Ten-inch Greek surprise to start holiday

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    Walking out of a small Greek island airport - pretty much just a shed and a landing strip - a guy in jeans and a fitted white t-shirt caught my eye amongst the dozens of other holiday makers who were already in their uniform baggy shorts and flip-flops. I was heading out to the bus bays and ending up falling in behind the guy in jeans who seemed to be going the same way. The centre seam of his jeans was pulled up tight into the crack of his arse in such a way that can only mean there was something significant up front, pulling it there.

    I asked which was my bus and a ramshackle old bus with a few people stood round it was pointed out. Jeans-guy was heading in the same direction. His t-shirt rippled in the breeze, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim hips. His dark hair was cropped short. He got to the bus first and reached up to open the door. 'Jeez' I thought, this guy's the driver. As he stepped up into the bus the breeze lifted his t-shirt, revealing the hottest tight little arse in the lowest of low-rise denim. Immediately the vision was gone but there was enough to see a tantalising glimpse of bum cleavage. By this time I had reached the bus and he turned to climb down from the bus to open the side lockers for the luggage. As he stepped back into the daylight I could see straight away what was pulling the seam of his jeans right up his arse - a huge curving bulge stretched across onto his left thigh. Wow I thought this is going to be quite a journey. Luggage loaded, we all filed onto the bus and paid for our tickets. Looking down into his lap when it was my turn there sat the delicious monster, straining in the tightened denim.

    The journey was uneventful. The old bus creaked and crashed across the potholed island roads and the sun blazed down. Gradually the other passengers disembarked until suddenly I realised I was the only one left. I'd sat in a seat at the front, opposite the driver, so I could admire the view - inside and outside the bus. We rounded a corner and he went for a change into bottom gear. With a horrendous grinding groan the bus jerked to a halt. Efforts to restart it were in vain. The driver turned round and grinned, saying something unintelligible in Greek.

    He wriggled out of the driving seat and glanced up into the parcel shelf above my head where his bag was sitting. He came alongside me and stretched up. His t-shirt rode up, revealing a six-pack to die for, deeply tanned and covered in fine black hair. He couldn't quite reach and stretched further. His jeans, unbelted, dropped a little, allowing some stray black curls to come into view. Beneath the waistband his straining cock bulged out. My hand reached out and casually brushed across the shape of his cock; it could easily have been an accident. 'Can't you find what you're looking for' I asked. He looked down and shook his head, and with another broad grin disappeared up to the back of the bus. Clearly what he wanted wasn't to be found there either.

    Without the engine running the aircon had stopped too and the temperature on the bus was starting to rise. We were miles from anywhere with nobody in sight. He came back to where I was sitting and signalled that he needed to look back into the inner recesses of the luggage rack. Up he stretched and the unbelted jeans, low-riding at the best of time, slid further down over his hips. He's going to lose them altogether I thought as the top of his cock came into view. It's only his cock that's keeping them up at all. His eyes met mine. This was deliberate. An invitation.

    He hung onto the edge of the luggage rack, arms raised high above his head. I slid the t-shirt up his now sticky body and hooked it over the back of his head. There was no resistance. I worked my way back down that perfect torso, pausing only to work over the nipple ring with my tongue. I put my hands round the back of him and slipped my fingers into the back pockets of the jeans. With a little wriggle I slid them further down, seeing the reflection of his tight tanned bum in the window opposite. At the front the denim was less stretched and with my thumb and forefinger I traced out the shape of his cock. It was truly enormous and was thickening by the second as I explored its length through the material. I brought out my hands and grabbed the jeans at the sides, very gently lowering them further, revealing bit by bit the monster within. It was a full ten inches long, and thick too, by the time the head sprung out of the jeans and they dropped to the floor. I wrapped my hands round it and massaged. I cradled his balls in my hand and guided the thickness of his shaft into my mouth. I moved up and down as much of its length as I could, teasing with lips and teeth, all the time working over his luscious balls. He started to rock and moan and I felt his body starting to tense. With a huge stretch he came in my mouth; it felt like gallons and started to run down my face.

