Honeymoon Beach(Current Rating 87/100, based on 296 votes)
Here I am, on a magnificent sandy beach, on a sunny Caribbean island, on
the third day of my honeymoon, with beautiful aqua-blue water lapping at
my feet, and I'm completely bummed out. My whole world has tilted on its
axis. No, it's not like the honeymoon itself went south. Hell, my new
wife (it seems funny saying it, the fact not quite sunk in yet) Megan and
I have been alternating between sex and the beach since we got here. My
cock is sore and my back is sunburned, but even that's not what's
bothering me. Let me tell you about it...
Our first day here, we went out on the beach together. Megan was itching
to wear her new string bikini, and when she put it on, damned if I didn't
get a hard-on. I was both proud to be seen with her, and jealous that
other guys would be checking her out. To my Midwestern sensibilities,
her suit was much too revealing, yet when we got to the beach, I was a
little surprised by what others were wearing. Some of the thongs
practically showed everything. And even guys had thongs on! Damned if
my conservative trunks weren't the squarest attire on that beach. I was
shocked when one woman brazenly walked by topless (even though this
wasn't supposed to be a nude beach or anything).
As we were searching for a nice spot to spread out, Megan smiles and
teasingly asks, "Can I take my top off, too?"
"You better not, woman," I barked. She may not be real big in the chest
area, but she's MINE, and I don't want to share the sight with anyone.
"Oooooo...look over there." She giggles, and as surreptitiously as
possible points further down the beach. I follow her direction and look
that way. This young guy is walking down by the water. Sandy-blond
hair, and a buff body, he's wearing this skimpy light-blue bathing suit.
The material may have been skimpy, but there certainly wasn't anything
skimpy about the pouch in front. Man, the guy must be hung like a horse!
A twinge of jealousy hits; why is she even looking? But I know. When I
glance over at Megan, I'm stunned by the flush of excitement on her face.
Before I can even say anything, she stands up, slips her top off, and
begins walking toward him. I was too shocked to move at first, but the
jealously kicked in big time, and I was on my feet and trotting after
her. She performed a clumsy act of 'accidentally' bumping into him,
looking to me like she was able to cop a quick feel. I was mad enough to
eat nails by the time I reached them, but surprised when I see that
although she's flushed pink and breathing hard, he's pretty blasé about
the whole bump-and-grope routine.
I guess there already was enough time for introductions. Megan turned to
me and introduced him as Peter. We shook hands. If he was aware of my
new wife's heat, he didn't show it. Up close I realize he's younger than
I first thought; maybe 18 or 19, but his body is all man. He's got the
upper body of a casual weightlifter, light bronze skin, with washboard
abs and a tight, muscled ass. Except for what's on his head, there's not
a lick of hair showing on him. When I glance sideways at Megan, she's
staring at the front of his suit, the flush more noticeable than before,
and her nipples tight and erect. Following introductions, he invites us
to a local restaurant his uncle runs for dinner that evening. Megan says
yes much too quickly, and though I'm pissed at her, I agree to go.
I hate to admit it, but I liked him immediately. I mean, he didn't even
once ogle my wife's naked breasts as far as I could see, even though she
practically pushed them into his chest a couple of times. As he walks
away, we're both looking at his backside. I know Megan's reason for
staring, though I'm a bit surprised at my own need to gawk. He's
probably the most beautiful man I've ever seen. I know, I know, I used
the word 'beautiful'--but it's true, and that cock of his must be quite a
unit! I've passed the point of anger toward my new bride. Shit, if I
were Megan, I'd probably lust after him too.
I dragged her back up the beach to our things and made her put her top
back on. She didn't say another word about Peter. When we returned to
our room though, she was all over me in an instant. With my trunks down
around my ankles, she grasped my dick and mouthed it. I was erect in no
time. She sucked me with relish until I was close to cumming, then she
pushed me onto the bed, stripped off her suit and straddled me. She
bounded up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back,
and barking little "Ah...Ah...Ah" sounds. I was so in awe of her
voracity that I almost forgot about my own climax; that is until she
wailed a louder "Ahhhh-gggg" and I felt the walls of her vagina clench
down on me hard. At her second pelvic spasm, I let go several
pulse-pounding shots deep into her. She's never climaxed this
fantastically before, but maybe neither have I. She was probably
fantasy-fucking Peter just now. I wasn't going to let it bother me.
We napped for a while, then showered and headed back out. Megan wanted
to go shopping, saying she wanted me to buy a new bathing suit. She
picked out a rather skimpy bikini-cut pair I wasn't sure I wanted to
wear, thinking at least it's not a thong. When I tried them on, I had to
admit I looked pretty good--not as hung as Peter, but I still presented a
good 'package' in front. I bought them. She's still thinking about him
I guess.
