WARNING: This is a gay fantasy, completely fictional. Homosexual activities are depicted and if you are NOT of LEGAL AGE to be reading this material or you do NOT APPR0VE of this material, LEAVE NOW AND READ NO MORE.
All names and locations are fictional and are in no way real.
TOURIST
Chapter #1
It was mid September and the tourists had all but left the beaches. There is always the usual hand-full that can't seem to accept that the sun had gone south for the winter and struggle with the shorter, sometimes overcast days. People are like that though, not wanting to face returning to work and the everyday grind until the next summer. Can't blame them for that though. My vacation starts when they leave.
My summer had been hectic but there were some fun times outside of working hours. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. In my off hours when the shop was closed I managed to meet a few of the really good looking college boys that worked the restaurants and other business during the summer.
That is what makes the summer great and living where most of the men wear only swimsuits when not working, makes it even better.
My name is Jack Cumberland and I am gay. Guess you figured that out already though. I am 6', weigh a solid 180, with a 44" chest, 30" waist, toned and defined. Smooth body except for a slight trail of hair between my abs but an abundance of soft, silky black hair in my groin and crotch spreading over my thighs and calf muscles. My Spanish/English ancestry accounts for the slightly swarthy color of my skin. My blue eyes must come from the English side since all of the Spanish I know are dark eyed. Oh yes, I am fortunate enough to have a slightly over 7" uncut cock but very thick and smooth like a bullet and I am 30 years old.
As I said, the tourists were all but gone and my business had slowed considerably. It had been a good season and I managed to pay the bills and set a little aside for the proverbial rainy day. I own a small clothing store with 2 full time employees and 2 part-timers. On the 1st of October the hours will be cut back to a normal 9 to 5 operation and my staff will be cut in half. The winter months will always be slow but people still need jeans, shirts, sweaters, jockey shorts, sweat shirts, jackets and T-shirts with the usual assortment of accessories.
On the Friday before Labor Day, I was in the store late, we didn't close until 10PM in the summer. Beth my part-timer was working at the opposite end of the showroom straightening the stacks of clothing that had been strewn around by shoppers. I was behind the counter getting ready to close when I heard the door chime go off. I looked up and this young guy, maybe 21 or 22 came into the store and walked over to where the jeans were stacked. He was wearing a T-shirt and rather thread bare Bugle jeans. His hair was sun lightened and from where he was standing, his body looked to be tight and well muscled. His shoulders were broad and the classic V shape was obvious. A very tight round ass was revealed by his tight jeans and where they had been a rivet, there was a small hole. I didn't see the tell tale white of a pair of jockey's if he was wearing any. I went over to where he seemed to be aimlessly shuffling jeans around like he couldn't find his size that looked to be a 28 or 29 for tightness or a normal 30, with an inseam of maybe 29".
I didn't realize that I had moved so quietly until I asked him...
"Can I help you with something?"
I saw him tense just a little as he turned flashing a brilliant smile saying " yeah, I need a couple of pairs of jeans. Do you have anything on sale right now?"
I looked into his gray eyes and smiling, I said "I think I can help you out there. Do you have a price range?"
"I don't have a whole lot to spend, about $15 or so would be okay." He said.
Just then Beth came up and said "Mr. Cumberland it is after 10. Would it be okay if I left now."
"Gee Beth, I didn't see the clock. No, go on and leave just be and sure you lock the door. I will finish with this young man. See you tomorrow same time?"
"Yes sir." Beth said. "Good night."
I watched Beth leave to be sure she locked the door and then I heard from behind me, "you closing for the night? I can come back later if you want to leave."
"No" I said. "Lets get you taken care of. I don't have any plans for tonight and no need for you to be walking around needing jeans. What size are you looking for? Something around a 29 or 30 with a 28 inseam.?" "I think the waist is a 30 but not sure about the inside of my leg. You have a tape and I can measure to be sure." He said.
