Sandy Hook, Ch. 1
This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional, some of the places mentioned really do exist.
For those of you who are reading my story, Billy and Danny, under College, I assure you that this is a very different tale. I originally wrote this as a short one-chapter story. One of my friends from the Nifty Six (Tim) thought the ending was contrived and urged me to make it a darker ending. The new ending opened up all sorts of possibilities and turned it into a longer story. Thank you, my friends, fellow writers, critics, editors and e-mailers. I hope all of you reading this have as much fun with it as I had writing it. The guys in this story are into being safe because they want to live a long time. So should you.
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George
He's fascinated me from the day he came to work here. Yeah, he's kind of cute, but not really my type. I'm 44, 5'11", 160 lbs., reddish brown hair, green eyes and a good build. I work out at the gym three times a week, a good forty-five minute workout, then a half hour on the treadmill at a swift walking pace and then maybe a dozen lazy laps in the pool. A few minutes in the whirlpool, then on to whatever fun I might find in the steam room or showers. I'm probably in better shape than I was at 25. I got out of a dismal relationship with a basically nice guy about a year ago and have been on hold ever since. My type is usually a guy a couple of years younger than me, about the same size and build. Guys like me. Maybe it's a little narcissism.
I'm assistant manager of a small bank branch in suburban New Jersey. We don't even have ten employees. We have a total of five tellers, but on most days rarely more than four on at once. We have two people on the desk besides the manager and me. I'm out at work. Everyone knows I'm gay. It's never been a problem in the ten years I've been at this branch, or the twenty-two years I've been with the bank.
Then Corey came to work as a teller. He's a kid, just hired and trained, 21 years old. He's a lot smaller than me, maybe 5'6", 125 lbs., slight build, blonde hair, blue eyes. The first week I couldn't take my eyes off him. I don't know what fascinated me about him. He was quiet, rarely spoke or smiled. From some angles, he was kind of cute, from others, homely, from others, just average. Then I saw his first big smile. His whole face lit up and he was beautiful. He seemed incredibly shy. He kept to himself and didn't speak much to anyone, except to ask questions about work in a low voice. And he was even worse around me. Whenever he had to talk to me about anything, he kept his eyes lowered and spoke so quietly I could barely hear him. I tried to be friendly, make small talk, but could barely get a mutter in return. I put it down to his shyness.
Corey
After two years at County College and an associate's degree in business, I ended up with this teller job. It's hard to imagine a more responsible position that pays less. But I can get some banking experience while I finish school at night. It's really not bad. It may take a while to get to know the people here because I'm shy, but most of them seem nice. Except the assistant manager, Mr. Parker. He's a real creep. No, that's not fair. He's friendly and nice to everyone and everyone likes him, but he makes me feel creepy. Every time I look at him, he's staring at me, but quickly looks away when I catch him. I've heard from the others in the bank that he's gay, which doesn't bother me; I'm gay too.
I haven't been around all that much and am not out to my parents, but I do have a few gay friends and have had a couple of boyfriends. I live with a straight couple, Jack and Anne, friends a year older than me who need the rent from the second bedroom of their apartment. They're noisy fuckers, if you know what I mean, and they keep me up at night. Sometimes with their fucking, sometimes with their fighting. But they don't have a problem with my being gay, as long as I don't have overnight guests. I know what is what, and I know what I want. I want Prince Charming to come sweep me off my feet. I want a best friend who wants to fuck me all night long and love me forever.
But I'm beginning to think I'll never find him. I get a lot of attention in the bars, probably because of my age and blonde hair. But I can't stand the bars. I'm too shy to meet people that way and most guys only seem interested in a one-night stand, anyway. My friends occasionally try to fix me up with someone, but it never works out. And the only gay guy at work is old man Parker, who apparently was in a relationship for a lot of years though they recently split up. But Jesus, he's twice my age, as old as my parents. It gives me the creeps to think he may be thinking that way about me. So I just try to avoid him as much as I can and act as disinterested as possible when I have to talk to him. Maybe he'll get the hint.
