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Rebound Vacation Ch. 01

By: HornyDude2



 [Author's Note: After a serious writing wall and some less than encouraging comments from the peanut gallery (interestingly enough, all the vitriolic and hateful stuff came from non-writing users) I'm abandoning my previous series. So here we go: fresh set of characters in a new multi-parter. Enjoy!] 

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Today was the day. Frank's friend, Tom, had recently gotten out of a messy relationship via a messy break-up. Rather than let a pal mope around and get tangled in his own thoughts, Frank organized a relaxing getaway at an all-inclusive resort down in Mexico. He'd found a nice group rate for 4 people, so he and Tom were flying out this morning, and they'd meet their other mutual friends, Jake and Dawn, a day later at the resort. 

Jake was an easy pick for the third person. He was a tall, well-built man of West African decent that could get along with anyone, anywhere. He, Frank, and Tom had been friends since high-school, so there was no way Tom could protest his presence. 

Dawn was a little tougher to choose. She was a blast to be around; and an athletic, tight-body blonde with a cute face, and knock-out curves. Her personality was much more in-your-face than her 5'3" frame, which made her a great party guest and drinking buddy. The problem was, she didn't know Jake particularly well, and Frank didn't want her to feel uncomfortable as the only woman in the group. To his surprise, Dawn responded to Frank's invitation with enthusiasm, mentioning that Tom would probably get cheered up by hanging around with a cute girl in a bikini for a whole week.

With the tickets booked, and his bag packed, Frank was ready to head out the door. He did one last pass on his appearance in the mirror, to make sure he didn't look like too much of a tourist. The first, most noticeable thing about Frank was his height. At 6'4", he was only slightly shorter than Jake, but towered above most other people. He was an attractive 28 year-old professional that took his fitness seriously, and sported a year-round tan because of his family's Greek and Italian back-ground. He had jet black hair, that he liked to keep short, and deep brown eyes. His outfit was a white, cotton T-shirt with khaki cargo shorts and flip-flops. 

"Yep, I could not look like more of a tourist", he commented to himself.

Rather than take the time to select a new outfit, Frank grabbed his bag, figuring he might as well look the part, and walked to his car. He shoved the bag in the trunk, double checked that he had his passport, wallet, phone, and tickets, and hit the road. 

It was a short drive to Tom's house, just one sub-division over in the suburb. When Frank arrived, Tom was waiting on the front porch, bouncing his legs rapidly, and grinning from ear to ear. He was 5'8" and stocky. Where Frank preferred balanced exercise, Tom almost exclusively focused on strength training, and he'd blown off some steam from the break-up by bulking up some more at the gym. Tom was also paler than Frank, and had light-brown hair with bright-green eyes that made his whole appearance scream of Irish heritage. He wore a football jersey and shorts similar to Frank, with boat shoes.

"I feel like a little kid", he said as Frank stepped out of the car, "I've been sitting here for 15 minutes, waiting for you to show up."

Frank laughed, "It's good to see you're ready, man, because we've got to go!"

Tom hopped down the steps and chucked his bag in the backseat.

"Then, let's roll!"

They sped off, exchanging small talk and making tentative plans on their way to the airport. They arrived at the long-term lot with 2 hours to spare, Frank reminding Tom that most of their time would be spent in security. 

Frank was right. Between the pat-downs and passengers less familiar with air travel, it took the men a good hour to clear the scanners and head to the terminal. They found the gate and sat down with 30 minutes to spare before boarding. 

The flight was uneventful, as was customs and the men stepped out into the heat of a late afternoon in Mexico, waiting for their shuttle to arrive. 

"It's hotter than ass out here," Tom said, squinting in the light.

"I know, the water probably feels great though."

"What water?"

Frank laughed, "Hopefully there's a pool along with this little thing called the Gulf of Mexico that the hotel sits on the coast of."

"Right, that water," Tom said, laughing as well.

"At least we fit in with our group."

Tom looked up and down the line of people waiting for the shuttle bus. It was a medium-sized group, mostly comprised of elderly or middle-aged people in Hawaiian shirts and straw hats.

