Chapter one. The best fifteen minutes of my life
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This story is purely fictional and any resemblance with anyone in real life is coincidental. This story does contain sexual intercourse between two men and if you do not like that or you are too young (under 18, 21 in some states) please leave.
I couldn't, no, okay I guess it was true. It was that one thing that had helped me through many situations. That must have been the reason. There was no other explanation for it.
Sorry, you might be wondering what I am talking about. Let me explain you, but in order to do that I need to tell you about me. I am Alec, and some people say my middle name is lucky, because I am, always lucky. Not just in how my life is going but also how I look. I am lucky in every way, the parts you can see and the parts you can't. I am quite tall, definitely not the shortest with my 6'4", I am muscular, and not just a bit but really muscular, some people think I am a professional body builder. For the rest, I have half-long blond hair, blue eyes and as some people say, a smile to die for. Everywhere I go people stare at me, boys and girls. Bad luck for the girls. I am 100% gay, I never had sex with a woman and I was not planning on it either. I have to admit that when I found out that I was gay, I was 15 years old, I felt that all my luck had disappeared but then I came out and stepped into the life of hardcore sex, and recently found the love of my life. I was, again, lucky. He didn't care if I had sex with another guy and that made me extremely happy, I could never have sex with one guy alone, all the time. There was another place that I was lucky, the one place no one would ever see. My brains. I was smart, very good at languages (I speak 8 languages fluent), and with that brain and the looks I could become what I wanted to be, porn star, model or journalist. I am a journalist, and live in Washington DC. And now I found myself on this nice beach in some random country (I don't even remember the name). I was alone on this vacation, alone for two weeks. Although I was sure I would not stay alone.
The place I was was special. It was an adult beach, but with strange rules. No one was allowed naked; women could be topless but not naked. The dick could not be shown, but it you wanted your ass to be uncovered, you were allowed to. And the maximum covering suit you were allowed to wear was a thong. I was not complaining, I liked my underwear small. I had heard that this beach was a place where a lot of gay guys came and my expectations were high up. As I walked on the beach in my red thong, I noticed a guy in a white thong with a weird thing on the front. I had heard about them. The weird thing, I now saw, was a little pocket with some pieces of paper sticking out of it. This guy would take care that everyone would wear what they had to wear. I laid down on my towel with my muscular ass up. Before I knew I was asleep.
When I awoke again I had apparently turned around in my sleep and I knew that could just do it. I would stay in that position for a while because I would probably get lucky. I realise this now, it was only because of what is in that red thong. I nice, 8 inch cock, when it is not hard. I was so lucky that my cock would be a full 14 inches when hard. That is lucky. I lay there for several more minutes. Then I saw someone coming over. He looked at all the guys on the beach and then he passed me. He analysed my body starting at my face, (a shocked look appeared) and slowly going down to my nice pecs abs and then...the cock. Looking at his face I knew I had him, I just wasn't sure if... and then I whispered "bottom" I looked at me smiled and sat down next to me, smiling. He had understood the hint. I am a bottom, no matter what my looks or dick tell you I prefer to be fucked, but I definitely don't mind to fuck. "What's your name?" He asked me. I looked at him, it was my turn to analyse him. He was toned, brown hair, hazel eyes, very cute, his swimming suit was not as revealing as mine but looking at it, it looked like he had a nice dick too. But what really turned me on was his great British accent. I smiled at him, "Alec" I answered, "and you?" "James" "So, what do want James?" "I need to fuck someone." I didn't say anything, I was too surprised by how straight forward this bent guy was. After a while I said, "You may" He smiled, a very cute smile I have to say. Worth looking at. "Follow me" I said. We got up, got our stuff and walked towards my car. James told me he had come by bike and I told him to put the bike in my car. We went to my hotel room, a large suite somewhere near the beach. Both of us were still wearing our tiny swimsuits, yet there had been a visible change. His dick looked solid hard and I could feel my own hard on aching. He stepped up to me and kissed me, a kiss that I eagerly returned. It ended so soon, even though it was a long one, but James seemed to have enough. He broke the kiss and our mouths parted, I leaned forward to kiss him again but he forced me down to his cock. I knelt down and pulled away his thong. Now I had a full view of his beautiful cock. I looked really amazing, it was not as big as mine, but it was definitely the biggest I ever had, all full 11 inches. I moved my mouth to the beauty and took it in my mouth. I shivered, the taste was really good, I loved the salty taste of cocks, but this tasted just . . . so good. Slowly, I took more of his dick in my mouth. I heard James moan. "Yeh man, take it all." I was definitely trying but it was hard, it was so big, and so good. I only had about two inches to go, slowly I approached the base of the beauty. And then my nose hit his stomach. I had made, without gagging. I slowly started to suck and James started to moan. Then, al of a sudden, he took control and fucked my face like there was no tomorrow. He moaned, and I would have, if I could. I loved what this English guy was doing. After about five minutes his moans became louder, and then, at last... "I'm coming" And did he come. One, two, no, eight shots of cum straight into my mouth. I tried to swallow all but it was too much. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and pulled me up. Again, he kissed me and his cum moved from my mouth into his. Now I could share the great taste of his own salty cum. When we stopped he whispered in my ear: "I meant a different type of fucking but that was amazing" I smiled but said nothing.
I laid down on the king sized bed and I could feel him climbing on it to. He would climb more than the bed though. And so I was lying there on my stomach and I shivered. James had grabbed my ass, not a tuff grab, but subtle, it felt good. I felt drops of spit on my ass, close to my asshole. Now his finger rubbed the spit into my asshole. "Aah" I screamed. "Sorry" One of his fingers had gone into my ass and I had not been prepared for it. I relaxed and more fingers went in. It felt really good, better than the best massage I ever had. I repositioned myself, ready to be fucked like a dog. Immediately felt his dickhead at my entrance and slowly he pushed. It was very painful and yet it felt very good. I could help but scream in ecstasy. "You like it?" "Of course I do." More of his dick now filled my ass. Inch for inch, slowly but so good. It was over, he was all in. "No" I said to myself, "it is just beginning. I was right. He started to fuck me fast, for a long time. We both moaned and enjoyed those 15 minutes. The best 15 minutes in my life. And then I felt his dick become . . . larger and I knew what was happening. This was confirmed by his scream "I'm coming!" and soon his load filled my ass to the brim. I loved the feeling of cum in my ass. I felt James' tongue at my entrance, he liked up his juices and did not stop until he had everything, and then we kissed again. So passionate... I was glad this was my second day here, and I would be here for three more weeks. Damn, I loved vacation.