THE FIRST OF A TWO PART STORY.  (EACH PART IS COMPLETE IN
ITSELF.)  Born two days apart, and spent their life together, but not until one
was engaged did they really discover each other.  The story of their wild
vacation in Hawaii!

DAN AND DAVE: LIFETIME BUDS
From the series "First Encounters of a Close Kind"
by Bill Fore  (b4@earthlink.net)

     We're as different as Mutt and Jeff in the comic strip.  Dave was born
two days before me in the same hospital, but he came out of the womb with
some kind of complication so his mother had to stay two extra days.  I'm told
that we were all released from the hospital on the same day at the same time...
me and my mother, Dave and his mother.  Our mothers met because they shared
the same hospital room.  They became close friends during that time and very
best friends as time went on.  Dave and I grew up together.  In the early days
he was kind of a beanpole... very light skinned, blond haired and blue eyed.  I
was a little shorter, more muscular, more athletic, a bit darker skinned with
auburn hair and dark brown eyes.
     I never remember a time when we were not very, very close friends. 
We never fought!  Both of us were technically bastards.  Only our mothers knew
who our fathers were, and they were not talking.  There was no man around for
guidance for either of us.  Both our mothers lived in small apartments about two
blocks apart. Maybe they got along so well because they had so much in
common and were both trying to raise little boys on their own.  
     Dave and I often slept over at each other's house, always in the same
bed, were always in the same grade in the same school, tried to play the same
musical instruments, and even went out for the same sports.  The trouble was...
I was the sports oriented guy and Dave was the artsy one.  He played a mean
trumpet, but I couldn't do anything with the damn thing.  He could paint and
draw really well, but even though I tried hard and took many of the same
classes, I could barely draw flies.
     We made one try at doing something sexual with each other when we
were about eleven or twelve.  All I remember was that we played with each
other's peckers and balls and that it felt really good.  I remember that Dave
didn't want to talk about it afterwards or do it again.  I could have experienced
those feelings every day.  It was wonderful!  I have no idea if orgasms were
involved.  We may have been too young for that.  We continued to see each
other naked many times a week, but that was the extent of how we dealt with
our young curiosities.  I was always very horny and hot for anything sexual, but
not much occurred in my life that wasn't caused by my right hand.
     I got a job clerking at Wal-Mart after school and on Saturdays during
high school.  A month later Dave got a job there, too.  I started dating a girl
named Ginger when I was sixteen, and a few weeks later Dave started going
steady with Ginger's best friend, a little dark-haired bitch named Connie.  Dave
hated my girlfriend, I hated his, but we really liked each other so we endured the
girlfriends and double dated for movies, fast food and necking in my mom's old
Pinto through most of the next few years.  
     Dave settled into sports as a so-so swimmer, doing okay at free-style. 
He was very committed and tried really hard, but he rarely came in better than
third in any event.  I was good at swimming, but best at some other sports.  I
became a competitive all-state gymnast, won most every gymnastic thing I went
out for, and therefore developed the perfect athlete's body over time.  By the
time we entered tenth grade Dave had filled out and was no longer a bean-pole,
even though he was about six-foot-one to my five-foot-ten.  
     We'd both put on considerable muscle in all the right places because of
sports, and when now I saw him in the shower I was impressed.  He had
beautiful, creamy, unmarked, off-white skin, still very blond hair with very blue
eyes, soft golden hairs in his arm pits and crotch, no other body hair, and a nice,
veined schlong that seemed a very slight bit longer than mine.  That meant his
cock was pretty good sized because I'd determined that mine was one of the
biggest in school.  I didn't feel outclassed by Dave because I had a much thicker
one with bigger balls.  
     Dave and I didn't really see each other when we were hard, but it
certainly appeared that's about the size of things in the "semi" state guys are
often in while in the showers.  Sometimes other guys would comment about the
size of my cock and balls, which made me an exhibitionist and kind of proud of
myself.
     All through high school, girls thought we were both "beaut's" and great
catches, but both of us were spoken for and "not on the market."  When I was
about eighteen I started dressing in a lot of stuff that showed off my body.  It
bugged Ginger because she thought I was showing off for the other girls, but that
didn't stop me.  Anyway, I figured she needed something to complain about.  
     We were in state college together when Dave announced to me that he
was getting engaged to Connie.  Somehow, I felt betrayed.  I thought he was too
good for her and that the little cow (short and a bit overweight) was using him
to get out of her miserable home.  He still felt hostile about Ginger, so I let it
rest.
     Ginger and I had been going together for over four years, but we'd
never really gotten into each other's shorts... just some kissing and a lot of in-
the-dark groping and heavy breathing.  Any kind of touch was better than no
touch at all, but Ginger wasn't really much for making me feel good.  She was
only a fair kisser and had lots of hang-ups.  I cared for her a lot so I continued
to live without anything sexual except for jacking off.  Every time I tried
something even a little sensual, she'd quickly stop me.  Ginger and Connie went
to the same church and thought sex was only for marriage.  I'm sure Dave and
Connie weren't having much fun, either.  In those days, in our area of the
country, that's kind of how things were for most young couples.

     Three months before their scheduled wedding, Dave won an all-expense
paid eight day deluxe trip for two to Hawaii as the grand prize in a contest on
a local rock radio station.  At first it was going to be their honeymoon trip, but
the prize had to be used before the wedding date or it would be lost.  At the last
moment, with a lot of hostility from our girlfriends, Dave and I got off work,
took a week out of school... and went.
     Wow!  I'd hardly ever even been out of my home state.  Dave hadn't
travelled at all, either.  The radio station had a big affair to see us off, and when
we arrived in Waikiki we also got the star treatment... flower lei's, a limo to the
hotel, etc.  We had a deluxe mini-suite right on the ocean front on the top floor
of a beautiful hotel with a big balcony overlooking just about everything.  
     As soon as the very friendly bellman left us with complimentary wine
and a huge fruit basket we unpacked a little and got into our swim suits.  Dave
yelled from the balcony, "Hey Danny... look at this."  I went out to join him. 
"We could sunbathe nude and nobody could see us, bro," he said.  We'd both
been naked a lot around each other, but I was surprised that nude sunbathing was
such a big idea to him.  It was true.  The inside area of the balcony could only
be seen if a helicopter flew by really close.  
     On the plane Dave had told me he was really horny and didn't know
how he could make it to his wedding day.  He even mentioned that he jacked off
a lot.  I did, too, but it just wasn't the kind of thing I announced to many
people... certainly not to my hung-up best friend.  Dave's open discussion of
sexual stuff was a bit of a surprise to me.  Not long before landing, Dave
whispered to me (with a bit of a grin on his face) that he'd even been
experimenting with trying to bend over enough to put his own cock in his mouth. 
God, was I shocked to hear him talk like that.
     After we unpacked and got settled in, I looked at the clock.  It was only
early afternoon on what I later discovered was a typical Hawaiian day.  Warm,
a little breezy and humid, with a few fleecy clouds drifting by.  Back in the
lobby in our Speedo's with a towel around our necks on our way to the ocean,
the bellman... a sharp looking, well-built late-twenties part-Hawaiian guy they
called Keiko (who Dave thought was maybe a "bit femmy")... stopped us.  He
said we should be sure to use a lot of sunscreen.  "I know it's your first time
here, guys.  Lot's of people don't know about tropical sun and even get burned
bad enough to go to the hospital.  Be sure you use a lot or you'll be miserable
for the whole time you're here."  
     He looked our near-naked athlete's bodies over a lot, took us into the
lobby gift shop, suggested what kind of "waterproof" sunscreen to buy, told us
how often to use it (and to rub it in really good), and even got us a big discount
from his "friend" who ran the shop.  They'd both been really nice and we
thanked them a lot.
     After we ate in the oceanfront cafe out under a poolside umbrella, Dave
suggested we grease each other up, so we went back to the room.  We rubbed
the stuff all over each other, and I was surprised at how freely Dave touched me. 
It was fun rubbing the lotion into every part of his beautiful, creamy white body
not covered by his skimpy "Speedo," and Dave seemed very free to do the same
with me.  I knew from obvious bulges that we'd gotten each other a little turned
on even though we hadn't touched each other's crotch.  
     Somehow, it seemed like something was very different between us.  It
was wonderful, but I didn't think too much of it since I didn't think it would
continue.
     We swam, horsed around and wrestled in the water, rented a surfboard,
fell off of it a lot, and generally had a hell-of-a-time being best friends and
"bud's" that Saturday afternoon.  When we went back to the room we were both
wiped out and a little "toasty."  The shower was big so Dave joined me after a
few minutes and washed my back.  I did his, too, and then he said we should put
some more of the lotion on each other.  "Let's just put baby oil on, Danny. 
Maybe we can lay out naked on the balcony a little and even up our tans."
     We dried, and then I rubbed the baby oil on Dave's broad back.  He did
the same to me, going all the way down over my naked buns to my ankles.  He
had me turn around, and then he did my arms and started rubbing the oil in to
my chest and stomach.  I felt a little stimulated so I looked him over and
discovered that his long cock had grown and thickened a lot, too.  Dave rubbed
the oil all over me and then concluded by even very carefully oiling my growing
cock and balls.  
     God!  He actually touched me!  My cock... my balls!  It only took a
few seconds before my hypersensitive equipment was standing tall and throbbing,
but that didn't stop him.  I was really surprised at what he'd done.  He had
actually touched me so much I'd gotten fully hard right in his lingering hands.
     I took the bottle and did everything to him he had done to me.  He was
fully hard before I even touched his long, creamy white pecker, but I went ahead
and handled him until I was certainly his cock was fully covered in oil.  I
carefully greased him up... feeling the thing wonderfully throb as I handled it.
     We laid naked in the late afternoon sun on the balcony for about a half
an hour, turning from time to time, and Dave initiated adding more oil to me
after each turn, even brushing his hand against my swollen equipment again.  I
continued to think that his touch was going to be a one-time experience with
regrets to follow, like when we were eleven or twelve, but he seemed very at
ease and turned on by what was happening.  I don't think my throbber softened
the whole time we were in the sun.
     Dave had a big bottle of some other kind of Aloe Vera skin lotion in
his bag, so after another shower together, we lotioned each other up again (with
more hard results) before getting in some tight, work-out-type street shorts and
tank tops to look around.  As we wandered around Waikiki my mind was racing. 
I could hardly believe what was happening.  My lifetime buddy and I were in
paradise together, and he'd actually been free enough to handle my body for the
first time in a decade.  I wondered again if he'd get shook up and stop like
before.  Dave certainly did seem to be very different.
     Keiko, the friendly bellman, gave us tickets to see a local rock group
that Saturday night.  I got a kick out of teasing him a bit with my body...
stretching while we were talking, running my hands up under my tank top, etc. 
Dave seemed to catch on and do the same.  He wouldn't take any tip money
from us and it was clear we turned him on.

