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Few things were quite as relieving as pulling into the parking lot after a 16-hour car trip. Of course, that was well offset by the 16-hour car trip itself. Next time, Tripp vowed, he would fly in. This wasn't worth saving a couple hundred bucks.

Pulling into the parking lot at 1 AM, well after most people were asleep, at least he didn't have to deal with long lines or crowds or anything. The lobby was dead silent, the clerk at the desk the only sign of life, and Tripp was glad for it - he wasn't in the mood to deal with a bunch of people, he just wanted to get his stuff in his room and relax.

It wasn't that he was sleepy - quite the contrary, he'd taken some pills to prevent that around the 13-hour mark, not wanting to fall asleep on the road and careen into a semi or something, and they were still well in effect, leaving him fairly awake and alert. His exhaustion was more the kind that came naturally on long drives, the lack of motion and the constant alertness that put on more stress than most would suspect. Relaxing meant some movement, but only a little...a bit of swimming and floating in the water sounded perfect.

As soon as he was checked in and unloaded, he got into his swim trunks and headed outside. The resort was beautiful, with several pools in a large outdoor area, the kind of place you could only get in or near the tropics. It was also almost completely empty, no surprise as it was nearly 2 AM. He relished it, especially because it was so nice out - it was a quite warm evening, temperatures in the low 80s with little wind or humidity. It felt almost perfect, and Tripp had no discomfort at all walking around in just a swimsuit. Had there been more people he might have dressed up a bit more just for modesty's sake, but as it was, he didn't see the point; there wasn't anyone else around to disapprove.

Well, almost no one...as he walked around, he managed to catch the sound of water moving over the constant trickle of the fountains. It took a minute, but he was able to catch sight of a moving figure in one of the pools. Curious, he walked on over towards the person, wondering who else would be out here at this time of night.

As he got near, the swimmer popped out and gave him a grin...a very toothy one. "Nice night for a swim, yeah?"

It wasn't quite what Tripp was expecting. He was a shark, one of the bluish-hued ones with a sleeker look to him, perhaps mako heritage. He wasn't huge, with a leaner build, but he seemed to at least be larger than Tripp and looked to be in much better shape. Swimmer's shape, in fact...Tripp hazarded a guess that he swam a lot more than casually.

"Nice night for anything, compared to up north in Ohio. Almost worth driving a whole day to get away."

"Driving? You're crazy! I'd lose it after a couple hundred miles."

"I won't be doing it again. Well, I'll be doing it once more, on the way back...but not after that. Planes for me from now on."

"That's the way to go for sure!" The shark grinned a bit wider. Tripp might have been unnerved by the mass of sharp teeth if the creature hadn't been so friendly thus far. "The name's Hauser. You?"

"Tripp. Nice to meet you. Mind if I dive in?"

"Go right ahead! I'm used to swimming in a full pool, at least when I get in. If those kids didn't want to be splashed they shouldn't've started it."

Tripp grinned back as he sidled into the water. He was liking Hauser already, the shark seemed like he was very easy-going and fun to be around. It took a minute for his body to adjust to the temperature, but the pool was actually quite comfortable, and he sighed peacefully as he felt the ache in his muscles relax a bit. "Ah, hell, that feels so good..."

"Feels like therapy, huh? Gotta be good after a long drive...you been waiting long to take a dip?"

"I pretty much just got in, actually...made a long drive here, so I popped some pills to keep me up during the drive, and they haven't quite worn off yet. I'll pay for it later, probably, but I just don't feel tired yet."

"I see! Mine's kind of the opposite story, slept on the plane ride over here. I have trouble sleeping on planes so I took a little something, and it knocked me out longer than I thought. Woke up at about 4, so I'm way off my schedule. I'll be up until sunrise, I'll bet. Good thing I don't have an early morning, huh?"

"God, if I had to wake up before noon, I would probably shoot myself. Fortunately the conference doesn't start until tomorrow afternoon."

Hauser chuckled. "Business trip, huh? My condolences."

Tripp shrugged. "Eh, at least it's nice weather. So what about you? You a swimmer?"

Hauser flashed him a playful grin. "That's the first thing that comes to your mind, huh? Fishy guy, must be a swimmer?"

"Uh..."

