The Next Get-A-Way

It was only for a moment, as I felt the bump of turbulence, that I remembered Vegas with Darren. I reached onto the large hand beside me and felt the familiar warmth of the grip as my fingers laced with his. The last flight I had taken with another man was with Darren, my best friend, my secret lover. But when I opened my eyes, it was my fiancé that I was sitting beside. Rob, my 6’2” bear of a man. His trimmed beard widened as he grinned at me, his dark brown eyes wide in surprise as he squeezed my smaller hand in his bigger one.

“You alright?” He mumbled, his broad shoulder moving into mine. I saw the softness in his eyes as he studied me, recognized the searching look he gave me as if he was trying to read my thoughts. “Did that bump bring you back to something?” Fuck he knew me so well, I thought as I smiled with his knowing grin leaning into me closer.

“Yeah, for a moment.” I admitted, but leaned into his muscled body, resting my left cheek against his upper arm as I looked out the window past him at the appearing land beneath us. I wrapped my other hand around his huge bicep and felt the softness of his big paw squeezing my hand. He leaned over more and kissed the top of my head in a romantic sort of way. What a difference this was to me, being so open with another man in public. I was losing my inhibitions, losing my fears, all because of the large muscle beast with me. The man I was going to marry soon.

Rob turned his head to the window he was beside, ducking down a bit to look out at the land below. “I think we’re here.” He beamed back at me and this time when he leaned into me, it was my lips that he kissed softly.

Here we were indeed, a surprise trip, a week off work with my newly retired cop, hand in hand without a care in the world. Rob had whisked me away for a much needed trip, just us. No weekend cottage this time. This was a true, getaway trip, all inclusive, on a beach, out in the open.

I felt his thumb rubbing along the outside of my hand and my eyes looked down at it. His hands always amazed me, so much larger and meatier than mine. I had big hands for my 5’9” frame, but his always seemed gigantic to me. So strong, yet soft. So wide and thick, yet so tender when they roamed my body. And when those hands moved down between my thighs….

I shifted in my seat as I felt my cock stiffening, and sat up, letting go of his hand and hanging on to both armrests. I hated flying, the feeling of dropping, the feeling of not being in control.

Rob’s hand covered mine again. “Just relax babe. I’m right here.” He knew how much I hated flying, and once again the feeling of his mitt on my hand relaxed me. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly as we dropped a few times into the landing. And then his voice whispered in my ear for only me to hear. “Just think of me inside you in a few hours once we get to our room.”

I think I groaned out loud, cause I heard him giggle, his teeth shining white against his dark beard. Fuck he was handsome, I thought as I peered at him with one eye, keeping the other eye shut as we neared the runway.

And with one bump we were down, breaking hard forcing us to lean forward as the plane began its halting course on the runway.

I followed Rob’s beefy ass off the plane, smiling as I enjoyed the view of his broad back and round ass, catching his glare as he caught me looking. He loved how much I commented on his body, saying it was because of me that he felt “hot” again, and worked hard to keep his 57 year old big body in tip top shape once again. And what a body he had.

Where I was smooth and ripped, Rob was a muscled bear, all lightly hairy in the right places, making us one hot couple apparently to the number of tourists on this flight – both the straight and the gay ones.

The flight attendants openly flirted with Rob. He was the more charming one anyway, having that air of confidence being a cop. Then there was the one gay couple just across from us constantly turning to look at both of us. And the woman in front of us constantly standing up and smiling at us as she moved. Even her husband, a not-too-bad looking guy, discreetly checking us out as we disembarked the plane.

We moved through the small Dominican airport quickly, finding our luggage, and then our private shuttle to our resort. There was a man with a sign at the exit with HUGHES written in all caps, Rob’s last name, that greeted us and then took us to the white van for our ride. I felt so chic, having a ride all to ourselves as we slipped into the backseat together, Rob’s knee pressing next to mine. I was already hot, Rob insisting on wearing pants as the proper way to fly first class, and couldn’t wait to get into a pair of shorts. And to see Rob’s massive legs in a pair as well.

