By:
Tommyhawk1 & Ryan Michaels
"Sin and iniquity!"
intoned my Grandmother when I came out of my bedroom after changing. Grandma
was a relic of another era; well into her eighties. When she was my age, they
put on more clothes than they took off to go swimming! That or the men wore
those silly orange-and-white-striped union suits, with their handlebar
mustaches.
"And those things on your
feet," Grandma continued. "Flip-flops! What self-respecting person
wears a shoe that only holds on by being stuck between your toes like
that?"
"Aw, come on Grandma,
they're okay," I said. I'd picked a pair of green flip-flops because I had
a t-shirt the exact same shade. Pair those with my lemon-yellow swim trunks and
I was ready for a day at the beach. "Everyone on the beach is wearing this
stuff."
"If everyone went and jumped
off a bridge, would you?" Grandma pointed out with her skewed logic.
"They do, and I did, last
year, remember?" I pointed out. I had, with a cord around my legs,
naturally. Grandma just humphed her opinion of that.
"Hey, bungee-jumping!"
my dad put in; he had come out of his own bedroom. His clothes were a longer
version of mine: a short-sleeved shirt and shorts that came down to below his
knees, but he had on a pair of orange flip-flops.
"More flip-flops!"
Grandma zeroed in on those. "Bunch of foolishness, if you ask me."
"Why don't you go sign up
for the bingo games, Mom?" Dad said instead of challenging her opinions anymore.
"Gambling?!" Grandma
was scandalized.
"They give away the cards to
anyone who shows them a hotel key," Dad pointed out. "And you might
win a nice prize. The woman next door won a twenty-dollar gift certificate just
yesterday. Tell you what, I’ll take you and get you settled at bingo, and give
you some cab fare to get home afterward, and then I’ll meet Joe at the beach.
We’ll pick up a tan while you have a fun day playing bingo."
"Hmph," was Grandma’s
response. Grandma was always entering those drawings at the grocery store and
such. She seems to have figured that if she didn't pay for it directly, it
wasn't gambling, and quite enjoyed winning if she did. She agreed to play and
grumbled at my dad to hurry up and take her so she didn’t miss the first game.
So, while he did that, I went out
to enjoy the day on the beach. From the house on the island, it was a matter of
a short walk to two out of three local beaches. The first ended up being loaded
with families with little kids, so I made my way to the second one. That one
seemed to be even more popular than the first, with a huge crowd. I wasn't
really into spending my day tanning on a beach that was packed full of people
and little kids, so I ventured on to the third one, and was happy to find that
it was practically devoid of people, probably because it was more out of the
way than the other two.
I found a spot far away from
where the only other people on the beach - about a half dozen or so - were
spread out in the sand, and settled on my towel and began to work on applying the
suntan lotion.
I cursed under my breath when, a
few minutes later, a couple of guys came along and spread their towels only a
short distance away from me.
After finishing with the lotion,
before lying down to catch some rays, I looked over in their direction again,
and the two guys were kissing! More than that, the guy on the far side from me
had stuck his hand down the back of the trunks of the guy nearest to me, and
unless I missed my guess, he was trying to work one finger up the other guy's butt!
"Shit, is this a gay
beach?" I wondered aloud, in a sort-of low tone of voice, well, a
conversational tone if anyone had been right beside me.
"It sure is," came a
voice not far away from me on the other side.
I looked around to see a cute guy,
very blond, nicely muscled, and about five-foot-five inches tall, smiling down
at me. I thought all blond guys were tall, but not this one! Like any true
blond, his pale skin was more sun-burned than sun-tanned, a reddish tint to his
skin. But despite that, he only wore a pair of red swim trunks similar to mine.
Holy
fuck, I
thought, as the guy gave his crotch a squeeze while I drank in his body, Dad booked us onto an island with a gay
beach! And here I thought I'd be stuck holding yarn while Granny wound it
up for knitting! This vacation just got a whole lot better!
"Hello?" he said waving
his hand at me.
"Huh…" I said looking
up at his face. "Oh, sorry… yeah, I didn't know… that it was a gay beach."
"Well, now that you do, are
you going to leave?" he smiled at me.
