Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom

I woke up with a smile on my face. Even before I opened my eyes I heard it. The sound of the waves of the ocean crashing onto the beach. The sound of palm trees rustling in the slight breeze. The sound of no obligation. And one other sound. My eyes opened and I saw Matt rustling through his bag, which is probably what woke me up. He was bent forward with his ass in the air, giving me a peek between his cheeks. With a backdrop of nothing but ocean through the window, it made for quite the view. Even though we had fucked like animals the second we got to our amazing room in the Sheraton Hotel in Puerto Vallarta, I was ready to go again.

“Well a good morning indeed”, I croaked out.

Matt, still bent forward, looked back at me.

“Oh hey. Good morning!”

“What are you looking for?”, I asked.

“Oh, I just wanted to put on a jock and cuddle you while you sleep”, he answered. “My dick was feeling a little sensitive. I think you made me cum 5 times last night.”

“At least!”, I exclaimed, proudly.

I thought back to the night before and counted the times Matt passed out in my arms while I fucked him. Once in the Jacuzzi, twice on the private balcony, once when I got distracted while cleaning up in the spacious walk-in shower and then one last time in the bed.

Matt stepped into a jockstrap and pulled it up, making his big butt wobble up and down. His cheeks were even more pronounced being held up by the straps. He walked back to bed and got under the covers. He put his arms around me and cuddled me, his head on my shoulder. I kissed his forehead and smelled his gorgeous, manly smell. My right hand caressed his thigh as I felt his soft skin, apart from the rugby scar. My hand couldn’t even halfway wrap around his tree trunk-like thigh.

There came a point where I was tired of the cuddling and I wanted to fuck Matt again. I turned my body toward him and he knew what I wanted.

“Let’s… let’s shower and have some breakfast first”, he said.

It was rare for Matt to turn me down. I really must have fucked him good the night before. He saw my disappointment, and clarified.

“I’m a bit exhausted from last night, I gotta be honest”, he said, smiling.

“You fucked the living daylights outta me, mate.”

I smiled now too. We walked to the bathroom together, my massive erection flopping all over the place in front of me, as I saw Matt’s massive ass right in my line of view, so perfectly framed by the jockstrap.

Matt walked into the shower and turned the water on. He walked back and saw my raging erection. I caught him subconsciously licking his lips. He pulled down his jockstrap, locking his gaze onto my crotch. I felt objectified. I loved it.  His uncut cock was definitely still flaccid, the head fully enveloped by the wrinkly skin. He stood in front of me. He swallowed. Only then he looked me in the eye.

“Oh, who am I kidding?”, he whispered.

He took two steps and put his hands on my face, kissing me passionately. I could feel his cock come to life against my thigh. His hands found his way to mine as he jerked me off just how I like it.

Soon enough, Matt broke our kiss, and pulled me into the shower stall by my erection. Matt was manhandling me for a change and I liked it. The shower had two glass walls that looked out over the balcony of the room and the ocean behind it. It was a beautiful place to fuck, especially now that there was daylight. We continued our kiss as Matt took some shower gel and started fingering himself, moaning into my mouth. He dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth as far as it would go. He choked on it a few times but kept going, all the while fingering himself and moaning.

Matt sucked my cock like an absolute champ. He made me feel so good, my legs became like jelly. After a while, we both couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up and kissed my neck.

“Mate”, he said right into my ear, “I want you to fuck my brains out.”

It was the hottest moment of our relationship so far. He turned around and bent forward, putting his hands against the glass wall that overlooked the balcony. I spread his cheeks and I saw that his hole was ready. I tapped my cock on his hole like I was knocking on a door, waiting for permission to enter. I teased him some more until his moaning got desperate.

“Please. Please fuck me now.”

That was all I needed, as I let my thick cock slowly slide into his perfectly pink, hairless hole. A high-pitched gasp echoed through the bathroom as I pushed myself all the way in, pulling apart his fat asscheeks as far as I could.

“Ohhh…. Oh Jesus fecking Christ”

Matt’s voice was high. That meant he was loving it. Three slow thrusts and I was driving him crazy with my fat cock. His moans got louder and higher. I slowly increased my speed. Matt held his face against the glass. I couldn’t resist using one hand to pull his hair back as his breathing and the hot water fogged up the wall. Matt’s upper body came up, his face and chest now slamming against the glass over and over. His back was arched beautifully. I felt his muscles with my other hand and finally, squeezed and slapped his butt.

The faster my fucking, the more Matt’s high-pitched moaning became lower and turned into grunts. After what may only have been a minute, the grunts became softer and less frequent.