The drive from the airport to the adults only resort was short, and as soon as we stepped out of the van, we were greeted by a smiling Dominican woman who asked us for our names. Once again, Rob introduced us as Hughes, and after checking her list, brightened her smile.

“Right this way Mr. Hughes.” She pointed to a path along the side, leading to a small white furnished glass hut titled “Privileged Club.” Rob was going all out.

He held the door open for me, his bicep bulging under his short sleeved polo as I smiled widely at him and stepped into the airconditioned welcome room. The woman, Calista, took our drink order – two Bahama Mamas to sweeten us up – and we were ushered to a lush, cushioned sofa, where our legs bonked together once again.

Rob’s hand landed on my leg. “Now this I could get used to.”

I patted his hand, feeling the raised veins. “Get used to it.”

I was tipsy after that first sugary drink, having had little food as we sat with James, a very handsome black man, who pointed out the details of the resort and our room.

“And you gentlemen are here in the Privileged section, ocean front, with…” He paused for a second, then caught himself with a larger smile, “…with one King bed and jacuzzi tub on your balcony.” His eyes raised. “Are we celebrating anything special gentlemen?” James peered up at Rob, his dark eyes gazing into my fiancé’s brown ones.

Rob just smiled back and turned to me. “Not yet. We’re just getting away.”

James sat back and looked over at me, placing his long fingers along the edge of the desk he sat at across from us. “Well, if you are looking to plan a wedding, our resort caters specifically to gay couples.”

Rob laughed out loud, and then quickly turned to me. “I mean, I’m not counting it out, but not yet anyway.”

I could imagine us at the beach, just the two of us, saying “I do” suddenly. Rob’s hand moved under the desk to my leg and squeezed my knee, as if once again, he knew exactly what I was thinking. I placed my hand over his, holding it there.

“Then you must consider it while you are here. We’d love to host you again in the future.” His accent was thick, and his lean arms told me this was a fit man behind the desk. Something flirty was going on, but I didn’t care as I set down my empty drink.

“What kind of Scotch do you have?” Rob suddenly asked, setting his own empty glass down. James lifted his head and motioned for someone. Another tall man appeared, and James leaned sideways.

“Can you bring my friends the Blue Label?” James suddenly looked at Rob.

“On the rocks.” He said without a thought. The man disappeared and Rob turned to me. “Nice. Johnnie Walker Blue.” Rob winked at me. It was only 12:30 in the afternoon and he was ordering us scotch. Premium Scotch.

James slid over the room keys to us and turned the resort map around to face us, pointing out the various pools and restaurants. He circled a spot on the map and pointed his long finger to it. “This is the gym, which I’m sure you both will be interested in.” James then underlined our room. “And here in building 11, third floor, room 11301, ocean view, is your room.” James then sat back and folded his hands in front of him. “As well, we have many guests like yourselves that stay in our resort, and we encourage you all to feel free and at home here.” He stood up, as our next drinks arrived and took them from the tray and held them out to us. Rob stood up first, his height towering over both James and myself as I took the drink from James’ long fingers. Rob clinked his glass to mine before taking a sip, letting out a satisfying “Ah.”

“That is good shit.” He grinned at me, taking another. “This is like over $300 a bottle at home.” Rob whispered into my ear.

The liquid burned my throat, much different than the sweet fruity drink, but it was smooth. Sharing a scotch with Rob was becoming my thing, but it usually happened late at night, not in the middle of the day.

Our bags were already on their way to our room, so James encouraged us to enjoy our drinks and wander around to get ourselves situated. He gave a hearty handshake to us both, holding our gaze, and wished us a happy stay. He added that he looked forward to seeing us around.

I followed Rob out, already feeling free as this drink secured my tipsy status. I slid my hand into Rob’s back pocket as I noticed the first gay couple walking the same way, in bathing suits, exceptionally tanned, and about 10 years younger than us. As they passed us, they gave us a winning smile, the one taller one lowering his sunglasses at us and saying hello.