"Um… no, not at all. I came
to this beach to work on my tan because it was less crowded than the other two,
and I still want to tan, so…" I replied.
"That's good…" he said,
"that you're going to stay," his smile broadening, and then, uninvited,
he lay his beach towel beside me and sat down on it, his leg touching mine. He
looked at me for a minute and then said, "I'm Scott."
"Joe," I said in
return, and he extended his hand and I shook it, awkwardly, my arm bent at an
irregular angle as we were side-by-side. When he let go, I watched his hand,
wondering if he'd try to put it on my thigh… or in my lap, and really kind of
hoping that he would.
Instead, he gestured around.
"Some of these guys are couples, but most of them are singles, just like
you and me," he said. "The cops know we aren't here to make any
trouble, and the locals know we all congregate here, and they like the money we
pump into their economy year-round, so they give us this place and stay away.
The water here is no good for swimming, anyway; full of sandbars and riptides,
and sometimes a dangerous undertow. Anyone into the beach for swimming goes to one
of the other two… which leaves this beach for guys like you and me, you know,
guys who just want to work on their tan," he chuckled.
I chuckled as well, then,
pointing over to the two guys who were fooling around, asked, "What about
that? I know you said the cops don't bother people on this beach, but having
sex on a public beach? That can't be allowed, can it?"
"Yeah, totally. As I said,
the cops don't bother us, they know everything
that goes on here."
"Wow! So… how do you know if
someone is looking for sex, or is just here to get a tan?"
He gestured to my feet.
"Guys looking for sex on this beach wear flip-flops."
"Oh, uh, okay," I said.
I thought that was an odd code of sorts.
He went on, "Yeah, and if you are looking and a guy approaches who
you're not into, just give him a shake of the head and a wave of the hand, you
know," he did a shake-and-wave that said, no thanks, I don't want any,
"and he'll leave you alone."
"And what if you're not looking?"
"If you're taken or not
looking at all, you know, if you really are here to just work on your tan, then
you wear some other sort of footgear or go barefoot to show yourself
unavailable. So, if you're not looking then just take those off," he said
pointing at my flip-flops, "and hide them under your towel until you're
ready to leave."
I looked down at the green
flip-flops on my feet as he pointed at them, and then at his feet. He wore one
blue and one red. "Hey, your flip-flops don't match," I pointed out.
"Another little custom we
have here," he said, "Trophies."
"Trophies?"
"You have sex with a guy,
you take one of his flip-flops and give him one of yours. Then everyone knows
who got with who, and can ask one of the guys if the other was any good if they
want to get with him too.” He laughed and then continued, “And when you get
home, you can put all the mismatched flip-flops in a box or something and have
trophies of all your beach conquests."
"Oh," I said, laughing.
"So, you already got lucky once today, then?"
He waggled his foot with the blue
flip-flop; it was quite a bit bigger than the other one, which fit him
perfectly. "Yeah, that was Gregg. He's a big mother, like six-foot-five,
built like a football linebacker, and about as subtle as a chainsaw at five a.m.
He got here this morning and I was first on the spot and so I got to siphon off
his morning load. Gregg's got a lot of, uh, spunk, and energy, but not a lot of
tact. He sort of walks up and grabs you; which, when you're looking for that,
can be a lot of fun."
"I guess it can," I
said.
"You're still wearing your flip-flops,"
Scott pointed out after a slight pause in the conversation. "Does that
mean you're declaring yourself available?"
"Yeah, I guess I am," I
smiled over at him.
"Yeah? I thought you didn't
want to be at a gay beach?"
"I didn't say that," I
replied. "I just didn't know this was one."
"Oh, so when you said,
'Shit, is this a gay beach?' it was an exclamation of glee, not horror?"
he questioned with a smile on his face.
"Exactly!"
The smile on his face turned into
a grin and he said, "Well, just remember what I said to do if you are
looking but not interested in a guy who comes up to you," and this time
his hand did come in for a landing on my leg as he spoke the words.
I just nodded but didn't say a
word or make any attempt to stop him, as my cock sprang to life from his touch.
When I didn't rebuff his move, it was clear that I was interested in having some fun with him and he slid his hand up my leg, and then over my swim trunks until he found my cock.
