Beach Boys (7 page)

My hand was furiously pounding my own cock as I watched blondie lick the cock clean. I felt my own orgasm building deep in my balls and knew I would never be able to stop it. As I started to twitch and shoot, the watcher behind me reached down and started to catch my come in his hand. Seeing this guy’s hand filling up with my juice made my orgasm even more intense than I thought was possible and by the time I had stopped, I was aching and he had quite a handful of semen.

I watched as he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked some of my come off his fingers, keeping most of the load in his palm. “Mmm, sweet,” he whispered, then lowered his hand to his own crotch and rubbed my warm jizz onto his cock and balls.

The guy sitting beside me looked up at watcher through orgasm-fogged eyes, motioning him closer with a nod of his head. The watcher leaned forward and hung his sticky cock over the back of the chair and his balls against a waiting tongue. Blondie finished cleaning his lover’s now-softening dick and looked up to watch him lick my come off the watcher’s sack. The watcher’s long but soft cock was rubbing its own juice over this guy’s forehead and into his hair but he just kept licking and sucking the watcher’s balls into his mouth.

Normally, it takes me a while to get horny again, but my cock was hard almost immediately. I don’t think it ever really got soft again after I came, not with all this hot sucking going on. Blondie noticed and pointed down at my dripping rod, licking his lips. I shook my head and he looked surprised. I smiled and nodded at the rock in his lap which hadn’t been satisfied yet, as far as I could tell. He looked down and when he figured out what I wanted to do, he gave me a smile and got out of his chair.

He stood in front of me and wiped his cock against my cheek and across my lips, but instead of allowing me to take it into my waiting mouth, kept walking past my chair and took me by the hand.

I stood and followed him, not knowing what was going to happen but not really caring. I found myself kneeling on the floor in front of him by the little nightlight, his back to the wall and his pants around his ankles.

His cock was magnificent. Dark with no tan lines, uncut, and rock hard. He even smelled good, which is always appreciated. I took one last fond look before opening my eager lips and
sucking his head into my mouth. I was rewarded by my lover gasping for air and his cock throbbing against my tongue. I smiled around his shaft. I love making men jump and moan.

I flattened my tongue against the underside of his shaft, tickling the base with the tip. Suddenly, I sucked hard and pulled my head back until just the tip was between my lips, then just as suddenly pushed forward again, taking his full member into my mouth as I felt it nudge the back of my throat.

He let out an inadvertent yelp which I assumed meant he liked it. I knew for sure when Blondie grabbed my head, burying his fingers deep into my hair and started forcefully fucking my face. Far from being surprised, I was hoping he would take me nice and rough: I was just surprised he took so long to start.

My mouth formed a tight vacuum around his shaft and my tongue flicked the underside of his cock head on every stroke. He started pumping my mouth faster and faster and I knew he was getting close. I grabbed his tight ass and pulled him hard towards me, taking all of his meat into my throat. I held him there tightly as he shot stream after stream of his hot semen into my belly.

When the throbbing stopped, I relaxed my grip and gave his beautiful butt one last appreciative squeeze as his softening cock slithered from my mouth.

By the time I was off my knees, I was alone in the room.

by Jarrah Dale

Chaun was awakened from his nap on the beach by a slap on the ass from Dylan.

“Hey!” he complained, half rolling over.

Wearing a wicked grin, Dylan slapped him again.

“Dylan! You just got sand in my crack!” He sat the rest of the way up and gave Dylan a shove in the chest. “Thanks a lot!”

Dylan laughed and stood up on the beach blanket, then reached down and grabbed Chaun by the wrists and hauled him up to standing. The other man squirmed in his grasp.

“Let’s go wash off, then.” With a shove, he propelled Chaun towards the water.

“You wash off!” He shoved back.

They laughed and pushed each other as they stumbled and ran all the way to the water’s edge. The water glowed a warm bluish-green today in this tropical paradise, and the sun shone down in a sensuous barrage of warmth enveloping their naked bodies.