"Please, if anything, we look the most Mexican out of all these folks," Tom replied with a chuckle.

"True." Was all Frank could get out as the shuttle pulled up and opened its folding doors right in front of them.

The bus was air conditioned and moved quickly from the airport, providing a pleasant, short drive to their destination. When they stepped off, they were both taken aback at how grandiose the whole resort was. Massive white pillars held up the terra-cotta collared awning that matched the resorts rough exterior walls. The place was immense, with window-dotted walls stretching for hundreds of feet in either direction from the main door. 

Inside the rotating doors was a huge marble lobby with a large fountain and several carpeted sitting areas. The front desk covered an entire length of wall, all leading up to a large archway that offered a view of windowed doors to the pool deck on one side, an large, carpeted stairs leading away to the rooms on the other.

The very attractive young lady that checked them in handed them 4 card keys, 2 for one room and 2 for the other; as well as 4 coupons for free massages. Tom was taken aback, but Frank had intentionally withheld the massage passes as a treat for Tom.

"Well, I found out what we're doing this afternoon," Tom said, smiling.

"It'll be relaxing, but they're all for you," Frank replied, handing over the coupons.

"O come on, take one," Tom said, handing back the ticket, "I'll hog all the rest, promise."

"If you're sure," Frank replied, "Let's go put our stuff up in the room, and we'll head down to the spa."

They found the rooms with the help of the bellhop. Frank tipped the kid with American money, figuring it was just as good as pesos, especially around a resort area. They checked both rooms, conveniently right next door to each other, to pick which they wanted. 

The rooms were identical. Each opened to a spacious living room, decked out in a tan leather couch that sat behind a coffee table, facing a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall. There was a kitchenette with a microwave and fully-stocked mini bar off to one side. Through a set of double-doors was a bedroom with a queen-sized mattress that connected to a big, marble tiled bathroom. The bathroom came with a full Jacuzzi tub big enough for 3 or 4 people and a stand-alone shower stall with no door and an over-head faucet. 

They selected on the view, taking the room with the better view of the pool, and set their bags down.

"Dawn might be kind of pissed with the one bed." Tom remarked.

"Easy fix," Frank replied, "Either she or Jake will sleep on the couch, unless you want to room with her." His last comment was accompanied with a subtle smile.

Tom considered it, "We'll ask her who she wants to room with," was his final conclusion.

After a short pause, Tom began, "Hey, do you think these massages end with..."

He trailed off, giving a knowing smile.

Frank caught on quickly, "I doubt it, but you're welcome to ask," he chuckled.

"Before we go for a rub down, let's get some drinks in us," Tom said, "After all, it's vacation."

The clock on the wall read 3, but Frank relented, figuring this was Tom's way of declaring his new freedom. The drinks weren't but Frank wasn't sparing any expense on this trip, so they both imbibed enough to feel buzzed before they finally decided to head down to the spa.

They walked into the double wood doors and were greeted by a very lovely girl behind the desk in the otherwise empty waiting room. Her hair was jet-black and her eyes were a sparkling hazel. Frank's drunken state lowered inhibitions, and he stared for a good 5 seconds at the sexy cleavage her large breasts provided through the deep v-neck of her spa uniform. Her English was great, and the small Spanish accent she did have added an extra layer of exotic to her beautiful features. Frank's eyes came back to her plump, shimmering lips as she spoke.

"How can I help you sirs?" 

"We're here for messages," Tom said, quickly. "No, wait, we're here for MASSAGES," he corrected himself with a smile.

"Here's our tickets, sorry about my friend, he's had a few," Frank said, not acknowledging his own intoxication.

"Okay, follow me right this way," she said and stood.

Her uniform was a sky-blue dress that hugged her body and ended around mid-thigh. The fabric showed off her curvaceous hips and plump, jiggly buttocks that the men couldn't take their eyes off of. Her shiny heels clicked on the stone floor as she led them through another set of doors into the back area. They stared agape at the determined sway of her hips with each step, and the light bounce walking gave to her ass.

"Here is where you can get changed, and I will see you when you're done," she said as she ushered them into a locker room.

