Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2014 18:16:11 +0200
From: Bion Given <biogenius7@gmail.com>
Subject: Fucking in the Aquarium

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Fucking in the Aquarium

My hair was not thinning, I was secure in my job and I have reached most of
the goals I set out for myself at the age of 20. What explanation could
justify why was I sitting beside my wife in an airplane googling symptoms
of a mid-life crisis? According to the wealth of information provided by
the internet, men in a mid-life crisis experienced some form of emotional
transition which caused them to take stock of their life.

So I took stock of my life, and I was exactly where I planned to be at 35.
I had the wife, my kids, the house and the stable job. I guess that's
probably why I felt as if I was in a mid-life crisis; I had achieved
everything I `thought' I wanted. This left me feeling like I had no
direction in life. My life felt mediocre and redundant. Chains and whips
seemed to spice up the lives of others overcoming similar problems though
they were certainly were not going to help me overcome my apparent mid-life
crisis. My wife Michelle was great, we rarely fought. We had seemed to have
found what makes each other tick and we know exactly when to give each
other space. My theory was that we had become complacent in our marriage so
that was probably the root cause of my mid-life crisis. Either that, or the
fact that she sounded like a twelve year old girl when she would grip my
chest during sex squealing `'fuck me harder, Chris." Maybe chains and whips
were never going to work in this relationship, but I sure wouldn't mind
gagging her while I fucked her lights out. Even though she turned into a
squeamish twelve year old during sex, and even after 13 years of marriage I
still loved her. She knew me inside out, she knew exactly what I loved, how
to hit exactly the right spots to calm me down with a good back massage and
she certainly was a brilliant mother- without a doubt a better parent than
I ever could be. I hated to admit this but I think I was just bored.

I decided to not let the mini squabble occurring in my head to affect my
holiday. I was just going to forget my apparent boredom with my life and
enjoy my vacation to Durban with my family. I willed myself into believing
that this vacation would `cure' me of my mid-life crisis and that all I
needed was a little change in routine. Maybe I should just shut up and stop
over-analysing everything.

Durban really was the perfect change of pace for my family. Every day was
gloriously sunny and the laid back days spent at the beach proved to be
ample relaxation time.

My kids had been harping at me the last couple days to visit the water
theme park- Ushaka Marine World.  I finally relented and found myself
forking out quite a bit to pay the entrance fees for my entire family. The
theme park consisted of a string of shops and restaurants called the
village walk, a large ship that encased an aquarium, a petting zoo,
snorkelling lagoon and my personal favourite the water park area which was
called the Wet `n Wild.

We made our way to the aquarium first. We entered the aquarium at the side
of a giant ship only to find Misty, the skeleton of a giant whale, then
made our way toward a sign welcoming us to the `bottom of the ocean'. Next
came the impressive bits, the aquarium was designed as a labyrinth of
highly realistic shipwrecks. The giant tanks housing the aquatic species
provided most of the light which added to dark effect of being in a
shipwreck.

"Daddy" my son yelled. I rushed over to the little tank where my son and
daughter stood with fear that one of them had gotten hurt or worse. "Daddy,
look its Nemo."

I signed; these damn kids could be so dramatic. My daughter being the odd
ball that she is found the Moray eel tank the most fascinating while I had
to all but drag my wife away from the luminous jellyfish tanks. I
personally found nothing better than to watch those fierce muscular sharks
swim so calmly in their massive tank. Maybe it was my brain relating these
large fierce creatures to my hidden yearning for a taut muscular man, or
maybe I was just over-analysing everything again. Every time those fierce
creatures passed you, it felt like their eyes were piercing your soul.

To our disappointment, we found out that the shark feeding would only take
place at noon. My wife suggested we make our way to the Wet `n Wild and
come back later for the shark feeding.

The Wet `n Wild consisted of pools and various water rides. I left my kids
at the kiddies section while my wife settled on a recliner to read a book,
unfortunately I married a women who found adrenalin inducing water parks
completely terrifying.