He let out a chuckle when he
discovered that I was already rock hard, gave my boner a squeeze, and then moved
his hand up to the waistband of my trunks. The strings that tied it were
exposed and he yanked them loose and then he was tugging at them, worming them
down my butt and onto my legs. He thrust his hand into their interior and
managed to shove them down to my knees by raw force, then grasped them and
pulled them the rest of the way down my legs and off.
He stood up as I lay there naked
and totally exposed, my rigid seven-and-a-half uncut inches on display to the
whole beach, and then undid his own trunks and quickly removed them, displaying
a solid six inches of cut meat. Then he lay down beside me with his head by my
crotch and his crotch by my face.
I groaned as his lips engulfed my
prick, both from the pleasure and from doing what we were doing on a public
beach. I then moved my head forward and caught Scott's dick between my lips.
We worked each other's cocks like
that for several minutes, until Scott grabbed onto my legs and flipped us over
so that he was now on his back and I was on my knees leaning over top of him.
In this position, with my knees
on either side of Scott's head, my ass crack was spread apart, exposing my
asshole to the warm air. This aroused me even more, and I moaned, then moaned
even louder when I felt Scott's finger touching my butt hole, begging it to
open up.
The raw sensations of that were
fluttering about my brain, and then my moans of pleasure suddenly turned into
cock-stifled gasps when the tip of a rather thick finger dove into my asshole,
forcing it open. That's when I realized it wasn't Scott playing with my ass (his
fingers weren't that thick) and that he and I were no longer alone!
I pulled my mouth off of Scott's
cock, turned my head, and looked behind myself. My god, the guy who was
prodding my asshole was huge; wide as a refrigerator, shoulders like bowling
balls, arms like pile-drivers, a long, very fat cock, and a face that said, as
clearly as words, "You're mine!" in a way that made you quiver and
nod in helpless agreement.
"Gregg?" I questioned,
guessing at his identity.
"Yeah," the big stud
said. "Saw you and wanted you. Nobody's using this butt hole, so thought
I'd take it." Scott had warned me that Gregg just sort of grabbed you.
I had Gregg's finger up my ass by
the time he had finished speaking, and that finger of his felt like it was more
substantial than some men's pricks! I grunted, moaned, and shoved Scott's dick
back into my mouth. I was going to want all the stimulation I could get to
survive this one!
But Gregg's next insertion was a
lubrication-coated finger replacing the spit-lubed one he had shoved in first.
I groaned and thrust myself back at that finger as he greased up my hole, and I
was grunting like a pig by the time he had me coated to his satisfaction.
"Okay, this hole's ready for
plugging," Gregg said. "Help me get it in him, Scott."
Sliding his mouth off my cock, Scott
reached his hand upwards and did the honors, steering the huge ship into dock
with easy efficiency. I wondered if he and Gregg were a team, in that Gregg had
sent Scott in to smooth the way, get the guy hot and horny, and then Gregg
would slip in like a bulldozer hitting a condemned building, head-on, and
head-strong!
I felt that big dick piercing me
and I moaned, not just in passion but in genuine panic, like a scream, but
squelched by the cock in my mouth! Shit, this prick felt thicker than a tree
stump! I was being stretched to the point of breaking. Wider, wider, wider!
God, I can't do this!
Scott picked that precise moment,
that instant of my distress, to blast his wad! I mean, I was about to turn
loose and yell when he started squirting his juices into my mouth, and my
attempt to pull away only caused him to grab hold of my ass and keep me in
place! He thrust his hips up at me and thrashed and jabbed that spurting pole
at me, and then let go, his load emptied, my throat ravaged and raw and filled
with his cum! I swallowed hard, got most of it, and then sputtered the rest
around his deflating dick! "Jesus, man, I can't do this, I... guh!"
Scott had returned to nursing my
dick, and now I had a cock in my ass deep enough to hammer my prostate and a
mouth working my cock. I was getting pleasure from both sides and my young
hormones burst like so many fireworks in glee at the intensity.
Gregg was moving his hips now,
driving that steel rod of his in and out of my butt; I had taken all of him, he
was huge, but my body had taken all of him. God, I had all of this huge man's
huge cock inside my ass, and I wanted it, all of it, wanted more!