They changed quickly, not looking at each other until they were wrapped in the soft white bath robes the resort provided. Frank and Tom walked back out the door after leaving their stuff in lockers, to be greeted by the girl from the desk waiting in the hall.

"Good to go?" she asked, smiling and showing her gleaming white teeth.

"Not until I know your name," Tom said, with a lazy wink.

Her giggle rang down the stone hallway, the sound was melodic and bubbly, "I'm so sorry, I'm Angelina."

Frank had heard the name a thousand times back home, but her accent made it sound so sexy and unique.

"I'm Tom, this is Frank," Tom replied, lightly elbowing his friend.

"I'm Frank," was all Frank could think to say.

Angelina giggled again and asked them to follow her as she walked down the hallway. Frank followed the bouncy form of her voluptuous ass until she stopped suddenly and opened a door. 

"Tom, you'll be in here with Marta." She said, gesturing into the small room with a massage table and comely masseuse. 

Tom seemed disappointed to leave Angelina, but he walked in the room just the same, with the door closing behind him. Angelina then led Frank next door.

"And you, Frank, will be in here with me."

Frank smiled at her, too hypnotized for words, and walked in. He could feel his cock grow semi-hard under his robe, and he quickly sat down, praying it wouldn't show. Angelina crossed to the other side of the table and grabbed a soft towel off the shelf it sat on next to the oils.

"Please drop your robe and lie face down." 

A still mute Frank stood quickly and let his robe fall to the floor. He was now nude, facing away from this Mexican beauty, and his penis was steadily growing towards full mast with all the excitement. He lay down as quickly as he could, careful not to stab his boner into the table, and felt Angelina drape the towel over his butt. 

Frank heard her hands as she rubbed them vigorously together to warm the oil, and felt the soft, soothing touch of her hands as she began to rub his shoulders. 

"You and your friend are much more muscular than the usual clients," she said casually.

Frank could tell she was buttering him up for a bigger tip, but he played along, "Oh yeah?"

"Si, papi," she said, "Usually, we get the older guests in the spa, and the younger guys just try and pick us up after work."

"Oh, they must not know what they're missing," Frank said, "Speaking of which, where is everyone?"

"You're the last two of the day I guess, we close at 5 and you came it at 4:30."

"Are we still getting hour long massages?" Frank asked, trying to not sound like the typical whiny tourist.

"Oh si, yes," she replied, quickly, "We usually give the last client an extra long rub."

Frank could almost hear her smile as she spoke, and the way she dragged out the first syllable in "extra" gave him a warm feeling in his gut and his crotch. The massage continued with small talk about life, work, and the resort. The relaxing nature of the rub-down somehow made Frank feel more drunk than when he'd come in.

Angelina had finished on his back and had worked her way from his feet up his legs. She was on his thighs when Frank began to wonder how long he had left, so he asked.

"You have about 20 minutes left on your hour," she replied, "But I can clock out even later if you want."

"That'd be nice," he said, his head almost fuzzy.

Her hands were at the tops of his thighs, and each rub sent a tingling sensation of excitement through his balls and up his shaft. His penis began leaking precum onto the table as it urged against the soft covering. Frank's pulse was faster than usual, despite the relaxing massage, and he almost didn't hear Angelina when she spoke again.

"Should I get your front?" She asked.

"Yes please," Frank responded, rolling over without a second thought.

The silence was heavy in the room after he'd turned. The towel had slipped off, and his long, thick, veiny erection was laying proudly up his crotch, pointing towards his chest. His balls were taught and ready for action, and a small drip of clear fluid fell from the head of his hard-on. Angelina stared at it, her face frozen in shock. She quickly stooped and grabbed the towel, carefully draping it over Franks exposed privates.

"Sorry," he said, sheepishly.

"Oh, no, don't be papi," she said, recovering nicely, "It's perfectly natural when a lady is touching you, happens all the time."

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay, nothing I haven't seen before." She replied, smile widening as her eyes twinkled.

