Colton’s Story
Our Honeymoon was perfect! A week in Hawaii, all expenses paid at The Resort; it was a wedding gift from The Village Board, and they didn’t skimp on anything. Oh my god, Our suite was on the top floor and overlooked the ocean! There was a huge basket of tropical fruit on the bed when we entered, and a sweet note congratulating us. The Resort itself was… incred… amaz… inde-freaking-scribable! A five-star property from top to bottom, on the ocean, beautifully appointed, perfect hospitality, and on top of all that, all male and clothing optional. There were so many hot guys around, and the atmosphere was just so sexually charged. Me and Craig had no trouble keeping our vow to have sex every day of our marriage … in fact, I think we did it at least twice every day if not more. All the hot guys walking around naked fueled my fantasies, but Craig fulfilled them.
But our honeymoon was so much more than sex, it was about us unplugging, exploring, and connecting… neither of us had ever really done those things before. We had an amazing time and did so many things that week, it would take me hours to tell you everything… if I had to pick a highlight though, I’d say coasting down the majestic slopes of Haleakalā volcano. One morning we got up early to go on an excursion that started at Haleakalā National Park at sunrise. The tour bus picked us up at our hotel at a ridiculously early 4AM to take us to the top of the volcano to watch the sunrise. Another couple from The Resort got on the already crowded bus with us. I’d love to give you all the details about the scenic ride up, but I honestly, I slept through it (it was dark out anyway). Craig, of course, chatted up the other couple the whole way there. It turns out they were just a few years older than us, on their honeymoon too… and from RALEIGH!!! By the time the bus got all the way up the narrow road to the volcano, I had gotten a few more Z’s, and Craig made some new friends (that was totally Craig… never met a stranger).
We got to the top of the volcano just a few minutes before sunrise; even in the darkness it was breathtaking! The flora and fauna there were so different from anything I’d ever seen. Craig (Mr. Horticulture Degree) was geeking out and telling me and our new friends all about things like the silversword plant, with its striking silver-colored leaves and tall flower spike. and the ʻōhiʻa lehua, a flowering evergreen tree that plays a significant role in Hawaiian culture and mythology. So many unique things, and Craig knew all about him… damn he was smart. Professor Craig’s horticulture lesson was cut short by the sunrise… holy shit! I grew up in North Carolina and was no stranger to a beautiful sunrise, but this… this was ethereal. It’s like it touched our souls with it’s pallet. Beautiful blues, oranges, pinks, and purples; we were all in awe as we stood there in silence and watched Mother Nature paint her masterpiece in the sky. Craig and I stood by the other couple from The Resort and held hands, the four of us were instantly comfortable around each other.
After the sun had risen, the tour company got us all set up on our bikes. Yup… bikes. We rode them down the narrow road of the volcano. It was magnificent, and so peaceful. We coasted down the twenty some miles in silent awe of everything around us, I only had to pedal like three times the whole way. The tour ended at this little park where they had a huge breakfast buffet set up for us. We ate with our new friends and got to know them. They had just recently moved to Raleigh (my hometown), so we had a lot to talk about. I was surprised to find myself getting a little homesick. I left there to escape my parents, but I loved the city. Anyway… after breakfast we piled back into the tour bus to head back to The Resort. Of course, we sat next to our new friends and talked and laughed the whole way back, I’m sure we were annoying the other people on the bus who were wiped out from getting up at 4AM and riding bikes down a volcano (we were the youngest ones there). It was so much fun!
The bus stopped at a few other resorts along the way to drop off passengers. When we finally got back to our place, we were so hot and sweaty, so we basically ran from the bus to the pool, stripped down and dove in. The cool water was the perfect end to our spectacular morning, and when I emerged, there was a lounger and a Mai Tai waiting for me poolside… ‘now this was living’ I thought to myself. I sipped my drink and took in all the naked flesh around me. As I enjoyed my temporary “life of leisure,” it occurred to me that I never had really been on vacation before. I mean, like when me and Ella were kids, my parents would drag us out of state to visit relatives, but that was really it.
When I told Craig that, he just answered with, “I went camping with my parents a few times when I was a kid, we even took a road trip to Virginia Beach once, but never anything like this” he replied before sipping his drink. Damn, he looked so hot just sitting there naked letting it all hang out.
“Seriously?” Our new friend Auggie, asked. “My family was always going somewhere exotic, and me and Brent try to take vacations like twice a year!”
“You guys need to live a little! You should come to the luau with us tonight” Brent said. They had reservations for a luau just down the beach form The Resort. After they talked us into tagging along, he pulled out his phone and added us to their reservation. After that, our new friends went through the list of stuff they planned on doing while they were there and invited us to join them for anything we wanted to do. Honestly, we booked the bike ride online when we planned the trip and were pulling our pennies together to pay for that. We planned on just hanging by the pool the rest of the time we were there, but the more the guys talked, the more we knew we had to take advantage of all the island had to offer. So, we decided to join them for parasailing and a glass submarine tour later in the week. We were totally breaking our budget and had to put a few things on credit cards, but WTF, we were on vacation. Our FIRST vacation, and we made the decision to live it up. This was all insane to me! I had never been on vacation or did stuff just for the experience of it, frankly, most my life was about surviving, but now I was living, and it felt amazing.
