Please get me a towel, Mr. Tangerine Speedo...

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The beautiful beaches of Costa Rica were being inhabited by the most gorgeous man in history. Treize Kushrenada lay basking in the suns rays, enjoying his peaceful moments. He knew a perfect tan would earn him something more rewarding later. It always seemed to happen every vacation - he fell in love with some incredible island beauty, only to leave a week later and never see him again. But that hadn't happened all vacation. It was his last day at the resort and he hadn't had anyone yet. So that was all bound to change by that night.

He took a swim in the calm turquoise waters. The playful waves lulled under him, seeming to tease and say, "Why Treize, so relaxed? Haven't you had anyone to fuck yet?" He almost laughed at the notion.

After his short dip, he emerged and headed back to his beach chair. Cool sea water trickled and glistened over rippling muscle. This was just more self-assurance for Treize. Upon reaching his beach chair, he noticed that he had no towel; and although he enjoyed the attention he was getting from the hot-bodied men around, this presented a problem.

He called for a cabana boy - and was answered by an angel.

One male employee hurried to his assistance at Treize's beckoning call. His platinum blonde hair was almost as white as the sand, and also long, flowing and silky. But there was something else different about this beautiful creature. He wasn't dressed like the other cabana boys, with their loose black swimming trunks and hoel staff t-shirts. Instead, he wore a skimpy little tangerine-colored speedo.

Treize was being driven crazy. He let out a small moan of pleasure just at the sight of him. It took all of his effort not to get aroused. The blonde tease sauntered over and knelt beside him. "What can I get for you, sir?"

Treize flashed his most dashing smile and replied, "A towel, beauty."

Mr. Tangerine Speedo hurried off and returned moments later with a plush white towel. Treize gave him a sexy wink and the cabana boy slowly began to dab away at the water on his chest. Treize placed his hand on top of the young man's and slowly guided it downward. The hand skillfully slid across the abs and still continued further. Treize guided the towel across his inner thighs, feeling the desire pool rapidly between his legs. Almost letting go and giving in, he gave himself a little mental slap just in time. His eyes flew open and were staring right into the beautiful jewel-like ones of the other man.

"What's your name?" he asked breathlessly.

"I'm Zechs, Mr. Kushrenada," he replied in a husky voice.

Once again wordlessly, Treize slipped his spare key into the hand that was still on him, and Zechs walked away, understanding perfectly well that what they both wanted was going to happen.

Oh yeah, he thought, this was definitely worth the wait.

    Treize suavely ran a hand through his sleek mane of ginger hair. He was freshly cleansed and kept his clothing loose, wearing nohing but a flesh-toned kimono. At any minute, he would give into the sweet pleasure of the flesh with that lucious piece of art, Zechs...
    A solid yet soft rap on the door sealed fate. Treize answered with a confidently sexy smile. And there stood Mr. Tangerine Speedo, changed into a simple white shirt and black shorts.
    "Welcome," Treize tritely greeted.
    Zechs nodded, still under the influence of his understanding.
    "Please, make yourself comfortable," Treize offered. He handed the man the other kimono. Zechs slipped it on gracefully. Meanwhile, Treize occupied himself at the mini-bar. "Can I get you anything?"
    Zechs refused. "No, thank you. I don't need a drink."
    Treize analyzed this. Apparently Zechs was ready for what was coming. Impressive. He was also self-reliant, Treize had concluded. It was definitely a turn-on, just more to add to the list of appealing things Zechs held.
    The older man picked up a soft, thin slice of lime and started licking the juices suggestively. Zechs' eyes widened. Treize knew he had this man at his command. Slowly, he held his hand out to the other man's mouth. Zechs took his cue and licked the juice that was trickling down the skin between Treize's thumb and forefinger. His mouth fit perfectly over it.
    Treize couldn't wait any longer. He cupped the ounger man's face and brought it up to his own, and kissed him insistantly. Zechs moaned in pleasure. He darted his tongue through Treize's lips and slipped it over the other. The two mouths tangled into a smooth form of pure ecstasy. Zechs decided to take hold of this and broke away, trailing soft feathery kisses down the older man's neck. He bit and sucked at the sweet skin, giving pleasure to the both of them. Treize in turn ran his hands across the back of Zechs, rubbing in soothing circles. He stripped off the other man's kimono and pulled the white t-shirt over Zechs' head and continued. After a few minutes of this he placed his hands in between the younger man's legs and rubbed his hands over the tip of Zechs' aroused member.
    Zechs gasped and moaned against the skin of Treize's neck. "Oh Treize," he moaned in delight. Treize knew that he had hit a soft spot and continued to pump through the confining black material, all the while pushing Zechs toward and then onto the bed. Zechs was almost pushed over the edge with his soft fall onto the mattress and, heeding the warning, Treize stopped and slipped the shorts off, as well as his own kimono. The two were now completely nude.
    "You're beautiful," Treize murmered, kissing across Zechs' abs and inner thighs.
    "Don't tease, Treize," Zechs replied. He brought the man's face back up to his and kissed it insistantly again. "We don't need any prelude."
    Treize understood and went right to preparing them. He took out a small jar of lube from the nightstand and scooped some up with his fingers. He gave a generous coating over his own cock and Zechs' opening as well. As he had done so many times before, he first slipped two fingers in and probed. Zechs flinched with discomfort but soon gave in to pleasure as the fingers grazed his G-spot. He let out a small cry and Treize began.
    He positioned himself and slowly entered. "Am I hurting you?"
    Zechs could only moan with nothing but pleasure. His brain couldn't even function to get words out for this amazing feeling that seemed to explode inside him- literally. "Ah, harder..." he pleaded.
    Treize nodded and moaned, backed up and plunged in harder and faster than he had ever done. Over and over again, pumping himself inside of Zechs.
    Zechs moaned and screamed with every plunge, giving Treize even more pleasure than he had ever felt. Finally he grabbed hold of Zechs' own erection and both plummeted over the edge. Zechs' seed spilled over Treize's hand. Treize too came, trying to make it last a little longer but failing and ejecting his own hot fluid into Zechs' body.
    The two collapsed against the bed gasping for a breath of reality. Treize pulled out and turned Zechs over onto his back. Straddling him, he spread the seed over his lover's chest and licked it off delicately, relishing the honey-sweet nectar.
    Zechs moaned again and sighed, trying to regain himself. Treize looked down at the beautiful creature writhing under his touch; it pained him to think that after this they would be seperated, never to have each other again. But he fell fast asleep soon after, with pleasant dreams of his beauty dancing in his head...

Btw, the song that goes along with this is "Tangerine Speedo" by Caviar. You can find it on the Charlie's Angels soundtrack or Caviar's self-titled album. ^_~ It's an excellent song, go listen to it right away.