded. Paul reacted to the molten stream of cum with his own orgasm,
going wild inside me. I joined them, but only a spoonful dribbled onto Paul's
hand from my empty balls. They both continued pumping for over a minute. I
felt the bulb of trapped seed swell in my belly as a second voluminous load
was added.
    When Andy finished. He pushed his brother's legs off his shoulders to the
sides and leaned over us. "What's your pleasure for the next round," he asked
me.
    "I'm exhausted," I confessed. "It `s near eleven o'clock. That's two in
the morning for me. I'm still on Los Angeles time. I'd like to get to sleep.
Tomorrow is another day...Can I take a shit and a shower first though?"
    "OK, Rick," agreed Paul. "We've been a bit selfish, but you were a lot of
fun and a real good sport."
    Andy pulled back and stepped off the bed. Paul started to pull out of me,
but I stopped him.
    "Better keep that cork up my ass until we get to the toilet or I think
we'll have a mess."
    Paul carried me around the waist into the master bathroom and set me
facing backwards on the seat. I leaned toward the reservoir as he slid out of
me in one smooth motion that reminded me of my earlier thrills. As I expected
my liquefied shit poured out when the plug was removed. My limp dick added a
solid stream of piss. As I was relieving myself, Paul anointed me by dumping
the pint of seed contained in the condom over my head and rubbing into my
blond hair like shampoo.
    As I got up I saw myself in the mirror. I was virtually covered in cum,
some dried, some drying, and the fresh stuff matting my hair and flowing down
my face.
    Andy had started the shower. I stepped into the stall and felt the water
start to wash the residue of the hottest sex I'd ever had off my body. The
boys joined me after a short stop of their own at the toilet. Though it was
built for a couple, the designers of the shower weren't planning on people the
twins' size. With me added it was tight.
    I started by cleaning the boys. That gave me a great opportunity to feel
each of their muscles. They were about three inches taller than I at six foot
four. I particularly enjoyed cleaning their chests. The pectorals were massive
slabs of muscle over a barrel shaped rib cage. They had half dollar nipples of
a slightly darker red-brown than their deep bronze skin tone. My cleaning
motion brought fingertip like points up on them. I really couldn't resist
licking them.
    Their bodies flared in a broad "V" down to a 32-inch waist. The
abdominals bulged with definition as if there really were a six-pack trapped
under the skin, but they felt like they were carved in marble. They didn't
have a trace of a tan line, just an even deep golden brown color all over.
Their dicks were a bit darker except the crown poking out of the foreskin was
a bright red-brown similar to the nipples. I got a got look at those pythons
and was amazed that I'd been able to take it whole from both ends. It was
almost as thick as my fist with a big vein running the length and smaller ones
branching off and crisscrossing the circumference.  They reached up to just
under their pecs. That was mid chest height for me. They were both still hard
despite all the activity.
    I stuck a soapy finger up Andy's butt to clean him up. He clamped down on
it so hard I yelped with pain. He relaxed his muscles after demonstrating the
restraint he'd used when I fucked him and allowed me to proceed. I then did
their incredible thighs. Each one was as thick as my chest. Deep valleys
formed between each of the bands of muscle that composed the pillars that
supported their bodies. Their calves were as big as my thigh.
    Then it was their turn to do me. They cleaned me as thoroughly as I did
with them, running strong soapy hands over every inch. They started with my
matted hair and worked down. When they did my waist, Andy turned me upside
down, holding me suspended in the air facing him. Paul started by soaping my
feet. Andy raised me higher as Paul proceeded up (down?) my legs. By the time
Paul got to my crotch, my face was even with Andy's dick head, so I swallowed
it. Andy was never one to miss an opportunity.  He lowered me onto him until I
had his entire piece in my mouth, throat and who knows how much even deeper.
Andy inhaled my own small sex pole that he soon brought up to its full eight
inches. Meanwhile, Paul continued cleaning. I felt him easily insert three
soap-covered fingers up my loosened hole and, after doing some cleaning, go to
work on my joy button. A few minutes later we achieved our release. Andy
delivered his load straight to my stomach, while my balls had recharge enough
to give him a decent taste.
    Andy pulled me off and set me upright on the floor. We stepped out, dried
each other and headed to bed. The sheets had been changed while we showered.
Paul said they always allow their older brothers to sleep with their soiled
sheets when they are occupied with guests.
    It was warm enough to dispense with coverings so we lay on top of the big
bed. I was between the two twins using their thirty-inch biceps as pillows.
Soon I was asleep.
    I dreamt I was in a deep valley. The hills looked like the boys'
abdominal muscles. I came to a forest. The trees were huge thighs that met far
overhead. Big snakes hung from the trees. The snakes dropped and attacked me.
I ran and they chased me. I ran until I became entangled in vines. I moved
through the dense tangle slowly. I was very thirsty. Between the vines I saw a
fountain. I drank.