George
Corey's been here a few months and he doesn't seem as shy as I thought he was. He's begun opening up to the other employees, talking more, telling jokes, laughing. And I think I've finally figured out why I've been so fascinated with him. The other day we were all leaving work and I saw Corey from behind, heading toward his car. And just the way he was walking, it hit me; John. John was my first lover when I was 20 and he was 21. It didn't last long, but we stayed friends and for a few years were what is now known as fuck-buddies. Then he moved down south and we only saw each other a couple of times after that. He died of AIDS a few years ago. I always missed having him in my life and now always will. He looked nothing like Corey; he was tall and very thin, dark hair and gray eyes. But he moved in the same way that Corey does. So now I understand why I'm so obsessed about a guy who is not my physical type. He reminds me of someone I once loved, my first love, who is gone forever.
And all the while Corey is becoming more distant from me. He actually seems to go out of his way to avoid me, to not acknowledge my existence except when he has to. Once, at lunchtime, I was going into the deli across from the bank and he was going out. He kept his eyes glued straight ahead as he walked past me, very obviously ignoring me.
I'm beginning to get paranoid. I was thinking that maybe it was because I'm gay. Except I have the feeling he might be gay, too. He's a bit effeminate and always seems more comfortable around the women in the office than the men. Then a teller, Richard, was transferred from another branch, a guy around forty who is obviously gay in a Paul Lynde sort of way. And Corey hit it off with him right away. So if he's not shy and not anti-gay, what's his problem with me? I keep thinking it's the way I kept staring at him when he first started, the way I still stare now and then. And he always seems to catch me when I'm looking at him. He probably thinks I'm an old lech after his body. So maybe I should go out of my way to ignore him, to convince him that's not it.
Corey
Mr. Parker (everybody else calls him George) isn't so bad. He tries to be friendly and talks to me like he talks to everyone else. But I can't shake that first impression-a dirty old man. And I still catch him staring at me now and then. Then Richard transferred to the branch and I immediately liked him. He's obviously gay, tells funny, dirty stories and hangs around me a lot. He's almost as old as Parker and I'd say he was interested in me, but I can't take him seriously. I don't think even he does. So the fact that he likes me isn't anything I have to worry about. But Mr. Parker seems a lot more ominous. Every time he walks behind me, I keep thinking he's going to grab my butt. I can imagine Richard goosing me and then giggling all the way back to his station. I get the feeling that if I were alone in a room with Richard it would be as sexy as Lucy and Ricky in a routine at the Copa. Being alone with Mr. Parker could be serious and threatening, a situation I don't want to deal with.
George
Okay, I've been trying to ignore Corey for a couple of months. Obviously, not completely, but when I have to speak to him on business, it's very brief and polite, a bit cold and I try not to even look at him. And I go out of my way not to be in the same part of the office as him. We used to run into each other every morning at the same counter, each with something else to do. I'd try to make small talk and was usually rewarded with a grunt. Now, I wait until he's done, then go take care of what I have to do. I almost never look at him or speak to him, and look right past him if we walk past each other. I'm hoping to convince him that I don't lust after him, which is exactly what I do.
Overall, I'm depressed. It was a horribly cold and snowy winter followed by a chilly, rainy spring. And I haven't had a date in months.
We all have to work every other Saturday morning. One Saturday in early June, I was in the supply room when I heard voices approaching.
"Tomorrow is supposed to be a beautiful day, finally. Do you have anything planned, Anita?"
"My husband wants to have a cookout with his family in the yard. More work for me. How about you, Corey?"
"I haven't had a chance to get to the beach yet, so tomorrow morning, I'm heading for Sandy Hook."
"I still can't believe a sweet boy like you goes to a nude beach."
"Hey, who says I'm sweet? But it's no big deal; it's like the locker room at school. And though at times it's fun to be gawked at, I usually prefer to stay off by myself. It's a huge beach and most people pick a spot near the water, so that gets very crowded. I usually pick a spot way back by the dunes where it's pretty deserted. Plus I go early, staying from around nine in the morning until one in the afternoon. I miss the crowds and the late afternoon traffic heading up the Parkway."
"Isn't it too cold for the beach?"
"The water will be cold, for sure. But the sun is hot and that's what I want. I just go in the water to cool off when I get too hot. I've been going to a tanning salon for a month to get ready."
"Well, have fun, baby. And if you see any hot studs, take a few pictures for me."
"Cameras are frowned upon on a nude beach, slut."
Their voices faded away as they walked back to their counters. I had heard that Corey liked going to Gunnison Beach at Sandy Hook. And now I knew when he was going and where he might be. I could just 'happen' to run into him there around 10 or so. And it would be just a chance encounter as long as I was careful he didn't see me leave the supply room.
