Zack McGraw had been a hot prospect—golden boy for San
Diego/Blazers. An injury forced management to rethink his contract—it was
their decision Zack was to be traded down to the El Paso/Rumble; he was
lucky to be picked up by any team, even the minors. Zack’s right arm had
put him on the sideline for a year and a half, any symphony his comrades
once had for him had long ago vanished. Truth be told Zack was never liked
by his teammates, he was from a small town in Mississippi, a fact that seem
to grade on the nerves of the San Diego team. He was always on the
defense; they seemed to enjoy needling him at every chance. Consequently he
was a loner, except for Beverly, his wife, he had no friends and his heavy
drinking was seriously damaging that relationship. The prospects of a
reduced lifestyle from Zack’s trade down had Beverly burning the midnight
oil thinking of suitable career for him after football.
Zack failed to grasp the changes the new contract would bring;
he left all that for Bev to manage. After much thought she concluded
the single plus the twenty-three year old jock had going for him was
his looks—he was drop dead gorgeous.
Memorial Day weekend was coming up and Beverly had finally persuaded Zack
to take a little vacation in Baja California, to the beach area west of
Tijuana. He had refused to go to any beaches near San Diego and run the
risk of being recognized; an incident that happened last year was still
fresh in his memory—he had been verbalized by a drunken disgruntled fan.
Beverly drove to Mexico and Zack drank steady the entire trip. Bev was
determined not let him pick a fight, his usual plan of action when
confronted with something he didn’t want to do. They parked the car and
walked the short distance to the beach. As soon as they reached the sand
they were confronted by a large sign that said NO GLASS OR CANS ON THE
BEACH. Zack threw down his chest of beer and looked at Bev as if it had
been some diabolical plot hatched out by her just to make him as miserable
as possible—setting in the sun without beer was unthinkable. Zack ask a
vendor selling watermelon slices where he could find a beer stand. The
vendor chuckled and pointed down the beach. Zack thanked him and purchased
two slices of watermelon. By now Bev was seething, the slice of melon just
added to the burden she was already carrying; she followed a few feet
behind Zack mumbling her displeasure.
Bev was aware of the lustful attention Zack was generating as they
strolled down the beach. She understood Spanish and people were talking
about his good looks. Typically he was oblivious to the commotion he was
stirring up; before marriage they had been high school sweet hearts so
Bev had a long history of jealousy. Secretly she enjoyed their isolation;
although Zack had never been unfaithful Bev didn’t want any temptation around.
She studied him as she followed; he was the palest man on the beach and
his muscles and flaming red hair seemed to dance in the bright sun light
as he walked. After walking for almost a mile they saw a palmetto thatched
roof in thedistance; a crowd of rough looking surfer- type surrounded the open bar.
The surfers watched them intently as they spread their blanket on the white
sand. Zack was so happy beer was back in the equation, he smiled as he
jogged toward the open bar, the prospects of a cool beer sent happy
feelings charging though his body. The bartender had two draft beers
waiting as Zack approached. “Here ya go my big gringo friend— two suds! Ice
cold just the way you like ‘em.” He smiled at Zack and pushed the tall
paper cups to the flame haired hunk. Zack fumbled around in his fanny pack
and retrieved his wallet. “What’s the damage my friend?” “Put ya gringo
dollars away! First few brews are on the house.” The other patrons had
surround Zack and were chanting for him to chugalug the beers. Zack was
downing the second beer as two fresh drafts were pushed in front of him.
They all laughed and hands slapped Zack on the back, a few landed on his
butt. Zack’s stride was a little wobblier on the return trip to the
blanket. The surfer dudes watched the big jock’s ass juggle as he carried
the beers; they moaned and made cat calls loud enough for Bev to respond
with a glair of disapproval. Juan, the bartender, watched the couple
stretch out on the blanket. “Man that gringo stud just downed a double dose
of Viagra and Ecstasy! He’s going to be ready to party-party soon.” He
groped his rock hard cock as he though about getting in big red’s pants.