The massage continued on his chest, Angelina's heavy, round breasts just inches from his face as she rubbed his body slowly. His buzz was giving him a little more courage, so he openly gawked at the mounds of flesh just barely contained in the dress. His mind was rapidly drawing speculative pictures of Angelina naked, how she'd look oiled up and getting pounded by Frank's massive erection. 

"So, a lot of your clients get huge boners when you rub them down?" He blurted out, surprised at his own brash conversation.

Angelina froze for a moment, then continued the conversation as if it were natural, "Maybe not as big as that, but a lot of the men get excited."

"Well, I can understand, you're very beautiful."

"Gracias papi."

"You ever..." his hesitation let him feel a hint of the nerves his buzz was hiding. Franks pulse was rapid and pounding, he felt butterflies he hadn't felt since high school before his first time having sex, and his palms were slick with sweat. He took a half breath and finished the sentence, "...touched one?"

"A few times, on accident," she said, calmly, "one man actually popped the moment my hand nudged his huevos."

"Huevos?"

"Oh, sorry, balls."

"So you've never..." he hesitated again, almost shivering in his nerves, "given a 'Happy Ending'?"

"What's that?"

"Oh, you know, it's when the masseuse, gives EVERY part of the client some special attention."

"You mean..." it was her turn to hesitate. Frank couldn't tell if her professionalism was covering for how uncomfortable she was, or if she was just as excited and nervous as he. She continued, "...like jacking him off?"

"Yeah."

"No, papi, but they've offered me extra tips to do it."

"So you don't, or you won't?"

"No, I won't, but I'm flattered that you'd ask."

"Why?"

"You must find me, so.... What's the word? Attractive?"

"That I do."

Her bubbly, magical giggle bounced out of her throat again, "Gracias papi, maybe you can find me outside of work and we can hang out."

"Really? You aren't just being nice to the tourist that came here with his guy friend?"

"Really. But you have to find me; I won't make it easy papi."

Her playful wink sealed his affections forever. He was hers, as far as Frank was concerned. He wanted her bad, wanted to rip that tight dress off and pound her senseless, filling her with his seed. Her body language let on that she was a little turned on too, but Frank didn't push the issue.

Angelina was apprehensive to rub his thighs again, but, without the continued advances of Frank, she quickly relaxed and resumed her usual massage. She finished up after an hour and a half total time, and Frank reached for his wallet, remembering he'd left it in the locker room. He opened his mouth to tell her he'd bring her the tip.

"No, no, no," she said, smiling and lightly resting her hand on his wrist, "You can say my tip is seeing you later. How long are you staying?"

"A week, maybe a little more." He said, sharing her smile.

"Good. I like to hang out by the pool or in the dance club when I'm not working. Keep your eyes open for me."

"I will."

Frank left the room and changed, his foolish grin never leaving his face. Tom entered a short while after, looking relaxed, but not nearly as excited as Frank. They both changed in silence and walked back to the front desk. Angelina was waiting to say good-bye.

"Hope to see you again, sirs," she said, standing and shaking Tom's hand before turning to Frank.

She took a quick step forward and planted a kiss on Frank's cheek, "Hasta luego, Frank."

All he could do was smile as he gazed into her eyes. They stood like that for a moment before he and Tom walked out, Frank waving back to her like a school boy. 

"What was that all about?" Tom asked, giving Frank a grin, "You get a little tug with your rub?"

"Nope, just a little keyed up with an invitation to meet her again; outside of work." Frank said.

"You dog!" Tom replied, a little too loudly, "I've got some blue balls too, let's hit the bar again and try to get some ass."

"Where ever you want to go." Frank replied, his mind still on Angelina.

The drinks were pouring and the girls were sexy, but most of them were taken, or not wanting to leave their group for two strange men at the bar. By 10, they'd decided to call it a bust and go to bed, even hornier than when they started. They found their room, their intoxication just below the "knee walking" level, still chatting about anything and everything that came to mind.

"Geez I'm ready to go," Tom said, chuckling at the sizeable lump in his shorts.

"Me too," Frank replied, completely ignoring how personal the conversation was.

"That chick in the blue skirt totally wanted it," Tom said, referencing one of the many attractive women who'd declined to talk for longer than a few minutes.