When Megan and I arrived at his uncle's restaurant that evening, Peter
appeared very happy to see us, and seated us at what seemed like a choice
table. My jealously was back in full force. Was the gesture an attempt
to impress my wife? As the evening passed though, Peter, for his part,
didn't give the impression he was paying any undue attention to Megan,
even though she was shamelessly fawning over him. For the second time
today, I had to admit he WAS an impressive young man--very handsome,
friendly, and poised (...and that equally impressive-sized bulge in his
bathing suit.) Peter's uncle was a big, garrulous old-world European who
made us feel at home as soon as we were introduced.
What a meal! While leaving, Peter asked me what we were planning for the
next day. Trying to ignore Megan's piqued excitement at the question, I
answered, "more of the same, I guess...sand and surf."
Peter surprises me by saying, "Why don't you come snorkeling with me out
by the reef, Rick?"
"Sounds like a great idea, Peter...sure I will," I answer with some
amount of triumph, since Megan is a little afraid of ocean swimming and
wouldn't want to go. Her disappointed look confirms it. Peter and I
make plans to meet the following morning.
Again that night, Megan enthusiastically fucks me senseless. I know
she's still fantasizing about Peter.
***
When I meet Peter on the beach early the next morning, he's again wearing
little more than a thong of mesh-like fabric with a remarkable front
"pocket." I bet every woman on this beach is fantasizing about him, so I
guess I can't be totally pissed off at Megan's reaction.
"Hey, I see you got into the island spirit." He says smiling, pointing at
my new suit.
I'm very self-conscious in them, especially the way he's looking at me.
Hell, I think they look good, even though I feel like everything's
hanging out for all to see. I smile back and say, "Yeah...Megan made me
buy 'em...I guess she got hot after seeing yours yesterday."
"Man, I'm sorry...I wasn't meaning to get her going or anything..."
Naw...it's okay...I know it's not your fault...you must have the babes
all over you." Even with his tan, I can see him blush.
After a pause, he says, "C'mon, my bike is over there," pointing to a
sleek Triumph parked up by the hotel. "We'll ride to the dock...I've got
all the equipment we need on the boat."
When we reach the motorcycle, he effortlessly straddles the seat. When I
mount the saddle behind him it's a little awkward at first; I'm not so
sure where to hold on. He instructs me to put my arms around his
midsection, but I hesitate.
He chuckles a bit and says, "It's okay...I won't bite." I'm not so sure.
Here I am with my arms around this young man, feeling his tight muscles
and his radiating heat and the vibrations of the motorbike, and damned if
I don't start to get an erection. He's GOT to feel my stiff dick poking
against his backside as we ride down the narrow streets, but if he does
he doesn't let on.
When we get to the dock, he explains the boat is also his uncle's. We go
aboard and within minutes we're underway, heading out to a reef popular
with divers and snorkelers. What a time! The water was marvelously
blue-green and the sea life was interesting and plentiful. Underwater, I
can't help but also look at Peter. With the wet mesh fabric of his suit
leaving nothing to the imagination, I wonder how he could be so endowed.
Back on shore later that afternoon, Peter invites me back to his
apartment. "I'd like to shower first before taking you back to the
hotel. You can grab a quick shower too, before heading back," he says
with an 'it's-up-to-you' gesture of his hand.
I told him it's okay with me.
I'm still in awe. How can an 18-year-old (Peter told me how old he was)
have such a nice apartment? His place was modest, yet clean and nicely
furnished. I sat on his sofa while he showered. When he came out, he
was casually holding a towel loosely in front of him.
"Your turn, if you want one," he says, letting the towel slip to the
side.
Oh my God! What a piece of manhood he has! His cock looks to be 10 or
11 inches and very thick. I didn't realize I had another erection until
I stood up and realized he was looking at the front of my suit. I
thought I saw his cock twitch and rise a little. I excused myself and
headed toward his shower.
While stripping off my suit, I didn't catch on that he was behind me
until he surprised me by saying, "Soap's in there and towels are over
here."
He was looking at mine (which was still semi-erect) and I couldn't help
looking at his (which was wondrously growing as well). I was thinking:
how big could that thing get when it was fully engorged?
I must have trembled or blushed or something, for he reacted by taking me
by the arm and guiding me into the shower stall, and then stepped in with
me. As he turned on the water, my mind was afire with doubts and
imaginations.
