The sunshine of Key West did wonders.
The seasonal dispensation to draw within one's self fell away as
our bodies became flush with sun-induced perfection. Mark and I, along
with the boys, left our inhibitions in the frozen climes of Ohio and
embraced the hedonism that abounded around us. The sand and surf did
wonders to our seasonally abused spirits. Warm breezes and hot flesh
assaulted us wherever we went.
I asked, gazing down at Mark's perfect, scantily,
clad ass as he bent to smell a flower from the vendor's cart.
"Not as good as you."
Mark mumbled, taking money from his pocket
and claiming his purchase. He held out the blossom to me and smiled.
Small dimples surrounded his gleaming smile as he proffered the fragrant
offering. My midwestern mindset raised images of an old, dried-up, bud
pressed between pages of a book. A memento of specialness that, though
faded, would evoke memories for an eternity.
"Thank you, kind sir."
I replied, taking the flower from him. I
didn't worry that anyone would witness our little scenario. Everyone
seemed caught up in their own world, their own relentless search for
The days seemed to have melted into one another as Mark and I
cemented our relationship. Our performance of the other night had seemed
to inspire awe in the boys. They had internalized the experience and put
aside their pre-conceived notions of what a man should be. Mark and I had
unintentionally caused this catharsis by approaching their attempt at one
ups-manship with maturity and experience. We had beaten them at their own
game and come out of it as heroes. Mark and I spent our days basking in
the sun and our nights reaching new heights of sexual fulfillment with each
other. We had intermittently seen the boys at the odd meal or a shared
joint. Most of our time was spent ensuring that the other felt the passion
that we shared.
"You know we should make this last night memorable."
"Not for just you and me, but for the boys too."
I let my creativity flow
and my mind to wander as to how we should accomplish this. Mark and I took
a seat at an outside cafe as I let my dirty imagination take hold.
"If we're going to do this, we have to make a bold statement."
Mark said, ordering two beers from the hot waiter.
"I know that if we put our minds to it, we can come up with
something really special."
I offered, pulling my cigarettes from my pocket
and lighting up.
"We need to do something momentous and decadent, something really
Mark asserted, taking one of my smokes. He looked so
incredibly sexy as his plucky lips drew in on his cig.
"We want to make
sure that they remember it for the rest of their lives."
I smiled inside
as Mark stated the parameters for our surprise. The inclusion of the WE
word made my heart soar. It seemed to come so naturally to him and any
thoughts of just being me, alone, wafted away as the sexy waiter set two
beers in front of us and set down an ashtray. Mark winked at him in
thanks. I was astounded that no feelings of jealousy invaded my soul at
Mark's flirtatiousness. I felt very secure with him and I hoped that he
did with me.
"I guess that we should give a party that encompasses their
I said, taking a sip of my beer.
"That's what I'm talking about. Use that incredibly sexy brain of
"I think we have to define what it is that they
"Let's see. Sand, sex, smoke, suds, I think is what Jesse said
they had in mind before they got here. I would say that they have done all
of them in spades."
I offered, surmising their experience in an
alliterative way. Mark and I talked in the warm sunshine about how to make
the culmination of the week special. Not only to the boys, but to us as
well. Our nefarious plan took shape. We decided to combine their sense of
competition and S's with our own coming together as a whole.
As we left the cafe, Mark invited the waiter, whose name was Todd,
and as many buddies as he wanted to come to the party that night. We asked
if the cafe catered and Todd assured us that they did. We ordered a
ridiculous amount of food to be delivered to Granny and Pop's for the party
and we put Todd in charge. Todd smiled in appreciation at the invite and
the hefty tip we left. There's that WE word again, can't get enough of it.
Mark and I split up to divide the work. We used our economic power
(credit cards) to make a truly memorable evening for the boys and us. I
went to the printers and Mark went to the local home improvement store to
accomplish our goal. At the printers, there was little going on. A guy
sat behind the counter watching a UFC rerun, picking his teeth with a
discarded or leftover business card.
"Can I help you."
The obviously Cuban guy asked as I entered the
air-conditioning. It was a welcome respite from the pervasive heat of the
"I need some flyers printed."
I answered, checking him out. His
name tag said that his name was Evan, it sat upon a chest of prodigious
proportions. His knit shirt stretched its seams to the breaking point. I
felt my mouth go dry as I looked into his rugged, hispanic face.
"When do you need them."
His lips asked. I was lost in their
size. This guy had lips that Julia Roberts would have paid thousands for.