Corey
I saw old man Parker go into the supply room and grabbed my chance to throw out the bait. I had to know once and for all if he was after me or not. I practically dragged Anita over toward the door to chat a bit about our Sunday plans. Afterward, I never once looked toward the supply room door, so he could slip out without knowing I knew he was in there.
Sunday morning I drove down the Parkway and Rt. 36 to Sandy Hook. Since it was still early in the season, traffic was light. I already had my season pass so there was no charge to get into the park. I got to parking lot G a little after nine. A little walk on the boardwalk back to the road, across the road and past the restrooms and I was on the little wooden walkway thru the dunes to the beach. At the end of the walkway are signs on the right warning that the area is clothing optional. Everyone headed toward the right past the signs.This part of the beach is huge. It is at least a quarter of a mile of sand to the ocean. And the beach is twice as long. The gay area is the farthest away; up along the water and to the far right. I turned to the right and walked along the edge of the dunes, trying not to disturb the few people who had already settled in. I found one of my favorite spots: a small hollow, near the wood fence blocking off the dunes. I spread out my beach blanket, set up my little chair, took off my shorts and t-shirt and lay down with my book, hoping he'd come along. Now it was wait and see. See what he really wanted, if he was really interested in me. And if he showed up, he'd be sorry. I had a few ideas on how to tease and embarrass him that would teach him a lesson.
George
Shit! What a choice. I had heard that Corey liked the nude beach at Sandy Hook. Carlos and I had gone there for years, in the good times. The idea of running into Corey there drove me nuts. I had to do it. After all, he didn't know that I knew that he would be there. I lined up two friends to go with me, so it wouldn't seem so obvious. I just had to see Corey naked. It had become an obsession with me. Of course, I wanted more than to just see him naked, but this would do for now. Although it might actually make things worse. I don't know. I just can't think straight when it comes to him.
Sunday morning, my friends called and canceled. They went out partying Saturday night and were too hung over. I decided to go anyway. I got to the parking lot just before 9:30. I thought about what Corey had said about keeping to himself on the beach back by the dunes. Actually, that was the route I usually took to get to the gay section. I'd walk along the back of the beach until it narrowed and then head toward the water. I was plodding through the sand with my head down, every now and then looking around, looking for him while trying to look like I wasn't searching for anyone in particular. There weren't many people on the beach this early, and almost none back this far.
"Hey, Mr. Parker!"
I looked up and there he was, lying on his back in a slight indentation in the sand. He was leaning on his elbows, legs spread slightly, with a nice 3" soft dick and two impressive balls resting on his thighs. He gave me that big beautiful smile and I almost gasped. I couldn't talk.
"What's the matter, Mr. Parker? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew here. You took me by surprise."
"Well, why don't you put your stuff down and stay here? Unless you're meeting someone or have another place you prefer."
"No, this would be fine. I usually try to stay on the fringe, away from the more crowded areas."
So I started unpacking, spreading out a couple of towels and anchoring them down. All the while I was stealing glimpses of Corey's body. I couldn't believe he was acting so friendly and actually inviting me to lie next to him. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of him giving a slight pull on his dick, or fondling his balls. His dick was still soft, but noticeably longer than when I first saw it. I had to keep my back to him while I was setting up because my dick was rock hard and even in the baggy swim trunks I chose to wear, it had to be obvious. I decided that once I was done I'd just lie on my stomach until it softened up a bit.
Corey
I nailed him. First, he was there. Second, he took me up on my offer to set up next to me. I was right. The old fart is after my bod. I decided to be the biggest tease in the world all day, lead him on, drive him crazy, then just leave. And see if I couldn't find some way to embarrass him in the process. He took off his shirt and started unpacking and spreading out his stuff, mostly keeping his back to me but keeping an eye on my dick. I was trying to play with myself as much as I dared without seeming to be obvious. Even in those baggy trunks it was obvious he was getting hard, the way they were tenting out. Down the beach I saw this young straight couple heading our way, maybe a hundred feet away. I had to work fast.
"You gonna keep those ugly trunks on? This is a nude beach."
"It's a clothing optional beach, Corey. You don't have to be nude."
"I guess a guy your age wouldn't be up for trying something new."