    I woke up. It was morning. I was in a jumble of huge arms and legs. I had
one of the boys' cocks in my mouth. I could taste fresh cum. Though I couldn't
see it I knew where the other cock was, plugged up my butt. The warmth from
what I assumed to be fresh man seed was spreading deep within me. I located my
own arm in the mix and grabbed the shaft I was nursing. One of the boys
stirred. It was Andy in front of me. We started to untangle. Paul woke up then
and realized where he was.
    "Sorry about that, Rick," he apologized. "Guess I'd better wear rubbers
to bed if I'm going to fuck in my sleep. Feels like a good load too. I'm sorry
I missed it, but I had a great dream."
    I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to risk unprotected sex, but I
was kind of excited to have his seed in me. We just disentangled. Then they
each threw another fuck at me properly suited. Cum was great lube because it
was down deep where normal procedures couldn't reach. After a sexy shower we
had breakfast. They let me choose which of their older brothers to fuck and
they did the other two.
    They were going to surf pipeline today. The waves had built from
yesterday influenced by the remnants of a typhoon passing a thousand miles
north of the islands. Twenty feet or more was expected. Their brothers brought
trunks and dressed us. They wanted me to wear one of the twin's suits. It fit
fine in the waist, but was real baggy in the legs because my thighs were
nothing like theirs. We went to the surfboards. They had over a dozen. They
selected two of the longer boards and insisted I use one of theirs instead of
mine. They said it would be better for really big surf.
    After they loaded the pickup with a cooler, straw mats and some towels,
we took off.
I didn't see much of the trip as Andy was fucking me the whole way. He just
put my butt on his lap with my back resting on the dashboard. He rolled up the
leg of his trunks and just pushed his sheathed pole up my loose fitting trunks
and into my hole. I don't know if any of the other cars saw what we were
doing, but I really didn't care. Andy brought us off just before we pulled
into the parking area.
    As we carried our gear to the beach, I saw and heard the power of the
ocean today. The waves broke further out than yesterday because they were
larger. We set up camp near the top of the sand. Then we grabbed our boards
and headed to the water. There were a few surfers already out, less than
yesterday, and more just watching.
    I really got pounded going out through the breakers, but made it. I
rendezvoused with Andy and Paul where they were waiting for their waves. Andy
took off and then Paul. I watched as they caught their rides, stood up and
disappeared down the steep faces of water. I paddled to catch the next swell.
I kept it easy to start and had a great ride. The mountainous waves were
exhilarating.
    I surfed for a couple hours. I tried hitting a few tubes and made it
through once. I was tossed off my board by the waves plenty. Getting pounded
by a hundred tons of water is no picnic. Yet it was great and what I'd come to
Hawaii for. After awhile, however, the pounding wore me down and I headed in
to take a break.
    I plopped down on the mat we'd spread and watched the twins in action.
They were really superb. I saw several tube rides. They'd stay up easily in
situations that would toss most of the guys I've seen into the foam.
    The waves had continued to build and the lifeguards posted hazardous surf
warning along the beach. Only a handful of surfers were out now including Andy
and Paul. There was a good crowd watching the action. A half-hour later the
boys rode a wave to the beach and trotted up to our patch of sand. Several of
the other surfers were running alongside, congratulating them.
    I got up to add my compliments as they approached. They tossed their
boards to the sand. We were soon surrounded by a group of guys. Paul held me
next to him with an arm around my back while Andy stood on the other side of
me.
    When they finished offering praise on the boys' surfing, Andy introduced
me. Then I got congratulations, usually with remarks like "I'm surprised you
can walk much less surf." Since Andy hadn't said anything about sex, I figured
these guys had past experience with them. I was right. They were all real
hunks with a range of ethnicity. Some looked like bodybuilders, from light to
heavy, but none approaching the twins. There were swimmer's builds like mine
and a couple of gymnast types.
    A Japanese-American bodybuilder, about five four, a hundred sixty pounds
of lean muscle, asked the question the group was really interested in. "When
are you going to have us over? You know that once you break a guy in nothing
less is truly satisfying." Others added agreement.
    Andy indicated he understood. Meanwhile Andy had slipped a hand down the
back of my trunks and pushed a finger up my butt. I was proud I had the place
that these hot studs wished they were in.
    Someone suggested a party Saturday night and they agreed. There was a
cheer from the group. Several of them had major bones showing just from being
close to them. I was one of them.
    "You guys ought to enter bodybuilding shows. You could take the state,
national and Mr. O just by showing up," urged the bodybuilder who had spoken
first. "I could help you put a posing routine together."
    Paul laughed. "You know we have a big problem that's a bit hard to hide
in posing trunks. We'd give the audience quite a show."
    "I've an idea. I'll bring some posing trunks for you Saturday. You're 32
inches at the waist, right?" They nodded.