    When we'd relaxed he stepped down from where he'd been standing and beckoned to the back seat of the bus. I followed him up the bus and sat myself where indicated on the middle of the back seat. The driver knelt on the floor in front of me and starting rubbing the front of my shorts. I was up there immediately and lifted myself off the seat so that he could pull off my shorts and turn his attentions on me. This he did with a skill that confirmed this was no first time chance encounter. Just as I was fit to burst he stopped and flipped himself over, presenting those tight suntanned buns to me. I stood and turned to face his invitation, sinking myself deep into his innermost depths. I reached round and took his cock once more in my hand as I pumped hard into his arse. I came with explosive force and we collapsed into a heap on the seat.

    Just at that moment there was a crunching gravel sound and a breakdown truck came slowly into view. Our rescue was nigh, and by the time it pulled up alongside the bus we were back in our respective seats as if nothing had happened.
     
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    And we never saw eachother again..:tongue:

    No, it was a great story.
     
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    Perhaps I need to work more on the end. Sounds like a line from the story. This could just be chapter 1. :eek:
     
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    Great story!! This was the first work of fiction I have read here on lpsg and I was not at all disappointed.:biggrin1:
     
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    Here cums chapter 2 - enjoy - there's more to cum...

    A day or two later I went out for an early run along the coast road. It was another fabulous hot sunny day and glipses of the sea were tantalising. After a couple of miles I came across a sort of roadside pull-in - a place where a handful of cars could get off the narrow uneven road - and by it was a track down through the olive trees and undergrowth towards the sea. Ready for a cooling dip I plunged down the path and after a few minutes arrived on a beautiful, secluded sandy beach. There was nobody there but a closed up shack with a few tables and chairs under beach umbrellas suggested that later on I might get a drink.

    I threw off my shorts and tshirt and ran into the sea. The feeling of the waves on my body was so refreshing. I lay floating in the clear blue water, contemplating the day ahead. I was brought back from my reverie by the sound of voices and on glancing back towards the beach I saw a young couple - I guessed Danish or German by their blond hair and golden tans - coming into view down the path. The guy was about 6 foot with a great tousled mane of sun-bleached fair hair. He was wearing what could best be described as the remains of some rather tight cut-off jeans and a well-worn black singlet top. The shorts had fade marks where they had worn really thin and the bulge of his two huge balls, squashed either side of the centre seam, showed up prominently. His well developed shoulders and chest were accentuated by the carelessly worn vest top.

    His girlfriend had the same stunning wild blond hair and golden suntan and one of the sexiest faces I'd ever seen. She was hiding herself under a shapeless baggy tshirt but I could see some more ragged cut-offs - this time cut high up towards her hips, pulling tight up into her crotch.
    They saw me and waved, acknowledging that they realised they hadn't got the beach to themselves, and started the charade of trying to get changed in private while fumbling and struggling under a towel.

    Eventually, the process completed, they set off towards the sea. Her tshirt was replaced by a sexy white bikini, with the top consisting of a tie which went round her back and two 'floating' triangles of fabric held up by a halter-neck strap round her neck. The triangles could be adjusted to make them as wide or narrow as required and I could see them carefully positioned to support two magnificent, full-bodied breasts. Why had she been hiding those away? The bikini bottom comprised two similar, carefully positioned triangles of material, front and back, and she waded into the water like a screen goddess.

    Her boyfriend had pulled on some remarkably shallow little white squarecut trunks - perhaps just four inches at the sides - and the bulge at the front left little to the imagination. His balls bulged prominently and the outline of his cock - a thick one at that - lay to the side, just under the waistband. They plunged into the water and played and flirted together under the glorious sunshine.

    Suddenly aware of my own nakedness I decided I would make use of their distraction to get out of the sea and stretch out on the sand for a while. A bit of a breeze was getting up and small waves were starting to break on the edge of the sand. The girl obviously had the same idea and started to head for the shore. As she reached the edge I saw that the white bikini - although opaque when dry - had now become completely transparent when wet, showing a neatly sculpted heart-shape of pubic hair over a plump juicy pussy. I admired her magnificent torso, considerably more of which was on display as the waves had narrowed the triangles supporting her top. As she walked out of the sea a wave broke over her, causing one breast to escape completely from it's now completely transparent covering. She laughed and adjusted herself but not before I had seen a perfect brown nipple. The breeze caused her to shiver momentarily and her nipples pressed prominently against the flimsy material of the bikini.

