Marty was 22, and he'd been in a very heavy sexual relationship for four years - his partner, Peter, was great - heavily-cocked, and a long stayer in bed, but they'd split up recently because Peter had wanted him to stop playing the gay scene - which Marty loved - and rather than hang around the apartment on his own, Marty decided that he had to get away from the city, so he threw some things into a case, stuck a pin in a map, which isn't a very wise thing to do, and which is why he now found himself in a small seaboard town a mere 100 miles from the city he'd just left.
The beach house he'd rented was the only building on this small stretch of coastline; the town itself being a short drive away, so he'd also rented himself a small car.
That morning, Marty decided to get up early and wash the car, which was already showing severe evidence of being parked near the beach, so he flung on an old pair of cut-offs, dropped a sponge into a bucket filled with slightly unhealthy-looking water, and set to work.
He'd been going for about a half hour, when he heard a voice behind me.
"Hi."
He spun round in surprise to find a good-looking man standing watching him. Marty looked down at himself, covered in wet, holding the sponge, and feeling slightly ridiculous.
"Hi yourself," he replied, and introduced himself.
"I'm Joe," the guy replied, holding out his hand.
Cunt, thought Marty, he can see my hands are full, but he smiled anyway, put the sponge on top of the car and gripped Joe's outstretched hand, noticing suddenly how dark his eyes were, how his moustache framed a set of dazzling teeth, and how broad-shouldered he was.
Marty also noticed that he had a healthy bulge in his jeans.
Joe looked about 40, and in real good shape.
"Need a hand?" he asked.
"Nah, it won't take long."
"We live up the lake road," he went on, "A couple of miles."
He inclined his head in the direction of the hills.
"We?"
"My brother Earl and me."
Marty nodded, not quite sure how to continue this conversation usefully, and realising that, having had no sex since he and Peter had, he was now feeling incredibly horny, so he turned back and carried on sponging down the car, aware that Joe's eyes never left him, and embarrassed to admit to a growing swelling jutting out from the front of his cut-offs
"Well, I guess I'll take a dip," said Joe after a long silence. "You mind?"
"Feel free, Joe, it's not my beach."
With that, he kicked off his trainers, stripped off his socks, jeans and T-shirt.
It was then that Marty saw he wore no underwear, and was taken aback when his long cock and heavily loaded balls swung into view. The cock was really quite something; about 10 inches long he guessed, and wide, and his loins began to ache, much against his will.
"Wait for me!" came another voice, and Marty turned, to see, running up behind Joe and stripping off as he went, another good-looking guy - Earl, Marty presumed - now also naked, who waved as he passed, following his brother towards the thundering surf.
Marty watched them as they went, his cock rising, and pushing out the front of his cut-offs even further, admiring their powerful, tanned backs and hard-muscled butts, as they entered the waves, splashing and rolling in the white breakers.
Joe turned to Marty and waved, his beautiful body lean and taut.
"C'mon in!" he cried out, cupping his mouth with his hands.
Marty could just about hear the voice before it was carried away by the wind, and he looked first at the two nude guys frolicking in the surf, then looked back at the half-cleaned car and thought fuck it, so he kicked off his clothes, gave his rising cock a stroke, and ran to join them.
The sea was bitter cold, but by the time they'd pushed him right under a couple of times teasing him and wrestling with him, the chill had gone, and Marty soon was swimming in the swirling waters like an eel. Suddenly he took in a mouthful of water, which seemed to be undiluted salt, making him cough and retch, and he stood there, hunched and spluttering. Then he felt Joe come up behind him, his hard cock pressed against Marty's butt.
"You OK, Marty?" he asked with a concerned voice.
"Sure, sure!" he gagged, his own prick rising as Joe's cock stayed there, now upright and pressing into Marty's crack.
Marty's mind seemed to be in a daze for some reason - there was an intoxication of some sort, just being here with these two great-looking guys - and he reached back, his hands on Joe's thighs, pulling him nearer, while he gazed at the horizon, then at the beach house.
Just then Earl splashed over to them.
"Let's go back to the house, guys."
His voice was soft, but commanding, and they turned to walk up the beach. For some reason, Joe held Marty's hand, which may sound silly, but he didn't pull away or resist, and he was only aware of his feet rising and falling on the sand, as they all three headed up the beach, their enormous erections showing them the way.
Marty stumbled up the steps, opened the door, and almost fell into the place with Joe, who held him tight as he leant flat against the wall, leaving Earl to close the door behind him.
