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Junior at the Beach
By Simon Peter
It is always great fun to go the beach. It's not really the swimming, not the sunshine, not even the cool beers and mohitos. It is the bodies: tanned, fit, and sweating. What a combination! Whether it is a chick in bikinis or a guy in Speedos, the effect on Junior is the same.
And who is Junior, you might ask? He is 20 centimeters long (8 inches), standing vertically at full attention when erect. Yes. Eddie, Jr. I keep trying to get him under control to avoid embarrassment, but when I go to the beach, my control over him is a lost cause. I seem to be walking in a perpetual state of erection, my Junior pressed tightly against my belly. I wear baggy swim shorts with a tight Speedo under them to keep Junior from showing the bulge too evidently.
So it is summer again, and I spend a fairly good amount of time at the beach. Our beaches are mostly sandy and the sea is calm and dark blue. Everyone else is enjoying the sun; I am enjoying the sights! Today, Saturday afternoon, around 3 o'clock, I lie on my back on the beach mattress, trying to catch the afternoon sun rays. I'm covered with protective sunscreen, and the sweat beads stand out on my moderately hairy chest and quite hairy legs. I can feel sweat dripping from my arm pits and my balls onto the towel under me. And, needless to say, Junior is erect. Looking around, I see a number of scantily clad bodies, male and female, sprawled on mattresses, some on the sand, enjoying what I am enjoying, except maybe for the erection part.
I sigh deeply with content, but with desire as well. I haven't had sex since three weeks ago when my partner walked out on me claiming-falsely or truly I can't tell-that my roaming eyes are the cause for my constant erection and that he cannot take my lust for everything that walked, female or male, young or old, to share my bed. I think the claim is false; Junior thinks otherwise. I mean yes, I love sex, and I have identified my sexual orientation as a bisexual and have accepted it. Actually, I am very comfortable with it. Having it both ways seems to me a very good orientation, doesn't it?
I reluctantly rise from my relaxed position and decide I want something cold to drink. A beer will be fantastic now. I walk slowly towards the beach bar, my eyes under my dark sunglasses roving in all directions, enjoying all the delectable morsels around me. Both girls and guys are beautiful. Junior tells me he is very interested and it is about time I do something about it. I adjust him vertically to avoid awkward detection, his cut head pressing on my belly, almost at my belly button. He is sick of fucking my navel all this time. He'd rather be buried down a throat or deep into pussy or ass. I wish I could wear my swim shorts low, like other guys, but then, how will I keep Junior's head in there? Oh, well, there are a couple of disadvantages of having a long dick, contrary to what many may think. Hmmm.
I get my beer and take a deep satisfying swallow, shuddering as the sting of ice-cold liquid hits my throat. Wiping off the foam with the back of my hand, I look around. What? I spot this guy, around 10 meters (30 feet) away, lying on his back on the sand with a bulging erection through his Speedos.
Nooo. It must be my over-sexed imagination. Surely, if he had an erection, he would lie on his stomach not on his back. And he looks fucking cute, too. I slowly take a few steps towards him, and, sure enough, there is an erection.
My eyes go over his body. I can't see his eyes through his sunglasses and I can't tell if he is snoozing under the sun, but he has a chiseled face with high cheeks and a pronounced chin, nice male-type lips, flat chest with a light sprinkling of hair between and around the nipples, a trail starting at his navel and thickening down to disappear under the waistband of his Speedos, long shapely, somewhat hairy thighs. What can I say? The guy looks hot, and my Junior dances in delight. The guy's erection bulges sideways reaching his left hip.
I stand a few meters away, holding my cold beer, staring at this beautiful specimen. There are no towels laid out next to him, so he must be alone. I want him. Junior wants him. Is he gay? Will he be interested? Am I going to get laid?
He moves a little, and I avert my eyes, but stand mesmerized. There is no way I will walk away from this. I have to do something. As I look back at him, he is taking off his glasses and looking around. Our eyes meet. My green is staring at his brown. I instinctively smile and raise my beer. He smiles back, licking the side of his upper lip. Sexy! "Would you like one?" I hear myself saying. Am I crazy? I don't know this guy from shit. And here I am, offering him a drink. He sits up, wiping sweat from his forehead, his dark brown hair sticking to his tanned skin, and he slowly adjusts his hard dick, pushing down on it.
He stands up and walks over to where I am. He still has his erection. Fuck. He still bulges sideways in spite of his effort to push it down, his dick outlined fantastically. "Sure, buddy," he smiles.
"Hi," he says as he reaches me and extends his hand. "I'm Joseph."
"Hey," I smile back at him grabbing his hand and giving it a light press. "And I'm Ed."
"That beer looks so inviting, Ed. Thanks, yes, I'd love one."
"Just the beer?" I say with a smirk. Shit. What the fuck am I doing, coming onto this guy so fast and so obviously? Why can't I be more discreet, more subtle?
His eyes grow wider and he glances down to my crotch, then back to my face, gazing directly at my eyes, as if he is reading what is going on in my head and the signals it's flashing to my dick. Thank God.
At least MY bulge is not showing, I think. "I guess the whole scenery is inviting," he finally says.
I laugh and we walk towards the bar. We sit on adjacent stools and I order another beer.
"So, Ed, do you come here often?"
