A Bromance Vacation

Darren and I returned to our spot to find our families still weren’t back. We hopped in the pool to cool ourselves off for various reasons. It was a relief to wash the sweat, and the smell of cum, off our bodies. We got out together and dried off, grabbing our shirts to head to the buffet to find our families where they happily welcomed us. Neither of us let on that anything was happening, but every now and then I would catch him looking at me, with a smile on his face that matched my own.  

It was weird to explain, but I didn’t feel guilty. My wife and I had drifted apart recently. The hectic pace, the kids, our jobs…there wasn’t much left. We still loved each other, but try as I might, I knew what I was trying to bury deep down inside was surfacing. Darren brought it out of me again.  

The way Darren was looking at me, I could tell he was in the same boat. His wife, as beautiful as she was, was rather demanding. She often scolded him, treating him like a third child of theirs. He seemed not to notice, but his demeanor changed when he was with her. I wondered if he noticed the same with me. Both of us trying to pretend happiness, while still trying to maintain a solid household for the kids. But knowing that our hidden desires were for something else completely.  

After lunch, Amy took the kids, Darren included, back to their room for a break from the sun and pool. They had a dinner reservation already secured at one of the restaurants, but our wives had found one another so charming that they had booked the eight of us for a dinner together for the following evening. Darren’s eye caught mine as we realized we would have dinner together. For such a masculine looking guy, I could tell he was a romantic at heart. Not only with the care he took in fucking me, but when he looked at me with that moment of realizing we would have our first dinner together the following evening. I didn’t seem them for the rest of the day, and woke up the following morning already anxious to see him again. 

The next morning, I was at my usual spot, reserving our lounges, including ones for Darren and his family now. He appeared about 40 minutes after I arrived, with two cups of coffee in his hand. 

“Morning.” He said, his deep voice gruff and throaty. “Black.” He smiled, handing me the cup. He was proud that he remembered and was delivering this to me. 

He had on his red trunk bathing suit that I first saw him in, with another muscle shirt. People stared at him whenever they walked by, not only because he was a hot looking guy, but because he was thick and beefy, his big arms and broad shoulders on display in his shirt. He was breathtaking to say the least. But he didn’t notice. His attention was completely on me.  

We decided to grab breakfast together alone as we were hungry and knew the wives and the kids would still be awhile. I noticed how big he was standing beside him at the buffet entrance, my eyes level with his big pecs protruding underneath his shirt. His hands seemed so much bigger than mine, his trim waist at my arm level practically inviting me to wrap my arm around it. His smooth body was now a golden brown from the sun, and his blue eyes stood out even more. He held up two fingers and the hostess showed us to our table, smiling widely and flirting with us on the way. 

A server was right there pouring us coffee and flipping our napkins onto our laps, showing us the buffet as we sat down for a moment.  

Darren lifted his water. “Is this like our first date?” He leaned over and asked quietly. 

I giggled like a girl, looking around to see if anyone noticed. “I guess so. And here I thought dinner tonight would be. Tell you what, I’ll pay this time.”  

He laughed out loud. “This is better. It’s just us.” His knee bumped mine under the table. “Oh, sorry.” He automatically said and moved it, but then smiled at me and put it back. I grinned back at him as his big bare knee connected with mine lightly.  

“Stop it.” I said in a whisper. “Or I’m not going to be able to stand up.” 

He chuckled and grabbed his napkin. “Then I better go before the same thing happens to me!” And he stood up and headed to the buffet. I watched his ass move as he sauntered away, two big round globes under his red trunks. It was one nice piece of ass. He turned to see if I was watching, and when he caught me looking, he half grinned and gave a little huff and shook his head in delight. I think he loved the idea that I was constantly checking him out.  

I stood up when I knew it was safe and returned to see the mountain of food Darren was already digging into. “I got you some juice too.” He said pointing to the orange juice in front of me.  

We chatted through breakfast as we watched each other eat. It was an easy conversation, natural and effortless, as if we had been friends for a long time. It had been a long time since I felt so comfortable sitting with another guy, casually talking. But in between this perfect talk, my eyes still wandered all over his body, and pictured him kissing me with the lips he was now politely putting food in. I watched him chew, watched him lick his lips, watched him drink. He had nice big firm lips. And he was such an awesome kisser. His knees happily surrounded mine, and I rested them up against his under the table. No one noticed, but to both of us, it was our silent way to touch and feel connected.  

This was getting serious, I thought to myself. 

