A Bromance Vacation

I ended up at the pre-show presentation all by myself. My wife was tired, as were the kids after the long day in the sun. It was Christmas after all, and they were beat. She wanted to know what the “prize” would be for me winning. I casually mentioned that I might stay out and have a drink with my newfound friend and partner from the competition, which she encouraged, saying they’d all be asleep anyway.  

I spotted Darren alone standing outside the doors to the theatre. He was wearing light blue shorts that came to a little ways above the knee, showing off the sculpted definition in his thigh, his wide feet in a pair of flip flops. On top he had on a plain dark red buttoned-down short sleeve collared shirt that displayed his giant biceps nicely. The top few buttons were undone so you could see the formation of his massive pecs underneath. Fuck he looked good in red. He was holding two drinks in his hand and let out a big sexy grin as soon as he saw me coming. He held up the one drink, a vodka and cranberry, and handed it to me as I approached. He even remembered the type of drink I ordered! Our fingers touched as I took my drink from him, and electricity shot through me at the gentle connection.  

“Thanks buddy!” I said, trying not to shake with anticipation. 

Turns out, Darren was in a similar situation, coming alone to this with some freedom from the family as well for the night.  

We sat at the back, neither one of us saying too much more before one of the resort team members came onstage to start announcing the winners from the activities throughout the day. Darren’s leg was already touching mine as we sat close together in the packed theatre. Even though Darren was on the end, he didn’t move over. I rested my left hand on my own leg, and then let it casually slide down in between to rest against Darren’s leg as he pressed against me. I could see his head shift a bit to look down as I touched him, and he breathed in deeply. But neither one of us moved or pulled away. 

Our competition was announced, and we were asked to come to the stage to receive our bottles of liquor. Hilarious that in an all-inclusive resort our prize was alcohol. There were a number of hoots and hollers as we got on stage. Even though I was no match for Darren’s size and build, I was still a hot looking guy. We looked like two fitness models. If only the crowd knew what I was hoping would happen between us soon. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Darren mumbled to me as we headed back to our seats. Instead he went right for the door and I followed that ass outside, each of us holding a bottle of some sort of rum. Since most of the guests were in the theatre, or finishing dinner, the resort pool and the beach were pretty deserted at this time. I followed Darren towards the one bar still open at the pool, where he ordered four cokes. He slid two glasses to me and took his two in his one big hand, holding the bottle of rum in the other and said, “Follow me.” 

Managing the bottle between my arm and the cokes in each of my hands, I followed him onto the beach. He walked to the section with the row of white daybeds lined up facing the ocean. They were covered on the two sides with white material. He stopped at one in the middle that was against a large tree behind it and kicked off his flip flops and threw the bottle down on it. He grabbed a table beside the bed and dragged it over to the front of the bed and set the cups of coke down, taking mine from me and putting them down too. He took a swig of coke from the one and grabbed the rum and opened it. He poured some in and handed it to me. He repeated the process with another cup and then he climbed into the daybed and moved to the side, patting the other side with his big hand for me to join him. 

I kicked off my flip flops and, trying as gracefully as I could, climbed up with the drink in my hand to sit up beside him. He clinked my plastic cup once again and we drank, silently, sitting beside each other, listening to the sounds of the ocean.  

I looked down at his legs and feet next to mine. He had big feet, perfectly formed and smooth. His calves were pronounced as his legs laid against the white cushion. It was dark, but the moonlight was coming in off the ocean, making the outline of his muscled legs look even hotter. My own legs looked good too, just as muscular although not as large. His feet looked big compared to my size 9s, probably a good size 12 or 13. Wide. Clean. Tasty. Each toe was perfectly proportioned on him, slightly smaller than the next to form a nice arch down from his big toe. 

“You okay?” He asked quietly, leaning forward and raising his left leg up to sit up straighter.  

I nodded, the sounds of the ocean intoxicating. “Yeah. You?” 

He held his drink in his left hand, resting on his bent leg, and I could see the wedding band around his finger. I looked down at mine and let my left-hand rest on the cushion between us. He was sitting to my left, and he noticed my hand beside him. “It’s pretty quiet out here.” He half turned to me, and I could see his eyes looking me up and down. 