"For your information, I've gone nude here plenty of times. It's just that I haven't been out in the sun yet this year and I don't want to burn. I haven't been to a tanning salon like you."
"Yeah, sure. You're just chicken. I've got a 30 sun block if you want it. But I don't think you've got the balls to go naked, even when no one is around. Or maybe you don't have the dick. Are you ashamed of what you've got?"
The straight couple was halfway to us.
"Believe me, I've got the balls and the dick. But that's the problem. Sometimes I get a little aroused for no reason at all. And I'm not into flashing a hardon."
"Is that all? Shit that happens to me all the time; it's nothing to be ashamed of. Take off the trunks and lie down and it'll go away in no time. There's no one around to see it. Unless it's so small you're afraid to let me see it."
"Okay, if you insist. But I don't want anyone at the bank hearing about this."
"You've got my word. This is just between you and me."
So he stood up and pulled the trunks down with his back to me. He had a nice firm ass for an old man. The couple was only about ten feet away as he turned around with a very thick, very hard 6 inches plus sticking straight out in from of him. He saw the couple just as they saw him. He quickly turned around again as they laughed and kept going, whispering to each other.
"Shit, why didn't you warn me they were coming?"
"I didn't see them. I was facing you and they came up behind me without making any noise."
He practically broke his neck looking all around before he turned around again. He was still hard as a rock. I looked him over from head to foot and I'll have to admit, he had a great body for a guy his age, for a guy any age for that matter. A nice little bit of humiliation, but now it was time for some teasing.
"Why don't you lie on your stomach and hide that thing while I put some lotion on you?"
"Sounds like a good idea. I've got some 15 sun block here in my bag."
He handed me the bottle and laid down. I started with his ankles. I spread them about two feet apart so I could kneel between them. I slowly spread the lotion over his ankles and calves, massaging them, then did behind the knees before going to work on his thighs. I spread his legs a bit more as I worked my way up between them. I had a great view of his egg-sized balls, perfectly smooth. He must shave them. Maybe he shaved them for me. I skipped over his muscular butt and started on his lower back.
"I think your butt may need my 30 lotion, so I'll do that after I finish your back with the 15."
"Sounds good to me. I think you missed your calling. You should be a massage therapist. You've got great hands."
It's working. He's really into this. Maybe I'll let him put some lotion on me, let him touch me all over, but only up to a point. That should drive him crazy.
George
God, his hands felt great on me, moving up my legs. I couldn't believe this was the same guy who ignored me and disdained me in the bank. Maybe being nude together outdoors creates a whole new atmosphere. Anyway, I wasn't complaining. I had my feet toward the dunes, so we were facing the ocean. I could see that there was no one within a couple hundred feet of us. He started working on my back. As Corey leaned forward as he moved higher up my back toward my shoulders, his dick started lightly brushing my ass. By the time he reached my shoulders his dick was lying up the length of my ass crack and was definitely no longer soft. He applied lotion to my shoulders and kneaded them for a bit.
"I'd better put another coat on your back. You're very fair and could burn."
"You're the expert. And your hands are like magic. Do whatever you think you should."
So he took more lotion and started rubbing it in, in long strokes, his hands going from my lower back to my shoulders. Each time he pushed up my back, his hard dick slid up along my crack. It was driving me wild. All good things must come to an end though it appeared another good thing was about to start.
"I think your back will be okay now. Let me get the 30 from my bag for your butt."
I felt him lean across my right leg for a moment then he was back. He started spreading lotion on my left check, gently kneading it, squeezing it. Then he moved on to the right cheek. It was heaven, knowing this beautiful boy had my ass in his hands. Then I felt him spreading lotion between my cheeks, spreading them, rubbing it around my hole.
"Hey, that's pretty personal. I can do that myself."
"No problem, George. The sun hits you everywhere and you don't want to miss the most sensitive places. A slight burn there could be worse than a bad burn anywhere else."
"Well, if you don't have a problem with it. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"Just leave it to me, we're almost done."
He kept rubbing the lotion between my cheeks and in the area between my balls and my hole. And the way he was applying it to my hole and the area right around it made it feel like he was massaging my pucker itself. He stopped for a few seconds and I had just decided he was done, when all of a sudden I felt pressure against my hole, and a sudden penetration. I gasped.
"You like the head of my dick in your ass, Mister Parker?"