Bev was the first to notice the bulge in Zack’s swim trunks. “What’s gotten
in to you? It’s just not decent and you better stop it this minute!” She
began to access the wisdom of their Mexican vacation, clearly he was headed
for disaster; her face registered the disappointment and rage that was
building. She took a sip of beer. “God this is rot-gut beer!” She quickly
poured it on the sand. Zack was enraged that she didn’t offer the beer to
him before pouring it out. “Fuck you Bev! That was perfectly good beer.” He
thought about the effect that callous act would have on the bartender.
After all it was sort of a welcome gift. Bev yelled a stream of reprimands
aimed at Zack and stormed away half running down the beach. A loud cheer
was heard from the surfers and someone yelled out. “Dude just went
ballistic and told his woman to fuck off! No pussy for our gringo boy
tonight, guesses its going to be us that get lucky after all!” Zack rolled
over on his stomach and decided to soak up some rays while waiting for Bev
to come back…he dozed off wondering why his dick was hard.
He was awakened from his deep sleep by the sounds of moans and laughter;
someone was rubbing Jerkins lotion on his back and legs. The smell was
the first clue that he was being coated with the lotion. Bev used the
stuff when she lubed his cock before a good fucking. As he turned his
head the setting sun temporarily blinded him; he shaded his eyes
with his hand, half expecting to see Bev. He was jolted to find
his blanket surrounding by the surfers, silhouetted by the last rays
of the sun. Juan, the bartended was kneeling over applying the Jerkins lotion.
“It’s okay Big Red you just got to much sun for a pale dude, this going to
keep you from a burn latter tonight.” Juan had a big smile as he stared down
at the bewildered jock. He slapped his ass and told Zack to turn over.
Without hesitation he complied; it was Zack’s rock hard cock that brought
responses from the surfers. It was running down the left side of his leg
and poking out his swim trunks; it was the biggest cock they had seen in
a long time. A handsome young surfer called Rip knelled down beside Juan;
he had a bronze body and Rastafarian hair. “Fuck man check out the dude’s
big tool! God the thing must be 9 inches and thick as a brick.” He grabbed
hold and started milking it. Zack’s face lit up, it felt wonderful, but
like all straight men he felt compelled to object so he yelled. “What the
fuck you think your doing!” His attempt at stopping the invading hand on his cock was short lived as
his arms were stretched above his head. Someone raised Zack’s head and a
cup of orange juice and GHB was brought to his mouth. “Drink it down
stud…it‘ll have you feeling great in a few minutes” the skinhead surfer
laughed.
“Or…it’ll make you feel great to us.” Zack felt his trunks being
pulled down his legs; hands were all over his body exploring his nether
regions. A bottle of poppers was placed under his nose; his mouth was
covered and his left nostril blocked. “That’s it fucker, take a deep
breath…you’ll feel a rush all over your body. “ The poppers were moved to
the other side and he breathed in deeply; at the same moment he was feeling
a burning rush through body his cock was being jacked hard and forcefully
into someone’s hot mouth. Zack’s legs were raised and he felt a tongue
lapping at his opening trying to force its way in; the tongue was replaced
with a finger, finally two figures sawed away at the entrance. His protests
were completely incoherent, and the band of expatriates taunted him with
their replies. “Hey gringo we can’t understand ya—sounds like you got a
dick in the mouth or something—or maybe ya just needing a big dick for a
little oral gratification.” The surfers laughed with each reply.
