Holiday Fun (MMM)
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This story is based on real events that took place in Tenerife in the mid 1990's.
My partner Chris and I were taking our usual winter break in the sun. This January it was two weeks in Playa de Las Americas in Tenerife. We are both in our early forties and have been together for nearly ten years. At home in Britain, we have a fairly monogamous relationship, but when abroad we are not adverse to a bit of holiday fun!
It was around two in the morning and the few gay bars in Playa de Las Americas were starting to wind down for the night, so we made our way down to section of the promenade that was cruisey to check out the action. I went down on to the beach to see what was happening by the sea wall while Chris sat on a bench to watch the passing scenery. There was a fair amount of action on the beach and it was not long before I was on my knees sucking off one of the cute looking Spanish lads. However, after a while he gently pushed me away before doing up his jeans and moving off to explore the rest of the action. I decided to go back up and join Chris.
When I got to the top of the steps, I saw that he had a good-looking blond guy with him. Not wanting to spoil Chris' chances, I was about to turn and go back down onto the beach when Chris waved me over. As I walked over to them, I could see that the bloke looked to be in his late twenties and had that stocky rugby player build. As I joined them on the bench Chris introduced me and then said, "This is Steve and he has just been telling me how he has always fantasised about being bedded by two guys."
"Well in that case we better get a taxi back to the apartment so that Steve can tell us if the reality is better than the fantasy." I replied. As we walked over to the taxi rank, Steve explained to us that he was on holiday for the week with his mates and this was to be final fling before getting married at Easter! Some fling, I thought, but if he wanted to try it out with two guys who were we to judge?
When we got to the taxi rank, all three of us jumped into the back of the waiting Mercedes at the head of the rank. As luck would have it Steve was in the middle, so on the short drive back to our apartment both Chris and I had a good grope of Steve's equipment. He was wearing baggy jeans down on the prom so I had not been able to see the outline of anything. However, my grope told me there was plenty down there and that someone was very excited. Steve also took the opportunity to give us both a feel over. Very soon, we were at our apartment. The layout of the complex was such that we did not have to go through the reception area to get to our apartment, so we were able to get Steve back to our room without having to field any awkward questions!
"Mind if I freshen up guys?" asked Steve once we had the door closed.
"No," I replied. "The bathroom is at the end of the hall. Do you want a beer?"
"That would be great," he replied as he pushed the bathroom door closed.
I went into the kitchen and poured us three beers before going through to join Chris in the lounge. Luckily, I had put the glasses down on the coffee table, as at that moment, Steve walked into the room, and I am sure I would have dropped them. As it was both, Chris' jaw and mine dropped. While freshening up Steve had stripped off all his clothes and was now standing bollock naked in the lounge. While my assessment of Steve's build had been fairly good down at the beach, the baggy jeans and top had hidden just how hunky a body he had. Firm chest with just a light dusting of blond fluff, six-pack stomach and eight thick inches of hard uncut cock with what seemed to be a pair of melon sized balls swinging underneath. This was all set off by his light brown tan, although it was somewhat marred by the wide white patch that showed that Steve wore shorts on the beach. I decided at that moment that I wanted Steve's hard cock up my arse before the end of the night.
"Looks like someone's eager for action," I said, once I stopped gawping at Steve's body.
"Yes it does. I think we better strip for action," was Chris' response. While Chris was peeling off his clothes, I moved behind Steve, reached around him and started to play with his nipples. As soon as I gently rubbed the palm of my hand across them, I felt the nipples rapidly stiffen and Steve groaned with pleasure. "Umm, you guys don't know how long I have dreamt of this happening." Chris was naked by now and had started to suck on one of Steve's now hard nipples. I quickly stripped off and took up my position behind Steve again. My now free and hard cock sliding down the crack of Steve's arse so that my cock head was nestling behind those big balls.
