Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2019 16:21:41 +0100 From: David Roslyn Subject: Fear by David Roslyn (category: Beginnings) - Chapter 7 Disclaimers: This work is a work of fiction and is my property. The story and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or any actual event is coincidental. There are three distinctly different main characters that will appear as the story progresses. You should be legally allowed to read this type of material before continuing. As it is based on an actual book, I had published a few years ago – free for your enjoyment – the story will not contain explicit material in all the chapters BUT don't fret, as it is more the exception than the rule. Note that there will be a violent scenario. If this will trigger any trauma for you, please be aware of it before you start reading. Please direct any comments or feedback to my email address at davidrolsynauthor2019@gmail.com. Enjoy! And remember to donate to Nifty! CHAPTER SEVEN James I'm in the cab, on the way back from the beach to my hotel, replaying everything that's happened between Daniel and me, in my mind. I'd walked up to him, sitting on the big boulder, to ask him out, when he moved his body around to get down from it. But suddenly, he fell and ended up on his back. I jogged towards him to assist and found him with his one leg in an odd position. Trying to raise himself up, I grabbed him from behind, under his arms, to help him stand. He glanced up at me and for a split-second I noticed a steamy gleam in his eye. He seemed instantly attracted to me. Having said something, in what I believe to be Afrikaans, he tried standing up but flinched and I gently let him back down onto the sand and picked up his phone and handed it to him. "Take it easy. Let me help you." I told him and reached down and threw his one arm around my neck and took hold of his waist to aide him in getting up and lean on me. He was deceptively heavy for his build, but, regardless, I led him slowly, as he was hopping on one foot, towards my towel. He introduced himself and I helped him sit down on my towel. Checking first to see if he hadn't broken anything, I took my T-shirt out of my rucksack and lay it down next to him for me to sit on it. He wasn't bleeding, fortunately. I kept my gaze straight ahead but could see, out of the corner of my eye, that he was scrutinising me closely and it made me uncomfortable. Not so much for having been blatantly assessed by him, but for the fact that his fresh sweat smell was driving me nuts. Trying to control the urge to grab the hunk and kiss him, feeling my mouth crush his soft plump lips, I glanced around for something to distract my attention. But it was to no avail. The temptation to look back at him was too strong and, of course, he didn't make it any easier when he tried to have a conversation with me. I replied with brief sentences until he commented on me not seeming to be a tourist, which made me turn and look at him with a smile. His mouth gaped open at my reaction and I could see his light-brown eyes widen, instinctively sensing that he was also attracted to me, thereby creating an intense sexual tension between us. But what was I to do? I removed my shades and allowed myself to look deep into his eyes. The world disappeared for an instant and, as if I was staring down a tunnel, I could swear I saw my future in his eyes. It scared me like hell and, as he complimented me on my smile, I thanked him and put my shades back on. I then turned my attention to the ocean. My heart was racing in my chest and I suddenly felt light-headed. My stomach was aflutter. I couldn't believe my reaction That kinda thing, love at first sight, doesn't happen in real life. A while later, I asked him if he felt better and checked to see if there was any swelling on his ankle. He seemed ok but I suggested that he sees a doctor, just to make sure. I noticed a few people staring, wondering what the deal was between us two, but was comforted in the fact that they couldn't see what was going on inside my head ... and heart. The fact that all I wanted to do was take this guy back to my hotel and fuck the hell out of him, all night long, wasn't the only problem. Even though my cock was already stirring, I could feel I wanted to know him, not just enjoy him. When I returned my attention to the people on the beach, attempting to distract myself, I failed horribly. Especially, when he touched me on my thigh, in order to thank me for helping him out. I quickly looked down at his hand and glanced at my groin, making sure my fast-developing erection, wasn't that obvious. I'm just grateful that I'd decided to wear baggy trunks and not something altogether more revealing or tighter. Fortunately for me, he removed his hand and I let out a quiet sigh of relief. We sat in silence for a while, keeping our thoughts to ourselves but the sexual chemistry wouldn't go away. Then abruptly, he turned to me and suggested we take a last trip to the ocean before he had to leave and managed to stand on his own with a much fuller package in the front of his swim briefs than he'd had