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A Weekend at the Coast By sisyphuswyeast
Prelude
I have only recently begun having sex with men. In some ways, I wish I'd started twenty years ago, but what the hell. No sense worrying about it now. I want to tell you about the guy who first made me admit to myself that I really wanted to fuck and be fucked by men.
Jon was one of the younger guys from work that I took on weekend trips to SCUBA dive, hike, and ride bikes. He was also one of the guys who made sexual advances toward me that either went over my head (until much later) or that I was too chicken to acknowledge. Until, that is, one weekend when they became impossible to miss.
I have never met anyone else quite like Jon. He was almost like a fictional character. He had a physical presence that brought you up short like a slap in the face. Or really, more like a grab to the crotch. Maybe in part it's because I've always been a techno-geek, surrounded by other techno-geeks. In my day, the beautiful people didn't major in science. They were out going to frat parties and beach trips, while we nerds were staying up all night in the lab. Jon was one of the rare cross-overs, so he had an extra effect within the nerd environment. But I know it wasn't just me. He had that effect on everybody. This guy would walk down the hallway and leave a string of women with damp panties and men with tight shorts. You think I exaggerate, but I do not. If human pheromones really exist, he must have sprayed them out under high pressure!
I was first introduced to Jon when he was a college intern, working for the summer in the same department as I, in a large oppressive company. As he shook my hand, I was stunned by his dazzling white smile set in a lean tanned face, that was topped by thick curly black hair in a "mullet" haircut. He was about my height, but outweighed me by at least fifty pounds - and not a molecule of it was fat. Like everyone else, he was wearing a sport shirt and 501 jeans, but those jeans fit him like a sausage casing. They fit his narrow waist, but his thighs and calves were so massive that the heavy denim looked like lycra on him. God it was embarrassing! My eyes got stuck on his huge bicep. I muttered something stupid, and turned and shuffled on my way. I was stunned to realized that I had a hard on!
Like I said, Jon had that effect on everyone. Every one of the female interns in the company (and some of the regular staff) was jockeying, every day, to see who would end up in his bed that night. (All of the interns lived together in an apartment complex that the company paid for.) Most of the male interns started talking and acting like him. (Much later, I realized that Jon started tying up his hair like mine - so all of the interns started growing their hair long and tying it up like mine...) I think Jon was one of the rare people who never had to worry about sex. To him it was just something that was always at hand, like air. I think this was a key factor in his confident, easy-going personality. He never seemed to feel the need to be highly competitive or assertive - just comfortable and confident about who he was.
Well, I had to work with this guy, so eventually, sheepishly, I got my hormones under control and developed a friendly working relationship. I still had to work hard to look him in the eye. Just like he was a hot woman, my eyes would water as I forced them not to drop below his neckline. As luck would have it, it turned out that Jon enjoyed many of the same hobbies that I did. When he found out that I went to the coast on weekends to dive, he asked to go along some time. He had taken lessons in college, but being from the "Midwest" (real fly-over country) he'd never dove in the ocean.
Eventually, a good weekend came along, and we made arrangements for a trip. It was summer, so we decided to camp out and beach dive Friday and Saturday, and save our money for a day trip on a charter dive boat on Sunday. On Thursday, I took Jon to a local dive shop to rent a set of gear. I wasn't expecting an ordeal for myself, but I took a physical hit to the gut when Jon stripped off his shirt to try on some wet suits. I must have seen chiseled pecs and abs like that in magazines or TV at some time, but never before at arms length! My jeans instantly became uncomfortably tight. The worst came when Jon was forcing his legs into and out of different wetsuit bottoms, trying to find one big enough. The muscles stood out on his huge, tanned, smooth calves. (I later found out that he waxed them because he raced mountain bikes.) His sturdy ankles were at least twice as thick as my bony ones! My cock was rock hard, down the leg of my jeans. I couldn't believe it, but I had the physical urge to strip off my pants, get down on my knees and rub my hard cock up and down on Jons calves and ankles. To hump his leg like a dog!!! What the HELL was wrong with me? I had probably heard the term "foot fetish" before, but that was just something involving twisted perverts - nothing that would ever have anything remotely to do with me! And I SURE as hell wasn't a fag... That night I had a long series of disturbing thoughts while I was lying in bed, stroking myself.
Day 1
Jon napped during most of the six-hour drive to the coast. Later, the cold pacific water kept my crotch under control as we had a long good day of diving. We finished up the day at one of the "SCUBA parks" that the state had built. Kind of boring and often over-crowded, but they had hot showers! In this case the park was deserted, because we were a day ahead of the weekend. That was good because we really needed the hot water by this point - we were kind of on the edge of hypothermia. Cold showers were free, but to get the hot water going, you had to put four quarters in a slot. I had my shower and just started to feel human again, when there was a mishap and Jons quarters fell through a grill in the floor!
"No problem," he said, "I'll just take a good old cold shower."
"Shit, you'll kill yourself," I said. "There's gotta be some more quarters out in the truck. Just wait, I'll be right back."
I stuffed myself into my damp jeans and ran out to rummage around in the truck for more quarters. When I returned, Jon was, as promised, showering down under the icy water. I had no sexual urges at all, at this point. I was just worried about hypothermia. Maybe it wasn't really as big a problem for Jon, with his heavier body. But then again, he had zero body fat. I pulled open the shower door and reached across to put the quarters in the slot.
"Hey, thanks man," said Jon, "but you didn't really need to go to that trouble. I shower cold all the time."