Rob started to look back as they passed, but interrupted his view back to me. “Wow.” He said, raising his eyebrows. “I knew this was a gay-friendly resort but I didn’t realize it was going to be this friendly.” He draped his big arm across my shoulder and pulled me into him. “I’m very happy to be here with you.”

I squeezed his left butt cheek from the inside of his back pocket. “Me too.” I took in the view of the ocean, the sounds of the music and laughter coming from the side of the large pool as we wandered along the pathway. “I’ll be happier getting you out of these travel clothes and starting our vacation with a bang.”

I heard him growl as he took a sip and he smacked his lips together, looking down at me. “Then let’s find 11301 and get you naked you horny little man.”

As we headed to the Building 11, I took in the people, many of them men, many of them toned and well built, many of them tantalizingly tasty. And we seemed equally tasty to them as we passed by. I could see the line of sweat forming on Rob’s brow, and he looked over and down at me as if he was thinking the same thing.

“Is it me, or is everyone here young and beautiful?” He murmured to me.

I chuckled, sipping on my drink that was now almost gone. “And everyone is a guy.” I mumbled back. I was beginning to wonder why he picked this particular resort. But just like Rob, he slid his hand down my shoulder and found my hand, clasping it firmly.

“The only guy I see is right here beside me.”

“Oh please.” I rolled my eye, looking up at my man. “I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to butter me up.”

Rob turned his head at me. “Butter? Hmmmm.” He said with an evil tone.

I could hardly wait to see the room as we climbed the three flights. I could hardly wait to begin the vacation. I could hardly wait to get Rob out of his clothes, and feel his body on me. But we took our time, opening the door and taking in the luxurious room, the spacious area, and the breathtaking view of the ocean from our own balcony, complete with a jacuzzi tub in the corner.

Rob had kicked off his shoes and was padding around barefoot, his size 13’s making me drool as I watched his perfect feet move. We both wandered around, opening closet doors, checking out the large dual headed shower, stepping out onto the balcony together before he stepped up behind me, and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into his body. I could feel him against my back, his thickness already giving away his thoughts as his mouth moved to my ear.

“You know, a year ago I never would have imagined this. Feeling so free. With someone like you.” He was speaking quietly, but his words were echoing in my head as I was feeling the same. After Joe, Brian, Bill, Darren…it seemed I was destined to live out a life without another man. But here he was, after I had almost given up.

I didn’t speak, just stared out in front of me at the ocean, listening to the sounds of the waves, feeling Rob’s hot breath on my neck. He started to softly kiss me with gentle pecks as I held his thick arms, rubbing along the smooth hairs on his forearm, feeling him harden as he held me tight.

“I love you little buddy.” He whispered into my ear and I shivered, closing my eyes as his voice seeped through me.

I turned around to him and found his lips, kissing him slowly at first until our mouths opened and his big hands were on my face, our breaths escaping from our noses as our tongues danced.

“I love you too my man.” I moaned as Rob lifted me up, my legs wrapped around him like they automatically do, and he carried me back into our room and landed on the bed with me.

He pulled at my clothes as I pulled at his, stripping completely as we kissed in between like two horny teenagers at their first go at each other. His 9 inch cock was already fully erect when it slapped against his abs, free from his underwear. As was mine as he yanked my pants down and ripped my underwear down along with it. And then our bodies joined, naked, heat from his flesh covered me and I rolled sideways on the King bed, feeling his legs work in between me.

Rob rolled me onto my back, pinned my hands above me and moved his body in between my legs. I could feel his cock searching, spreading me with one knee. He couldn’t wait.

But as soon as I felt his cock target my hole, I arched up and pulled away, opening my eyes and smiling at him. “Easy big fella.” I grinned. “I’m not that easy.”