Walking to the front counter I got the tape and went back to where he was still looking at the jeans.
"Got the tape." I said. "Let me do the measuring to be sure of the size. Looking at a tape from upside down is not easy. Spread your legs and pull your shirt up a little for me."
He looked at me and then pulled his shirt up almost to his breasts showing a rock hard six pack with a light hair trail leading down into the top of his jeans as he spread his legs.
I kneeled in front of him and looking at his crotch I could see his cock stretching down the left side of his leg where the denim was worn from so much rubbing. I reached around his waist and pulled the tape tight, reading a little over 29".
I looked up at him and he was smiling as I said "you can wear a 29 tight or a 30 in the waist. Now lets get the inseam."
I was still kneeling and a warm feeling was spreading in my groin at the sight of this hunky buffed kid.
Pulling his pants leg down, I pushed the tape up into his crotch and heard a sharp intake of his breath as I pushed his balls up. I held the tape and his balls up tight as I stretched it down his leg, reading 28".
Standing up I said "you take a 28 inseam unless you like to fold an inch or so over."
He was still holding his shirt up giving me a full view of his hairless torso from his breasts down. Letting the shirt drop he asked for one of each size with 30 inch inseam. I pulled out two pair and asked...
"Do you want to try them on for fit? The changing rooms are right over there." I said huskily as I looked into his smiling eyes.
"Yeah, better do that." He said and moved with an athletic grace in his step.
Stepping inside, he didn't pull the curtain shut while he changed. There was a concave security mirror installed at just the right angle so you could see that area of the store and with the curtain open, there was a clear view inside the room. The mirror had not been intentionally installed that way but no one had complained about it. I stood there watching as he unbuttoned his jeans and then glanced up at the mirror. He couldn't help but see me watching.
As he looked in the mirror, he started very slowly pulling his zipper down and I had been right, he did not have jockeys on. Pushing the fly of the jeans back with his hands he rolled the material down over his hips a light brown bush came into view. I felt my cock swelling and adjusted myself as he watched in the mirror. He pushed his jeans on down and as they dropped to the floor his thick uncut cock sprang up and slapped his gut. He was still wearing his T-shirt and I was hoping he would pull it off but he didn't. He stood there running his hand up under the shirt and then down over his hips finally squeezing his balls and cock.
My cock felt like molten steel. I turned and walked over to the changing room and he stood there watching me.
"Is there something else I can do for you? Maybe some T-shirts, that one looks a little thin." I asked.
"You think so, how about taking this one off and see if you have my size?" He said.
I reached to pull the shirt over his head and as I did he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me against him. I felt his hard chest and cock pressing against me as he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue forcing me to open my lips. His tongue felt like a hot poker probing and twisting around mine as he moaned and pushed his cock tighter against me.
I had placed my hands on his hips as we were caught in the heat of kissing each other. Slowly we broke off and he looked into my eyes as he said...
"Can we go up to your apartment?"
"If you want, we can." I said. "Wait a minute first."
I walked over and checked the door lock before turning off the lights in the store. I pulled the cash drawer from the register and walked back to where he was waiting still half undressed. I didn't say anything and nodded my head for him to follow. We walked to the back of the store. Me with a roaring hard on and his half hard cock swinging in front of him. I couldn't help but think this only happens in a porn movie as we climbed the stairs to my apartment.
I closed and locked the door behind us and turned, he had removed his T-shirt and stood there looking like a living Adonis. I felt a quiver as I sucked in air with a low gasp, he was gorgeous. Michelangelo's David had come to life. He stood there not moving but I could see he was breathing deeply as his magnificently sculpted chest rose and fell. His smooth muscled arms hung by his sides and there was a light glint of golden hair on his forearms. His hair was a light brown and wavy, eyes were hazel that seemed to change with little flecks of gold. He had broad shoulders with flaring lats, his chest was thick and his pectoral muscles looked like chiseled marble with two silver dollar sized brown breasts with prominent nipples. His torso narrowed to the almost 30" waist in the classic "V" we all want. His hard abdominal muscles were the perfect 6pack. A light brown pubic bush surrounded what was at least an 8" cock that was rising and falling with his breathing. I was transfixed by the unblemished beauty for a few moments.
