Date: Thu, 6 Mar 1997 22:14:07 -0500 (EST)
From: Bobaroo2@aol.com
Subject: The Divers

My friend Steve and I had spent a few days on the small island of Cayman
Brac, where we had relaxed and worked on our tans.   Then we took a quick
flight to Grand Cayman where the snorkeling was better.  It was still pretty
early in the morning when we pulled into the hotel lot, and the divers were
heading toward the dock for the morning scuba trip.  Just in front of us a
beefy muscleman came from around the corner of the building.  He had no shirt
on and he was holding a tank from each hand.  His triceps were taut as he
walked down to the water.  Close behind him was another guy who was carrying
the rest of the gear.  He was not as big as the first guy, but he had a trim
sinewy body and a nice  chest.  Steve and I turned to each other and said,
"All right!"  These guys looked great, and I was sure that they were gay.

Steve and I checked in and went out for the day.  We came back later that
afternoon to snorkel off the hotel's dock.  Just as we got to the ladder
going into the water, two divers reached the ladder from in the water and we
waited for them to come up.  I bent down to grab the fins the first guy had
taken off.  When he came up he smiled and said, "Thanks, much."  It turned
out to be the second guy we had seen that morning.  He started wriggling out
of the tight top of the wetsuit that he had on.  I didn't mind that his buddy
was taking a long time coming up.  This guy had the sculptured torso of a
Greek statue that was a pleasure to watch.  Each muscle rippled underneath
his smooth skin as he pulled off the top of the wetsuit, revealing a nicely
sculpted chest.  On his right upper arm was a tattoo -- the two masks that
represent comedy and tragedy.  It turned out that the person he had been out
with wasn't the bruiser we had seen that morning, unfortunately. 

Later, Steve and I showered and talked about the two we had seen.  Steve and
I are casual fuck buddies, getting off every now and then.  We travel well
together and both like snorkelling, so that's what brought us to the island.
 We joked about getting together with the two humpy divers and going down
further than we had ever gone before.  It was getting close to sunset, so we
decided to go down to the oceanside bar to watch it from there.

We bought beers and sat at a table near the seawall, facing toward the sun
which was starting to turn orange.  Behind us someone said, "Another perfect
sunset."  I turned around and it was the guy with the tattoo, with his big
buddy alongside of him.  He smiled at me when he recognized me from the dock,
and I said, "Yeah, I could get used to looking at something this perfect."

His smile broadened and he said, "Hi, I'm Dave, and this is Jeff."  
"I'm Bob," I replied, "And this is Steve.  Why don't you join us?"

They pulled up two chairs and we started talking about the Cayman Islands,
diving versus snorkelling, and the different types of fish that we had seen.
 Both of them were wearing loose fitting tank tops that showed off their
tanned bodies.  Dave had light brown hair, full lips, and hazel eyes.  From
our earlier encounter I knew that he was just a bit taller than my 5'9".
 Jeff was taller, about 6'1" or 6'2".  Jeff's closely cropped hair was black,
and his eyes were a dark brown.  This was the first time since the morning
that Steve and I got a good look at him.  He clearly worked out very
seriously.  His chest was deep and broad.  His wide shoulders were exposed by
the tank top, and the different heads of the deltoids were clearly separated.
 His arms were thick with power.  When he lifted his bottle to drink, Jeff's
biceps bunched up into a nice mountain of muscle, even though it wasn't fully
flexed.  The veins stood out on his arms like ropes.  He was a buffed god and
he looked great.  They were in their late twenties, about ten years younger
than Steve and I.  

I could tell that they were checking us out as much as we were checking them.
 Steve and I work out at the same gym back home, and we both have tight, slim
bodies.  Steve is 5'11" and has blonde curly hair that's beginning to get a
little grey in it.  He has a thick moustache and a strong square chin.  I've
got dark brown hair and a beard and steel grey eyes.  Neither of us are big,
but like I said we have nice definition in our muscles and flat taut
stomachs.  Not bad for two guys pushing forty.

