Date: Thu, 8 Jul 2004 19:21:54 +0100 (BST) From: baz Subject: Tropical Double No attempt has been made to disguise the people or locations depicted in this story. If you recognised the place or are one of the people involved drop me as mail as I will be there again this year. All Comments are welcome: bazxl@yahoo.com Tropical Double Chapter One It was just after midnight, the hotel corridor was hot and sultry as I returned to my room. The poolside entertainment had just finished and a few people still lingered at the bar but the rest of the hotel was preparing for bed; lights dimmed, music muted. As I opened the door to my room the cool air from the conditioning unit was pleasant after the heat of the day. I threw my sweaty clothes into the corner and took a quick shower to freshen up. The cool clear droplets ran over my sun reddened skin. The shower gel washed way the dust of the day but I paid special attention to my crotch with possibilities forming in my mind. Indeed the 'possibilities' running through my brain also caused my cock to get hard. I worked the shower gel into my shaft and over my glans with each stroke. Harder and faster I jerked, my knees bending, my hips thrusting forward. No romance, no gentle loving care just raw physical need to shoot my load. My purple bell end swelled larger and I felt a throb deep inside. The muscles contracted and I saw a tiny pearl of cum at my piss slit. The seconds of tension passed holding me in ecstasy and then release. Jet after jet of thick cum shot out of my cock hitting the shower wall and being washed away by the spray. Slowly I returned to earth, satisfied for the time being. Feeling refreshed and clean I dressed in a white T shirt and jeans and was just about to leave when I had second thoughts. From my bag I took out a blister pack and popped one small blue tablet into my mouth and washed and it down with mineral water. As always, even at this late hour, there were taxis waiting outside the hotel lobby. I got into the one at the front of the queue and in my halting Spanish instructed the driver "Yumbo Centre por favor" I was sure that after having many thousands of tourists in the back of his cab he would have been perfectly able to understand my request in any one of several languages but I felt incumbent that when in Rome I should do as the Romans do (or at least try). He nodded, smiled and reset the meter; driving off, as is the custom, at breakneck speed. Within a few minutes we had arrived at the Yumbo shopping centre and I handed over the fare. Despite the night air being a little cooler, I felt hot and flushed but I knew from experience that this would quickly pass. The Yumbo centre is a large general shopping centre during the day but as night falls and the shops close the dark windowed clubs and bars begin to open and the lower levels become a gay paradise, all tastes catered for. I walked down the steep concrete steps to the lowest level of the centre where most of the clubs and bars were situated. At the first bar to the right I stood and watched the drag queens encourage punters to join in the Karaoke and loose their inhibitions; there was no shortage of slightly drunken takers. A doorway next to the Karaoke bar caught my attention, particularly its chain-link curtain; I did not need a sign to tell me it was a sex shop. The multilingual sign did give me the additional information that there was a video room. I hesitated, but this was the reason I was here. Out of the blue, I saw him, nothing special, just an ordinary bloke, but beautiful brown eyes; who am I kidding? He was gorgeous. He looked familiar but I could not place him, yet neither could I get him out of my mind. I'm generally passive but I really wanted to fuck the arse off him, he just brought that out in me. He walked through the chain curtain and was gone. I repositioned my cock upright in my pants to be less obvious as it was tenting my trousers and then I followed him. There was no sign of him in the shop so I assumed he had gone into the 'video' room. I handed the man my 7 Euro and he pointed to a door in the corner. The first thing I noticed on entering was the darkness; all I could see was a small booth to my left so I darted in and locked the door behind me. The cubicle was illuminated by a small television set on a high shelf. A toilet roll hung from the wall by a string and the overflowing bin in the corner left me in no doubt that the heady overwhelming aroma was of cum. I sat on the vinyl covered bench and watched the grainy old porn on the TV. Sure I was hard but it had little to do with the video. I decided to venture forth and see what else was on offer. As I left the booth I noticed another immediately next to it, the door half open but I passed quickly by, my eyes now getting used to the gloom. I found myself standing in a central room with seating and a large TV showing the same old gay porn flic I had just left. I thought I was alone but as I looked back towards the booths I saw a line of stools set back in the shadows and 3 guys sitting on them looking into the second booth. I took the fourth stool just in time to see my brown-eye boy leaving. I was just about to follow him when I noticed that the other three guys all had their cocks in their hands and were slowly stroking. Following their gaze I looked into the open door of the booth. Kneeling on a bench, head down, was a slim young man, head shaved, totally smooth pale body. I noticed a chain hanging from clips biting into each erect nipple. Standing behind the spread wide arse cheeks was a large hairy man, naked except for a leather cock and ball strap. The veins on his thick shaft throbbed as the tight strap caused his naturally massive cock to look even bigger. Bull balls forced low in his sack by the broad scrotal collar; the picture was completed by a heavy gauge Prince Albert ring obscenely pasing through the wide spread piss lips. The organ was glossy with lube and the lad's hole flexed in anticipation. With one thrust, he was skewered by the rigid cock and cried out at the force of penetration. Not giving the lad any chance to adjust to his size, top man began pumping into the stretched fuck chute without mercy. Each time the cock invaded the battered hole the smooth lad groaned at the pain, or was it pleasure. It was then that I noticed the smooth lad's hard cock between his legs; not only hard but dripping long threads of cock juice; now I was sure they were groans of pleasure. Like the other 3 guys I was jerking my cock, my hand was soon replaced by that of the guy to my left and in return, I took a firm grip of his hot dick. We stroked in time to the guy getting fucked and the rhythm was becoming faster. Top guy reached around and tugged on the chain causing the nipple clips to bite and pull more cruelly. Smooth lad cried out and started to cum. Jet after jet of