We spent a couple more hours in the pool, before we parted ways with our new friends, gathered our clothes, wrapped towels around our bodies, and headed up to our room to change for the Luau… well I guess technically we weren’t changing since we were already naked.
Well, we made it as far as the steam room door when Craig opened it and pulled me into the steamy cave. “Sex everyday” he said with a devilish grin, reminding me of our pact.
“Here? Now?”
“Anytime. Anywhere. So yes, here. Now” he said before pulling my towel off and giving my flaccid member a squeeze.
“No, let’s go up to our room” I half protested with a nervous chuckle.
“We already did it there… like a lot. Now we’re gonna do it in here. We’re on our honeymoon, let’s live a little.” Those were the last words he spoke before pinning me against the wet tile wall and pressing his lips against mine. My backside was suctioned to the wet all, and my front was being assaulted by Craig’s eager hand. He massaged my balls and snaked a finger into my moist hole while his tongue invaded my mouth and danced with mine. Did I like it? I’ll let my massive boner answer that question for me (hint: YES!).
Between Craig’s face smashed against mine and the steam filling my nostrils, I was having a rough time breathing. Breathing? Who needed that shit?! I grabbed a handful of his hard, throbbing manhood, even in the hot steam room I could feel its heat. It pulsated in my hand and made my knees buckle, thank god Craig’s taut body was holding me up against the wall. My face was flush, my body was hot, and lust ruled my brain at that moment. I looked around the steam room and didn’t see anyone, but then again, I couldn’t see shit through the steam, but we were in too deep to turn back anyway, so I just gave in and let it happen. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies, my arms eventually ended up wrapped around his neck, and my legs wrapped around his hips. Picture that for a second. I am basically suction to a wet steam room wall with my limbs wrapped around my wet, naked husband (husband. I still couldn’t believe we were married) with steam hissing and bellowing around us. Craig and I were vanilla guys to be totally honest, but we had pushed our limits a little on our honeymoon, and this experience pushed it even further. I mean, c’mon, we were in a public place. Anyone could walk in on us, shit for all I knew there were already people in there watching us through the thick, musky steam.
Craig started with the dirty talk (which is totally not him), “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Yeah, fuck me” I whispered back in lust.
“Right here?” He asked with the devil in him voice, “where anyone could walk in?” he was talking, kissing, and nibbling my neck as his hard-as-fuck cock brushed against my hole just teasing me. I could feel it pulsating… he was so ready.
Apparently, so was I, “yeah, right here. Fuck me right here. Right fucking now” I begged before devouring his mouth. The lust-stoked passion was thick and overpowering as Craig pushed me even harder against the wall. I was literally lifted off my feet with my back against the wall when Craig’s heat seeking missile pushed hard against my ass ring. I pushed out and opened my ass for him, the sweat and moisture from the steam room lubricated me and he slipped in easily. My body slipped down the wall and I impaled myself on his pole, fuck he was in so deep. We just stayed that way for a while as my body got used to his length and girth. Craig pushed up into me and we started to fuck. I grunted with every thrust; our animalistic moans and groans became part of the soundscape like the sounds of the coqui frogs in the Hawaiian night. I felt so freaking alive at that moment! Craig was deep inside me, almost part of me. in a place where anyone could see or hear. My body was dependent on him, he was physically holding me up against that hard, wet, tile wall; but it was all so perfect. So, fucking perfect. I was exactly where I wanted … no, needed to be. With Craig.
My arms and legs wrapped tighter around Craig as he fucked in and out of me harder and faster. I begged for more; my words traveled directly from my mouth into his. It was like we were fused together as one and it felt so natural; so right. Craig kept pumping in and out, he was hitting this spot in my ass… it was like a pleasure button or something. Every powerful thrust shot waves of unadulterated ecstasy through my body, I completely gave into it. My cock was wedged between us, it was almost like his abs and mine were working together to jack me of… it worked. Suddenly I hit the point of no return and shot my load between us, it jettisoned out of me and hit us both in the face several times. I had never had such an intense orgasm in my life! It was kind of sad, because frankly I doubted we would ever outdo it.
Craig continued to pump in and out of me after I shot my load, licking the remnants of my ball juice off me as he did. His balls were slapping against my ass, and my back was making this sound, almost like a fart noise as he broke the suction and pulled me off the wall; he held me up as we fucked. Then, with a yell that echoed through the steam room, and a final power-thrust, he shot his load deep into my guts; I swear I could taste it! Fuck. Me. Is the best way I can describe it. Just. Fuck. Me. He lifted me off his cock, then stood me on the wet, tile floor. My legs were noodles and Craig carefully sat me on the big tile bench, then he jump up and sat behind me with his legs spread. I leaned back against his taut chest and felt his deflating manhood resting in my ass crack. We just sat like that in the hot steam room for a while recovering from the best fuck of my young life. The rest of the world ceased to exist, I gotta admit, it felt strange to relax just for the sake of relaxing. I felt, well, like an adult, I guess.