Gregg pumped me roughly now, and
I moaned and mumbled, “Yeah, fuck me, fuck me deep, fuck me hard!”
"G'Nar!" growled Gregg and
he grabbed my waist and rolled the two of us over. My cock popped out of
Scott's mouth like a cork from a wine bottle, and I ended up on top of Gregg,
sitting in his lap facing him, with his dick still up my ass. He grabbed my
hips and literally bounced me up and down on his cock.
Scott stood up and smiled at
seeing me impaled and on top of Gregg and said, "Enjoying your vacation,
Joe?"
I had to laugh at that, an
exhausted, feeble noise, but a laugh. "Yeah, and now that you've managed
to get your buddy's dick up my butt, the least you can do is finish blowing me!
Come on, suck me off!"
"He's onto us," Scott
said to Gregg, but I learned later that Scott was just joking; this wasn't a
setup however much it looked like one. Gregg and Scott always chased the newest
guys at the beach, that’s all, and they often ended up sharing like this, one
way or another.
Gregg raised his legs a bit and
pushed me back, and I was now on my back on the towel, with Gregg holding my
legs up in the air as he pounded my asshole, hard, while Scott leaned in from
my side, stuck his head down between my legs and started sucking my cock some
more.
I howled when I came, shooting
hard into Scott's mouth. Scott held on tight and drained me like I was a
milkshake, his eyes closed and his mouth working in blissful harmony, while Gregg
grunted a couple of times as my hole clenched on and off his prick as I creamed
down Scott's throat.
I was no more than done when
Gregg rolled me over again, taking me off the towel and onto the sand, and my
knees and cheek were ground down into it while he rammed his fat cock into my
butt. I was a piece of meat for him to fuck, and I lay there and was his meat.
Gregg roared like a lion when he
came, and he knocked my body flat down into the sand with the hammering thrusts
of his hips, and then he rested on me as heavy as a lead statue, and as big as
one, for just a few seconds as he caught his breath. He then pulled out of my
ass and rolled off. He stood and without a word of thanks or acknowledgment, just
walked off.
I got up and started brushing the
sand off my body, and looking downward as I did so, I noticed my flip-flops
were not there. I looked all around me and then saw that one of them now
adorned Scott's foot.
"Hey!" I said, and then
remembered what Scott had told me. "Oh, yeah, the trophies."
"You got it," Scott
said. "I got Gregg to leave you his right one, and you’ll take my left one,
and have a pair to get home with."
"Oh... thanks," I said
as I pulled my shorts on. "I'd better get moving," I said as I was
fastening the drawstring. I was sweaty and exhausted and more than ready for a
nice cold drink, followed by a shower!
"Yeah, me too. Bye,"
Scott said, and I watched him walk off wearing one of my flip-flops as I shook
the sand from my towel before heading off myself.
Getting home was a real trial –
you try walking on hot concrete with one red flip-flop about three sizes too
small and one blue flip-flop about three sizes too big! Neither one stays on
your foot properly. My poor feet were well done by the time I finally got home
and indoors.
And Grandma was there waiting for
me. "Hi Grandma, how was bingo? Did you win anything?" I asked as I
walked in the door.
"No, not a thi…" and
her words cut off as she looked at my feet, at the mismatched flip-flops, and
she gasped, clutching her chest.
"You were at that beach!" she shrieked at me. “I
know all about that beach and what goes on there! Some ladies at Bingo told me
to avoid that beach and why, and they also told me what that means!” she said pointing at my mismatched flip-flops.
I won't repeat the rest of it,
suffice to say I was condemned to hellfire, written out of her will, disowned
as part of her family, and going to be in more trouble as soon as my dad got
home!
I was mortified, as you can
imagine; it's one thing to unwittingly end up on a gay beach full of horny
studs... and quite another thing having your Grandmother knowing that you were
sucking cock and taking it up the ass! I hunkered down like a whipped puppy and
began to try to figure out what I could say to my dad when he got home.
Dad came in about an hour later.
"Hey everyone! Joe, there you are. I looked everywhere for you at the
beach, but there were so many people that I gave up trying to find you and
found a nice quiet spot to enjoy the sun. Anyway, you guys ready to go
eat?"