While we had been talking the sun had set, and the glow in the clouds had
darkened to a deep purple.  Dave said, "We have a bottle of rum up in our
room.  How about sitting on the balcony there?  It's definitely cheaper than
the overpriced drinks here at the bar."

Steve and I needed no extra encouragement.  Maybe our earlier joking about
"sex on the beach" was going to come true.  We headed up to one of the units
and into their room.  Jeff put some ice in glasses and Dave poured rum and
mixers in.  We toasted each other and drank.  None of us had made much effort
to go out on the balcony.  It was cool in the air conditioned room after the
humidity outside, and besides, we were all anticipating who would make the
first move.  I decided to get the ball rolling, so to speak.

"Jeff, you obviously really work out a lot.  Why not give us a show and flex
for us?" I asked.  Steve agreed and Dave smiled.

Jeff stood up, apparently happy to oblige.  He pulled the tank top over his
head and stood before us in tight shorts.  He brought his arms up, clenched
his fists, and struck a double biceps pose.  His guns were thick and bigger
than I expected when fully flexed.  Steve whistled and I clapped as he puffed
out his chest in a side pose, his pecs jutting out above his washboard
stomach.  His thighs were massive and cut, striations of muscle springing
into relief as he tensed his upper leg.  I could feel my cock stirring in my
shorts as he showed off his hot body.  Dave had moved to get a better view
over onto the king-sized bed that Steve was lying on.  He started stroking
Steve's leg as Jeff finished with a most muscular pose.

By now I was quite excited and I stood and walked up to Jeff.  "Can I feel
that big arm?" I asked.  He flexed it again and I ran my hand over the big
peak that formed.  It was amazingly hard as I grasped it, running my hand
over the biceps and around underneath to the triceps.  My cock was now stiff
in my shorts, and I could see that Jeff's dick was hardening too.  I pulled
him back towards the bed, where Steve and Dave were now kissing, their arms
around each other.  Then I noticed that Dave's shorts, somewhat baggy, were
starting to swell in front.

"Big Dave looks like he's having a good time," Jeff said.  I thought it was a
joke they had between them, since Jeff was the far bigger man.  By  now Steve
had the button of Dave's shorts open and he started pulling down the zipper.
 Our attention was riveted by what was revealed.  I even forgot about Jeff's
hard muscles.  Dave's underwear was packed full of an enormous cock and
balls.  How had we missed it earlier?  The head was poking out from the
waistband.  The head was almost the size of a child's fist!  Steve and I
watched as the angry purple-red head continued to push up along Dave's
washboard abs.  It passed his navel and Steve pulled Dave's briefs down so
that his large balls flopped free.  I understood why Jeff had called him Big
Dave - his fully erect cock must have been 13 inches long!  I sat on the edge
of the bed and reached out to the meaty prong that was throbbing as blood
pumped through the thick veins that snaked down the shaft.  If felt almost as
hard as Jeff's biceps!  Steve reached over and we both ran our hands along
the rigid cock, caressing the big head that was starting to leak pre-cum as
Dave sighed.

I felt Jeff reach around from behind me and he pressed one of his beefy arms
against my side as he started to squeeze one of my nipples.  I turned and
held onto his upper arms as he bent down to kiss me.  This was working out
perfectly.  Steve has always been a bit of a size queen, and I've always been
a size queen of a different sort, lusting after bodybuilders and
weightlifters.  Now we were both in heaven!  Jeff pushed me down onto the bed
and positioned his gigantic body above mine without interrupting the kiss
that  had our tongues swirling around each other, probing deeply into each
other's mouths.  I reached around his back and felt the massive slabs of
muscles that defined his lats and traps.  I turned my head a little and got a
 glimpse of Dave and Steve in a 69 position.  Dave was feeding more and more
of his enormous tool down Steve's throat while tonguing Dave's  8 inch shaft.
 My own 7 incher was pressed tightly against Jeff's rock hard midsection.
 Jeff tucked his own hefty hard on between my legs and then slowly thrust it
in and out between my legs, massaging my balls with it and causing his abs to
rub against my cock.  The pre-cum that leaked out of me helped lubricate my
dick and the sensation got even better.

