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Subject: Fiji Vacay Pt 1 ———— Please support Nifty to keep these archives of awesomeness free and available to us all! Now, on with the show… ……… We were wheels down in Fiji. I needed to get away with my new boyfriend, Rorie. Rorie was a cute, red headed freckled Irish guy I’d met in church, of all places. He lit the candles on the altar and lit something else in me. Anyway, we took a water taxi shuttle out to our resort in the distant Yasawa area of the Fijian Islands. It was a gorgeous island paradise full of palm trees, sand, and turquoise water the likes of which I’d never seen before outside of a National Geographic magazine. The resort itself was small and remote and had a pool overlooking the beach. The first ght, we had been invited to a commuty table poolside. Our ding compaons included an Australian family which had two sons. The older one was good looking but aloof in a late teen vacationg with his parents and little brother sort of way. The little brother, who was probably 13, and named Chris, thought Rorie and I were the most fascinating creatures he’d ever seen – or at least a fresh audience for his verbal dissertations. He sat directly across from us and was the very defition of a chatter box. His mother admoshed him a few times, but it was our fault for engaging him. He was a wealth of information about the history of Fiji, the geography of Australia, earthquakes, volcanos, and commercial airline routes. I doubt I could name a noun that he couldn’t tell me more. He was brilliant and cute with dirty blonde hair, bright green eyes and a deep tan that was impressive for someone who clearly had Scandinavian genes. His hair had natural highlights just from being outside so much. It turns out he’d never met someone who looked or sounded like Rorie. It was clear he was quite taken with him. I think he found Americans like me a bit dull and pedestrian, but a real Irishman, accent and all, was an exotic rarity for a kid from the suburbs of Sydney. I know it was for me, a guy from the humdrum world of Phoex, Arizona. How Rorie survived southern Arizona without dying remains a mystery. After dinner, we were sitting in a big round lounger by the pool as they walked by. Chris caught our eye and stopped to talk. His mother came back once she realized Chris had stopped while the others walked on. “Stop bothering them.” She said. Chris was in the middle of telling us about the impacts of the East Australian Current on the melting of the Ross Ice Shelf in Antarctica. “He’s no bother.” I replied, “He’s good company.” “Can I stay with Rorie and Drew?” He asked, looking eager. She looked at us with a mix of hope, exasperation, and apology. “Fine by me,” I replied, “We’re just hanging out by the pool.” She seemed satisfied with that answer and she hurried off to catch up to the rest of her brood. The island we were on was very small and the resort was the only thing on it, so we couldn’t venture far even if we’d wanted to. Chris sat at the foot of the large lounger we were on with one foot tucked under him so that he could face us, who were stretched out and leang against the back. His turquoise swim trunks bloused out, obscuring a sneak peek. His mother’s interruption broke his train of thought, so he dropped the geography lesson. “So, what’re we going to do?” He asked. “Swim?” I offered, gesturing to the pool. “The beach is right there.” Chris said, “Why sit here? There are bright blue starfish out there. Have you seen them?” “No.” Rorie replied, “Do you want to show us?” “Yes! I can show you other things too,” Chris said, jumping up to standing in one swift motion. “That’ll work.” Rorie replied, “I didn’t put on a bucket of SPF 50 to stay home.” “I’ll leave our stuff here to reserve our spot.” I said. With that, the threesome clomped down to the sand and waded out into the warm, azure waters of the South Pacific. ankara escort Chris kept clicking with us. Partially because I was like him when I was 13 and I still am. I’m often accused of over talking. When we’d had our fun in the sun, and saw lots of starfish and soft coral and heard the scientific names of each critter, it seemed as if the eveng was winding down. The sun hadn’t set, but it was getting low in the sky. “Now what?” Chris asked, his dirty blonde hair plastered to his head, rivulets of water making his skin sparkle in the tropical sun. He was doggie paddling to keep himself afloat in the gentle current. I was tall enough that I was gripping a rock with my feet to stay in place. Rorie just floated on his back, slowly paddling himself in a circle with one hand, the water gently lapping at his pples and abs. I wanted to just yank those shorts off and blow him. While a fun fantasy, I did have sex in salt water once an that’s a very bad idea, but I let my mind wander nonetheless. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?” I replied, snapping back to reality when I realized Chris was staring at me. He was quiet for a moment. First, that was a first and second it was fun to see him churn his enormous brain for a suggestion. “You guys are a couple, right?” He asked. “Yes,” I replied. “So you have sex with each other?” Rorie’s head snapped up out of the water. That got his attention. “Yes,” I replied, trying to be cool. “Have you ever done it with another guy?” “What do mean, ‘another guy'”? “You know. Have a threesome.” “No.” I said. “Would you want to?” He asked, continuing to dog paddle and keeping his chin just enough out of the water he didn’t drown while talking. His hair and face were still thoroughly wet. Rorie and I looked at each other. We were totally caught off guard. “Maybe.” Rorie said, swallowing hard. “Check this out,” Chris said. He whipped his shorts off and flipped upside down. He paused on the downside, letting us get a great view of his cute little ass. “Yes.” Rorie said, once Chris had righted himself and wiped the sea water from his eyes. “Yes, what?” Chris asked, smiling. “If you are asking for a threesome with Drew and me, then I’m in.” “Me too,” I agreed. Rorie and I made a date to meet up with Chris during the eveng music, which was set to being in about an hour. It was mostly staff with guitars singing folk tunes. Rorie and I hurried back to our room to shower and get ready. We had a two-room suite and I was busy rambling in my suitcase looking for supplies when I looked up. Rorie had slipped his trunks off and tossed them over the back of a chair. I admired his comfort with nakedness. His beautiful 8 inch cock swung freely as he padded across the room toward the bathroom. His skin glistened with sweat in the tropical heat. I walked around the bed and took him by the shoulders, I planted a sloe, sexy, sultry kiss on his lips, which he happily reciprocated. “I’m nervous,” he said. “It’ll be fine. We’ll all have some fun together. We’re not forcing Chris to do anything he doesn’t want to do. This was his suggestion.” “You’re right,” Rorie agreed. We showered, dressed and were laying on the bed awaiting Chris’ arrival. We heard the music begin in the courtyard of the resort. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door. I did not find his punctuality to be the least bit surprising. He was wearing a white polo shirt and tan shorts and blue Sperry boating shoes. He looked like he belonged at a Newport Beach Yacht Club or somewhere in the Hamptons. He’d even combed his hair. There were still a few flyaways, but the effort was obvious. He was crazy cute before, but now he was stunngly gorgeous. “That’s quite the getup for music hour,” I remarked. “He’s here for our date, smartass. You look great,” Rorie said. Chris beamed at the compliment. “You’re right,” I said, “Come on in.” He came escort ankara in and closed the door behind him. “You do look sexy.” I admitted, “You wanted a threesome and you will get the royal treatment from the two of us.” He grinned from ear to ear. He sat on a chair in the corner and looked at us. He was clearly eager, but clueless and out of his element. “Oh, no, no,” Rorie said smiling, “You are the director, choreographer, and star of this theatrical production.” “What?” Chris asked. “Within limits of safety and this room, you have absolute control.” Rorie said. “That’s right,” I elaborated, “If you want us to suck your dick…done. You want to tongue fuck Rorie, his ass is yours. If you want to fuck us both silly, step right up.” Chris looked a little shocked, but a devilish grin spread across his face. “Think it over, we’ll be right here,” Rorie said, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. Rorie and I both spread our legs wide and sat back, waiting for instruction. Chris was quiet a moment. “I want to see Drew’s dick.” He announced. I spread my legs even further and looked at him. “Come and get it.” He stood and slowly walked over to the bed. He’d likely fantasized about something like this, but now that the reality was squarely upon him, the adrenaline coursed through him. He stood in front of me. I looked up and gazed into the soulful, emerald green pools of his eyes. There was so much love and goodness and earnestness in his face. He lowered one hand and brushed the front of my Adidas shorts. My dick jumped at the feeling of his fingertips pressing through the fabric. He grabbed the waistband and pulled. I raised up a bit to release the pressure. He had to tug a few times, but he got there. My shorts slid down and my mostly erect 7 inches popped out. He stared down at my crotch. I could see the outline of his own tent rising. “Now you’ve seen my dick, what do you want to do?” I asked, my own throat scratchy with nervous cotton mouth. He just stared, mesmerized. Rorie watched from just a few inches away. “Watch this,” Rorie said. He sat on the bed next to me and leaned down and took me into his mouth. He felt so good – the warmth and moisture of his mouth sent shock waves up and down my body. He sat back. “Your turn,” He said to Chris. Chris sat on the other side of me and leaned down. I felt his warm breath brush across me. Then his smaller mouth envelope me. I looked down in amazement seeing him blow me. He bobbed up and down. “Have you done this before?” I asked. He pulled off. “Yeah, I’ve been doing this for my brother since I was 8.” He quickly resumed the blow job. Rorie got up and knelt in front of Chris. “May I?” He asked politely. Chris mumbled a yes with my cock filling his mouth. Rorie unbutton and