The first day on the beach I wasn't expecting much. It was September, it hadn't been the hottest Summer on record and our part of the beach is where elderly people go. Usually.
So I was pleasantly surprise when, after sitting down on my deck chair, I noticed two families, with kids and all, just in front of me. I consider myself a good representative of the gay population, and as such I couldn't exempt myself from evaluating the over 20, male part of those families.
The two are typical of the region: not extremely good looking, but slim, tallish and with big arms due to hard manual labour. Not the best I could hope for, but still someone I could certainly fantasize on.
My fantasy was to receive a boost. Two couples, young couples, were playing cards nearby. One was really beautiful, probably still in his teens though. But the other one... towards 30, slim and tanned, six pack, shaved or naturally bold I don't know. Either way, that usually means one thing in my book: big dick!
I was already feeling the excitement but I couldn't do anything, not only because I was on the beach, but also because I was with my mum. And it was very very hard for me, especially as I was few rows behind me a big muscle guy in, finally, speedos, and not those horrible and so not-revealing shorts. His speedos weren't very revealing though, but I hoped he was a grower rather than a shower. And what a grower will he be.
I was feeling pretty horny at this time, with all those hot guys in my mind, and I wasn't expecting what was about to hit the beach: the hottest daddy on Earth. He arrived wearing a very tight pair of shorts and a vest that was already showing some very hard pecs. It must have been his first day as he didn't have a clue where his assigned place was. He wandered a little between the umbrellas looking, I realized later, for his wife. He walked in front of me too and I could look at those hard cheeks and strong legs that will, I was sure, became a very important part of my fantasy. Or so I thought.
He finally found his wife and place and started to undress. The vest was the first to go. I was able to admire the chiselled abs, the hairless pecs, the strong arms and a perfectly defined back. Then he went on to unbutton the shorts. "Oh fuck" I thought "those are not swimming trunks. If he's wearing speedos I'm gonna cum right here right now". Thank God he wasn't. Instead he was wearing one of those very short and low waist trunks. He was stunning, already tanned, smooth, showing every muscle like a model of the human body. But I am a queen after all, a bitchy queen, and nobody can be that perfect. So i decided he wasn't really cute and he definitely needed a hair-cut. Oh well, plenty to think about anyway.
At this point I had to have a wank, but I didn't want to go back to the flat, after all I went there for the sun and the sea. At the beach they provide beach users with bathing huts I thought "Fuck it, I'll be quiet" and, armed with some tissues (I always carry some tissues in my bag) I set off to the closest ones. They were both busy so I had to wait a little, but I could hear some noise from inside, some kind of whispering. All of a sudden the big guy with the speedos came out. He wasn't expecting to see anybody outside and he was very quick to cover himself with his beach towel. Not so quick though for me not to notice a massive bulge. I didn't recall him that big (remember, I thought and hoped he was a grower cause he definitely wasn't a shower), so that must have been a semi hard-on.
He stepped out and moved to let me in, and so I did. But when I turned to close the door he hadn't left. I thought it was strange, what was he waiting for? Then I recalled the bulge, the guilty look, the whispering. He was still horny of course. In one of those moment that seems to last forever I pondered whether to ask him in, but he wasn't looking at me and then the moment was gone. I close the doors, sat on the bench and stayed there thinking how stupid I had just been and how even more horny I was now.
Almost immediately I heard the other door opening and closing, and the whispering starting again. No, not whispering, this was moaning. What the hell was going on? I had to know. God bless Italians and their cheap huts made of wood with holes in it. It wasn't a big hole, maybe as big as a finger, so not a glory hole (damn!) but a perfect peep-hole.
The first thing I saw was a pair of speedos. I knew those speedos, and lots of things now started to make sense. Maybe he was with his wife, or maybe with some other girl. Not the best I could have hoped for but hey I would have seen his big cock and had a fantastic wank. But, hold on a minute, those were not women's legs, those were nice, big, muscular legs. Fuck, he was there with a man!!! I couldn't believe my luck, and I almost screamed when I realized who the other man was: the daddy.
The daddy was pretty excited too, but none of them wanted to take their cocks out. On one hand, so to speak, I was glad they didn't, it leaves more room to the imagination and I love the sight of a hard dick trapped inside. On the other hand though I was craving to see them. And to taste them, but that wasn't going to happen. Not this time at least.