He broke the moment as he moved to me, reaching for my tie.
"Can I help you with this?" He said.
As he slowly undressed me, his eyes held mine and I could see a hint of amusement as he pushed his nose against mine and licked his lips. Piece by piece he removed my clothes and hands seemed to caress me as he did. When he opened my shirt, he pushed it over my shoulders and ran his hands over my chest, down and around my waist and back.
"I knew you had a body on you." He said as he loosened my belt.
I heard what he said but it didn't register right then. I felt like I was in a dream and he was controlling the drifting mists with his caresses. Slowly he ran his hands over my hips and inside of my shorts and pants pushing them down as he did. My hard cock was depressed by the motion and finally it sprang free with a loud slap as it hit my gut. Adonis, I still didn't know his name, kneeled down and removed my shoes and then drew my pants off one leg at a time as I rested my hands on his shoulders feeling the rippling muscles. He opened his mouth and took my pre-cum oozing cock in his mouth as I gasped, feeling the heat and his tongue washing over the length playing with my foreskin.
He released me and standing up, he said "thought it needed cleaning while I was there."
"My God. You are fantastic." I gasped, breathing hard.
He didn't say anything as he ran his hands over my body, down over my cheeks and into my groin.
Pulling me to him again, he said "you aren't all that bad either you know. Are we going to stand here or do you have a bed?"
As we went into the bedroom, I couldn't help but feel that he was controlling everything we were doing. He had a magnetism that was compelling and drew you in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he removed his Air Jordan's and socks. We sat there looking at each other for a second our hard cocks standing straight up. Leaning into me, he pushed me back on the bed and using his left leg, he lifted my legs up and we slid into the center of the bed. We were just about the same height and his body pressed against mine in the right places. Rolling over on my chest he kissed me as his right hand moved up and down feeling and squeezing, running his fingers through my pubic hair. I was still deep in a dream like state filled with lust and wanting.
My breasts were being kissed, he sucked on my hard nipples as he stroked my cock and played with my balls. He was driving me to new heights of ecstasy as every muscle in my body tightened and relaxed with each new surge of passion. Slipping between my legs he drove a knee up into my groin pushing my balls up tight as he kept sucking me in deeper his tongue twisting and washing under my foreskin. Shock after shock surged through my cock into my balls and spread deep inside of me.
I ran my fingers through his hair moaning and twisting as he ran his hand down my crotch and over my asshole pressing his fingers against it as he did. He moaned holding my cock in his mouth and it felt like fingers plucking every nerve in my body as I gasped...
"Oh my God. Suck me, drain me. It won't be very long if you keep that up." I said gasping.
He didn't release me as he swung around until his cock was in my face. I ran my arm under his thighs, opening my mouth and drove my face down on his thick meat. I felt the head slide down, down until my nose was in his pubic hair. I breathed in his clean musky odor as my throat muscles contracted and retracted as my tongue ran over the length feeling each beat of his heart as it throbbed deep in my throat. He laid there holding me as I held him and then he started a slow pumping motion with his hips.
His cock slid in and out as I started the same motion feeling his lips holding me tight, my foreskin sliding along the length of my cock as I did. I ran my free hand over his back feeling his muscles moving tightening and relaxing with his movement in and of my mouth. We fucked each other's mouths until our cocks started getting harder and we could feel our nuts drawing up into their pockets in our groins. Driving faster and deeper with each thrust a paralysis seemed to spread over us as our muscles tightened causing our bodies to arch against each other as thick solid streams of life giving fluids erupted as if volcanic fluids filled our mouths. I could feel my cock throbbing with each gushing stream of my seed and he shot his thick hot streams deep into my throat and gut.
