Ben had really gotten me going, leaving me on the edge. I had taken the day off from painting, my husband was in NY visiting his aunt, and Lawr was at work. What to do with myself?
Resigned to a horny day of frustration, I worked out in the gym, stretching, limbering up, then weights and resistance training until I was tired enough that my cock would stay down and not call to me so much.
But a glance in the full length spa mirror at my buffed physique was all it took and my cock was stirring again.
Grunting with rueful bemusement, I headed to the spa shower, turning it on cool to combat my urge to stroke myself. It was hard enough just confining my hands to cleaning rather than stroking.
Once the shower was over, how to dry myself with a fluffy towel without being tempted to take both hands and pull as my rod rose demandingly. Fuck, I was in trouble!
I didn’t want to cum, dammit. I wanted to save it for an explosive evening with Lawr when he got off work. I’d been waiting for days, watching him and Kent get closer and hotter and hotter and I wanted Lawr to myself for just one evening!
Maybe, I thought, I better go hang with people to keep myself distracted. The gay beach called to me as the best option. Thinking this would be a good way to keep my hands off my perpetually hard dick, spending time with all but naked hotties on the beach… yeah, I know, I wasn’t thinking rationally.
After some searching through skimpy beach wear, I finally chose some very sheer light blue speedos that without a liner, were somewhat see through if you looked carefully enough. However they were very stretchy, which I figured my mostly aroused cock was going to need. I found a flesh colored tennis wrist band and pulled that on to squeeze me nicely under my balls and the base of my cock. This acted to lift and thrust out the goods, making my speedos really work to hold me.
Grinning through my horny daze, I pulled on a white thin wind breaker that came down to just over the waist band of my speedos. If my cock popped out the top I could close that wind breaker over it to hide it.
Grabbing a towel, mirrored sunglasses and a cooler, I set off down the beach toward the light house which was over a mile away.
My cock was acting up with every step, threatening to pop up our of the low rise swim suit. Finally, I gave up, drew the bottom of the wind breaker together, zipped up the front about seven inches, and then let my cock pop up to be covered by the jacket. Looking down, I could see my cock beading with precum as the head came in contact with my abs. The suit waist band kept my rod snug up against my lower abdomen, and with each step the head rubbed and brushed against my abs, making me quietly crazy as I walked.
I carefully draped my beach towel over my shoulder in a way to let it hang down my front, but as I walked past three middle aged looking women, I heard one of them say, “oh hubba hubba, I want a divorce.”
“Oh Marge forget it he’s too hot to be straight.”
“A girl can dream.”
I managed not to roll my eyes. If they only knew just how gay I was,” I thought.
Eventually, passing a beach patrol cart along the way, I concentrated on making sure I wasn’t caught by anything peeking out. The life guard, a hunk I had seen before, at a distance, but never met, gave me a friendly wave, but I felt his eyes on me as I kept on down the beach.
Finally I reached the gay area finding roufhly sixty men laying around, most of them couples, all of them in shorts or far less, one or two wearing so little I suspected only the bodies around them kept them from getting arrested.
I found a spot most of the way through the crowd. I was about to put the towel down to lie on when a familiar voice said, “Mr. Sands! So good to see you again.”
I turned and there he lay, the beautiful blond Anhil from the Beach Club where I had lunch just over an hour before with Ben. The sexy waitor had changed out of his cock hugging white briefs and now wore an impressively bulging light green iridescent thong.
“Well hello Anhil,” I said, thinking the beauty looked like an angel. He was alone, leaning back on his elbows on a reed mat.
He shifted to one side of it, giving me a cheeky smile, his topaz eyes twinkling, dimples deepening as his smile showed me a row of perfect white teeth. Fuck but he looked so fuckable my cock pushed even more of itself up under the bottom of my windbreaker.
“Join me?” He invited.
I tried to hesitate, I really tried. But it was a lost cause even before I considered it.
Instead I casually unzipped the jacket, momentarily exposing my nine throbbing inches with a bead of pre slipping down off the head, before I dropped down beside him on his mat, and facing him, as much to somewhat shield my erection from too many eyes, lay on my side and said, “Thought you would be working.”
“I was just doing some overtime today to fill in for someone else. But the manager excused me after you left with Ben.” His eyes flicked to between us and my cock. “My, my, seems you are in a state.”