As Chris continued to give Steve's nipples a work out with his tongue, I slowly stroked my hands down Steve's chest and stomach to reach the root of his cock before continuing down to that pair of massive balls. I worked my fingers around behind them, taking a ball in each hand. I then tugged his balls forward and down which caused Steve to groan, "Oh yes, pull those balls". Finding that Steve was not averse to having his balls worked over I moved around to kneel in front of him. I then circled the neck of his ball sack with one hand, allowing me pull and twist his balls. It was obvious that Steve was well into this, as precum was stringing from the end of his cock and starting to puddle on the tiled floor. Not wanting to waste any of this precious juice, I intercepted the flow with my tongue and began to milk the juice from his monster cock with my free hand.
Meanwhile, Chris had moved so he was kneeling behind Steve. I assumed that he was working his tongue up and down Steve's crack and giving his arsehole a rimming. Chris' work out of Steve's hole combined with my cock and ball work was obviously having an effect as I could feel Steve start to sag at the knees as the sensations became too much for him. "Guys, I think we better throw the cushions off the sofa onto the floor so we can lie down before Steve falls down" I said. The sofa was designed to open out into a bed so it had two long cushions. As soon as they hit the floor Steve dropped on his back on to cushions legs spread wide, he was like a bitch on heat he was so eager. "Take me guys."
Chris knelt over Steve's chest and started to feed him his six inches of meat. It was obvious to me from the way Steve sucked Chris' cock straight down it was not Steve's first experience sucking cock. While it was a great turn on for me to see someone else sucking my boyfriend's meat, I didn't spend too much time watching as I wanted to get Steve's eight inch monster down my throat. It took me a few attempts until my throat opened up before I could take in all of Steve's cock. I then started to give his cock head a workout with my throat muscles. >From the way his cock throbbed and swelled in my throat, it seemed like he was enjoying it! There was not much he could say about it, as his mouth was full of Chris' cock.
As I continued to give Steve's cock an oral work out, I slowly ran my fingers up the inside of his thighs until I reached his rosebud arsehole. As soon as my fingertips reached their goal I felt his arsehole open, inviting me to explore further. I gently probed his hole with my index finger; thanks to Chris' earlier rimming Steve's hole was slick with spit and my finger easily slipped through his ring. I was soon in as far as I could reach. Steve groaned as my fingertip pushed across his prostate and my reward was a river of his juicy precum in my mouth.
I knew if I was to take Steve's cock up my arse I would also need a good rimming from Chris. I am used to taking Chris' six inches up my arse with no problems but Steve as well as being longer was also about twice the thickness! In fact, Steve was about the same size as one of the dildos we had at home, and I knew from experience I could only take that if Chris first gave me good rimming and we used plenty of lube.
While I had been giving Steve his oral and anal workout, Chris changed position so that he could watch the action better. He was now knelt over Steve's head facing me but with his cock continuing to fill Steve's mouth. Without letting Steve's cock slip from my mouth or my finger coming unplugged from his arse I swivelled round so my arse was within reach of Chris. He soon got the message and his tongue was trying to push its way through my ring. Steve meanwhile seeing my cock was within reach was soon milking the precum out of my cock with his hand.
When Chris felt my hole open up to his tongue he took Steve's hand and having made sure that Steve's fingers had a good coating of my precum brought his hand up to my arse. Steve got the idea and soon has his index finger plugged up my arse. "I think you are going to need a bit of opening up if you want Steve's tool up your arse," said Chris."Did you keep that Champagne bottle we finished last night?"
"Yes I think it's still in the cupboard under the sink. The maid didn't come in today," I said after I got my mouth free of Steve's cock.
Chris went into the kitchen and collected the empty bottle, stripped the foil off the neck before going into the bedroom to collect the lube and rubbers. "I would have never thought to use a Champagne bottle as a dildo," said Steve.
"Want to try it?" asked Chris. "It makes a good arse stretcher, the deeper it goes the wider it stretches. We think using the bottle afterwards is one of the best reason for drinking cava."