Not to mention, the thousands he could make from dudes wanting them to
graze over the heads of their cocks. His built torso stopped at an
impossibly small waist that flared into tree-trunk thighs. I could almost
hear his sleeves moan from his overdevoleped biceps as he stood to his full
height and looked at me. I wonder if Castro knew what a hit his gene pool
had taken at the loss of such a stud. It did my heart glad to see a real
man in the sea of youth that was Key West at Spring Break.
"I'll wait, if you can do them now."
I heard myself say.
"That can be kind of expensive."
Evan told me, adjusting the bulge
in his khaki shorts.
"I don't mind, I need them asap."
I assured this hunk of real man.
Evan took down the information that I wanted printed and assured me that he
could do the job. I watched him, breathless, as he started the printing
task that I wanted done. Evan seemed at home and nonplussed at my request.
I watched the individual muscles move under his shirt as he started to
fulfill my request.
"You know, this sounds kind of intriguing."
Evan said, looking
over his massive shoulder.
"Is this open to everyone?"
"It can be."
I offered, checking out the prominent mounds of his
butt. Evan looked delectable from whatever side you looked at him. I felt
the gears of my brain whirl as I contemplated using this hot, latino stud
for my own insatiable lust.
"A friend and I joined some college guys from back home down here
for spring break, we're having one last blow out before heading back."
stated, watching Evan's firm glutes sway as he went about his task.
"You're more than welcome to come."
"I don't know, I'm meeting some friends later and it depends on
what they're looking to get into."
Evan said, turning to me and smiling
from his rugged face. I felt my heart lurch as Evan reached under the
counter, pulling a pack of reds out.
"You don't mind do you?"
"Not at all."
I replied, pulling my own from a pocket.
see a real man enjoying a smoke."
Evan lit up, watching my face as the printer worked in the
background. I watched him inhale and let the smoke fall from his nostrils
in long tendrils of vapor. Evan dangled his smoke as he scratched one of
his impossible large pecs and tried to read the inscrutability of my
"So, what's on the agenda for this party?"
He asked. My body
tingled as I watched him look at me through the haze that surrounded his
"I'm not really sure, I guess we'll just see what develops."
answered through passion-parched lips. I often found it amazing that no
matter how much sex I got, and I assure you that Mark and I were getting
off about 3 or 4 times a day, I couldn't get enough. Evan looked so sexy
standing there with his overgrown muscles and mature features. He was the
Marlboro Man incarnate.
"Well I know my friends, and if you can guarantee that they'll get
their dicks worked over, I can convince them to come."
Evan assured me,
putting out his smoke in an old soda can.
"In fact, I wouldn't mind a
Never breaking eye contact with the hunky cuban, I walked around
the counter and fell to my knees. Evan grabbed the back of my head and
ground it into the overwhelming pouch of his shorts.
"Yeah, bite that rod, cocksucker."
He groaned as I labored over
his enclosed fuckstick. Though not incredibly long, Evan seemed to be
sporting some thick wood. I gnawed and pinched his cock through his shorts
until the mound grew down the leg of his shorts. I panted to get at the
head of his plow that was leaving wet spots for me giving me incentive to
taste the real thing. I pulled at the zipper of Evan's pants and let his
monster see the light of day.
Evan moaned as I engulfed the head of his pulsing
meat. The shaft was about six inches of gnarly, veiny cockflesh that had
the girth of double D battery then flaring into a head that could have done
justice to a knitted cap for a two year old child. Once I got that huge
head past my lips, it took up residence in my mouth, my throat and his cock
were a perfect match. I heard Evan rummaging in his pant pocket as I
savored the way his manstalk tasted.
"Here. hit these."
I heard him say. Evan held a bottle not unlike
the one that Mark had gotten from the dude in the bathroom on the beach.
As we had used the poppers many times since, I knew exactly what to do.
Without taking his dick from my slobbery mouth, I held one nostril and
inhaled as he held it for me. I took a deep whiff and switched to the
The feeling that overcame me suspended time as I savored Evan's fat
prick. It tasted of the islands, sand, salt, and the musky people that
made him the man he was. I ran my tongue over his glans and down to his
plentiful pubic hair as I tasted the salty sweat that watching the fights
on the TV had produced. I weighed his meaty balls on my tongue in
expectation of what they held for my hungry lust. I ran my tongue over
every vein that I could find back up to his big dick head. I sucked on
that head, flipping my tongue over, under, and swirled around it. That fat
mushroom was a sex organ in and of itself. I could have spent hours taking
its spongy magnificence to climax. But, Evan had other things in mind.
