JEFF'S BACHELOR VACATION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
FOR ADULTS ONLY. The following contains depictions of sexual acts between men. If this is inappropriate for your age or offends you, go no further. The story is fiction.
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Jeff's Bachelor Vacation
Chapter 1
Jeff Marston examined his reflection in the hotel mirror. He'd gone for his morning 6 mile run, which he maintained religiously, vacation or no, and had just stepped out of the shower. At 27 years old, his body was in its prime. The years on the crew team in college has payed huge dividends: a sculpted body, muscular back, huge biceps, and taut belly.
He'd waxed his chest and torso completely smooth for his now ex-boyfriend William. He did a lot of things for William, Jeff thought as he sighed with sadness. This was supposed to be their five year honeymoon vacation. William was Jeff's first real boyfriend and the two had spent the last years setting up house in William's harborside condo.
Then, just two weeks ago, William nonchalantly informed Jeff he'd grown tired of their relationship and wanted out. At first Jeff was stunned silent, then despondent. It was only a few days later, crashing at his best friend's place, that he grew angry. Well at least he wasn't going to cancel on this trip. It was all paid for and Jeff knew he could use some time away from the city while he collected himself and planned the next move.
Jeff looked in the mirror and ran his hand along the smoothly shaved jaw. Dark hair and green eyes offset a clean-cut but masculine face. He wasn't cocky, but he knew he was attractive and knew he could get attention from other men if he wanted. His confidence had taken a beating after years in a relationship with an older, self-centered man, but he looked forward to getting back out on the market. Sow his oats a little.
Damnit, why couldn't he have gone to a gay resort for the week? While this place was nice, it was about 50-50 families and young hetero couples. That was William's idea of course. He always felt possessive of his younger, hot ex-jock lover and did everything he could to keep him from examining eyes.
Thing was, Jeff's ex had awaken something in him. He felt he could let loose and follow his attraction for older guys. William had not only taken the muscular pup's cherry but had turned him in to a committed bottom needing it nonstop. And whatever William's faults, the man could get it up three times a night.
Two weeks without sex. The two had fucked one last time, in a bout of passion that Jeff had assumed was make-up sex but turned out to be William's last taste. Turns out the fucker was only into him for his body.
Jeff felt horny now, real horny. He reached back between his powerful buns and probed into the shower-damp crevice. Even his own fingers felt awesome first teasing his hole then pushing into the tight heat. He watched his prick rise to full erection.
"Fuck you, William!" he muttered as he frigged himself deeper. "Why aren't you here with me?"
Exasperated, he pulled out his finger and picked up the swim trunks. At first William made fun of the speedos Jeff liked to wear at the beach, but the 27 year old's body looked fantastic in them. It didn't take long before Jeff noticed his lover encouraging him to go skimpier. It was like William was an enabler, and he enjoyed showing off his perfect bod, a middle zone between trim and beefy. This time, the cut of the speedos were even more revealing.
"Man, you look like a jock slut," he laughed in his deep voice, as he slid on the navy blue fabric. The pouch filled out nicely around his nut sac and he knew he'd have to wait for a minute for his erection to subside enough to slip into the fabric, too.
Even with the sunscreen, Jeff was getting a nice chestnut tan. He had read his book in the lounger for a bit, then gone for a nice long swim in the hotel pool. Now he was splayed out on his towel, watching the crowd through his sun glasses.
One guy drew his eye. Late 30s father of three watching his little girls play and splash in the shallow end. The man was medium height with a good solid build. Broad shoulders, strong upper body and thick, muscular arms. He was wearing board shorts and a white polo shirt. Jeff guessed the man was a little ashamed of his build, cause even with the shirt an obvious extra 15 pounds clung to his mid section, forming a slight beer belly and accompanying love handles. His hair was thinning a bit but was still a nice crop of soft blond-brown hair in a typical corporate, suburban dad cut.
A couple years ago, Jeff wouldn't have paid the man a second glance. But now, he stared intently, watching the way he walked and interacted with his kids, the way he talked to his wife. Jeff couldn't make out much beneath the baggy board shorts but he just knew this man was hung. And he knew the guy could fuck. As good as William, maybe better. The guy would just lift his legs and start nudging that thick daddy cock inside him and...