when I'd first helped him sit down. Involuntarily licking my lips, I joined him and we strolled towards the water. Once inside the ocean, he surprised me by spraying me with the fucking cold water. I was surprised by his playfulness but, not being one to sit back and take his crap, I reciprocated and we ended up splashing each other for a good while, trying to outdo one another with the ferocity and size of each splash. We were behaving silly and must've looked a sight but for once, I really didn't care what anyone else thought. I felt free. Daniel made me feel younger and was definitely a competitive guy. When I noticed that he was flinching from the pain in his leg, I suggested we head out, telling him my cab would be picking me up soon. He replied that his friend was also on his way and that he couldn't miss that ride. And so, we left the ocean and after shaking the sand out of the towel and drying myself off, I sneaked a peek at his swim briefs and am one hundred percent certain he had close to a full-on, sizeable, erection. Having picked up my T-shirt, gotten rid of the sand and put it on, I slipped my sneakers onto my feet and swung my rucksack over my shoulder. While walking towards the small parking lot, I asked him if he would mind if I gave him a call sometime, just to hang out and took my phone out of my rucksack, hoping he'd say yes. He was eager and once he gave me his number, I dialled him and he saved my details on his phone. I did the same and asked him if he was on WhatsApp. He said yes, and I put my phone away. Why did I take his number if I'm not even sure hooking up would be such a good idea? I got the instinctive feeling that he's very innocent when it comes to love and since I'm only on vacation, I don't want to start something I can't finish. My last memory of him was waiving him goodbye, while he stood there in his skimpy light-blue swim briefs and his hair flopping in the wind, with a big smile on his face. Maybe that's all I should have of my time with him because, even if I can fool myself to believe that I can simply call him and meet up for a once-off fuck, I know there's something different about him. I can't put my finger on it but am sure he'll spoil it for me with any other men if I indulge myself. "But then, fuckwit, why did you take his number in the first place?" I say sternly. "Excuse me sir?" The cab driver asks. "Nothing. Just talking to myself." *** I get back to the hotel and jump in the shower. Washing the sand and saltwater of my body I can't stop thinking of Daniel. The image of him in his light blue swim briefs is enough to get me hard instantly. First, I make sure there's no sand caught under my foreskin, because that would just be fucking painful. Pulling it backwards towards my orbs, I rinse the soft head off with water. Then I start stroking myself off, slowly but firmly. I let the warm water pour over my hair, run down my face and fall on my cock. Using it as lubrication, I stroke up and down and make sure I get my foreskin to rub against the edge right around my helmet. "Mm." I moan. Turning around, I use my other hand to increase the hot water flow. I need it to be hotter. It makes the sensations shooting through my body even more pleasurable and my cock feel like I'm inside his ass. I move my hand up and down my engorged cock and closing my eyes, I see him with his tight swimwear and sexy ass, running on the beach in slow-motion. "I'd love to fuck you so deep and so hard that you'll beg me for more." I manage to whisper out loud in-between grunts. His ass must feel as hot as the water cascading onto my cock. I'm imagining myself fuck him, forcing my cock right into his ass. In my mind, he's tight and I squeeze my cock deep into him and spread his insides while doing it. I tighten my grip on my cock for effect And then, I'm buried to the hilt in him, fucking him with long and deep thrusts and speeding up my pace until he screams out my name. I can hear him, `Fuck me, James!' Gasping, I'm thrusting in and out of him, forcing my cock to fill him completely, while my hand's sliding up and down my shaft at full speed now. God! It feels so good! No! I stop stroking for a moment and inhale deeply. I don't want to cum just yet. Picturing him now in the shower with me, slick and wet, with water running over his firm ass, I again pummel his tight hole ... Fuck! I can't hold back any longer and pump my shaft harder and faster with my fist and feel my juice build up in the depths of my own ass. It rises up through my tubes and up the base of my shaft until it explodes out my cock onto the shower door in huge squirts. "Fuck!" I yell. The evidence starts running down the steamed glass door and I stand still for a moment, cock in hand. Letting myself enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm, while my heartrate slows down and my breathing returns to normal. I calm down before I start washing myself and the shower door off. Once done, I turn the water off and step outside. That was probably one of the best sessions I've ever given myself and I hope the real thing lives up to that. That's to say if it does happen.