The blond gasped out loud and worked his hips harder as Hector parted his muscular, soft-furred thighs with his knee. And then Hector’s head was being thrust blindly into the warm, sweat-moistened grip of Barry’s crotch.
“Oh hell! Oh fuck, Hector!” Barry cried. “Suck it. Suck my cock! I need it bad, man! Suck my cock!”
But Hector, a bit sadistically, continued to tease him. His insidious tongue explored Barry’s thick perineum muscle, tickling it with its wet tip, before the tongue-tip flicked tantalizingly over his anal crack, and then poked at the two huge balls that trembled helplessly within the confines of their taut-stretched, swollen scrotal sac.
Hector kissed both nuts passionately. The pressure of another man’s lips against his balls was something he was sure Barry had never experienced before. The guys he had told Hector about, who had gone down on him in a drunken stupor, had no doubt concentrated exclusively and sloppily on his cock. Hector would show Barry what a real blow job was like. It involved making love not only to the other guy’s cock, but to his testicles and indeed the whole of his genital area. And so Hector nuzzled the blond-furred spheres, rubbing them back and forth across his face, before he sucked them inside his mouth. Barry inhaled sharply. Hector compressed them tightly, rolling them around in a bath of saliva.
Barry sat up a bit, dug his fingers into Hector’s hair, and pushed the other guy’s head down even harder against his crotch, encouraging him to work on his balls some more. Not that Hector needed any such encouragement, in his own state of acute arousal.
Barry’s erect prick, neglected and apparently impatient with lust, was rubbing ever more insistently over Hector’s cheek as he sucked on the blond’s balls and tickled them with his stimulating tongue.
Hector would’ve been content to let this go on all night. He was savoring the delicious sensation of tasting and stimulating Barry. It was one of the great pleasures of performing oral sex on another man.
But a sexual veteran like Hector had several surprises in his repertory, waiting to be sprung on an unsuspecting partner. Hector resorted to one of his tricks now. Barry let out a quick, strangulated shriek of obvious disappointment and protest when Hector suddenly released his nuts. But the shriek turned into a wild, loud moan of lustful satisfaction when Hector repositioned his head, and then went down on him, taking all of Barry’s thick cockhead and half the pulsating, blood-engorged shaft below it deep into his greedy mouth in one fast gulp.
Hector’s lips sealed themselves tightly around Barry’s shaft, right at the especially sensitive flange where the head swelled out from the column it was set upon, and the Marine almost shot his load even before Hector actually began to suck him. Sobbing, he threw his bead back against the rug. His body quivered against Hector’s. Sucking slowly and cautiously at first, in order to avoid coaxing a premature ejaculation out of Barry’s swollen balls, Hector gave Barry a chance to relax into the blow job and get accustomed to the wet, slippery pressure on his cock, before Hector sped up his mouth movements and really got going on his dick.
Had Hector been in any position to ask Barry whether he liked what was being done to him, he knew the answer would have been an emphatic affirmative. But of course Hector couldn’t talk at the moment, not with his mouth full of potent young Marine cock. And, in any event, Hector didn’t need any verbal reassurance, for the time being. Barry’s responses to his efforts told him everything he needed to know. The blond’s frantic intakes and exhalations of breath, the sweat breaking out all over his body, and the way he squirmed about restlessly as he jerked his pelvis to pump his prick in and out of Hector’s mouth—all of this was eloquent enough.
* * * *
And, had Barry been capable of coherent speech at the moment, he might have told Hactor just how excited he was—and how grateful he was to Hector, for making him feel this way.
Barry had never known the full implications of that casually used term, cocksucker, before now. Hector wasn’t simply sucking his cock. He was making love to it. Worshipping it. Treating Barry’s agonizingly swollen erection as though it was the most precious object in the world.