     It was raining when we got out of the concert that night.  Actually, it
was storming... warm tropical rain, some wind, and even a little lightning.  We
couldn't get a cab, so we walked a couple of miles from downtown Honolulu out
to Waikiki.  By the time we got back to the hotel we were both totally soaked. 
I was amazed... it was about midnight and still very warm.  I pulled off my wet
clothes and went out on the balcony to feel the warm rain on my body.  Dave
joined me.  
     We stood next to each other, naked, feeling the little stings of the rain
pelt our bodies as we watched the warm, tropical storm swirl around us.  Dave
put his hand on my shoulder.  He mumbled something about being glad we'd
taken the trip and after a moment we pulled each other together in a silent hug. 
It was just a long, unhurried side-by-side hug that finally turned in to a body-to-
body embrace... no kissing.  Two very wet, totally naked bodies pressed together
for a very long time.  I felt his cock swell against my thigh.  I'm sure he felt
mine, too.
     We showered together again, washing each other very carefully.  Dave
got behind me to wash my back and ass.  He freely soaped up and down my ass
crack and then ran his fingers deeply between my legs.  Then... I felt his wet,
soapy hands move under my arms as he stood close behind me.  At first he
soaped my sides from my armpits to my hips, and then his hands moved around
me to run over my chest and stomach.  His face was at my ear.  I reached
behind me to run my hands over his thighs and ass, and somehow that caused
him to press his whole body up against my back.  I felt his very hard joy stick
pressed down against my asscheek.  His hands slipped down to briefly touch my
swelling cock.  
     His hand moved over my lower stomach for a moment and then
returned to my cock.  I'd never been touched by anyone else like that or felt
such sensations.  His other hand drifted up and down my thighs and over my
lower stomach, finally settling on my balls.  I felt Dave's insistent hardness
poking against my ass as both of his hands were wrapped around my body.  Now
he was skillfully stroking my bursting cock.  In a very short moment we were
both beyond the point of no return.  
     I spread my legs to let his cock slide down my asscrack between the
globes.  I felt like I was in a frenzy.  His touch was really terrific!  I continued
to use my hands on his ass cheeks to pull his body against me while he
proceeded to stroke me and fondle my balls with both hands.
     Dave was breathing heavily into my ear.  "God, Danny..." he whispered,
pressing his cock tightly up under my balls.  The warm water was erotically
cascading down our bodies, providing the only lubrication available for his hand
movements.  It was the first time in nearly a decade that someone else's hands
had touched my cock, other than a few moments with Ginger's fumbling fingers. 
Dave's work was clearly expert, and the sensations were beyond awesome.  He
began to buck against me, his solid lower stomach pushing against my asscheeks
with his long hardness poking up against my balls between my legs.  
     The jacking motions of Dave's hands quickly increased in intensity.  I
felt his body begin to shake and then, after a few strong thrusts of his cock up
between my legs, his cum washed my balls only moments before mine flew over
his hands and the shower walls.
     It was over almost as quickly as it had begun.  We embraced each other
lightly in the afterglow.  Then, I turned around and we held each other until our
energies began to return.  We finished washing, rinsed and then, very tenderly
and completely, we dried each other.  We moved to the bedroom and laid
together holding each other on the top of the sheets.  There were no words
between us.  No explanations.  No need for them.  

