Beach Boys (6 page)

The artist allowed his hand to fall between his model’s legs and began pumping furiously. The model sighed and leaned backward again, and began thrusting his hips back and forth as if he was fucking Stefan’s hand. Stefan shuddered, and with his free hand began to pull off the smock. Then the model was lying on his back, and Stefan was ripping off his clothes. Maria gasped when she saw just how enormous Stefan’s cock was. Alex’s penis was big, but Stefan’s was huge. It made her moan again, and she thrust her knuckle between her teeth and bit down. Her other hand was masturbating her pussy into a hot, frothy mess that began to ooze down her thighs. It made her skin feel cold in the hot summer air.

Stefan leaned down and took the model’s cock into his mouth. Slowly at first, letting his tongue explore the underside of the model’s head and shaft. The model closed his eyes and moaned out loud, and began thrusting his shaft back and forth again, fucking Stefan’s mouth. Maria watched, captivated, the way Stefan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with each thrust of the model’s cock. It reminded her of a small boat bobbing on the gentle waves of a calm sea. It made her wish she had an Adam’s apple, just so she could share that same experience.

The model used his legs to arch his back, and Stefan let his mouth shift down to his testicles, taking both of them into his mouth and using his tongue to roll them around. Stefan was using one of his hands to jerk the model’s shaft back and forth, and his other hand to masturbate his own cock. Maria let her fingers glide in and out of her wet snatch, allowing her fingers to work their magic. She could feel that the cheeks of her ass were now wet with her pussy juice as well. She allowed her index finger to brush against her tight little asshole, and was surprised at just how easily her finger slid in, and how good it felt. She imagined Stefan penetrating her ass the way he would to this model in just a few moments.

The model reached up, pushed Stefan’s hand off his cock, and took over pumping Stefan’s penis. This had been nothing at all like the gay porno video Tricia had shown her. This was a seduction. No two ways about it. Stefan had lured this guy in off the beach with the guise of painting a portrait, but she was certain that was only a subsequent intention. Hell,
she
could have modeled for him, but he would never have asked for that. To him, she was a hired employee, nothing more.

During the interview, after Stefan had informed her that the job was hers, he asked if she had any questions. She had one.

“Why hire a female employeeI, if you’re this big into your sex life? Why not just hire a gay man, one who can satisfy you whenever you please?”

“A gigolo, you mean.”

“A sure thing,” she retorted. “You’d be paying him to clean, but then you could have intimacy whenever you felt like it.”

Stefan smiled. “I hate drama,” he said. “You hire someone for that capacity, and he’s sure to develop emotional attachments…get jealous. I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’ve had
plenty of those in my life. I’m more interested in experiences. New ones with new people. By hiring a woman, I don’t have to worry about such tedious inconveniences. You’ve already mentioned you have a boyfriend, and by the way you’ve avoided going into detail about him, I surmise he’s not happy about you working here. But you have nothing in terms of parts that interest me. Don’t get me wrong, you are a beautiful young lady, but not my type at all.”

Don’t be too sure about that
, she;d thought.
I’d suck your cock so good you’d never go back to your gay days
.

The model was now rolling over onto his hands and knees. Stefan stood and ran over to a cabinet, pulled the drawer out, and produced a tube of body lubricant. He unscrewed the cap, slathered some on his cock, then onto the model’s waiting ass, and guided the head of his cock into the model’s ass cheeks. There was a moment when the man groaned out in pain, contorting his face into a tight grimace; then Stefan was pulling out again. He waited a few seconds, allowing the model to guide his ass back into his cock, and then he was butt-fucking him.

Stefan wrapped his hands around the model’s hips and thrust in and out slowly, in long strokes that made Maria think of the paintbrush, and then Stefan’s right hand was reaching around the model’s body to stroke his cock.

Maria hadn’t realized it, but at some point her free hand had also found its way into her panties. One hand was in front of her now, working at her wet, aching pussy. The other was fingering her ass from behind. She was diddling herself into a frenzy, preparing for the most explosive climax she’d ever had, when she made a noise.

A wet plop, spattering on the marble tile floor beneath her. Her pussy had secreted so much juice that it leaked through the bottom of her panties and fallen gloriously onto the floor.

There was a moment when the two men stopped fucking and looked up. Stefan’s face peered around the room, and Maria had to push back behind the peacock feathers to avoid his glare.

He knew she was in the room.

Stefan smiled, pushed his cock deep into the model’s ass, and let out a moan. His Adam’s apple vibrated like the string on a violin. The model groaned and bucked against Stefan’s pelvis, his face a contorted beam of pain and pleasure.

Maria rushed out of the studio and into Stefan’s bedroom. She opened the closet door and stared at multiple shelves of gelled rubber sex toys.

The ones that Stefan had created out of plaster casts, the way some uncelebrated god of hedonism might have done.

She took a moment and stared at each of the rubber cocks.

So many of them. Some erect and rigid. Some semi-hard and keenly shaped and detailed. Some not hard at all, limp and beautiful and unassuming.

Maria let her eyes move over the rows of shelves, examining each and every one of them, one of her hands still stuffed deep down in her panties. She picked one up and examined it, and noticed there was a name carved into the rubber on the bottom of the phallus. Robert. She set the dildo down and picked up a second. Stuart. She picked up a third. William. If these hadn’t been personalized enough before just by the shape of its original owner, the name completed the trophy. So many cocks, more than she could count at a glance, more than she would probably ever fuck in her lifetime. She glanced until she found the one that looked just right. It looked so perfect and so familiar at the same time.

It curved just a bit to the right.

She picked it up and looked at the bottom, and started to cry.