After they’d run a few feet in, they both fought for control in an attempt to be the first to dunk the other one, but in the end no one won. Both splashed into the water together, rolling and twisting as they went down. Chaun landed on top of Dylan, the full length of his body pressed against his, and their legs entwined. He covered Dylan’s lips with his as they sank. When they bobbed back up, both sets of lips were salty.

“Yuck,” Chaun spit into the calm sea.

In response, Dylan slapped some water at his head. After a few more splashes between them, Dylan settled onto his back and floated.

Chaun tread water lazily nearby, watching him float away from him, both physically and mentally. He wished it could be another way.

This trip to a private gay clothing-optional beach in Hawaii was the first vacation Chaun had ever been on, period. And he’d come only at Dylan’s insistence. Dylan on the other hand, was always going on vacation, and he never went alone. Chaun squinted his eyes against the reflection of the sunlight on the water and stifled the urge to paddle over to Dylan and touch him. More than anything he wanted to keep Dylan to himself, but he feared he was just another distraction. Just another vacation boy. And that vacation would be over tomorrow.

As the afternoon wore on, the two ventured inland once more. This time they were careful to make sure the sand only filled the spaces between their toes. About a foot from the blanket, Dylan pushed Chaun in the back and he stumbled, landing face down on the blanket—hard.

“Ow!” Chaun cupped his balls and rolled onto his side in a fetal position with his face turning red and contorted in agony. “Shit, Dylan!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to nail ya.” He rubbed Chaun’s arm and back, trying to soothe him.

Chaun rocked back and forth on the blanket groaning for several minutes. When he could finally breathe right again, he settled down and stretched his legs out on the blanket. “Ah, God. That fucking hurt.”

Dylan snuggled closer and planted tender kisses in the hairs along side Chaun’s shriveled cock.

Chaun’s head jerked up at the contact, his body stiff as a rail. “Hey, watch it, I’m still in pain.”

“I know.” His kisses strayed down the side of Chaun’s hairy mound and onto his upper thigh crease. “I’m gonna make you feel better.” He kept kissing until Chaun laid his head back onto the blanket. Then he planted the softest of kisses on Chaun’s still ruby-colored injured balls. The sack hardened and pulled tighter, causing Chaun to cry out in surprise, but he didn’t stop Dylan’s movements.

Soft kiss after soft kiss, Chaun edged closer to relaxation. His legs loosened up, rolling outward as Dylan’s kisses, and then his tongue, slid along his balls. He groaned when that tongue dipped lower, wetting the space between his legs.

Dylan’s hands pushed his legs open some more. “Feeling better? Hmmm?”

“Yes.” He reached his fingers down into Dylan’s curly dark brown hair. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” His tongue circled once again around Chaun’s balls.

Chaun shivered at Dylan’s expert touch. The man knew how to excite him, how to harden him. His cock was already rising to the occasion. Still, he couldn’t shake the notion that Dylan only wanted him for today, for this vacation, and by this time next week, he’d be on a beach God knows where doing this to someone else. He wanted desperately to matter to Dylan, but couldn’t figure out how, and time was running out.

“Lift your knees for me.” Dylan’s hands caressed along the back sides of Chaun’s thighs as he lifted them back.

Chaun grasped under his knees and held, exposing his most private parts to Dylan’s perusal and fondling. When the other man’s lips brushed against his balls again, the sensation was heightened by the fact his body was unprotected, totally in the other man’s control. Then Dylan slid his tongue lower, pressing and licking his now rigid tongue underneath his balls.

To Chaun, it felt as if someone strummed him like a guitar as his sack tightened even further. He moaned as some liquid dripped out of his cock in reply. He wanted what was coming next, and pulled his legs against him a little tighter as an invitation.

Dylan wasted no time in satisfying Chaun’s request. His tongue slipped down to Chaun’s hole and bathed it, running circles around it before he drove his mouth onto it and nibbled.

“Mmmm, salty,” he quipped.

Chaun’s laugh was lost to a gasp as his ass opened for Dylan’s tongue. It slid inside him with practiced ease, making Chaun hot and wet and horny all over. He held his knees higher, urging Dylan to pleasure him more, and nearly came as he looked down to watch the other man’s mouth work him over.