As soon as they were indoors, Marty sank to his knees, opening his mouth over Joe's swollen, uncut cock, pulling back the sheath to reveal the liquid treasure of his purplish piss-slit, while licking up and down the shaft, tasting and savouring the pre-cum, breathing nosily through his nose, in his heated desire to consume Joe's meat, then Joe shoved his cock further down Marty's throat as he played with his balls.
Earl bent over him from behind, his huge cock on Marty's shoulder, stroking his nipples, and kissing his neck, while Marty's own cock strained painfully. Since Peter's departure he was desperate for sex, and could feel the drool oozing from his cock-head.
Then Joe tapped him on the shoulder, nodding towards the bedroom, and as if in a dream, Marty rose and took his hand as Joe led the way, with Earl close behind them, both his hands stroking Marty's butt. Marty knew he was in for some great sex that day, and wanted to take it slow and easy and enjoy it all the way, as Joe lay back on the bed, with Marty laying face-up between his thighs, taking him once more deep into his mouth.
He loved the feel of this powerful cock in his throat; the balls heavy on his forehead as he sucked hard, then Earl raised and opened Marty's legs wide, swiftly going down on him, taking the entire length into his saliva-filled mouth.
Marty grabbed hold of Earl's hair, seeking to push the man's face lower and lower onto him, as he inserted first two fingers into Marty, then three, and then the fourth, this time up to the knuckles, fisting him gently, turning and twisting the hand inside him, making him writhe and raise his ass from the bed. Marty moaned while sucking Joe's meat, as Earl's hand swooped and dived within him, the fingers being intimate witnesses of Marty's bowels, and the city boy's prick stretched in Earl's mouth in lust as he fisted him to paradise and back.
Marty suddenly tasted a change in the flow from Joe - the clear pre-cum was being replaced by something funkier and thicker, and he knew Joe was going to cum fairly soon, as he traced his free hand up the inside of Joe's thigh, feeling the slight muscular tremor as the spunk gathered.
Joe's hand was now on his shaft between Marty's lips and his bush, stroking his length straight down into the mouth, while Earl continued to blow him deeply, his lips rising and falling, while Marty stroked his head, curling his fingers in the hair, loving the way Earl cupped his balls as he sucked and fisted him, and he could feel the tingling onset of an orgasm deep in his sac.
Joe was now at the point of no return, his balls bulging with cum, groaning above Marty, his thighs shaking, and then, with a loud gasp, he came. Marty had to loosen his lips on the cockhead as it sprayed him - there was no way he could take all that load; coating his mouth and face with the creamy gift, and it was then, with Marty's face covered in jizz that he let rip with his own climax, hearing Earl gag and choke as the spunk hit the back of his throat, the fisting hand quickly sliding out to hold and control Marty's pulsing prick.
Again and again Marty pumped out his cum, almost drowning, meanwhile, in Joe's viscous joy-juice, then he felt Earl move away, and, through a milky curtain over his eyes, he watched Earl rise and stand on the bed, suddenly feeling the vast splashes as he jacked-off over Marty's belly.
Marty totally lost it then, because he could just about recall writhing on the bed, licking up spunk wherever he could find it, scooping up the pools that Earl had sprayed on him, wiping his face with the palms of his hands, and swallowing, and somewhere, deep in his mind came the thought that if he were found dead tomorrow, the verdict would be 'overdosed on semen'.
Marty woke suddenly, thinking it had all been a dream, when he felt the cold stickiness of spunk on him.
Lots of spunk.
And then he saw the two hunky men lying beside him.
He moved slightly and Joe stirred, and looked around him, first at Earl and then at Marty, then he leaned over and kissed Marty, dabbing his tongue in the cheesy mess encrusted on his face, before moving off the bed, trailing cum from his cock as he staggered towards the shower. Earl woke, and smiled at Marty, lying flat on his back, stroking his leaking cock, before lazily rolling off the bed and following them.
The beach house had one of those big walk-in showers, so there was plenty of room for all three. Joe turned on the faucet, a hot stream of water hit them hard, sending them staggering blindly into each other, until he managed to cope with the temperature mixer, bringing the water heat down to a sensuous level and they both began soaping Marty. Earl kissed him, open-mouthed, tasting the cum they'd both devoured earlier, and Marty reached down and stroked his cock, feeling it growing and stretching in his hands.
Joe turned the water off, and poured some lube from a bottle on the shower shelf, onto his hand, and started fingering Marty's ass. Marty bent slightly, still kissing Earl and felt four fingers go up him, once again, to the knuckle, and he knew he was ready for more cock.