     The storm still raged outside, and once in a while lightning would light
up the room.  Nothing more had time to happen before we both quickly fell
asleep.
     The next morning there still seemed to be no remorse.  There were no
remnants of the storm, either.  We still laid on top of the sheets in each other's
arms.  After we'd awakened we both lightly touched and examined each other
for a long, wonderful time.  We lazily fondled each other's hardness as we
hugged and caressed until we both had to take a leak.  There were no still words
between us... only wonderful touching and body stroking. 
     Then, while still naked, we went to the living room, did some push-ups,
sit-ups, play wrestled and goofed off, and then showered together again.  Dave
initiated more fondling, and I quickly reciprocated, but an errant phone call from
some little kid calling the wrong room to look for his mother stopped our
explorations before they got out of hand.
     We laid around naked in the living room area of the little suite and
finally did some talking before going for breakfast.  I asked Dave how he'd tried
to suck himself, so he jacked himself up to a full boner right in front of me, laid
on the floor, flipped his legs over his body, and proceeded to get really close to
putting his mouth on his cock while giving me a perfect view of his asshole.  He
did touch the tip of his tongue to his cockhead, but said he'd need to limber up
a little to get further.  
     "Come on, Danny... you're a gymnast... you do it."  It was my turn to
jack off in front of him which, in itself, was a turn on to me.  I was surprised
that, even though I wasn't quite as lanky as Dave, I could actually put my lips
to the head of my big old cock for a moment without much stretching to get
loose.  I'd never tried it before, but I knew there was going to be more attempts
at this wonderful new sport.
     The outdoor cafe by the oceanfront pool served great food, and we knew
that our Speedo's were all we needed to wear.  On the way through the lobby,
Keiko stopped us.  He looked at me.  "What's your waist size, Danny?"  I told
him it was twenty-eight.  He asked Dave, and he said his was the same.  "Could
you guys use another swim suit or two?"  I nodded.  Keiko said he had a thirty-
one inch waist, and that he'd ordered some suits from a catalog and that they had
turned out to be too small for him.  He told us to stop by the bell stand after
breakfast and he'd get them out of his locker and give them to us.  "Try 'em on. 
If they fit and you like them, they're yours.*
     We met Keiko in the lobby after breakfast and he pulled four very small
men's bikini swim suits out of a bag.  They were even smaller than our
Speedo's, but I'd seen some guys wearing the same kind of suits on the beach
and they'd looked very good.  I put out my hand.  "Thanks, Keiko.  You've
become a real friend."  He smiled and told us we were "fabulous" looking, and
that everyone on the beach would be turned on by us in those suits.
     He was right!  The new suits seemed to be a big hit on the beach for
both of us.  I felt really good showing off my perfectly proportioned gymnast's
body and it seemed like we both got a lot of stares.  Back in the room, we
showered off the sand, then oiled up each other and laid out naked on the
balcony again.  It was clear that we were both building a good tan already.  
     I was feeling really horny, so I touched Dave's thigh for a moment.  He
squirmed as if it felt good, so I slowly began moving my hand over to his
already rock solid cock.  He "Umm'ed," so I knew it was okay.  I began to
fondle him, and soon his whole body was bucking, he was moaning, and his long
cock was throbbing in my hand.  After he sprayed a big load all over himself,
Dave quickly moved over to my lounge chair.  He sat down between my legs
facing me, put my thighs in his cum-covered lap and grasped my pulsating boner
with one hand while his other hand fondled my nuts.  He proceeded to stroke my
fat sausage and caress all of my other feel-good areas until I delivered a big load,
too.
     We played with each other for a while more, cleaned up, lubed each
other all over again, ate lunch, found a game room, goofed off, and then ended
up out on the beach until late afternoon.  Two really cute and very sexy girls
were really trying to put the make on us, but it was clear that Dave was intent
on being with just me.  He told them that we were both engaged and about to
get married.  That seemed to cool them off a little, but they still followed us
around.
     I knew that we were going to experience something more than just some
mutual masturbation by how Dave acted with me that evening.  Whenever we
were alone and couldn't be seen he would get very affectionate and "touchy." 
I returned the physical contacts and we even played a little friendly "grab ass"
in the empty hallway on the way back to the room.
     We showered together again, this time washing each other even more
thoroughly.  Dave's wet and soapy fingers strayed up and down my asscrack a
lot more than normal, and when I did the same to him I even slipped one finger
just inside of him for a brief second.  That caused him to probe me some more,
and before our shower was over we'd both finger cleaned each other's asshole's
about two knuckles deep for quite a period of time.  Of course, we'd also
thoroughly washed each other's swollen equipment, too, and by the time we were
ready to towel each other dry we were both over stimulated and feeling
incredibly horny.
     Dave crashed on the bed on his stomach.  I flopped beside him and
began running my hand lightly over his back, ass, and thighs.  Then, I leaned
over and licked his back a bit.  He seemed to like it so I began kissing and
licking him everywhere, stimulating as many body parts with my tongue, lips and
fingers as I could.  I licked the backs of his knees.  He spread his legs, so I
repositioned myself to lay between his legs so that I could lick his thighs,
massaging the tight globes of his ass with my fingers as my tongue did its thing. 

     Dave raised up his ass off the bed with his knees spread wide.  I licked
as deeply into his ass groove as I could, finally probing his newly washed
asshole with my tongue.  I don't know why I wanted to do it, or why it was so
erotic for me.  It certainly seemed erotic to Dave, also.  He squirmed a lot and
raised up some more, so I licked from asshole to balls, using my hands to spread
his cheeks for better penetration.  Dave was writhing and moaning in ecstasy,
obviously enjoying the sensations.  I finally got him to turn over, and then I
bathed his balls and cockstem until he seemed almost frantic.
     Finally, I slipped my lips over the head of his big pulsing pecker.  I
swirled my tongue around and around his sensitive cockhead.  I had just begun
to apply some suction when his body convulsed and blast after blast of his hot
cream hit my throat.  I was surprised that I didn't gag from the mouthful of his
seed.  It seemed okay and strangely wonderful to taste.  I continued to lick his
hairless balls and cock until Dave finally pulled me up to lay on top of him,
body to body and face to face.  I was shocked that Dave initiated a brief kiss on
the cheek.  By that time I was game for anything and kissed him back.
     Dave rolled us over and began kissing down my body.  In minutes his
mouth had trailed over my shoulders and chest to my stomach.  His chin was
brushing against the head of my randy lance, and I knew I wasn't going to be
able to hold out for long because of all the stimulation.  Dave seemed to sense
it too, and soon he'd slipped his lips as far over my cock as they would go.  His
tongue was working over my cockhead as if he'd gotten a degree in cocksucking. 
The sensations were unbelievable.  We thrashed and moaned together, Dave's
mouth riding my flailing body and cock while his hands ran under my balls and
probed my asshole.  
     And then, I blew!
     Dave kept his mouth on my throbbing cock while I fed him all five big
shots of my heavy cream.  I was amazed at the feelings... the total pain/pleasure
of my tender cockhead being lapped by Dave's soft tongue.  The afterglow lasted
a long time as we held each other, stroking each other's bodies, kissing each
other's cheeks, then getting closer and closer to each other's lips.
     We showered again, washing each other thoroughly and carefully, then
completely rubbed lotion into each other's browning body until we were both
hard and raring to go again.  We ordered room service, wrapped in towels until
the server had laid out all the food, and then ate together naked, feeding each
other and often playing around and even eating food off of each other's bodies. 
We spent the whole evening on the balcony, huddled together naked on one
lounge chair, holding and stroking each other until we both had another massive
orgasm.
     Then... we talked.  Lazily and wonderfully, with much affection, we
held each other as our cum dried and discussed our lives, our girlfriends, our
hopes for the future, and how wonderful the two days we'd so far spent in
Hawaii had been.  After a pause, Dave asked me if I'd ever wondered what it
would be like to have anal sex.  I was a little surprised, but I admitted I'd heard
about it and had wondered a lot.  We'd been fondling each other and were again
hard.  He raised up, looked at me and said, "Danny... I'd like to do it with you,
okay?  Let's be real careful, but let's try it tomorrow."  I agreed.
     That night we showered again and prepared for bed.  Before we went
to sleep we rolled around in attempts to achieve every sixty-nine position known
and finally fed each other another full load of seed.  Again, as we'd sucked,
we'd probed each other deeply with our fingers.  I'd begun to discover that there
was a reason so many people were hooked on anal sex.  Something deep inside
me felt very good when Dave's fingers were exploring.
     That day in Waikiki was probably the first time in my life that I'd
actually cum four times in one twenty-four hour period.  Just before we went to
sleep I mentioned that to Dave.  He said he thought it was a record for him, too. 
The he looked at me, grinned, and said, "Let's see if we can set a new one
tomorrow!"