“It’s nice.” I said, turning a bit towards him too. My heart was racing, and I was feeling dizzy. We were in that moment of wanting to do something, but both afraid to make the first move. I could tell he did this about as much as I did.  

His right hand rubbed his leg casually, and then he moved it onto the cushion, and slowly slid it backwards, up his thigh to where my left hand was resting. He slowed down as it brushed against my hand resting on the cushion, my fingers feeling the palm of his hand first as it slowly glided over top. Then his pinky finger lifted up and traced over top of mine. My insides were pounding at this light touch, and my fingers raised up automatically, inviting his in. His hand moved over mine, his fingers finding their way into mine and he laced them together and squeezed. I squeezed back, and we both took in very deep breaths as our hands clasped together.  

“Fuck,” I heard myself saying as he leaned his face towards mine. His eyes were open, hungry as our faces touched first, his cheek hot against mine, his long nose hitting mine. Then his eyes closed, he leaned forward more and I felt his lips touch mine in a soft kiss, followed by another, and then another. His eyes opened slightly, and I looked into them. He squeezed my hand tight and opened his mouth to kiss me with more intensity. I felt his wet tongue brush up against my upper lip and I opened my mouth wider. My tongue slipped out to touch his and I heard him inhale deeply, pushing his tongue in farther.  

And then his hand let go of mine and it was on the back of my neck holding me against his face, our tongues now intertwined as we kissed deeply. Passionately. Fuck he was a passionate man, just like he said. My left hand moved onto his leg as we kissed, and I could feel the heat from his body under my touch. His skin felt soft yet hard from the muscles on his leg as I ran my fingers down the insides of his thigh. He was breathing deeply, holding me firm against his face as we kissed hard.  

My hand moved up his thigh and it grazed against his balls tucked and hidden in his shorts. They felt big, round, full. I didn’t stop there. My hand glided on top of his crotch, feeling his hardened cock underneath the material. It was quite the mound of meat as I tried to trace the outline, unsure of where his cock began, and his balls ended. Since I was using my left hand, it was awkward, so I tossed my cup of rum and coke forward off the bed onto the sand and turned more towards him, making it easier to kiss him as my right hand moved to the button of his shorts.  

He groaned a bit as he kissed me deeper, feeling my hands at his shorts and undoing the button and zipper and sliding it down. I needed to feel him. I needed to get at this hulk’s cock. 

He broke the kiss and leaned a bit back as I opened his shorts. He looked down at the exposed bulge hidden under a pair of white Joe Boxer lycra boxers. I looked down too, noticing the rather long outline. My hand moved over the fabric, feeling his cock hard underneath and I couldn’t wait. I dug my fingers into the waistband and lifted it up and down over his cock, freeing it from the confines and letting it spring upwards.  

It was big. Cut. Smooth. Hard. It was thick from base to tip, the same width all the way up. His cock head was like a perfect cap on top of his dick. It looked like a rocket ship ready for lift off, standing up straight as he looked down at it. “Jesus.” He muttered simply, his eyes flicking to mine. I smiled and licked my lips. 

I leaned over him and moved my lips to the tip, kissing the top, causing him to moan and jerk a bit. I lightly grasped the base, amazed at how hot it felt in my hand, amazed at the girth of it as I could barely get my fist around it, and amazed at its length. As I put my lips over the head and started to slide down, I wasn’t sure how much of it I was going to take. It looked to be a little bigger than my own 8 inches, maybe 8 and a half, maybe 9. It had been a while since I had a fat nine incher. But boy was I ready. 

I swallowed him right down to the base, surprising myself and him, as he let his head fall backwards and let out a loud, “Holy fuck” in his deep voice. He let me suck his cock up and down for a long time, just staring at me as I worshipped it, licking it from top to bottom, feeling his big round smooth balls in my hand. They were the most glorious sets of balls I’ve ever felt, big and full.  

He took my lead and tossed his almost empty cup of rum and coke to the sand in front of us and pulled me up off his cock and laid backwards with me. Turning onto our sides, his mouth found mine and he kissed me deeply again. Fuck he was an awesome kisser. He pulled my body close to his and wrapped his big leg over mine, securing me against him as we kissed. He was breathing hard as his hands roamed over me, feeling me for the first time, getting to know every contour of my body. His hands slid up under my button down shirt, feeling my back with his bare hands, letting his fingers lightly caress my skin. Then his hands dove under my shorts, squeezing my ass cheeks as he felt my bare skin, letting his fingers slide deep into the crack of my ass. 