"Relax, I'm just playin' with you. I swim, but it ain't a career, just a good way to get exercise and relieve stress. I compete against a few guys for fun, but that's about it."

Tripp nodded. "Well, you look like you're a competitor."

"Heh, that's what they all say. They haven't seen some of the sharks out there...I could only hope to keep up with them! Nah, I go against guys that aren't quite as water-savvy as a species. That's all the more competitive I get."

"Really? You want to race against me?"

"You?" Hauser laughed. "What, you think you can take me?"

"Almost certainly not, but I'd like to see how well I keep up!"

"You're on, then!" Hauser grabbed the wall behind him and braced himself for a launch. "One lap forward and back, no stroke limit! You ready?"

"Not really, but I'm gonna try anyway." Tripp did his best impression of Hauser at the wall, though he felt ill at ease with it. "All right, when you want."

"Okay! Readyyyyy...GO!" Hauser was off like a shot, darting through the water like he was made for it, which he kind of was. Tripp found himself rather quickly outpaced, and though he soon got into a rhythm it was clear from the start that he wasn't making up any ground. The fabric of his suit wasn't helping him, whipping around in the water and slowing him down...as he swam, he could actually start to feel it fall down on his body, further getting in the way of his leg movements. By the time he hit the far wall, he could hear Hauser splashing up against their starting point. Not even close, not that he expected much better. He adjusted his suit before trying to return, taking it at an easier pace but still finding the same problem cropping up, making him struggle a bit with his stroke as he reached the wall, panting a bit from the exertion. This wasn't exactly his idea of relaxing, but it had been fun at least.

Hauser was grinning at him as he settled himself agains the wall again. "You okay over there? I ain't gonna need to play lifeguard in a moment, am I?"

"I'm fine...just need to adjust a bit..." Tripp said, turning a bit red. "The suit's just loose on me is all...I lost a bit of weight a while back, I guess I just didn't think about that. I don't get in the water that often."

"Ah. Might as well just ditch it and go without."

"Yeah...wait, what?"

Hauser snickered. "What? Who's gonna see it out here at this time of night? Besides, I didn't bother either, so you wouldn't be the only one." That fact had totally passed by Tripp...though, he realized, he hadn't really seen all that much of the shark's lower body above the water, so it would be easier to miss. "I won't mind, it's how the guys I swim with usually go."

Tripp hesitated, but only for a moment; the feeling of relative privacy, combined with the discomfort of the loose suit, were ready enough arguments against leaving it on. He pulled it off himself underwater and tossed it on the walkway next to the pool, a loud wet flop signaling its landing. Instantly he felt better; without the fabric dragging down him and restricting his legs, he felt more at ease moving around.

He spent another few minutes swimming around with the shark, just enjoying the warmth of the water and the exercise from moving around, both of which were well-wanted after the long drive. The awkwardness of being nude around him was quickly waning; if Hauser wasn't bothered by it, why should he be? Eventually, the two found themselves over next to the wall, resting side by side, both quite content.

"See, ain't that a lot better?" Hauser chuckled.

"Yeah, loads. A loose suit is a pain. Maybe I should go for the speedo type thing after all...always felt self-conscious about those, though."

"Eh, I'd go for comfort any day. Really, best comfort is nothing, but the skintight stuff is definitely better. So, you think you want a rematch?"

Tripp laughed. "I'll pass. I don't think I'm gonna gain a whole lotta time even doing things this way! Besides, I've been wearing myself down, that's only gonna make me slower."

"True, I suppose. Well, I'm game to just take a break myself, look around for a bit. It's a beautiful area, got a really nice view."

"Definitely." Tripp had a good view, but it wasn't the scenery around them. He found it hard to take his eyes off the shark - Hauser was easy on the eyes, to say the least. Standing next to each other, it suddenly struck him just how tall Hauser was. It was hard to tell swimming around, but now that they were right next to each other, the disparity was clear. Tripp was on the shorter side for a human anyway, but Hauser had a good foot on him, if not a bit more. The only sharks he had met before were either about his height and shape or huge and built like tanks...though, admittedly, that was a small number of past meetings. He certainly wasn't complaining; taller guys definitely did it for him.

