I mumbled and muffed my own cock-stifled gasps and got loose and looked up. My God, this guy was a monster! Wide as a refrigerator, shoulders like bowling balls, arms like pile-drivers, and a face that said, clearly as words, “You are mine!” in a way that made you quiver and nod in helpless agreement.
“Gregg?” I said, guessing at his identity.
“Yeah.” the big stud said. “Saw you and wanted you. Nobody’s using this butthole, so thought I’d take it.”
Scott had warned me that Gregg just sort of grabbed you. I had Gregg’s finger up my tuckerhole already, it was squirming itself in deeper and deeper. Gregg’s finger was more substantial than some men’s dongs! I grunted, moaned, and shoved Scott’s rod back into my mouth. I was going to want all the stimulation I could get to survive this one!
But Gregg’s next insertion was a lubrication-coated finger replacing the spit-lubed one he had shoved in first. I groaned and thrust myself back at that finger as he greased up my shit-chute, and was grunting like a pig by the time he had me coated to his satisfaction.
“Okay, this hole’s ready for plugging.” Gregg said. “Help me get it in him, Scott.”
Scott’s hand did the honors, steering the huge ship into dock with easy efficiency. I wondered if he and Gregg were a sort of team, that Gregg sent Scott in to smooth the way, get the guy hot and horny, and then Gregg slip in like a bulldozer hitting a condemned building, head-on and head-strong!
I felt that dong piercing me and I moaned, not just in passion but in genuine panic, like a scream squelched by the man-rod in my mouth! God, this pud was thicker than God! And I was being stretched to the point of breaking taking it into me. Wider, wider, wider! God, I couldn’t do this, I can’t do this!
And Scott picked that precise moment, that instant of my distress, to blast his wad! I mean, I was about to turn loose and yell when he started squirting his juices up into my mouth, and my attempt to pull away only caused him to grab hold and keep me in place! He thrust his hips up at me and thrashed and jabbed that spurting pole at me, and then let go, his load emptied, my throat ravaged and raw and filled with his come! I swallowed hard, got most of it, and then sputtered the rest around his deflating organ! “Jesus, man, I can’t do this, I...guh!”
Scott had returned to nursing my pud and now I had a cock in my ass deep enough to hammer my prostate, and a mouth on my cock working my glans, I was getting pleasure from both sides and my young hormones burst like so many fireworks in glee at the intensity.
Gregg was moving his hips now, driving that steel rod of his in and out of my buns, I had taken all of him, he was huge, but my body had taken all of him, God, I had all of this huge man’s huge pud inside my ass, I wanted it, all of it, I wanted more, more!
Gregg pumped me roughly, now, but I only moaned and mumbled that this was good, yeah, more, give me more, come on, fuck my butt, you damned stud, fuck my butt harder, come on, is that all you got, fuck me harder!
“G’Nar!” growled Gregg (it sounded like that, anyway) and he grabbed my waist and rolled the both of us over, my cock popped out of Scott’s mouth like a cork from a wine bottle, and I ended up on top of Gregg. Scott stood up, smiling at me impaled and on top of Gregg, and he said, “Enjoying your vacation, Joe?”
I had to laugh at that, an exhausted, feeble noise, but a laugh. “Yeah, come on, suck me off, now you got your buddy’s dong up my butt, you can finish sucking me off at least!”
“He’s onto us.” Scott said to Gregg, but I learned later that Scott was just joking, this wasn’t a setup however much it looked like one. Gregg and Scott always chased the newest guys at the beach, is all, of course they often ended up sharing like this one way or another.
But I got up and was able to ride Gregg’s prong, and Scott leaned in and I was on all fours on my back, what I called “the spider” as a kid, only I wasn’t ambulating, I was bouncing my body up and down, driving my cock into Scott’s mouth and my butt onto Gregg’s dick, and the hot day wasn’t the only reason I was sweating!
I howled when I came, ejaculating hard upwards into Scott’s mouth. Scott held on tight and drained me like I was a milkshake, his eyes closed and his mouth working in blissful harmony, serene as a nursing infant.
Gregg didn’t like me stopping my bouncing while I creamed into Scott, and I was no more than done when he rolled us over again, this put us off the towel and onto the sand, but I was ground down into it while Gregg rammed his rod into my butt and I was a piece of meat for him to fuck, and I lay there and was his meat, tenderize my butt, you big bastard, come on, pound my ass but good, damn you!
And Gregg roared like a lion when he came, and he did his best to flatten me into the sand with his hammering thrusts of his hips, and then he rested on me heavy as a lead statue, and as big as one, and then he rolled off and without a word of thanks or acknowledgment, the big man walked off.
I got up and looked for my swimtrunks, got them back on, and then for my flip-flops. No greens ones at all available. One of them now adorned Scott’s other foot.
“Hey!” I said, then remembered. “Oh, yeah. The trophies.”
“You got it.” Scott said. “I got Gregg to leave you his right foot thong, that’ll let you take my left-foot thong and have a pair to get home with.”
“Oh...thanks.” I said. I was sweaty and exhausted and more than ready for a long cold drink and something to eat! “I’d better get moving.”
Getting home was a real trial. It was over a mile, not so much when you’re relaxing on a holiday...but you try that on hot concrete with one red sandal about three sizes too small and one blue sandal about three sizes too big! Neither one stays on your foot right. My poor sizzled tootsies were well done by the time I finally got home and indoors.