The husky stud was doing an incredible variety of things to the thick young meat he had trapped inside his mouth. Each new method of attack seemed to be more effective, more exciting, than its immediate predecessor, and Barry realized just how little he really knew about man-to-man lovemaking. The drunken blow jobs Barry had been on the receiving end of, previously, had been pretty damn exciting, as far as he was concerned, although until now he’d been reluctant to admit, even to himself, just how much he’d enjoyed them. But now, with Hector’s mouth working on his dick, making impassioned love to it, Barry realized that those previous encounters had been no more than getting his rocks off. This was different, a whole new level of sexuality.
All of his past erotic experiences paled into insignificance compared to this. It was almost too much, too good. It was intolerably arousing, what Hector’s mouth was doing to him. But he didn’t want it to end. Not now that they’d started. Not ever.
He could no longer distinguish the sensations produced by Hector’s incessantly sucking, sliding lips from those that resulted from the expert action of the sexy gay guy’s tongue and lightly nipping teeth. It was all one blur of uninterrupted arousal. That faint, tremulous, helpless tingling in his cock and lower torso, in his groin, intensified. It was the familiar feeling that usually warned Barry that he was about to come. Now, it had spread over his entire body. And yet he didn’t come.
Instead of simply leading directly to an explosive release of sperm, as it usually did, the tension just seemed to build and build, to incredible levels, without resolving itself in ejaculation. Barry wanted to come. Hell, he knew he had to come. But somehow he couldn’t. It was agony. Exquisite sexual agony.
He was finally reduced to helpless, near-hysterical pleading. He heard himself begging frantically for Hector to either stop teasing him, and let him come, or to stop sucking on him altogether until his cock could calm down a bit.
“Show me some fucking mercy, you hot-mouthed son of a bitch! Come on. Oh please, Hector, suck it, let me fucking shoot. No more, I can’t take any more of this. Don’t tease me anymore, I just have to get my fucking nuts off! Man, my balls’re aching, they’re going to goddamn explode unless I come! Suck it off. Let me come, let me blast! Oh please! I’ll do anything you want, anything, if only you’ll let me fucking come now. Right now, before I can’t stand it anymore. Now! Ohhh!”
Barry was lost in the pleasure that now ravaged his body. Oblivious to all else, he could feel only the mad rush toward orgasm in his loins. And all he could think about was how good it felt, and how desperate he was to come.
* * * *
But his more experienced partner had long ago learned how to balance his own arousal, no matter how intense, with some measure of self-control.
Hector knew that he’d succeeded not only in seducing Barry, but in breaking down the last of his defenses. A gloating sense of accomplishment acted like a spur to Hector’s own lust, urging him on to ever more energetic efforts.
Hector’s ears were ringing from the blood that had rushed to his head as he sucked away at the other guy’s sweet, juicy cock. Nevertheless, he heard and understood Barry’s hoarse, breathless cries and pleas. He wanted to take Barry’s come in his mouth and taste it, swallow it, just as much as the guy he was blowing wanted to give it to him. But Hector couldn’t resist turning the screw just a bit tighter, knowing that yet another slight delay could only increase Barry’s pleasure when he finally did let him come in his mouth.
He pulled his lips completely away from Barry’s cock, but grasped it in his hand and rubbed its bloated head back and forth over his face. He noted with satisfaction that Barry was leaking semen, which streaked across Hector’s cheek and chin in a thin, sticky rope.
“You want to come in my mouth, huh?” he taunted Barry. “You want me to suck you off, and swallow it?”
“Yes! H
“If you want it, you’re going to have to earn it. You’re going to have to fuck my face, Marine. Come on, get a little rough with me. Make me suck it, if you think you’re man enough. Just pretend my mouth is a hot, wet juicy cunt and you can’t get your dick in it deep enough, or fuck it hard enough!”
“Okay, you prick teasing son of a bitch! You asked for it!”
Barry seized Hector by both of his ears, his thumbs and forefingers, securing a tight grip on the jewelry that extended the lobes. Holding Hector’s face immobile in front of his groin, the Marine blindly lunged forward, forcing his cockhead between Hector’s open, panting lips and driving it fully inside his mouth.