     We were showering the next morning when the phone rang.  It was
Connie and she was really steamed that Dave hadn't called her.  (As far as I
could tell he hadn't even thought about her.)  The conversation was so long and
heated that I pulled on the other new bikini suit, grabbed a towel and went
downstairs by myself.  In the lobby, Keiko asked where Dave was and I told him
Dave was on the phone with his fiancee.  Keiko pulled me to the side out of
anyone's hearing and said he was surprised.  He said he thought Dave and I
might be gay.  I patted his arm and said, "Wishful thinking, Keiko."  He smiled
and said it didn't matter about Dave having a girlfriend.  He said he was more
interested in me.  
     Teasingly I asked him what he'd like to do about it.  He glanced around
to be sure we couldn't be heard, and then (chidingly, I thought) said he'd love
to suck my cock.  It was a light moment, so I said his mouth was way too small. 
By that time I was trying to hide a major swelling in the little shorts and Keiko
noticed.  We were still kidding around.  "My God, Danny... you may be right,
but can I try?"  I acted like I was shocked.  "Not here," I said.  He punched my
arm and laughed.  I thought it was a very exciting experience for him.  It was
an incredibly new experience for me to be teasing another guy about doing
something sexual.
     Fleetingly I wondered what it would be like if I could take Keiko up on
his offer.  We talked some more, and there were other surprises.  Keiko was
married and had an eight year old daughter.  His first experiences with another
man came at the hands of his wife's brother.  She knew about the affair, but she
loved him and had stayed with him.
     Dave finally came down from the room.  He was really bummed, and
said they'd almost called off the wedding.  I secretly wished they would, and
wondered if Connie's call would drive Dave underground and end our sex
experiments.
     After breakfast I discovered he was more intent on trying everything
than ever.
     We showered together again, this time oiling and probing each other
deeply and for a long period of time.  We were so well oiled that we went to the
balcony for some sun first.  We weren't there more than two minutes before
Dave was fisting my cock.  We got into a few uncomfortable sixty-nine positions
on that little lounge, but both of us were so steamed up that comfort didn't seem
to much matter.  Dave filled my mouth first, and then I unloaded a gusher into
him.  
     A few minutes later we were on a beach towel on the living room carpet
together, oiling and probing each other's assholes with our fingers.  Dave laid
another towel down, stretched out on the floor on his stomach, spread his legs
wide and asked me to "do" him.  I licked his asshole again as deeply as I could
for a long time, intermittently using a couple of fingers to loosen him up.   He
was squirming and finally said I should try to stick it in.  I used a lot more oil,
pressed my fingers into him as far as I could, and then finally positioned my
greasy hard cock at his back door.  It wasn't easy, and it certainly was painful
for Dave for a little while, but he wanted it badly.  
     Finally, my cockhead slipped past the fighting ass muscle, and with an
"ooof" from Dave I slipped into his incredibly hot, tight passage a few inches. 
We continued to fondle until the pain subsided and then Dave wanted me to go
deeper.  Not only was it an amazing sensation, but it was also an unbelievably
personal experience.  I laid across my best friends back, my face and his side by
side, acres of our oily skin touching, and almost all of my nine and a quarter
thick inches imbedded tightly inside his rectum.
     Dave controlled the action and he wanted me to begin some movement. 
As our faces pressed together he whispered, "Fuck me, Danny.  I want you to
give it to me."  I began to move and Dave moved with me, rotating his ass in
time with my movements.  Before long he began insisting that I slam into him
harder and more deeply.  I did.  
     It was almost as if we shook that whole hotel that morning as I thrust
my rock hard cock as deeply as possible into his burning channel.  I felt my balls
slapping against his inner thighs and our skin seemed like we were touching
everywhere as I drove my long, thick cock into his very willing ass.  My cock
had a very large head and a thick shaft that got slightly narrower at the base,
which stretched Dave's asshole in unique ways as I plunged in and out of him.
     His skin was sweaty.  He raised us up at one point, so that we were
connected doggy style.  I was surprised.  I reached under him for his cock.  It
was soft, but it was also very moist, as if he'd leaked some cum.  I concentrated
on my own feelings as it was clear my orgasm was imminent.  We stayed in
doggy position for a while, and then, as my thrusts began to have the finality of
the big blast, we again collapsed to the carpet.  It seemed like our moans and
noises could easily have been heard in the rooms nearby as I finished with a
huge, ramming, slamming, jamming flourish.  
     I drove my near bursting spear deeply into Dave as his ass moved to
meet my thrusts.  Finally, I could hold out no longer.  The unbelievable tightness
of his chute continued to grip my cock, and then, with lots of sounds and
powerful thrusts, his ass muscles milked the boiling juice from my erupting
organ as blast after blast of my cum filled his innards.
     We were bathed in sweat, and I discovered that the towel and carpet had
taken a load of Dave's jism sometime during our tryst.  I didn't pull myself from
his tight ass until I'd lost some of my fullness, and then we just laid together,
kissing more deeply than I'd ever kissed another human.
     I told Dave it was his turn, but he said we needed to recuperate first. 
We kissed some more, and then we showered, again completely exploring each
other with soapy fingers both inside and out.  I was really curious and asked
Dave how it had felt.  "Oh, God, Danny... after you finally got in and I got used
to it... it was amazing."  He kissed me fully on the lips, smiled, and then added,
"I may not walk for a week, but it was really worth it."

     We put some of the sunscreen on each other, dressed in the little swim
suits, ate lunch, and then went to play in the ocean.  It was clear that our
tanning, muscular bodies were attracting even more attention in Keiko's little
swimsuits.  I felt really good, self-confident and very powerful.  I also seemed
to be more horny than ever before in my life.  I looked over every other body
on the beach... male and female, young, my age and even middle-aged.  If they
were at all in good shape, I undressed them with my eyes, wondering what it
would be like to experience sexual pleasure with them.  I thought I detected that
Dave might be doing the same thing.  I must admit, my attention seemed to be
mostly focused on the few handsome young men I saw.
     It was mid-afternoon when we got back in the room.  We showered
together again, greased each other up with baby oil and then went back to the
balcony.  Even though I was a little tired, it was like Dave couldn't keep his
hands or his mouth off of my hot, oily body.  We embraced, fondled, licked and
sucked each other through another shattering orgasm each, and then finally we
both fell asleep.  We dozed, turned over, greased each other up again, jacked
each other off again, and finally ended up in the shower... again.

     These were days of totally unbridled lust and passion.  It was like we
couldn't leave each other alone, nor did either one of us want to.  After the
shower I collapsed on a towel on the couch in the living room.  Dave knelt
beside me to add some oil, but ended up rubbing most of it around my asshole
as I laid before him on my side.  I knew it was time for the big experiment, so
I added some oil to his swollen cock.  He knelt behind me and I raised up a leg
to open myself for him, resting my calf up against his shoulder.  He was using
two greasy fingers to stretch my asshole, but I knew it was time to try the real
thing so I placed his throbbing cockhead against his fingers.  
     He removed the fingers and pressed his cock against my oily aperture. 
I'd heard somewhere that it was easiest if I pushed out, so I did... and with a
minimum of pain Dave's randy cockhead entered my body.  His long steel rod
wasn't nearly as thick as mine, so I still felt only a little discomfort as we
pressed against each other and his pulsing pole slipped all the way in.  Since
we'd both exploded twice within the last hour, Dave had staying power. 
     Our thrashing, turbulent fuck lasted a very long time.  He held my
upraised leg against his stomach with one hand, and he jacked my newly
hardened cock with the other as he slammed his turgid pole deeply and violently
into my hot orifice.
     I was amazed at the sensations as Dave's long, thin probe with its
mushroom head slipped back and forth over what I now know was my prostate. 
I could reach his balls and also easily probe a finger or two into his asshole as
I helped him pull himself deeply into my cavern.  We must have spent at least
twenty minutes in fierce, body-slamming fucking.  Soreness was building, but
the feelings were beyond my comprehension.  Again, the humidity caused us
both to be bathed in greasy sweat.  
     It was a glorious experience, beyond anything I'd ever felt before. 
Dave's orgasm was slow to build.  Finally, with a few last furious thrusts, I felt
my guts bathed in warm fluids as he groaned, gasped, and finally collapsed on
me.
     We deeply French-kissed in the afterglow.  Dave slowly fondled and
stroked my hard cock and finally, with his still hard probe deeply imbedded in
my tender asshole I, too, again exploded over his hand and the towel I was
laying on.  We showered, again put Aloe Vera lotion all over each other, and
then collapsed on the bed for a long afternoon nap wrapped in each other's arms.
It's possible we could have slept into the night, but hunger drove us back to the
oceanfront cafe just as the sun was setting.
     We spent some time in the game room wasting quarters, and then we
both knew it was time for bed and another session of hot man-sex.  It's like we
were trying to make up for the past ten years.  I think we were both too sore to
try fucking again, but we finished that Tuesday evening trying different versions
of the sixty-nine experience through two more orgasms each.
     As we laid together in each others arms dozing off that night, I realized
that Dave had not seemed to have given a thought to Connie since the morning
phone call.  I wasn't sure where my little religious Ginger fit into my plans,
either.  I hadn't talked with her since we left home.  I certainly didn't want to
live my life without continuing the experiences of the last three days, and I
wondered if I'd be able to make it very long at all without more of the powerful
episodes I'd just had with my best friend.  
     It didn't seem like sex with a woman could be so vigorous and
fulfilling.  Somehow, using all of my athlete's muscles and expending my total
energies in fierce fucking was a tremendous experience beyond what I'd ever
imagined sex might be.  (I'd never before in my life allowed myself to even
daydream about doing anything with another guy.)
     Wednesday started just like the day before, only earlier.  It was about
seven-thirty when the phone rang.  I answered.  It was Connie again.  I got up,
quickly showered, and went downstairs while they talked.  Keiko asked where
Dave was again, and I said he was on the phone fighting with his woman.  Keiko
gave me a knowing look.  We talked a bit, but he was busy checking people out
of the hotel.  I sat in the lobby and read the paper.  Dave finally came down
about an hour and a half later, acting like a whipped puppy.
     At breakfast he said he was probably going to have to fly back home
on Thursday to save his relationship.  I wanted to tell him it wasn't worth
saving, but it was clearly not the right thing to say.  We had the room through
Sunday, with our flight out scheduled for late Sunday afternoon, and he insisted
that I stay.  "No sense in completely ruining it for both of us."  I told Dave a
little bit of what I'd been thinking about the wonderful power of what had been
happening.  He looked very unhappy and said he wanted to be sure we "got
together a lot" after the wedding.  "Maybe we can go fishing once in a while,"
he said.  I agreed, but I didn't think old Connie would let it happen.
     The waitress had been complimentary to us both through the previous
four days, and that morning she said we'd been doing a perfect job of tanning
because we'd both turned very brown very fast without burning.  We seemed to
be getting more and more stares, but Dave wasn't feeling the wonderful
omnipotence I was feeling.  Never before in my whole life had I felt so
completely in command of my situation and the people around me.
     That afternoon Dave and Connie had another long phone conversation. 
I greased up and laid out on the balcony to deepen the tan while I waited.  When
Dave joined me he said it was for sure... that he was going to fly back the next
afternoon.  I greased him up and he got an instant erection.  I got his mind off
his woman problems for a little while by sitting between his legs, tongue bathing
his cock, balls and asshole, and then sucking his wonderful stem dry.
     After that, Dave was all over me with his tongue and his hands.  We
both blew two wads each before showering together and going out for dinner.  
     That night it was again like we were trying to make up for lost time. 
The whole evening was spent in one long, amazing orgy, and Dave acted as if
it was the last sex he was going to have in his life.  Twice that night he spread
his oily body out on the living room floor on a towel and asked me to plug him. 
In between the pluggings, there were suckings, mutual jack-off sessions, a pause
for a trip to a fast food joint about a block away for a snack, and then Dave
fucked me again... long and hard... and wonderful.
     I'm sure we broke many records for the number of orgasms that day and
night... at least all personal records.  While we were falling asleep together we
also tried to set some French-kissing records, as our hands moved frantically over
each other until we ran out of steam.
     Before Dave had to go to the airport there was yet another phone call
from Connie, which interrupted a morning sucking session.  I decided to continue
working Dave over while they talked, and Connie mentioned to him a couple of
times that he seemed very distracted.  Dave excused himself by saying he had
to pack.  I finished getting my morning cream from his long, stiff feeder, and
then he reciprocated before we went to eat regular food.
     We talked as Dave packed.  We said goodbye in the room before both
going down to the lobby, so that nobody else would witness our tears, our
fondling and our deep kisses.
     And then, he was gone!