Our families spent the day together, and better still, I spent the day with Darren. He was a really fun guy when he allowed himself to be, or rather, when he was out from under his wife’s glare. We played with our kids in the pool for hours, and then started drinking when it was time to pass them off to the wives after their down time. Even my kids found him intoxicating. I just loved watching his half naked body in the water.  

When it was time to get ready for dinner, I was feeling tipsy. My eyes were staring at his bare flesh more, and I was losing a little bit of control when I was near him. No one was noticing, but Darren was as he wasn’t refuting any of my looks or touches, but rather encouraging them, or, even better, returning them. I was in a state of arousal as I got dressed for our dinner out with this new family.  

“You look really nice!” My wife said to me as we were just about to step out of our hotel room. I had put on my slim grey pants and a light blue buttoned down top that amplified my chest and arms. My tan made the shirt pop, along with my blue-green eyes. They were definitely more ice blue at the moment, a colour they got when I was turned on, or so I was told. My wife patted my bubbled ass as she walked by. I looked at my kids, mini versions of us as we headed to the restaurant. All of us were excited to see Darren and his family at the resort Italian restaurant. 

We arrived first, and were seated already when they walked in. The sight of Darren made me dizzy. He was wearing a crisp white long sleeved dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up his massive tanned forearms. It was untucked over a pair of slim fitting tan pants that hugged his ass and thighs nicely. The top buttons were open in his shirt, giving me a hint of his cleavage from his muscled pecs and a shimmer of a thick silver chain around his neck. He moved to the seat across from me as we stood up and shook hands. His touch sent sparks through me. His white toothed grin and sparkling eyes on me proved he was just as taken in by my appearance as I was with his. 

I didn’t even notice what his wife was wearing.  

His family sat opposite mine, our wives at the far end of the table with our four kids in between us all. As we all settled, and drinks were ordered, both of us kept stealing glances at the other, giving only smiles to one another as we choose our food from the menus and silently started sipping our red wine. When his big leg touched mine under the table, my heartbeat kicked up a notch. 

The kids were excellent through dinner, seemingly having fun with their newfound friends. Even my son seemed at home with his equally aged new female friend as Darren’s daughter seemed as enraptured by him as I was with her dad. Our wives chattered non-stop, laughing and shrieking as they talked, the wine pouring. And Darren and I got to know each other better.  

As I sipped on my third glass of wine, and found his knee pressing hard against my thigh, I found myself saying quietly to him that I could use that secluded bathroom right about now.  

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I’m game.” He winked at me. “It’s been like 8 hours I’m up for round 2.” 

I laughed and shook my head and looked down the table. Was this wrong? I haven’t been this turned on for a while, and my wife and I hadn’t had sex since…well, to be honest, I couldn’t remember the last time! Darren was smiling at me as he downed his glass of wine. I took a swig of mine, looking at him. It wasn’t the best wine, but it was doing its job.  

After dinner, our families wandered down together to the main pool area where they were setting up for a night show. We grabbed a vacant table and Darren and I pulled chairs up. Darren disappeared to the side bar and returned with two glasses, which he set down in front of me and sat beside me.  

“Do you drink scotch?” He asked, grabbing one for himself. 

I picked up the second one and we clinked. “I do now.” And I took a sip with him, our eyes on each other. Fuck me I thought. I was so hot for him, and this drink was like fire sliding down my throat, which matched my feelings. I wanted to jump on him right now.  

My daughter was yawning and asked if she could get into bed and watch a movie. It was almost nine and the effects of another day in the sun were hitting them. To my surprise, my wife suggested that Amy and the kids come to our room and they could put on a movie and the women could continue their drinking and conversations there. Darren quickly agreed. He even got them drinks to take back with them.  

We gave our kids hugs and kisses good night, and the wives encouraged us to enjoy the show as they departed. Darren sat down and turned to me after watching them all leave. “Is it wrong that I’m happy we’re alone?” He said quietly. 

I gave a small laugh with a smile, letting more of the scotch warm me up and loosen my inhibitions. I looked around the large space at the fellow vacationers. “We aren’t alone.”  

He leaned over the table and picked up his drink. “Not yet?” He stood up and motioned for me to follow, which I did automatically, following that big round ass towards the beach.  

My heart was beating in anticipation of where Darren was leading me this time as he kicked off his shoes and stood barefoot in the sand waiting for me to do the same. I picked up my white Vans and felt the cool sand on my feet as I followed him along the shore. There were only a few people doing the same, a couple of women, and a few older couples slowly walking along the beach as we started. Our resort was a wide one, with a couple smaller ones along the side. We started slowly walking to the right, leaving the guests and people behind us in the distance as we started passing by other resorts. We talked about nothing in particular along the way, constantly aware of others around us.  