"I need to get fucked by that giant cock," Steve said.  "Shove that rod deep
inside me!"  Dave grinned and rolled off so he could reach the night table.
 He took out some rubbers and lube.  He tossed the lube to Steve, who began
to grease his asshole, inserting first one, then two, then three fingers.
 Dave started unrolling a rubber onto his prick and I said, "Better make it
four fingers, Steve.  It looks like you're really going to get fucked."

Jeff lowered himself down onto me so that almost his full weight was pressing
me into the mattress.  "What about you?  Want this musclecock ramming your
ass?"  
"Yeah, big man.  Fuck me hard, hard cock on a hard body," I panted.
Jeff grabbed another condom and tore it open while I reached for the lube.
 While I was getting ready for Jeff's dick, Dave started pressing the thick
head of his monster dick against Steve's butthole.  Suddenly, Steve's ass
relaxed enough and the head was inside.  Just then my attention was brought
back to Jeff who had his own big dick pressing into me.  I raised my legs
onto his broad shoulders and tried pushing back as he forced into me.  At
first it hurt a bit, but Jeff pulled out a little, pushed in a little more,
until my ass was soon used to his thick tool.  Then I really  began to enjoy
the ride.  I felt all over his hard body as his thrusts became deeper and
deeper.  The striations of his buffed muscles stood out as he started
slamming me hard.

I saw that Steve had managed to take all of Dave's big cock, and his large
ballsac was slapping against Steve's ass as Dave drove his prick all the way
in to the hilt.  I squirted some of the lube on my own tool and started
stroking it in time to Jeff's pounding.  He supported himself on one arm and
grabbed my cock with the free hand, taking over my jerk off session.  I was
completely in the control of this muscle stud.  He was expert at teasing my
cock head on each upstroke, so that I started moaning from the incredible
sensations of his fucking and jerking.  His thrusts were coming faster and
harder now, and from the way he was breathing I knew he was about to shoot
his load.  I urged him on, saying, "Come on big man.  Fuck my ass with that
big dick.  Ram that power cock in me and make me shoot!"

"Ugh, UGh, UGHH!" he bellowed and then I felt his cock starting to let loose.
 That sent me over the edge myself as his hand kept jerking my cock.  I shot
a big wad of cum that landed on my shoulder.  It was followed by several more
squirts as he milked my dick of cum which shot against his hard body, some
falling back onto me. He slowed the movement of his hips until he came to a
stop, his cock still inside my ass.  Gradually he started to soften, and he
pulled out while we kissed.

Dave and Steve had been able to keep it up longer than us, and now Jeff and I
turned our attention to the savage fucking that Steve was getting from Dave's
huge prick.  Dave's cock was like a piston piledriving into Steve's ass.
 They were both covered in sweat, despite the air conditioning, and they
gasped and groaned with each thrust of the gigantic erection.  

"You want me to cum in your ass, man?"  Dave asked.  "You want this giant
dick shooting scum deep inside you?"

"Yeah, yeah, fill me with the cum from your big cock!  Shoot! Shoot!"  
As he said this Steve started to cum himself.  The first spasm sent a load
arcing through the air.

"Take this spunk!" Dave yelled and I could tell from how he started bucking
that he was cumming.  Steve's own load continued to gush out of his cock,
thick white blobs dripping onto his heaving chest.

Finally Dave stopped his fucking and began the long pull out of Dave's
insides.  He dropped exhausted onto the bed between Steve and where Jeff and
I lay entwined.  We lay together, kissing each other, feeling each other's
tanned, hard bodies.  Eventually I propped myself up on my elbow.

"How long are you guys here for?" I asked.

"We go back on Sunday morning," Jeff replied.  "What about you?"

"The same," I said.

"Great, then we'll be able to mix and match every partner and position," Dave
 said with a smile.  And I started to get a little hard again thinking of my
turn with that big cock, as well as my chance to fuck big Jeff.