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I dove in to the pool, surfacing on the other side directly in front of David. The water matted down my body hair, making me look like a seal on steroids. My massive chest floated just at the water line, the ripples of water dancing on my erect nipples. David’s delicate features were highlighted by sunlight and water drops. What a fuckin’ surreal dream this was! This couldn’t be happening. We fondled each other’s cocks underwater. Despite the chill, we were both enormously stiff. I pulled him tightly into me, and he pressed his face into the crook of my neck. We began to rub our groins together, crushing our dicks up against each other. Our faces met, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. It tasted great, like mint toothpaste, but I couldn’t help thinking about his delivery. I needed to pop my load up his ass! I asked him if he planned on using his purchase today. He squeezed my cock tightly in his hand, and said most definitely. He ordered the condoms and had them delivered specially by me, with just that in mind.

We slipped out of the pool, and David walked past the lounge chair, picking up his delivery and continuing to the cabana. I followed a couple paces behind him, my huge hairy cock following his ass like a magnet. We entered the small space, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light. There were large overstuffed pillows strewn around the floor, piled in soft drifts against one wall. We lay down together with our faces in each others crotch, and I sucked him in greedily. His cock was average size, but beautifully shaped with a slight curve to the right. His pubic hairs like spun gold. A blonde boomerang. He took the tip of my dick into his mouth, but it was much larger than he could handle. That has always been my curse. I’m too goddam big for blowjobs. The best I can expect is lots of spit and tongue. Honestly, it was OK, ‘cause I had another method in mind for my orgasm. I planned to make excellent use of David’s delivery. I would fuck the shit out of that round, tight little butt that afternoon! I wanted David to get off first, so I used every trick I ever learned about getting face-fucked, and he started to moan and thrust his hips forward, pushing his handsome dick into my throat. I sucked it in with relish, my saliva mixing with the sweet pre-cum that he was releasing into me. His cock swelled with his ejaculation as he shot a slippery wad of hot gel into my mouth. I didn’t lose a drop, I swirled his cock in the creamy load until his moans subsided into a soft whimper. Then I swallowed hard and sent his gift into my belly.

David continued to lick at my sausage. He ran his hands along my waist, down to my hips and back up to my armpits. He brought his hand to his nose to inhale the scent he had picked up there. His fingers then combed through the wiry hair on my chest. He pushed his face into my crotch, burying his nose between my prick and my large salty balls. He was certainly letting me know that my aroma was not grossing him out after all! He was obviously turned on by my stink. I pulled away, David still grasping at my sides, and propped myself against the wall among the pillows. I pulled him to me and positioned him on my lap, facing me, with one of his perfect slim legs on either side of my hips. My guided missile was wedged up his butt crack, straining to find it‘s target. I pulled the first condom from the multi-pack in the carton and opening it, rolled it on my cock.

I immediately lifted David with a grunt, and he dropped fully onto my prick. It entered his rectum with a vengeance, and lodged itself firmly in his guts, all ten inches. David gasped in shock, and his body went as stiff as a board. He arched his back and screamed. I wanted to pull out, I had misjudged. I thought he would slide down onto my fleshy spike a little slower. Damn, I fucked up again. But David didn’t fight to get off me. He clung to my shoulders and rested his cheek on my sweat-soaked forehead. He shuddered and moaned for a few seconds, then was quiet. He told me in a soft, broken whisper that it was OK, that I should fuck him. I held him firmly in my large hands and lifted him a couple inches off my lap, my cock pulling slowly out of his outraged asshole. He groaned again and sobbed. I had made him cry. What a bastard. But I couldn’t stop, I was too close to paradise. I let him drop down again onto my iron pole with a thwack. David cried out in anguish. But damn, if he didn’t draw me even closer into his embrace!

Again. Again. Again. I pulled him up with my well-developed arms, holding him firmly under each golden blonde armpit for the best grip, and dropped him with abandon onto my fat, long dick. I was out of control, I selfishly drove him down on the impaler without regard to his immense pain. David wailed and moaned but never told me to stop, or even ease up. His tight asshole would cling to my shaft as I pulled out, and I felt his sphincter tighten on my dick as it drove back in. The sweat of heavy sex dripped off our connected bodies and soaked the fabric of the pillows. I finally came in huge gobs, the condom’s reservoir expanding far inside David’s belly. He tensed up as I surged into his guts, and another load of cum spontaneously shot out of his semi-erect prick. I pushed him to one side, and his ass released my dick with a pop.

David and I lay together in the cabana, still slippery with sweat and other fluids. He nestled in my arm, his head on my shoulder, his matted blonde bangs tickling my tits.. I nuzzled the top of his head with my chin. and I asked him if he was OK. He pulled the condom off my softening cock and squeezed my cum up like a freezer pop, licking the bitter cream from the open end. Looking over at the delivery carton, he asked me how long I thought it would take the two of us to use up the other ninety-five condoms in the pack. David needed to know when to get another delivery.

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