Choicest of the Choices

Collen gave a little smile and turned over onto his back, he was, of course, in erection. Olsen had pulled the waistband of his Speedo down to below his balls and had been stroking his cock. He was hard as well. He moved his body over Collen’s, suspended above the English pilot, and the two went into a natural sixty-nine position.

After a bit of pleasuring each other, the Dane jumped up and said, “I’ll race you to the water.” He was there before Collen was able to struggle up off his towel. The two frolicked in the water of the Mediterranean for a while, merging and kissing and fondling and then, with a laugh, separating, splashing each other, and swimming out into the sea and back, with the other stroking behind.

At length, Collen trudged out of the surf and up to his towel, which he picked up. He took it over to the edge of the beach, where the rock formations started and walked between them to a more private sandy area, screened from the beach and the cliff above. He made sure that Olsen saw where he had gone. He laid out the towel and went down on all fours, his face facing the entry into the private area. Olsen came through the rocks, naked and swinging his Speedo in his fingers. Reaching Collen, he came behind him and mounted him from behind and above. Collen cried out as the big Dane penetrated, and then settled down to panting and moaning, as, grasping the smaller Englishman’s hips between his beefy hands, Olsen fucked him long and hard.

Later, on the bed in the Sea and Sky resort bungalow Collen had rented and after they had fucked and dozed and fucked and slept and fucked and were drifting off again, Collen was fantasizing the perfect fuck. To his surprise, though, the cock taking him in that fuck was almost jet black.