he gave me the knowledge that he knew I was admiring the goods and was appreciative of my attention.

Soon after that signal, he asked if I would like to take a walk down the beach with him. I practically stumbled, getting to my feet so fast. The brides cooed that we should not be gone for long else they would “miss us” and to not get sunburned, and other instructions to give the indication they were going to start off married life by doing a bit of loving nagging. We did the obligatory “Yes dear” responses, and ambled down the beach.

I felt compelled to comment on his crocheted swimsuit. He laughed softly and said he knew it was naughty and risqué, but he was obligated to wear it. He also said that it was not made of very comfortable threads and he was looking forward to getting out of it. A few more yards put us out of sight of our brides and around a bend, and as soon as we were out of sight, he paused and said, “OK, here is how I spell ‘relief’ today” and he hooked his thumbs in the waist of the suit and slipped it down and off. There was almost a slapping noise as his cock flopped out and up against his belly.

He smiled as he said to me, “Looks like you would be more comfortable getting that thing off too” and I wasted no time, dropping my tight Speedo as well. I was equally as hard, and he was equally admiring. We moved close together, instinctively, and we reached for each other simultaneously. The kiss was sensual and the tongues were on erotic exploratory expeditions, which only made the cocks harder. Gripping each other, he whispered “I gotta have that, Stud” and he went to his knees and sucked me in.

Certainly not his first cock, he knew what he was doing, with an educated tongue that was expertly working the head and the tip of the dick, and a throat that had no limits as he took me deep. When he started the ball washing, I had to push him away since a good ball suck can make me blow fast and I definitely did not want to lose my load that quickly. “Bet your bride can’t do you this good,” he said softly as he went back to sucking my cock. No, I knew that I was never going to get oral work like I was getting at this moment. My moans were the response that he apparently wanted to hear, and he continued his service with enthusiasm.

I traded places with him, on my knees with his cock deep in my mouth. Very quickly, he was gasping for breath and holding my head as he furiously face fucked me. “Pull off, pull off” he almost screamed as he came to the edge several times, then would slam his cock back into my mouth, each time straining to keep from losing it. During a short catch-breath break, we fondled each other, complimenting each other on each other’s long hard cocks and nice hanging balls, kissing and touching and canoodling. Finally, we grabbed each other in a tight embrace and jacked each other frantically until we both fired long sticky volleys of hot white protein against each other in highly erotic orgasms. It was as though the fluid deliveries were never