A quiet chuckle brought him back to reality, and he went red as he realized Hauser had seen him staring. "Like what you see, do you?" Before Tripp could stammer out a protest or apology, the shark had his arm around him and pulled him closer, rubbing his hand along Tripp's chest and briefly playing with his nipple, giving him a bit of a shudder. "Don't worry...I do too. You're better-looking than most of the humans I've come across."

"R-really?" Tripp got even redder, only partly because of the teasing. "Thanks...I mean, I'm nothing special..."

"Don't sell yourself short. I came across a lot of guys who are way out of shape, and don't even pretend to care...you're a refreshing sight." Hauser's other hand trailed down to his groin, and Tripp gasped as he felt it wrap around his shaft, quickly helping it get hard. He certainly hadn't been expecting this, but he was far from in a rush to stop it. It had been way too long since he'd gotten this kind of attention, and Hauser's forwardness felt good not just on a lustful level but to the level of knowing that someone really wanted him.

He brought his own hand down to the shark's groin, wanting to reciprocate. It soon became clear, though, that one wasn't going to be enough - he could feel a pair of poles down there, each one decidedly long and thick, unquestionably more than he had anticipated. It was hard not to feel slightly inadequate, but he shook it off quickly. "Wow...that's quite a bit that you're packing down there...what does it feel like?"

"I'd say you're feeling it pretty well right now..." Hauser said, a bit breathily, clearly enjoying the sensations as well.

"No, I'd say not nearly well enough...I think there's a better part of my body for feeling them."

"Well, if you insist, I certainly would enjoy that. We could do it on land...or we could take it to the water, right here and now...bet that'd be a new one for you, huh?"

It certainly was, and Tripp didn't even know how they were going to work it. But it was a tantalizing thought, and in his mind, there was an easy resolution to the dilemma. "Why not both?"

Hauser chuckled as he gave Tripp's cock another squeeze. "I like the way you think. You sure you can handle going for that long, though?"

"I'd better be, sure as hell don't want to feel like I'm getting old already. How do we go about this?"

"Well, I've got a few ways I prefer, but most of those require an air tank for land-breathers. But there's one way we should be able to work it...you hold on to the edge of the pool, and I get over you and do the deed from there. Seems reasonable?"

"Yeah, I think so...like this?" Tripp turned and put both hands on the rim of the pool. It was a bit slick, but he managed to get what felt like a nice firm grip, then let the rest of his body float in a mostly prone position.

"Perfect...now it's my turn. Might want to get a little lower to make it easier." Tripp did as suggested as Hauser moved behind him. The shark's hands took hold of the rim of the pool outside of his, and he could feel the shark starting to float behind him, almost around him at this point. "All right, ready for ya."

Tripp nodded and let his muscles relax, and the rest of his body splayed out underneath Hauser. It was definitely an unorthodox position for him, but considering his physical limitations, this was as close as they were getting to underwater sex. He could feel one of the shark's cocks pressing against him, while the other seemed to be pointing towards where it would go underneath, rubbing along his sack and his own shaft; his mind was already flirting with a fun idea, but he was too much in the zone to try to bring it up at that moment.

"You ready, Tripp? It'll be a bit hard in on the first go...water doesn't make it easy to enter..."

"More than...please, Hauser...I'm not worried..."

"All right, you got it." He shoved forward, sending the first couple inches of his cock into Tripp's tight hole. Tripp had to grit his teeth at the discomfort, but it didn't feel all bad, for sure. Hauser kept steady for a few seconds, letting him relax and loosen up, before pulling back slightly and pushing forward again, getting significantly deeper. "Rrgh...fuck, that feels good."

Tripp could only nod breathlessly; he wanted to agree, though he had to work through the initial part of it first. Still, Hauser was taking it reasonably gently when he wasn't moving, giving him plenty of time to acclimate to the feelings. He'd not taken something as big as Hauser before, but he was starting to wish he had - all discomfort aside, it was an intense feeling, one he was already starting to relish. "Ah, go on, Hauser, go all the way..."

"All right, but remember, you asked for it..." The shark pulled back farther, and with a forceful surge thrust all the way into Tripp, pushing him forward a bit in the water as his groin met Tripp's rear. Tripp felt that one even more, and he knew he was going to be sore later, but at this point all he could want was more.

And more he got. Hauser stopped holding back once it was clear that Tripp was able to handle it, and began the process of thrusting into him, the water keeping things at a pleasantly languid pace. The shark was loving it already, not many partners were game to try it out in the water, where things felt so free and easy to him. Not to mention that Tripp was wonderfully tight, gripping him and making his entire shaft feel the pressure to a great degree.