Slowly our bodies relaxed as we came out of the enveloping fog of lust. Our cocks slipped from tight draining mouths and we laid there breathing deeply. My Adonis swung back around and brushed his lips over mine. Laying half on top of me with his head next to mine, he said...
"Thanks Jack, that was wonderful. I really wanted you."
I turned my face to his and I said, "I don't know your name but you know mine for some reason. I remember now, when you were undressing me, you said something about knowing about my body. I waited for him to answer.
Moving his arm, he lifted his head and placed his hand under his head looking down at me slowly running his finger up and down my chest.
"My name is Mark and I have sort of been stalking you Jack. I saw you walking on the beach a couple of days ago from the deck on my Uncle's beach house. You were wearing a sweat suit but from the way it was clinging to you, I could see that you had a great body. I was right, you do. I watched you walk to your store with the apartment over it. I didn't know it was your store or your name until I saw the emergency notice posted in the window listing your name as the owner with your telephone number.
Mark stopped for a few minutes, running his finger up and down my chest and my cock was starting to get hard again. See the effect he was having on me, he grinned with little flecks of gold in his eyes as he went on.
"I have never been very good about approaching someone I would want to have sex with so I sort of hung out in the parking lot across from you store trying to think of a way to meet you. Tonight, when the store was empty except for the girl that works for you, I decided to try something. I really hoped you might make a move but you didn't, not right away. I saw that mirror and that is why I didn't close the drapes on the room, I hoped you would look in and see me."
"You sure were right about that, not every day someone like you comes into my store. When I saw you weren't wearing shorts under your jeans, I sort of figured or hoped you were available. I wasn't sure if you were gay or not until we got in the apartment. Hell, you could have been a hustler and from what I saw, I might have paid it. Damn, you are the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen." I said as I ran my eyes back over his fantastic physique.
"You keep that up and you'll have me blushing. Besides, you have just as good a body. I haven't seen many much better." Mark said.
Mark started to kiss Jacks chest and nibble on his tits as he took his hard cock and started stroking it.
Jack put his hand on top of Marks and stopping him, he said, "Mark it has been a long day in the store and with you sucking the life out of me, I am a little tired. Could we rest a little?"
"Sure we can. Just so long as you don't kick me out. I want some more of you." Mark said.
Jack had already started to doze off as he mumbled "kick you out, you got to be kidding."
Mark laid his head on his chest and closed his eyes, the beat of their hearts lulling him to sleep with a slow steady rhythm.
Jack is slowly aroused by an intense warmth in his groin, his cock hard as steel. He feels Mark's lips and tongue kissing and licking his cock and ball's slowly moving up and down its length. He feels Mark's mouth open and take the head in with his tongue licking the pre-cum from its slit. Gripping the head with his lips, Mark slowly forces the foreskin down its length until the head is completely naked in his mouth and he washes it with his tongue sending shocking sensations through his balls into his groin and body. Jack feels as if he is in a dream and a young god is trying to devour and consume his body.
Slowly, with his lips gripping Jack's hard shaft, Mark lowers his head as his tongue swirls around his thickening shaft until he feels Jack's soft pubic hair, his entire length imbedded deep in his throat. As he massages Jack's heavy balls, he slowly caresses the head of his cock with experienced throat muscles and he can feel the drops of pre-cum sliding deeper into his throat. Mark hears a soft gentle moaning coming from deep inside Jack as he sucks and squeezes his cock with his mouth.
Mark moves his mouth up and down over the length of Jack's cock and feels his hips rising to meet him slowly establishing the rhythm and plunging deep in his open throat. Jack runs his hands over Mark's strong muscled back as he drifts between sleep and being fully awake, his cock starts to swell as he feels his seed starting on its course to reach a searing, exploding climax.
