Date: Sat, 2 May 2015 13:18:55 -0400
From: JD <powercyclist@gmail.com>
Subject: Hawaiian Vacation part 2

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HAWAIIAN VACATION – Part 2



After three days of hiking Matt and I decided to spend a restful afternoon
at the resort's pool. Little did I know it would turn into a day of big
surprises.


The first came after our post-sex shower when we were getting dressed for
the pool. Matt went into his suitcase and pulled out a new white
speedo-style suit. That was a switch for him – he'd always preferred board
shorts.


"What do you think?" he said as he held them up.


"Very nice," I said. "But will your penis fit in it?"


"I don't know," he said. "This is my first time trying them on."


It was a fair question, because Matt is hung like no one else I've ever
been with: seven inches soft, more than eight when hard and fatter than a
small child's arm. He normally wears extra loose pants to keep his bulge
from being so prominent.  This swimsuit was going to be an adventure.


Matt slid the lycra garment up his legs and pulled it over his firm,
muscular ass. It fit fine in the back. Even better, the suit was one of
those with a seam in the crack of the ass so it highlighted his delicious
bubble butt very well.


The front was not so easy. At first Matt tried stuffing his cock and ample
balls in the front pouch, but it looked like he'd put a large orange into
his suit. We both laughed at the way it looked, sticking out a good six
inches from his waist. Then he tried tucking his junk to the left and the
right, but no matter how he arranged his package it was still very obvious
that he was packing massive meat.


"You should just go out nude," I told him. "That suit doesn't leave much to
the imagination."


"That's why I got it," he said. Then he tossed another swim suit to me.
"Try it on," he said.


It was just like his, only dark blue, his favorite color. I put it on and
off we went to the pool.


****


Matt got a lot of attention from the other hotel guests as the pool
attendant took us to the cabana I'd reserved early that morning. People of
both sexes squirmed uncomfortably in their pool chairs as he walked by. I
suspect he would have gotten about as much attention even if he'd worn a
less revealing suit. But in this white speedo he was sex on a stick.


"They're all looking at you, I told him."


"Not true," he said. "A lot of them are looking at you."


"He's right," the pool attendant said, though I'm not sure to who.


Once we reached the tent Matt put his day bag down, grabbed a beach towel
and dashed off to take a swim in the lagoon by the hotel. "Come with me,"
he yelled.


"Later" I said, winking at him.


Maybe half an hour later he came back up from the beach. He was soaking wet
and just as I'd suspected his white suit was practically transparent. You
could clearly see not just the outline of his big dick but the dick itself.
It was lewd, over the top and very hot.  I wasn't the only one who noticed.
Quite a few men and women unconsciously began rubbing themselves between
their legs. A few of them took pictures.


One male couple about twenty feet away from us seemed especially
interested. They looked to be older than me, I guessed in their 60s, and
Matt was clearly fantasy material for them. Both of them were showing wood
and making no effort to hide it.


While Matt was inside the cabana tent resting out of the sun one of the
excited men walked over to where I was sitting.


"Excuse me sir," he said. "Is that your son in the cabana?"


"No," I said, laughing. "Our relationship is a little different than that."


Matt had overheard the question. "I call you daddy sometimes," he said.


The man sat down in a vacant chair and chatted with me for a while. I
learned that his name was Jason and his partner was Sam, and they'd been
together for almost 30 years. Honestly he wasn't very interesting and I was
about to jump in the pool just to get away from him when he whispered that
there was something he wanted to ask me.


"Go ahead," I told him.


"Can we have more privacy?" he asked.


"Anything you want to tell me you can say in front of Matt," I answered.


"Very well, then. My partner and I have a proposal for you. Your boy is
very good looking and is, shall we say, exceptionally well endowed. And you
sir are quite attractive, especially your amazing chest. We'd love to watch
the two of you have sex. We're not asking to participate, just to watch and
maybe satisfy ourselves while we do. And we are prepared to pay, shall we
say, $1,000 to watch you fuck him and to watch him fuck you."