    She sauntered across to where I was lying. "Hi" she said, "I'm Eva and that's Fredi - can we sit with you?" Her English was perfect and I nodded my agreement to her suggestion. She laid out their towels beside mine and started to apply her suntan lotion. She looked at me and asked "could you help me?" I glanced uneasily into the sea but the widely grinning Fredi waved and called back "go ahead". I stood up behind her and started massaging the oil into her back. I worked down her arms and around her sides. "Wait" she said, unhooking the bikini top and letting it fall away, " I get all-over tan". My hands reached round her body and I pressed myself against her now oily back. I cupped the huge breasts in my hands and massaged them gently all over. Her nipples stood out firmly and she arched her back slightly, clearly enjoying herself. My cock stiffened in my little Speedo and prodded her in the back. She laughed again and slid her hand behind her and into my trunks, exploring with her fingers. I ran my hands down below her waist, front and back, sliding my fingers deep into her innermost recesses.

    Fredi emerged from the sea, and I saw that his swimsuit too had turned completely transparent. Barely adequate to contain him when dry, it had now slipped down to the base of his cock, revealing a thick bush of sandy coloured pubic hair. His cock and balls were clearly visible under the flimsy, tightly stretched lycra and when I caught a glimpse of his back I saw that the his costume covered scarcely half of his tight little bubble butt. He came to where I was stood with Eva and grinned at us engagingly.

    "I do you now - lie down - whats your name?" said Eva. "I'm Mark" I replied, thanking her, and stretching out on my tummy so that she could oil my back. She knelt beside me, her pendulous breasts brushing seductively against my face, and systematically worked lotion into my back. I closed my eyes, enjoying every minute of the sensation. Suddenly I was aware of a firmer pressure and where she had dealt with my shoulders and back with a soft and gentle touch, now I was aware of a firmer pair of hands, male hands, kneeding my buttocks and pulling my Speedo into the crack of my bum. "Turn over" said Fredi and the pair got to work on my front. While Eva oiled my chest, Fredi worked on my legs. He rubbed his hands skilfully up and down my thighs and over my stomach. My cock, straining to get out of my Speedo, could be restrained no more as Fredi released it from its elasticated prison. I looked up at Fredi. His own thick cock was straining tightly in his see-through white trunks and as he stood up it sprung out of the top, leaving just the luscious monster balls still contained.

    Eva moved down towards my middle and pulled aside her bikini bottom. Standing astride me she lowered her full pink labia towards my rigid aching cock and started to slide up and down its length. I lay back, eyes shut and enjoyed the sensation, wondering how long it would be before I exploded into her depths. Something cast a shadow and I opened my eyes to see Fredi kneeling down across me. His trunks were gone and was lowering his enormous low hanging balls towards my face. I took them one at a time into my mouth and sucked and teased gently. He altered his position slightly and eased his thick cock into my mouth. I worked at it hungrily and fondled the huge balls as they pounded against my face.

    Eva's pace quickened and her breathing became faster and shallower. She stiffened and shrieked and I could feel her orgasm shuddering down my pole. Almost simultaneously my aching cock exploded into her and I arched my back and squeezed Fredi's balls. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and swapped places with Eva. He sat astride my now spent cock and rubbed himself up and down on my stomach until he too came, ejaculating thick white cum all over my chest, as Eva lowered herself onto my face. My tongue probed deep into her as my cum ran out and across my face.

    We untangled ourselves and lay panting on the sand, revelling in the feel of the hot sun on our tingling and exhausted bodies.
     
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    Great Story!!!! Keep it up!!!!!!!!!!
     
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    Wow! This story is so freakin awesome bro! You just HAVE to keep going!!!!!
     
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    And some more. Enjoy...

    I think we all dozed off for a while because it was about 40 minutes later we stirred and became aware of activity further up the beach. The little shack was no longer shuttered and the beach umbrellas had been put up. Noises from within suggested that it was open for business.

    I sat up and considered the possibilities. “Fancy a drink?” I asked Eva and Fredi. They agreed and rolled over in the sand. The swimwear had dried in the heat but was all sandy, so they both pulled on their old cut-off shorts. Eva adjusted her bikini top so that the huge breasts were modestly covered and supported and got to her feet. With nothing on underneath the little cut-offs were pulled high up between her plump lips.