Bucking his hips faster, Jack moans "suck it Mark, take it all, drain me Mark, drain my nuts." Feeling and sensing Jack is close, Mark intensifies his sucking as he feels his nuts drawing tight and with a final tense drive Jack explodes. Body arching to drive every inch deep in Mark's throat great gushing streams of his life force rush through his cock and Mark feeling the first stream hit his throat he withdraws slightly letting his mouth fill with Jack's hot thick cream. Swallowing and capturing the essence of the man, he sucks and drains his seed feeling his cock starting to soften as his body relaxes.
Slowly Mark strokes the insides of Jacks soft thighs as he holds him tight with his lips wanting every drop, not allowing any to escape. Mark hears Jack moaning as his cock slips from his mouth. Lifting himself up to Jack's lips he kisses him softly and penetrates his mouth with his tongue, allowing a small amount of his cum mix with his saliva. Jack swallows the offering as he is drifting again into sleep feeling his head and face being stroked gently.
Mark lies with Jack for a few minutes before pulling the sheet up over his hips as he slides out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, he leans over the toilet and strokes his cock violently until he feels it swelling and hardening in a great consuming spasm, his hips bucking fiercely as he milks stream after thick stream from his nuts his body muscles straining from the hot sensations flowing through them. Slowly he relaxes as he milks the last few drops of his seed and wipes himself with a damp washcloth. He sucks air deep into his lungs and exhales as a shudder runs through him.
Leaving the bathroom, he sees Jack sleeping quietly as he slips out the door after picking up his shoes and T-shirt. Quietly he descends the stairs into the store and sees that it is just starting to break dawn and in the dim light, he moves to the changing room where he had left his jeans. Mark pulls his T-shirt over his head and slips into his jeans. Sitting down he ties his Air Jordan's on his feet. Picking up two pair of jeans he places three $20 bills on the counter under a staple machine with a short note of thanks that he writes hastily. No one is in the street as he opens the door and closes it behind him, the spring locks snapping back into place.
Mark walks quickly across the street where his '65 Black Mustang convertible sat. Sliding in he starts the ignition and regrets the low rumble of the exhaust as he pulls away. He didn't feel as if he was sneaking out on Jack, although he was, he didn't want an involvement right then, maybe later and then he would explain his actions.
Driving swiftly to his Uncle's beach house, Mark went inside and started putting his few things into his airline bag with the new jeans he had bought from Jack's. Leaving out a fresh change of clothes he showered and shaved. Checking the beach house closely making sure that the gas and electric were shut off and windows and doors locked, he jumps back into his car throwing his bag in the back.
Still not much traffic as he heads north, to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware where he was to meet his Uncle at Jerry and Matt's B&B, The Lighthouse Inn. Lee had gone on a short business trip and he had gone to the Outer Banks for a few days to relax from his heavy schedule at school.
A very insistent buzzing alarm roused Jack from a warm deep sleep. Reaching over he hits the off button and feels in the bed, he is alone. Sitting bolt upright, he looks around the bedroom and calls out...
"Mark"
Hearing no answer, he gets up and looks in the bathroom and then the kitchen and small living room, no one was there. Walking back into the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed and is wondering if it had been a dream and not reality. Laying back down, he smell Mark's body odor on the pillows and knows it couldn't have been a dream but wonders why he had left as his mind is racing, searching for reasons.
Looking up, Jack sees that it is almost 9 o'clock and rushes through his shower and shave. Drinking a quick glass of orange juice, he pours a mug of coffee and goes to open the store. Opening the safe, he pulls out the cash drawer as he is still trying to figure out what had happened. Pushing the drawer into the register, he sees three $20 bills on the counter with a note. Reading the note, he knows it had not been a dream but all he knew was his name was Mark and he lived in a beach house.
For several days he walked on the beach where Mark said he had seen him, hoping he would be there somewhere. After awhile, Jack thought somewhat sadly, oh well...just another tourist...
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