On one level I knew what was about to happen. On another level, I
couldn't believe it. I was going to be with a MAN--and I wasn't running
away! He lifted the bar of soap and began lathering my body. He was
slow, tender, and yes, loving. When his soap-filled hand rose from my
chest to my neck, he dropped the bar, placed one hand on my ass and the
other behind my head and pulled me to him. We kissed for a long while,
our rigid cocks rubbing and twitching against each other's, oblivious to
the streaming water. Wordlessly, he guided me from the shower to his
bedroom, still dripping wet but not caring. As he passed by the dresser
he picked up a condom before coaxing me to the bed then lying down next
to me. We kissed again. I reached down and caressed his magnificent
cock. I still can't believe I'm doing this, but my body is tense with
sexual need and I'm breathing in short gasps. Looking into his eyes, I
see he is lusting for me even more than I am enthralled with hi!
s magnificent body. He helps me get onto my knees, and then gets behind
me and rolls the condom onto his member. I sneak a glance back at him
and a shiver runs up my spine. The stretched condom only partially
covers his enormous erection. He must have spit into his hand, for now
his wet palm rubs my anus, then one finger probes and massages me.
Dammit, I've never been so horny in my life. I'm about to be fucked by
an Adonis! Before I can even comprehend the act, he places the head at
my opening and pushes. My brain explodes in a shower of stars as my
sphincter is stretched more than I could ever imagine. He wastes no time
thrusting his full length into me. Like an animal in heat, he fucks my
ass, going faster and faster with each thrust. My mind is blank; I only
have sensations, not thoughts. He assaults my prostate with every deep
push into my rectum. I don't think my cock has ever been as hard and
wanting as it is now. He groans and makes one final thrust into me as I
feel the throbbing of his ejaculations deep in my bowel. What would it
have felt like if he weren't wearing a condom, I wonder?
When he pulls out of me, I hear a popping, suction sound; I wonder what
my asshole looks like now? He rolls over on the bed and pulls me over
with him. My hand goes to his slippery, encased cock, now spent and
wilting but still impressive. The bulb at the end of the condom feels
tremendously full of semen, he must have cum buckets.
Peter looks at me and says, "I want you to fuck me now." When he touches
my cock, he's also surprised at how hard it is. "Fuck me now" he repeats
in a panting whisper.
I look around for a condom, but he shakes his head 'no' and gets on his
hands and knees, offering his ass to me. And what a glorious ass it is,
all tight rippling muscles, tanned to perfection. I mimic his
'lubrication' by spitting into my hand and massage his anus. As aroused
as I've ever been in my life, I enter him quickly and start pumping. It
didn't take long. When I felt my climax building, I reached around and
palmed his cock; the condom must have slipped off and he was rigid again.
As I fucked him, I vigorously stroked most of the length of his cock.
With another loud groan, he came just before I did.
Like two kids excited about new toys, we jump back into the shower to
clean off from our lovemaking, touching and stroking each other's soapy
wet body. By the time we shut the water off, we're both erect once more.
He practically pulls me back to the bedroom. When our dripping wet
bodies hit the bed, he ends up opposite of me so that his magnificent
member is right at my face. He doesn't hesitate. He guides my cock
between his lips and starts sucking me. Oh boy, I never thought I'd ever
have a man's cock in my mouth, but this beautiful foot-long piece of
flesh, leaking a fair amount of precum, is right there. 'He who
hesitates is lost'--so I grasp the shaft and slide the head between my
lips. I enjoy the salty sweetness of his leaking juices on my tongue.
As I stroke the first part of his cock with my lips, he begins to
frantically thrust his hips, pushing his massive unit deeper into my
mouth. Delirious with lust, he doesn't know he's choking me.
So this is it, I think--deep throating--though I'm not exactly
volunteering for the privilege. Before I know it, practically his whole
length is down my throat and I can't breathe. Struggling for breath, yet
unwilling to push him away, I let him continue fucking my throat. My
mind begins to fog from lack of oxygen when he makes one last thrust and
cums. At that moment, the sensations took over: the warm flow of his
semen coating my gullet and choking me; the 'my-foot's-asleep' pins and
needles feeling taking over my whole body; the extreme convulsion and
release when I cum in his mouth. I vaguely hear someone gurgling and
choking before I pass out, my last fragment of dream-thought a sense of
bathing in a warm, blissful pool without a care in the world.
When I awoke, as a lot of people do I momentarily forgot where I was.
Peter is lying next to me, sleeping with one hand holding my flaccid,
cum-dappled cock. A slick of semen coats my mouth. More is on my lips
and chin. What time is it?
I arise from his bed and head back to the shower. When I dry off and
head back to the bedroom, he's sitting cross-legged on the bed, a smile
on his face and his man-sausage draped casually yet beautifully across
one thigh.
"I suppose you'd like to get back to your wife now," he says to me, the
words sounding sarcastic, but not his tone. "Or would you like some
more?" He grins and pats the bed next to him.