I mumbled something about hypothermia as I backed out of the stall. My brain had been bushwhacked again by the sight of this incredibly-built tanned young muscleman body, gleaming with the water pouring over it. A big rock-hard nipple set in a rock hard pec had rubbed on my shoulder as I was inserting the quarters. I was dumbfounded again. I don't usually look at other guys cocks (at least I didn't back then) but couldn't help noticing that Jon was dangling about six thick inches even with cold water pouring over him. DAMN! That thing must be huge when it's hard!
I busied myself with rinsing and packing up dive gear, and pulling on the rest of my dry clothes. I carefully didn't look toward Jon when he came out of the shower. After what seemed like long enough for him to have dressed, I stole a look over at Jon. DAMN! He was still stark naked, like something out of a porn magazine. As I watched, he bent over double to dry his feet or something, revealing the smooth oval pucker of his asshole, nestled deep in the valley of his massive hard ass. It pointed right at me and bobbed around for the longest time. Maybe it was only a couple of seconds, but it seemed to me that he was pointing it right at me. I don't think I had ever seen a man's ass hole before. I couldn't believe the urges that were boiling up inside me! Needless to say, I got out of there to load the truck, and didn't look toward Jon again until he came outside fully clothed. With some difficulty, I forced these strange feelings of arousal firmly out of my mind.
That evening, we grabbed a bite to eat in a nearby town, then found a campsite and pitched the tent. Eventually, I realized that I had another trial coming up. Jon was going to be sharing my tiny back-packing tent for the night. Yeah, it's a "two-man" tent, but the floor is actually narrower than a king sized bed. What if those weird feelings came over me again in such close quarters? This kid could bust me up like kindling wood if I pissed him off! In the end, we were tired from the days diving and there wasn't a lot to do in the dark, so we headed for the tent relatively early. Both of our sleeping bags were pretty heavy for the season, so we left them unzipped. Jon lay on top of his, wearing only gym shorts. I think I had on a tee as well. Mercifully, it was dark so I wasn't distracted by the site of Jon's body.
We talked for awhile about stuff I don't remember. Eventually, he started telling me a story about accidentally witnessing some prank at his little liberal arts college because he and a friend were sleeping in the gym one night. He later got put on a committee to figure out who had done the prank!
"Wait a minute," I said, "you were sleeping in the gym? "
"Oh, yeah...," he said, "well we were practicing some martial arts that night, and, you know... one thing led to another. We made a little nest behind a pile of gym mats."
My mind reeled. Again. (It sure happened a lot around this guy.) Could he possibly be telling me what I thought I was hearing? I didn't dare ask for clarification. Eventually the conversation tailed off and we drifted into sleep.
Sometime after midnight, I awoke from a very sexy dream. I'm afraid the proximity to this young hunk had gotten to me after all.
Wait.
Just.
A.
Minute.
Either I was still dreaming, or there was a smooth naked sex god spooned up against my backside... with one leg wrapped around mine. My eyes came open in the darkness. There was something else. Like... a firm, hot salami pressed lengthwise against the crack of my ass. I could feel it nestled there, through the fabric of my shorts. Shorts that were twisted up because they held a throbbing salami of their own. Jon must have rolled over onto me in his sleep.
What should I do? I was literally living a wet dream here. I didn't know whether to just lay there until Jon rolled back again, or pull away and risk waking him. I reached down to see if I could gently push his leg off of me. My hand made contact with that massive warm thigh and it was like an electric charge ran through the junction. I put a little pressure against it, and there was no movement at all. I moved my hand lower, to get a little more leverage, sliding my hand along that delicious leg in the process. Before I could try to push again, I felt a firm hand come down on my waist.
I froze.
The hand slipped under my shirt, and onto my belly.
The hand slid up my stomach and onto my chest.
The hand cupped my left pectoral and the massive arm contracted, pulling our torsos tightly together. My shirt had ridden up, and I could feel more hot skin pressed against my back.
I felt hot breath on my neck.
A sudden whisper. "Mmmm. This is nice... " What... now? I let out a breath that I had been holding for who-knows how long.
"Yeah... " I let out a barely audible, hoarse whisper.
I didn't dare move.
After awhile... slowly... the hand on my chest began to make gentle stroking motions. Rubbing one side, then the other, then my belly. Now it was brushing across my nipple.
Ever so slowly, my left hand, still resting on Jons thigh, began to stroke up and down that marvelous piece of meat. My hand rose higher and encountered the curve of his magnificent ass. He had indeed slipped out of his shorts at some point.
Gently, but firmly, Jon rolled back and pulled my torso off the ground. He got both hands on my sides and stripped the tee-shirt off of me, then rolled me back onto the sleeping mat so that we were on our sides, facing each other. It was too dark to see, but I could feel that massive cock touching my stomach, and Jons hand running up and down my side.
Tentatively, I reached across and put my own hand on Jons side. I ran it from his hip to his chest and back, feeling the thick bands of muscle under the incredibly smooth firm skin.
A movement. Warm breath on my face. Jon leaning in for a kiss. Our two chests pressed together. My hand gripping Jons buttock. They were small trickles of water, seeping under a dam, belying the immense pressure pent up behind.
And suddenly, the dam was gone. Torrents of lust flooded into that tiny tent. Our tongues thrust into each others mouths. Jons cock humping my stomach, which was suddenly soaked in sweat and slime. My shorts vanished somewhere, and our cocks were pressed together. Fisting them both, I could tell that Jon must have been close to ten inches long! Before I knew it, I was humping Jons leg, just as my strange urge had dictated, with my face buried between his massive pecs. Tasting. Exploring. We tasted and humped each other for an endless time.