The surfers had dropped their board trunks and were slowly jacking, like roman
candles they begin shooting off plastering Zack’s body and face; the thick
white cum was clinging to his skin like glue, refusing to run except on the
steepest inclines. A glob on his nose moved slowly down to his lips; a wild
cheer went up when Zack’s tongue made a swipe at his top lip, licking it
clean. A skinhead surfer with a rippling muscular body like a pit bull, and
covered in prison tats straddled Zack’s chest. He aimed his long cock at
his mouth. “It’s dick-sucking time! If I feel any damn teeth against my
god-like cock I’ll take a lead pipe to you—and you’re still goanna deep-
throat and swallow—got that pretty boy? Juan grabbed Zack’s ball and
twisted them until he screamed. “Pay attention down here Gringo its
cherrybusting-101, you’re our star pupil tonight and we got fifteen
swinging cocks for your enjoyment.” Juan continued to stroke Zack’s
prostrate with three fingers; suddenly Zack arched his back and shot off
straight up. The first volley of cum was thick and exploded like a geyser
three feet high and landed on his washboard abs. Rod, the skinhead surfer
straddling Zack’s chest, reached back and dragged two figures through the
cum collecting on Zack’s abdomen and started painting his lips. “Gringo boy
I want you to suck your cum off my fingers.” Zack was operating on
automatic pilot and sucked and licked the fingers. “Way to suck Gringo…now
I got something your goanna love!” Rod removed his fingers from Zack’s
mouth and quickly replaced them with his long dick, shoving half the cock
in his mouth. Zack began to gag and choke; Rod laughed. “Breath through
your noise and relax your throat…I’m driving this bad boy all the way!”
Juan had chosen his moment to bust Zack’s cherry well; it was if he was
synchronized with Rod’s cock, they both lunged forward, impaling poor Zack
with their throbbing tools; pausing for a moment to give him a chance to
adjust then they pulled back and started to pile drive in a rhythm. Zack’s
cock stayed hard and pointing straight up, it started to twitch and throb
and then it exploded; a single string of cum shout up a few inches the rest
of the load simply bubbled up and ran down the sides of his cock and pooled
at the base. The surfers started cheering and clapping and one of them
shouted. “Dude, that’s the second time you fucked cum out of our Gringo!”
Juan held Zack’s legs around his waist as he fucked the big jock silly.
Seeing him cum without being touched was the catalyst to get him off. He
rammed his cock fast and furious and began to shoot his wad. Rod’s dick
throbbed deep in Zack’s mouth and after he shot his first load; he pulled
back until only the head rested on Zack’s tongue. The volume was greater
than he could handle swallowing and the excess run out the corners of his
mouth. The skinhead hopped up leaving strings of cum from his dick to
Zack’s mouth. Quickly another rider had taken his place forcing a thick
cock in the gringo’s mouth. Juan quickly stood up and removed the cum
filled rubber. “Gringo that was a diatomite fucks…If you last through the
night maybe I’ll get another fuck.” He tossed the used rubber on Zack’s
chest.
“Pussy Boy, going to be a hell of a lot more cum filled rubbers
before this show over.” Another surfer slid under Zack’s ass, wrapped his
long legs around his waist and started fucking like a jack rabbit. The bond
fire was dieing down and the break of dawn was only a few hours away, Juan
looked down at Zack as the last rider dismounted; he had pass out long ago
but the guys fucked him anyway. They had lost count of how many times Zack
took it up the ass, but judging from the used condoms stuck to his chest it
must have been the entire gang. Juan finished using all the shots in the
diagonal camera and took the used cassette from the camcorder. He took one
last look at the ravished jock, and chuckled to himself. “Clean the sweet
gringo up and give him a little rest he’ll be as good as new and ready to
tackle his new position—wide receiver.” Beverly came walking up with her
new lover hanging all over her; they stopped and looked down at Zack and
broke into laughter. “I thought you guys would have cleaned him up by now.”
Juan had a smug look. “You paid me to take the jock down and get pictures.
You didn’t pay me to make him all nice again…I Think you should wake his
ass up and let him deal with the shit. Might as well let him know
everything, how you set him up to get ass and mouth fucked all night…most
important how you will blackmail him into making movies and doing the
escort circuit.” Juan looked at Bruce, Beverley’s new plaything, he was
huge obviously a weightlifter; he looked familiar to Juan, probably has a
porn flick or two—also looked like he’d go down if you pushed his head a
little.
The End