"Well, mostly during the weekends. I like this place, so full of inviting stuff." His eyes twinkle at "inviting" and again, he glances down my chest, turned sideways towards him, and my crotch and thighs, spread open on the stool. Oh? Is someone interested? Do I stand a chance? I quickly run a mental check of what I have planned to do the rest of the weekend. Nothing special. Nothing that can't keep. Even if there is something, I'm sure I can shift arrangements to accommodate this hot guy.
What the hell am I thinking? I am already mentally fucking the guy! We drink in silence for a short while. I wonder whether he is also checking his plans for the weekend, and I chide myself for being so optimistic. But Joseph seems friendly enough: he smiles when I smile, he has accepted a drink, and he's sitting right beside me, his glistening body emanating heat-from the sun or from inside his groin, maybe? He keeps checking out my body, sometimes biting his lower lip.
Breaking the silence, Joseph says, "Cheers!" and we clink glasses and drink. I notice that Joseph's furtive glances to my crotch increase. He is definitely interested. Or is he? I have to find out. I slide off my bar stool and say, "Excuse me, buddy, but I gotta take a leak."
Instantly, he does the same, claiming that he has to go, too.
As he straightens, I notice that his erection has subsided. Not so with Junior: he is still raging hard! Now I have a problem. We are both going to the toilets, and I know that the ones near the beach are urinals with no partitions. On several previous occasions, I have been able to watch from the corner of my eyes other guys holding their dicks and peeing, which is kind of a turn-on for me.
As we walk to the toilets, I contemplate my predicament. Junior is erect and refuses to comply with my insistent pleading for him to go soft, or at least semi-hard, so I can pry him out of my Speedos and swim trunks for a leak. I am usually able to piss with a hard-on. That is not the problem. The problem is taking Junior out in front of Joseph who will undoubtedly be peeing in an adjacent urinal.
Oh, well. We walk into the toilets. There is no one there. Joseph reaches inside his Speedos as he approaches the urinal and takes out his dick. I get to flash see it, and this does not help at all with Junior's erection. Squirming, I try to get Junior out. Remember, I am wearing tight Speedos under my swimming trunks. This means that I have to pry Junior out, press down on the hard shaft, and pee.
Joseph and I are standing side by side, and I hear the tinkle of his pee into the urinal. I pull down on Junior, and push. Nothing! Junior refuses to release. Junior is telling me in quite a direct and straightforward way that he needs to release something other than piss. Joseph turns his head sideways and looks at me, noticing the look of consternation on my face, and then he looks down at my cock, the shaft pried to a vertical-to-downward position, dry. He inhales audibly. I wait for him to take his eyes away from my cock, but he stares, mesmerized. Junior, after all, is impressive.
On impulse, with my free hand, I reach across and touch Joseph's butt. Delicious! Electricity runs through my body. I release Junior and he slaps back at my belly. Joseph doesn't move at my touching his butt, his eyes glued to my cock. I feel he is actually drooling. Glancing quickly at the entrance to the toilet, he reverts his attention to my cock, and without hesitating a moment, kneels in front of me as I turn sideways towards him, and takes me in his mouth. I shiver all over at the wet, warm lips engulfing my throbbing cockhead. Joseph holds onto my thighs with both hands as he pulls down on my cock shaft and starts to try to swallow it down to the base. Surprisingly, he doesn't gag, and I realize that this guy is most probably used to sucking cock. Within seconds, my cockhead penetrates his throat and I push deeper, sliding through. Joseph can swallow cock like a pro. His deep-throating is hungry and his throat muscle does wonders for my cock. I pump, in and out, actually fucking his face. I feel his hot breath in my pubic hair as he swallows down to the base. I grind against his mouth and nose, pull out, and shove back in again and again, my back arched, my hands pulling on his hair, my thighs quivering with excitement.
Junior soon finds his release and I spurt down Joseph's throat, squirting rich thick cream, filling his mouth. He looks up at me with wide eyes as he tries to swallow my load. Cum seeps through his lips and drips to the floor as I shoot squirt after squirt down his gullet. Joseph cannot keep up with the swallowing of my juice. I know he can't do so since my load is usually huge, especially here, in this setting which is a first for me: a public toilet, for Christ's sake. Pumping into his mouth more, I feel my cock squeezed between his wet lips as he milks it for every drop.
When I finally pull out, spent, still hard, dripping, I watch Joseph stand up, tucking his now-hard dick inside his Speedos. I give him this quizzical look: Don't you want to shoot your load too? He laughs.
Grabbing his crotch and rubbing his erection, he says playfully, "See? This bulge gave me a hot load from a hot guy. It might get me something more later. This is called bait." He laughs unabashedly. I can see his point, of course. I have been able to get my blowjob because he has shown his bulge in the Speedos. He's right. Good bait, you hot fucker, I muse.
We walk out of the toilets, back to our beers. I decide, on the spot, that on my next visit to the beach I will forgo the Speedos under my swim trunks. I'm sure that Junior will make a thrilling and impressive bait. Speedos will be too revealing, but the hint of erection in baggy swimming trunks will draw more butterflies, I bet. Open to experiment, isn't it?
Later, I notice Joseph walking towards the toilet again, followed by a hunk of guy. Shall I follow? I contemplate this, but nah, I don't think so. I have gotten away with a nice blowjob without interruption. Let the hunk get his, too. I decide to catch Joseph on his way back, take him to my apartment and fuck his brains out. Seems like a plan. Junior nods emphatically.