My hands wanted to touch every piece of Jon. My dick wanted to rub against every piece of Jon! And so did my tongue. After a time, without thinking, I twisted to try to run my tongue over those amazing six-pack abs. Feeling my body move, Jon flipped around himself, and before I knew it, his cock was slapping against my face. Jon grabbed my own cock and with an unbelieving shiver, I realized that he had popped it into his mouth! He thought that I wanted to sixty-nine with him! He took me deep into his mouth, clampled his lips tightly around me, sucked hard, and pulled all the way off. Then did it again. And again. Like he was power sucking some ice cream treat on a hot day.
No way! How could he? My balls were starting to boil with the intense feelings, when Jons cock bobbed back against my face, a little more insistently this time. NO WAY! He expected me to start sucking HIM now. A shiver of fear and uncertainty cooled my lust and my balls settled back down. Finally, I grabbed his cock with one hand and reached out into the darkness with my tongue. Groping. It touched down - just under Jons cockhead! Instantly a warm slightly sweet slime spread across my tongue. It was pre cum! I'd heard of pre cum before, maybe, but never imagined I'd ever taste it! I'd never made any myself. Jon made some little fucking motions with his hip, and the head of his cock popped into my mouth! I closed my mouth around it, as best I could, and sucked. Then pulled back and licked at it like a lollypop. The musky smell was actually a huge turn on! I tried to imitate the same things Jon was doing to my cock, but he was too big and long to go far into my mouth. I was gagging! Finally I settled on working the end of his cock with my mouth and jacking off the base with my hand.
Jon moaned and started making little pumps with his hips again. Apparently I was doing something right! As I started to gain a little confidence with my foray into cocksucking, my lust started rising again. Before I knew it, my balls were speeding toward the brink.
"Oh! Oh!" I pulled off Jons cock and gasped,"I'm gonna cum!"
Jon just started bobbing his head faster and sucking harder. I stuffed his cock as deep into my throat as I could, to try to slow myself down. Saliva and slime were all over my face and Jons crotch. Maybe it was all the lubrication, or the excitement. This time Jons cock went all the way into my throat until my nose was pressed into his balls! My brain couldn't believe what was happening! My lungs couldn't breathe! I pulled off and gasped. I had just deep throated a guy! I groped for the spit-slick member again, in the dark and got it back into my mouth. Pre cum was running out of it in a steady stream now. I swallowed and suddenly my hips were thrusting and I was fucking Jons face, his hands on my ass, my cum spurting into his mouth! That must have turned him on because his own cock started thrusting into my mouth and my tongue was flooded with a thicker, saltier fluid. He was cuming in my mouth! I tried to swallow, but with a mouthful of slime and saliva, half of it ran down the outside. Jon rolled on top of me and thrust his raging cock back down into my throat again. His hips were shaking and he let out a wordless yell as he forced a jet of cum directly into my gullet. I thought I was going to pass out. Then he pulled out and started humping violently against my chest as more and more spurts of cum were added to the sweat that was lubricating our bodies. I realized that my own cock was still spurting cum too! The whole thing only took a few seconds, I know, but it seemed at the time like we were climaxing forever.
At last we collapsed against each other. Slime and sweat cooling on our bodies. My brain was starting to take up some of the load as my balls subsided. I was getting nervous again. What was my next move? Then Jon swiveled around until we were spooned together again, and pulled one of the sleeping bags over our cooling bodies. He held me against him like a big teddy bear or something, and we both relaxed.
"Hey, thanks man. That was fun," murmured Jon. "I didn't get laid all week and I've been horny as hell all day."
Poor baby! HE was horny?
Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep again.
A Weekend to Remember. Day 2
In the previous part of this story, I introduced Jon, a muscular young guy who caused me to reexamine my ideas about my own sexuality. I see that I've described him in sort of a cartoonish manner. In fact, sexual tension was only a small part of our relationship. He was a really nice guy who was pretty good at his job. I shared a number of good times with him over a couple of years, that had nothing to do with sex. On a few occasions it became a friendship "with benefits." Of course, that's what we're focused on here...
The SCUBA Bunny
The next day, my throat felt as if it had been reamed out with a large plumbing snake. I made a surreptitious visit to the mirror in the camp restroom, to see if my uvula was still there! (It was...) Not much was said about the previous nights hijinx as we broke camp and headed to town for breakfast and air fills.
It was all casual.
On Saturday, we made two or three dives at different places, gradually moving toward the town where we would catch the charter boat on Sunday. There's really a pretty limited number of places worth diving from shore. There has to be public access and there has to be a reef or some interesting feature within swimming distance. So, as we got closer to town, we started seeing more other divers.
At one point, we were following a small car that had a bumper-sticker with the "diver down" flag on it. Yeah, I used to have one of those stickers, years ago. It's like a beacon that says "Hey thieves! Break into this car and steal my gear!" Eventually, I pulled out to pass the car, and we could see that the text on the bumper-sticker read "SCUBA Bunny!" Sure enough, as the truck pulled even with the little car, we could see that it was driven by an attractive woman with long brunette hair, wearing shorts and a halter top. Naturally, both of our heads did a little tandem swivel to check her out. She did some checking back, her gaze no doubt drawn by Jon's muscular arm hanging out the window.
A minute or so after we'd passed the car, Jon smiled and said, "I'll bet that girl would really go for the ripe manly smell of a couple guys like us in fishy wetsuits."
"Ya think?" I said, pulling out to pass a logging truck.
"Yeah, we could have a regular underwater mŽnage a trois."
"We could buy her a bottle of kelp-scented perfume to get her in the mood."
The humor went downhill from there.