Tripp was enjoying it in his own right. Now adjusted to the size of the intrusion, he was feeling mostly pleasure, and quite a bit of it. Not only was he getting filled to the brim, but that other pole was rubbing against his own, adding to the wonderful sensations. Despite being in his element, the water still had a dampening effect on Hauser's thrusting, making them slower and less forceful than Tripp had anticipated. However, they still carried an odd intensity, perhaps building on the strange feeling of weightlessness that the water gave, almost like they were pushing him around.

The pushing was creating an issue, though; as Hauser was picking up speed, it was causing Tripp's hands to slide along the poolside, pushing them apart and him closer to the wall. After a bit Tripp could feel his arms getting uncomfortably spread, which was making it even harder to keep himself from being push forward. "Ah...Hauser, hang on..."

He heard the shark let out a quiet groan as the thrusts stopped, an expression of disappointment that he probably hadn't intended to make public. Not that Tripp faulted him. "It's fine, I just was slipping...need some help here."

"Ah, right...I can..." He finished demonstratively rather than verbally, moving his hands over to grip right next to where Tripp's were positioned. Without warning he thrust again, catching Tripp by surprise, but his hands no longer slid, kept in check by the shark's, and instead of protest he let out a moan of want, wordlessly calling for Hauser to continue.

Hauser did just that, thrusting long and hard, at a nice slow pace like before, maybe a little faster but he was about at the limit of his speed given the position they were in. Neither one was bothered by this, as it felt fantastic for both of them. Tripp was getting the full filling from one half of Hauser's offering, and the other was rubbing hard against his cock and his balls. It felt incredible, and the floating sensation from the water made it feel more unique, more exciting in a way. Not to mention, Hauser's rough skin rubbing against his body was another fun sensation that he was very much getting into.

They didn't last much longer, the interruption not having dampened their arousal much. Hauser grit his teeth and ramped it up as much as he could, it wasn't much more but it was enough to send him over the edge. He grunted as he thrust in once more, nailing Tripp's prostate just right to get him over the edge as well as he started spurting inside the human as well as outside, his seed mingling with Tripp's as they both let out into the pool.

"Fuck...that was wild," Tripp panted, letting himself float up as close to Hauser's body as he could. "Never realized sex in the water could be such an experience..."

"Not surprised, most people don't," Hauser chuckled. "But I think we've got a second experience that's more your usual..." He slowly pulled out of Tripp, leaving a bit of his seed to trail out behind him.

"Hope they aren't going to notice the mess," Tripp said as he pulled himself out of the water, Hauser right beside him. "Or don't notice who made it."

"I'm sure they won't, these pools are constantly cleaning themselves!"

The two were both still well in the mood, and didn't bother to dry off or get a towel to lay on or any such thing. They just hauled themselves onto the grass, where Tripp got on all fours, raising his ass invitingly. "Hauser, do you take requests?"

"Sure, if they're good ones. What do you have in mind?"

"I just gotta know what it feels like. Can you...put them both in an the same time?"

"I can...do you really want me to? That'll be a bit of a lot, you know..."

Tripp nodded. "Yeah, I do. Just...go easy to start, okay?"

"Of course." He made it sound easy, but in his mind Hauser was having to force himself to stay in check. He was more excited than he let on; he'd used both at once with some specialized toys, but never in another person. Not for lack of wanting to, but simply because few were willing to accommodate such a thing. Having that chance here, he didn't want to blow it.

Holding them together as best he could, he spread Tripp's hole as much as he dared and managed to get both tips inside. Slowly, he fed them in a bit at a time, exercising caution. If Tripp thought he had been stretched before, this was a whole new level, and Hauser certainly wasn't about to try to do the same thing he'd done in the water - that would hurt him for sure.

For Tripp, it was certainly a challenge. He was feeling it all over again, the harsh stretch unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and there was definite pain in it. He was thankful for Hauser's caution, which was giving him a chance to grit his teeth and bear it; he knew he could ask Hauser to stop if he had to, but he really didn't want to if he could help it. So he kept his mouth shut, pushing back slightly whenever he was ready to signal the shark to continue, giving more and more to him until they were flush together again. It was immensely satisfying, gratifying for Tripp, although not totally pleasant yet.