At last we were on a long stretch of beach that was deserted, and I could see a patch of open space where there was no resort between the one we were walking in front until the next one up ahead. I had finished my drink as had Darren. There was a moment of silence and Darren suddenly said, “Here,” and took the glass from my hand and held it with his in between the fingers of his left hand which also held his shoes. My shoes were in my right hand as we walked side by side, Darren to my left. 

Then he reached over, his right hand to mine, and he took my left hand in his and laced his fingers in mine and kept walking slowly with me, holding my hand. 

My heart was in my throat as I quickly looked around.  

“No one is around.” He said quietly. He looked over at me and smiled. “I just wanted to see what this felt like. Holding your hand.”  

I looked at his big frame beside me, the ocean beside him in the distance, the moonlight outlining his chiseled face. His hand felt big surrounding mine, warm, tightly holding mine. And it felt so fucking good. 

He stopped and I stepped closer to him, facing him, our hands still clasped together. “I can’t explain these past few days buddy.” He was staring down at me, talking so quietly I could barely hear him over the soft sounds of the ocean near our feet. “But I’m hoping we can figure this out and continue something back home.” 

I looked up into his eyes, seeing them clearly in the moonlight. “I’m game if you are.” I was serious. This big beast was a gentle man, and could be the answer I was looking for given my current situation.  

“I know we still love our wives and all,” he continued, “but if we can keep this between us, and just, you know, between you and me and all….” He was stumbling, getting nervous.  

I squeezed his hand. “Yes. I want that. Just us. No more hook ups or looking or one night stands. I just want one guy.” 

He let out a big sigh and looked around, to the left of us and to the right of us. There was no one walking. He pulled me in close to him and bent down to kiss me hard, deep, passionately. I was standing on my toes, still holding his hand.  

Then he broke it off and looked around again. “Jesus.” He mumbled. I could see his eyes searching behind me, and then, once again he said, “Follow me.” He pulled my hand with his and led me to the clearing of bushes between the resorts we were walking by. It was a big giant field of uncleared land, complete with palm trees and thick green bushes. I glanced sideways in both directions but no one was around. I didn’t feel scared following Darren. Rather felt quite safe and horny, considering I figured what we were heading into these bushes to do. 

There were a few palm trees and a giant bush immediately off the beach, and he stepped around the bush and then behind it. I moved in beside him, and noticed that from the beach we couldn’t be seen, and there was nothing but cover behind us. He pulled me into him again and kissed me like before, this time more relaxed and slowly. His arms wrapped around me as I melted into his body, pressed up against him. His cock was hard in his pants, and his hands were all over me.  

Without a word, he turned me around and undid his pants. “Slide your pants down.” He whispered to me. I unzipped my fly and undid the button in time for him to assist in pulling my pants down just below my waist. He pushed me gently toward the palm tree behind the bush and my hands found the trunk as I bent over slightly, now feeling his cock slapping against my ass.  

“Can I fuck you now?” He asked quietly, already pushing his cock into the crack of my ass. I spit on my hand and reached behind me to lube it, and then held it and guided it to my ass. He helped by moving in between my legs and letting me do the work. “Yeah, put it in you.” He groaned.  

I looked behind me to see him unbuttoning his shirt and then flicking the sides of it back to open it up and free his torso. I arched and stuck my ass in the air as his cock found its way inside me again, sliding in slowly to its new home once again. I moaned quietly as I felt his fat dick fill me completely, all the way to the base. He grabbed my hips and started growling as he began humping my ass. 

I undid my own shirt, opening it up and holding it up and off my back while one hand held on to the palm tree for support. I could see the ocean from my position, and the front of the beach in case anyone came by. The sounds of his hips smacking my ass matched the rhythm of the ocean waves lapping against the shore. I looked behind me to see his outline highlighted under the moon in the dark. He looked like a ancient warrior fucking me hard in nature, his chest glistening, and a determined look on his face. He saw me turned around and smiled at me, catching my gaze immediately. “How’s my cock feel buddy?” He asked me with a wicked grin. 

I bounced off him enjoyably. “Fucking amazing big guy.” I leaned down a bit more, and he readjusted appropriately. I had my hands on my knees in more of a squat, and he widened his legs as well, before grabbing my shoulders and starting to pound me deep again. 

“Your ass is so fucking tight.” He groaned as he held his face upwards to the night sky.  