Before long, we pulled into the state park where we planned to make our final dive of the day and set up camp for the night. We were sitting in the back of the truck, putting our gear together, when, wouldn't you know it, the SCUBA Bunny pulled up and parked along side us.
John gave me a devilish grin.
"Hey guys," said the young woman, "You gonna dive the south reef?"
As she got out of her car, I could see that she was an athletic young woman, with great legs and high, moderately sized breasts. Not a bean-pole thin model but, just right with a little meat on her frame. She might have got her smile from the same store as Jon. She appeared to be in her late twenties or so - maybe mid-way between Jon's age and mine.
"Yeah," I said, "slack tide's in about forty-five minutes. If we can get out there in twenty minutes or so, the current ought to pull us down along the reef then push us back to the beach, real easy."
"Right on..." she said. "Say, would you guys mind if I tagged along? I just came out here to dive on a charter boat tomorrow - didn't bring a buddy. I figured I'd pair up with someone on the boat."
Yes, I did that often, myself. It turned out that she was going on the same boat as we were! Go figure. Of course she suited up and went along with us on our dive. As it turned out, her name was... "Bunny!" So the bumper sticker turned out to have an ironic twist to it as well.
As we were getting suited up, and again after the dive, I noticed that Bunny was giving Jon The Look. The same look that he got from all of the women at work. Will surprises never cease? I began to have a feeling that I would be sleeping in my tent alone that night.
After the dive, we decided that we would meet up in town for a pizza and a pitcher of beer. Meanwhile, Bunny would head for a shower in her motel room, back in town, while Jon and I headed for the campground showers.
"If we can hold on to enough quarters," I joked.
Jon did a double take. "Hey wait a minute," he said, "I don't think I ever picked up any more quarters since yesterday..."
"What are you guys doing?" asked Bunny, as we tore through the truck seats, looking for change.
When we told her that we were looking for quarters for the shower, she said, "Don't be silly, Hose down your gear here and come use the hot shower in my room before dinner."
So that is what we did. Not being completely stupid, I couldn't help noticing the continued Looks that Jon was getting, as we rinsed all of the gear. I began to get the feeling that I might be eating pizza by myself that night as well.
At the motel, Bunny started her shower, while Jon and I walked down the street to the grocery store to get some supplies and ice. When we got back, Bunny was just emerging from the steamy bathroom, wrapped in a towel.
"Are you a "D" diver yet?" I asked, holding up a Red Hook and a Coke, referring to the decompression stage at which it's supposed to be "safe" to drink alcohol.
"You bet," she said. "I only made that one dive today with you guys."
I opened and handed the Red Hook to her and kept the Coke for myself.
"Jim and I have another two hours to go," I said.
We flipped a coin for the next shower and I won. Age before beauty.
"Take your time, get warm," said Bunny, "The motel has huge tanks. And nobody else is using them this time of day."
Well, I felt a little guilty about leaving Jon to stew in his fishy cologne, but the hot water felt so good that I did just that for a good fifteen minutes. Besides, he was in good company out there.
When I slipped back into my jeans and emerged from the bathroom, though, Bunny was alone, sitting on one of the beds with the television on. It appeared that she was only wearing a long Tee-shirt and a pair of panties - not exactly heading-out-for-pizza clothes.
"Man that felt good," I said, still toweling my head. "Where's Jim got to?"
"Well," she said, "we decided that it would be more relaxing to order in and just eat here. Jim walked downtown to get the pizza." (In that town, "downtown" was never more than about four blocks away.)
Somehow, this turn of events didn't surprise me much. I'd been expecting Bunny to make a major move at Jon's pants. What surprised me was that I still seemed to be in the loop.
"Pull up a bed and sit down," Bunny gestured. "Jon is going to have to wait for that pizza to finish cooking before he can head back. It could be a little while.
Since one of the beds seemed to be covered with all of Bunny's luggage and the other contained Bunny, I took this as an invitation to sit beside her. I hung up the towel, then stepped around the bed and sat down, leaning up against the headboard, facing the TV.
"So," said Bunny, "Jon tells me that you're a famous scientist."
Surprised, I looked at her, then cracked, "Curses! You have penetrated my secret. Now I will have to have my assistant tie you up and lock you up in the dungeon... until my evil plan is complete!"
"Hmmm.... Kinky. I like that," she laughed.
"Well, I don't know what Jon told you, but I'm pretty well known maybe among the fifty or one hundred people in the world who are in my little sub-specialty. And no one else has ever heard of any of us."
"Didn't I see you on the "Discovery" channel a few weeks ago?" she asked. "Yeah, you were driving that same truck around out in the desert, talking to the camera."
I looked at her suspiciously for a minute. "Did Jon tell you to say that?"
"Well, yeah, but I'm pretty sure that I do remember seeing it," she confessed with a giggle.
I laughed it off and told her about the joys of driving on canyon roads with a camera man, a sound man, and a director jammed into my truck, while blinded by movie lights suckered onto the windshield, wondering where the nearest sherriff's deputy was, and trying to extemporize about the mysteries of the universe.
"Just keep watching that channel. If they think your lab is boring, they have you drive your car around or climb on rocks. You see someone driving or climbing rocks, think boring or ugly."
"Well, I don't think you're ugly," she said, rolling toward me, "so you must be hellaciously boring!"
"Yep, last time I gave a lecture, even I fell asleep halfway through!"
The topic was making me a little nervous. Usually, I didn't tell casual acquaintances what I did, just in case they hadn't already instantly pegged me as a geek. Once people file you away like that, conversations tend to get a little more... distant. Bunny didn't seem to be getting distant though.