    Fredi stood up and adjusted himself in his tight, worn shorts. The monster balls hung heavily either side of the centre seam, and were plainly obvious where the denim had worn perilously threadbare. The bulge of
    his thick cock laid comfortably to one side and I looked at the straining seams and fly-buttons, and the glimpses of flesh through various holes.

    We wandered across to the shack and sat at one of the tables. A head appeared behind the bar and I let out a gulp of recognition. It was the guy who had been driving the bus when I arrived. He looked out over the bar towards us and I grinned, asking “Not driving your bus
    today then?” He blushed under his tan and explained in broken English that he was just looking after the café for his brother.

    He picked up a pad and emerged from behind the bar. There were no well-packed low riding jeans today. Instead, with his magnificent tanned chest bare, he was wearing a tiny pair of nylon football shorts. “This guy certainly specialises in low rise” I thought, seeing that the shorts were split up to the waistband, which was sitting just on top of his cock. It was
    obviously immediately that the shorts were unlined and 10 inch monster flopped and swayed as he walked across the beach to our table.

    There was a gasp from Eva who had seen the outline of the guy’s trophy and I felt Fredi tense and adjust himself in his shorts.
    “We’ve… err… met before” I explained to my new friends. “Wow” said Eva, sliding her hand up his thigh. “Is he… umm… a friend?” asked Fredi, a glint in his eye. I looked up at the guy and he winked back. “Oh yes” I said, “he certainly is”.

    We introduced ourselves and found out his name was Demitri. “Is there something you like?” he asked, staring down first into Eva’s barely concealed crotch and then at Fredi’s straining bulge. He turned to take our order and the breeze lifted the corner of his little shorts. The
    monster was there for all to see, curving out proudly from its sea of curly black hair. Eva’s hand caressed his thigh and rode right up into his shorts. She clasped his huge cock and led him nearer to her, manoeuvring him so that he was standing between herself and Fredi.

    With her other hand she started to rub herself where the crotch of her shorts was cutting into her. Fredi put his feet up on the edge of the table and spread his legs. Stretched apart the shagged out shorts could no longer contain the heavyweights inside and they popped out into view, one from each leg hole. He laughed and slid a hand up the back of Demitri’s shorts.

    As before, Demitri’s cock was growing by the second and there was no way it could stay hidden its nylon prison. It jumped out, fine and proud, and Eva took it in her mouth and sucked and chewed and swallowed as much of it as she could. Fredi slid down the nylon shorts and I buried my face in Fredi’s lap, licking and flicking the monster balls with my tongue and sucking the huge low-hanging fruits one at a time into my mouth. Fumbling with his waistband I unbuttoned the shorts and yanked them down. The fat cock sprung out and I worked it till he exploded in my mouth.

    Eva was still working on Demitri as I turned my attentions to her. Her shorts were buried deep within as I licked and probed at her crotch with my tongue. With one tug the fabric gave way and she was revealed in her full nakedness. I slid myself underneath her and buried my
    aching cock in her depths once more, pounding her till I came.

    She released Demitri from her grip and flopped back into her chair, exhausted. Demitri pulled Fredi to his feet and started rubbing and squeezing his balls. He spun him round, and laid him across the table and slid his tongue into Fredi’s arse, all the time reaching round to keep up the massaging. Still massive and erect he slid himself into Fredi and pumped slowly and rhythmically.

    It was too much to watch and I approached Demitri from behind. His balls
    were slapping Fredi’s legs and as I slid into Demitri’s hot sweaty depths I caressed and squeezed his balls. Beside us we could see Eva exploring and rubbing herself with one hand and burying Fredi’s face between the huge breasts. I pumped away at Demitri as he rammed hard and repetitively
    into Fredi until he unloaded himself with an ecstatic groan.
     
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    Here's the next instalment. Has anyone got their own fantasy I can write in the next chapters? As long as it's got huge cocks, huge tits and low lowrise jeans and shorts its good.


    Later the same week I went out for a stroll in towards the centre of the island. It was too hot to run and I wandered between patches of shade andshadows cast by knarled old olive trees. After a while I found myself in what looked like a deserted farmyard. There was no sign of habitation but some of the tumbledown old barns seemed to be still in use, with fresh
    hay bales stacked untidily in them. some ofthe bales had obviously burst and hay had cascaded down.