Fuck, I gotta get control of myself, Jeff thought, or I'l bone up right here. Taking off his sunglasses, he dove into the pool for a few laps to cool down.
When he pulled himself up out of the pool again, Corporate Daddy was gone.
Jeff didn't think anything more of it, till late afternoon. He'd long since made it the shade and now decided to start happy hour a little early. Sidling up to the bar, he ordered a Corona, and fifteen minutes later, when that one went down too fast, he got another.
He'd taken two sips of that one, when Corporate Daddy appeared next to him. Maybe he wasn't shy about his body, cause now the polo shirt was nowhere to be seen and Jeff had a front row view to the man's bare chest, big 46 inch pecs at least, burnt tan-red with a nice dusting of sunkissed blond hair that spread bigger over his belly. The man's sunglasses were on his forehead, revealing the raccoon eyes Jeff knew he probably had too after a day in the sun.
"Fuck that looks awesome. Mind if I join you for a brew, man?" Not waiting for a reply, he pulled out the bar stool and was sitting next to Jeff.
Up close the man's bulk was impressive, and his beefy young-dad build was pushing Jeff's buttons big time. He could almost feel the heat radiating off the man's sunburned body they were sitting so close. Jeff kept his thoughts in check. After all he was at a family resort, not at Puerto Vallarta. He knew he'd half to settle for some small talk, maybe remember the visual details of this big man for his spank session later.
"Sun takes it out of you, huh?" Jeff started.
"That and chasing three little ones around. They're gonna wear their daddy out all right."
"Where are they now?"
"Taking a nap," the man answered with a relieved grin. "My wife offered to look after them, give me some alone time."
"Here's to alone time," Jeff toasted, and Corporate Daddy clinked beer bottles with him.
The man took a sip, then asked, "Where's your wife, buddy? Enjoying some spa time?"
"Wife?" Jeff was a little surprised the guy had jumped to that conclusion.
"Or girlfriend. You look too young and too in shape to have kids yet, so I thought you were one of those honeymooners staying over in the nicer wing."
"No girlfriend either," Jeff said matter-of-factly. "I'm gay actually."
Corporate Daddy laughed. "You pulling my leg buddy?"
Jeff cringed to think a confrontation was coming on. Hell, he just wanted to relax here at the bar and enjoy his goddamned beer. Still, he had strength and was in much better shape. He knew he could hold his own against this guy. "Not at all. I like dudes, OK?" he said, a little peeved.
"Aw man, I didn't mean anything. I just, well, I hadn't pegged you that way, and you gotta admit... this isn't the kind of place a lot of gay guys come to."
"You got me there," Jeff sighed. "It was my fucking ex's idea. He had a jealous streak a mile long."
"No shit?" Corporate Daddy said, his belly rising a little as he leaned back, taking a new look at his barside companion. "I guess I never thought of that being an issue for gay dudes, too." He took another drink. As with Jeff, the first beer was going down quickly in the subtropical heat. "I can commiserate, bud. Jessie gets real fucking jealous sometimes, over stupid shit."
"Worried you're gonna stray?" Jeff felt a rush saying that. He knew this guy was not a magazine model, but he was very hot. If he were a woman he'd be all over him.
"I can't even have a conversation with a grocery cashier without her getting ideas. Sometimes when she gets too jealous I tell her I'm looking for a woman who likes giving blowjobs. Whoo buddy, that gets me in the doghouse for weeks I tell ya but it's worth it sometimes to see the look on her face."
Jeff laughed.
Corporate Daddy smirked with him. "You know what I'm talking about, huh? I bet there's shit you'd love to tell your ex, huh?"
Jeff couldn't believe this strange bond and conversation they were having but after feeling alone at this resort, it was a welcome connection. "I'd love to tell that fucker I got laid nonstop this week."
He thought the man would be put off at the bluntness but he slapped his back like he was one of his poker buddies. "You're all right man."