I was moaning now, kissing him just as hard, forgetting about everything. I was lost in this embrace, as passionate feelings arose in me again. This man was hot. And I wanted him.  

He rolled me over onto my back and reached down to undo my shorts quickly, flicking the fly open and pulling down my underwear over my cock. He looked down at my cock, looking much like his and let out another “Jesus” as he took in my 8 inches. He was on my cock in a flash.  

He wasn’t the best cock sucker, but he was definitely into it. He was hungry and fierce as he licked and sucked on my tool, stroking it in his big hand as he lapped it up. I could tell he hadn’t sucked a lot of cocks before, and that made me feel good as I watched him enjoy mine. 

He moved back up me, letting his nose slide up my clothes as if he was trying to inhale me on his way up. His full lips found mine again and we were once again kissing to the sounds of the ocean and the wind. Could this get any hotter? 

His fingers started unbuttoning my shirt, so I did the same to his. We pulled the material apart and crashed down on each other’s lips again, feeling our naked chests hit each other. I was on my back with him on top of me yet didn’t feel his weight as he kept himself perfectly positioned just above me, enough though that his smooth hard chest was against mine, creating sparks of passion in me.  

Then he sat up and rolled me over onto my stomach in one smooth motion. I felt his hands on my shorts and he roughly yanked them down over my ass and pulled them off me completely, underwear and all. He pulled at my shirt and slipped it off my arms as well. I was lying naked under him as he covered my body with his, his gigantic frame easily hiding me underneath. I could feel his big cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass as he lay on me, his arms under me and holding onto my chest as his hips worked slowly on top of me.  

His mouth was at my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, kissing and licking me. And when he asked me, “Can I fuck you?” I moaned a yes in reply quickly, feeling the need to have him suddenly.  

He pushed himself up and off me, and I heard him spit into my ass, the night air blowing against me causing me to shiver. His knee moved in between my legs and forced me open. And then I felt his slicked cock at my entrance, his hand guiding it to my hole, rubbing it gently until he found the spot he wanted. He held it there for a moment, pressing so slightly. I instinctively spread my legs open, moving one leg up, allowing him to move forward a bit. As the tip of his cock eased in a bit, he stretched out over top of me again, his hands finding both mine above my head and linked his fingers in mine, holding my hands tight as he slowly, slowly pressed forward into me.  

I relaxed at this invasion. I took in a deep breath and knew that this stranger was the one for me. I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering a similar hulk making love to me. And as I did, Darren’s cock slid into me deep.  

I gasped as the uncomfortable pain hit me, and Darren squeezed my hands tight, holding his enormous cock still inside me. I could feel him flex it involuntarily, throbbing inside me, wanting to move. His voice was soft and caring when I heard him ask, “Am I hurting you?” 

“Just give me a second.” I mumbled from the cushion. I turned my head slightly and could see his outline above me. His shirt still on but opened and hanging down around him. I could see his muscles flexed, holding his body up. His hips were against me, but I could feel the material of his shorts on my legs. I was naked under him, but he was still fully clothed. He needed to fuck me so badly here at the side of the ocean, under cover, secretly. And knowing how much he wanted me at this moment, and how much I wanted him, relaxed me quickly. 

I moved slightly under him, my ass clenching around him causing him to moan, and I told him I was ready. When he started pumping, he did it slowly, as if he was afraid he would hurt me more. It was so sensual and gentle it made me moan in anticipation of what was to come.  

He stretched out on me, and I felt his hard, bare chest in between his open shirt against my back as his hips worked, his ass slowly lifting up and down as his cock started to plunge in and out of me. He was a gentle beast, fucking me carefully, expertly, making sure I was enjoying it as much as he was. He was kissing whatever spot on me he could find, until I turned my head around for him to find my lips. Only when he kissed me, his tongue snaking into my mouth did his thrusts increase slightly, a little more urgently, as if our mouths connecting forced him to drive into me a little more forcefully. But still, his cock felt like it was made for my ass and I was taking it like a porn star.  

