Later that afternoon we’d tried our hands at surfing; without much success. The hotel part of the complex building had a sexy-as-fuck surf instructor on the beach and we decided to give it a go. The surf instructor was good; we just weren’t. He was clearly bi based on the attentiveness he paid to the attractive woman who had the lesson before ours and then based on his attentiveness to us. When we were out about to make yet another pathetic attempt I just came out with it. “Lance let’s cut to the chase; are we wasting our time with this sport we’re clearly terrible at but are going to bomb getting you naked too?”
He roared with laughter just as a wave presented. But again despite his very good coaching we were plopped off our boards into the water and Lance was aborting his skilled ride to assist us. When he got back to us he gave my shoulder a squeeze. “I have a second job at night but I don’t work Monday nights. If that works for you I’m in.” For good measure he found my crotch under the waves and gave me a good squeeze with his other hand. “Or more likely you’re IN,” he said with a laugh. “Or were we talking a quickie; a blow-and-go maybe?”
By then Kent had joined us and he said, “Not that we wouldn’t mind a blow-and-go today for a preview but something a bit more … substantive Monday night would be great.”
Lance had miles-wide-shoulders, was smooth-skinned and tanned, and tightly muscled. He smiled and said, “I could do with giving my throat some exercise this afternoon.”
We cut the surf lesson short and headed to the surf shack. He led us through to the equipment room loudly narrating that he was taking us to look at the selection of boards the hotel rents; was it my imagination or did the hotel’s beach equipment guy smirk? Inside the room of racked surf-boards and masses of other beach equipment he took us through an interior door into a repair shop. “Nobody works repairs on the weekend,” he said and locked the door behind him. “Who’s first?” he asked.
Kent whipped his hardening dick out before I did.
“Holy shit man I thought your partner was big!”
“Husband,” Kent said dryly. “He’s my husband. When’s your next lesson?”
“You had over a half-hour left on your ninety minutes you paid-for. I’ll be refunding that by the way,” he added sinking to his knees and taking Kent’s dick in.”
”No need,” Kent told him which caused me to cringe; I don’t part with money easily. And that won’t be the only big tip you get from us.”
I got my own dick out and languidly stroked it while I watched my husband take hold of Lance’s thick sun-bleached curly dark hair and skull-fuck him. Lance took every inch and made it look easy. He also had his own nice-looking hard dick out stroking while he moaned and gulped occasionally.
i enjoyed my husband’s monster dick being worshipped. I fought the urge to critique with the minor things I noticed that I do better. Kent is a slow cummer from oral; UNLESS there’s very aggressive ball-play involved. Harry the surf stud’s mouth was top-tier; but his ball-game was lacking. Thus I had plenty of time to maintain eye contact with my husband and stroke my throbbing hard-on; Lance soldiered on with emphatic moans and apparent gusto..
All at once after at least ten and probably fifteen minutes at the point I was becoming bored of watching them (I wasn’t really; not at all) Kent pushed him off with a loud grunt. “Not yet. Suck my husband.”
Lance didn’t protest. He seized my dick from my grasp and enveloped it with a very skilled mouth; maybe I imagined it but more appreciative moans than he’d let loose with Kent.
“He’s damn good,” Kent said to me with a wink as he stretched. The sight of all his muscles flexing and rolling almost made me shoot! Or was it the baseball-bat swinging from his crotch?
“FUCK! Let me enjoy this cock-sucker hon. You keep doing that and I’ll nut right now.”
Kent laughed and kissed me quickly. Then he settled on the raised bench and grinned as he watched Lance go to work for real on my throbbing dick. Kent’s knees were wide, he was propped back on his hands, and his huge fuck-rod jutted up like a pillar. Not helping me prolong the blow-job. And Kent’s intense eye contact was going straight to my aching balls.
The surf pro showed he was a cock-sucking pro too. He worked my long fat dick up and down, all over, and he massaged my head by humming and swallowing after he’d popped me into his throat. “Fuck he really is damn good,” I panted.
“Don’t hold back hon,” Kent encouraged me. “I wanna see him choke on your thick load.
He didn’t have to tell me twice because Lance had found my balls, had noticed how intensely I reacted, and was sucking me hard and working my balls harder than he had Kent’s as I sky-rocketed toward an epic blast.
“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK,” was all I could seem to say. I literally had no control as he sucked me over the edge and squeezed my balls the way it makes me crazy.
“Fuckin’ take it!” I shouted.
“Fuck yeah that’s it,” Kent roared.
Lance gulped and choked and kept on at it as I shouted and shot and spasmed as he continued working it out of me.
“Fuck bro,” Lance gasped when he pulled off me. “Dude that load was epic!”
I stumbled back to another beach as Lance scrambled over and stood and bent over my husband’s crotch. I didn’t have the presence of mind to be proud that I could cum again that day and have it be a gusher.
Kent still leaned back on his hands and let Lance do the work this time like I had. Lance bobbed purposefully and groaned and hummed. Kent threw his head back at one point and yelled, “FUCK that’s good!” And that was when Kent took Lance’s pretty head in his grip and began slamming him down at rapid pace until Lance was gagging, choking, and groaning when Kent finally held his head mashed into his crotch and grunted through what seemed to be his own gargantuan load.
When Kent finally let Lance up the surfer stumbled backward gasping into me. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty torso and said, “It was like that my first time too.” He was working his jaw as if to check it hadn’t been ruined.
Kent was still catching his breath and cum was still drooling out of his dick and onto the floor from the bench where he remained seated. Lance however finally gasped out, “I. Can. Tell. What. Made. You. Stay,” and laughed and choked when he did.
“Easy man,” I told him and gently released him when he went to stand on his own again.
“If your night job is an escort I bet you make bank,” Kent laughed.