     After Dave and the limo had departed Keiko asked what I was going to
do.  I said it was time to get some exercise, practice some gymnastics and work
on my tan.  He smiled and then complimented me on how deep the tan had
gotten.  "You know, Danny, tomorrow is my day off.  My wife and the kid are
at grandmother's down on Molokai, so if you'd like to look around the island,
I'd love to show you the sights."  We talked some more, and then it was agreed. 
He'd stop by the room around nine the next morning and pick me up.
     I ran my ass off on the beach that afternoon.  I stretched, worked out,
and then practiced a lot of gymnastics moves... cart wheels, hand stands, and my
own spectacular brand of what I called "standing flips."  I discovered that I'd
drawn a bit of a crowd.  I got embarrassed when I realized it, so I went up to
the room and showered.  
     I was lonesome.  I stroked myself in the shower for a while and then
got all greased up for a bout in the sun.  Self-stroking is certainly not like having
someone else do it for you.  I wondered what Keiko and I would do the next
day.  I decided to try to tease him with my body and see if anything would
happen.  Keiko was in good shape and had nice Hawaiian features and a natural
tan.  He seemed to have a little body hair, but I'd only seen him in his uniform...
a Hawaiian shirt and some mid-thigh length shorts.
     That night I put on my short Levi cut-off's and a tank top.  I went to
a movie and then briefly talked to a few people on the busy street in front of the
hotel.  I felt a lot of eyes and a number of very friendly, hopeful "hello's," but
I wasn't about to strike up a friendship with a stranger that night.  Before I hit
the sack I stretched out and then did some more exercises in the living room...
some head stands and hand stands.  I was naked and got the urge, so I tried
again to see how far I could suck myself.  I got my lips about half-way down
my hard pole before it got painful.  I was able to suck long enough to come in
my own mouth.  Wow!  It was a surprise.  It was probably because I'd been
playing around all afternoon without an explosion.  I noticed that I tasted
differently than Dave.
     I was showered and carefully wrapped in a small hand towel that barely
covered my assets when Keiko knocked on the door.  I acted as if I was still
drying myself as I let him in.  It was the first time I'd seen him in shorts and a
tank top.  I told him the truth... he looked very sharp.
     Keiko asked what I'd been doing and if I was lonesome.  I boldly told
him about how I'd laid out bare ass, just as Dave and I had done, and how I'd
done some gymnastics.  I smiled slyly.  "I guess I'd better not tell you what else
I tried."  He tried to pry my "secret" out of me, but I told him he'd have to
guess.  I teased him by saying you had to be very athletic and naked to make it
work.  I think he guessed.
     He asked about gymnastics.  I knew it was time to test him, so I
effortlessly flipped myself up into a handstand right there in the living room.  Of
course, I knew the towel would fall off in the process.  I did a series of moves,
and when I ended up on my feet Keiko clapped.  I said I hoped I hadn't blown
his mind about the towel falling off.  I must have loved to show off because my
cock was a bit distended, even after the exercise.  He smiled timidly and said I
looked wonderful.
     I asked him if he was naturally brown or if he tanned.  He said he laid
out when he could.  I asked if he'd like to lay out for a little while before we
took off.  He hesitated.  I picked up the baby oil bottle from the coffee table. 
"Come on, Keiko... it's just us girls, man.  If you rub some of this stuff on me,
I'll do the same to you and we can cook for a little while."
     He took the baby oil from my hand.  I reached for his tank top and
began pulling it off.  He seemed a little hesitant but didn't stop me.  He kicked
off his clogs and I pulled his shorts down.  He was a little lighter around the
middle and was wearing some kind of a black leather strap around the base of
his cock and balls.  I was surprised.  "Wow!  What's that?"  His cock seemed
kind of small, and the strap held it and his balls straight out from his body. 
Keiko was definitely uncomfortable being naked in front of me.  He explained
that the strap was called a "cock ring."  I told him truthfully that he had a body
he should be proud of.  "Not like yours, Danny.  You've got the best body I've
ever seen."
     I laid on the floor on a towel and Keiko crawled all around me rubbing
the oil into my back, legs and ass.  When I rolled over I had a roaring hard-on...
over nine thick inches of throbbing meat.  He rubbed oil all over and I noticed
that his cock had expanded quite a bit in the process.  He avoided touching my
cock and balls.  I pressed his oily hand against my stiff poker.  "Don't worry,
it won't break," I said, "And I don't want it to burn."  
     Keiko was reluctant at first, but after a little while he began to very
carefully and thoroughly rub the oil into my hard equipment.  When he finished
his cock was also standing fully hard, maybe now seven inches of medium thick
meat straining at the restricting ring.
     I oiled every inch of his body, even running my fingers up and down
his ass groove and over his touchy asshole.  When I massaged the oil into his
cock he began to squirm and moan so much I thought he might explode.  I
carefully pulled off the cock ring and discovered that he had a good sized
foreskin... something I'd never really seen before.  I pulled and fondled it a bit
as I greased Keiko up, and he squirmed like the sensations felt very good.
     We baked in the hot sun, talking, turning, and adding oil to each other. 
I told Keiko that Dave and I had tanned that way at least a couple of times a day
since we arrived.  When it was finally time to get out of the sun, I coaxed him
into the shower and we washed each other.  I carefully scrubbed Keiko's
everywhere, including his expanded equipment.  
     Then, I did what Dave had done to me that first day.  I got behind him,
ran my soapy hands around his body, over his back, his ass cheeks and his
thighs.  Then I washed his sides, reaching around him from behind to scrub his
chest and stomach, pressing my hardness into the crack of his ass in the process. 
I then began soaping his pulsing cock until I had him in a frenzy.  His body
involuntarily quivered and shook as my hands moved over his hard stem.  It
didn't take long for Keiko to explode, and surprisingly huge amounts of his cum
sprayed the shower walls.
     He washed me and then lovingly jacked me off, too.  His touch felt very
different, but very, very good, and it didn't take long before I blew my wad all
over his hands and legs.  We rinsed, lotioned each other, and then I gave Keiko
a big embrace and told him I thought he was a terrific friend.
     I asked him if I could put his cock ring back on.  He asked if I wanted
to try one, since he had an extra in his bag.  For the next ten minutes we used
the leather ring excuse to fondle each other, finally getting the rings installed on
each other's hardness.  In the mirror we looked good.  I asked Keiko if he was
going to make good on his promise that day.  He asked what I meant. 
"Remember, the first time we talked, you said you wanted to suck that thing?" 
He was just finishing installing the ring around my cock and balls and I was hard
as a rock.  He smiled, and said, "Now, or later?"  Before I put on my shorts I
took the cock ring off, since the bulge looked too obscene in anything I had to
wear.
     We had a blast that day.  He showed me all around Oahu.  We ate on
the North Shore, watched the surfers on "Pipeline," playfully goofed off, chased
and punched each other, lightly hugged and touched a lot.  Keiko said he knew
where there was a private waterfall up a long rutted road, but a small group of
hippie guys and girls were there.  We skinny-dipped with them for a while and
then went on.
     When we got back Keiko was very careful about not being seen going
to my room, since bellmen were not supposed to be in guest rooms when they
were off duty.  We greased each other up and tanned on the balcony again with
the last rays of sun for the day.  I began fondling Keiko's cock, which got him
in the mood.  He knelt down between my legs on that big lounge chair and
began a most wonderful "mouth wash" of my asshole, balls, cock, and
surrounding area.  In minutes I was writhing in ecstasy, and even though he
backed off from direct sucking at the last minute, I was way too stimulated and
blew a load almost without warning.  
     That didn't stop Keiko.  He licked up whatever he hadn't sucked up,
and then proceeded to wash and suck me again.  He was clearly an expert in the
oral arts, and after a long period of wonderful love-play I fed him another load
of my hot jism.  He was so aroused by his experience that I only had to touch
his hard cock to get him writhing again.  I jacked him off to a quick cum.
     Back inside, we showered and Aloe Vera's each other, and then Keiko
hid in the bathroom while the room service guy dropped off my order.  After our
naked dinner he told me about a private birthday party he was invited to on
Saturday night.  Since it was my last night in Hawaii, he wondered if I'd like to
join him.  "All the guys will be gay, Danny.  You know Freddy from the lobby
gift store?  He'll be there.  Probably about seven or eight guys.  A couple of
them are pretty far out there.  The kid who's having the birthday is just turning
twenty-one and he's just come out.  They're trying to get a male stripper, so it
will probably get really sexy."  I was curious and said I'd go.
     I stretched out on the living room floor while Keiko watched, and then
I asked him to fondle me until I had a roaring erection.  When I was fully hard
I gave him a demonstration of how much of myself I could get in my mouth. 
I was still only able to get my lips about half way down the shaft without
straining, but it was enough to completely blow Keiko's mind... and turn him on.
     He began to stroke my cock again, so I just laid on my back and let him
do as he pleased.  For the next half hour he expertly stimulated me with both his
hands and his mouth... cock, balls, and all the surrounding area, tweaking my
nipples, and even rubbing my neck in the process.  Keiko spent a long time
holding my cock like it was a giant popsicle and just licking my tender head. 
For a long time he didn't try putting his mouth on me... he lapped at the tiny
"eye" and the "eyelids" on the tip of my pointer, and then licked the
hypersensitive little arrow just under the bulbous head.  Finally, when I was just
about frantic from the amazing sensations, he slipped his lips down over the
shaft.  He was able to get almost the whole length of my fat lance into his
mouth.  The stimulation was tremendous, and I finally fed him another full load
of my cream.
     We parted late that night after another shower, more lotion, and another
hand job each.