Rob held his head over me, grinning down at me. “I can’t wait.” He moaned, kissing the sides of my neck to make me squirm as it always did as he tried again. But my first vacation fuck wasn’t going to be a quick one. I wanted to remember this one. I wanted this one to last.

I moved under him, trying to push him to the side, but his 240 pound solid body was no match for my 170 pound one. “On your back big guy!” I grunted under me as he relented and rolled onto his back. I sat up, taking in his engorged cock lying straight up against his flat abs, his perfectly lightly hairy chest heaving as his big hand rested on his giant pec. He was solid, working out harder than ever since he retired, and boy did he look good.

I scooted off the bed as I saw him put one hand behind his head, his massive bicep flexed to tease me even more as he crossed those big feet at the ankles and watched me. He took hold of his own cock as he did, slowly stroking it straight up, showing me how hard he was, that evil grin on his face. I pointed to the middle of the bed as I moved to my suitcase and unzipped.

“Nice ass sexy.” He playfully called. I turned around to give him a sexy stare and flexed my butt for him which made him groan as I opened up the lid to my luggage and grabbed the item I had buried in the corner – a roll of duct tape.

I turned around with it and his eyebrow raised.

“What are you doing with that?” He growled lowly at me, still pulling on his cock.

I walked back to the bed and climbed on using my knees, pulled his hand off his cock, letting it smack his abs, then moved over his legs and plopped my ass down right on top of his cock, making him crunch his stomach in sudden surprise. He moved a bit, propping himself up on his elbows as he gave me a side look. “Brian…” he drawled out.

“Since I was the one handcuffed last time, I thought I’d go a little more creative this time.” I pulled at the gray tape, hearing the satisfying sound of it coming off the roll as I felt his body squirm under me. “Hands up big guy.” I eyed the top of the headboard.

Rob grinned and I felt his cock twitch under me. Obviously this was turning him on more than he wanted to admit it. “If you tie me up and go down to find one of those hot younger guys, so help you….” But he held both big arms up and crossed his wrists against the headboard. I pulled at the tape, wrapping it around his wrists first and then under the space between his hands and the railing of the headboard. A few twists of the roll of the tape, and a few laps around his wrists and my man’s thick arms were hanging off the metal headboard.

He looked up at his hands with a grin and gave them a little tug. He gave me a little look of surprise. “That’s pretty tight for tape.” He muttered, pulling a little harder. And then I moved off him and returned the tape to my suitcase.

When I looked back at him, literally hanging from the headboard, naked from head to toe and hard as a rock, I caught my breath.

“My my my.” I grinned. “You are one sexy fucking man.” He was all man. All cop. All muscle. And all mine.

He uncrossed his feet and spread his legs, lifting his hips up a bit and flexing his cock for me. “Oh yeah? You like what you see do you? This old man?” His smile was delirious, or else it was the second drink kicking in. Scotch always made me horny. And at 1:00 in the afternoon, I was on fire for him.

I moved to the bottom of the bed as he watched me and I took his ankles in my hand, moving his feet closer together and towards my own cock hanging out in front of me. His feet moved instinctively to my cock, squeezing it between his gigantic feet. My hands moved over them, feeling how solid he felt, but how soft they were underneath. I loved Rob’s feet. And he knew it.

“Go on little man. They’re all yours.” He wiggled his toes as he pressed his feet together on my cock and I felt my hips moving back and forth, my dick fucking the soles of his manly feet. I held them together, watching him until I bent down and started to lick the bottoms, then the toes, my tongue darting in between as his inhalations grew louder and louder. His eyes watched me the entire time. My eyes watching his big pecs moving up and down, looking at how big his arms looked hanging from the bed frame, and how big everything seemed to be on him as he lay spread out in front of me.

My tongue moved upward, tracing one of the thick veins from the top of his foot, up the side of his calf, up the inner side of his thigh until my nose was at his nutsack. That trimmed, bull sized set of balls on him that held his sperm. My tongue was all over him, breathing in his musky scent from the plane, feeling his cock pulsing with every involuntary twitch. Rob started to moan at this point, and he was starting to squirm. But he had no where to go. I was in control.

