A Bromance Vacation

The year I turned 35 we decided to take the kids to an all-inclusive vacation in the Dominican. It was one of those almost 5-star resorts with lots of activities for our young kids, with no worries. It was over the Christmas break – the perfect time to escape the extended family and chill. And the perfect time for me to stop yearning for men. Or at least try.

The resort was spotless, the beach breathtaking, and the weather hot and sunny compared to our snow filled land at home. It seemed there were lots of families that had decided to do the similar thing. We had arrived on the 23rd of December, staying right through past New Year’s to the 2nd of January. It was our first time away from home during the Christmas rush, and I was looking to unwind, and to try to stop fantasizing about cock.  

It was during our day at the pool on Christmas day in the late afternoon when I spotted him. I found myself alone on my lounge as my wife had taken the kids to the kiddie pool. So naturally, my eyes started to wander, checking out the prospects of half-naked men surrounding me. Unfortunately, there weren’t too many to choose from that caught my attention. Until I noticed the hulk.  

He was hard to miss as I scoped out the main pool. This guy stood out. He looked like a football player, or at least and ex one. He looked around my age, maybe a bit older and was already tanned and smooth. Big and solid, muscularly built but now more solid than ripped as he reached middle age. He had to be over 6 feet, maybe by a couple inches or so, much bigger than my 5’9” lean muscled body. He had dark hair that was shaved at the back and sides with a little length on top, clean shaven with movie star looks. He had a tribal tattoo across his shoulder, which just amplified the solid round muscle more. His neck was thick, his jaw chiseled, and his eyes a nice blue from what I could tell. He was walking out of the pool near me following what looked like to be his 10-year old daughter. Thankfully I was wearing my sunglasses and could watch the water glisten down his smooth body. I could stare at the big package as the water tightened his red trunk bathing suit and formed around his crotch and ass. And I could stare at his muscled smooth legs as he stepped out of the pool in front of me. I watched his perfect looking feet walk by me and I felt my cock twitch at the sight of him.  

Thankfully, I was sitting alone as I lounged with a drink in my hand. I was on my fourth, so I was feeling quite fine on this late afternoon and could now enjoy the view. I watched this man in the red bathing suit sit on the lounge with his kid, seeing another girl come toddling by with the mother, not a bad looking woman. She seemed bossy though as I watched, and I could see his face change around her, his smile disappearing. He leaned back and put those big wide feet up on the lounge, giving me a nice view of the perfectly formed arches, and the rounded formation of his thick toes. He crossed his ankles and put both arms up behind his head and leaned back, closing his eyes to shut out the noise of the three females around him. His pits were smooth too like the rest of him, and I noticed the tan didn’t extend down the sides as he lifted his arms up. Fuck he was hot.  

I suddenly looked to my left. One of the social directors from the resort was standing beside me. He had asked me something. “You interested in the competition?” he said again. 

I shook my head. “Uh…I don’t think so…” 

“Oh come on man! We need guys like you!” He lifted his arm and did a muscle pose, pointing at my biceps. I was still ripped for my age, taking very good care of my physique, spouting a nice upper body with nice thick legs. “It’s an Olympic style competition, come on! 5 minutes in the pool right there! If you don’t come now, I will call you myself!” He smiled those white teeth at me and wagged his finger at me as he walked away. “I tell you, Jose will come get you.” He said pointing to himself.  

I watched Jose move to a couple other guys and laugh, eventually making his way over to the man in the red trunks. I watched him laugh with the Dominican man, his smile awesome. I sat up, wondering if he was going to join in on the fun.  

Jose then went to the side of the pool and started announcing that it was time for the best competition, and they needed six guys. This was going to be an all-male competition in the pool. One older skinny guy leapt into the pool saying he was joining, along with his equally old and skinny drunk friend. A younger, former frat guy waved his hand up and walked towards the edge of the pool, and then the Dominican guy pointed at me.  

“My friend let’s go!” Jose said towards me. 

I saw the guy in the red trunks look over at me as I stood up nodding. I waved at him, stretching and showing off my smooth muscled body. “Okay, okay I’m in.” 