He leaned up onto his arms and started stabbing into me harder, causing the slapping sounds to emerge as his hips slammed into my ass. He was steady, concentrating on ensuring I was loving this fuck. He seemed determined, like he was on a slow, careful fuck, trying to remember every detail and feeling. This position was causing my own cock to grind against the cushion underneath me. And in the steady rhythmic motion, I could feel the friction of my cock rubbing against the material bringing me close to an orgasm. I squeezed his hands in mine, which caused him to plunge into me harder and deeper in that same steady pace.  

His cock felt incredible, his hands in mine were amazing, and his breath on the back of my neck caused me to start to shiver. This added to my growing climax as I felt my cock head become more sensitive to the feeling of the cushion under me. Every thrust from Darren made my own cock move forward against the fabric and I felt it start to rise.  

“Oh my god I’m cumming.” I moaned back at him.  

“You are?” He grunted without missing a beat. 

“Fuck me big guy. Harder!” I moaned out. 

He took the cue and started slamming into me harder, the sounds of our bodies hitting together grew louder as he listened to me groaning and squeezing his hands tighter. He squeezed back and really drove his cock into me now, spreading his legs a bit and fucking me deeper than before. This elicited a louder groan from me as I felt the cum rising quickly from my cock.  

“Jesus!” He moaned and went to release my hand to pull his cock out. I stopped him. 

“Keep fucking me!” I yelled back at him, pushing my ass back to keep his cock in me.  

“But…” he started to say, but I interrupted.  

“I want it. Keep fucking me!” I pushed back again as I felt the cum rising. “I’m cumming!” 

His now free hand grabbed my ass and he kept his cock inside me, banging my ass hard now as he started to grunt, focused on keeping his rhythm to make me cum.  

I kept my cock pressed against the cushion below me as I started to shake under him and let my cum shoot out of my dick under me. It just kept gushing out with every thrust from him as my ass tightened around him, causing him to grunt louder and fuck me harder.  

“Oh fuck I’m cumming too!” He moaned. 

“Do it!” I grunted back, pushing my ass hard against him as he started to groan and quiver. He broke his stride as he started to unleash his sperm inside me, letting each explosion out with a hard thrust in me, holding himself still for a moment and then thrusting against me again to let out another spurt, followed by another, and another, until after 8 more he pushed deep inside me and lay down on me, finding my hands again and clasping our fingers together. His mouth found mine and kissed me hard, then gently as our breathing returned to normal.  

“I’m sorry.” He said finally, lifting his face away from mine. “I didn’t mean to cum in you. I should’ve had a condom.” 

I turned slightly under him and kissed him softly. “It’s okay. I wanted it.” 

“I’m totally clean. I don’t do this a lot.”  

I smiled up at him. “I am too. Don’t worry. Just tested a while ago and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” 

He looked behind him, suddenly aware that we were on the beach and I was naked under him. He reluctantly pulled out and sat back on his heels and pulled his shorts up over his cock, doing up the button and zipper. He reached over and grabbed my clothes and handed them to me. “Just in case.” He said looking around. No one was in sight.  

He stood up and sort of blocked the front of the daybed for me to slide into my shorts and slip my shirt over my shoulders. As I did he poured us both another drink from the two remaining cokes on the table and the open bottle of rum. He climbed back into the bed, leaving his shirt undone. I stared at his upper body through the opening as he sat beside me, facing me this time, his back to the ocean. He handed me the glass and gave another clink.  

“Thank you.” He said, the breeze blowing on us.  

I smiled. “Best Christmas present ever.” I murmured.  

He laughed. “You got that right.” He looked at me again. “Jesus you are hot.”  

I burst out laughing. “Look who’s talking.” 

He took a drink and looked at me. “No, I love smaller built guys. And you are fucking perfect. I want to be completely naked with you and just have my way with you! And really fuck you royally.” He grinned, looking behind him again to see if anyone could hear him.  

“I think you just did that.” 

He shook his head. “That was nothing. You just wait. I could’ve fucked that tight little ass for hours.” 

I smiled up at him sexily. “Well big guy, you’re just going to have to prove that then.” 

He held up his glass. “You got it!” He smiled at me and licked his lips. “Let’s just see how creative we can get this week.” He winked at me.  

As I stared at this muscled hunk, I thought to myself, Merry fucking Christmas indeed. Santa finally brought me what I always wanted once again.