Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 23:08:38 -0500 From: Buddy Shay Subject: Oceans (M/F, M/M, M/F/F, F/M/M) OCEANS By Tom Shay Oceans It hit me like a tidal wave. I was wrapped up in the night at the tiki bar on the beach. Tropical music mingled with the sea's crashes in a drunken melody. I saw him from across the bar, a lithe cleanly shaved chest barely covered by a white short sleeve button up, with the top three buttons left undone. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. I started stirring, pressing against my shorts. We made eye contact and the world stopped. I tried to smile, but I think it came out a sheepish grin. He smiled back. The bartender handed him two drinks: a bottle of beer and a daiquiri. She walked up behind him and my moment ended. She was a short brunette with a bulging neon green bikini top and an easy smile. He handed her her drink and they started kissing. She had her back to me. They stopped and he whispered something in her ear, holding eye contact with me all the while. He smiled at me, shrugged his shoulders, and led her away into the crowded dance floor. Two nights later I was back at the bar, enjoying the music and the energy of the dancers with the waves in the distance making love to the sand. I saw them again, making their way onto the bar from the beach. She was wearing the same bikini top with a striped beach towel wrapped around her slim waist. He was naked except for a pair of black swim trunks bulging to the left. They made their way to the bar to my rising heartbeat. I couldn't take my eyes off them. He saw me and smiled in recognition. They took two vacant stools beside me and ordered a Bud Light and a tequila sunrise. "Hey, I'm Mark, and this is my girlfriend, Rochelle." "I'm Trevor." We smiled and shook hands. Talking about ourselves I learned that he was a trial lawyer from Richmond and that she was an aerobics instructor. I explained that I was still in school to become a philosophy professor but that I was taking the summer off to unwind before beginning my thesis on Schopenhauer's contributions to the spread of Asian mysticism into the West. They said it was a mouth full and asked if I wanted to go up to their room for a couple of beers. Walking beside them along the beach to their hotel, we talked polite nothings and joked about being tourists. The ocean bathed my feet as we walked and talked. I was closest to Mark, while Rochelle kept smiling and trying to keep my attention. She was beautiful, and while I never stopped liking girls I guess I had given up on getting them, so I was flattered and scared by her attentions all at the same time. Mark was easy going and obviously buzzing. We brushed fingers a couple of times, and Mark held Rochelle tighter. Their hotel room was as large as my apartment back home. It had a separate bedroom and even a kitchenette. Mark passed out a couple of beers and Rochelle turned on the radio and sat beside me with her right arm thrown over the back of the couch. Mark opened the sliding door and let in the soothing sound of waves pounding the beach below and took a seat on the other side of me. We relaxed and talked about our hometowns, what we did for fun, and other nothings. I told them about the trouble that I had been having with Roger before we had broken up and they told me about some of their experiences being bi in Virginia. I guess it was because we were swapping war stories, but I felt closer to these two than I felt toward most of the people I had ever known. There was a camaraderie in the room, one that I felt I had been missing for quite some time. There was a fast-paced dance song on the radio and Rochelle asked if I'd dance with her. I apologized in advance for my lack of rhythm and hit the floor with gusto. We started grinding, our legs entwined, and I felt her heat spread over me like the soft waves in the morning. My erection pressed tightly against her thigh before she turned around and ground her ass into it. Mark was watching from the couch licking his lips. I felt his hands brush my hips as he held on and danced with us. His erection pressed tight against my cheek before he slid it between them. I was throbbing, rubbing Rochelle while being rubbed in turn. Rochelle reached behind her and pulled my face nearer for a kiss. Mark started nibbling my right ear, his breath hot against my neck. I slid my hands up along Rochelle's sides and squeezed her breasts tightly. I hadn't been with a woman in years, but I was going with the flow. A part of me was worried that I wasn't doing it right, but I put it behind me and got lost in the moment. Mark pulled off my shirt while Rochelle took off her top and, turning, wrapped her arms around me. I slid my tongue past her lips and gently toyed with her nipple. Mark had one hand on my cock, and the other working on the button of my shorts. They slid off easily. I kicked off my sandals and ran my tongue down Rochelle's body while I pulled down her bikini bottoms. Naked, Mark and Rochelle led me to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mark and I put condoms on each other and started necking. Rochelle leaned in between us from behind and gave both of us butterfly kisses on the cheek. Mark was the first to break away, kissing the right side of Rochelle's face while I licked and sucked on her left nipple. She leaned back and the three of us lay down. I reached across Rochelle and started gently stroking Mark's long cock, while Rochelle stroked mine in turn. Mark had his hand greedily on Rochelle's sex and was inserting two fingers. She was starting to moan, grinding herself into Mark's hand while I played with her breasts. "I want you inside of me," Rochelle moaned while she pulled my face up and kissed me. while I mounted Rochelle I felt Mark's hand move from Rochelle to me and guide me into her. I felt myself pass the lips and into the smooth caverns beyond. I was met by Rochelle's rising orgasm. Mark sat up behind me and started nibbling my ear while massaging my anus. I was torn between my desire to thrust deeper into Rochelle and to back into him. Mark mounted me while I was still inside Rochelle. I spread my legs eagerly, pulling Rochelle's hips up and allowing me to thrust deeper into her. Her legs were atop my own. The tip of Mark's cock pressed through my anus and my insides gripped him tightly. Without lubrication this usually hurt like hell, but I was so sweaty from Rochelle that he slid in easily. His thrusts pushed me deeper into Rochelle while my cock swelled inside her. She moaned eagerly. She was approaching orgasm again. Mark was thrusting faster; I could feel his cock start to tighten inside of me rubbing my prostate. Then he started vibrating, shooting cum. His orgasm reached my prostate and I came like a wildcat inside Rochelle, who started coming herself. Our breath was hot against each other while we removed ourselves and lay on either side of Rochelle. She looked at us dreamily and wrapped her arms around us. The three of us kissed and lay back into our pillows, holding and stroking each other gently. I felt more liberated than I had felt in years and couldn't help lying there with a goofy grin on my face. God, what a great vacation!