"You doing okay, Tripp?" Hauser's voice helped settle him, a bit of a distraction as well as just a pleasant thing to hear.

"Yeah, I'm fine...go ahead and start going, but just stay slow...I'll adjust."

"Yeah, you got it." Hauser was a bit nervous about whether this would work, but if Tripp was willing to try he would do his best to pull it off.

He moved slowly, agonizingly slowly to start, doing his best not to push Tripp too far too quickly. Tripp was again thankful for this, as he could feel the tension ease gradually with every re-entry, his body adjusting to the considerable insertion more and more as it was practiced in. Soon the pain and most of the discomfort was gone, leaving tingles of pleasure and a strong sensation of fullness within him. "Ngh...Hauser, you can...go faster now."

The shark could hardly believe it; even now he'd expected that it would prove too much for the human, but Tripp was letting him continue on to the main event. He took to it rather eagerly, instantly doubling his pace and force, the thrust getting a surprised gasp out of Tripp, almost making Hauser think he'd overdone it, but the human quickly pushing back into him told him otherwise.

From there it was easy to build up his thrusts, steadily ramping it up until he was well past his earlier pace in the water. He felt so much looser outside the water, able to move faster and harder, and it occurred to him that maybe it would have been best for them to try this one in the slower medium instead. But Tripp seemed to be doing perfectly fine, and he wasn't about to disappoint the human, not after Tripp had gone so far not to disappoint him.

It was incredible, Tripp had never even imagined a romp like this. Every thrust seemed to stretch him past his limit, almost like he never really fully adjusted to it, but it wasn't hurting, just giving him this remarkable feeling like he was overflowing. It also put an incredible pressure on his prostate, one that made every motion shoot electricity through him, easily bringing him back to high arousal, his cock dripping into the grass below. "H-harder, Hauser!"

As he commanded, so the shark gave, in spades. Suddenly it was like a blitz, Hauser's arms hit the dirt around him and he started ramming in at high speed, harshly forcing his hole open and making him take it harder than anyone had ever given it to him before. It was all he could do to keep from crying out, drawing even more attention to them, he had to settle for shaky moans that were tinged with whines, high-pitched and suffused with delight. He could hear Hauser panting and huffing above him, grunts and moans coming from the shark as well, and it only added to the excitement.

As hard as Hauser was giving it to him, Tripp wasn't going to last much longer. Hauser clamped his hand around his mouth as he tried to cry out in pleasure, his cock shooting its load onto the grass below him. He tightened down around Hauser's thrusts, triggering the shark's own orgasm. He slammed in hard and held Tripp tight as his twin load was fired into Tripp's rear, filling him with a significantly larger load than what he'd gotten in the pool.

They remained close together for a bit, both of them basking in the afterglow of one of the best climaxes for either of them. Hauser was still in a bit of disbelief that they'd pulled it off, but he was exceedingly happy about it. Tripp was barely even thinking about that, the pleasure just too powerfully stuck in his mind.

Finally, Hauser moved, relaxing his grip on Tripp. Slowly he pulled out, leaving a flow to follow him. "Fuck, that was the best lay I've ever had. You know how to treat a guy."

"Thanks, I'm glad you approve," Tripp replied breathlessly. He felt exceedingly worn out, not to mention stretched out... "Man...I hope I'm able to sit tomorrow at the conference."

Hauser snickered. "Sorry, hope I didn't overdo it. You were just too damn sexy for me to hold back."

"Nah, that was amazing. I really needed that..." Tripp trailed off as he let out a long yawn. "Hoo...I guess it's catching up to me now...but at least I'll sleep a lot better." He tried to force his weary body to his feet, and Hauser quickly moved to stand and help him up. "Thanks."

"Sure thing," the shark replied with a grin. "You sure you don't want another dip before we head up, get washed off a bit?"

"Ah...yeah, I don't think they'll appreciate that much in the morning. Besides, I doubt I'll be able to hold myself up now."

"Fair enough...want me to help you back to your room?"

"Sure...that's awfully kind of you, thanks."

"Eh, it's a bit of a selfish thing," Hauser said with a toothy grin. "After all, it'll be a lot easier to find you again when I know where you're staying."