And then the guy in the red trunks stood up and hollered he was in too. I watched him jump into the pool much to the delight of his two daughters. His wife didn’t seem to care. 

Speaking of wives, I looked around and couldn’t find my own. I wondered where they were. 

Our group of men in the pool was rounded out by a young thin black guy from England. As the six of us moved to the center of the pool, we looked like a weird mix of men. Although between looking the fittest, the man in the red trunks and I were clearly ahead of the pack. I casually saddled up beside the big football player man.  

Jose introduced the idea, that this was an “Olympic style” competition with several tasks we had to complete. But before he explained, we each needed to pick a partner. 

My big man in the red trunks immediately turned to me and grabbed my shoulder. “GOT ONE!” He yelled as the young fat frat guy and the thin black man dove towards us both. His hand on me felt electric automatically and I smiled up at him, as I had had the same idea. I heard the others groan their disappointment that we were both taken but paired up together as the two old skinny guys remained together, drinks in their hands still. Already everyone seemed to sense that we were the power couple. I couldn’t be happier. Or agree. 

I moved closer to the hulk and looked up at him. I was eye level with his hard pecs, my eyes at his shoulder blades. They were wide and defined, powerful. His big blue eyes looked down at me. “Hope you don’t mind bro.” He said to me in a deep voice. “But I figured you were the fittest one here. And I feel like winning.” He laughed, a happy, relaxed sexy laugh and I could have climbed right up his body right then and there. I held out my hand, “Brian.” I said, smiling, my blue-green eyes looking up at him.  

“Darren.” He said back, shaking my hand with his big thick hand. He had a warm firm grip, and his eyes stayed on mine maybe a little bit too long, matching my smile. “Where you from?” His voice was deep and sexy. 

“Canada.” I answered, trying my hardest not to look at his tantalizing smooth muscular upper body above the water.  

His eyes widened and he smiled, “Me too! Where bouts?” 

I mentioned the province, to which his eyes beamed wider as he too said he was from the same one. Turns out we lived about 40 minutes away from each other. Small world. Again, his eyes lingered on me, looking me up and down before catching himself and looking back over to Jose. 

We heard the social director begin to explain the competition, and Darren moved even closer to me. I could smell the sunscreen on him. As I listened to Jose I stared at his right shoulder, the black markings of his tattoo swirling over his massive shoulder, the thick black lines turning down onto his bicep, while the other end curved onto the front of his pec, outlining his shoulder blade perfectly. The lines were thick and dark, contrasting nicely to his tanned look. I could imagine tracing the outline of the entire tattoo with my fingers. Or my tongue. 

The competition had us each completing a series of tasks. The first half with one of the pair performing the first few tasks, followed by the tag off for the second to compete. We decided I was going first, which had me diving in to the pool, swimming to the far end, climbing out to perform 10 pushups, swimming back and performing 10 sit ups with my partner holding my legs – that part I was looking forward to. And then Darren would take over and had to carry me on his shoulders through the water to the other end of the pool, get out and perform the 10 pushups, get back in and carry me back on his shoulders for us both to get out and do the 10 sit ups with me holding his legs this time. It all ended with both partners downing a cup of beer. It was obvious why I was going first, and the idea of Darren holding my legs for sit ups, carrying me across the pool on his shoulders, and then holding his legs and watching him perform sit ups in front of me caused a stir in my loins. Looking at our competition, I thought this shouldn’t be too hard. At least, I was hoping I wouldn’t be too hard while we did this. 

Jose went around to each “couple” and introduced us all, the old skinny guys were from the States and had obviously been taking advantage of the all-inclusive bar today. The older frat guy was from Australia, and the black guy from Europe, making us the Canadian team. As I stood beside Darren, I realized we could be brothers as we had the same complexion and same dark hair, and similar eyes. Like a big brother, little brother team.  

Everything was set up, and I was competing against one skinny old guy from the States and the thin black European one. It appeared that all the smaller guys were going first for obvious reasons. I turned around to see Darren standing behind me, and he pulled at the top of his trunks to adjust himself. I was in a crouched position at the edge of the pool and noticed my ass was sticking out behind me, showing off my round bubbled jock butt. I hoped this was getting him excited, remembering the lingering looks and the sudden interest in the game when I joined. I was getting a little excited myself at this prospect. This could be a good week after all. 