"William, it's about time
you got home! You have to hear what your son was doing..." And Grandma
trailed off.
Puzzled, I looked at her.
I followed her eyes to where they
were looking, down at Dad's feet. The ones that had worn a pair of matching
orange flip-flops out the door that morning were now adorned with one black and
one yellow flip-flop of different sizes.
He looked at Grandma and then
looked at me, puzzled, until he noticed my feet. A look of shock came over his
face to match ours, and Grandma opened her mouth to speak, gasped, and fainted.
When Grandma came to, she packed
her things and left, without speaking another word to either of us, leaving my
dad and me alone in the room together, in what was a very awkward situation, to
say the least.
The two of us just stood across
from each other in silence for a few moments after Grandma stormed out, both of
us staring at the ground to avoid making eye contact. Finding it unbearable and
wanting to be anywhere but there, I dashed for the bathroom to take that shower
I had planned to take when I got home from the beach.
As I put my head under the spray,
I couldn't help but think about my dad, specifically about our relationship. My
mom died when I was five, and the two of us became quite close after that and,
as I got older, we became even closer; we weren't just father and son, but also
best friends.
The bond between us was so strong
that the two of us could talk about and tell each other anything, and we
weren't shy about being naked in front of the other, either. Not that we
paraded around the house naked all the time, but as a couple of bachelors, we
often found ourselves in the bathroom at the same time, and we even worked out
and showered together at the gym. As I thought about that, and the current
situation, I couldn't help but wonder if things might forever be changed between
us now.
That thought was interrupted when
my dad entered the bathroom and said that we couldn't just avoid the elephant
in the room and needed to talk about it. I wondered why he chose right then to confront
the situation, while I was in the shower, but then as I thought about the
conversation that was about to take place, I was glad he had, because having
the shower curtain between us would help make an already awkward situation a
little less awkward.
During that conversation, my dad
admitted that he was bisexual and I admitted that I was gay - it wasn't like
either of us had a choice, as those mismatched flip-flops that had adorned both
of our feet had revealed where our sexual interests lay – and Dad admitted that
he had booked our vacation in this locale because he knew about the beach but,
of course, had no idea that I was gay or that I would end up going to it as
well. However, that's as far as it went; we didn't discuss what we both knew
the other had been up to while on that beach.
I felt much better now that we
had talked through the embarrassment of it all, but I was still worried about
the effect all of this could possibly have on our relationship. I got my answer
as I stepped out of the shower to find my dad starting to undress to take his
own shower, and that meant that he still felt as comfortable as he always had
with being nude in front of or with me. That was proof enough to me that the
events of the day hadn't negatively affected our close bond in any way.
In fact, the whole situation
actually ended up bringing us even closer together, for if it had never
happened, neither of us would have revealed our secret to the other, and if we
hadn't done that, we never would have ended up going to the beach together the
next day… yes, that beach!
We both wanted to get some sun
and went back and forth on which of those other two beaches we should go to,
even though we both knew the other wanted to go to that beach.
Since we didn't have anything to
hide from each other anymore, eventually we stopped pretending and admitted
that we both wanted to go to the gay beach because we both wanted to sunbathe
nude and avoid those unsightly tan lines. It went without saying that if we did
go there together that having sex with someone else on the beach would be out
of the question, but I think we both knew the other still wanted to go there to
at least take in the (naked) sights while getting a tan.
With no issues being naked in
front of each other, and neither of us uncomfortable with the idea of going
there together, we didn't see a reason not to, and so we went.
When we arrived, we found a spot,
spread out our towels, stripped out of our clothes, applied suntan lotion, and
then plopped our naked asses down and began working on that all-over tan as we
silently took in the aforementioned sights together.
Just a short while later, as we
lay on our towels next to each other, both on our stomachs now, we both lifted
our heads at the same time, and then both looked behind ourselves. There,
kneeling between us was Gregg, and he was prodding both our butt holes with his
big, thick fingers. "Gonna plug both your holes," he stated when he
saw us turning to look at him.
Dad and I had removed our
flip-flops when we had arrived but had neglected to hide them from sight, and we
both just looked at each other, but neither of us said a word nor attempted to
stop Gregg – not that we could have anyway.
This was going to be interesting!
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