     I again stretched, ran and worked out on the beach on Saturday
morning.  I really missed Dave, but I was enjoying the attention I was receiving
from others on the beach.  One slightly paunchy older man with a floppy hat
stopped me on the stairs.  "Excuse me, young man.  I just wanted to tell you...
you are the best looking young man I have ever seen."  He smiled and added,
"Just thought you'd like to know."
     During breakfast I began thinking about what the older man had said...
and about the party that night.  I got a wild idea.  I knew I was in the best shape
of my life, with the added look of a deep tan and some slight sun-blonding of
my auburn hair.  I was also feeling very vigorous, powerful and sensual.  I went
to the lobby and found Keiko.  He wasn't busy so I got him in a corner.  "You
know that party tonight?  Did they find a stripper?"  He said he didn't think so. 
I looked at him for a long minute.  "I'd be scared, and I don't really know what
to do, but... what if I did it?"  
     Keiko looked shocked for a second, and then a big smile broke out on
his face.  "Oh, my god... you serious?"  I told him I'd only seen a girl stripper
once at a bachelor party, so I didn't really know what to do, but that... yes, I was
serious.  He kept repeating, "Oh, my god... that'd be wild!"  I asked if the
stripper went nude.  "Sure... usually."  I said that's the way I'd like to do it. 
"What if I did some of the gymnastics stuff?  You know, naked flips,
handstands... maybe even try the sucking thing on myself."  
     Keiko went wild.  He went to make a phone call and came back a
minute later.  "Nope, they didn't get one.  They were looking for someone new." 
I smiled.  "I'm new, don't you think?'  I don't know how he could get more
excited.  He asked if I'd really try the sucking thing.  "Sure, why not?  Unless,
of course, they'd be offended."  He laughed.  "Oh, my god... not a chance."  I
said I didn't have anything like a g-string and I didn't know what to actually do,
but that it would be fun trying.  "I've always been told that I'm a great dancer,"
I said.  Even thinking about it made my heart race.  
     He was really excited.  He said he had some stripper videos at his
house, and even some costumes.  "I'll take a break and run home.  You can
watch the videos on the VCR in your room and get all the idea's you'll need. 
Just remember, there's only going to be about eight guys and you won't have to
do much to get them excited."  I asked where the party would be held, and
Keiko said it was in a rich guy's living room in a high rise condo a few blocks
away in Waikiki.
     So I went to my room and Keiko showed up less than a half hour later
with three videos and a small box of costume stuff.  After Keiko left I got naked
and watched the videos.  One was of guys in Canada dancing in a club and
getting naked for girls.  Most of the guys stroked themselves and got hard, but
there wasn't much audience touching.  One video was kind of homemade,
probably shot locally.  The stripper wasn't very good but the scene got kind of
nasty and I got really turned on watching as members of the audience fondled
the guy and sucked him off.   Before coming to Hawaii I would have been
horrified, but now the video really excited me.
     The third video was of a few guys dancing for gays.  Two guys used
whipped cream and the audience ate it off of them.  One guy used kind of a
waterfall and a tub, and the water and oil looked sexy as he tugged on himself. 
A couple of dancers used cock rings, one crawled naked over the laps of the
audience while they played with him.  There was a lot of ideas.
     I looked through the box of g-strings and costumes.  It seemed like the
two dancers that were really popular and got a lot of cheers started with ripped
up jeans and tank tops.  I had a second pair of jeans in my bag with the legs
ripped off that were now almost sinfully tight on me.  I hadn't worn them since
I'd put on some muscle and they'd gotten tighter.  I found a red "wet-look"
leather strap in the costume box that went between my legs and over my
shoulders, with no straps on the side.  I tried it on.  It looked great, especially
if I was a little swollen.
     I greased myself up and went out on the balcony to think and to tan. 
I mulled over what I'd seen on the videos and came up with some ideas for what
I would do.  I fondled myself as I planned my dirty little show, and soon I got
myself so worked up that I covered myself with a big load of cum.
     Later, when I went downstairs to eat, Keiko offered to come up after
work and help me plan my act.  I patted his shoulder.  "I'm gonna keep it a
secret from you, Keiko.  I don't want you to get bored and leave early."  He
rolled his eyes.  "Oh, my god... not likely!"  I asked if he had a certain piece of
music, and he said his friend had the CD.  I asked if anyone had a small tub so
I could do something in the water.  He thought a minute, and then said his
daughter had a blow-up play tub.  The guy that owned the condo where the party
was going to be held had lots of towels, he said.  I told him to get the address
and tell me when to show up, and I'd be there.  "You just bring the CD and the
tub, Keiko.  I'll bring the rest."  
     I went to the little convenience store across the street and bought a can
of whipping cream, a big bottle of water, a small bottle of liquid bath soap and
a small bottle of baby oil.  Keiko gave me a slip with the address and directions
on it when I went back through the lobby.  Freddy, the guy from the lobby store,
smiled when I went by and said he'd heard I was going to entertain that night. 
He definitely didn't look unhappy about it.
     Back in my room, I watched one of the video's again, almost stroked
myself off again, did some stretching and gymnastics, tried the sucking routine
and got so far I even touched my hard lance to the back of my throat.  I put on
the tight cock ring and tried it again with even better results.  
     I left the cock ring on and put on the rest of my costume.  The tank top
wouldn't work because of the red straps on the g-string that went over my
shoulders.  I found a great black denim vest I'd brought with the sleeves ripped
off.  That, plus my tight, off-white cut-off jeans, some white sox and my black
high-topped tennis shoes finished off the outfit.  I looked in the mirror and
pronounced the whole get-up perfect.
     I cooked again in baby oil out on the balcony, memorizing my little
performance and started getting more excited by the minute.  I showered, ordered
up some fruit and a sandwich from room service, and then tried to take a nap. 
I finally was able to shut off my mind until my alarm went off at 9 o'clock.