The crowd had gathered now to watch just before we were to start, so Jose took an audience poll to see who they were rooting for. Leaving Darren and I to the last, the cheering confirmed that we were the obvious favorites just by the look of us.  

Darren smacked my ass at this point. “Looks like we better win. Swim hard buddy.” 

I chuckled to myself. Slap my ass again and I will be hard.  

On “GO” I dove into the water like a torpedo, surfacing to begin a fast and powerful front crawl. With my wide shoulders, I easily made it to the edge of the pool first and climbed up and out to perform my 10 pushups as one resort team member counted out loud. I was on 9 by the time the black guy emerged from the water. I dove back in as the old guy was clambering out. I was across the pool in a flash and as I climbed out Darren was cheering and laughing at me. 

“You’re like a fucking missile bro!” He yelled, waving me over to his squatting position at the end of the yoga mat they had down for us to do our sit ups. As I sat down, Darren’s big hands grabbed my ankles as one knee of his was down beside my foot and the other was up by my side as if he was genuflecting over me. A surge of lightning went through me at his touch as he held my ankles in his meaty hands.  

I was done my sit ups before either guy had made it to our side. We both moved to the shallow side of the pool as directed by Jose to start Darren’s portion. He jumped in causing little splash and turned around, giving me a nice view of his broad muscled back. He moved to the edge of the pool and squatted down as I sat on the side, twisting so he moved in between my legs. He grabbed my calf and flung it over his shoulder as he moved to grab my other leg. I leaned forward and grabbed his wet head as he stood up easily, lifting me off the side of the pool and standing up in the waist high water. I looked down the front of him as I clung to his head, seeing the water running off his nipples and down his massive pecs. His hands were holding my feet against him as I squeezed my thighs together against his thick neck.  

“You on?” He yelled up at me. 

I leaned over him and yelled down, hanging on to his forehead as he lurched forward. I found myself laughing as we moved, clearly ahead of the crowd. The feeling of this wet beefy stranger under me was intoxicating and I willed my cock to behave as we reached the edge of the pool. Being carried across the pool on his broad bare shoulders while being cheered on by a crowd made me feel like a gladiator returning from victory. Or at least heading towards one. 

“Going backwards!” Darren yelled and lifted my legs up and pushed me back off his massive frame, dunking me into the pool. As I came up, I got the perfect view of his ass, outlined with the wet red trunks of his as he hauled himself out of the pool onto the deck to do his pushups. I turned around to see that the frat guy was hoisting the black guy onto his shoulders as the old skinny guys were laughing hysterically trying to finish their sit ups, clearly not in this to win. The frat guy though looked like he wanted to take us on.  

In a jovial manner, the one resort entertainment woman tried to block Darren from performing his pushups to slow us down, even attempting to lean on him to stop him. Darren performed them anyway, easily doing all ten pushups with her practically sitting on top of him. Fuck he was strong. What a man. I found myself in a trance watching him do this, picturing him naked with me on his back. I shook myself out of it as she slid off laughing, clearly flirting with him. He was giggling too as he casually walked back to the water, the resort woman still hanging on to his enormous arm. I could see the outline of his cock in his trunks now as his suit was suctioned on him. It looked big already. 

He slid into the water against her protests, trying to get others to block us as Darren submerged underneath me to swim in between my legs. I felt his head under my crotch, and his big hands on my thighs as he positioned me around his neck again. Did he stay under there a little too long? Were his hands purposely moving around my legs unnecessarily? And then he stood up triumphantly, me pushed directly up and out of the water completely, now attached to his half naked body, hanging on to his thick neck while my legs pressed against his chest. As he started to walk, two more entertainment crew members jumped in the pool to slow us down. We were giggling and laughing as Darren pushed through like a football pro, leaning forward and literally forcing them out of the way with his own giant body. We were in no rush as our competitors were so far behind us, so we just hooted and yelled in good fun. I could have stayed on his shoulders all afternoon, laughing and giggling, his head bumping up against my cock and giving me a little stubby right then and there. 