“Dylan, Dylan,” he panted. “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The tongue lashing went on for another minute or two, and in the meantime Chaun’s ass got wetter and wetter. The rim pulsated with need, opening and closing around Dylan’s tongue as it mercilessly stroked in and out of him. Then it ended. He heard the cap pop on the lube tube seconds before Dylan rammed a finger in him. Then he heard the hiss of a beer bottle cap and looked down.

Dylan sat between his legs, sucking on a beer with one hand and fingering him with the other. He belched.

What a romantic
, Chaun thought, and let go of his legs. They remained parted, but drifted back towards the blanket. Chaun opened his eyes and, looking up at the cloudless sky, wondered again what it would take to get Dylan interested in him on a permanent basis. The thought of him rimming another man was driving him to jealous distraction.

Then Dylan laid his body alongside his, leaving the finger inside him. He nuzzled at Chaun’s neck, pushing his body closer. “Chaun,” he whispered. “Are you ready for me now?”

Chaun’s answer startled even himself. “Dylan, I want to know something. Are you going on vacation with me again? Or is this it?”

The features on Dylan’s face pulled taut. “Why do you want to know that now?”

“Because I want to know.” Chaun turned a hopeful face towards his lover of only a couple of weeks and prayed for the best. Inside, he cringed in preparation for the answer. He had a feeling he wouldn’t like the answer at all.

“Why, because you’re the kind of guy who only dates one man at a time?”

“And you’re the kind of guy that dates five or six at a time? Yeah, actually.” His heart heated a couple of degrees warmer than the tropical air already surrounding it. He clenched the hot blanket in his fists. He didn’t want to push Dylan away, but he wasn’t going to volunteer to be tossed away by him next week either.

Dylan’s finger retreated and he wiped it off on a towel after he sat up. He scowled. “Why does it matter so much to you all of a sudden?”

It had always mattered to Chaun; he just hadn’t said anything before. Chaun had been aware of Dylan long before he got the chance to lie in his arms. He’d waited patiently while Dylan had worked his way through ten—no, maybe fifteen or twenty—guys to get his attention. Now that he had it, he didn’t want to let it go.

“It’s always mattered to me.”

“Shit.” Dylan picked up the beer again and drank it in silence. Then he opened another and lay on his side facing Chaun, his head propped up in his hand. He drank his beer and watched Chaun’s face, his fingers pushing stray locks of hair off his forehead.

Chaun gazed back into Dylan’s brown eyes and fought to counter the melting sensation the sight always produced in his heart. Neither man said anything for a few minutes. But then the urge to touch him got the better of Chaun. He shifted onto his side and kissed Dylan’s neck and chest, wrapping his arm around his shoulders to draw him closer. As their bodies came into contact, he suddenly had an idea. A crazy idea, but an idea.

“Dylan?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you let me fuck you?” His hand strayed from Dylan’s back down to his cock and gave it a squeeze. Then he caressed Dylan’s hip before his hand cupped his ass.

Dylan laughed. “Uh, I don’t think so. I don’t switch hit.”

“Why not?” Chaun murmured against his chest.

“Because I haven’t found anybody who’s not too rough on me, I guess.”

Chaun lifted his head. “I’d be gentle, Dylan. Like you are with me. I promise. Just try it.”

He laughed again. “Don’t flatter me. I’m not that gentle. Anyway, it’s not gonna happen, so forget it.”

Chaun felt a sting like a rubber band snapping in his chest at Dylan’s dismissal. He stood, forcing himself to act nonchalant. “It’s hot. I’m gonna go take a shower at the hotel.”

Dylan sat on the blanket and watched him go, shaking his head both at Chaun and at his own reaction. Truth be told, Dylan wanted to get fucked in the ass. He just couldn’t decide whether he wanted it rough or soft. After his first few explorations in that territory, he’d been so sore afterwards that he’d shunned the practice ever since. He didn’t want it bad enough to let some jerk rip him up. He took more care than that with his lovers as a result, but never let anyone fuck him back. Never. No matter how bad he might want it.