I licked just under his balls and his head lifted to see me in between his legs. “Oh fuck….” He moaned, moving his legs wider as I lay between him. I pushed his heavy legs sideways and teased him further with my tongue, holding his balls up, flicking him with a wicked grin. He shook a bit as I hit spots. But he was tied to the bed, banging the headboard against the wall occasionally as he squirmed at my prodding.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He moaned, looking down at me, flexing his cock. He was a pro at that, making his cock twitch. He actually could lift it up off his abs, and then let it fall back down, the thickness and weight of it making a slap sound as he did. I watched it, so thick and hard, so perfectly formed. My tongue moved upwards over his balls to the base, licking it all the way up to its perfectly shaped head. I took it in my hand tenderly and held it up, straight up like a flagpole and just looked at it. How it was formed like one big rod, the head of it like a slightly larger mushroom top. Rob had his hair trimmed around the base, making it look even larger. I could barely get my fingers around it; my thumb making slow movements up and down the shaft as I stared at it.

Rob flopped his head back on the pillow loudly and pulled hard at his restraint, flexing his biceps into big round bulges. “You tease!” He groaned rather loudly. “I fuckin’ want you!”

I grinned, slowly stroking his meat, watching him lift and lower his head in ecstasy as he waited breathlessly for me to suck it. “I love seeing you squirm.” I said quietly.

Rob’s smile didn’t match the frown in his eyes as he wrestled with his feelings. “You’re going to get it little buddy.” He tugged at his taped wrists and for a moment I thought he was going to hulk out and rip them free. But he let his head flop back down and I showed a bit of mercy at last.

“I should have tied your ankles too.” I looked down at his legs spread out, my hand still wrapped around the shaft of his cock, until I moved forward over it.

“Oh my god….” He moaned out as he felt my lips wrap around the head of his dick and I slowly moved all the way down to the base, swirling my tongue around and sucking it into my throat. I lifted my head up, leaving my hand around the bottom and worked him into a frenzy, his hips bucking upwards, his heels pressed hard against the mattress as he shoved his cock into me, his arms flexed tight as he pulled at the tape. But I didn’t stop. I was enjoying this as much as he was. I wanted to show him that I could be powerful too. That I was exploring this side of me. That I could be just as sexy as he was.

He was moaning like never before, unable to touch me, unable to stop me. I should have tied his feet to the bed too as he was a little too free as he wiggled under me, pulling backwards to get a break but I wasn’t giving up. Until his head flung up and he looked at me wide eyed. “Stop or I’m going to cum!” He suddenly shouted.

I lifted my mouth off him and held his cock still, both of us holding our breaths.

“Don’t move!” He had a slight whimper to his voice and I squinted at him. For a moment I almost squeezed his cock and thought about going down on him just to taste his load. But I had other plans for that batch. “Please, don’t move.” His arms were holding his upper body in the air; his biceps were completely flexed, huge above him that I found myself looking past the tight look on his face and just marveled at how fucking muscular he was.

Slowly I let go, gently placing that big throbbing cock on his stomach and stood up on the bed over him. Rob was breathing hard, looking almost helpless as he panted, his chest moving up and down, his eyes on me. I grinned and moved my feet on either side of his waist, waiting for him to subside. When I saw his muscles relaxing, I lowered myself over him, reaching behind me with a handful of spit to rub my own hole, and grabbed that fuck stick of his.

Without a word, I squatted back on him, guiding it to my own hole and slowly lowered myself onto him as he started to pant again.

“Oh fuck Brian,” he moaned, “holy fuck!” He closed his eyes and let his mouth hang open, inviting me to bite his lower lip as I sat down on him, feeling him stretch me wide. He felt thicker than ever, and my ass welcomed him in.

