We arrived in the sumptuous lobby of the hotel attached to the condo tower where we were staying and saw our dinner and “dessert” companion already there. Daniel Sung was a tall lanky-muscled exotically handsome twenty-something Asian flight attendant who’d caught us renewing our Mile-High Club membership on the long connecting flight from Dallas to Honolulu. He’d also noticed later in the flight when my husband had come around and sat on my lay-flat seat and had jacked me off. Not sure which made Daniel offer himself to us; he gave me his card after the jack-off caper but he was quite “friendly” after the lavatory incident earlier.
Daniel had looked good enough to eat in his flight attendant uniform; he’d obviously had the shirt tailored to hug the contour of his v-shaped upper body and the sleeves were tight across impressive biceps. But the flight attendant was magnificent in a shorter-than-short-sleeved white polo that showed every one of his 16 abs and similarly form-fitting stylishly short-inseam stretch black jeans showing-off a perfectly-sized bubble butt and long muscular thighs. Even his slip-in checker-board black and white Vans looked sexy.
Kent whistled low for just us. “Can we postpone dinner?” he asked me.
“Fast food; compromise!” I came up with.
As we crossed the lobby and neared he turned from the view of the ocean and immediately grinned wide at us. Gleaming white perfect teeth on this young man who was likely younger than both my son and daughter; old enough to fuck him senseless, use both of his holes, and leave them swollen and sore for days.
“Man you two look good enough to eat! Sure we want to waste time with dinner?”
Kent and I laughed. “Once we saw you from way back there,” I told him as we did a quick very bro-ish hug, “we said maybe we cut to fast food to speed-up the process.”
As he and Kent exchanged the same bro-hug he faced me over Kent’s shoulder and said, “I can be fast food!” in an absurdly seductive voice.
Kent spoke. “We’re starved Daniel. And you said in your text … “
Daniel cut him off. “I’m famished too. For once my libido will have to take a back seat. And we’ll be safe preparation-wise; there’s nothing else in my system because I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I really wanted to get laid; so I didn’t want anything … you know.”
“I can’t decide if we should fuck you first or feed you first,” Kent deadpanned.
Daniel showed a sly grin. “I promise if we eat first I’ll use all that energy so you see that your wait was worth it.”
“Come on,” the dad in me took over. “Let’s get our sexy young friend some sustenance.”
We had an excellent dinner; the conversation was great and flowed easily, the food and service bettered our expectations, and the sexual tension was high. Daniel was flirty but not slutty; I’m uncertain whether I wished he’d been more of the latter but I know it surprised me that he wasn’t.
I’d eaten very judiciously despite being ravenous because I didn’t want to feel it when we played; Kent had done the same despite the amazing yet very healthy food they served us. Daniel ate like a man who’d been starving; and when we offered him the remainders of our annual portions he said, “Oh, thanks, I’d love to taste … “ and cleared each of our plates. When there was nothing left to eat we expected him to eagerly go for dessert. Instead he declined and said with a grin we were becoming used to and a gesture to his clearly ripped torso, “I draw the line at refined sugar and yeast. This bod isn’t magic.” Later I might disagree with him on the latter.
We found ourselves alone in the elevator and Daniel brazenly placed himself against each of us and felt each of us up. One of us in each hand he looked us in the eye in turn and said, “Damn I bet I’ll be sore tomorrow morning when I take my …run!” We left the elevator chuckling.
In the condo he remarked on the view and the balance of luxury and comfort; we’d told him over dinner about our friends and benefactors. Daniel was hard in his tight jeans and made no move to hide it nor to flaunt it despite his obviously noteworthy endowment. “Fuck me on that … outdoor part?” he asked with a gleam in his eyes looking at the vast space beyond the open wall where the doors to the terrace were all folded back.
We all went outside. It was easily 75° and as usual there was a strong breeze off the ocean when standing near the edge. Daniel’s thick black hair waved in the wind and his shirt was blown even tighter against his sculpted upper body. I reached out and relieved him of said shirt and enjoyed the glow of his skin in the crescent moon-light. Kent came behind him and wrapped his thick corded arms around him and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then he slipped his hands lower inside an Andrew Christian jock-strap and brought out Daniel’s uncut fat-headed dick and medium-large smooth balls.
“Mmmmmmm,” Daniel sighed and leaned back against Kent obviously enjoying the attention.
“Nice,” I murmured enjoying the continuing reveal.
Daniel reached out to me and pulled me against him so that he was sandwiched between us. “Yeah,” he sighed this time and let his hands drift to my ass. Very softly he asked, “How many hundred squats do you do to keep this ass?”
Kent guffawed and jarred all of us. “The fucker does NONE,” he answered. “I work HARD to keep my rear end looking good and my husband’s ass is literally a perpetual photo shoot with no effort whatsoever!”