"Hmmm..." she pondered, "I'm not sure when the last time was that I snogged with a famous boring scientist after a fun day at the coast."
Surprised, I turned to look at her, and before the motion was complete, we were indeed locked into a long kiss. My hand found her naked leg. Hers found my naked side. Before long, our tongues were making tentative little forays out across the lip boundary, like the little fish darting out of their holes in the reef. Then our legs were entwined and our hands were roaming over each others torsos.
Bunny rocked back onto her hips and pulled off her tee-shirt. I looked approvingly at the medium-sized, pert breasts that she displayed for me. She was propping them up with one forearm, but when she took it away, there was hardly any sag. I leaned in for a taste. I rubbed my left cheek and nose against one side of her left breast, then switched to the other side. Then with relish, I took the pert nipple into my mouth. As I rolled my tongue around the nipple, I could feel it coming awake, getting turgid and hard.
"Mmmm," I murmured, "I like that."
"Ohhhh," she replied, "I like that too."
I switched to the other breast, and fingered the first one, while the second nipple hardened in my mouth. Then I held her against my chest, and went for a frank, deep tongue kiss. We played tonsil hockey while Bunny's hard nipples rubbed against my chest.
After awhile, Bunny pushed me back onto the bed, then leaned over and started pecking little kisses on my neck. Before long, she worked her way down my chest, onto my stomach, and then her hands were pulling open the buttons on my jeans.
"I can't remember exactly what the cock of a famous boring scientist looks like," she said. "Does it loop around like a corkscrew or something?"
"Ohhh," I gasped, "it depends on how strong your tongue is."
Just then, there was a banging on the door. Time flies when you're having fun. Jon was back.
I was hurriedly buttoning my jeans and sitting up, but Bunny just hopped over to the door topless, and opened it to let Jim in. Jim took in Bunny's chest, with a smile, then the rumpled state of the bed, and my reddened expression.
"Looks like the party started without me," he said."
"Yeah," said Bunny, " so put down that box and get out of those clothes before we cool off. "
O.K., I confess, it did occur to me to remark that the pizza would quickly cool off - nerd thinking again - but I managed to repress myself from saying anything that mundane. You gotta have priorities, right?
I couldn't believe what was happening, as Bunny jumped onto me again and resumed kissing. Meanwhile, Jon rapidly stripped down to his boxers and crawled onto the bed to join us. Before long, Jon and I were each sucking on one of Bunny's nipples, with occasional excursions to her neck and mouth. I ran my hand up and down her thigh... and it bumped into Jon's hand that was already lightly fingering Bunny's mound, through her distinctly damp panties. Finally, Bunny pulled back.
"You know, Jon," she said, "before we were interrupted, I was just about to get to the root of your buddy here. Help me get his pants off."
They grabbed me and flipped me on my back. Then, with Bunny working the buttons, and Jon supplying to tugging power, I was soon naked. My rigid cock flopped against my stomach. They both slipped out of their remaining underwear at this point as well.
"Very nice boys," crooned Bunny, stroking one of our cocks in each hand. "Thanks for bringing me these nice toys to play with."
With that, she leaned over and popped my cock into her mouth. She began sucking vigorously, bobbing her head and using her teeth a little. Just when I realized that I was having the best blow job of my life, she pulled off and did the same to Jon for awhile.
Back and forth, she sucked us one, then the other. We were stroking her back and breasts, as best we could reach, and moaning with pleasure.
Finally she sat up and looked at us, seeming to make up her mind.
"You know, it's now or never. I want you to both fuck me at the same time. One in the pussy and one in the ass." If possible, I think that both Jon and I got a little harder at this announcement. Then she added "Or die of giggles trying."
"Have you taken it in the ass before?" I asked.
"Yeah, no problem," she replied, "it's great! I am going to have to take an enema first though. Help me clear my gear out of the shower."
With lots of body contact, we cleared the hotel bathroom for action. After awhile, I stopped getting embarrassed about Jon wrapping his arm around me almost as much as around Bunny. I started touching him back - in just the way that I'd been trying to convince myself that I didn't want to.
Bunny unscrewed the shower head from its hose and got a small warm stream flowing. Then she held it to her ass and got sort of an inward contemplative look on her face. The trickling of the water hitting the tub had stopped, and I realized that it was now flowing into Bunny! After a minute, she pulled the hose away from herself.
"Whew, that's enough for now." Stepping out of the tub, she said, "You have to move around for awhile to help the water do its job, not just stand there."
Jon and I had indeed been just standing there, slack-jawed, watching.
With that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and started rubbing her belly around on mine.
"This ought to do just about right."
Jon stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around us both.
"Hey," said Bunny, "Not yet, Jon, it's your turn to fill up!"
"Huh? " we both looked at her.
"What's good for the goose," she said firmly, "is good for the gander. If I'm going to go through this embarrassing shit, to get clean for you guys, then you guys are going through it too. Prepare to fill `er up, gentlemen."
A Weekend at The Coast, Part 3
Jon stepped into the tub, bent over, and pushed the trickling hose between his heroic ass cheeks. He seemed to be not entirely unfamiliar with the process. With one foot in front of the other, and his arm behind his back, he looked a bit like the classic statue of Atlas holding up the world. When he had taken his fill, Bunny told us to switch places.
With some apprehension, I placed the hose against my anus. A quick warm feeling told me that the water was entering me, but my body quickly convulsed and refused to let more water in.
"You've got to relax your stomach, let yourself fill up," said Bunny. "Just wait a minute until the pressure from the first bit goes down, then you can fill up some more."
It took a little while, but eventually, I was sure that I had a quart or more of warm water injected into my guts.
