(Note to reader: Point-of-view makes such a difference in how a reader relates to a story, especially when one moves from third person to first, as I have here. I've decided to re--write a few of my stories, shifting the narrative to another point of view, and hopefully providing a fresh and exciting reading experience. The below is one such rewritten story.)
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We first saw him at the beach, just down from the resort where we were spending two weeks. He was with a girl as stunning and as gorgeous as he was. While Steve and I first remarked on the absolute lusciousness of the girl, I made sure to comment on the "big bulge" in the crotch of the boy's Speedos, drawing Steve's attention to the ample package of hidden male genital goodies. We shared a knowing smile, both well aware of our common appreciation for such goodies.
The next time I laid my eyes on him, I was alone and he was alone. I'd decided to take an evening stroll before dinner and as I turned a corner of the cove I saw him sitting by a bluff, his Speedos pulled down, his eyes closed and his hand wrapped around his cock, busily stroking it. I was taken aback. What about the beautiful girl he had been with? Why this secluded masturbation when he was here with such an obviously delicious and sexy prize, I wondered? I knew, though, that however satisfying sex was with a partner, and however much of it there was to enjoy, there was always a place for solitary pleasures.
I was a distance away but, luckily, I had brought my binoculars and now brought them up to my eyes to have a look. That brought my gaze close to his cock and the fist he had wrapped around it, very close. Now I had an exceptionally intimate glimpse of that cock, as magnificent a specimen of the erect male organ as I had ever seen. And I had seen many, very many. It was a big one, a very big one. It was long, it was thick, it was very, very hard, and it was beautifully, perfectly shaped.
I knew cocks, and I loved cocks, considering myself a connoisseur of the penis, especially the erect penis. And his was to cocks what a prized Bordeaux was to wines. I especially appreciated, in a cock, one which had that long stripe of muscle running along the length of the underside. That, I felt, always made a cock seem extra erect, extra tempting. As I watched this perfect stranger, with his perfect cock, I could see that he was feeling deep pleasure. He lay back on the large towel he'd been half sitting on and I saw his entire body tense and arch as his pleasure mounted. I also saw his hand slow down as his climax neared, something that I loved to do when stroking or sucking a cock, to make the pleasure and ultimate explosion all the more intense.
As I watched, mesmerized, I felt my cunt become wet to the point of overflow. I was tempted to go over to the stranger and help him finish but restrained myself, watching. After several minutes of building tension I saw his body tense and then his hips rise as a long, strong steam of cum erupted from his magnificent cock, thick spurt after thick spurt. My knees nearly buckled as I lowered my binoculars and walked back to the room.
When I returned to join Steve for dinner I described in detail what I had observed. Like me, Steve, too, was a connoisseur of cock. He had himself a wonderful specimen, one of his many attractions, in my view. And, even more importantly, he knew how to use that specimen. We now both wondered, bantering lewdly, whether this boy, too, knew how to make good use of his exquisite specimen.
A few days later I and Steve were both surprised when we saw who we had assumed to be the guy's girlfriend hugging and cavorting with another man. The puzzle was soon cleared up. A guest explained that the two whom we had assumed to be lovers were actually brother and sister. The new guy was the sister's husband, who had just arrived with other members of his family to join the siblings. All this also made it more understandable that the guy would be off on his own stroking that big cock of his, masturbating.
Learning more, we found out that his name was Raul, and that he was a nineteen-year old tennis pro from Spain. Now I felt emboldened, learning that he was indeed unattached and having seen him work that sublime cock of his. So I approached him one morning on the beach and started talking, confessing that I had caught him jerking off. At first he blushed, but then he laughed, especially when I complimented him on that cock of his.
Then I took it a step further. I explained that Steve and I sometimes liked to add a guy to the mix and get into a sexy threesome, might he be up for that? He grinned a wolfish grin and said he just might, liking my provocative look and manner. Now I asked, feeling bolder by the minute, whether Raul mixed it up with guys as well as girls. Here he backed off. He said he'd let a guy suck his cock and might consider fucking a guy, being sexually very open-minded, but that he wouldn't suck cock or let himself be fucked. That disappointed me a bit since Steve and I had enjoyed a couple of torrid threesomes that were no holes barred, everyone did and was done to. But I knew Steve would still go for a scene like this, where there'd be no reciprocity, but where Steve would get to enjoy that spectacular cock we'd been talking about for the past few days. So I said I was going back to our room, where Steve had just gone, and maybe Raul would like to join us. He said sure, but first he wanted to shower, then he'd head up to our room.
A few minutes later he showed up, saying that with so many relatives there now, the showers were being used and asked if he could shower in our room instead. Of course, I told him, licking my lips as I looked over at Steve while Raul headed to the shower.
Soon we were both in the bathroom, waiting for him, when Raul stepped out of the shower, stark naked and dripping wet. And what Raul saw right away was that I and Steve were standing there, just as naked as he was,
Now we approached him, towels in hand, and started drying off his sleek, lithe smooth body. As we provocatively worked our towels over his ass, between his legs, and right over his cock we could feel that cock quickly hardening. And Raul, looking over at Steve, could see that Steve was already fully erect, his impressive cock standing up hard and straight, a beacon of virility.
Soon Raul's cock was standing up just as straight, with me giving Steve a meaningful look as we both glanced downward. I had already glimpsed the stunning penis and now Steve could see for himself that my description hadn't exaggerated in the least. Last time I was forced to peek at that cock through a pair of binoculars; now I was running a towel right over it! The sight and feel of it gave my goose bumps. And there was something else besides its sheer size, its length and thickness, and its steeliness. That was the angle at which it stood erect. Like Steve's, it stood up from his taut stomach at a sharp forty-five degree angle, so hard and erect it almost pressed right up against his stomach. Some erect cocks are plenty big and plenty thick when erect, but they have just a touch of sponginess to them and stick out at a right angle, or even droop a little, rather than standing up straight, almost vertical. Those super-hard, super-virile cocks were the kind that did something special for me. Steve had a cock like that. And now I could see that this nineteen-year old Spanish tennis player did too, and his was even bigger and thicker than Steve's; his was truly massive. I felt my blood rushing from my heart to my face to my now-soaked pussy.
"Come to bed," I purred at the youth in my kittenish, seductive voice. And moments later Raul was between us as we pressed in on his taut, athletic body, reaching down together to stroke and tease his magnificent penis. I, who was good at making such estimates, guessed that he carried around ten stiff inches down there. And his splendid tool seemed almost as thick as my wrist. We ganged up on him now, me and Steve, as Raul just lay back, naked and happy, eyes closed, cock sticking up, obscenely erect. The two of us dragged our tongues down over his chest, teasing his nipples, then over his smooth, taut tummy until we found ourselves face to face, the spectacular shaft of his erect cock between the two of us.
Me and Steve now gazed at each other, our eyes blazing with hunger, lust, desire as, in an orgy of attentiveness, attentiveness to
cock
, we brought our fingertips over his taut penis, held it, stroked it, shared it, licked it together, two tongues gliding up and down from his balls to the tip and back again. We licked his cock together, then licked his balls together. We took turns, I licking his cock while Steve licked his balls, then switching.
"God! I really want to
suck
this cock now, don't you, baby?" I hissed, my voice raspy with heated lust.