“I can’t wait to hold onto this beefcake peach butt while you core me out stud,” Daniel said in a low determined voice.
I kissed my husband over the shoulder of our evening’s entertainment. “And you mister will pay for your lies,” I teased him. “I squat regularly and vigorously on your big hard pole and you know it. And you also know that I clench my glutes hard in any position when you’re railing me.”
Daniel exclaimed, “HAWT AS FUCK!” and rubbed my ass as Kent threw his head back and laughed into the Waikiki breeze.
“I do know that; I know it like I know that you’re my home and my love.” Kent’s hands were now one in front and one down the back of Daniel’s jeans and the boy was moaning more feverishly. But Kent’s eyes were locked on mine and I felt the intensity of his intent in his gaze.
Daniel was shaking and I could feel Kent stroking his dick and fingering his hole. The flight attendant’s muscles undulated as he weighed and moaned plaintively. Then he burst out, “Did anyone want to fuck me? PLEASE?”
Kent very calmly said, “Get those clothes off and show us you want it.”
The boy was naked in a flash; one of his shoes so aggressively discarded that the force when it hit the terrace railing made me wonder if it would bounce through and tumble to the beach-walk below. He scrambled onto the closest lounge, pulled his legs high and spread wide holding his ankles, his hairless pink hole winking at us. “Am I making myself clear?” he asked with a smirk.
Kent and I chuckled and got out of our clothes. Both of us were hard and ready to enjoy all the pleasures our young muscle-boy had to offer. So very lean and ripped but smooth as silk; his skin the tone of a very accomplished sun-tan but we knew it was natural and complemented his thick black hair and dark eyes. His dick was fat and big and drooling on his lower abs; his balls looked as heavy as he’d described his need.
“Flip for his cunt?” Kent offered me. “Or you go first and get him ready for me. I’ll give his mouth a try.”
“There’s no try about it! I give the best head in the friendly skies,” he said cockily and licked his lips lewdly.
Kent put him to proving that while I got down and tasted his hole. Fresh under some more recent musk; one of the premium states for a hole about to be fucked. I heard him slurping on Kent’s mammoth fuck-pole as I slurped loudly; Daniel moaned and exclaimed appreciation when he took breaks from Kent.
Finally I was ready. I smeared the pre I’d produced all over my head and foreskin and then on his sopping-wet hole. “Oh fuck yes!” he groaned when I pushed into his pucker.
It took some force against surprising resistance and me finally saying, “Open!” forcefully. He did and the force took me in more than half-way which made him howl and left him sucking breath and panting. “OH GOD YOU’RE BIG!”
What man doesn’t want to hear that? “Too big for you?” I taunted him knowing I wasn’t.
“Just give me a minute,” he panted. And then with a devil’s grin he said, “Or don’t and just do what you want.”
Something inside me snapped and I thrust until my pubic bone slammed into his and I didn’t stop there. As Daniel’s hot hole gripped me and he yelped and groaned I pulled out and plunged in again and again. He was back to being skull-fucked by my husband who rested one knee on the lounge and drove into the boy like a sword swallower.
At some point in my railing of him Daniel let his long legs fall onto my shoulders and he gripped my butt with both hands; he pulled as I thrusted and made to challenge my withdrawals. At one brief interlude when he wasn’t throat-full of Kent’s dick he said, “Fuck dudes can we just do this for fuckin’ ever?” And then he came and sprayed an amazing amount of his seed up his torso, on his face and Kent’s dick and balls and groin, and over his head.
Daniel’s strangled moans and cries apparently worked magic on Kent’s dick; and his pulsating hole muscles pulled me into a hard climax.
“Yeah fucker suck me dry!” Kent said with some fever.
“Ahhhhh fuck I’m so close, I growled moments away.
“Cum with me hon,” Kent urged. “Cummmm nowwwwwww!”
We both did and Daniel writhed and groaned as our loads filled his insides from opposite directions. As Kent was in the throes I reached for and grabbed his balls and squeezed the rest out of him; that earned me a loud howl and panting as he blasted out some more.
Kent finally pulled free of Daniel’s throat and mouth and stood; his dick drooled phlegm and cum-dregs on Daniel’s shoulder as the boy threw his head back and yelled into the ocean breeze, “FUCK! I needed that!”
I was still deep inside him and began to withdraw; his hole gripped me tight as I wrenched every inch free of him. He laughed. “What’s so funny?” I asked.
“That I can still work things after you destroyed my man-cunt.”
“Hopefully there’s some left for me,” Kent said.
“Dude it feels like I ate a second dinner as much as you shot. Do you really have another in you? FUCK!” he hissed as my still-engorged head popped free of his clenched ring.
