Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2015 01:02:43 -0400
From: jacksan143@aol.com
Subject: Overnight in Hawaii

This is my first post to Nifty, though I have been reading stories here for
years.

This story is as true as memory permits.  It really happened and was one of
the greatest experiences of my life.

The story contains male/male sex and if that is not your thing or you
aren't old enough to read this where you are, leave NOW.

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Submitted by jacksan143

Overnight in Hawaii

I was a young and rather successful business man.  I was 24 years old.  I
had a degree in business administration and was surprisingly offered a full
time job by a local manufacturing company after simply soliciting them to
do some outside accounting work and business consulting.

In a rather short time I had gained the trust of the owner of the company
and was sent to Japan to see exactly what was going on in their purchasing
branch in Tokyo.  The owner felt, which I was able to confirm, that the
foreign office was not only being run inefficiently, but also that the
present manager was skimming' money from the company and accepting bribes
from companies to whom contracts were awarded.

While the owner lived in an estate-type house and drove an expensive
foreign import, I understood that my travel would be on a very tight
budget.  Nevertheless I was able to get the company (the owner) to agree to
a split trip.  That is, first leg from the east coast of the US to LA.  One
night in LA which turned out to be rather uneventful, second leg to Oahu
and the last to Japan.  It is the two night stay in Hawaii that is most
memorable.  Not from a business sense, but certainly from a personal sense.

The cheapest flight my company could find at the time for the LA to Japan
part was on Singapore Airline.  Service (even in economy class) was quite
good.  But the hours sucked.  We arrived at HNL at like 2 am their time.  I
was awake and alert enough to get my rental car and find my way to the
Sheraton on Waikiki Beach.  Other than hotel staff at that stupid hour of 3
am I was the only person in the lobby.  I got my room and went to crash.  I
would have really liked a stiff drink but all the services in the hotel
were closed.  A mini bar in the room helped, but it was still hard to get
to sleep.

By 9 am I was out walking the street.  Not sure why I was up and out, or
for that matter where I was going.  It was unbelievably hot.  I wondered
aimlessly and stopped at a deserted store front where the entrance was
recessed with display windows on both sides.  I remember not what the store
was selling.

That is background info only and only ancillary to the real reason for
relating this story.

I was standing there, half asleep, have baked from the heat and jet lag, a
bit buzzed by the mini- frig and Singapore Airlines generous drinks.  I
turned to see a really cute, quite young guy standing right behind me.  I
say young.  Maybe 18, maybe 19.  What got my attention was his behavior.
He stayed near to me.  He eyed me carefully.  There were no words spoken at
first.  Then he said hi'.  I replied and he went on to say, "you're a
tourist".  Not a question, a statement.  I told him I just arrived a few
hours ago and day after tomorrow I was leaving for Japan.

I was in a kinda daze and it took me longer than it should have to realize
he was a rent' boy.  That was ok with me.  I had done rent boys several
times while traveling.  But he was cute, amusing and amiable.  Even at that
early hour we wound up back in my hotel room which was only a short walk
away.

We talked and, though it seemed awkward to him, he did manage to mention
his fee.  His price for head and an hour or so together was quite
reasonable.  I was almost 100% sure I could have bought more than his
mouth, but was satisfied with the current prospects and the price. So he
used his rather talented mouth to milk a decent load out of me and in an
hour or so we were making arrangements to meet later that night.  Dinner at
an incredible steak house was the appetizer to an amazing evening.  He
loved (at least seemed to) get fucked.  He was everything I wanted in a
rent' relationship.  He was kind, served me well, earned his wages (big
time) and was friendly and easy to talk to.  I was by now feeling very,
very tired.  As he left we did make arrangements to meet the following day.
The arrangements were vague...as was my mind.

I had a solid sleep and yummy dreams which carried me to the next day; late
morning actually.  Though this part is not very sexually stimulating I need
to say that it was April 14 and as good an accountant as I was, I had not
yet filed my tax return.  I had available the last United States Post
Office near by in which I could place my tax return.