I grabbed my bouncing cock and started to jerk it slowly, feeling the need to cum as he fucked me from behind. I turned my head sideways and licked his fingers on my shoulders, causing him to lift them and shove them in my mouth to allow me to suck on them. This was met with a louder groan and harder thrusting which told me he enjoyed me sucking on his thick fingers. His other hand came around my throat and he held me gently, pulling my neck backwards a bit and making me arch more, allowing his cock to plunge deeper into me. We both moaned at this. 

“Jesus,” he snarled again, breathing heavier and pumping harder.  

I started working my cock hard and was pushing my ass backwards against him to fuck him just as hard as he was drilling into me. “Fuck me Darren.” I moaned. “Just keep fucking me.” I was bouncing hard against him, and nearing the explosive moment I knew all too well. “I want this cock all the fucking time.” I was growling myself now, talking in a deep voice I didn’t recognize. The sounds and words coming out of me were new.  

“Oh yeah,” Darren was saying over and over again, along with a lot of “fuck” and “oh my god.” His pace was steady and he was fucking me deep, pausing every now and then to dig and circulate his dick inside me and spread me open. He leaned over me and removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, holding my head sideways to make sure we got a deep kiss as his hips continued to piston my hole.  

When his tongue found mine, my cock started erupting. He held me firm, feeling me rock and shake under him, but his tongue never stopped and neither did his cock. He knew I was finished when my hands reached around and grabbed his ass and I started pulling him into me harder and I yelled out, “Fuckin’ cum in me man! I want your load!” 

He pulled off my mouth and grabbed onto my shoulders again to hold me steady as he plowed into me faster and harder than ever before. He was on a mission now to cum, and he was getting there quickly.  

With loud grunts and growls, I felt his cock harden more and then he was exploding inside my ass, another full load painting my insides and splashing deep within me. He groaned his way to completion, slowing his hips down until his hips were pressed up against my ass and he pulled my body up to his, holding me in his arms, his chest against my back, listening to the sounds of our breaths returning to normal while the ocean sounds calmed us.  

His mouth was at my neck, and my ears, kissing me, and moaning quietly. “I can’t believe how fucking hard you make me.” He whispered, licking my ear with his fat tongue.  

I held onto his forearms wrapped around my chest and let out a big sigh. It had only been a few days since we met, but I was feeling things for him too. Feelings I never thought I would have again. “Holy shit buddy.” I said, wiping my forehead and trying to cool down. I didn’t want his cock to leave me, but also knew we were pretty exposed out in the middle of this empty field where people were walking by not too far from us along the beach. I stood up and let his dick slip out, listening to him groan as it did. I stood up completely, letting my legs stretch from the previous position and turned slowly around. His dick was still slightly hard, and gleaming in the moonlight. It was clean as a whistle and as I looked at it, still hard and thick and juicy looking, I knew I wanted more. 

I bent over him and took him in my mouth, cleaning off his cock from my ass and tasting his cum on it. He moaned loud, and almost stopped me before succumbing to the sensation of my warm mouth and tongue. “Jesus!” he yelled and then pulled me off it, and bent down to kiss me, sticking his tongue in me and sucking back my own spit and tongue. He grunted loudly and kissed me deep.  

He pulled away and looked at me, licking his lips. “Fuck!” He moaned. “That is so hot, tasting your ass and my cum in your mouth.” He groaned at me again and kissed me more. “Wow.” He said again before stepping back to look at me.  

I tucked my cock into my underwear and pulled my pants over my ass as he started to do the same. We left our shirts open though, and I checked the beach to see if anyone was walking by. There was one couple making their way along back towards our resort, so we waited. Darren came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder.  

“You are so fucking hot.” He murmured against the side of my neck.  

I giggled feeling his stubble from the day scratching my cheek. “You’re the hot one. Have you seen the way people look at you?”  

He stood up and turned me around. “That’s only because I’m big. YOU mister are fucking hot. Those eyes are killers man.” He smiled at me, and held my face in his finger and thumb. “I could look at those eyes all day long.” He kissed me again, slowly. My God I was still on fire for him.  

I checked the beach and the coast was clear. “Come on you big horn dog.” I said, stepping out of the bushes and back onto the sand. No one was around or noticed us moving quickly back to the strip along the beach, ensuring we had everything with us – shoes, glasses from the bar. I pulled at my shirt in the wind and started to do up a few buttons and noticed that Darren was doing the same.  

I walked close beside him as we headed back to the resort, holding my shoes in one hand and my empty glass in the other. But in my mind, we were walking hand in hand. And it felt so fucking romantic.