Unexpected, but so needed.
It was a tropical vacation for me, a working trip for my wife. I have always loved the beach. The surf, the sand the smell of sun tan lotion and the sights of beautiful girls in bikinis. The beach always made me horny. This time was no different. I was alone, just soaking up sun and swimming in the clear, warm, salty water. Floating or sitting on the sand, there was alot of tiny bikini bottoms and gorgeous girls to look at. Strangely, as amazing as she was, it was her simmering bikini that first caught my attention. Much like the inside of an abalone shell, it only added to the beauty and sexuality of her tight, firm ass and perky breasts. It was difficult to appear casual as she walk by and up the beach behind me. It was only when I turned and layed on my stomach that I realized she was just behind me. Laying on her back, my jaw must of dropped as I noticed that I could see the outline of her tiny, shaved pussy through the material. Again, so difficult to look away! Just down the beach, every guy's fantasy girl. Slim waist, gorgeous, big fake tits, barely contained behind her purple bikini top.
Too much sun and too many drinks later, I knew I had better make me way back to our hotel room. First though, I thought I would check out the pool area. Just to see it and maybe cool off with a dip. Expensive hotels always have incredible pools, and this one was no different. Crystal clear water, just the right temperature, it refreshed, but I knew I should get out of the sun. At the elevator, as I waited, a voice said, "How nice is that pool?" I turned to see him and responded back. He was short, small really and thin, petite even and had a mop of curly hair on his head. He then asked if I was there with my family. Still, I didn't even sense that he might be coming on to me. It just didn't register, just didn't fit. I just thought he was being friendly. I was so much older than him, yet I guess he had been watching me? He knew I had been in the pool?
I told him I was there with my wife. As we waited for the elevator, he said, "The rooms here are amazing, aren't they?" Ours was amazing, but small. When I told him that, he said, "Oh wow, I must of got lucky then, because mine is pretty big." When he asked if I wanted to see it, everything clicked.
My heart raced as we walked to his hotel rooms door. I was pretty nervous, but horny and so very interested. It had been so long, but being with another guy has always been so amazing and such a turn on. So nervous, I just leaned back on the bed, hoping he would make all the first moves. His small swim suit, his bright button down, yet open shirt. He stood at the beds edge and then got on it and moved towards me. Slowly, he pulled off my shirt. Slowly, he began to lean forward. He put his hands on my chest and lightly pinched and rubbed my nipples as he brought his lips to mine. I could feel myself harden and it felt incredible to be so quickly and so incredibly hard again. His lips on mine, his teasing and pulling my nipples. I knew then that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. So sexual, so sensual.
My hands, eager now, moved to his slim waist and felt his hips as I pushed his swim shorts down. I wanted dick, I needed dick. I felt his small, tight balls and held his small, but hard, big headed, cock. I might of even moaned. Agan, it had been so long and everything felt so good. I was throbbing. He kind of layed down on top of me and rubbed his cock against mine through my shorts. I grapped his little ass. Fuck, it felt amazing! I did moan this time and he pushed his tongue between my parted lips. What is it about being intimate with another man that is so amazing. Is it the shared need, the taboo thrill? Is it that each knows the lust, the desire, that a woman, no matter how wonderful, can not fulfill?
We kissed, open mouthed, tongues deep, like sexy starved teens. When he motioned for me to roll onto my stomach, I felt a want, I felt a need. I had never been fucked, although I admit I had played with my ass and thought about it before. Yet, now, with his hands on me, being in such a submissive postion, and feeling his stiff memember between my ass cheeks, I wanted him inside me. Rubbing his dick along my opening, I felt his wet, slick saliva and pre cum lubing me up. When he placed the head of his cock against my hole, I rocked back, letting myself open up in eager, lusty, anticipation. It hurt at first, but then with almost a pop, he was in me. My hole seemed to spasm around him, gripping him, caressing him. I felt so sexy, so wonderfully sensuous and used. Then he started to rock back and forth, his hard cock deep inside me. Then he started to fuck me, his balls slapping, his hips slamming against me. His motions, his thrusts mademy own cock rub against the bedding. I thought he might even make me cum without so much as touching my hard dick. Soft grunts from him, soft moans from me, it was all too much. He pulled out of me and I immediately felt empty with his cock removed and craved more. Grunts and sounds of passion filled the air as I felt warm ropes of cum land on my back. What an amazing, erotic feeling. I layed there and let him finish, like a good slut should. I felt his fingers scoop up his cum and he brought them to my eager lips. I tasted it and licked it off them, then as he pressed them into my mouth, I sucked them. The taste of his jizz made me feel intoxicated.
Is it a mental thing, a physical thing, a mix of both? The feelings, the erotic emotions of being taken, of eagerly taking cock and being fucked. The thrill of being submissive to another man's needs? Being so intimate? Being used? Is it as simple as the pleasure it brings? The knowledge that you will forever know what it is like being fucked? Again, is it a mix of all of the above?
He now stood in front of the bathroom sink and washed himself. I was so wanting more. My hands caressed his slim waist as I pressed my hard, leaking cock against his small, but plump ass crack. He grinded back on me and made me edge towards orgasm. Oh, how I wanted this! My cocks tip found his opening and pressed it's way inside him. So warm, so wonderfully tight. His head whipped back as I sunk my cock all the way in. I ran my hand up his chest and wrapped my fingers around his throat as I watched him in the mirror. Slow, rythmic grinding, inching me, edging me. My whole body shook as he gripped and squeezed and drained the cum from me. I braced myself against the counter as he washed my sensetive prick off.