    Ready for a rest I settled myself in the shade in one of the barns and propped my self up in the hay for a sleep. I must have been asleep for about half and hour and awoke to hear the sound of voices approaching. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was pretty much hidden and
    waited to see who was coming.

    Two farmhands came round the corner between two of the barns. They looked about 22 or 23 and were joking and pushing each other as they went about their work. Both had bare, deeply tanned tops. The taller of the two was wearing a pair of totally wrecked jeans that were almost hanging in tatters around him. The shorter one had on some filthy baggy old shorts,and with neither of them wearing belts, their clothing sagged low on their hips.

    One had a bottle of sun oil and as they stumbled and jostled each other he was flicking oil on his mate. Both were carelessly rubbing it in, presumably as protection from the burning sun which even their dark, well-accustomed skin needed.

    The shorter one picked up an old ladder which was lying on the ground and propped it up against a pile of bales in one of the barns. They appeared to be arguing about who had got to go up but in the end the shorter guy started to climb up the ladder. He started to pull a bale off the top, which he balanced precariously on his head. Quick as a flash his comrade yanked down his shorts. Completely helpless under weight of the hay, the guy up the ladder could do nothing and he laughed out loud as his huge, semi-erect cock stuck out between the rungs of the ladder. His
    friends grabbed it and starting massaging furiously.

    The hay bale fell and the shorter guy was down the ladder in a flash, struggling to pull up his shorts. They rolled about, locked in a lighthearted wrestling duel, with bits of hay sticking to the sunoil on their bodies. There was a large sheet of plastic - probably from wrapping the bales - lying on the ground and they rolled across onto it.

    Again the taller one started flicking oil on his friend and suddenly the top came off and oil poured out over both the lads and the plastic sheet.
    Their bodies glistened and they couldn't even stand on the slipperly surface. The wrestling continued and there was the sound of ripping fabric. The tattered denim jeans were being shredded and a hot tanned bum came into view as they thrashed and rolled about. Another
    ripping sound and the shorts were torn right up one side, another and the crotch was open.

    Soon the two of them were as good as naked and rolling and writhing together in the oil. They grabbed at each others cocks and balls and each fought for the supremacy of sitting astride the other and forcing their cocks into each others mouths.

    My own cock was straining in my shorts and I pulled them down and wanked myself furiously. Suddenly they became aware of me watching and beckoned me across. With my shorts in one hand
    and my cock in thg other I approached, falling flat on my back the moment I stepped onto the oily plastic.

    Within seconds I could feel my balls being squeezed and massaged and someone's teeth and lips teasing my cock. I reached out through some legs and took hold of the monster cock that was sticking proudly out. It was long and thick and I massaged it as I spun round in the oil.

    Panting in the sun I hauled one of the lads onto his knees and plunged myself into him from behind, reaching round and massaging his cock furiously. The other lad sunk himself into me and we pounded and writhed until the three of came, pretty much simultaneously.
     
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    Next day I went into town with the idea of hiring a car for a couple of days and exploring some of the other parts of the island. I found a suitable shop and went in through the door. A youngish guy was stood with his back to me, deep in a conversation on a mobile phone. He was tall, slim and very Greek in colouring. He had narrow hips and broad shoulders and was dressed in immaculately pressed, smart, slim-fitting navy blue trousers which sat low on his hips and clung to his perfectly toned bubble butt. He turned as I approached and I saw the crisply ironed shirt was open-necked, revealing a tantalising mat of chest hair.

    He motioned me to sit down while he continued his call. As he paced around the shop, talking easily in Greek, I noticed his cock, long and thick, lying down the left leg of his trousers. While he was standing still it was unnoticeable, but as soon as he moved his leg to walk the fabric of the trousers tightened and there was a clear hint of something quite spectacular within.