I couldn't see the whole picture so I concentrated on the lower part. I saw hands going up and down, crotches rubbing, arses being groped. I was wondering if they, being "straight", liked only to fuck (and then who would have ended up, let's say, disappointed) when speedo guy went on his knees and started licking, biting, sucking daddy's cock still inside his trunks. Gosh, these guys' timing was perfect.
I don't think it was his first time, too expert with his tongue. He could let the head of daddy's dick slip out of the trunks without using his hands, one being busy massaging the bum and the other working on his own hard-on. I was so excited I could not contain my dick inside any more. So I stripped, moved the bench in the middle and sat with my legs across it.
Speedo guys was still licking the head and because it wasn't fully hard I could see that he wasn't circumcised. I wasn't expecting otherwise, but I still didn't know where they were from, although daddy looked Italian and the other East European, so everything was possible. Not that it mattered anyway. I thought the licking was enough and as if he had read my mind he pulled down daddy's trunk and admired the manhood for a moment before swallowing it all. Daddy let out his breath, like he had been holding it for a long time. Speedo guy was sucking faster and faster and when he finally stopped I saw that beauty: about 7", good girth, shaved balls. I wasn't sure if it was already leaking with pre-cum or with saliva. Speedo guy didn't give me the time to look better as he begun licking off everything, from his balls up to the head, before surrounding it with his lips once again.
Daddy must have been very close to come because he suddenly pulled out and started jerking off. But speedo guy had other plans. He put both hands on daddy's hips and turned him. He wasn't really sure about what speedo guys was doing, but when he felt his warm tongue on his hole he slowly bent over to open up his arse to that expert tongue. I had a much better view now. I could see the whole of daddy's upper body, contracting with pleasure, and even his not-so-cute face was hot now. Meanwhile speedo guy had started fingering him, a big, long and think finger was going slowly in and out of that hard butt. And he didn't mind at all. I don't know if that was his first time, but I was sure it wasn't the last.
Speedo guy had enough of this, so he got up, and only now I noticed he had somehow managed to pull off his speedos, moved the bench in the middle and pushed daddy on it on his back. He opened up daddy's legs and slammed his cock on daddy's arse-hole. This was the actual first time I saw his dick. It was huge, massive: at least 8" and a half, really think, veiny and cut, shaved big balls and perfectly straight. Just the thought of tasting it made my mouth watering. He spit on it two or three times and the slowly but steadily penetrated him.
Daddy couldn't help it and screamed, not very loud, but definitely with pleasure. Speedo guy said "You like it?" and daddy replied with a moan. This was the first time I heard any of them speak. Although he spoke English that wasn't an English accent. Still not sure where from though. I'm not an expert on accents after all. Daddy was moaning with pleasure and touching himself, but not his dick that was still hard and throbbing. He was touching his washboard stomach, his hard pecs, his even harder nipples. Speedo guy liked it rough and he groped daddy's ankles to spread his legs even more. He was going quicker now and I could hear his balls slapping on daddy's cheeks.
Daddy was moaning with every thrust until he said "Vengo" ("I'm coming") and grabbed his cock. Even though speedo guy didn't understand Italian, or so I thought, he understood very well what was going on. Without stopping fucking him he moved daddy's hand away and began jerking him off. Soon after he came: three long shots that reached his face and pecs, thanks to the work of an expert hand that pulled down at the right time of the shot. Daddy's chest was covered with hot cum. Speedo guy took some up with one finger and offered it to him. He hesitated but speedo guy started fucking him again and he gave up. He licked that finger, swallowed his own spunk and then licked the rest of the cum that had landed on his face. That was too much for speedo guy. He pulled out and shot his load: one, two, three, four, five big shots all over daddy's pecs, abs and cock. But he wasn't finished yet. He went down on daddy one last time and cleaned up that still hard cock from daddy's and his own cum.
And THAT was too much for me. I laid back on the bench and shot, and shouted, my big load. They must have heard me because I saw a finger coming through the peep-hole. I didn't know who it belonged to but I sucked it, and when it pulled back I put in mine, still with some of my cum. I felt both of them licking it and kissing with my finger in the middle.
It was time to go so I said "I'll let you out", hoping they would both understood me. I went out and saw nobody around, so I knocked at the door and say "you can come out". The door opened and speedo guy came out. I could tell he was still a bit excited. He looked at me, smiled, winked and said "Thank you". And with that he was off. The door had closed again. Probably daddy wanted to clean himself up and maybe wait some time before coming out in case someone was watching. So I left him there and went for a swim in the sea. For a first day of holiday it hadn't been too bad.