Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2010 14:15:36 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Unorthodox Honeymoon

			   UNORTHODOX HONEYMOON
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Oh, isn't this place exquisite?" my new wife mooned out the
window. Understand that we had arrived pretty late the night before, so
this was our first real look at St. Blevins. A small Caribbean island, we
had boarded our flight here at almost ten o'clock at night. Unable to sleep
much on the plane, we had unanimously decided to let the marriage
consummation wait until we were rested. I had figured that would happen
before sunrise, but so far...nada. I had woken up and found Brenda fully
dressed and standing before the large window with the drapes pushed
back. So much for the morning after! I yawned and stretched, saw myself in
the mirror on the wall. My abs were shining as a six-pack of discrete
silvery arcs on a decently golden body, my hair was black and neat, my
shave was still holding well. If I'd been standing beside my bed like
Brenda was, I'd be drooling! Instead, my wife turned and said, "Come on,
let's go outside and see what they have to offer."
     "Well, we did pay for the deluxe vacation." I agreed, rather miffed. A
fellow goes on his honeymoon to an exotic locale, the last thing he's
expecting is to have to go out and see the sights! As it was.... I sighed
and got out of bed, looked at my nude body in the mirror. A small white
triangle showed my real skin color, the rest of it was golden Adonis. And
my new wife...she could care less!
     What the fuck had I just done to myself?
     I felt better after breakfast. Brenda was just goggling like the
tourist she was at the palm trees and light-tanned sands and the blue, blue
water of the ocean. She'd get bored with it, and we'd go back to the room
and finally get making the nasty like I'd always planned. The thought of
Brenda naked on her knees slurping on my pud had me dripping even here and
now.
     A woman in a nice outfit came over and spoke quietly to Brenda. One of
the many hostesses this place boasted, she'd be telling Brenda about...
     Brenda exclaimed and turned to me. "I got to go, honey." she said to
me. "They have a class in the gym who's teaching the art of sensual
massage."
     I was interested. "I should go along."
     "Silly!" she tapped me on the nose. "If you come with me, I can't
surprise you tonight with the sensual massage."
     "Oh, jiminy!" I moaned. I would have said something stronger but that
didn't seem appropriate.
     "Now you stay out here and be a good boy for me." Brenda tapped my
nose again, "and I'll be back for you in time for lunch."
     "All right." I said, smiling like a moron. Which I guess I was, as I
watched my wife of only twenty-four hours turn around and walk off and
leave me behind at the poolside. Shit! Well, I was still pretty wiped out
by what had been the biggest fucking wedding I'd ever seen (and me the
groom at it), so I decided to take a nap.
     "Are you William Grantham?" a voice asked me.
     "Uh?"
     "Are you William Grantham?" the man asked again, patiently. Large,
swarthy, hairy as hell, he wore only an abbreviated black swimsuit and a
spaghetti-strap t-shirt. His arms were massive, tattoos adorned each bicep,
one a heart pierced with a sword dripping blood, the other a skull on
fire. His hair was black as mine, but where mine was straight, his was
heavily waved, nearly curly, and his mustache was like a comb above his
upper lip, thick and solid.
     "Yeah, I'm Will Grantham." I said.
     "Good." the man reached up and peeled off his t-shirt and dropped it
beside him. He was muscled but far from perfect, he was more the man who
worked all day at some heavy physical labor, then went to a bar to knock
back a few brews before he'd go home. "Suck my dick."
     "Huh?" I asked.
     He reached up and pulled his swimsuit down and raised back up, now he
was naked in front of me. "I said suck my dick, you fucking bastard."
     "What the hell?" I was dumbfounded. A classy resort like this, you
don't expect a refugee from a motorcycle bar or something coming at you,
and naked like this. He got straddle of my lounge chair and now his cock
was jutting out in front of him, the weight of it pulled its head down
until it touched my chest between my breasts.
     His massive hand reached down and caught my head and he shoved my face
at his crotch. "Come on, open up and suck it, pussy!"
     "Mmph, uph, uh, guh!" I forced my face away from his mass of pubic
hair, by turning my face to the side. "What the hell's going on? I don't
want to suck you! Shit!"
