The year after high school, my girlfriend and I headed to Galveston Island for Spring Break. Our first night there, we happened on an exciting and unusual incident.
While drinking and partying at the pool of our hotel, and generally soaking up the wild atmosphere, our festivities were interrupted by a guy who called out: "Hey, everybody! Look up here!"
There, on the second floor balcony, was tall and well-muscled man standing next to a naked guy. The naked guy was chubby, and his plump erection pointed up to the sky. His hands were on his head, with his fingers interlaced, and he stared straight ahead, never down at the party-goers.
The crowd cheered and applauded the nudity. And as the two retreated into the room, the clothed man slapped the other guy's bare butt.
We all chuckled and speculated on the goings-on inside the room. Then, about an hour later, the balcony door opened again. We all looked up, expectant, after someone announced what was happening.
This time, the naked guy was crawling backwards on all-fours. The clothed man rode on the other guy's back, facing the exposed ass and the crowd.
Cheering erupted again as the clothed man waved a paddle that clearly said: "SPRING BREAK." He swung down and whacked the bare butt beneath him. More cheers and laughter, as the crowd moved closer to the balcony and positioned themselves for better views by standing on chairs, tables, or (for girls) their boyfriends' shoulders.
The clothed man brought his paddle down about 15 times on each cheek. Then, he instructed his nude horse to back closer to the railing and spread his legs. This afforded an unobstructed view of the still-stiff hard-on and swaying balls. And, of course, the crowd cheered louder.
"Anybody who wants to see Act Two can come on up to room 205," the clothed man announced. And he smacked his steed again, directing him to crawl back into the room.
My girlfriend, Jill, wanted to go. So we grabbed the rest of our six-pack and made our way to the room.
In addition to us, there were two other couples, a single guy, and two "unattached" girls.
We entered and sat on the bed and chairs. The clothed guy introduced himself as Ronnie. Ronnie still straddled the naked guy, who still faced the other way on all-fours and presented his reddened ass to us.
"This here is Pooch. Pooch was naughty. He was caught hanging out with guys from a rival fraternity. So, he's gotta do everything I tell him, . . . or else." And then he let loose with a sudden smack of the SPRING BREAK paddle to accentuate his statement.
Pooch yelped.
"First of all," Ronnie went on, "let's everybody look at this." And he laid the paddle on the floor and spread Pooch's whelp-covered cheeks. A tight, puckered hole was revealed, blinking at us. Some of the girls giggled, and it sounded as though Pooch was lightly sobbing at his embarassment (or pain).
Next, he invited us to take turns paddling.
"Paddle him, honey." One of the girls encouraged her boyfriend to dispense some discipline. She held his beer while he took up the challenge. Boy, did he ever let rip. He mercilessly beat that naked butt, and Pooch dropped all pretense and started out-right bawling. But, he took his punishment.
Next, one of the single girls stepped forward, picked up the paddle and ordered Pooch to stand up and turn around. As we all suspected, his chubby erection was as hard as ever. It was thick and about 7 inches long.
"You spank that while I spank this." The girl explained, and began paddling his backside while we all watched him tug on his pud. "Faster!" She said. And she increased the speed and force of her blows. "That's it, Pooch, blow your wad for the nice people."
Others joined in and encouraged the guy to squirt his goo, which he promptly did. He erupted ribbons of cum which sprayed the floor all around his feet.
We all applauded the performance.
Then, the single guy stepped forward and took the paddle. This time, Pooch was ordered to turn around, bend over and touch his toes. The guy caressed the burning buns, examining the damage they had sustained. "Ya know," he said, bending down on one knee and spreading those plump globes with his thumbs to expose the tight hole, "I sure would like to _f_u_c_k_ that."
He looked over at Ronnie. Pooch, too, with a panicked look, glanced at Ronnie. Ronnie considered it a moment. And one couple left when the girl said she didn't want to see two guys have _s_e_x_.
Finally, Ronnie announced his decision. "Nope. I'm gonna have to say no. But, I will let you _f_u_c_k_ his mouth while someone spanks him." Pooch's watered and puffy eyes widened with disbelief.
Without a moment's consideration, the single guy dropped his bathing suit and revealed his 10-inch penis. It was slender, but it had a large, purple mushroom head. The single guy ordered Pooch on all-fours and moved into position with his _c_o_c_k_head hovering under Pooch's nose.
Jill announced: "We'll spank him!" And she pulled me by the hand. We, too, knelt on either side of Pooch. And, since I am left-handed, we each began to spank a blazing cheek with our bare hands. Pooch's abused ass jiggled and danced under the fury of our bare-handed blows.
The crowd moved position so they could see the insertion. That slender pecker popped its big head in Pooch's mouth and the shaft began to methodically disappear. Eventually, the entire length slipped down Pooch's throat, then withdraw leaving nothing but the swollen _c_o_c_k_head inside the mouth. We timed our strokes with the hip motion of the other guy, and pretty soon the tears were flowing down Pooch's face. With each thrust, Pooch's nose buried in the dense pubic hair at the base of the guy's dick.
I don't think Ronnie intended him to, but the single guy blew his wad down Pooch's violated throat.
Then, the spent Pooch was ordered to crawl to the balcony (spitting out sperm as he went), where Ronnie proceded to piss all over his naked slave.
The crowds were forming and cheering again. "Pooch is gonna stay out here on the balcony. Any of you people need to piss, come on up to room 205 and you can piss on him out here on the balcony! In his mouth, in his ass, . . . wherever!"
Three guys with beers in their hands stumbled over the chairs to get to the door. They clearly needed to relieve their bladders, and didn't want to waste their piss in toilets or urinals.