The name on it was Alex.

Maria began to sob as she lowered her panties and stuffed the toy inside her, all the while listening to the sounds of Stefan and his new experience, fucking in the next room. Soon, Stefan would be introducing his new stud to the joys of plaster casting. Soon he would be creating another rubber cock for his collection, another trophy of his boys of summer.

She climaxed easily, secretly wishing she were man enough to fuck him.

by Maximilan Lagos

The door jangled as I pushed through, getting me out of the oppressive heat of the street as quickly as I could before someone saw me go into air-conditioned comfort of my favorite adult movie store. After all, everyone knew why people went into these places, and that was exactly why I was there. I had been sporting a painful hard-on all day and I was going to have to get off soon or go out of my mind.

But with only fifteen dollars until the next day, going to my usual rub-and-tug was out of the question. Hell, the forty I would have to pay just to get naked wouldn’t even have bought me a happy ending. I would have to tip at least twenty for that and that twenty might as well have been a million for all my chance of getting it.

This porno theatre would fit the bill nicely, though. Ten bucks would get me a nice dark and more importantly, cool room all to myself, with a video of my choosing. I had been a semi-frequent customer for some time to watch some movies and blow my load into a paper towel. They had some dark and dingy private viewing rooms with comfy if not especially clean or well-cared-for armchairs for me to add my ass sweat to the hundreds of others before me. I kind of liked the idea though and it kept me coming back.

I wandered through the racks of cocks and cunts graphically displayed on the video boxes before I made my selection, a pregnant lesbian flick with really low production values and even lower artistic merit. I grabbed the empty box and brought it up to the counter. I had been here a million times but the guy who took the box never once showed any signs of recognizing me.

“Got a two-for-one deal today. Ten gets you into both theatres. You can go back and forth as much as you want,” he said into an open drawer of videos as he tried to find my tape. I had never gone into the theatres before. There were two, a straight and a gay. They occupied the back half of the second floor and were located directly across from each other. I knew where they were and had seen people going in and out because the closet without a door that passed for a bathroom here was down that end and I always washed my cock after jerking off, especially in this place.

I had thought about it in the past but never gone in. Jerking alone was one thing, but doing it in front of other men was something totally different. I was only partially surprised to find my already throbbing cock was trying to get even harder in my jeans at the thought. Going with the same inner voice which always seems to get me in trouble, I said, “Okay, I’ll take a ticket for the theatres. Are there many people in them?”

“Dunno. People come and go pretty regularly. There will probably be a few. Ten, please.”

I passed the bill I had fished out earlier and took the little piece of cash register tape which served as my theatre ticket. The stairs were right beside the counter so before I knew it, my aching cock had lead me up to the second floor and to the closed doors of the two theatres, gay on the left, straight on the right. The choice stopped me in my tracks.

I identify myself as bisexual to anyone who will listen, but the straight side of bi, always wanting a nice wet pussy on my face, if given the choice, than a nice hard dick in my mouth. But I did get cravings for cock. Oh yes, there were cravings. I loved having a dick in my ass and roughly being pumped into. I always came really fast when having someone or something inside
me, which almost made it not worthwhile to put out all the effort. I loved fucking ass too, but not as much as being fucked myself.

Which do I want?
I thought to myself. Being my first time and really looking forward to seeing some tits, I decided on the straight theatre.
At least there
, I thought,
I can sit and jerk off with all the other pervs in peace.

Opening the door caused a flurry of activity by the men already in the room, adding noise to the soundtrack of a moaning porn starlet and the low whine of the overworked air conditioner in the back corner.

It only took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light of the big-screen TV at the front of the room. The TV was the only source of light in the theatre, apart from a little nightlight at the very back of the room. In the shadows, the theatre looked about the size of two average-sized living rooms, elegantly appointed with about fifty green plastic lawn chairs and not much else. I also noticed the five other men in the room, sitting perfectly still, waiting for me to make the first move, to either join in or arrest them all for lewd conduct. I chose to sit beside two guys already sitting, but a couple of seats away, not wanting to seem like a total lech, which I totally was.

Once I had settled myself, I started watching the video and slowly and quietly unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock. My actions did not go unnoticed because the others in the room relaxed and went back to what they were doing before I so rudely opened the door. The guy sitting closest to me lifted his shirt to reveal his very long and very solid dick, still glistening with spit from the guy sitting next to him. Taking the hint, his buddy with the short blond crew cut leaned over and took the swollen member between his lips and from what I could tell, halfway down his throat as well.

I stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the scene being played out on the plastic chairs beside me. I didn’t expect when I opened the door that I would be watching a live sex show, especially this close. The guy getting his cock sucked played with his lover’s hair absentmindedly as shocks of pleasure took his body. He opened his eyes after one particularly powerful suck and looked over at me stroking my rod and stared into my eyes for a brief second before he closed his again and went back into his little fantasy world while the blond stud continued to take long strokes off the cock in his mouth.

A faint touch brushed my shoulder, trying to gently push me back into my seat. I looked behind me and saw a tall older man sitting on the edge of his seat, peering into our row, shifting his focus between the cock in my hand and the cock in blondie’s mouth. He had his dick in his hand and was stroking in time to the action we were both watching.

I love putting on a show and I was getting harder and closer to shooting my load over anything and everything in front of me, but the watcher had a head start and fired his come all over the back of my chair and the already-sticky floor. Seeing him unload almost pushed me over the edge, but I was distracted by the guy getting head thrashing and bucking as he filled up blondie’s mouth with his hot juice. Blondie was doing his best to swallow the entire load but streams of milky come were trickling out of his mouth and dripping off his chin.