Kent’s dick was about three-quarters hard and I grabbed it and waved it. “What do you think?” I asked. Daniel looked at it as if he was mesmerized. “Thinking about it?” I prompted him when he remained silent.
Daniel’s eyes snapped in my direction and looked dead serious. “Trying to keep from spontaneously cumming; this is SO what I need and SO beyond what I expected.”
“Glad for you. It’s pretty okay for us too,” I teased him.
Daniel laughed and slapped my chest. Then he let his hand rub over my racing stripe slowly and with his face having gone serious again. He looked up at me again. “Seems like that was pretty bad. I’ve seen heart surgery scars on guys but never like yours. But from the way you dicked me down there’s obviously no problem with you.”
“Or I just want to go out with a bang. Literally.” Daniel’s face registered alarm and I laughed. “Kidding.”
He smacked my chest again and laughed.
“You want a second dicking or what?” Kent asked.
“Please,” Daniel said and took Kent’s massive hard-on from me. He wrapped his fist around it. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he murmured
“That’s the general idea, Kent reminded him. “Get on all fours.” As Daniel scrambled to get into position Kent had another idea. “Wait!” he commanded and Daniel stopped cold. “On your back … and Al will ride your tongue.”
Daniel flopped onto his back and eagerly said, “Fuck yes!”
“Sit on his face hon,” Kent commanded me as he pushed the flight attendant’s knees back to his chest.
I obediently climbed aboard and Daniel took hold of my hips and shoved his nose farther into my center. “Fuuuuuuck! You smell fucking goooood!” I’d worked-up a sweat with him already; I would bet my hole was musky with sweat and juices as I was damn aroused.
And just like that Daniel’s tongue was inside me and lapping and circling inside as I felt the frissons of pleasure radiate from my hole.
I felt it when Kent shoved inside him; Daniel jolted and shouted into my butt-crack. His clench on my hips tightened as his body tensed beneath me. And the pounding Kent started with was enough to cause me to feel unsteady.
Still Daniel sucked my ass like a Hoover and alternated tongue-fucking me and tonguing my chute to the point I was rock-hard, dripping, and panting. My balls dangled on his neck and knocked his chin as I gyrated on his face desperate to have his flicking tongue deeper inside me.
Kent surprised me by jerking my left arm up and leaning forward with his face in my right arm-pit. He huffed and groaned and huffed and licked and then moaned; all while he pounded Daniel’s hole. He pulled back still huffing and drilling and let out a howl into the Waikiki trade-winds. Then he pulled my neck to him and kissed me roughly … and for some time. Between the stimulation to my hole and balls and mouth and neck and the aroma of my sweat on my husband’s face I completely lost my nutt and blasted all over Kent and Daniel’s long legs and rained it down onto his groin.
“FUCK you’re a stud hon!” My husband praised as we both inhaled my pungent cum. That praise along prolonged my throes and when he went back to kissing me I nearly fell into a heap of nerve endings and spiraling endorphins.
Kent released me and grabbed Daniel’s ankles and began grunting hard with every savage thrust into him. I decided to dis-mount but Daniel had other ideas. As he took a brutal pounding and shoved his groin into each thrust, Daniel caught my flagging dick and pulled it to his mouth. My sensitive head was enveloped by the boy’s hot mouth and manic tongue as he held my thigh fast so I could not make good my escape. I was soon squeaking like a girl. “Jesus fuck! You’re making me … FUCK!” I protested.
His tongue swirled, my head spun, and Kent pounded and swore until he finally said, “You ready for another fill?”
Daniel let my dick slip from his mouth to answer and I stumbled side-ways off the lounge. “Give me every fuckin’ drop!” the boy commanded.
Kent snarled and pounded him so hard I briefly thought he might have whip-lash! But soon enough Kent howled loud and long out into the Pacific breeze and pumped his seed into Daniel’s guts.
“FUCK YEAH! I feel it. SO fuckin’ big and hard. Fuck you’re tearing me apart and burning my pussy!”
My husband grunted through the dregs of his release and finally stopped his thrusts panting and sweating over our guest. He looked up, met my eyes, and then broke into a grin. “He’s a helluva hole isn’t he?”
I grinned back and eased off the boy’s face. As Kent and I climbed off the fuck-boy he was panting too. I sat on the edge of the lounge and took Kent’s slimy dick into my mouth; goddamn he and Daniel and I tasted good all mixed on that big turgid dick of my husband’s.
“If I he does say so himself yes he is!” Daniel answered Kent’s rhetorical question. I laughed around Kent’s dick and Kent broke away and pulled me up and into a hug. “Can a hole get in on that?”
We put out our arms and welcomed Daniel into a naked hug in the chilly breeze on our sweaty skin. And we looked out at the lights of Waikiki. Not bad. Not bad at all.