After offering me another hit and taking one for himself, he proceeded to
treat my mouth to a fucking par excellence. I let that muscled cuban fuck
my mouth like the cum depository I had become. Every time that he bottomed
out at the entrance to my throat, I moaned in expectation of his next
plunge. He did not disappoint. Evan kept up an incredibly sexy onslaught,
power fucking my jaw until I thought it would become detached from my
skull. With every lunge, I could feel his tawny ballsac pound into my
sensitive chin. Evan was going for broke on my tongue and I was more than
happy to go along for the ride. I buried my nose in his pubes on the
downstroke and flitted my tongue over his piss slit on the up. The feel of
his mushroom head rubbing over the roof of my mouth was driving me insane
with lust. I've often wondered if there must be some kind of prostate
gland for cocksuckers like myself buried in the roof of our mouths. Maybe
I should contact a physician to see if such a physical anomaly exists.
Evan pounded my slippery mouth raw as I felt the slickness of his precum
coat my tongue. The taste was spicy and drove my sex-infused brain into
overload as I swallowed his cock to the root, burying my nose into his
pubes. My breathing became erratic as I power sucked that cuban dick.
Evan gushed as I redoubled my efforts to make him
spooge in my craw. His powerful leg muscles twitched and I could feel him
bend over my rutting head as his cum overtook him. Evan's prick pulsed and
flooded my mouth with his male batter. I swallowed a couple times,
ensuring that I got it all.
"Wow, that was intense."
Evan offered as I licked his shiny pole
"Does that mean that we'll see you later?"
I asked, trolling my
tongue over his deflating cock.
Evan assured me.
Mark walked around the lumber section of the national chain
do-it-yourself store clutching the rude schematic that he had drawn. The
photographer's eye for detail was apparent in the drawing. He found the
plywood section and started calculating.
"Can I help you?"
Mark heard as he came to the amount of sheets he
Mark stumbled as he glanced at the interloper.
The man, all six foot two of him, smiled at him and took in the beauty that
was Mark. The man wore a name tag that stated his name was Brooks. Mark
gazed at Brooks' face, studying the firm upper lip and the dimpled chin
that was almost a match for his own. Brooks was slim but it was the
natural slimness that came from a lifetime of regimented diet and exercise.
The coal-black hair matched the slightly oriental eyes that made Brooks the
delectable being that he was. Mark swallowed a couple times before
"I need some plywood suitable for a temporary structure."
Mark asserted, wishing that he had the words to declare how good the man
looked. Though slim, Brooks had an unmistakable masculinity that became
apparent when he replied in his heavy southern accent.
"What d'ya got in mind?"
Brooks asked. Mark was taken aback by
the man's presence and handsomeness. He offered his drawing to Brooks
without thinking because verbal communication was held prisoner to a dry
mouth and constricted throat. Brooks took the drawing and studied it
intently. He gazed at the drawing looking at the components and not seeing
the overall purpose at first.
"How temporary do you need this to be?"
"Just for one night, tonight in fact."
Mark offered, encouraged by
Brooks' blase attitude. 'Just another sale.' Mark thought, figuring that
he would get away with his nefarious plans due to Brooks' ignorance of his
drawing. Suddenly, Brooks looked up into Mark's face and nodded.
"I think I understand."
Brooks stated. He started writing out a
list of supplies needed for the job. Mark watched as the hot, slender man
grabbed sheets of plywood from their crib and put them onto the rolling
platform that Mark had acquired. Brooks referred to Mark's schematic often
as he grabbed objects for its construction. Mark saw that Brooks
understood his plan and admired the way his tawny body flexed and twisted,
fulfilling the scope of his plans.
"What's all this for?"
filling the cart to overflowing.
"It's for a party that we're having tonight."
Mark replied, ogling
Brooks firm ass.
"All this for one party? Sounds like a blast."
"I hope you have some help, 'cause this is a little ambitious for just one
person to get done for a party tonight."
"I was hoping to hire a crew to erect it for me."
putting an emphasis on 'erect'.
"I don't know 'bout a crew, but I could probably put this up in a
Mark replied, feeling his balls roll in
"between the two of us, we should be able to get it up by
Mark saw that the double entendre was not lost on Brooks. Brooks
finished his list and pulled at the pouch of his jeans in the nonchalant
manner of one who needs some breathing room.
"You know, I think that ought to do it. But, those cutouts that
you diagrammed may be a little too low. I think that we may have a
template around here that we could measure to make sure they're the correct
Brooks declared, looking purposely into Mark's eyes.
"Maybe we should measure to make sure its what I have in mind."
Mark offered, seeing the spark in the lithe man's eyes.
"Maybe we should."
"Just leave that stuff there, I
think I know where it's at."
