I noticed him from a long way off, this hunk of a man stretched out on the sand, seemingly asleep. Dark curly hair fell in ringlets over his forehead. The sun kissed his bronzed torso and his white speedos were far too tight, highlighting an impressive package. Luckily, I was wearing baggy shorts that hid my rising penis. As I approached he turned onto his tummy. Perfect buns framed by the skimpy swimwear brought a lump to my throat. Dare I pluck up the courage to talk to him? I didn't need to, he turned back and beautiful white teeth smiled at me. He patted the sand, inviting me to sit with him.
"Hi, I'm Philip, friends call me Pip". I held out my hand, "Stan, pleased to meet you" I wanted to say what a good looking guy he was, but didn't want to appear too forward. I sat beside him. I guessed we were of a similar age, I was 25. I noticed a rainbow ring on his thumb. "I'm here on holiday, staying in the Brunswick Hotel". "I'm local, I have an apartment half a mile away. I'm on holiday this week as well." We sat together looking at the calm sea, I dare not stare at him as I didn't want to give the wrong impression. He went on, "I'm a joiner, building houses, what do you do?" "Oh, boring I.T. work, I'm pleased to get away from the screen for a week, A rivulet of sweat ran down his cheek. "Can I buy you a coffee or maybe a Coke?" He smiled his disarming smile and we walked to the beach cafe. I so wanted to hold his hand or put my arm round his waist. We sat at a table outside the cafe and I ordered two Cokes. The conversation flowed like old friends. I hadn't noticed, but slowly he moved his hand until his finger tips touched mine. I responded and our fingers interlocked. We finished our drinks and strolled along the promenade, me hardly believing my luck, especially as we turned towards the Brunswick. He collected his key card from reception and took the stairs to his room. With the door shut, our lips met for the first time. He held my bum and pulled me close, mouths opened and tongues entwined. My penis became erect and his popped out of his speedos. Parting, I knelt and eased his trunks down. Over 7" of uncircumcised cock sprang out, all completely shaved. I held his sack and licked the shaft, then swallowed most of it and sucked him for a while, tasting the saltiness of the sea, but I didn't want him to cum yet. Standing again, we rubbed our hard dicks together, I wanted his inside me, but dare not push it. We kissed again and he led me to the bed and lay me on my back. It was his turn to pleasure me, kissing and licking down my body and engulfing my cock. 'How far would he take it?' I thought. He bobbed up and down, then moved round into a sixty nine. Pip was an excellent cock sucker, and I really should have controlled myself better, but my balls had other ideas, and I filled his mouth with my semen. We rolled over, and he wanked over my face, then licked it off and dribbled it into my mouth. I stayed a while, cuddling in silence, but finally had to make a move. We arranged to meet again the next day.
I was up early, too excited to sleep, douched (just in case) and arrived at the hotel at 10am, bypassing the reception and going straight to his room. He answered it with a towel covering himself and put a 'do not disturb' sign on the outside of the door. Pip let the towel drop. His beautiful pole was already half hard. I quickly slipped out of my clothes and we were on the bed, me lying on him, snogging, our cocks side by side. Rolling over, he once again kissed his way down my body and onto my knob. I moaned. He turned me over, parted my cheeks and ate my ass. My dreams were coming true. Reaching under the pillow, he retrieved a small bottle of lube and smeared it on my hole. Positioning himself above me, I felt a warm glow as he entered and slid all the way in. Getting me up onto all fours, I buried my head in the pillow as he took me doggy style, twerking his bum and using every inch of his fat dick. He turned me onto my back, we kissed and he reentered me with my ankles on his shoulders and penetrated deeper and faster. Sensing that he was close to orgasm, I tossed myself. I shot my load, more than I had in a long time. He rubbed it into my skin, making it shiny. With a final flourish, I was bred, and he collapsed on top of me, smothering my face with kisses.
We lay there for what seemed like hours, then he called room service and ordered sandwiches. The waiter arrived and didn't bat an eyelid at two men in bed together. We ate in silence, and then went back to making out. Our erections returned and he told me he wanted to be fucked. I would describe myself as a versatile bottom, but faced with such a beauty, I was not going to refuse. We went down on each other and then I lay on my back. He lubed his ring, then straddled me and fed my dick into himself, lifting up a little so that I could thrust. He rode me and I thrust up to meet him. We rolled onto our sides without me slipping out, and I carried on pumping, making him cum on his thigh unaided. Pulling out, I shuffled up the bed and tossed on his face and into his mouth. We kissed, swapping cum back and forth.
We spent the afternoon on the beach, swimming and sunbathing. As the sun set, we went our separate ways, arranging to meet again the next day at my apartment. My holiday romance was to continue. He arrived with a bunch of flowers, which I left in the sink while we went to bed. Once more we made out and gave one another blow jobs. He turned me over and rimmed me, eating my ass and opening me up with his fingers, then easing in from behind. We made love for a while, then flipped and I had him missionary style. We flipped back again, this time carrying on until he bred me and I tossed myself. We cuddled in a sticky mess and fell asleep. I was woken by his cock pushing into my crack, so I pushed back and let him have his way. He fucked me with me still half asleep, but my rising cock soon woke me up. Having only cum an hour or two before, we shagged for ages before he unloaded inside me. I had to jerk like mad to produce some spunk.
We met every day for the rest of the week, either at the hotel or my place, and it was a tearful goodbye when he had to leave. We swapped numbers. I shall never forget Pip and his gorgeous smile, not to mention his shagging abilities.