"I know, maybe tomorrow," Frank said pulling off his shirt and plopping onto the couch.

Tom took a seat at the other end and grabbed the remote. The TV clicked on to the resort menu, advertising amenities and specials during the week. Tom scrolled through the options, flicking past 'Cable TV', 'Games', 'Sports', 'News', 'Weather', and finally stopping on 'Adult'. While the cursor hovered on the 'Adult' option, the background faded into a couple under some sheets in a passionate embrace. Tom had no second thought as he clicked on the option and a warning popped up. He didn't pause to read it. 

"I assume we're both over 18?" Tom asked, not waiting for a reply.

Frank was busy reading the adult titles, full of raunchy, suggestive movie names. Tom clicked down to one and read the info, which described group, male-female, and girl-on-girl scenes held within a good 2 hours worth of skin flick.


Rebound Vacation Ch. 01



"Well, you're the bank roll on this trip, can we rent it?" Tom asked, hovering on the option.

"Why not? Only 15 bucks." Frank said, shrugging.

Tom clicked the option before setting down the remote and pulling off his own shirt. They were bare footed and bare chested, sitting on the couch with a seat between them as the black screen displayed the opening credits with generic porn groove music playing in the background. Tom stood suddenly and walked back to the bedroom, returning quickly with a bottle of cocoa butter body oil that he set on the coffee table. He left again and came back with two towels, handing one to Frank.

"To sit on, if you're so inclined." Tom said, laying his towel out on his seat and dropping his shorts. 

Frank was a little caught off guard. Tom was still in boxer shorts, but it was clear that he was intent on getting off tonight. He'd read online about mutual masturbation, and seen classifieds on websites looking for male J/O buddies, but he'd never been in a situation where he would experience it firsthand. Rather than make it weird, or weirder than it already was, Frank set out his towel and stripped down to his underwear as well. Frank was wearing boxer-briefs in anticipation of the heat, and the thin fabric clung tightly to the growing form of his boner as it slowly stretched out to his right hip.

They sat, watching the TV as a girl-on-girl scene started in a shower. Frank kept his hands on his thighs; his nerves were back, the raw excitement and curiosity bouncing around in his head. Tom was a like a brother to Frank, and Frank wasn't interested in men, but there was no denying the appeal to just chilling on a couch while you jack off with the group. It was a kind of openness and level of comfort that Frank was interested in experiencing.

The two bleach blondes with fake tits and plump bottoms kissed passionately on the TV, rubbing the others curves with soap suds and they moaned softly at their counterparts touch. It was generic, calm stuff that was enough to get the juices flowing, but not really get Frank ready to blow. A quick glance to his left showed Tom lightly rubbing his rod through the thin fabric of underwear.

Frank was also absent-mindedly rubbing his shaft through the cotton. Tom chanced a glance over, before broaching some conversation.

"Damn, they're hot, but porno is always better with some good hard fucking."

"Totally agree, maybe the next scene will really pick it up."

As if on cue, the girls finished licking and sucking each other's cunts, the TV fading to black before the next scene opened. A cute girl with a round, thick, thong-clad ass hanging out of the bottom of a very short skirt, skipped up a set of steps with a pizza in hand. She was wearing some fictional pizza-company hat, a tight zip-up hoodie, and knee socks with white tennis shoes. Her bright red hair was done up in pig-tails. She rang the doorbell and a buff man in gym shorts and nothing else answered the door, welcoming her inside.

"This should be good." Tom said, intensifying the stimulation he was giving himself.

Frank silently agreed and watched the scene unfold. It occurred to Frank that it had be a week since his last release, and it was probable that he and Tom were both experiencing the downside of the single life. The standard porno small talk ensued, and Frank wondered what would trigger their wild, aggressive fuck-session. His question was answered when the pizza-girl dropped her changed at the feet of the customer. She bent quickly to retrieve it, coming eye level with the man's package, which was clearly getting to full-length.