I slipped to my knees before him. Eager, unapologetically displaying my utter need and desire for cock. I pressed his small, but beautiful, dick to my lips. I kissed it, I was making love to it with my mouth. Oh, the thrill of feeling it harden. All I could do was moan as I licked and kissed and sucked his magnificent dick. I squeezed his ass, I rubbed his asshole, I sucked and licked his tight, little balls. Anything, I realized, to make him cum. Yes, like a cum starved slut. When he released his creamy load, I moaned for it. The taste, the texture, the knowing and feeling of it inside me. I stood and we held one another as we locked lips and mouths and tongues in a passionate, man on man, cum kiss.
The End
Too much sun and too many drinks later, I knew I had better make me way back to our hotel room. First though, I thought I would check out the pool area. Just to see it and maybe cool off with a dip. Expensive hotels always have incredible pools, and this one was no different. Crystal clear water, just the right temperature, it refreshed, but I knew I should get out of the sun. At the elevator, as I waited, a voice said, "How nice is that pool?" I turned to see him and responded back. He was short, small really and thin, petite even and had a mop of curly hair on his head. He then asked if I was there with my family. Still, I didn't even sense that he might be coming on to me. It just didn't register, just didn't fit. I just thought he was being friendly. I was so much older than him, yet I guess he had been watching me? He knew I had been in the pool?
I told him I was there with my wife. As we waited for the elevator, he said, "The rooms here are amazing, aren't they?" Ours was amazing, but small. When I told him that, he said, "Oh wow, I must of got lucky then, because mine is pretty big." When he asked if I wanted to see it, everything clicked.
My heart raced as we walked to his hotel rooms door. I was pretty nervous, but horny and so very interested. It had been so long, but being with another guy has always been so amazing and such a turn on. So nervous, I just leaned back on the bed, hoping he would make all the first moves. His small swim suit, his bright button down, yet open shirt. He stood at the beds edge and then got on it and moved towards me. Slowly, he pulled off my shirt. Slowly, he began to lean forward. He put his hands on my chest and lightly pinched and rubbed my nipples as he brought his lips to mine. I could feel myself harden and it felt incredible to be so quickly and so incredibly hard again. His lips on mine, his teasing and pulling my nipples. I knew then that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. So sexual, so sensual.
My hands, eager now, moved to his slim waist and felt his hips as I pushed his swim shorts down. I wanted dick, I needed dick. I felt his small, tight balls and held his small, but hard, big headed, cock. I might of even moaned. Agan, it had been so long and everything felt so good. I was throbbing. He kind of layed down on top of me and rubbed his cock against mine through my shorts. I grapped his little ass. Fuck, it felt amazing! I did moan this time and he pushed his tongue between my parted lips. What is it about being intimate with another man that is so amazing. Is it the shared need, the taboo thrill? Is it that each knows the lust, the desire, that a woman, no matter how wonderful, can not fulfill?
We kissed, open mouthed, tongues deep, like sexy starved teens. When he motioned for me to roll onto my stomach, I felt a want, I felt a need. I had never been fucked, although I admit I had played with my ass and thought about it before. Yet, now, with his hands on me, being in such a submissive postion, and feeling his stiff memember between my ass cheeks, I wanted him inside me. Rubbing his dick along my opening, I felt his wet, slick saliva and pre cum lubing me up. When he placed the head of his cock against my hole, I rocked back, letting myself open up in eager, lusty, anticipation. It hurt at first, but then with almost a pop, he was in me. My hole seemed to spasm around him, gripping him, caressing him. I felt so sexy, so wonderfully sensuous and used. Then he started to rock back and forth, his hard cock deep inside me. Then he started to fuck me, his balls slapping, his hips slamming against me. His motions, his thrusts mademy own cock rub against the bedding. I thought he might even make me cum without so much as touching my hard dick. Soft grunts from him, soft moans from me, it was all too much. He pulled out of me and I immediately felt empty with his cock removed and craved more. Grunts and sounds of passion filled the air as I felt warm ropes of cum land on my back. What an amazing, erotic feeling. I layed there and let him finish, like a good slut should. I felt his fingers scoop up his cum and he brought them to my eager lips. I tasted it and licked it off them, then as he pressed them into my mouth, I sucked them. The taste of his jizz made me feel intoxicated.
Is it a mental thing, a physical thing, a mix of both? The feelings, the erotic emotions of being taken, of eagerly taking cock and being fucked. The thrill of being submissive to another man's needs? Being so intimate? Being used? Is it as simple as the pleasure it brings? The knowledge that you will forever know what it is like being fucked? Again, is it a mix of all of the above?
He now stood in front of the bathroom sink and washed himself. I was so wanting more. My hands caressed his slim waist as I pressed my hard, leaking cock against his small, but plump ass crack. He grinded back on me and made me edge towards orgasm. Oh, how I wanted this! My cocks tip found his opening and pressed it's way inside him. So warm, so wonderfully tight. His head whipped back as I sunk my cock all the way in. I ran my hand up his chest and wrapped my fingers around his throat as I watched him in the mirror. Slow, rythmic grinding, inching me, edging me. My whole body shook as he gripped and squeezed and drained the cum from me. I braced myself against the counter as he washed my sensetive prick off.
I slipped to my knees before him. Eager, unapologetically displaying my utter need and desire for cock. I pressed his small, but beautiful, dick to my lips. I kissed it, I was making love to it with my mouth. Oh, the thrill of feeling it harden. All I could do was moan as I licked and kissed and sucked his magnificent dick. I squeezed his ass, I rubbed his asshole, I sucked and licked his tight, little balls. Anything, I realized, to make him cum. Yes, like a cum starved slut. When he released his creamy load, I moaned for it. The taste, the texture, the knowing and feeling of it inside me. I stood and we held one another as we locked lips and mouths and tongues in a passionate, man on man, cum kiss.
The End
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