Bunny then announced that since Jon had never gotten his shower, the two of us would bathe him, and this activity would help to massage the enema around inside all of us. Jon stepped back into the small motel tub facing away from us, leaving just room for Bunny and I to get one foot in each, on either side of him. I wetted down Jon's muscular smooth body with the shower hose while Bunny, sitting on the edge of the tub, began soaping up his legs. Jon's erect, 10-inch cock bobbed in front of him.
I took another bar of soap and began lathering up Jon's torso. As I ran my hands across the broad muscular back and along the sharply tapering sides, my own cock bobbed around as well. Bunny reached out and licked it a few times, while keeping her hands busy with Jon. She seemed to have reached his crotch and was working soap into Jon's balls with one hand and his cock with the other. Meanwhile, I had taken a rough motel wash cloth and was vigorously scrubbing my side of Jon's back. Bunny took another cloth and started scrubbing her side of Jon. We worked our way down to his buttocks, then his massive thighs, and calves.
"Time for some shampoo," announced Bunny, "and reached high to pour some onto Jon's head.
We both worked the suds into Jon's long curly black hair, giving him a twenty-finger scalp massage. While reaching up to Jon's head, all of our bodies were pressed together, skin sliding on skin with the soapy lubrication. My hard cock was trapped between my belly and the side of Jon's ass. Water was splashing everywhere. I was getting incredibly hot. At first, I tried not to let Bunny see that I was having as much fun as she was, but after awhile I thought "what the hell," and just went for it - humping and rubbing away at Jon. Yes, of course Bunny and I were grabbing at each other too, as the opportunities presented themselves.
Bunny had to take a break to expel her enema (window open, fan on high) while I hosed the suds off of Jon. She filled herself up again, while Jon crapped out his enema. (Another heroic sculpture come to life - Rodin's "The Thinker.") I asked whether I should change mine next, but they told me that when it was time "I would know."
Now it was time to wash the other side of Jon. Back into the tub he went, this time facing out. We began soaping up his heroic chest, Bunny on one side, I on the other. As our fingers slid over the big pecs and defined abs, Jon's cock came to full attention again. (So did mine.) Before long, I had control of both pecs while Bunny was giving another scrub to Jon's crotch, scrotum, and cock. I was temporarily fixated on Jon's big hard nipples, jutting out from his rock hard pecs. They were so slippery from the soap that I couldn't grab hold of them - my fingers just kept sliding off.
A sudden pressure from my guts, let me know that It Was Time to go expel my enema. By the time, I was finished, Jon was rinsed off and being toweled down. My second fill went in easier than the first, and I seemed to take in more volume, too.
Jon and Bunny were now in a face-to-face hug, deep kissing each other. I stepped up behind Bunny and ran my hands up and down her sides, then cupped her breasts in my hands. Jon got his hands behind my lats and pulled us together into a tight Bunny sandwich. She turned her head to kiss one of us, then the other. Before long, Bunny had to excuse herself to go change her enema. After we stepped back to release her, Jon matter-of-factly grabbed me by the shoulders, hauled me into a hug and started kissing me. As if it were the most natural thing in the world to switch between frenching a woman and a man... Our hard cocks were pressed between our bellies and our hands roamed between each others asses and shoulders.
And so it went, making out in twosomes and threesomes while we each cycled through two or three more enemas. Finally, Bunny pronounced us clean, and after another quick shower, "clean inside and out." We took a break to reheat the pizza in the room's kitchenette, then finally ate it and drank a couple of beers. Bunny tried to pour her beer into the crevices between Jon's abs and drink it from him. Most of it ran off onto the bed, but it looked fun. I poured some of mine into Bunny's crotch, and licked the drippings from her pussy. Jon got in on some of that action too. It didn't take long for Bunny's pussy lips to swell up and get wet with more than just beer and saliva.
"Let's fuck," she said.
For our first attempt, Bunny decided that my cock would fit better in her ass and Jon's in her pussy. She got on her hands and knees on the bed. Jon crawled underneath her, and they started to 69. I put some lube on my fingers and worked it into the crack of her ass. Then I slowly slid a finger into her ass hole. I rotated my wrist one way then the other. She whimpered as I slid a second finger in and continued rotating to open her up. As always, I was amazed at how close a woman's ass hole is to her pussy, and how thin the wall feels between her rectum and vagina. As I finger-fucked bunny, my wrist rubbed against Jon's forehead. I asked Bunny if she was ready for my cock. She moaned an affirmative.
I placed the head of my cock against her hole, looked at it there for a moment, and slowly pushed forward. Her lubed up ass slowly spread over and engulfed the head of my cock. Bunny whimpered again and her ass ring clenched behind the head of my cock, milking me for several beats. Then, with short little strokes, I started to fuck my cock deeper into Bunny's ass, dipping a little deeper each time. Jon was still tonguing her pussy, and as my throbbing cock slid home into her ass, my balls were pushing against his forehead. I felt a strange warm pulling sensation, and realized that Jon had sucked one of my balls into his mouth and was rolling it around with his tongue!
When Jon released my nuts, I pulled back slowly until just the head of my cock was still inside Bunny's chute, then pushed back in. Slow fucking her to get her ass lubed up and stretched out for action.
"You don't have to baby me, any more" she said, "fuck me hard!"
I wasn't sure whether to feel insulted, and didn't much care - I just aimed to please. I started slamming it into her so that her ass cheeks flattened out on my pelvis with each stroke. She started letting out little moans on each thrust. Then I jack-rabbitted her for awhile, her ass making a rapid slapping noise against my body.