The camera quickly panned to the man's face, wide-eyed as it cut to what he was staring at. Her doubling over had shifted the skirt, giving full view of the small triangle at the back of her blue-plaid thong, which pointed down toward the deep valley between her ass cheeks. As improbable as the whole scenario was, she stood, smiling, and got closer, a hand caressing his junk.

Frank thought back to his fantasies about Angelina, and glanced absent-mindedly at Tom, who was clearly past excited and into full-on arousal. Casting all inhibitions aside, Frank stood and pulled off his briefs, allowing all 8 inches of his manhood to bounce into the air. He stood for a moment alone, before Tom stood up and dropped his own clothes, leaving both of them in the buff. 

They'd both clearly surmised that this was past standard codes of modesty, and gave the other's package a glance. Frank noticed that Tom was packing a surprisingly large 7-inch cock, despite his height. Tom was also incredibly thick, his dick was shaped like a cucumber, with a girthy, almost as big around as a standard soda can, middle that tapered to a thinner end. His balls hung heavy and reddened between his legs. Frank looked back at his longer, also rather thick cock. His veins stood out proudly, and his balls, although not as large as Tom's, still were nothing to be ashamed of.

After sizing the other up, they sat, Tom reaching for the oil and drizzling a generous amount on his thick meat. He handed the bottle to Frank, who lubed his own shaft up before propping the bottle between them. Frank gripped his base, as did Tom, and they gave the first up-stroke almost in unison. 

They each let out a soft sigh as they slowly pumped up and down. The pizza-girl on the TV was bent over a kitchen counter, one leg extended out to one side as she got railed from the back by the man. Her moans were loud, and sounded genuine as he brought her orgasm after orgasm.

Frank's fist was rapidly working up to full speed as his excitement built. The sloshing and squishing noises next to him said that Tom was doing the same. The couple on the TV had shifted to a table chair, where the pizza girl rode the man reverse cowgirl. The camera occasionally switched from a view of her bulbous rump jiggling as she pounded down on his crotch, to a shot of her breasts quivering in time with her bounces. 

Frank's mind again drifted to Angelina, and he imagined her delicate fingers tightly gripping his cock as she worked him to an orgasm on her massage table. The combined stimulation of the porn, his own hand, and his visions of Angelina were too much, and Frank felt his scrotum twitch. A great heat spread through his abdomen and up his shaft as his stomach clenched and his cock spasmed. The first rope of hot, pearly semen sprang from the tip, arcing magnificently through the air. The furthest point of his first blast reached about mid-way up Frank's chest, and drew a thick, gleaming like down his torso to the tip of his cock. The second surge sent another rope flying that squarely hit his right nipple, leaving another solid trail to his crotch. Frank kept stroking through the orgasm as a two more strands landed around his belly button, and a final twitch of his boner sprayed a final few droplets up onto his stomach.

As Frank's head drifted through the post-orgasmic haze, he heard quick breathing followed by a grunt as Tom unleashed his own spray. Tom's large balls proved to have a functionality worth their form as his massive, pent up ejaculated erupted from his cock. The first rope shot up past his shoulder, ending on the back of the couch level with his ear. The second went straight back, drawing a line from the tip of his dick to his Adam's apple. With another twitch, he released a third rope that touched his collar bone, falling between the first two. There was a fourth, and a fifth eruption of pearly ejaculate that both made it onto his chest. Frank was astounded at how long Tom's cum was lasting, as a sixth strand made it past his belly button. Tom finally relaxed, one last spray still hitting his stomach before he relinquished his grip on his glistening shaft.

They sat in silence, only the moans of the pizza girl on the TV to keep them company.

"I'll grab some washcloths," Frank said, finally recovering enough to stand.

"Wanna beer?" Tom asked, getting up.

"Sure."

Frank retreated to the bathroom, his semen lazily dripping down his abdomen as it gleamed in the soft lighting of the lamps. His still-half-hard cock bobbed in front of him, pointing the way past the bedroom. He returned with several cloths, wiping himself off with one as he tossed four more onto the couch. Tom had popped their beers open, and was standing, watching the TV as almost his entire abdomen shimmered in a thick coat of his own cum. He eventually grabbed two cloths to clean himself up.