     I showered, oiled myself really good, and then began to put on my
costume.  The cock ring was hard to install because of my slippery fingers and
the firmness of my excited cock.  I was both nervous and electrified, knowing
that I was about to take a huge step in my life.  I put on the dance strap, pulled
on my cut-off's, my sox and shoes... and the vest.  I finally decided the cock
ring made me look so big that I'd better pull on some loose shorts over the get-
up, just to get to the condo.  I packed my small overnight bag with the baby oil,
whipping cream, liquid soap and water.
     There was lots of party noise inside the twenty-eighth floor condo.  I
knocked on the door.  A moment later Keiko answered the door and let me in. 
I hid in a little bathroom and told Keiko that I'd come out when I heard the
music start.  He said the tub was blown up and off to the side.  "The word got
out, Danny.  There's eleven guys in there."  I asked if anyone would be offended
at anything.  He smiled and shook his head.  "It's a perfect crowd, Danny...
perfect!"
     I pulled off the extra pants, looked at myself in the mirror, and waited. 
My heart was beating a mile a minute.  My cock seemed to be really strained
because of the tight cut-off's and the cock ring, and looked like it would almost
burst.  I sat on the can and caught some deep breaths to calm down, taking a sip
from the water bottle.  Finally, I heard my music.  I looked in the mirror, took
another deep breath, and opened the door.
     The cheering was really loud when they saw me.  They sat close
together in a semi-circle on big padded leather couches, overstuff leather chairs,
and the floor.  Most looked to be in their twenties... and maybe a couple were
even younger.  My racing mind went blank for a second, but I smiled and started
to dance.  They clapped.  I moved around the room, starting to get that feeling
of power again.  There was one mirror on a wall where I could see myself.  I
looked very good... at least, to me.  
     Hands touched my legs as I danced very close.  I slowly removed the
vest, revealing the red straps.  Keiko and I had worked out a signal system about
who was the guy with the birthday.  He pointed to a handsome young man in
shorts and a tank top sitting in one of the big, overstuffed arm chairs.  I danced
close to him as I began unbuttoning my cut-off's.  He seemed very shy, so I took
his hands and moved them over my body.
     It was clear I had everyone's undivided attention.  I knew I was in total
command of the room.  I teased and danced, moving about the room and
threatening to pull off the cut-off's.  Hands moved over my muscled, hairless
brown legs, chest and stomach.  I finally moved back in front of the birthday
boy to force him to help me pull the shorts to the floor.  I hauled him up off the
chair to stand with me, and as he slid the shorts down over my hips I ran my
hands under his tank top and unzipped his fly.
     It seemed that they were all barely breathing.  Keiko's eyes seemed
locked on my body.  I let birthday boy sit back down, and then put one knee on
each of the arms of his chair, leaning over and nuzzling him.  I took his hands
and ran them up and down my now naked sides and over my bare asscheeks. 
I felt my ringed cock pressing hard against the over-the-shoulder g-string, and
knew if I bent over at all it would press the thing out and be revealed.
     I danced close-up and personal with everyone in the room, pulling the
straps from my shoulders and teasing as much as I could.  Often, I turned so
they could touch and caress my now very bare, muscled ass cheeks.  I stretched
the act out as long as I felt I should, and then I let birthday boy pull the strap
down.  Just as he was slipping it off, I turned to face the rest of the crowd. 
Every eye in that room was welded to my hard, ringed equipment.  My rigid
cock stuck straight out from my body, looking every centimeter of it's nine and
a quarter inch length.  There was a noticeable intake of air as I let the thing flop
around in front of my body.  I turned to face birthday boy again, taking his
hands and running them over my body before I let him sit back down.
     One of the dancer's I'd seen on the video's had flopped his cock back
and forth from side to side, letting it slap against his hips.  I knew it would work
well for me because of my size, even though I hadn't tried it, so I moved around
the room, wiggling my body and flopping it in front of the whole crowd.  In
front of Keiko I heard, "Oh, my god..."  A hand reached for my cock, but I
backed away.  I danced around the room getting as close to each guest as I
could.  
     Then, I laid down on my stomach across the laps of the four guys on
the big couch and crawled across their thighs, writhing in time with the music. 
Most of them were wearing shorts, so my cock dragged across their crotches,
often touching bare legs.  I also felt probes sticking up from their shorts to press
against my body.  
     I reached for a guys shorts and started unbuttoning them.  Someone
lightly slapped my ass.  I spread a leg to the side and another hand slipped
between them and rubbed, touching the underside of the cock ring.  His touch
felt really good so I let it continue for a bit as other hands moved over my back
and legs.  I wriggled for a few moments more before rolling over so that my
hardness was again in full view.
     This time I let them touch.  One leaned over and kissed my chest. 
Hands again moved over my stomach, my legs, my cock and my balls.  I let
them play a moment more before getting up to move to some of the others.  One
good looking guy had his shorts open and his hand in his fly.  I reached in and
pulled out his hardness.  A couple of shirts and tank tops had come off.  I moved
again to birthday boy, knelt before him and began pulling off his tank top.  He
was in good shape, tall, and had an athletic, hairless body.  I finally got his tank
top off and began to pull down his shorts.  I found a good sized cock in his
jockey underwear.  It was very hard.
     Again I stood him up in front of his chair.  I put his hand on my
erection and started stroking myself with his hand in mine.  When I took my
hand away, he continued to touch me.  I pulled his hard cock out of his pants. 
He seemed mesmerized, but not humiliated.  I slipped his shorts to the floor and
then let him sit down again.
     More and more of the guests were taking off clothing and unbuttoning
their shorts.  I sat on a lap and had two people take off my shoes.  Another
removed my sox.  I was absolutely bare now, except for the restrictive cock ring
which seemed to make my organ stick extra far out from my body.  Another guy
was wearing one, and I saw Keiko's pants open and could see his, too.  
     I got out the whipping cream and sprayed a bit on my nipples.  Two
guys licked it off.  I put some on each ass cheek and backed up to some other
guys.  They licked if off.  I bent over and shot some cream into my ass crack. 
I bent over further and a guy licked straight up my crack and all the way down
to the leather ring around my balls.  I used whipped cream on my stomach and
the two guys that licked it off bumped into my spear with their chin.
     I went over to birthday boy and shot a dab of whipped cream right on
to the top of my cockhead.  He hesitated a second, then stuck out his tongue and
licked it off.  I slipped closer to him with my knees on the chair arms, bent
backwards and sprayed some cream on my balls.  He didn't hesitate.  He held
my cock back toward my stomach with his hand and licked off every bit.  When
I started to move away from him I got an idea.  I pulled him up in front of
everyone, squirted some whipped cream on his hard cockhead, and then slipped
my lips over the rosy knob to suck the cream off with my own mouth.  I hadn't
intended to do such a flagrant thing.  I flashed on the fact that in my whole life
I'd only had my buddy Dave in my mouth up to that time, and that was only in
the past few days.
     Every guy in the room ate a little whipped cream off of my body that
night, and a couple even took the can and used it on each other.  
     I pulled the empty tub over as close to the audience as I could get it. 
I got in, took the water bottle and the little bottle of liquid soap.  Keiko stood
and helped with the water, pouring it over my shoulders as I added a little of the
soap.  I lathered myself, and then let some of the others help.  Hands were
everywhere, and soon I was covered with soapy suds.
     I looked at birthday boy, winked, and motioned for him to come over. 
As he stood I noticed that he was still as hard as he could get.  I pulled him into
the tub with me and began to wash him.  Keiko added water, I added a dab of
the soap, and finally I got behind him as Dave had done to me.  I washed over
his ass and sides, then slipped my hands under his arms from the back and
washed his chest and stomach.
     The room was silent.  Some hands were slowly fisting hard cocks, but
every eye was locked on us.  I slipped my hardness under birthday boy's
asscheeks, moving one of his legs to the side so that my cock could slip under
his balls.  Then, with both hands, I began massaging his cock and balls, pumping
my slippery wet cock back and forth between his legs.  I chewed on his ear and
kissed his cheek.  Birthday boy shuddered against me, reaching his hands above
his head to hold my head so he could kiss me back.  His shyness had disappeared
and he seemed to be letting go.  I pumped his cock as our bodies thrashed
together, and a moment later, with a loud "aaaugh" he let fly a load that landed
on two guys in front of the tub.
     I had to hold him up for a moment as his body sagged.  I reached under
his balls and pumped my cock a bit.  Birthday boy recovered and his hands
moved under his spent balls to help me pump out my load.  His body rocked, a
lot of friction was supplied by his tight thighs, his amateurish touch was
wonderful and I, too, sprayed my jism over a couple of naked bodies in front of
us.
     Birthday boy and I were rinsed off, and then I took some baby oil so
that we could both be oiled up before using the towels.  I really liked the kid,
who seemed to be very inexperienced... but also very horny.  His cock had
slightly softened after the explosion, but now it stood tall again as we oiled each
other.
     Some guys in the audience toweled us dry, and Keiko moved the tub
away to the corner.  I stood before them and stretched.  When I knew I had
everyone's undivided attention again, I did a series of flips, hand stands, and
everything else I knew I could pull off with a low ceiling and not much space. 
Finally, knowing I was limber, I pulled over a heavy coffee table right next to
the couch, laid on my back, let two guys stroke my cock until I was fully hard
again, flipped my legs up over my body, and proceeded to slip my lips over my
cockhead.
     I'd noticeably "wowed" them, so I sucked further, bouncing my legs a
bit to go further down on my stiff schlong.  My cockhead touched the back of
my throat and my lips touched the cock ring.  I laid back on the coffee table for
a second to relax and looked around the room.
     Almost everyone was naked with a hard-on.  Two guys were now in a
sixty-nine position off to one side.  Keiko was standing right next to the coffee
table with his ringed cock standing straight out from his body.  He was slowly
fisting himself and looking down at me with a warm smile on his face.  The
youngest guy in the room seemed intent on sucking me and had knelt beside the
coffee table.  Birthday boy was watching me and slowly jacking himself off, too. 
I was feeling totally sexual and very promiscuous.  I didn't want anything to end.
     I motioned for birthday boy to come over to the coffee table where I
laid.  I pointed to a bowl of condoms and lube on an end table.  He understood
my sign language and brought me one.  As the youngest guy had his head in my
lap, I took the condom from birthday boy and began to put it on Keiko.  Another
set of hands helped me.  
     I asked Keiko to bend down so he could hear me.  I whispered, "Get
behind me and fuck me, Keiko.  Let's finish this show."  He hesitated, as if he
wasn't sure what he heard.  Finally, he took up a position at the end of the
coffee table and I raised my legs.  He put them against his chest with my calves
on his shoulders.  The guy with his mouth on my cock readjusted himself to the
new position and continued licking and sucking my randy stick.
     Birthday boy and someone else used the tube of lube and fingers moved
around my asshole.  When Keiko got in position behind me, I had birthday boy
straddle the coffee table facing me.  At first he didn't understand the instructions,
but I reached up and pulled him to me so that his crotch was in my face.  Keiko
slipped inside my ass without much pain, and then I slipped my lips over
birthday boy's hard cock again.  As Keiko began to move his cock in and out
of my randy rectum, I began using my hands on birthday boy's hips to pull his
cock in and out of my sucking mouth.
     It was an improvisational foursome formed from the heat of a bunch of
passions... mostly mine.  The kid who was sucking me was getting good, and
playing with my straining balls at the same time.  He was keeping time with the
pace set by Keiko's cock as it slipped in and out of my rectum and back and
forth over my prostate.  I was sucking birthday boy's hardness while using the
fingers of one of my hands to caress his balls.  I pressed the fingers of my other
hand in and out of his asshole.  My nose was being tickled by the considerable
pubic hair on his otherwise hairless body.  There was also a faint and very
exciting man-smell that caressed my nostrils with every breath.
     Birthday boy wore out first, filling my mouth with violent spurts of his
sweet tasting nectar.  I filled the mouth of the young one moments later, and
after a minute more of some now-fierce ass fucking, Keiko finally exploded
inside the rubber in my ass.
     I pulled birthday boy's face down to my mouth and kissed him hard,
probably feeding him back at least a taste of what he'd fed me.  The young man
who had just sucked my cock stood up beside the coffee table, grasped his own
hardness, stroked himself for a few moments, shuddered and then pumped out
a load all over my chest and stomach.  Keiko was slowly removing himself from
my asshole at the same time.
     I took birthday boy by the hand and led him to a nearby bedroom.  It
was obviously the master so I knew it had a bathroom attached.  He and I
showered together, washing each other in much the same way Dave and I had
done that first time.  We hugged and kissed each other for a while in the privacy
of the locked bathroom, and then we dried each other.  Birthday boy and I
returned to the party.  Everyone had stayed naked for refreshments, and before
the night was over two other guys sucked me dry as others watched.
     Keiko drove me back to the hotel.  He said he'd never even dreamed
anything could be so wild.  I asked him to come up for a little wine, so he
slipped up another elevator and knocked on the door a few minutes after I'd
arrived.  The troops at the party had taken up a collection for the entertainment. 
He handed me a pile of hundreds, twenties, fifties, ten's, five and one's.  It all
added up to seven hundred and twenty-six dollars.  I was shocked.  I'm sure the
rich guy that owned the condo was the major contributor.
     We got naked again, then cuddled and kissed on the warm balcony for
a long time.  Later, Keiko offered me his asshole on the living room carpet, flat
on his back, bent double, with his legs in the air.  He asked me to be careful
because of my size, but said he wanted to have it happen as something special
he could remember me by.  It was very special, and took a very long time. 
Since I'd come so many times that night I had to get my load to build up again. 
     Keiko made me keep the red leather dance strap and the cock ring... "for
future performances," he said.  He left as the sun was coming up.  There was
very little time for sleep.  I rode the plane back home knowing that the week in
Hawaii had changed my life forever.