"No I think I'll pass, I haven't been fucked often. I can cope with cocks the size of you guys but I don't think I've got the bottle for the bottle so to speak."
"Well for fuck sake you two, stop talking about it, get it lubed up and in my arse," I said impatiently.
"Well get on your back and get your legs in the air then," was Chris' quick reply. With that, Chris smothered the bottle and my arse in lube. "Want to do the honours Steve?" asked Chris. Steve took the bottle off Chris, while Chris moved round so he was keeling with his knees either side of my head and his dick within sucking range of my mouth. Chris took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs up so that my arse was stretched wide open exposing my hole. Steve pushed the bottle up against my hole, and as I was already loose the neck of the bottle easily slipped in easily. "Just push gently and see how far it goes in," said Chris.
"God that feels good," I said before wrapping my lips round Chris's cock.
"That right, slowly feed him his bottle, work it in and out. He'll soon want that monster dick of yours up there instead," Chris instructed. It felt to me like I had the whole fucking bottle up my arse. Precum poured out of my dick every time Steve dragged the top of the bottle across my prostate. Steve leant down and licked the juice off my belly before taking my rock hard cock into his mouth again. He timed his movements on my dick with the bottle, deep throating me as he pushed the bottle in. I groaned with pleasure, but I knew he would make me cum if he carried on much more and I wanted to cum with his dick up me arse not a bottle. Chris meanwhile was getting off on the view and the blowjob I was giving him.
"Right I think I am ready for the real think now," I said. "Steve, do you fancy being the filling in fuck sandwich, you fuck me and while Chris fucks you?"
"I said I wanted to be bedded by two men and I can't think of a better way to do it than that!" replied Steve. "How do we do it?"
"Well first off get one of these on," said Chris passing Steve a rubber, while at the same time opening a packet for himself. "Then, while I hold Tony's legs up, get that cock of your's as far up his arse as you can."
Although I was well loosened up by the bottle work out it still took my breath away when Steve pushed his eight inches into me. I thought I was going to drop my load there and then, but knowing that Chris wanted to be part of the action I somehow managed to hold on.
When I felt Steve's balls brush my arse I knew he was all the way in. Chris took a good hand full of lube and worked it into Steve's hole. He then gently slid his six-inch cock deep into Steve. I could see from his face that it was not as easy for him to have a shaft up his arse, but I felt Steve's dick swell as Chris bottomed out and hit his prostrate.
"I don't know about you guys but I don't think I an going to be able to last long," said Chris. "OK Steve, I am going to pull out of you a bit, you can then start shafting Tony, as you pull out you will push yourself back onto my dick"
We managed about a minute like that before Chris cried out, "I'm cumming." Thrusting all the way into Steve, he pushed him deep into me as well. That was too much for the both of us. I felt Steve's cock swell in me and I shot my load immediately.
"Christ," said Steve. "I don't think I have ever cum like that before, the reality was definitely better than the fantasy."
"That's what happens when you're the filling in a fuck sandwich," I sniggered.
After a couple of minutes, we uncoupled so to speak. We were all dripping in sweat and both Steve and myself were covered in my cum where I had shot between us. "I think we had all better get in the shower and get this mess cleaned off," I said.
After we showered, it was close to five in the morning. Steve got dressed, we asked him to stay for a coffee, but he said he had to get back to his mates. "So what will you tell them about where you have been?" I asked.
"Oh I'll just tell them I have been sowing some wild oats, it's not my fault if they guess the wrong sex is it?"
We saw Steve cruising the scene again a couple of nights latter, he acknowledged us but was too busy being taken home by a slim blond Scandinavian to stop and talk. He was definitely making the most of his last few weeks of freedom!
My other stories on Nifty are:
Kinky Father and Son in the Gay Incest section (Posted 5th March 2009) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/kinky-father-and-son
Friends Grandson in Gay Adult Youth http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/friends-grandson/