I almost laughed. The guy acted like he was offering us a life-changing
amount of money. Matt was about to start a $200,000 a year job and I was
making well more than that. Hell, our suite cost more than that per night.
I was a little insulted by their offer, and thought about telling him to
shove his money up his ass but then I had a better idea. We certainly
planned to fuck after the day at the pool. Maybe we could have some fun and
teach these guys a lesson.


"We might be willing to do that," I said, "but I have a little different
bargain in mind." Then I whispered to Matt, who smiled and nodded in
agreement with my plan.


"We'll have sex and let you watch," I said. "I'll fuck Matt and then he'll
fuck me, and we'll do it in your hotel suite. But we don't want your money.
Instead we'd like for you to join us in the shower after we're done. Is
that a deal?"


The guy's eyes lit up like it was his first Christmas. He thought Matt and
I were going to have sex with him and his partner.


"That's a deal," he said. "Shall we say six o'clock?"


"No," I answered. "We will say five o'clock."


"Excellent," he said. "A little before dinner treat. We're in Suite 531.
I'll see you at five."


****


Back in our room Matt and I cleaned ourselves out and showered together to
get ready for our debuts as sex performers. I washed Matt, taking a long
time with his huge cock, which was already partially hard, and his massive
shaved balls. When I was done he got behind me and spread the Kiehl's bath
wash all over my chest, paying attention to my nipples. He rubbed them,
then twisted them and finally tugged on them until I was moaning loudly. He
knew that this nipple play was likely to make me horny and it did. Next he
cleaned my penis, which by then was rock hard. He took good care of my
balls, alternately covering them with soap and then pulling them down
sharply. I was getting incredibly horny, as I'm sure Matt intended.


Just when I thought I was about to shoot my wad he loosened his grip on my
balls and switched to cleaning my back. He started with my shoulders, which
he loves, then worked his way down to my ass. He massaged my cheeks until I
was purring, then spread soap around my hole. I was surprised when he stuck
a finger in, then another and a third.


"We need to loosen you up for the big performance," he said as he twisted
his fingers around in my ass. "It's been a while since my cock has been
here."


"A few months," I told him. "I wish I could give it to you more often,
because it feels great every time you fuck me, but it also leaves me sore
for weeks."


To my surprise Matt stuck the head of his cock in my ass. It was painful at
first; when you aren't used to bottoming for a cock that's eight inches
around at the head the initial penetration can be a lot to take. He waited
for my ass ring to loosen and then slid the rest of his cock in. I gasped
and felt my hart racing, just as I did every time he is inside me.


"Does that feel good, daddy?" he asked as he slid his cock back and forth
inside me. "Those men are going to be so jealous of me, getting to fuck a
hot stud like you."


"They'll be jealous alright," I told him, "but they think you're the hot
stud. And you are."


He only stayed inside me a couple of minutes before pulling out. He turned
me around to face him and kissed me passionately. I reached down and took
both our cocks in my hand and rubbed them together, but stopped when I was
about to cum.


"Let's go," I said. "We'll give them a shower they'll never forget."


****

At precisely five o' clock Matt knocked on the door of room 531, just down
the hall from our own suite. Jason, the gentleman who'd made me the
indecent proposal, answered the door. He invited us in and offered us
champagne. We both declined, ready to get down to business.


Matt and I quickly undressed each other. We'd just worn shorts and
t-shirts, so that didn't take long.


Despite their promise to keep hands off our hosts were not content to be
passive spectators. As soon as matt was naked Jason walked over to him and
began to rub his ass and fondle his cock. Sam approached me and put his
hands on my pecs, grabbing them roughly. "You have hot nipples," he said as
he began to pinch and tug them.


Matt, who didn't seem to be enjoying Jason's attentions, walked over to me
and took Sam's hands off my chest.


"I'll take care of those," he said. "You guys go have a seat and enjoy."
Once they had backed off Matt  attached a pair of nipple clamps to my
chest. "Now fuck me," he said. "Fuck me hard. And cum in my firm young
ass." He climbed onto the bed, laid on his back and raised his legs,
exposing his tight hairless boypussy. To tempt me even more, and tease our
audience, he wet his fingers and stuck them in his hole.


"Fuck your boy, daddy. Give me your big cock."