Earl's prick was huge in Marty's hand, and the city boy wanted it deep in his ass instead of fingers.
"Fuck me!" he hissed, his voice hoarse with longing. "Fuck me!"
Earl's eyes flashed as Marty spoke, his teeth were bared and he looked crazy for a moment, but Marty didn't care what he did to him now, as Earl dragged him out of the shower and onto his back on the tiled floor. He roughly parted Marty's thighs as wide as they'd go, then pushed his cock against the sphincter ring; Marty was already greased up from Joe's fingers, and the long, thick cock started to slide into him.
Marty gasped.
He was so fucking BIG, but he wanted him.
He wanted Earl riding him and filling him with jizz!
Earl looked down at his cock, holding it firmly with one hand as he poled Marty, making him scrabble and claw with his finger nails at the tiled floor as the force of the entry shoved Marty, sliding him along until the bathroom wall prevented him from going any further. Marty lifted the heavy balls that were lying on his face, trying to raise himself to see, and with a satisfied smile saw that Earl's bush was right against his ass cheeks.
Marty flung back his head, letting the balls drop back onto him, savouring their aroma, and the gamey, meaty feel of Joe's ass cheeks over his face, delirious and gasping; this huge flesh intruder feeling as though it was halfway up to his throat. Earl didn't make a move for a while - Marty don't think even he believed he'd get it all the way up inside him.
Marty groaned, a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain, as Earl withdrew slightly, then filled him again, and he wrapped his legs around the man to keep him there as long as possible.
Suddenly, his hands grabbed Marty's body, and he could feel Earl pulling him over to one side, then he realised that Earl wanted Marty on top, so he helped him to heave them both over until Marty was squatting on him, thighs astride that beautiful body, feeling him penetrate his bowels even further, as if that was possible!
Joe came and stood over Earl, and fed Marty his cock; Marty was so out of it that he kept on taking it down his throat until his nose was buried in the bush, startled momentarily at how much he'd swallowed, as he began to rise and fall on Earl's cock, listening to the slurping as the cock rose and fell within him, all the while stroking himself, his hardness becoming more pronounced as Earl's prick touched his prostate.
He was wild now, and Earl's face had a look on it that told Marty to expect his cum any moment. Earl tightly gripped his thighs, thrusting his hips up to meet Marty's movements, as Joe fucked his face, holding the back of his head with both hands clasped, while Marty held his long shaft, jacking him hard while he sucked.
The sounds in the room became deadened, and all Marty was aware of, was that flesh pole moving silently between his lips, and the hard man meat that rose and fell jerkily in his rectum.
Marty decided to heighten Joe's pleasure, by pressing a finger to the base of his shaft, when it began to pulse. Joe gasped, as he realised what Marty was doing, and held his head tighter, while Marty sucked hard, then, after what seemed like forever, with his cock straining in the city boy's throat Marty let him go, feeling the spunk power into his mouth, as Joe pumped against his face in a frenzy, and he peered up, as best he could at Joe's opened mouth stretched wide, as if in a silent scream as Marty masturbated wildly now, sending splashes of clear pre-cum all over Earl's belly.
Earl's hips were rising and falling manically on the tiled floor as his body roared its way into a climax, thrusting unevenly, streaming towards that moment Marty always loved, when all stops still, and now Earl's hips were raised stiffly beneath him, lifting him up and sending a stinging stream of cum up into him, bathing him in its warmth, while Joe continued to pull Marty's face tight to his cock, forcing him to drink his cum, which Marty tried to do without gagging, but only with a supreme effort.
Marty finally let go with his load, which arced over Earl, splashing as far as his chin, and then a further load hit his lips, while his tongue darted out eagerly to taste the jizz.
Marty came in floods, and he felt his sphincter clench around Earl's cock as he spasmed, almost passing out with the releasing of passion by all three of them, then he slowly released Joe's cock from between his lips, his tongue licking as it left him, cupping his hand beneath it, to catch the drops of spunk that flowed after it.
He pressed his hands flat on the tiled floor and eased himself up, feeling Earl's enormous cock slide from his depths, shivering slightly at the cold air that seemed to rush into the emptiness of butt, and then he rolled over onto the floor, as Joe sagged to his knees beside Earl.
Smiling, Marty brushed the damp hair from his forehead, as he surveyed the scene, and knew that as soon as they'd all caught their breath, they'd fuck for the rest of the afternoon and long into the night.
_ Cal Ritchie