    The call ended and he turned to me. “G’day” he said, surprisingly in a strong Australian accent. “What can I do for you?” Glancing down at his leg I avoided the obvious reply and explained I was looking to hire a car. “You don’t look very Australian” I added, jokingly. He laughed and there was a twinkle in the piercing brown eyes. “No,” he explained, “my family originates from this island but my parents left and went to Australia and I was born and brought up out there. I’m back for the summer while I decide what I want to do next”. He looked about 21 or 22 and was presumably just finished at uni. “I’m Scott by the way”, he said, holding out a hand. “Mark” I replied, shaking with a firm grip.

    At that moment the door burst open and two girls, about the same age, erupted through it. They were clearly fresh from the beach and had had one ouzo too many to retain much propriety. They were both wearing tight low-fronted t-shirts, into which were packed the most unexpectedly enormous breasts. The combination of the wet t-shirts and the tightly stretched lightweight fabric left nothing whatever to the imagination and their nipples stood out proud through the fabric. They had tight little micro skirts which they tugged at self-consciously.

    “Have a seat, ladies” said Scott, indicating a low sofa, “while I sort out Mark here”. “We want to hire a car” they said, giggling, and trying to sit down gracefully on the low sofa. The effect of alcohol and the low sofa was too much and, grabbing at each other for balance, they toppled back into the sofa with hysterical laughter. Neither was wearing any underwear and Scott and I got a complete eyeful as they fell back and sat there, laughing uncontrollably.

    Scott’s tight uniform trousers would have been fine in normal circumstances but he was clearly aroused by the situation and the giant cock was stiffening and thickening by the second as we looked down at the monster breasts and beckoning pussies. He had the boner to end all boners straining the fabric of his trouser leg - the full length of his shaft and a great mushroom head clearly discernable - and I felt my own cock coming to attention very visibly in my tight lowrise jeans. The girls couldn’t fail to spot the effect they’d had and they nudged each and whispered and looked hungrily towards us. One of them absent-mindedly started fingering herself and the other pulled at her t-shirt, exposing even more acres of flesh. Unlike some large breasts these were firm and stood out proudly, luscious and rounded.

    “I don’t think a car hire would be a very good idea” said Scott to the girls. “I think you’ve had too much to drink”. They clambered to their feet and one cuddled up to him, rubbing the monster bulge in his trousers. The other grabbed my hand and pressed it under her skirt while she massaged her breasts in my face. Another hand caressed my bulge. It was Scott’s.

    “I’ve got a better idea” he said, winking at me. “It’s my afternoon off today – why don’t the four of us go off somewhere and see what, err, comes up? I’ve got my own car so we can use that.”

    He locked the door of the office and pulled down the shutters. “This way” he said, leading us through a door at the back of the office and down a stairway to a yard at the back. Parked there amongst the Fiestas and the Puntos was a dust-covered 4x4. “We can get anywhere in this” he grinned. “Jump in”.

    We sped off out of the yard and along the harbour front. Soon we were climbing up away from town and into the hills of the interior. “We don’t even know your names – I’m Scott and this is Mark” he called back, as our hair was ruffled by the wind as we drove along. “I’m Annabel” said one, still rubbing herself gently under her skirt. “And I’m Beth” said the other, reaching round and fondling the bulge in my jeans. “Let’s pull over for a minute, and get you out of that stuffy old uniform”.

    Scott pulled over into a clearing on the side of the road and Annabel reached round and unbuttoned his shirt. He leaned forward so she could pull it off, revealing a fine, toned muscular chest and the thick mat of hair. “I think you’ll have to help me with these Mark” he said, “nodding towards the skintight uniform trousers.”

    I leaned across and studied the monstrous bulge in the smart trousers and started fumbling with his belt. He breathed in and I undid the button on the waistband, and eased down the zip, all the time massaging gently with my hands. He lifted himself off the seat and bit by bit I was able to peel down the trousers and pull them off over his feet. Underneath he was wearing some ultra low cut boxer briefs and I could see that the chest hair extended down his treasure trail to a course, dark bush.

    In the back the girls were now pre-occupied with themselves. Annabel has taken off her top altogether and was sitting there, legs wide apart in the tiny little skirt. Beth had pulled down her stretchy top so far that she had the neck of it under her breasts, which were now pushed up and together and out. She was leaning over and burrowing her tongue into Annabel, who was moaning slightly and squeezing and rubbing her breasts.