"Get it out of me! This isn't safe or right, in any context."
"Don't worry, Mr. Parker, I've got a condom on. And no one is close enough to see what we're doing. I hope you like this because I'm going to fuck you."
Corey
I only meant to be a tease, to drive him to the edge then dump him. But as I started in on his back, my dick started brushing against his ass and it really turned me on. And I thought, 'What if I fuck him? Wouldn't that be the greatest humiliation of all?' So when I grabbed the 30 sun block for his ass, I also pulled a condom and some KY from my bag. I spent some time rubbing the sun block on his cheeks, but when I got to the area in between, I used the KY. He objected to my touching him so personally at first, but then seemed to really get into it. Plus I thought of his words, "Do whatever you think you should do." And I really thought I should do this.
I didn't want to hurt him, physically anyway, so I played around his hole as much as I could to relax him. I don't know if he's into this or what he's used to and I can't give myself away by using a finger or two to loosen him up, so I can only do what I can do. Plus, though my dick is nearly 8 "long, it isn't very thick, so maybe it'll go in without much trouble. When I sensed that he was relaxed enough, I ripped open the condom, unrolled it on my dick and covered it with a ton of KY. Then I put it up against his hole, a very nice hole, I have to admit, and popped the head in. I had to keep the upper hand.
"You like the head of my dick in your ass, Mister Parker?"
He freaked out a bit. I assured him that we were safe and that he was going to be fucked. But I could feel how tight he was around my dick. I leaned forward and kissed and nibbled the back of his neck. And I whispered into his ear.
"Relax. I don't want to hurt you. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to fuck you. I know I want it. And I think you do too. But if I'm wrong, just tell me, and it will all be over. I'll leave and Monday morning at the bank it will be just like always. No hard feelings. Sorry for the pun."
"Oh, God. Fuck me, Corey. Fuck me hard. This isn't the way I imagined it, but I want this so bad right now."
So I pushed all of the way into him and began thrusting violently. No one else was around but I didn't want to take all day. Jeez, I started out thinking I was taking revenge on this 'old' guy and ended up with a really hot fuck in a fantastic tight ass. I came in no time, filling the condom with what seemed like a bucket of cum. I pulled out of him and rolled him over. I could see by the cum all over his belly and the head of his dick that he had enjoyed the fuck as much as I had. He looked dazed. I carefully took the condom off my dick and poured its contents all over his face.
George
Damn, he had me. I'm a top, for God's sake. Yeah, Carlos had fucked me a few times and a few others before him and it's basically been just okay, only once or twice really enjoyable. But I really love to be the one doing the fucking. And Corey managed to turn the tables on me. I wanted to fuck his cute little butt so much and here he had his dick in my ass. But I wanted him, not his ass, not his dick, him. So, however I could have him... He turned out to be a good little fucker. He gave me a good feeling all the way through and seemed to have a good time himself. I surprised myself by cumming all over the towel. I never came from just being fucked before. Maybe it was the texture of the towel, combined with the way he was stroking my prostate. He rolled me over and I was stunned by how beautiful he looked in the bright sunlight, looking down at me. Then he took off the condom and poured it over my face. Before I could react, he reached into his bag, grabbed a digital camera and took a close-up of my cum-covered face, another close-up of my dick with the head covered with my cum and a full body shot.
"Now you're mine, Mister Parker. I own you."
"What do you mean? Didn't you enjoy that as much as I did?"
"Sure I did. But now you see what happens to dirty old men. If you want these pictures to stay private, you'll do as I say from now on. Don't worry, I'm sure you may even enjoy some of it."
My mind totally boggled.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"All I'm saying is that you've been eying me up like a total pervert ever since I started at the bank. You've made me uncomfortable and uneasy a lot of times. Now it's your turn."
I got up and moved my stuff a little ways down the beach. What is going on? I think I've fucked up really bad.
Corey
Damn! This isn't turning out anywhere near like I planned. I just wanted to tease the old creep, Turn him on a bit and embarrass him. But somewhere in the middle of it all, I got turned on and fucked him. Man, is he tight! I haven't done a lot of fucking, it's usually been the other way around, but that was really great. And I knew as soon as I started that I was going to want that ass again. When I saw that he came on the towel and all over himself just by me fucking him, I thought of the camera in my bag. With the right pics, there was no need to have to ask for his ass again. I mean, I don't know if I could lower myself to ask the old man to let me have sex with him again. But now he'll gladly give it up to me, under my terms. I'm not a bad guy, but I really got off on what happened here, and I really don't like Mr. Parker. And I've got him. Yeah, he's out. Everybody knows he's gay. But I've got pictures of him with cum all over his face, cum on his cock and belly and no one else in sight. I don't think he wants anyone at work to see them.