After we caught our breath, we went up to our room, showered, and got dressed for the luau. Then we went down to the beach to meet Auggie and Brent. We barely said hello when Auggie asked with a grin, “so, how was the steam room?” My face turned redder than the red anthuriums accenting the hotel landscape. I turned to look at Craig who had the same expression on his face.
“We went in there after you guys left” Brent said with a smirk, “and got a show that wasn’t on our itinerary.”
“You watched us?” I asked in horror. The two guys just laughed.
“Not really, but shit, it’s not like we could miss it” Auggie chuckled. “But we didn’t stay” he added.
“Very long” Brent chimed in with laughter. “Seriously, we were just there for a split second… we actually went in there to do the same thing.”
“But you guys fucked up that plan up” Auggie added with another chuckle, “so we ended up doing it in the sauna instead.” After the initial embarrassment, we all laughed about it, then they guys told us all about the different places they had “done it” on their vacations. Oh my god, they had guts! Our conversation made the walk go by fast, and before we knew it, we were standing at the reservations desk for the luau. We were greeted with enthusiasm and we all got lei-ed (the flowers around my neck were beautiful, but my first lay of the day was so much hotter). Our seats were in the front row, and they set exotic drink served in pineapples and coconuts on the table before we could even open. Then the food came out… okay, Craig geeked out on the plant life at the top of Haleakalā, and I was geeking out on the amazing food. Kalua pig, Lomi Lomi Salmon, poi… so many new, unique things with spices I had never experimented with before. I asked the waitress so many questions that eventually she sent the head chef out to talk to me. The guy humored me and told me all about Hawaiian spices, authentic native foods, and even the cultural traditions behind some of them he even invited me into his kitchen. The venue was very native, and mostly outdoors, but the kitchen was top notch, professional from top to bottom with a team that was just so perfectly in sync. I know I was on vacation and supposed to be out there with my husband enjoying the luau experience… but this was fun to me, watching a well-oiled kitchen team creating unique, exotic dishes one after the other. The chef let me help him as he perfectly seasoned and supervised every dish until each was cooked to perfection. I admired his attention to detail and reveled in his expertise. I could have stayed there all night just watching him, but eventually he kicked me out to go enjoy the show as the guest I was.
I got back to my seat just in time for the show. The burning torches, the high energy beat of the drums, the perfect bodies shimmying in perfect rhythm and harmony was stunning. All the dancers knew how to work the crowd, especially the two hot muscled Hawaiians who spotted the four of us, two gay couples holding hands, and decided to give us a show. They moved to a platform right in front of us, shaking their grass-skirt covered muscle butts. They were so close that we could see straight up their skirts to the curves of their perfect asses. This was not a coincidence or a mistake, it was a deliberate, strategic power (butt) move for tips. It worked! After the show the dancers mingled with the guests and collected tips, we were the first stop for the two muscled-butted natives. Their smiles and hard bodies captivated the four of us and each of us tucked a twenty in their skirts. The two men, Iokua (Joshua) and Iakopa (Jacob) welcomed us to the island with smiles and hugs. They were obviously gay and didn’t waste any time telling us so. Apparently, they didn’t get a lot of gay couples and we apparently stood out from the crowd. We asked them about the gay scene on the island, apparently, we were already staying at the gayest place on the Island. The two knew all about The Resort and had both been there several times. We talked about other gay friendly places to hit, the two guys ended up taking us out on the town after the Luau, they turned out to be great gay tour guides and we all had a great time.
The next day we boarded a boat with Auggie and Brent at Ka’anapali Beach and headed out into the clear blue water. Before long, Craig and I had ascended, side by side, about 1,000 feet into the sky. I had never even considered something like parasailing, but it was awe-inspiring, and the bird’s-eye view of the Island was indescribable.
Auggie and Brent became a big part of our honeymoon and us theirs. We spent the rest of our trip exploring the island together. If me and Craig weren’t fuc… um making love, we were hanging out with Brent and Auggie. Our last night there, the four of us brought a couple of bottles of champagne down to the beach to watch the sunset and toast our new friendship. It seemed fitting that since our friendship started with a Hawaiian sunrise, that we end our vacation together with a Hawaiian sunset.
The next morning, we got up early and flew back to North Carolina. Auggie and Brent were on the same flight as us (it was a coincidence, but it’s not like there were all that many flight options). The four of us said goodbye at the Raleigh airport and made plans to get together in the future. Our honeymoon was spectacular, making a “couple” friend that only lived a couple of hours away was the icing on the cake.
The ride from the Raleigh airport back to Wilmington seemed to take forever. I was so ready to be home. Finally, after what seemed like hours upon hours, the GTI turned into the long gravel drive. I was still in disbelief that after all the hell we had been through we found each other and were starting an amazing live together. We got out of the car, grabbed our bags, and carried them onto the porch.
Craig put the key in the door, lifted me off my feet, and carried me over the threshold. We were home.
To be continued…