We reached the end and he grabbed the edge of the pool and sunk down, letting me step off his shoulders. Then he pulled himself directly up and out of the pool, one big leg stepping onto the deck and standing up. He turned and bent down and held out a hand to me and lifted me straight up and out of the water in one yank as if I weighed nothing. I felt a thrill surge through me as he hoisted me up, giggling like a girl as I stepped onto the deck of the pool. His blue eyes locked on mine in a little smile. His strength was unbelievable. Cheers erupted as he moved to the yoga mat and I took my position at his legs.  

Because of his size, I sat on his perfect feet and wrapped my arms and legs around the underside of his legs at the knees to hold on as he started to do his sit ups. His eyes were on mine as I stared back at him, both of us with a grin as he slowly did his exercises. I got lost looking at him, my eyes staring down at his legs in my grasp, then up his thighs where his shorts were riding a bit up. I could see the start of his ass through his shorts as he did his first sit up as the opening of the leg gave me a peek. I could see the faint outline of his dick under those red shorts too as he performed more of his sit ups. My eyes then looked at his hard stomach, completely smooth, and slightly round but still flat and solid. My eyes roamed up his pecs, to that valley in between which was pushed together as he held his arms behind his head to do the exercise. And when I followed upwards to his eyes, our eyes locked. He was looking directly at me still with that grin I knew all too well. Was he thinking what I was thinking? 

“I figured I should slow down to make it look like they have a chance.” He winked at me, going all the way up to me almost nose to nose as I clung to his large legs. I could feel his breath on me as he exhaled at the top, his lips slightly puckered, almost inviting me to kiss. My God, to kiss a man like this once again.  

I broke the trance and looked over to see the frat guy coming with a determined look on his face with the black guy on his shoulders. “Second place is coming.” I yelled at him over the crowd. The other two old guys didn’t even get out of the pool on the other side to do the pushups as the Dominicans were simply pointing them back to us and saying, “Forget it just go!” 

Darren got to ten as the frat guy ran to his mat and started, performing quick short crunches. We stood up and grabbed the awaiting beer and clinked our cups together before drinking, easily downing the liquid slowly before the frat guy had even finished his sit ups.  

Jose moved towards us announcing us as the winners, saying sarcastically what a close race it was as the crowd laughed. Darren wrapped his big arm around me and squeezed me into him in a tight bro hug, and then holding up his arms, showing off his amazing V-shape upper body. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on us, women, and some men, smiling widely. I looked over at him again, taking in his form. He was one big smooth solid hunk. And so fucking gorgeous. He looked down at me again and wrapped his arm around my shoulder before giving a big howl to the crowd in triumph, as if we had just won the Super Bowl. 

We were told that we would get our prize tonight at the celebration in the main stage area just before the nightly show. I could hear his two daughters screaming “Daddy, daddy!” as he moved away from me, but not before he turned back again to look at me and smile. Then he held up a finger and pointed at the swim up bar. I turned and looked, then looked back at him and nodded, giving a little wave.  

He wanted to meet me at the bar.  

I waded over to the swim up bar and grabbed the last stool, second from the end and ordered a vodka and cranberry. I could still taste the beer as I burped and needed to wash it down with something else. I was suddenly exhausted as the extreme exertion from the swimming and the pushups and the sit ups caught up to me. I swallowed down a couple gulps of the vodka cranberry when I felt a large hand on my shoulder to my right. It was Darren, leaning into me and ordering a beer from the bartender. 

“Well done buddy!” He patted my shoulder hard. “I figured with these shoulders you could swim but you were like a fucking rocket in the water!” His leg brushed up against mine under water as he stood between me and the seated guy to my right, leaning over the bar waiting for his drink. Up close, under the shade of the swim up bar canopy, he was even hotter.  

“Thanks, but you did all the heavy lifting!” I leaned back on the underwater stool and my leg left his briefly as I moved it a little bit more inward. He countered by shifting his position on the bar and opened his legs wider, pressing his big leg up against me once more. He didn’t register this feeling on his face as we continued talking. I tried to do the same, but it felt hot, his leg against mine. 