“My man.” I muttered quietly into his mouth before his lips closed around me and he strained his neck forward to kiss me as he moaned into me. I felt my ass connect with his legs, and realized that he had already planted his feet on the bed for better power and was pushing up into me, legs bent, ready to fuck me. I grabbed his pecs and squeezed hard, letting my tongue fill his mouth before I pulled back, Rob’s mouth still open, lingering as his eyes opened and glared up at me.

“Fuck yeah.” He groaned. “You fucking stud.” He clenched his jaw and his arms flexed again as he used his hips to fuck me. I pushed down on his chest, giving myself a position over him and let him pound up into me. I stared down at him, feeling his big cock plunging away. Given his state of mind under me, I knew it wouldn’t be long for him to resist.

“How’s this for a vacation?” I teased, watching his face tighten in concentration.

“I’m going to fuck you like this every day you little tease! I LOVE having sex with you!” He roared up at me. I leaned over him, moving my hands up under his pits, tracing the muscles over his biceps and forearms until I was holding his wrists. I felt his mouth at my nipple, trying to bite and lick it as he fucked me. But as I moved upwards, his cock slipped out and we both gave a slight gasp.

“Put it back in.” He said quickly. “Or untie me and I’ll show you just how hard I can fuck you!” He was growling like the cop he was, used to giving orders, used to being in command. This was new for him, not being in control, and I was loving every minute of it.

“Easy officer.” I reached back around and grabbed his cock, making him flex in shock. He shivered slightly as I inserted him back inside, feeling him immediately reposition his feet to begin fucking upwards into me again. I helped by bouncing harder against him, seeing the look of pleasure wash over his face as he let me take charge and simply held his pelvis off the bed for support.

And then I saw the twitch of his mouth, the slight drop of his eyes, and I knew it was washing threw him. “Oh fuck Brian.” He moaned. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” He was shocked that I was the one moving up and down on his cock, and he had no way to stop the train.

His head rolled back and his arms tightened again. I grabbed his biceps in my hands and held on to them as I used my ass up and down his pole. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to see him not control it.

I stared down at him as he let go. I saw his face relax, his eyes roll, his mouth droop open and I felt his body tense. And then with one big yell, I FELT him explode inside me.

“Holy FUCK Rob!” I moaned out, feeling the sensation inside my walls overcome me and I started to shoot my own cum out. I grabbed my cock after the sudden spurt of the first volley of liquid, jerking my cock as my body kept bouncing on Rob’s dick. He was humping up into me with every eruption of sperm in me, his body almost completely off the bed as he grabbed the railing of the headboard for support.

I didn’t stop moving until I was done, and looked down at Rob’s scrunched up face.

When I slowed, Rob’s one eye opened and looked up at me. He gave a little snort and let his ass fall back against the bed under me. “I’ve got sweat in my eye. Or your cum I’m not sure.” He laughed. I wiped his brow, and each eye as he blinked open, laughing under me, causing his dick to slip out suddenly, making us laugh even more. “Holy shit!” he groaned as I lifted my ass off him, some of his load running down my leg and onto him. Rob’s head looked down between us at the mess of us, our cum all over his magnificent body. I stretched out, laying on him, listening to his heart beating fast, rubbing our loads into our bodies and breathing in the smell of us.

“Uh…” Rob finally said. “Can you untie me. I think we need to go to the pool. Or the shower.”

And with that, I reached up to find the end of the tape. It took some effort, but I did finally until him. And when his arms were free, he grabbed me and rolled over on me, pinning me to the bed playfully.

“You fucker.” He smothered me with a deep kiss, spreading his heavy body on me, practically taking my breath away. “You’re going to get it this week. Payback time.” He rolled me over as he got up and smacked my ass. Hard.

“Better be ready. My mind is working now on how to get you back.” He said as he moved to his suitcase. I stared at his hard round ass and just smiled.

This was the perfect start to being totally free together. I looked at him over my shoulder, seeing him checking me out, that sly smile on his sweat drenched face. I was wondering if he wanted to fuck me again. Cause lately, it’s all we wanted to do.