thick jizz landed on the black bench beneath him. Top man thrust harder and faster, and then froze, his monster cock buried deep in the lad's hole. I had no doubt that the well-fucked hole was being filled to overflowing with spunk. The cock in my hand jerked and I felt him cumming; some cum shooting out, still more running down my still wanking hand. I was close to cumming too but my partner, lost in his own orgasmic pleasure, had stopped jerking my cock. Without warning he jumped off the stool, packed his cock away and left, leaving me rock hard and unsatisfied. This whole thing was just not me - sure it was exciting in a way but it was just not enough to make me want to stay and try my luck with someone else. With difficulty I got my unfulfilled erection back into my pants, made myself presentable and left the tawdry shop. Thinking my best bet for satisfaction was my own hand I decided to return to the hotel for a wank. Again, I had no problem finding a taxi but the driver could not but notice the bulge in my trousers and smiled broadly for the whole of the journey. It was with great relief from my embarrassment that I paid the fare with a larger then usual tip and a mumbled "gracias". Chapter Two On entering the hotel lobby I immediate came face to face with my brown-eye boy. I now remembered that I had seen him here in the hotel! He looked at the bulge in my pants and grinned broadly. He greeted me in slightly broken English (he was German). I could not believe my luck; he must have seen me in the video shop, recognised me and was waiting for me to return. I gladly accepted his offer of a drink in his room. No sooner was the drink in my hand than he removed his t-shirt. He was smooth and honey coloured, his skin a beautiful golden brown matching his eyes. Seeing the persistent bulge at my crotch as a green light he removed his shorts and lay back on the bed in his closely fitting boxers. The thin cotton material did little to hide his excitement. The crotch showed the outline of large heavy balls and a thick semi hard cock. Putting my drink down I followed his example and stripped but I had dressed for action (commando). As I removed my trousers my cock jumped up and Eric's large brown eyes snapped to focus on it. I moved to the bed and lay down next to him. We kissed and hugged, our bodies intertwining. Both clearly very horny, we rubbed our cocks against each other as we frantically locked lips. Eric was now fully hard and his boxers were in the way, he broke away to slip them off giving me time to admire him. He was no Adonis or athlete, just an ordinary guy; but what a cock! Maybe 7 thick inches of ivory pale shaft crowned with a large purple glans, deep wide piss slit, moist with pre-cum. It throbbed and I watched a drop of cock juice run down the shaft. Leaning forward I licked it off; then continued licking known the shaft burying my face in his sack. I licked and sucked on his sweaty ball sack until he begged me to suck his cock again. I did not need much encouragement and move back to take his glorious bell end into my mouth. I sucked him to the root then pulled back working on his glans with my tongue until he moaned he was going to cum, so I stopped and left him high and dry. I can fuck with the best of them but I am not essentially a top. I like a cock up my hole and it feels good but Eric brought out a different side of me. I flipped him over and pulled his hips up so his arse was in the air and I was kneeling behind him. I spit on his hole and set to work with my tongue, pushing it in and getting him good and relaxed and slippery. His moans and groans were muffled as his head was pressed into the pillow but he was enjoying my tongue fuck. My own cock throbbed and jerked and I just got my hand to it as I pumped out a load of lube. Rubbing most of the lube over my cock I placed it at his fuck cute and pressed firmly in. Spit and pre-cum are not the perfect lube for easy access but a sudden jerk of my hip forced my swollen cock head to pass his ring; he gave a little cry. I stopped, holding my cock just inside him; maybe I should pull out because that cry was being repeated over and over again. Muffled and accented but now I began to understand the words he was crying "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" I started to long dick him; sliding the full length of my cock into him and slowly pulling back. Relentlessly thrusting in and out, slowly but oh so pleasurably for us both. On my forward stroke I felt his arse tighten around my cock and he would shudder. I guessed I was hitting his pleasure button so I aimed for the spot each time and his moaning increased. Soon he was bucking his arse towards me so I started to fuck him faster. Despite being very much engrossed I could not fail to be distracted by the door opening and someone coming into the room. My cock still in Eric's arse I stopped to turn and look - it was Eric. I did a double take - yes it was Eric but I was also fucking Eric. The new Eric began to speak as he was removing his clothes. "I saw you at the video store tonight but you must have got back before me, at least you found my twin brother to keep you entertained until I arrived". Johan was naked and he was an identical twin in all respects. He produced a tube of lube and coated his mirror image cock. I stated fucking Eric again but soon felt slippery fingers probing my hole, thrusting into me as I fucked into Eric. I stopped while Johan lined up his cock to my hole and made a rapid forced entry. My tight hole burned for a moment then I just felt full. With some difficulty we got a rhythm going, I fucked forward into Eric and then back fucking myself onto Johan's stiff rod. There was no chance of me lasting long with my cock in Eric's tight pussy and Johan pounding my prostate but I was doing my best to hold off. Suddenly Eric lifted his head off the pillow and tried to straighten up, his arse gripped my cock rhythmically and I knew he was cumming. This was just too much for me to resist and my balls began pumping out my load into his spasming hole. In turn, my arse gripped Johan's cock and milked it hard. Just as I was finished filling his brother's fuck chute with my jizz Johan began to pump his hot man cream into me. The 3 of us were still hard, our orgasms extended by the continued stimulation, throbbing hard cocks and sloppy cum filled holes. Eventually we were all drained and collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed, the aroma of cum and sweat heavy in the tropical night air. Sticky and hot, we let the cool air play over us, content to savour our own post orgasmic reverie. Like me, both the lads were thinking how lucky it was to have got together on the second night of our stay; we still had 12 day and nights to enjoy each other. My mind was racing as I thought of all the possible combinations . . . .