“You weigh like nothing.” His eyes roamed down my shaved smooth chest. I watched him as he looked at my developed pecs and my washboard stomach. His beer arrived and he patted his slightly rounded gut. “I miss my abs,” he chuckled, picking up his beer. “But what are you gonna do!” He brought his glass to mine again in a quiet clink as our plastic cups connected, and I found myself smiling up at his big blue eyes. “So how long you here bro? The week?” 

I nodded. “Yeah we leave on the 2nd.” 

“Us too. We can celebrate New Year’s together!” He laughed, and then looked over his shoulder to where he was sitting with his family. I noticed that they were gone. “You here with the family?” His eyes came back on me. 

I nodded again. “Yeah. Wife and two kids. They are around here somewhere. God only knows.” 

He laughed a hearty one. “Yeah. I like it that way too. We need a vacation from them if you know what I mean!” The guy beside him left the stool so he backed his round ass onto it before anyone dared take the seat, and sat facing me, legs open wide. I couldn’t help but glance down under the water at his crotch. Was there a bulge?  

I turned a bit towards him so that we were facing each other, sitting on the last two stools at the swim bar. We started chatting casually, asking about where we lived exactly, and what we each did for a living. Darren did play football in the past, even did a few years in semi-pro before a bad concussion turned him away from it. Now he owns his own business with a friend doing something with sales or tech or something. I wasn’t listening too closely as I stole glances at his body. He didn’t elaborate too much on the subject anyway. My legs were open, sideways as I faced him, and he turned more to face me completely. As he did, his knee brushed up against the inside of mine once again. I held my leg still. And he didn’t move it away. I glanced down and looked under the clear water. His big smooth leg looked enormous next to mine. He had defined muscles on his quad, the definition in his upper leg clear even in the bent position. My leg was a little more tanned than his, but we were pretty close in color. My eyes trailed down to his feet in the water.  

I realized neither of us were speaking, so I returned my eyes up to look at his face and he was looking at me, smiling. He was thinking something, and I was too. He took a swig of his beer without taking his eyes away. “So,” he started, “what else do you do for fun?” 

I laughed and pressed my knee against his tighter, pretending I was sitting up straighter. This was my chance to see what I could do with this hunk. “Fun? Not much usually. But I’m pretty open to anything.” I held his gaze and took a sip of my own drink. “What about you?” 

He tugged at the top of his shorts, as if adjusting to accommodate a growing cock. He smiled at me again and took another swig from his beer. “Oh, I don’t know.” He looked around the swim up bar and the pool and then back at me and pressed his knee hard into mine. Then his voice dropped, and he whispered, “But maybe we could have some fun together.” He took another swig, nervously. “If you know what I mean.” He added quietly, his eyes on me intently now. He was smiling slightly now, and his eyes were now roaming my body, his leg moving up and down slowly under the water rubbing my knee. He was nervous. 

My heart was pounding. I reached down in the water and grabbed at my bathing suit, to adjust my own growing cock. He was watching me, even when he looked away, wondering what I would do but he didn’t pull his leg away from mine. Neither did I. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean.” I said, turning behind me to see who was listening. No one was as everyone was starting to clear out to get ready for dinner. The pool was practically empty. I shifted and turned to face the bar counter, letting my leg slip away from his. I leaned forward on the counter and turned my head to him. “And I think I’m up for some fun big guy.” I said quietly to him. He leaned forward too, facing the front and took another deep swig of his beer.  

He turned his head towards me and said softly, “I don’t do this a lot.” 

I turned to face him, his eyes looking at me pleadingly. “Neither do I. But fuck…” I said as I let my eyes roam down his body, looking at his ass sitting on the underwater bar stool. “I’d do it with you all the time man.” 

He laughed out loud, and took another swig, looking around. “Same.” He looked back at me and leaned in a bit closer, taking in a deep breath and letting his eyes go down my body. “I think I could have a lot of fun with you. You’re like the perfect size for me. I love smaller guys.” His voice was deeper, sexier, sultry. I was so turned on right now, all I could think about was how I was going to get out of the pool with a giant erection. “What are you into?” He asked when the bartender moved away.  