EPILOGUE

     It did change, as you'll learn from my story of "Danny, The Model" (the
sequel to this story).  Dave quit school and moved twelve miles away to another
town to work for Connie's father and get their apartment ready for the wedding. 
Connie kept Dave and me apart allowing only one very brief meeting.  She never
let him out of her sight, so the time I did see him she was standing next to him
the whole time.  I guess she thought I was bad news for him.  Dave certainly
seemed miserable, but it was his life and he was no prisoner.   
     I never even had a chance to tell him about the wild things that
happened at Keiko's party.  It was only fodder for my constant sexual fantasies,
which now had radically changed from obscure dreams of women to very
specific, mind (and cum) blowing dreams of handsome men, their hard bodies,
hard cocks and balls.     
     I didn't dare try stripping around my home town, even though I wanted
to very badly.  I didn't know if there were any opportunities, but I wouldn't have
dared to explore them if the occasion arose.  
     Ginger and I still dated on Friday nights, regular as a clock, but there
was nothing exciting about it for either one of us.  It was now more like an old
habit than anything else.  Every Friday... dinner and a movie, with a little in-car
kissing and furtive grab-ass before we said goodnight.  Unlike Dave and Connie,
our relationship wasn't a huge and constant, fighting crisis.  We got along.  That
was it!  
     I continued to work out constantly, perfecting every muscle of my bod.
My symmetry became my passion.  My Hawaii experiences taught me that I had
a very special look that I ought to keep perfecting.  I bought a membership at
a tanning salon to keep my golden brown look, worked at Wal-Mart, stayed in
school to the end, even keeping up with the classes I took for Dave's sake.  One
of them was "art," and that's what opened all the new doors for me, even though,
as I said, I couldn't draw flies.

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