     Now he caught my hair with both hairs and forced my head
straight. "Open up and start sucking, damn it, and I said now!"
     "But I..." That was as far as I got. His cock caught my lip on the
"But" and when I said "I" that was when he shoved his cock into my mouth.
     God, it was nasty tasting. Hot, sweaty, smelly, unwashed! Gah, awful!
I coughed and sputtered but all he did was shove it in deeper, now the
glans was pressing at the back of my mouth, trying to force its way down my
throat.
     He gripped my hair tighter, and I winced from the sharp bark of pain
that hit me. "Now listen to me and listen good." he snarled at me. "You're
sucking my cock and you're sucking it right now. If you don't suck, I'll
shove it in so deep you fucking choke on it instead! Now get to sucking,
God damn it!"
     Something in me silenced itself at that, my resistance evaporated like
the light mist of your breath when you exhale onto a mirror, a brief
whitish tint on the glass, and then it's one with nothing to show. I moved
my head back and my lips tightened on his shaft, and when I did that, he
released the killer grip on my hair and my scalp lessened. With that
release from pain, my own grip on his cock tightened and with his hands to
help me stay on track, I began to suck on his cock. The sweaty flavor of it
transferred onto my tongue as I slid my lips up and down, I was breathing
in the heady, heavy aroma of his crotch as I slurped on him, my world, my
vision was cut off, all I saw was this hairy stomach, this thick bush, this
cock now shining with my saliva as I moved.
     "You find him?" came another voice.
     "Yeah, he's over here." the man I was sucking said back. "Come on."
     "You got him sucking you, huh?" said the man. This one was taller,
broader, sandy haired and nearly hairless on his chest, but the same rough,
almost cruel features warped his blue eyes into feral slits. I saw him only
in a triangular edge as he peered around the black-haired hairy beast of a
man straddling me.
     "Yeah, he's moving on it nicely now." my first assailant grunted. He
sneered down at me, master of my fate, controller of my body, owner of my
soul. "Why don't you ram him up the ass for me?" His hands caught me by the
ears and began to force me to suck him harder, faster, deeper! No more
choice for me, it was hang on, endure, serve him!
     I was beyond resistance as my legs were lifted and my swimsuit was
peeled down from me. My cock was hard as a rock and the second man only
chuckled as he revealed it, he grabbed it and squeezed it hard and I
grunted.
     "Yeah, he's ready for it." the second man observed. I felt my legs
placed on his shoulders, the dong pressing at my ass, the sudden bright
shudder of pain as he drove his cock into me. Lubrication on it, thank God,
I was no hands-around whore he was fucking. Well, I hadn't been this
morning!
     With a lot of effort, he got his prod driven in to the hilt. I felt
those balls slap my ass and I grunted, my ass clenched on him.
     "Ah, shit, hell, let me go, you fucker, let me go, shit!" the man
moaned.
     The man fucking my face laughed a hard, mean laugh. "You got to own
him to make him serve you." he snarled. "Got to take him down...like this!"
And as though he could choose the very instant of his climax, the cock in
my mouth exploded as the man moaned above me, but even in his moans the man
was laughing at me, his hands never releasing me or stopping their stride
as they drove my face onto his cock and back up again to plunge me down
again.
     And the hot jizz poured into me, I couldn't spit it out, couldn't
choke it away, all I could do...was drink. Clamping down tight as he moved,
I began to swallow as fast as I could. Hot splatters forced me to take more
than I was really ready for, but I kept gulping, making it go down, more,
more, more, God, more! And it was done, and the man was heaving hard,
panting, he let go of my head by shoving me back down to the lounge chair
beneath him.
     A hairy leg levered him off of me, and now I was face to face with the
sandy-haired man, he had been holding still, enjoying my ravishment as I
was forced to drink down the hairy man's come load. Now he stirred himself,
grinned evilly, and began to hump my ass. I lay there like a limp strand of
spaghetti under him, and he humped me with a fervor that belied my slack
body. When he reached his orgasm, he yanked his dong out of my ass, pumped
it and with a loud grunt, he squirted his spunk all over my chest. Done,
with the pearls of his jizz shining on me from breast to crotch, he barked
a laugh and said, "Thanks for the asshole, asshole!" and he walked off.