“Oh my… I’m gonna… Catch me…”

I let go of Matt’s hair and put my arms around his waist, locking my own hands together against his abs. Matt was passing out. Despite my secure embrace, Matt’s legs gave out and he dropped on his knees. Without missing a beat I dropped down to my knees as well to make sure he had a soft landing, my cock still very much inside of him. Holding his upper body up against mine I continued to fuck him. His lifeless arms and head flopped around as I pushed my cock into him deep. I wasn’t ready to cum yet and wanted Matt to wake back up. As I continued fucking, I realized it was taking him longer than usual.

A soft moan escaped his lips as I continued to fuck. A few minutes passed and I could swear I even heard a soft snore. I remember him saying how exhausted he was. I was still hard as a rock and my entire 8 inches were deep inside of him as I reached around and lifted his chin with one hand, continuing to clutch his upper body against mine. His eyes weren’t completely shut, his mouth hung wide open. I gently slapped his cheek. There was no immediate response. It was an automatic response for me to continue fucking him as I looked at his unconscious face. The soft moaning also came back. Knowing that he was momentarily unaware of what was going on but that his body still enjoyed it, turned me on. After a few more thrusts I came inside of him.

I pulled out and let his limp body lean against mine. His dick was still rock hard, with a long trail of cum dangling from the head.

“Matt… babe”, I whispered into his ear.

 I massaged his shoulders. His breathing was shallow but regular. I started caressing his chest and abs. He started to make a few sounds that didn’t sound like words to me.

“Imma… boyo…heh… hmmm?”

He was starting to come to.

“Huh? What? Wow… I….”

He looked around, slightly dazed.

“Hey babe, you OK?”

“I feel like I was way out of it there”, he said, trying to get up.

“Ssshhh”, I said, motioning for him to stay down.

“No rush… you were out for quite a while. Take it slow.”

He turned his head and we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Thanks babe. You take care of me so well in many ways.”

We kissed.

“That was one hell of a fuck!”

After Matt got his bearings we decided it was time to really relax. We went downstairs and really took our time with the luxurious breakfast buffet. After that, we got into our swimsuits and went back down to relax at the hotel pool. Seeing Matt in a blue speedo that I know was a large size, but still didn’t really fit his large buttocks, made me smile. I wore a pair of squarecut trunks. With our towels over our shoulders we walked hand in hand to the large pool area. It felt like we were on our honeymoon.

After a short swim, we lay down on the sunbeds. It was around 81 degrees (27 Celsius) and a refreshing ocean breeze made it very comfortable. The pool was absolutely massive with a bar right next to it. The sound of the trees and the waves crashing in the background were usually all I needed. There were still a reasonable amount of sunbeds left, yet it felt crowded, because there was a bunch of loud children playing in and around the pool, which sort of ruined the relaxing vibe.

“Hey babe”, Matt turned to me.

“Hmm?”

“This is reminding of work a little too much. Is it OK if we check out the beach?”

“Oh absolutely!”, I said.

There was direct access to the beach from the gardens of the hotel for people who were club members. This privilege came along with the prize. There were some sunbeds, even some large luxury hut-type ones. The beach was quiet. There was no-one to be seen. Matt and I walked alongside the water and I saw the speedo creeping its way up his ass as we walked. I smacked his buttcheek. He laughed and we kept walking. He didn’t adjust his speedo.

We laid down in one of the large, luxury sunbeds in the shade and cuddled. The sound of the ocean was very calming. I soon felt Matt fall asleep in my arms. The last year had been draining for him, but I was so proud of how he had handled himself. He probably wasn’t even aware of the number of young folks who had now seen an LGBTQ rolemodel in a rougher sport. He probably didn’t have an idea how many people would have decided to come out to their teammates or how many out people joined a team sport despite earlier hesitation about their future teammates’ acceptance. Feeling his muscular body so close to me, so peaceful, practically naked, and knowing how beautiful my man is, inside and out, I thought about the ring that was buried deep into my suitcase back in the room.

After we had a romantic lunch back at the hotel, we decided we felt energized enough to hit the gay beach. We took a taxi to Playa los Muertos. It didn’t take long for us to find the beach, but we had to walk a little longer to find the gay area. There was no massive rainbow flag, we just had to follow the male couples in small bathing suits.

When we sat down in the sunbeds of the very appropriately named bar Blue Chairs, Matt was beaming with happiness.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this”, he said as he took off his shorts and T-shirt. In his blue speedo he relaxed as a waiter came to take our order. A few guys came up to us and asked for a photo, they were really nice and agreed to watch our stuff as we swam in the water. Floating in the water, Matt came swimming up to me and said, “I can still feel your dick in my hole”.

I laughed.

“Best case of phantom dick, mate.”

I laughed even harder. We hugged in the water.

After a while, we exited the water dripping wet. Matt walked in front of me, his ass hanging out even more than before. The wet swimwear clung to him in a way that almost made it seem like he wore a thong. I felt myself getting aroused. In my squarecut trunks it was surely visible, as the red suit that I wore clung to me as well.

“Alex? Matt?”

Matt and I looked up.

“Esteban?!”

To be continued…