unzipped Chris’ shorts and fished out his beautiful 5 inch boy cock. He took a deep breath, no doubt breathing in the scent of him. Rorie went down, his face disappearing into the fabric of Chris’ clothes and his dick disappearing into Rorie’s mouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two most beautiful people I knew pleasuring me and each other. The tenderness was almost overwhelming. I pulled Chris off me and brought his face up to mine. I kissed him lightly on his soft, supple lips. Our kiss became more urgent as Chris pushed his tongue into my mouth. I felt at home being this close to him. I was surprised at how horny he was now that his itial nervousness had abated. I broke the kiss and looked at Rorie, who’d paused to watch us. “Chris, you are wearing too many clothes. Let’s get naked.” Clothes pitched, we stood in front of each other completely naked and looked. I pushed Chris back onto the bed and took his dick into my mouth. I alternated between sucking his dick and his balls. I pushed his legs further apart as Rorie climbed onto the bed and fed Chris his dick. Chris took it like a champ and ankara escort bayan sucked hungrily. I fed myself on that most intimate space beneath the balls before the ass. “Can I lick your ass?” I asked. He pulled off Rorie just long enough to say, “Why do you think that was what I showed you first, in the water?” I pushed Chris’ legs higher and dove in. He had such a perfect little butt, I eagerly explored it. He tasted and smelled like body wash and laundry detergent. My favorite scents when rimming. It could feel precum leaking out of me. I lowered Chris back onto the bed. Chris had instinctively went to his rod and started stroking it. “What do you and your brother like to do?” I asked. “His name is Jurgen. We do all sorts of things. He likes for me to suck his dick. He’ll suck mine sometimes. But, he really likes…” Chris trailed off. “What?” Rorie asked, unable to take the suspense any longer. “Jurgen likes it when I fuck him. He says it’s the one thing his girlfriend can’t do.” Both my mouth and Rorie’s hung open. A little of my precum dripped onto his leg. I wiped it onto my finger then licked it off. Chris saw me do that. Chris jumped onto my dick to get more precum. I was standing so Chris was kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Chris, you are so freaking hot!” Rorie said, coming up behind Chris and rimming him. Rorie pulled out for a second and smiled at me. “I think our new buddy is enjoying himself. I know I am.” Rorie leaned back down and buried his freckled face into that smooth, blemishless bottom. I almost came in Chris’ mouth without warng because of the downright glorious sight unfolding before me. I pulled out. “I want it.” Chris said. He grabbed me and shoved my dick back in his mouth and sucked me off for all he was worth. I blasted into his mouth massive rivers of thick, salty jizz. He gobbled it up. Some glistened at the corners of his mouth. I saw my cum in his mouth when he smiled. I took a deep breath and stepped back. Rorie kept tonguing that cute little butt. “Chris,” I said, “I want to watch you fuck Rorie like you do Jurgen.” “Can I?” Chris asked Rorie, turng around to look at him. Rorie looked hungry for a fucking. He reached into the ghtstand and pulled out lube and a condom. “Yes, please.” Rorie said, handing the supplies to Chris. Rorie flipped over and put his legs in the air, hooking his knees behind his elbows. Goodness my Irish boyfriend was bendy. I felt a dollop of cum drip on my leg while I watched my boyfriend naked on the bed waiting to get fucked by a 13 year old kid. Chris came up and got between Rorie’s legs and supported himself with his hands on the bed on either side of Rorie’s torso. I saw the look on Rorie’s face when Chris achieved penetration. “Sit on my face,” Rorie said to me. I positioned myself so that Rorie could tongue me while I faced Chris. I loved watching the blissful expression on Chris’ face as he plowed my boyfriend. I watched as his teenaged dick slid in and our with each thrust. He was speeding up. He wouldn’t last long. I reached down and started stroking Rorie. Chris came loud and hard. Anyone in the adjacent room would have heard Chris’ grand finale. With Chris and me spent, only Rorie remained. “How do you want us to fish?” I asked. Chris looked at us. “I want to watch Rorie fuck you.” He was getting the hang of this. I laid on the bed of all fours. “Like this?” I asked. “Yeah.” Rorie prepped me and then slid inside. “I want to suck you some more.” I said to Chris. He was already hard again by the time he got in front of me. I felt so full and so happy being spit roasted by these two. I could feel Rorie getting bigger as he neared climax. I felt him pulse and pulse and grunt and shudder as he unloaded inside me. God that felt amazing. Then I felt Chris pulsing and convulsing in my mouth and I got to taste his creaminess too. I collapsed onto the bed, the feeling of my Irish boyfriend’s dick in my ass at the taste of teenage cum in my mouth. I must be the luckiest dude to walk the earth. ———— Thanks for reading this story and don’t forget to donate to fty! ~ Drew

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