“I did that in college,” the surfer said as if he was describing TA’ing and surprising me.
“So what is it?”
“I’m an engineer at the power plant. Night shift. That’s my living. This I do for the pussy and dick.”
Kent and I looked at each other and he asked, “Do you even like to surf?”
Lance smiled wide. “Dude I love to surf! But teaching surfing isn’t surfing. But it gets me tons of cock, ass, and pussy.”
“In that order?” I asked him.
“By choice the dudes over the chicks. The chicks are too often married or have boyfriends and get far more demanding than dudes.”
Kent hopped off the bench and got himself adjusted in his jams again. I followed suit and arranged myself in my trunks. “Our boy here didn’t cum,” Kent said with a hungry look.
“The fuck he didn’t,” I said and pointed to a wild spray under the bench.”
Lance looked at his watch and waved his still-out dick. “Seven minutes. I could easily cum again with some help,” he said with a wide smirk.
Who would refuse a surfer poster-stud? Kent and I both got to our knees; I had a bit of schadenfreude when I watched Kent go carefully down more like I had to now. Lance was half-hard again by the time we were passing it back and forth; one of us sucking while the other licked. “Yeah dudes; fuck yeah.” His uncut dick still tasted heavily of his first nut.
When I took his smallish balls in my hand he squeaked, “Fuck dude easy! SO sensitive.”
Oh one of those guys! I released my exceptionally gentle hold and instead rubbed his tight sac so lightly that it would have tickled me.
“OH FUCK here it commmmmmmes,” he howled.
Kent and I both got some of his spray; watery like the first but very strong-tasting. He pushed us off yelping and laughing when Kent licked his still-drooling head. “Too extreme dudes!”
I looked around for something to wipe my face with and grabbed a roll of blue thick paper towels. Handy. I ripped a few and handed a couple to Kent and one to Lance who waved it off and pulled up his jams. “I’ll be back in the water in … “ he looked at his watch again, “about five minutes.”
We left through a back door out of the shop and emerged after a few steps into an empty hallway. Lance put out his big hand and pointed. “That way into the lobby. And remember I’m around Monday night if you want to hang out. Enjoy your stay and please fill-out the survey.” He grinned but didn’t laugh.
He was gone back the way we came and before we headed to the hotel lobby I pulled Kent in for a kiss. The taste of Lance was even stronger in my husband’s mouth. “I’m so glad your cum is only medium-strong and more sweet than savory,” I told him when we stopped.
“Too bad I’m not famous,” he replied as we headed on our way hand in hand and fingers intertwined.
“Why?” I asked him.
“That would make a helluvan autobiography title! Medium-strong and more sweet than savory.”
We emerged into the lobby giggling. When we had our bearings and headed to the condo lobby connector the hotel concierge greeted us as we passed. “Good afternoon Sherbournes. How did you enjoy your session with Lance?”
We were laughing too hard to answer and with our free hands each gave a thumbs-up.
We took a nap on the terrace-sized balcony of my former bosses’ sumptuous condo. The breeze in the sky in their nearly-penthouse unit was strong enough to make the heat and sun just right. We lay there naked on a wide lounge like the double we have at home on our lanai but set a timer for an hour in case we underestimated the stronger sun in Hawaii; sunburnt dicks and balls are bad enough but the tops of thighs hurt like a bitch!
When we awoke we were both hard; I said a silent prayer to Priapus as I regularly do for our virility. “Wanna take care of these?” I asked groggily and waved my hard-on toward Kent who’d gotten to his feet.
“God hon always! But right now I need to piss bad.” And off he hurried inside.
I stroked myself lazily and calculated the time at home in Florida. Ten-thirty; no wonder I’m hungry, I thought. I also had another thought.
I picked-up my phone from under the lounge where I’d put it away from the sun. “Hey Siri. Send a text to to Daniel Sung.” Siri asked me what I wanted to say to him. “Hey sexy. How’s your vacation?” I corrected Siri’s punctuation and told him to send.
Within a few moments a long text appeared. From Daniel: Tbh terrible. So far two aborted Grindr hookups and two no shoe Sniffies. My wrist was hoping for a vacation too for fuck sake.
I cringed at the un-corrected typo and forced myself to get past it. From me to Daniel: If your wrist isn’t too sore to eat why don’t you join us for dinner tonight?
From Daniel: I’d rather be dinner.
I was laughing when Kent returned. Sadly his beautiful huge dick was floppy soft again; still magnificent and definitely beautiful but no longer jutting out determinedly. “What did I miss?” he asked flopping down next to me.
I showed him the text string. “That slut,” he said laughing too.
“More than the hiker or the surfing instructor?” I asked with a smirk.
“You make a point. We might have reached the promised land.”
We both laughed until my watch pinged that I’d received a text.
From Daniel: Sorry if I’m too crass. I’d really enjoy having dinner with you two men. I’m actually pretty hungry. What time?
I Siri’d back asking him how fast he could get to us and dropped a pin.
From Daniel: Whoa men; high rent!
Kent Siri’d that response: You’re our guest, Daniel.
Yes he even added the comma!
From Daniel: Wasn’t scammin for that but now I won’t have to settle for a dinner salad and bread! 😋 Is a half hour okay?
I sent back that we’d see him about six-fifteen and Kent used the phone on the terrace bar to call down for a reservation.
Then I Siri’d another text to Daniel: And not to worry; you’re our dessert.
Daniel’s response came about fifteen minutes later: That’s why I’m just making sure I’m squeaky clean! 😈
As we went into the terrace shower I told Kent, “OH I just had a thought. WE’RE the sluts! A hiker, a surfer, and now a flight attendant! In one day!”
We both laughed as we lathered each other and I again said a silent prayer; this time to the universe for our great life.