I smiled, staring at his bulging bicep as he rested his chin in his hand looking at me. To anyone watching, we just looked like two guys hanging out at the swim up bar. To both of us, we were facing forward to hide our erections as we talked about sex with one another. “Well, I’m into big guys. And I’m all bottom.” I said quietly. 

He growled low. “Jesus.” He muttered. “Perfect.” 

The bartender looked at us from afar and I held up two fingers and pointed to our drinks.  

“I love to fuck. And I think you have a perfect little ass. And you’re cute as hell.” Darren whispered to me as the bartender moved away to grab his beer. Then he leaned over to me. “I’m a pretty passionate guy.” 

I smiled and took a swig. “Me too actually.” 

He moved his fingers over his mouth, wiping his lips with his finger and thumb. “I love to kiss.”  

I wasn’t expecting this from the look of him. He was all man, very masculine and macho, and it wasn’t every day you met a guy that looked like him that liked to make out with other guys. “Me too.” I said again quietly as the bartender plopped our drinks down in front of us. “Gracias!” I said to the bartender as Darren finished his beer and grabbed the next one.  

Darren spread his legs out sideways on the stool, as if inviting me in. I did the same and spread my leg wide to allow our legs to touch underwater again. I heard him growl again and saw him glance down at our legs touching. “Jesus even this is turning me on.” He murmured.  

I laughed. “I know. Same.” I took a swig, feeling the previous drinks, the downed beer, and now this man sitting beside me coming on to me. I tried to act casually, but in reality I was ready to sit on his lap right now. I turned to see how many people were left and wondered again where my wife was with our kids. 

“Can you get away later tonight when your kids go to bed?” He was talking quietly, fidgeting with his cup. I watched his thick fingers moving nervously. He looked over at me with raised eyebrows. 

I looked at him, staring at his thick neck, his big body sitting next to me. Fuck he was a hunk. “We’re supposed to be at the main stage tonight at 8 to claim our prize. Together.”  

The realization dawned on him and he nodded, suddenly smiling even more. “Yeah! For sure then. Maybe we can convince the women to take the kids back and we can just stay out and have a couple more of these.” He winked at me, more casually. “And see what happens.” He placed his big mitt on my shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “I should go, but I will see you there for sure. I’ll wait for you outside at the main door then.”  

He stood up, leaving his hand on my shoulder, and I could see that he was sporting a bit of a bulge. I looked at his hand on me, his fingers perfectly maintained, thick, smooth and meaty. I pictured them in my mouth. He stood close to me, looking down at me sitting on the underwater stool, my eyes level with his firm pecs and small round nipples. I looked up the mountain of muscle and into his blue eyes. He smiled at me and leaned down a bit to my ear. “I want to kiss you right now.” 

My heart was beating fast, and he pushed his big body into me as someone sat on the bar stool behind him. He laughed a little bit as he brushed against me, holding himself close to me so our bodies connected. I didn’t move away, but instead enjoyed the feeling of his hard stomach against my arm, his leg pressed against mine underwater. I could feel his hardening cock against my side. I was so tipsy I didn’t even move away, but just let him sort of graze against me as he stepped around me and started to move away. 

“I don’t think I can get out of the water right now.” He chuckled. He pulled at his crotch underwater and giggled at me as he patted my bare shoulder and moved away, turning back to see me watching him. He blushed a little as we caught each other staring and gave a slight wave as he slowly walked towards the edge of the pool towards his family. He sort of waded around a bit, probably trying to get his cock to go down. I watched him emerge from the pool eventually, water rolling down his sculpted smooth body. His big round ass coming on display again as the bathing suit formed to his figure. His big muscled legs coming into view as he stepped out of the pool. He pulled at his bathing suit again to let some air in and hide his bulging cock, and when he did he looked my way again. My heart caught in my throat as he smiled at me and tugged at his shorts again, lifting a leg a bit to adjust more and then just shrugged his shoulders at me with a little laugh. My cock was hard in my shorts as I watched him.  

I turned away from him and finished my drink. I had to get out myself now, and suddenly couldn’t wait till 8 o’clock tonight. And to see what would happen. Something told me I would stay hard till then.