(This story was inspired by my sometime muse, Yvette, as we imagined a scene that would thrill us both. And Yvette added some very special and sensual magic to the story, little details that matter)
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They first saw him at the beach, just down from the resort where they were spending two weeks. He was with a girl as stunning and as gorgeous as he was. While they remarked on the absolute lusciousness of the girl, Yvette 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. They shared a knowing smile, both well aware of their common appreciation for such goodies.
The next time Yvette laid her eyes on him, she was alone and he was alone. She'd decided to take an evening stroll before dinner and as she turned a corner of the cove she saw him sitting by a bluff, his Speedos pulled down, his eyes closed and his hand wrapped around his cock, busily stroking it. She 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, she wondered? Yvette 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.
She was a distance away but, luckily, she had brought her binoculars and now brought them up to her eyes to have a look. That brought her gaze close to his cock and the fist he had wrapped around it,
very
close. Now she had an exceptionally intimate glimpse of that cock, as magnificent a specimen of the erect male organ as Yvette had ever seen. And she 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.
Yvette knew cocks, and she loved cocks, considering herself a connoisseur of penis. And his was to cocks what a prized Bordeaux was to wines. She especially appreciated, in a cock, one which had that long stripe of muscle running along the length of the underside. That, she felt, always made a cock seem extra erect, extra tempting. As she watched this perfect stranger, with his perfect cock, she could see that he was feeling deep pleasure. He lay back on the large towel he'd been half sitting on and she saw his entire body tense and arch as his pleasure increased. She also saw his hand slow down as his climax neared, something that she loved to do when stroking or sucking a cock, to make the pleasure and ultimate explosion all the more intense.
As she watched, mesmerized, Yvette felt her cunt become wet to the point of overflow. She was tempted to go over to the stranger and help him finish but restrained herself, watching. After several minutes of building tension she 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. Her knees nearly buckled as she lowered her binoculars and walked back to the room.
When she returned to join Steve for dinner she described in detail what she had observed. Like her, Steve, too, was a connoisseur of cock. He had himself a wonderful specimen, one of his many attractions, in Yvette's view. And, even more importantly, he knew how to use that specimen. They now both wondered, bantering lewdly, whether this boy, too, knew how to make good use of his exquisite specimen.
A few days later Yvette and Steve were both surprised when they saw who they had assumed the guy's girlfriend hugging and cavorting with another man. The puzzle was soon cleared up. A guest explained that the two whom Yvette and Steve 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, they found out the guy's name was Raul, and that he was a nineteen-year old tennis pro from Spain. Now Yvette felt emboldened, learning that he was indeed unattached and having seen him work that sublime cock of his. So she approached him one morning on the beach and started talking, confessing that she had caught him jerking off. At first he blushed, but then he laughed, especially when Yvette complimented him on that cock of his.
Then she took it a step further. She explained that she and Steve 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 Yvette's provocative looks and manner. Now she 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 Yvette a bit since she and Steve had enjoyed a couple of torrid threesome that were no holes barred, everyone did and was done too. But she 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 they'd been talking about for the past few days. So she said she was going back to their room, where Steve had just gone, and maybe Raul would like to join them. He said sure, but first he wanted to shower, then he'd head up to Yvette and Steve's 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 their room. Of course, Yvette told him, licking her lips as she looked over at Steve while Raul headed to the shower.
Soon they 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 Yvette and Steve were standing there, just as naked as he was,
Now they approached him, towels in hand, and started drying off his sleek, lithe smooth body. As they provocatively worked their towels over his ass, between his legs, and right over his cock they 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, Yvette giving Steve a meaningful look at they both glanced downward. Yvette had already glimpsed the stunning penis and now Steve could see for himself that her description hadn't exaggerated in the least. Last time she was forced to peek at that cock through a pair of binoculars; now Yvette was running a towel right over it! The sight and feel of it gave her 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 just 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 Yvette. Steve had a cock like that. And now Yvette could see that this nineteen-year old Spanish tennis player did too, and his was even bigger and thicker than Steve's. She felt her blood rushing from her heart to her face to her now-soaked pussy.
"Come to bed," Yvette purred at the youth in her kittenish, seductive voice. And moments later Raul was between them as they pressed in on his taut, athletic body, reaching down together to stroke and tease his magnificent penis. Yvette, 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 her wrist.
They ganged up on him now, Yvette and Steve, as Raul just lay back, naked and happy, eyes closed, cock sticking up, obscenely erect. The two of them dragged their tongues down over his chest, teasing his nipples, then over his smooth, taut tummy until they found themselves face to face, the massive shaft of his erect cock between them.
Yvette and Steve gazed at each other, their eyes flaming with hunger, lust, desire as, in an orgy of attentiveness, attentiveness to
cock
, they brushed their 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. They licked his cock together; they licked his balls together. They took turns, Yvette licking his cock while Steve licked his balls, then switching.
"God! I really want to