I shrugged. “What can I say? My husband is off visiting his aunt and our house guest is working, which leaves me nothing to do but try to resist… well…’”
Anhil’s left hand dropped gently onto my cock between us, making me jerk with the shock of pleasure. “Well, should I help you resist or tease you? Hmm, maybe a bit of both.”
“Your beautiful, tempting and evil as well, I see.” I growled at him and he laughed.
“I aim to please.” He giggled as his fingers circled my shaft and ever so gently pulled. Ohhhhh fuck!
My own left hand came to rest on what I was lusting after, his cock which was stretching itself out of that iridescent thong bulge.
“Hmm I’d better cover that up so the beach patrol doesn’t come and nab you, I said claiming his cock in my hand. With that contact it quickly added another couple of inches to itself pushing up inb my grip. I squeezed and caressed it, stroking slightly and he moaned his pelvis flexing with pleasure.
“Hmmm maybe I better turn and face you.” He suggested and suiting action to words, he moved onto his side facing me, our bodies almost touching. A tiny move closer and they were, cock to cock. His hand pulled my sky blue swim suit down off my balls and then he moved closer still, our cocks and balls meeting fully.
Then his lips were on mine, opening. I opened back, responding and tongues met and jostled and wrestled playfully, igniting even more need between us.
I pulled my head back enough to ask, “So, are you and Ben together?”
He giggled as his hand moved to my ass. I did the same as we pulled each other into even more full bodied contact.
“No, Ben and I are close but he is very polygamous. Six of us young guys live with him. The oldest of us, Brad, is in his upper thirties, and as close to Ben as anyone.”
“Six of you?”
“Mmmmhmm, we are all models or have been. Ben ran a modeling agency for a while and now he just consults. Because I didn’t have a pot to piss in, a modeling agent introduced me to Ben, who ended up inviting me to live with him, help the others do all the maintenance, clean the house, the pool, drive him around, whatever else, including work in his businesses here, and in exchange we are each paid 100 K a year and live with free room and board.”
“He takes it out in trade?” I said, wiggling my brows.
Anhil laughed. “It’s not like that. We are more like a big sexy family and he is our sex father. I’d call him our daddy but he hates that.”
“How is that working for you?” I asked curiously.
Anhil laughed. “It works great. My mom is a whore who lets my mechanic pop pimp her out. They belong to a swingers club in Florida.” He wrinkled his nose. “They don’t do well at it.”
I just shook my head. Are you out to them?”
“oh yeah, my pop was pissed off and wanted to throw me out. My mom didn’t much care. I just worked really hard and got the fuck out of there a year early.”
“Your amazing.” I said.
He blushed, he actually blushed, and I found myself warming to this beauty. “How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“How long have you been with Ben?”
“A little over a year now. Attending Julliard. I play the cello.”
“Cool what a great instrument.” I said, slowly petting his cock as he was mine.
“Would you like to kiss me some more?”
Like I needed more encouragement. We were soon snogging passionately, stroking each other closer and closer to the edge when he lifted away from my lips and begged. “Please let me suck you?”
“Here?”
“Mmmhmm.” He said already moving around to push me on my back. In moments his lips were on my cock stretching over it. To my astonishment, he went right down on it, taking it to the root.
I arched, teetering over the edge, feeling my pleasure contract to a point of such intensity it was almost painfull. “Oh Fuuuuuuck!” I whined / grunted, my body arching stiffly, ass off the reed mat as Anhil’s masterfully skillful sucked me to the edge.
“Fuck yeah, suck that big cock.! Oh fuck yeah, baby, look at that, Fucking hot…”” Mutters murmurs and moans rose from men around us. I felt more and more hot eyes on my body and my cock and Anhil as he gleefully choked himself on my thick shaft.
It was too much. I felt as if my ass was going to cum through my piss slit, my body foldng inside and out through a pin point of pure ecstasy.
And then I blew, the first spurt leaking from his hot lips, a sight that was even hotter as my second spurt was on its way.
But now he lifted off my cock his hands taking the place, jerking me so that my ropes of cum spurted up to hit the underside of the beach umbrella shading us.
Fuck! Slowly, panting my ody relaxed and I sagged back under his beautiful, naughty, smirking grin.