Fucker! Hector wanted to yell, as his salivating mouth was stuffed with aggressive male meat. Big stud fucker, raping my mouth! Yeah! Fuck my face, fuck my throat!
“All the way,” Barry growled, as though he could read his cocksucker’s thoughts. “Get all the way down on it. Choke on it, if you have to. But you’d better suck. You’d better suck it off, this time! I’m done playing around with you. I’m going to give you my load!”
Hector now had little choice in the matter, not that he was harboring the slightest desire to desist in his oral exertions, or to be spared this abuse of his mouth and throat. He kept on blowing Barry nonstop, for nearly a full minute of sheer torture for Barry, of raw excitement for Hector. And then, only then, unexpectedly, Hector stopped sucking altogether, and gagged a little, although he kept Barry’s prick in his mouth, clamping his lips down hard around the base of the bulky cylinder that throbbed so violently against them he was afraid it might burst. Literally.
Barry struggled and whimpered and cursed, and made frantic humping movements with his powerful hips and thighs, fucking Hector’s mouth in a desperate effort to get the friction going again. Hector nearly choked on his prick as an involuntary laugh welled up in his throat. He had this tough guy exactly where he wanted him.
Then he attacked that tormented meat again, without warning, without mercy, taking a deep, quick breath through his nostrils before he let every inch of Barry’s dick slide down into his mouth and his throat.
The blond stud heaved his body violently up from the floor, letting out a blood-curdling howl as a truly viselike pressure gripped his cock. Hector dug his fingers into Barry’s hips and buttocks and held on to them for dear life, while he deep-throated the boy with all the expertise at his command.
But only four or five strokes of his mouth were needed to push Barry past the point of no return. Barry collapsed again, sobbing hysterically with relief. In the same instant, with a savage, gloating pride at having brought the humpy number off this way, Hector felt the thick cock he’d gulped down swell within his throat, cutting off his air supply completely for a moment. And then Barry’s cock burst, firing a veritable tidal wave of sweet young stud fuck juice down Hector’s gullet, all but drowning him in hot come.
Hector felt dizzy as he finally pulled his lips free from Barry’s cock, giving its semen-sticky head a final, loving swab with his tongue. He felt intoxicated. Not from the beer or the pot he’d consumed before they’d started fooling around together. The taste of Barry’s come inside his mouth, the triumph he felt at having so successfully seduced the hot young Marine, was as potent a drug as Hector had ever ingested.
Chapter Four
As the plane began its descent, all that Hernan and Graham could see from the window, at first, was a seemingly endless expanse of ocean. At last, though, one of the Virgin Islands came into view.
“We’ll be there soon,” Hernan said. “Do you feel different? Now that you’re married, I mean?”
“I do, but maybe not quite in the way I’d expected. No offense, Hernan, but I don’t feel particularly excited. Almost the exact opposite. There’s this sort of a feeling of total calm. As though this is the way things were always meant to be.”
Hernan smiled at his spouse. “Well, I may be able to stir up some excitement, before this trip’s over.”
“I’m counting on it. Just because I’m firmly in vacation mode at the moment doesn’t mean I want to spend my honeymoon with no stimulation whatsoever.”
“I hope this place we’re going to be staying at lives up to all the advance hype. When I talked to the manager on the phone to reserve our room, I told him we wanted three things – privacy, privacy, and privacy. Oh, I’m sure we can accommodate you gentlemen, the guy promised me.”
“Well, if we decide we don’t like it, we can always fly right back home and go for Plan B.”
Plan B, which Graham and Hernan had joked about, consisted of taking one of the fishing boats out and anchoring it somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Then they could spend their entire honeymoon sequestered below decks, making love.
“If some sexy Coast Guardsmen come cruising by to investigate, so much the better,” Graham had quipped.
