ready for it.” He tore open the condom and unrolled the sheath over my cock. He lubed himself, and lay on his back on the sand. “Fuck me senseless” he begged. And I did.

I fucked him senseless every day for the remainder of the week of the honeymoon. Both of us kept the brides blushing in the hotel room. Then when we would be given time to do some male bonding, we did our own private version of how men might bond on the honeymoon. The production of cum was the daily bonding agent for us.

On Thursday, the wives went on a shopping trip, leaving us alone together for the whole day. Derek and I rented a dune buggy, filled a huge keg with rum punch, and did a grand tour of the island. At the north end of the island, we found a beautiful deserted stretch of beach, and found an idyllic shady spot and the opportunity to get naked and play with each other. We were more or less interrupted, however, when two men came strolling along. Derek and I were both nude and by the time that we spotted them, it would have looked stupid to scramble for suits, so we just continued our beach-bumming au natural. Rum drinks in hand. They stopped for conversation and it was obvious that they were checking us out, behind their sunglasses. We just sat there nude, scratching our balls and pulling on our dick as though this was the most natural thing in the world to be doing. They were older, probably in their forties, and both attractive daddy types.

They were on vacation and when they asked if it was vacation for us, we both responded nearly in unison with “Honeymoon”. With broad smiles, they assumed that we meant it was a honeymoon for Derek and me, and one of them said, “Well, it is nice to run across fellow cocksuckers here on the island.”

I did the too-quick response of “Hey, wait a minute, it is not OUR honeymoon, our brides are just out shopping today.” My comment caused great embarrassment with a quick apology and then heavy silence. Derek somewhat salvaged the embarrassment by quickly saying that we were also fellow cocksuckers, regardless. With that, he reached across and fondled my crotch, giving me an instant upward twitch, which did not go unnoticed, of course. I reached over to stroke his ample prick as well.

The garbled confusion smoothed out even more as the guys related that they were both married themselves and their wives had granted them a Men’s Day out. After some more titters and giggles over the misunderstandings of the honeymoon misunderstanding, they both stripped out of their shorts and shirts and sat down in our shaded area. Four guys, naked, playing with hardening dicks and getting drunk on rum punch. Sex was definitely going to happen. We drained most of the huge keg of rum punch that we had, and then drained cocks all around. It was four big ones, and one of the guys made the comment that we were producing nearly a full yard of hard cock, which was the funniest remark ever, especially when you are full of rum. I think we were far short of a yard, but hey, it was funny! And we were pretty drunk!

I asked Derek if he wanted