Damn, he looks so beautiful sitting there, I think, as his unit amazingly
starts to stiffen and rise like some charmed snake. Another condom and a
new position this time. He got between my legs, lifted them high into
the air and entered me quickly. I hold my legs up and back with my knees
practically at my chest and marvel at the look of him, every muscle taut
as he feverishly fucks me in this man version of the missionary position.
His long, pounding strokes are tweaking my prostate and every nerve
ending in my rectum. My cock is super-hard and throbbing when he grasps
the shaft and strokes me to the same rhythm as his thrusts up my ass. I
came in seconds, spraying all over my belly and chest. He came soon
after; with one last splendid thrust deep inside me he climaxes while
making a series of loud, guttural sounds. Spent, he fell on top of me
and we kissed and held each other for a long while.
***
When Peter returned me to the hotel, Megan was full of questions about
our snorkeling adventure: "What have you two guys been DOING all this
time?" (If only she knew!) "What did you see?" (STARS, when he fucked me
the first time!) "What's he like?" (Quite a good lover, but you'll
never have his cock inside YOU!) "What did he think of your new bathing
suit?" (I think he liked it more OFF me than on!) Of course, I was vague
in my answers, certainly not saying what I was thinking.
I'm talking to her with no feelings of guilt whatsoever; though I'm still
so in awe of the fact I just had sex with a man not much older than a
boy. What the hell am I to do now? I'm on my honeymoon with my hot new
wife, but all I can think of is having Peter's huge cock stuffed up my
ass, or deep down my throat. Through the fog of memories of this
afternoon I finally register that Megan is wearing just a hotel robe,
which is only loosely covering her. Huh? Is her pussy as wet as it
looks to me? Is the other nipple as taut as the one I can see? Holy
shit, she's been doing herself all afternoon fantasizing about Peter!
After all I've experienced this afternoon, the realization can hardly
spur any jealousy. In fact, I feel rather proud to have had his cock in
me. She should be the jealous one!
When a flushed Megan, after listening of my day with Peter (only the
snorkeling part!), says to me, "Why don't you get out of your suit and
hit the shower," I know my dick will get another workout.
I pull off my t-shirt and trunks in front of her, trying to be as
nonchalant as possible, and turn toward the shower. As soon as I've
adjusted the water and step into the shower, she's joined me, breathing
heavily and feverishly fondling my cock. Nothing is happening. Her
flushed skin, her taut and swollen nipples, her panting, her stroking
doesn't get me hard. She's horny but I'm not.
Her frustration is starting to get the better of her, but only simmers
until she surprisingly sneers "I bet Peter's cock would be as hard as a
rock right now," looking disdainfully at my limp dick, and probably
imagining his monster.
I mutter, "You'd be surprised." This confuses her a bit, not getting my
meaning.
She turns around, putting her back toward me. She's given up, I guess,
but a strange thing happens--thinking of Peter's superb manhood and
having Megan's ass right in front of me brings all the afternoon's
delightful memories flooding back. My cock springs to life. I remember
the sight of Peter's ass ready for my entry.
When I reach down between her cheeks, Megan purrs and says something like
"That's better," sticking her ass out. I run my fingers along her pussy
lips to gather the lubrication there before rubbing it into her anus.
Before she can figure my intent, I enter her and thrust my full length
deep into her ass. She lets out a yelp, but otherwise doesn't quite know
how to react. It doesn't matter. Holding her by the hips, I pound into
her. Even if she protested it wouldn't have stopped me; however she was
quickly getting into our first anal coupling. Her moans were much louder
than my grunts. We pretty much came together. Her orgasmic screams
bounce around the tight shower enclosure as I unload several streams deep
within her bowels. Maybe in some fantasy universe we both climaxed with
Peter.
Her first words to me after we rinsed off and exited the shower were
"What got into you?"
She'd be shocked if she could read my mind. It was Peter who 'got into'
me, and he got into me GOOD.
Later that night, before surrendering to our dreams, I fucked her in the
ass one more time. She bucked and screamed, her rectum pulsating over
and over again around my cock as she climaxed. After pulling out, I was
stunned when I saw the amount of pussy juice that had dripped down her
inner thighs as I fucked her. Had she discovered something new, or was
it just the Peter-fantasy again?
***
So, here I am. After a night of dreaming of Peter holding me, sucking
me, and fucking me, I stand on this beautiful sandy beach, miles from
home, lost. What will I do? Can I abandon the marriage that has barely
just begun? Will I be happy? Is it just Peter, or do I need a man...any
man?
My heart flutters when I see the Triumph motorcycle parked up by the
street. I begin to search the beach for Peter while my cock stirs,
stiffens a bit, and leaks a little precum in my tight new suit.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author: STEVESAINT |