With my wife and kids taken care of, I was left to my own devices. I began
sampling each ride. The lines were quite short for my first two rides but
the crowds were slowly beginning to come in and I found myself often
waiting nearly 20 minutes in long queues just to hop on a ride. I wasn't
complaining though, I found myself with 20 minutes to check out the
muscular back of the blonde guy in orange shorts in front of me. He had his
shorts on fairly low revealing his sweaty hairy crack to me.  He was
talking animatedly to his brown haired friend about which ride was the
scariest. He looked quite young, probably early twenties.

"The tunnel ride is scariest' Orange shorts said to his friend."

"No way dude, the torpedo way more scary." His friend replied

These two definitely had it all wrong so I decided to chip in, plus I
really just wanted to chat to this hot blonde. "The Drop Zone is easily the
scariest, nothing beats an 18 metre drop" I stated rather matter-of-factly.

Just I like that, I was sucked in their little conversation. This gave me
the chance to really check out this hot blonde. He had nicely developed
pecs and well built arms. Unfortunately there was no abs but his stomach
was definitely solid. His hair was cropped short and a very light beard
which would probably go unnoticed unless you really studied his face like I
was doing right now. He really was a very handsome man. I looked up at him,
into those bright blue eyes; he seemed to be looking intently at me as
well. into my soul? Fuck- I think I found my shark.

If I wasn't mistaken, he did actually check out my pecs and biceps which
were relatively larger and hairier than him. He did have some chest fuzz
along the clefts of his chest that ran down toward his treasure trail but
being blonde it was barely noticeable. I had much darker hair along my
chest which I kept trimmed. My wife liked the hair but she also didn't want
me to look like big foot.

As we neared the top of the ride, I realised it was a group ride. There
were large tubes which could hold 4-6 people. Everyone was getting in it in
groups.

"Damn, I didn't know this was a group ride." I turned to leave and Orange
Shorts gripped my arm. I sure as hell was not going to be a fool and ride
one alone.

"You can ride with us man."

My face lit up and I thanked them. When we got our tube onto the massive
slide, Orange Shorts decided the ride was far too tame for him; he stood up
and gripped the side handles. He began swaying the tube so that it began
reaching the very edges of the slide. The tube swayed a lot more and rocked
us all about. The brown haired friend lost his grip and crashed into us,
causing Orange Shorts to fall face first. Orange Shorts gripped my arm
trying to balance himself, but it only brought me down with him. He fell
forward and I got pulled down with him.  My face fell straight into his
hairy crack, with my nose nestled between the fleshy mounds of his ass. I
could smell the sweat and chlorine from the water. I wondered what it must
be like if I had my nose in here when his ass had not spent the entire day
in chlorine. My cock became a little chubbier at that thought.  I wanted to
leave my face there forever but I had to get up. His brown haired friend
offered us a hand and we all laughed off the silly behaviour of Orange
Shorts.

We exited the slide, and thanked them for letting me ride with them. They
headed off and I stood awhile to check out Orange Shorts ass one last
time. He turned around and I froze. Fuck! He waved and I thought I caught a
knowing smirk on his face.

I checked my watch and I realised I was late for the shark feed. I raced
toward the kiddies section. I could not find the kids or my wife
anywhere. I figured they must have left since I was late so I made my way
back to the aquarium.

The viewing area around the large shark tanks is quite spacious but the
holiday period brought in many tourists hence the viewing area was
completely crowded. I spotted a gap, a small space between two large brown
barrels, behind a bald dressed in formal clothes. I squeezed between the
barrels and tried to peer over the bald man to try and watch the shark
feeding. I cursed myself for losing track of time; I could have been right
up front with my family watching it clearly.

"Sharks may prefer certain types of foods but may adjust their diet when
their regular food sources become rare"

The animal trainer droned on about some other shark facts but I couldn't
concentrate on what he was saying as I was so perplexed at the bald man's
choice of attire. Most of the crowd had come in from the Wet `n Wild
leaving most of the crowd shirtless or in some form of swim ware. The bald
man wore black dress pants and a long sleeved heat. What person in their
right mind dressed like that on a visit to the aquarium!