Between the nipple clamps and the view of his perfect rosebud I was more
than ready to take him. We'd both lubed ourselves after the shower, so Matt
took my full length on the first thrust. He moaned, I sighed. Then I began
fucking him for all I was worth.


Matt is far from passive or quiet during sex. As soon as I was fully inside
him he wrapped his strong legs around my waist, grabbed my back and pulled
me in for a kiss.


"I love feeling your cock in me," he moaned. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me deep.
Fuck me. Fuck me."


When I leaned up from the kiss Matt grabbed the chain that was attached to
the nipple clamps and pulled it toward him. It felt like the tips of my
nipples were going to be torn from my chest. I yelled, half in pain, half
in extreme pleasure. Then, without much warning, he used the muscles in his
ass to clamp down on my cock. That sent me over the top.  I shot inside
him, seven spurts of my thick cum bathing his insides. My whole body shook
from the intensity of the orgasm.


For the first time I looked at out two hosts. They were jerking one
another's surprisingly large cocks, but not too vigorously. I could tell
they were waiting to shower with us. They had no idea.


Matt usually cums while I'm inside him, but this time we had a job to do so
he held off. But after getting dick from me he was fully hard and very much
ready to take me. I left him on his back, climbed up on the bed and sat on
his stomach. We kissed while I rubbed my ass crack against the head of his
dick, teasing him.


"Does daddy want some of my big cock?" he asked.


"I want all of it," I said.


"Then get on and go for a ride," he said.


 The best way for me to take a huge dick like Matt's is to sit on it, which
lets me control the pace. I held his cock in my right hand and slowly
lowered my ass until my hole was directly above the head of his man rammer.


Sam and Jason, still jerking their cocks, moved behind us at the foot of
the bed so they could watch him have his way with me. They gasped as my ass
lips opened up to accept Matt's dick.


Once the head was snuggly inside me I took my time getting used to the
invasion, then slowly began to lower myself onto his telephone pole of a
dick. I think the sessions earlier in the shower helped me get comfortable,
because Matt was balls deep in me in record time.


"Does that feel good, daddy?" he asked. "Does your boy feel good inside
you?"


 "Your big cock feels great inside me," I told him. "Like nothing else in
the world. Now give it to me hard and deep."


At this point our hosts became cheerleaders. "Look how his hole is
stretched," one of them said. "That boy has the biggest tallywacker I've
ever seen," the other one answered. "I don't know how his ass takes it."


Fortunately for my wrecked and aching ass Matt had been close to cumming
for an hour or more, so he wasn't going to last long. When he warned me he
was about to cum I asked the two admirers where they wanted him to cum. One
said "on your face," and the other said, "on your chest."


Matt obliged both of them. He pulled out of me and threw me on my back onto
the bed. Kneeling at my side he jerked his massive dick a few times and
then started shooting. His load was incredible: ten large juicy shots of
mancum, four on my face and six on my chest. He invited our hosts to rub
his load into my skin and they were happy to do so.


Once my heart stopped racing I remembered that there was one more item on
our agenda with Jason and Sam. "OK," I said, "now it's time for a little
group fun. Come on in the shower with us."


Jason and Sam eagerly led us into the huge bathroom. Typical for modern
hotel suites it was massive, larger than some New York City apartments. The
shower was big enough to hold a football team.


"Do you like the water as hot as you like your men?" Sam asked as he stood
by the control panel that managed the computer operated shower.


"Sort of," Matt said, smiling.


"Don't worry about that," I said. "Right now we need you to leave the water
off and kneel down on the shower floor." They did.


"Great," Matt said. "Now put your hands behind your head and get ready for
our dicks."


When they did as instructed, Matt and I took our cocks in hand and hosed
them down in piss. We soaked their hair, faces and crotches with the strong
yellow liquid. We laughed when they gagged after some of our golden shower
went into their mouths.


When we were drained Matt and I grabbed towels, wrapped them around our
waists, and said goodbye to our embarrassed and humiliated hosts.


"Don't bother to get up," Matt said. "We'll let ourselves out."  We then
picked up our clothes and returned to our own suite, laughing loudly all
the way.


****


"Want to have room service for dinner?" I asked Matt.


"No, let's go out," he answered. "We might have some more fun."