I was long overdue for a vacation and since I wasn't seeing anyone I thought I'd take one alone, rather than with a friend or a group. And I didn't want to do what I'd done before, go to a gay resort where everything is so gay! gay! gay! An unattached dude at one of those places deals with too much shit. I just wanted to relax and I wasn't looking for a meat market, so I thought I'd go spend a week at a Caribbean resort I'd heard about. This was one of those pleasure-focused places where straights and gays vacationed together and nobody was uptight. Swimming and sunbathing were clothes-optional and, in fact, nudity was encouraged, in the European tradition. I'd even heard that the place was a hotbed for "swingers" who could let it all hang out here and meet like-minded hedonists.
I'd been here for almost a week, enjoying the warm, balmy days in the sun. Soon I noticed this really cute stud who laid out his blanket near mine. He was absolutely gorgeous, in his early thirties I'd say, tanned head to foot, and sleek and muscled. Naturally I wondered about him right from the start, especially when I saw he was wearing a wedding ring. But it was easy to see that there was no wife with him, he was alone. Though maybe she'd be arriving any day. I did see him closely eyeball some of the sleek-figured honeys parading on the beach, but he never made a move towards any of them, neither on the beach nor in the hotel, at dinner or in the bar.
We had glanced over and waved hellos at each other. I tried not to stare, especially at that meaty, perfectly shaped cock of his. I gathered by now that he was straight, but I thought I had once or twice detected him sneaking a peek at my body.
I arrived at the hotel dining room one night to see it pretty full, no empty tables, but there was the that dude, Dave, sitting alone.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked. "There don't seem to be any free tables."
"Sure, that'd be nice."
For the first time we talked and he explained he had just sold a business and wanted to take a nice, long break before he did anything else. He was, in fact, married, but his wife was a busy fashion designer and it was high season for her, so she couldn't take time off to join him.
We talked and talked until the dining room emptied out.
"Feel like coming up to my room for a drink?" he asked, and my heart skipped a beat as I told him that, yes, I'd love to.
He made us drinks and we settled in.
"You must be missing your wife, and with all those sexy babes walking the beach..." I said.
"Yeah, I miss her," he said, "But they got these adult tapes downstairs and I bring one up with me at night. You know, they help release a little of that pent-up libido."
I'd heard the hotel made such videos available to guests.
"Feel like watching one with me?" he asked. We'd had a few drinks by now and were feeling nice and loose.
"Sure," I said, though I knew it'd be a straight tape.
A few moments later, there we were next to each other on the couch, staring at the TV screen where a nasty looking slut with big, silicone tits was riding this hugely thick cock. I looked over at Dave to see his eyes were glued to the TV.
"Man, he sure is hung," I said, taking a chance.
"Yeah, kind of reminds me of myself," he said with a smirk, feeling all loose now and a little cocky.
"You're shittin' me!" I said.
"I kid you not," he said, turning to me, catching my eyes gazing at the big bulge forming in his crotch.
"You probably pull it out about this time," I said.
"Yeah, I do," he confessed. "Right about now."
"Well don't let me stop you. Hell, I'll pull mine out too.
This is making me hot," I said. Of course I wondered if he guessed I was gay, or he thought I was a straight dude like him, getting all hot and bothered by the sex tape we were watching, really wanting to lay my hands on it to relieve the itch.
Now we both unbuckled and unzipped, tugging out our dicks.
My eyes went wide when I saw his. It wasn't fully erect, but, like he said, it was
huge!
"I guess you weren't kidding," I said, looking over.
Pretty soon both of us were stiff and thick, fisting our shafts as we stared at the nasty action on the TV screen.
"Man, I haven't jerked off next to another guy since I was in the service, in boot camp," he confessed.
"What other nasty things did you do in boot camp?" I purred as he gave me a long, deep look, but said nothing.
After a few minutes more of this I just couldn't hold back anymore. "Hey, how about we switch," I said. "I reach over and take hold of yours, and you take hold of mine?"
This was the moment of truth for Dave, vacationing here without his wife. He hesitated a few seconds, then slid his hand up my thigh and took hold of mine as I did the same to his.