But, as things turned out, Plan A promised to be more than satisfactory. The manager of the resort was as good as his word. It was a gay-friendly resort, and Graham and Hernan weren’t the first honeymooning or merely vacationing and amorous male couple who’d been put up there. Upon their arrival, they were delighted to discover they’d been given their own small bungalow, on the beachfront and set some distance from its neighbors on either side. They had a huge bed, air conditioning, their own bathroom, and a spectacular view of the ocean, through large plate glass windows. After nightfall, you could turn off the electric lights, if you chose, and substitute thick scented pillar candles in hurricane lamps.
It was late afternoon when they checked in. The Caribbean sun was extremely hot, in a cloudless sky of intense blue.
They both turned to check out the retreating butt of the attractive, smiling young employee who’d carried their bags to the bungalow for them. Even before he’d given them a good look at his ass in his snug-fitting, crisply ironed white shorts, the lad had earned himself a generous tip.
“Married less than twenty-four hours and already cheating on me, I see,” Graham quipped. “In your imagination, at least. I hope that’s as far as it goes.”
“I was just getting my first good look at all the amenities this place has to offer. He’s cute, but he’s a little young for me.” Hernan stretched, and sighed.
“Tired?” Graham asked.
“I thought I was, when we got off the plane and during the ride here,” Hernan confessed. “But now I’m starting to bounce back. This is beautiful. Perfect. Even that hot sun outside feels good. I can’t wait to get in that water.”
“Then let’s not wait. I’ll race you.”
“Oh yeah? For what prize?”
“First one in the water gets to fuck the other one, later on tonight.”
“You’re on!”
Hurriedly, they stripped, ransacked their luggage for swimsuits, pulled them on, and ran outside.
After their swim, giggling like schoolboys, they walked along the beach, before returning to the cabin to look for towels and dry off.
“Who won that race, anyway?” Hernan asked.
“Shit! I was having such a good time I wasn’t paying attention,” his husband said. “And I was kind of looking forward to getting fucked on my wedding night.”
“I’ll fuck you, baby. Any time, not just tonight. Let that be my wedding present to you.”
“And my ass can be my present to you,” Graham suggested.
“You always were the generous type.”
“I believe in giving until it hurts. And then giving some more. How far away do you think the next bungalow is from ours?”
“I’m no judge of distances. Why do you ask?”
“I’m wondering whether our next door neighbors will be able to hear me yelling through the windows, if we keep them closed. Hear me begging for more of your cock, begging you to fuck me harder.”
“Oh God,” Hernan groaned. “Look, I’m starting to get a hard-on, just thinking about it.” They had shed their wet swimsuits, and were rubbing themselves dry with towels, standing near the foot of the neatly made bed.
“You know, we still have a couple of hours before dinner. We could take a nap. Or we could not take a nap. Either way, we could demolish those impeccable hospital corners on that nice big bed.”
“Yeah. We’re paying for it. Let’s mess it up. Big time.”
“Let’s destroy those beautifully laundered sheets.” Graham was already searching in his bag, for a jar of a favorite anal lubricant, which he placed on his nightstand. “I have another wedding present for you, Hernan. I almost forgot about it. Here.” He retrieved a small gift-wrapped object from his bag as well, and handed it to his lover.
“Oh, Graham. You shouldn’t have.”
“Open it. I’d originally intended to give it to you on the plane, so we could talk about it ahead of time, but I guess now is as good a time as any.”
“Talk about what?” Hernan asked, as he unwrapped the gift. It was a box of condoms. He looked quizzically at Graham. “Very appropriate.”
“Open it.”
Hernan did so. The box was empty.
“I thought it was kind of light. I don’t get it. Enlighten me.”
“Remember us talking about being monogamous?” Graham reminded him.
“We have been monogamous. For what, over a year? The last time we got involved in a threesome was great, but we decided we didn’t need other guys in our relationship. Not on a regular basis, anyway. We have each other.”
“Yes, we do. And we also talked about the possibility of not using condoms any more. Not as long as we’re both negative, and we’re only having sex with each other.”
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