My mind began to go a little bit crazy. I knew the pictures had me in control. So I began to think about getting more pictures, in more embarrassing situations. And of keeping him on edge at work. I loved having the upper hand. I'd never even thought about this kind of domination before.
Though he's way too old for me and I don't like him, he's got a great body for his age. And it really turns me on knowing I can do anything I want to that body. I think it will be fun to play with him.
George
Shit! How did I let that happen? Corey finally seemed nice to me, like everyone else at work, just a decent guy, someone to easy to hang out with. And then all of a sudden he was fucking me, something I've only experienced a few times, something I've always enjoyed doing myself. And though it wasn't what I expected or wanted, the knowledge that it was his cock in my ass drove me wild. I came all over the towel I was lying on before he even came in my ass. And then he rolled me over and took those pictures while I was too dazed to think. What is he gonna do with them? I have no idea who he really is or what he might do.
I moved away, yet couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and what it might mean. I kept looking back, but he was sitting naked in his little chair, reading his book, acting as if I had never even been on the beach. After about a half hour, I couldn't take it any more.
I packed up my things, put on my shorts and started to leave the beach. He spoke up as I passed him.
"S'long George. See you at work tomorrow, I hope you enjoyed your time at the shore."
"Yeah, Corey, it was okay. Don't let yourself get too burned."
"Hey, before you leave, how about putting some sun block on my back?"
"Sure, no problem."
Once again, he was acting like a nice guy, a pal. Maybe I didn't have anything to worry about. I squirted a generous amount of the lotion onto his back and spread it around, massaging his smooth, flawless skin. In seconds, I was hard again. I started toward his cute little round ass, but he stopped me.
"That's enough, perv. I can do the rest myself. By the way, what's your schedule for the rest of the week?"
"Well, I have my bowling league on Tuesday night, but other than that I'm pretty flexible."
"Good, don't make any plans. I think tomorrow night, you should invite me over for the evening, say about seven. We'll have some pizza and beer and talk about where we go from here."
"Would you really like to come over, Corey?"
"Wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Here's my email address. When I get home, I expect to find an email from you with your home address, directions, home phone number, cell phone number and of course, your return email address will be on it. I have to be able to get in touch with you at all times."
I was still rubbing his back, mindlessly.
"Geez, look at that tent in your shorts. You really are a pervert. You just came and you're ready to go again. I didn't think guys your age could do that. Tell you what, take off the shorts."
"No way, I'm as hard as a rock."
"You'll do as I say or there are going to be some interesting pics on the bulletin board at work tomorrow. Now take off your shorts and carry them at your side until you get to the sign at the entrance to the beach. No cheating and holding them in front of you. I'll be watching. Maybe your woodie will have gone down a bit by then. And be sure to check your email before going to work in the morning."
I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. My dick sprung up at a forty-five degree angle from my body. It's certainly not a dick to be ashamed of, close to seven inches and thick, and I am quite attached to it. But I wasn't keen on the idea of being seen like that in public. But there was no one very near us and trudging through the sand would probably make it go down quickly.
"Hey, before you go, Mr. Parker, take a look at this."
I looked down and Corey was on his knees, shoulders and head on the ground, ass in the air. He reached back and parted those beautiful round cheeks to expose his hole, a perfect tiny pink pucker. He used one forefinger to tease the hole a bit.
"Just something to think about while you walk back. Go on, now. You're blocking the sun. See you at work."
Shit, forget about losing the hardon. I could climb Mt. Everest and keep stiff, with that parting shot in mind. I stayed hard all the way, passing lots of people who stared and giggled. With the shorts in one hand and my beach bag in the other, I was completely exposed. At last I reached the end and was able to put on my shorts. I turned and looked back at Corey. He was maybe two hundred yards away, lying on his belly, with his head turned the other way. He wasn't watching. I could have covered myself after all.
Oh, God, what have I let myself in for?