Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2012 18:40:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Rick Smith Subject: Fuckbud at the Beach October. Just mentioning that month to someone in the midwest stirs up visions of windy nights and chilly days. So when I saw that it was going to be low 80s, sunny, and beautiful outside, I had to go to the beach. Having the flexible schedule of a grad student really pays off during the middle of the week. I went to a beach a bit north of my usual haunt. My fuckbuddy Steve had told me about it - it was a beach he frequented on his days off. He'd texted me several pictures of the place over the summer, showing me all the hot guys I was missing while cooped up at school. They were always smooth guys. Not what I was interested in, really, but I appreciated the gesture. My type was a much more what Steve looked like: an impeccably-groomed beard, a beautifully hairy and lean chest, and a mischievous smile that always gave me a semi. The beach was deserted. I'd been putting on some lean weight working out, and I wanted to strut... no dice. My hopes of catching a muscular, hairy guy's eye - dashed. My six pack would go unseen. People with real jobs can be real bastards! But that's what I got for coming to the beach at 10AM on a Tuesday. "Fuck it; it's beautiful outside," I said to myself, too loudly. I set up a little bit away from the main beach near some bushes and dozed off, basking in the sunlight. Opening my eyes, I awoke to a tall, shadowy figure blocking out the sun. "So you finally decide to come here, and you don't tell me?" Steve asked, smiling while staring at my boner. "Good dreams?" he continued. Steve looked unusually good in a speedo, which did nothing to stop my raging boner. "I thought you were at work!" I replied. I noticed his magnificent 8" dick popping out of his speedo and all hopes of containing my boner were shot. "Decided to work from home. Bosses don't mind." He paused, giving me a once over, before focusing again squarely on my cock. "You never answered my question. Good dreams?" I smiled. "Yeah, good dreams. When you woke me up, we were at that bathhouse again. Except this time, there was no lube, so you had to use spit and precum to fuck me. Just as you were about to stick it to me, you woke me up." I laughed, thinking about the dream a little more. "There was also a giraffe in the room." He raised an eyebrow, sat down next to me, and stuffed his hand into my swimming trunks, grabbing my rock hard dick. "Well, I don't see any giraffes around here, but maybe..." he trailed off, leaning in. The sun was beating down, and I noticed a layer of sweat on his neck and shoulders. I knew he was expecting me to make out with him, but the dream followed by his amazing, shiny beach body lying right beside me made it impossible for me to think. I couldn't help it. I pulled down his speedo, wrapped my lips around his cock, and went to town. I always had a little trouble deep throating him while between his legs. So, after a little teasing, I moved around until my ass was in his face and continued trying to get as much of him inside of me as I could. He was precumming like crazy, and it. was. delicious. Steve pulled down my trunks and started fingering me. "Fuckkkk," I moaned, once I had a free moment from the blowjob. My eyes rolled back and, somehow, I forgot about his cock for a good three minutes. Soon, he half sat up and started rimming me. I couldn't stand it. His washboard abs were solidly flexed because of the position we were in (had he been working out?), and I was pretty much in ecstasy. Steve was fucking amazing at rimming; he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. He flipped me over and pulled off my trunks. I hadn't realized how much I was precumming until he wiped off the tip of my cock and applied it to his. He tasted his finger, and gave me a sly smirk. He kept adding more spit and toying with my hole to get more of my precum. But he wasn't going to fuck me unless I asked for it. "Steve. Just stick it in." "That wasn't very polite, Rick." "Steve, please just stick it in." Grinning, he slowly eased himself in, positioning my legs so we could make out. Once he was all the way in, he slowly pulled out and then pushed back. He kept this up a few more times until I relaxed a little bit more. He started thrusting harder. By now, the sun was really beating down on us. Sweat was dripping down Steve's face and chest, his arms were perfectly muscular, and I was going to cum if he kept this up. I got him to pull all the way out and made him lie down. For the first minute or so, I just stared at him. His perfect body, lying there right in front of me, sweaty, ready to be used for exactly what we both wanted it to be used for. A cool breeze I smiled again. "Fuck, Steve, you're hot." "Get on my dick so I can breed you. Ever since last week, it's all I can think about." My dick was immediately rock solid. As I lowered myself onto him, his eyes rolled back, and he gave a soft moan. I went faster. I'd wanted him to cum inside of me ever since the week before. Every day since, I'd jerked off fantasizing about it. I got my wish. I felt Steve shudder a little bit, right before he said, "Fuck, Rick. I'm going to cum." As he did, I felt his cock release load after load inside of me. It drove me wild. The pulsing feeling of his cock, his body shuddering underneath me, the faintly warm feeling deep inside of me that reminded me that I got this beautiful Adonis off. I immediately started stroking my own dick, and a few seconds later, I was shooting my load all over Steve's chest. He caught a little in his mouth and tasted it. "Sweet, man."