going to stop, but they finally did.

On the way back to the hotel, Derek said over and over again that we were going to have to figure out some way to get together more during our honeymoon time, though we were both aware that that was going to be difficult. Just as we were nearing the wives, Derek asked if I ever went jogging and I admitted that I did. “Cool” he said, “that just may be the answer.” By that time we were within earshot of the gals, and I could not pursue it but he obviously had an idea where he was going with the thought.

We had dinner together that night, conveniently, since all hotel guests ate in one common dining room at the same time. On-lookers might have been forgiven for thinking that we were old friends that had met here for vacation, rather than first time acquaintances on their honeymoons. Derek and I sat at ninety-degree angles, and we pressed knees together during the entire meal, keeping me with a constant erection. At one point, he even had his hand down under the tablecloth and was stroking my thigh and I was oozing precum the entire time. No one would have ever guessed what was going on with our antics.

As the pleasant evening was finishing up, Derek asked if I were a jogger/runner, and I admitted that I was. He then suggested that perhaps we could “make a date” to go for a run next day, and there was universal agreement that that was a good idea.

Even though anticipating time with Derek, it was the honeymoon, and we did not surface our room until nearly noon. Breakfast in the room, all the romantic touches. When we finally did don swimsuits to go sit on the beach (another tight Speedo for me), I was a bit worried that I had blown the chance for the jog. But no sooner than we settled ourselves in our lounge chairs with cozy rum-something drinks, when Derek and Dee appeared. With just a hint of naughty comments and apologizing for not being able to get out of the room sooner, it was obvious that both of our brides had been kept blushing all morning. After downing a couple rum drinks, Derek asked if I were going to be able to do the promised jogging. I mounted a pretend protest, but wild horses could not have kept me from it. We headed for the cove where we had had sex the day before.

The closer we got to the rendezvous point, the faster we seemed to jog, anxious to get there. As soon as we rounded the point and out of sight, we struggled to get out of the suits. We were quickly naked with hard-ons pressing against each other like steel swords. We fell onto the sand and 69’d like hungry sailors until the boiling cum was signaling release. But Derek pulled off and said “No way is that gonna happen again today.” I was totally confused. Derek had gotten up and was fishing through his sexy thong swimsuit and breathed a big sigh as he said, “Damn, here it is, I thought I had lost it” and produced a condom in its foil package and a one-use packet of lube.

“I’ve been fucking all day” he said, “and now it is my turn to get fucked. I sure am