"Oh, god, yeah! Oh.," she moaned, "O.K., I'm ready for another cock."
Jon had crawled out from underneath when the jack-rabbitting started. Now I pulled back on Bunny's body and he lifted so that she was upright, knees bent, suspended on my cock and our hands under her shoulders. Jon spread his knees to match up his cock with Bunny's crotch, and rubbed it against the opening of her vagina. But now the pussy was closed up. I hugged her body tight against me, while Jon worked at her pussy with his fingers to open it up again.
Finally, we lifted Bunny's body until only the head of my cock was still in her, and held her there with the pressure of our chests. Jon worked the head of his cock into her pussy with his hands. My thighs were touching Jons. Bunny's sweaty body was squeezed between us. We slowly lowered her, and fucked our cocks into her holes. Her head flopped back onto my shoulder and she started making short moaning noises.
"Unnnn! Uggh! Ohhhh! Unnn! Unn. Unn. Unn."
I could feel Jon's cock inside Bunny! We fucked her by lifting her body up and down, on and off of our slick cocks. Then we started a little back and forth action so that I fucked a stroke then held still while Jon fucked a stroke. Fuck front. Fuck back. Fuck front. Fuck back. Every time that Jon's cock fucked out and back in, I could feel it pushing against my cock, through the wall of Bunny's rectum. I think that Bunny started orgasming immediately. My scrotum and Jon's were bouncing off each other.
Jon could have probably kept that up all night, but it was hell on my back and knees. My cock wanted it to go on forever. Sweat was pouring off of my body. Bunny's sweat was dripping onto my body. Finally I couldn't hold out any more and moaned out that I needed to rest my back.
The whole ball of flesh rolled toward Jon, only disengaging for a second or two. We ended up with Jon lying on the bed, Bunny impaled on his cock, laying on him, and me on top, with my cock halfway into Bunny's ass. We tried fucking in that position for a while. It was fun, but the mechanics weren't good. Finallly we rolled off of each other and lay side by side on the bed for awhile to recover.
"Oh god that was great," murmered Bunny, "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life before!"
We lay there, idly petting each other for half an hour or so. Bunny was running her hand lightly up and down Jon's torso. She'd play with his nipple for awhile, then she'd play with his cock for awhile. Once in awhile, she turned and gave me a little attention too. I know, Jon was hard to resist. I was doing pretty much the same to Bunny, playing with her breasts, stroking her stomach, and once in awhile dipping my hand in to finger her pussy for awhile.
After a time, Bunny noted that neither of us had orgasmed yet, and started pointedly stroking Jon's cock. When it seemed hard to her satisfaction, she rolled over and got on her hands and knees.
"Saddle up, cowboy," she said.
Jon climbed up behind her and started to slowly fuck her doggy style. Both of them were making little happy moans. Having this little porn show going on right in my face got me kind of excited too. I laid down on my back and pushed my head under Bunny from the side. Jon's cock was sliding in and out of Bunny's pussy an inch from my nose. I reached up with my tongue and tasted... The base of Jon's cock slid back and forth across my tongue, leaving trails of Bunny's pussy juices. Probing with my tongue, I found Bunny's clit and started lapping at it. Then Jon. Then Bunny. Then Jon. Then Bunny. Bunny was sometimes stroking my own cock, but couldn't keep her balance very well while doing so. Finally, she just leaned on her hands and moaned.
Jon started fucking a little harder and I had to get my head out of the way. I sat back on my heels, watching the action and stroking my cock. I started thinking about the intense orgasm that Bunny had experienced, being in the middle of the sandwich. Now it was Jon's turn for a big orgasm. Almost before I knew what I was doing, I had a hand full of lube and was working it into Jon's deep ass crack, and slipping a finger into his ass. Jon looked back at me for a minute, surprised. Then he grinned at me, turned, and bent down to nibble Bunny's ear. The beautiful smooth asshole that I'd glimpsed in the shower the day before was now fully revealed right in front of me. Soon, I had two fingers inside the tight muscular ring, and was working them in, turning my wrist one way then the other. Jon's asshole felt a lot different from Bunny's. Stronger. Thicker. I reached inside as far as I could and probed behind the base of Jon's cock. There. That must be the prostate. I pushed against it with one finger and moved it in little circles. Jon let out a wordless groan and stopped fucking for a moment.
How did we get to this moment? Here is my hard cock, pressed against the little dimple of Jon's asshole, deep in the cleft of his big jock buttocks. Jon leans back toward me and the asshole flares. And. Swallows. My. Cock. I don't know if I am making the little fucking motions, or Jon, but my cock is sinking deeper and deeper. Now my groin is pressed firmly against Jon's hot ass and my cock is buried fully in his guts. My hands are on his hips, pulling myself deeper into him. I am fucking Jon the bronzed sex god.
"Hold still," he whispered.
Then Jon started moving his own hips. Fucking his cock forward into Bunny. Fucking his ass backward onto my cock. Sometimes he paused and clenched his ass muscles, milking my cock. Forward. Backward. Forward. Backward. He started to pick up speed. I tried to hold my hips as steady as I could, letting Jon supply the motive power. Even still, we were bouncing around on the bed as Jon started putting his magnificent muscles into the job. He was groaning and sweating. Bunny was making little gasping noises every time Jon's cock bottomed out in her. I was sweating and breathing hard. Jon was fucking faster and faster. I could feel his ass clenching me tighter, tighter, as if it was trying to crap me out. I leaned in closer as Jon's fucking gained jack-rabbit intensity. A wordless yell escaped his throat and he was pumping loads of cum into Bunny. I was just holding on for the ride. I felt my own balls starting to churn, building up toward orgasm, when Jon's hips finally slowed and stopped pumping. His sweaty head hung down. I could feel that he was still pumping some little squirts of cum because his ass was still spasming on my cock.