    "Ok. We'll see you all Saturday at six," repeated Andy as they broke up.
    We had the lunch that Luke had packed in the cooler and went out for some
more surfing. I tried a couple waves and avoided a wipeout, but I thought that
the conditions were getting too big for me so I headed in. The boys did
another hour. Only a couple others dared the surf with them.
    The next few days were an ideal mix of sex and surf. By now I was
comfortable with the monster meat the boys would shove up my butt and down my
throat. The surf wasn't so extreme, but well above normal for June. It was
thrilling while not quite as dangerous.
Finally, Saturday arrived.
    Luke had set out big trays of vegetables with a cream dip and various
fruits. There were sport drinks, fruit punch and, for energy, protein shakes.
There was no alcohol that might interfere with sexual performance. Big stacks
of condoms were located around the house. The other brothers were in the
compound to park cars, take care of the guest's clothes and to be available if
anyone needed to warm up.
    Paul and Andy each gave me a powerful fuck before the guests arrived
since they would be spending most of the time with the others. I was in the
living area when six o'clock rolled around. Several cars arrived right on the
dot. Their drivers obviously didn't want to waste any time.
    The bodybuilder from the beach was in the first group. The boys took him
and another to their bedroom. A couple others came to talk with me while they
waited. In the next minutes several others arrived including some that I
hadn't noticed surfing. The word must have gotten around.
    I was quite popular, being the guy most recently the object of the twins'
attentions. A number felt my asshole to see how it was holding up to several
days of near steady sex. Most also wanted a fuck with me too since they would
be sticking their dicks into a hole recently fucked by their Hawaiian gods.
    The boys worked through their guests by twos. I saw the short bodybuilder
come out with a contented smile. I talked to him a bit. He was married with
two kids. This time I felt his ass. He said it took a bit of work to stretch
enough to be comfortable with the boys, but he managed. He doesn't intend to
let them put him off so long next time. I played with his muscles while I
fucked him as he leaned on the rail of the lanai. Then I sucked him off and
swallowed his load.
    It was near ten by the time the twins had worked the crowd through.
They'd managed to fuck each of the sixteen guests. They joined us in the
living area and there was an immediate clamor for seconds. But the bodybuilder
brought out the posing trunks and asked if they wanted to try to put on a show
for the group. The twins agreed if they were able to get into the skimpy
briefs.
    The bodybuilder had them slip them on and raise them to their thigh level
just below their cock heads. They did. He got behind Paul and took hold of the
thick shaft by reaching through his legs. Then he bent it back and shoved it
up Paul's own ass. It pushed about nine inches inside until it arced just
beneath his big balls. Paul pulled the trunks up and adjusted the package a
bit. He still had a big bulge in there, but it didn't look outrageous. Andy
got the same treatment. The boys tried some movements to test how it felt
fucking themselves.
    "It feels just like you," they said simultaneously to each other. We all
had a laugh with the identical twins.
    They gave us a posing demo under the coaching of the bodybuilder. Their
muscles flared hugely over their entire body. It was fantastic. You couldn't
really tell about where their cocks were buried unless they did a pose with
their legs split wide and you had a view of their rear. They did about thirty
minutes emphasizing one muscle group after another. They shifted from one to
another as everyone cheered them on.
    They were doing a standing double biceps when a change came over their
faces. Their muscles tensed even tighter and you could see their abdominals
ripple. They gasped in surprise as they flooded their guts with their hot cum.
In a few seconds their seed started to leak out, flowing down their legs and
dripping from their trunks to the floor. When the orgasm ended they were
thoroughly soaked with their own juices.
    "Well, for a show you only have to pose for a few minutes," offered the
bodybuilder.
    "Don't be disappointed. It was fun. We'll give you a call next week,"
Paul assured him. "Who's ready for another round?"
    They stripped off the trunks. Paul picked the bodybuilder up in his arms.
Andy grabbed another guy and they carried them into the bedroom. A scramble
ensued for the discarded trunks.
    Most of the guys had to be helped from the bedroom after the second
visit. They were exhausted and suffering sensory overload. The older brothers
half carried those cases into the living room and lay them on the carpet. They
usually fucked those too tired to protest but still conscious.
    Round two was followed by round three. Most everyone was out of it by his
third visit. There were hunks sleeping in groups of two or three all over by
then. The twins helped the last pair back to the living room. They say their
bodybuilder friend and I were the only ones still active. He was fucking me
doggy style.
    "Looks like the party's about over," commented Paul surveying the scene.
"Why don't you two join us for a nightcap?" He picked us both up, still
coupled, with one powerful arm around our waists and carried us into the
bedroom. I felt my fucker cum as we were en route.
    Paul tossed us on the bed. We did a sixty-nine while the twins fucked us.
It was dawn before we got to sleep in a jumble of arms, legs and cocks.
    I have to rate that trip to Hawaii as my best vacation ever. I can't wait
to go back.