    Scott put his arm around my neck and pulled me towards him. His other hand undid my jeans and wrenched them out from under me, grasping my aching cock and balls. He pushed me down towards his lap and I released the monster from its prison. Up it sprang and I filled my mouth with it and sucked and chewed and massaged his balls.
     
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    As I worked away at Scott I could feel him skilfully doing the same to me. I knew I was close to coming and tightened my grip on Scott. His breathing became more rapid and simultaneously our bodies arched as we shot out great streams of cum.

    In the back Annabel and Beth were engrossed and almost immediately came the sound of ecstatic moans as they climaxed together.

    We moved the 4x4 further up into the hills and pulled off the road into a beautiful cliff top clearing, with a fabulous view out across the dazzling blue sea. We must have looked an odd crowd – Scott stark naked except for the tiniest of low cut boxer briefs, me clutching Scott’s trousers to me, and the two girls wearing nothing but the two tight tops which were not even containing their gigantic breasts.

    Scott spread a blanket on the ground and we fell in a heap on it. One of the girls grabbed at Scott’s bulge and off came the boxers. The other sat on my face while someone started to suck at my balls. We writhed and groped about with any inhibitions lost and there was no part of any of us that wasn’t caressed or rubbed or licked or sucked or probed by any of the others.

    As the sun started to sink in the sky we slept.
     
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    One day in the middle of the holiday I decided to laze around the apartment and its pool for the day. I stretched out on the sunbed in a tiny speedo, read my book and soaked up the sun. My concentration was broken by the arrival of a youngish guy in a smart polo shirt with a logo and some baggyish white shorts. He’d come to service the pool and I motioned to him to carry on. He was probably in his mid twenties, not bad looking, quite fit and toned, and went about his business cleaning filters, checking chlorine levels and all the usual stuff. From time to time I glanced over the top of my book catching him several times glancing at me, and in particular my lycra-clad bulge.

    It got to the point where he’d nearly finished and he was starting to clear up his gear. A long-handled net was lying on the side of the pool where he had been using it to skim some leaves off the top of the water. I don’t know what happened but as he stood up and stepped back he somehow tripped over the handle. There was a yelp and a splash and he fell straight back into the pool.

    He quickly came up to the surface, laughing loudly and swam to the side opposite me. As he hauled himself out of the water I could see that his totally boring white shorts had now gone totally transparent and they clung to a fabulous little bubble butt as he clambered out. As he walked round the end of the pool towards me I noticed him limping and holding his back awkwardly.

    “Are you hurt?” I called. He turned to face me I saw the front of his shorts were also see-through and clinging to reveal the most enormous cock and balls. It looked like a picture that had been Photoshopped to increase the size. “I think I’ve twisted my back” he replied, rubbing his back.

    “Look, I’m a sports masseur back home” I said. “Do you want me to see if I can do anything to help before you go. You can’t leave in those wet clothes anyway, but they’ll soon dry on these slabs.”

    I carried a sunbed cushion in to the apartment and laid it on the big table in the kitchenette area. ”Here”, I said, “Take off your wet things, lie face down on here and put that over you”. I threw him a deliberately small kitchen towel and went to find my massage oil. When I came back he was stretched out, with the towel laid over his butt for modesty. I took his clothes and spread them on the slabs outside to dry.

    I poured oil over his back and legs and got to work, starting from the neck and shoulders and working down his back. He emitted various grunts and groans of satisfaction as I relieved various aches and tensions. I stood beside the table massaging down his back, each time going a little further until the towel has been pushed down and I was kneading his buttocks.
    Next I changed ends and started at his ankles. One at a time I raised his legs and manipulated the joints. There appeared to be no serious damage and I parted his legs a little before laying them flat and carrying on. After the calves I moved up to thighs and massaged deeply in to the muscles, moving a little further up on each stroke. With his legs slightly apart his cock and balls were pointed downwards, and on each upward stroke to his buttocks I allowed my fingers to carelessly pass over the length of his cock and his balls. Again, there was a grunt of satisfaction and the monster cock, already huge, started to lengthen and thicken. I poured on some oil and used my thumbs to massage the cock itself, with each stroke continuing up into the crack of his arse.

    I got him to turn over and he tried to position the tiny towel across his front to protect his modesty.