"You too, bud." This was more male bonding than Jeff had had in a long time, certainly since college. But he was eating it up now. "I'm Jeff," he introduced himself.
"Ed," Corporate Daddy shook his hand. "I'm thinking I'll have another beer. Whaddya say? Want one?"
"Yeah, my treat," Jeff said, reaching for his wallet. Ed started to object but Jeff insisted.
The two shot the breeze for a while, talking about where they were from, the sports they followed - Jeff wasn't a big sports guy but being in Boston followed the Red Sox. They made a point not to talk about work. "It's vacation, man," Ed nearly bellowed, his voice was getting louder as he drank more. Not that it mattered, the resort bar quieted down in the late afternoon heat and they had the place practically to themselves.
Jeff relaxed and enjoyed seeing the gregarious side of this married daddy come out. He loved watching the guy's half-nude body in its bulk. He held his erection in check - barely. Still, he decided to take a chance.
"So... your wife doesn't like to give head, huh?"
Ed got quiet and serious all of a sudden, lowering his voice to a low growl. "You kidding me? I haven't had a blow job in years, buddy."
Jeff looked Ed straight in the eye. Direct, challenging. "You want one?"
The daddy got the message. "What the fuck? You don't mean?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. No strings. Blow and go. Hell, buddy, your wife won't suspect a thing. Not from a dude."
Jeff could see Ed mull it over, leaning back in his bar stool and looking around the pool. Fuck, this guy was real sexy baring his muscular girth like this. He looked back at Jeff, a glint in his eyes, "You're a real bad influence, you know."
Jeff decided to lay in on thicker. "If it makes any difference, I'm good at it. Real good."
The young daddy was intrigued. "Yeah?"
"And you can always close your eyes, imagine... whatever."
"Fuck," Ed sighed. "Christ, I'm married."
"Makes it hotter for me."
The information seemed to sink into Ed's psyche, lodging deep where he knew it shouldn't go. Grinning now, he lowered his hand, the one with the wedding band to his crotch and squeezed. He was starting to firm up and Jeff's initial suspicions were correct, the man was hung.
Jeff plonked down a few bucks on the bar for tip. He stood and leaned down. "If you're interested I'm in 405. Like I say, no strings."
He wasn't sure Ed would follow him but he was in his room not even a minute before the knock came. Ed looked real sheepish and nervous as Jeff ushered him, but instinctively Jeff knew how to handle this. No body contact, no suggestion of kissing, no talk. He just shut the door and knelt down. Undid Ed's swim trunks, which fell down. A thick, long married cock awaited him, erect and not nearly as nervous as its owner. Jeff licked up its length, savoring the hard veiny surface and the heat coming off it.
Pretty soon he'd worked the big stalk into his mouth and was bobbing up and down on it, applying his best suction. It felt great, it had been so long since Jeff had had an emotion-free sexual encounter like this, that the very novelty of the situation turned him on even more. Still, something felt missing. He felt the guy was being too passive, holding back a part of himself.
Jeff spat out the big cock. "You can get a little rough, if you want," he said, licking the sap off the head.
"You serious?" Ed was unbelieving.
"Best part of having a dude do this, bud. Go wild." He plopped the cock back in his mouth and started swallowing agin.
Ed was cautious at first, swaying his hips forward gently, but pretty quickly he got into it. His fingers gripped Jeff's hair roughly and that large cock wedged into his throat in a steady fuck rhythm, each inward pounding motion making that heavy ball sac bang against Jeff's chin.
He got faster and harder, his grip on Jeff's head tighter. And he came. Loudly. Thick heavy sauce injecting into Jeff, his body shaking with the orgasm.
When Jeff pulled back he saw a look of pure satisfaction. "I didn't even have to close my eyes, buddy. That was the hottest BJ I've ever had."
"Cool. I had fun too." Jeff said. It was true. Even without reciprocation, Jeff felt sexually alive and happy. He knew it would take two strokes once this guy left to get off.
The man felt unsure what to do now. "Well, see you around maybe."
"Sure, bud," Jeff said in a reassuring tone as he stood up and licked his lips to get the remnants of cum and spit off. "Have a good one."