Mark followed Brooks as he headed for the
back of the cavernous warehouse. Mark felt his hormones jump from one
synapse to another as he watched Brooks' ass undulate in those impossibly
filled jeans. Mark followed Brooks around a corner of plumbing supplies
and into the room marked 'MEN'. Brooks opened the door as if he were
showing a customer a new 'green' light bulb and pointed to the partition
between the two stalls.
"That what ya' got in mind?"
Mark gazed at the hole in the red wall between the toilets. It was
large and surrounded by grafitti, offering delights that the manly
customers could not find at home. He saw that the bottom of the hole was
smooth-worn and stained by numberless offerings.
"That might do."
"Okay, maybe we should measure it to make sure it's what you want."
Brooks declared, pulling a tape measure from his utility belt and measuring
from the ground up.
"How about you get on the other side and we can make
sure it is the right height?"
Mark entered the adjacent stall and looked down through the hole.
"That look alright?"
Brooks asked, running his finger around the
"It looks just about perfect."
Mark offered, plunging his crotch
through. Brooks didn't hesitate. He grasped the mounding bulge of Mark's
crotch and kneeded it. Mark gasped,
"Suck my dick."
Brooks lost little time in massaging Mark's expanding cock. His
time spent with high school buddies was minimized. He had before him, a
real man. A man who looked like a God and had a hard prick to match.
Brooks slid Mark's zipper down and rooted for that hard fucking dick. All
of Brooks' formational fumblings with other horny jocks came down to this
one moment. The moment he would feel a real man's rod on his tongue. The
instant that Mark's thick dick appeared before Brooks eyes, it was
devoured. Mark plunged forward into Brooks' gaping maw. He could feel the
inexperience of his cocksucker. Brooks tried, valiantly, to take the thick
rod to its' root, but Mark could tell that his would be more useful
elsewhere and maybe he could teach this young man something in the doing of
"Give me your cock."
Mark stammered, dropping to his knees.
Brooks lost little time in rising to his feet and freeing his slender,
seven inch member. He stuck it through the hole and grasped the top of the
partition. Mark dove onto his dick. He swirled his tongue over the head
and speared his throat to the root of Brooks' rigid tool. Brooks sighed
with excitement as Mark showed him what a real cocksucker could do with a
hard dick. Brooks' knuckles blanched white as Mark impaled his throat on
his prick. The rhythm that Mark set up was overpowering to the young man.
Mark begged, spitting out Brook's jutting member.
your ass up here."
Brooks turned and thrust his ass towards the hole. Mark stuck his
hands through and parted the cheeks. He could see the rosebud of Brook's
hole and he kissed it. Then, Mark drove into the hard muscle of Brooks'
chute with his muscular tongue. Brooks lost his wind and thought he would
pass out from the pleasure of Mark's hot breath and talented tongue. Mark
rooted like a pig after a truffle in Brook's ass. Brooks lost himself in
the ecstasy of Mark's mouth muscle as it bruised his tender hole. After a
few moments, Mark stood up and stuck his cock throught the the hole,
enjoying the intake of breath it caused. Brooks could feel the fat head of
Mark's prick pound insistently at the gate to his ass. Brooks pressed back
in anticipation of being skewered on Mark's big cock. The parting was
painful but satisfying. Brooks could feel the walls of his ass part as
Mark's rampant dick struck virgin territory. Brooks was incredulous at the
passion that he felt as this hot man made him his pussy boy. He grunted in
unison with the pounding that Mark was giving him. Brooks felt a buzz
begin deep inside of him as Mark's pole plowed his furrow. All of his
sophomoric experiences fell to the wayside, as Mark forged a highway in his
clutching ass. The beat that Mark set in this hot boy's ass would have
kept any tympani player busy for an entire concerto. Brooks could feel his
legs start to tremble and his dick start to lurch with the passion of his
scumhole lover. Brooks tempered the assault by bracing himself with his
hand on the adjacent partician. He could feel Mark's rutting dick twitch
as his asshole clamped down on every veiny inch of his cock. Brooks was
mystified as his cum overtook him. He arched his back and shot into the
chemically-controlled air. He could feel the spasm of his velvety cumhole
as Mark shot in unison with his own, handless, orgasm. Brooks could feel
Mark's thick cock expand and contract as he lost his juice up his chute.
They both gasped as their loads erupted. Mark's in Brooks' ass, and Brooks
on the wall he had braced himself with.
As they came down from their high, Mark asked
"So is six o'clock
:"Six o'clock, eight o'clock, and ten o'clock should be okay, if
Brooks answered as he felt Mark's softening dick fall from