I could feel Stavros' hard nipples and wiry chest hair against my own smooth chest. I wrapped my hands around his meaty arse and fondled the melon cheeks. His short, thick nub of a cock poked into me. I felt his hands tug at my Speedos and I wriggled my bubble butt and let him lower them and then I stepped right out of them as they reached my knees. I heard a gasp from the onlookers as my slender nine inch pole swung free in the breeze. And then it was wrapped up in Stavros' large hand. I tugged at his Speedos and he pushed them down. His five inch cock was as thick as a beer can and as brown as cinnamon. It was surrounded by a dense jungle of black hair. Below hung two brown, goose egg sized balls. They were surprisingly smooth, as so deliciously warm, as I rolled them around in my hand. He sighed as I rubbed the circumcised head of his thick cock which was thicker around at the base than at the crown. I tried wrapping my fingers around the base but failed. Man this was one thick hog and I was afraid that I had bitten off more than I could chew but for a man like Stavros I was prepared to try anything.
I fell to my knees and gazed lovingly at the thick monster that was mine for the next half hour or so. I pressed my face into his hairy crotch and inhaled his strong, masculine scent. And then I opened wide and let that fat hog into my warm mouth. He let out a cry and cradled my head in his hands. Very, very gently he face fucked me as I worked my hand into the deep, deep crack of his hairy arse. After ten minutes of sucking on his cock candy he turned around and pushed his meaty bum at me. I greedily parted his cheeks and buried my face in his crack. My tongue sought out the wrinkled treat at its heart. He moaned softly as I ate him out. My tongue worked its way deeper and deeper into his butt hole. And then he begged me to fuck him.
It was all I needed to hear. In a flash I was lubricating my cock. Stavros got down on to an air mattress that was lying around the side of the pool. I knelt behind him and admired the sight of his big, brown hairy arse. I still could not it was being offered to me. Earlier I had greedily drank in the sight of it, trussed up in his tiny Speedos, and had been storing the memory to use later that night. But now that was not necessary; I had the real thing cracked open in invitation just for me. I looked over at the other guys and noticed a few of them rubbing their boners through the swimming gear; one or two had already hauled them out and a shiver of anticipation goose-pimpled my flesh. My long, thin, curved cock was totally lust inflamed mow; the head was ruby red and a long drool of precum hung from the eye. I grabbed hold of it now and I guided it into his crack.
I rubbed my cock head against his wrinkled pucker. My sex juices slicked a trail over his truffle for my hungry cock to follow. The sensation of the underside of me sensitive cock rubbing over his big, brown spice hole was almost enough for me to spunk off right there and then. I had never been so horned up for a fuck in all of my life but still I teased him, working just the tip in to him, over and over. At last, he could endure no more of this torture and started begging me for cock. His guests egged me on. I could hold out no more. I let him have it in one fell swoop. All nine inches punched in to him and I was sunk to the nuts.
Aah, the heat of his arse! It was like warm silk, like heated satin.