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!]