I couldn't help myself. When Jon stopped pumping, I started. The force of my hips slamming into his ass, forced his cock to keep dipping into Bunny's pussy. I was already so close, it didn't take very long before I was pumping cum into Jon. My hips rapidly slamming into Jon's muscular ass made little smacking sounds as I felt myself being forced in a liquid magma down the length of my cock and out of my body. Then I was spent, and we all collapsed onto the bed. Our sweaty bodies pressed tightly together.
We must have dozed off to sleep for awhile. At least I did. I awoke sometime before dawn to the comforting but unfamiliar sensation of someone else's naked flesh pressed against mine. As awareness flooded my mind, I remembered where I was, and what we had been doing. At the memory, my cock grew hard again.
I was not the only one awake. There was a stirring in the dark, and a mouth closed over mine. It was Bunny. Languidly, we kissed and petted each other. Jon, too, was awake, I realized, as his hand was also running along both of our bodies.
Thinking about all of the new sexual feelings that I had experienced that weekend, I realized that something was still missing. If I didn't go for it now, who knew when I would ever have the opportunity, or the courage to try again? Groping in the dark, I found one of the small lamps by the bed and turned it on. I sat up and looked down on the two beautiful people who I'd been sharing the night with.
"Hey guys," I said, "I still haven't had my sandwich yet..."
They looked at me for a couple of beats. My guts clenched with apprehension... Then Jon smiled and started stroking his cock.
I handed the lube to Jon and bent over, presenting my ass to him. He started working his fingers into my virgin hole, working lube up inside of me. I moaned, but after a moment, I found it relatively easy to relax and let Jon's fingers open me up. Bunny laid her head on the bed next to mine and kissed me. Jon massaged my prostate, and it felt so hot, my cock was soon hard again. It was time.
I had Jon lay back on the bed. I straddled him, and slowly squatted, lowering my ass onto his rigid cock. I aimed his cock with one hand, closed my eyes, and concentrated on relaxing my asshole against the building pressure. I felt movement. My hole was opening. All at once, a brief stretching, pain, relaxation, then fullness. I realized that my asshole had just stretched itself over the head of Jon's cock, then closed tightly around his shaft! I started lowering myself and felt the hot shaft of meat moving into me across my ass lips. Lower and lower. I knew it wasn't more than about ten inches, but the feeling was so intense that it seemed to keep going in forever!
Finally, I was full, no more cock would fit inside me. I felt down to my ass with one hand and there seemed to be at least another inch to go. Slowly. Ever so slowly, I rocked my squat up and down. I needed that last inch. I wanted all of Jon inside me! Suddenly, I felt something moving inside me. My guts were rearranging themselves to accommodate Jon's huge shaft. The resistance vanished and I sank down until my ass was resting lightly on Jon's pelvis. The whole thing was inside me! I was getting fucked! I was a fag boy now for sure, and it felt great!
I put my hands behind me to take some of my weight and started fucking myself up and down on Jon's cock. Impaling myself over and over again. The feeling was great! My hard cock waved in the air. Bunny straddled me and squatted to spike her pussy onto me. I thrust upward into Bunny, then downward onto Jon. I felt like I was threaded like a bead on a thick, hot shaft of flesh that went in my ass and out my dick. We pumped around like that for a minute or so. It was hot and fun, but the geometry wasn't good for long.
Eventually, we re-arranged ourselves into the train formation, like before, with Bunny on her hands and knees, me on my knees, bent over fucking her from behind, and Jon on his knees behind me, fucking me. This time I was in the driver's seat. I humped myself forward and back, running the raw shivering bead of myself forward and back on the flesh abacus. The sensations of movement and penetration in my guts were incredibly intense, like nothing I had felt before.
A sudden pain/pleasure on my chest caused my eyes to blink open. Jon was reaching around to twist my nipples! Then I just lost it. I was moaning and gibbering like some kind of monkey, slamming my hips into Bunny with loud slapping noises, my ass clamping down on Jon's burning hard shaft. There was no going back. My orgasm rose up red over my eyes and I was pumping furiously, my cum jetting into Bunny. Sweat flying everywhere. Animal noises. Muscles clenching. And I subsided. Propped up on one arm with the other wrapped around Bunny. And just as I had done earlier, Jon started long-dicking me. I gasped as his huge cock bottomed out in me over and over. Building up speed. I was getting fucked for real! Soon he was pumping his load into my guts. The shock of his thrusts was forcing my dick in and out of Bunny. I was floating in a warm red glow. My cock, still half-hard inside Bunny was radiating satisfied heat. My guts and asshole were on fire and full of Jon's slowly softening log. We slowly collapsed to the bed in a puddle of heaving flesh.
We were just drifting off to sleep again, when a sudden thought intruded.
DAMN! The BOAT!
In a sudden panic, we leaped out of the bed, grabbed some quick showers, with only minimal groping, and jumped into some sweats. We rapidly stuffed our nearly dry dive suits into their bags, and scrambled to haul the gear out to the truck. Stopping to grab some coffee and donuts at the all night grocery, we made it to the dock just as the sun was coming up.
Our panic subsided as we commandeered a couple of dock carts to haul our stuff down to the charter boat and loaded up. Fortunately, there was nearly a two-hour run out to the area where we would be diving that day.
As the boat motored out of the harbor, the three of us collapsed on the big pile of dive bags outside the engine room and slept soundly. With big, big smiles on our faces.