     Exhausted, I lay there for a time. I stirred when I heard Brenda's
voice. "God, Bill, look at you. I know this place is clothing optional, but
really!"
     I opened my eyes and blinked. "Brenda, you're back." I said hoarsely.
     "Yeah, and just in time, from the look of things." She appraised the
shining sheen upon my body and said, "You've been in the sun too long,
you're all sweaty. Go inside and wash up already! I'll be in after I check
out the gift shop."
     I got to my feet wearily, shuffled on my trunks again, wrapped my
towel around my shoulders and went to our room. A small cabin-like thing,
it was tucked discreetly over in one alcove formed by bushes and trees. All
the privacy a young couple in love could ask for.
     I walked into the room and inside were four men. Big, brawny guys
you'd expect to see sitting around a bar knocking back beers. "You William
Grantham?" one of them said.
     When I nodded numbly, his hand went up to his zipper. "About fucking
time you got here. I'm horny!"
     I was grabbed and thrown onto the bed, the four took turns ramming my
ass until it was raw and throbbing. Each man shot his wad onto my back as
he finished, and the last took pleasure in rubbing the loads of the prior
three well into my skin as he humped me. Done, he shot his load over and
smoothed it onto my come-saturated back and said, "We'd better get out of
here, your fat-ass wife will be back any minute."
     "Don't worry, the resort staff will keep her busy about the place
while we come visit." another one said as they prepared to leave. "Got a
line of men waiting for the chance to plug you, too. I figure you'll go
through about forty men before the end of the week."
     They left and I lay there, thoroughly ravished, and whispered
hoarsely. "Oh, my God!"
     But the next visitor was the resort manager. I was wearing a robe by
then, showered and resting my violated buttocks in the soft plush
chair. "Mr. Grantham, I am so sorry!" he practically blubbered, on the
verge of tears, real tears. "A clerk in our booking office made a
mistake. The, uh, special treatment you've been getting today was actually
intended for a Mr. Franklin and his wife, and your name, being next on the
list which is alphabetical on the computer, received the entry instead. We
of course won't charge you for the rather extraordinary services you've
been getting and we hope you'll stay on the rest of the week, you and your
wife, as our guests free of charge as compensation for your rather
unpleasant ordeal of today...."
     "Extraordinary services?" I interrupted. "What kind of deal did this
Mr. Franklin set up with you?"
     "You must understand, sir, that we of St. Blevins cater to every
taste, our government is quite understanding of the needs of its tourist
clientele which is our only source of revenue, you see...."
     "Yeah, but the service, this extraordinary service, what the devil is
it called?"
     "It is intended for a man trapped in a loveless marriage, whose wife
couldn't care less about him, and who craves the unvarnished attentions of
husky men. We import workers from the oil rigs about the Caribbean and they
get a free vacation during the week they are off work on the rigs, and we
get their services for our discriminating clients as you have seen."
     "But it's called?"
     "We call it our Major Escape Vacation.'" the man admitted. "You must
understand, that your own honeymoon need not be tarnished by this, we can
sweep everything that has happened completely under the carpet and your new
wife need never know, you can resume your planned vacation right away and
free of charge, as I said."
     "I see." I said, and rubbed my chin in thought.  "All right, we have a
deal, but on one condition...."
     When my wife came in about an hour later, heavily laden, she said,
"Oh, honey, I'm so tired, I shopped far more than I intended. I didn't know
that the gift shop the concierge mentioned was actually a major shopping
center with duty-free merchandise. I bought a few things, well, more than a
few, I hope you don't mind."
     I looked at my new wife, who had dodged me the entire first day of our
marriage, still a virgin far as I knew. And I smiled. "That's all right,
dear, I spent some money myself just now."
     "Yes?"
     "Yes, the rest of this honeymoon, we're on the Major Escape Vacation'
plan." I said. "What that means is, you'll get all kinds of special
attention from the staff the rest of our honeymoon, just like you got
today!"
     And as my new (virginal) wife beamed, I smiled myself. Thanks to the
"Major Escape Vacation," I was going to get plenty of special attention
myself!

				  THE END
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