With the wind blowing casually through my open patio door, which over
looked Waikiki Beach and all of its tanned frolicking inhabitants I was
sitting at my desk in the room and working on my tax return.  It sucked and
I hated it, but one must due what one must due.

I was maybe an hour from being finished with my 1040 when there was a knock
on my hotel room door.  It took me a bit to think about who could be there.
I had no room service coming, no laundry or maid service expected,
then...well maybe it was Darren.  The whore.  Gosh that word seems harsh.
But isn't that what a rent boy really is?  Anyway, I look through that
really little lens thing in the door and yep, it was Darren.  We had talked
about getting together today but there was no decision as to when, where,
or what time.  So I was still a bit surprised.

I opened the door and he greeted me but stayed in the door way.  It seemed
strange.  He seemed strange.  He finally said....."I have a surprise for
you".  He reached out his right hand and pulled into view the most gorgeous
young male you could imagine.  "Meet Aolani", Darren said.  What I saw was
like a God.  Tan.  Beautiful.  Brilliant eyes.  Not real tall...maybe 5'
10'.  Massive chest with tight pecs. No coverings on his perfect feet.  An
awesome bulge filling his tight beige shorts.  I really could have cum just
from looking at this...this most perfect specimen of a young male.  He was
about 19 years old.  Stone cold cute.  I later found out that his name
meant beautiful cloud', which he most certainly was, and also that he would
be the November cover boy in the Hawaii calendar for the coming year.

They both came into my room and Darren told me they had just met in the
lobby as he was on his way up to my room.  Aolani's mother was the day
manager of the hotel. (Isn't that convenient).  Ok.  So where was this
going?  Darren asked if they could use my room for a bit'.  Hell yeah!  So
I went back to the desk and to work on my tax return as they got comfy on
the bed behind me.

I now had a choice.  I could look down at my desk at the yet barren form
1040 or I could look up into the mirror and see two young males getting
naked, holding each other, kissing, touching, and stroking each other.
Making out!  Like that is really a choice!

Believe it or not, I did fill in a few lines on the form.  But also believe
it when I tell you I finally turned around and said to neither one of them
in particular...."You've got to be kidding me!  There is no way on this
good earth I can sit here and work on a fuckin tax return while you two
make out!

It was the Hawaiian beauty, who without hesitation said, why don't you join
us.  It was then I realized there really is a God.  In seconds I was
standing right next to the bed watching beauty fucking the whore.  I had
never had a three way. Had never really even thought about it.  But here I
was in a secure, locked hotel room with two awesome young males.

I just stood there for what seemed like a long time, watching those two
awesome bodies before me and slowly, carefully, stroking my hard on.  I
could have cum in a second, but didn't want to end the euphoria.

I am not a size freak by any means.  My equipment is rather small and small
is fine by me.  Small works better in both my mouth and cunt.  Anyway, this
Hawaiian beauty had a thicker cock than I had ever seen.  True.  It was, I
swear, the size around as a Red Bull can.  It was fuckin huge.  He pulled
my head down to give him head and I tried.  I could just barely get the
head in my mouth and I was a pretty good and experienced cocksucker.

My struggling efforts seemed to please him and he switched from one hole to
another, that is from my mouth to whore's pussy.  Whore loved it.  I have
no clue how he could take that thing in his ass, but he was loving it.
While getting fucked by Hawaiian's baseball bat, whore reached over and
pulled my cock into his mouth.  He was a good cocksucker and I cooled his
tonsils in seconds.

Beautiful Hawaiian shot a load in whore's ass.  I shot a load in his mouth.
And whore came buckets all over his chest, me, the bed and the beauty.

That was the first of the only two threesomes in my life.

How do you describe perfect?  Well if you into art...maybe the Mona Lisa.
If you are into theatre...maybe Shakespeare or Sound of Music.  If your
thing is sports maybe an undefeated NFL season or winning a World Series.
Enough of that shit.  You get the idea.  I will remember every second of
that time for the rest of my life.

By 3 am the next morning I was back on a Singapore jet headed for Narita
Japan.

If anyone is interested I could be tempted' to describe my only other
threesome.

Love and peace.

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