I felt hands grip my shoulder and felt someone push up against me trying to
peer over me. People were still streaming into the already packed shark
viewing area. I looked behind to find none other the Orange Shorts trying
hard to catch a glimpse of the shark feed over my shoulder. Orange Shorts
was shoved hard against me from behind. I had to grip both the barrels to
keep from toppling over.

"Sorry man." Orange Shorts apologized, "these guys in the back are really
getting rough."

"It's ok, don't sweat it dude"

I turned my attention back to shark feed but I could still feel the close
proximity of Orange Shorts to my own body. He was shoved hard against me
once again, this time he gripped my waist to steady and I had to keep hold
of the barrels to keep from falling over. I felt the hard muscles of his
chest against my back. I was also certain I could feel his cock rub up
against my ass. I could feel my own cock hardening and straining against
the confines of my own shorts. It was so unfair to Orange Shorts for me to
be the only one with a rock hard cock.

I ground my ass against his crotch, rubbing my ass up and down the length
of his cock. I heard him stifle a moan. He pushed in his crotch deep into
my ass in response. Now it was my turn to stifle a moan. Now we were both
rock hard and Orange Shorts was practically thrusting his hard cock into my
shorts.

I lowered my shorts exposing my ass to him and felt his bare cock against
rub against my ass. I guess Orange Shorts didn't need encouragement from
me, he had his cock out primed and ready to fuck me. I heard him spit into
his hand, and then felt him stroking his cock against my ass. He pushed his
wet cock toward the entrance of my ass. He gripped my waist for leverage
and began pushing in.

I was far too tight and he could not get his cock inside me. I spat in my
hand and reached behind me to stroke him make his cock slicker. His cock
felt great in my hand as I stroked him. His length was impressive and his
cock felt big and veiny. I wasn't sure how I was going to keep quiet in
this crowd of people with his monster thrusting inside my ass.

He knocked my hand away and lined his cock up against my asshole once again
and prepared for his second assault. This time his cock popped into my
asshole and I gasped feeling his massive length splitting my insides.

Once he was inside me, Orange Shorts became a madman. He fucked me in quick
short thrusts. We were both breathing hard, trying our best to stifle our
moans and be as quiet as possible.  At this point I was sure if I was just
being paranoid but I was sure each slap produced from his thrusts was quite
audible. Fortunately, no one seemed to be paying any attention to us.

His thick length thrust in and out of his ass. I could feel his long wiry
pubes each time his pelvis slapped against my ass. Orange Shorts really
gave no consideration to my ass as he fucked me hard and fast and I loved
every minute of it.

I had long forgotten the joys of a jock riding my ass.  Though there was
one thing I was certain of, I didn't even feel a tinge of guilt as Orange
Shorts fucked me.  I stroked my cock relentlessly trying to keep my strokes
in pace with Orange Shorts which was no easy task considering how
mercilessly he was fucking me.  I was a hot mess of emotions, there was the
fear of being caught, of my family finding me with a cock in my ass and a
smile on my face but those qualms were squashed by the exhilarating thrill
of our public indecency. The very idea of being caught excited me.

Orange Shorts pumped his thick length in and out of my asshole. I could
feel him close and ready to climax, my own cock was also very near the edge
of spurting. He yanked his cock completely out of my ass only to drive the
entire length back in. That pushed me over the edge; I squirted my load
onto the belt and pants of the bald man in front of me. I felt his penis
pulse inside my ass and then the warmth of his cum slowly seeped into my
ass. He stood still and just held me against him as he shot his load inside
me. It was an oddly tender moment and I wanted nothing more than to turn
around and kiss this man. His softening cock slowly slipped out. I clenched
my ass and bent down to pull my shorts up.

Our timing was perfect, the shark feed had just ended and people were
beginning to turn around and head out. I turned around and Orange Shorts
was nowhere in sight. I tried to push past a few people to find him, but
the crowd was too large and everyone was hastily trying to get out.

I signed; I did not even know that name of the man who had just given me
the most exhilarating fuck of my life.

Fuck!

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