    He really had a fabulous body and I spent some time massaging oil into his chest, sliding right down into his public hair and around the base of his cock. My own cock, still encased in its little speedo was starting its own bid to escape and as I reached down the length of his body my bulge pressed against him.

    Working up the front of his legs my hands slid up under the towel which I then removed. I grasped the gigantic cock in my hand, taking his balls in the other and massaged with increasing speed and pressure. Next I was aware of a hand exploring my own straining bulge and the front of my speedo was pulled down, allowing my own cock to spring out. He took me and pumped furiously. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and chewed as he pulled away at mine. Returning to his shoulders he took mine into his mouth and my strokes quickened until I shot my load down his throat.

    Jumping up he stood by end of the table as I lay myself down on it, pulling my legs right up. He plunged the monster into me and continued to work away at my cock until he too came with a shudder and a groan they probably heard out in the street.

    “Feeling better now?” I asked, he retrieved his now dry clothes from outside. “Same time next week?”
     
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    One particularly hot day it was just too hot to go out and that was the day the air conditioning in the apartment chose to fail. I called the landlord who agreed to get somebody round.

    Too hot to wear anything, I stretched out on the couch and went to sleep. I awoke to hear a knocking at the door and, grabbing a small face towel to wrap round myself, I opened it to see an air-con technician standing there. ‘Technician’ was perhaps overstating it a little – it was a local guy, I guess in his early thirties, wearing a scruffy vest-type top and pale grey trackie bottoms. He came in and I showed him the failed unit, built in to the ceiling in the middle of the high-ceilinged room.

    He went back out to his van, returning with a step-ladder, and I sat down on the couch to watch, still wrapped in my little towel. As he moved about it was immediately obvious that he had nothing on under his trackie bottoms and that there was something truly immense flopping and swaying about inside. As he strained away at the unit up on his ladder the sweat was pouring off him in the heat.

    “Do you mind if I take off my shirt?” he asked in broken English. “Not at all” I replied, “you just go right ahead”, shifting my position slightly so that my towel fell open a little.

    He wore his pants low down on his hips, with a fine bush of hair on full display. Watching him work and mesmerised by the huge moving bulge in his pants I felt my own bulge stir. I moved again, so that the view up my towel would be clearer from where the guy was up his ladder and smiled to myself as I saw the monster stiffening in response and protruding even further between the treads of the ladder.

    By now he had got the unit opened up and was trying to free a seized-up joint. All of a sudden the joint gave and with the most disgusting gurgling noise he was covered from head to foot in a deluge of filthy water and sludge. There was a cursing and he stepped down from the ladder. “That’s cleared the blockage” he explained, “all I need to do is put it back together and it should work fine”.

    “Do you want to take a shower?” I asked, and he accepted gratefully as I pointed out the bathroom. “I’ll lend you some jeans while you finish the job, and put these outside to dry for a while” I said, taking the soaked trackies and putting them on the hot patio outside to fry in the sun.

    While he was in the shower I dug out a pair of old jeans, the lowest low rises I could find, and hung them on the bathroom door handle. Presently a hand reached round, and they were taken inside. I lay myself back down on the couch, my towel even more carelessly laid across me, to await his return.

    Soon the door opened and a spotlessly clean apparition emerged. On me, the jeans just about pulled up to the base of my cock and showed a decent bulge – I usually wore them with a long t-shirt hanging down – but with him inside there was no chance of them even coming up that far. He grinned at me, registering the view up my towel, and once more climbed the ladder.

    I stood up, the towel falling away completely and walked across to where he was working. With his arms reaching up to secure the air-con unit he was helpless to do anything about my attentions below. The top of his huge curving cock was bulging out of the top of the jeans and the shape of the rest of it could be seen straining down onto his thigh. I reached through the ladder and started to stroke and rub the exposed length of his cock. I traced out its shape in the straining denim and took my own cock in my other hand. The more I rubbed his cock, the more it grew and the further down the jeans started to creep. I tugged gently at them and pulled them down still further, allowing the monster inside spring out. I guided it into my mouth and sucked and chewed and licked, all the time massaging and stretching his balls. Transfixed on the ladder I finished him off with my hand and he shot a huge load over my face and chest before stepping down and working my own cock to a climax.
     
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    Wow! These stories are fucking hot. Keep up the good work!
     
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