"That was pretty impressive." Frank mentioned, gesturing at Tom's torso.

"Thanks," Tom said, chuckling, "I've always had pretty big loads, but it's been a while, so that was an extra large shot."

"I noticed." Frank replied, as he sat and sipped his beer back on the couch.

"Yours wasn't too bad either," Tom said, clearly searching for casual conversation now that they weren't as horny.

"Yeah, it's been a while for me too." 

"I hear ya, I'm probably good for round two in a little while here."

"Definitely."

Tom sat down as well, and they nursed their beers as they watched the conclusion of the scene they'd just cum to. The red headed pizza girl was flat on her back, legs to the ceiling on the kitchen table, gasping for breath as her man pounded with all his might. The rhythmic thrusting, accompanied with the wet smacking of flesh, went on for a few minutes before the man abruptly pulled his cock out of her used-up hole and told her to kneel. She complied, and he gave her a sloppy facial.

"That didn't hold a candle to us." Tom said, almost startling Frank.

"I know what you mean, but at least he had a woman to screw."

"That's true," Tom replied, chuckling again, "But he didn't have a cock like either of ours either."

Frank took another look at Tom's member, which had gotten a little soft and was dropping between his wide-spread legs. He had to admit, both of them were well-hung, probably too big for some women, and Tom's girth alone looked like it was enough to send most girls over the edge.

"Yea, yours is ridiculously thick." Frank said, ignoring how strangely personal this had all gotten.

"For real, this thing practically split open my first lady," Tom replied, casually enough to keep the conversation comfortable, "You've got the length on me, though."

Frank looked at his own manhood, which was finding new life as the porno carried into its next scene. He agreed, commenting that they would make a formidable double-team for any woman intrepid enough to take them both on at once. They laughed, and turned their attention back to the porn, which was a tantalizing group scene already building up to full momentum.

Seven men and four women were in a large, marbled living room. The women were in various states of undress, it appeared as if the setting was a fancy dinner party where the "main course" was several servings of cock sided with a sticky shot of cum. All the men were completely nude, and had already begun to service and be serviced by the ladies. Licking, sucking, gagging, and stroking was all occurring at once, and it was enough to get anyone excited.

Frank felt a nudge as Tom passed him the oil again, and Frank accepted the bottle, giving himself another sloppy portion. His cock was gleaming in the light, with the veins highlighted by the shine. He skipped all manner of slow-going, and began working his shaft with fervor. His grip was tight as his hand slipped and twisted around the slippery surface of his flesh. 

On the TV, one of the women was receiving a thorough double-penetration in her vagina and ass, while leaning over to one side to lick the exposed labia of another actress. The man in her asshole pulled out, and another cock stepped in to take his place. She moaned her approval, and stopped eating out her friend to give the new lover a long tongue kiss over her shoulder. Meanwhile, the woman receiving cunnilingus was deep-throating a massive, ebony penis, making sure he was good and hard before bringing his member down to stretch out her tight hole.

Frank was getting closer and closer, and he could tell Tom was on his way as well, from how tense their bodies were. The camera came in tight on a bleach blonde, gagging around one cock while another rammed her from behind, and both Frank and Tom exploded. 

Franks orgasm was longer lasting than the first, but definitely a smaller, less forceful load. He regretted not waiting longer between his orgasms, but enjoyed himself just the same. Tom, on the other hand, came as if it were the first of the night, throwing several ivory ropes on and around his torso. 

They finally came down, and agreed it was a good idea to clean up and go to bed. Frank wiped down and took a quick shower before grabbing his underwear and collapsing onto the mattress. Tom's shower was just as brief, and he too retired to the other side of the bed.

"G'night, man." Tom said, over his shoulder.

"See you tomorrow bro." Frank mumbled into his pillow, already feeling extremely tired. 

They fell asleep quickly, Frank dreaming of Angelina, and Tom dreaming of anything with breasts and a desire for sex. Either way, they both would agree, it was a decent start to a mind-blowing week south of the border.

[I'll start working on chapter 2 right away! Dawn and Jake are going to add a lot to this cast! Real sex next time, promise!]