Date: Wed, 9 May 2018 18:02:53 +0400
From: Ralph Gordon <dadfootlover@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex Beach with Dad Part 2

Sex Beach with Dad
Part 2
by Ralph Gordon

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Next Sunday, Dad and Robert went back to Sex Beach at around four pm.

Robert's father had made him wear particularly tight, dark blue underwear
with small holes to either side of his penis so that his balls were
completely exposed to the elements.

This was quite a sight for the many horny men and boys on Sex Beach that
afternoon, watching father and son walking along the beach, hand in hand,
with the son's balls dangling out of the dark blue material and his
engorged penis pressed tightly against his youthful body, trapped between
the tight material and his skin.

Robert's father knew that this would attract attention as he proudly walked
with his son, their feet slapping against their flip-flops as they made
their way across the long beach.

Robert noticed the state of several men's penises change as they walked by,
some of them getting hard within seconds, eyes glued to his dangling balls,
his scrotum lightly covered in hair.

They passed a gentleman who was standing behind a rather large and
sophisticated looking camera, mounted on a tripod.

"Excuse me, guys," he exclaimed, waving his right hand at them. "Can I have
a photo?"

"Sure," replied Mr. Gordon, a smile on his face, as he and Robert turned to
face the camera.

Robert's dad played with his son's right testicle with his masculine
fingers, massaging it through the scrotal skin. The gentleman, completely
naked behind the camera, started playing with his dick as he took photo
after photo with his large camera.

Mr. Gordon then gave his son a kiss on his temple, making Robert blush. His
dick twitched a little in his tight underwear and he was sure he felt a
little drop of precum leave his piss slit and get absorbed into the
material. His dad moved his fingers to the wet patch in his son's underwear
and massaged Robert's dickhead through the material, listening to his son's
beautiful groans of pleasure as his young lips parted automatically in
response to the pleasure that he was receiving.

The man behind the camera was stroking his dick more vigorously now. Mr.
Gordon pulled down his son's underwear, revealing the penis that he had
created, which sprang upwards and slapped the young man's belly with a wet
'thwack'.

The man behind the camera groaned as he ejaculated, his camera hand still
taking pictures, while his other hand continued to stroke his meat. His
orgasm was so powerful that he fell to his knees on the sand as the final
drops came out of his dick.

Mr. Gordon had to chuckle at the man's orgasmic collapse as he placed his
son's dick back into the tight precum-filled underwear and the two
continued their walk.

The tight underwear showed off Robert's dick and tight butt to the Sex
Beach audience. He felt very sexy in them, every step causing his hard dick
to rub against the material and causing a continuous flow of precum to ooze
out of his body.

Mr. Gordon occasionally rubbed his finger along the sensitive palm of his
son. Robert smiled when he did this, enjoying the feel of his dad's
commanding finger on his sensitive skin. In turn, he would lift his dad's
hand up to his lips and wriggle his tongue in his dad's palms, enjoying the
gentle taste of man sweat and salt.

They finally reached the edge of the beach. On the little headland just at
the end was a monastery, where certain rituals were done for the purposes
of healing the body and mind.

Since the sex organs and feet are so closely connected to the nervous
system, and therefore the mind and soul, there were many rituals involving
these body parts that were executed at this monastery for healing.

At this place, the sex organs of men, orgasms, ejaculation, etc. were not
seen as dirty and unholy. Quite the opposite was the case. The monks who
spent their lives at the monastery, young and old, through years of
practice and meditation, were able to provide physical, mental and
spiritual stimulation to their visitors that would often heal men who
suffered in any of these aspects of their lives.

Mr. Gordon, who had often lifted rather heavy items in his younger years,
suffered occasionally from some lower back pain, and this was why he was
visiting the monastery this Sunday afternoon.

They climbed up the stone steps, listening to the tropical waves crashing
nearby, the sea spray occasionally wetting their legs. They reached an area
where all footwear had to be left behind. From that point on, father and
son were completely naked, except for Dad's swim trunks and his son's tight
underwear.

Just before the main entrance was a beautiful round pool with shallow water
that sparkled beneath the tropical sun. Sitting at the pool's edge was a
handsome young monk in a meditation pose, his legs crossed, with beautiful,
soft soles at the end of slightly hairy legs. He appeared to be around
eighteen years of age. His hands rested near his knees, eyes closed. He was
completely naked and Robert felt a strange mixture of feelings rushing
through his body.

"I have an appointment with the head monk," explained his dad, who let go
of his hand and proceeded to the monastery entrance: a large, unlocked
wooden door. "Stay here by the pool until I get back."

Robert watched his dad's thick, hairy legs from near the pool, as his dad
pushed open the door. He stared at his dad's meaty, masculine soles as they
carried his body into the monastery, Robert trying to savor the view of his
dad's wide soles before he disappeared inside.

Robert then turned his attention to the praying youth by the side of the
pool. He entered the warm water, which only reached him to his waist and
came to rest directly in front of the monk boy.

He couldn't help but stare at his groin area, his cut, flaccid penis
resting gently in between his balls. All his groin hair had been shaved,
and it took Robert all his energy not to give the beautiful cock head a
gentle kiss.

That's when the monk boy's penis began to erect. Robert was a little
surprised at first, then just watched in fascination. In less than a
minute, the monk's penis was at full erection, as he continued to meditate
in silence. Once he reached full hardness, he remained hard.

Robert was intensely aroused by the scene in front of him, never before
associating spirituality with sexual arousal. His body reacted in a similar
fashion to the monk boy, his eager penis hard and throbbing in the warm
water, wanting desperately to interact with him.

>From the pool area, Robert could look out at the bay of Sex Beach and could
see the sexual activity on the beach and in the water. It wasn't so easy to
make out the exact details of the interactions from this distance, which
made the scene, in a way, more arousing to the young man. He wondered how
many ejaculations were taking place at that very moment in the bay, his own
dick wanting to unleash warm semen in front of the beautiful monk boy.

That's when the young, erect monk opened his eyes. Robert moved backward in
the water, embarrassed.

"Hello," the monk said, a peaceful smile on his face, as if he knew Robert
had been there all along.

"Hi," Robert replied, shyly, his dick now semi-hard, the glistening cock
head poking out of his wet underwear, just above the water surface.

"You like to look at my penis?"

Robert nodded, his eyes wide with a mixture of romantic and sexual
feelings, the monk giving him a feeling of peace he hadn't felt in a long
time.

"Then come closer and put your face close to it. Then I will tell you about
what I am doing."

Robert eagerly brought his face to the young monk's dick, so close that he
could feel the heat coming off it, his lips just an inch from the hard
dickhead that refused to soften.

"While at Sex Beach, you do not practice self-control, jumping like animals
on any sexual potential, spilling your seed in sometimes just a matter of
minutes."

Robert nodded, looking into the monk's beautiful eyes and then back to the
hard glans.

"At the monastery, we learn self-control and self-mastery, and we learn to
store and channel our sexual energy so that we can use it for healing
purposes when the time is right."

Robert's eyes became even wider, wanting so badly now to lick the hard dick
in front of him.

"I haven't ejaculated in five days now," said the monk. "I am storing my
sexual energy, no matter how badly I want to spill it. You see, sexual
desire is very strong, and therefore its benefits have immense power when
channelled for the good of others."

Robert felt a bit selfish, thinking about how easily and often he spilled
his seed over his dad's big, meaty feet.

"I want to be more like you," he told the monk.

"It's not for everyone. It takes a lot of effort. Some people are not meant
to be healers or monks. Don't force anything."

Robert nodded, enjoying the calming effect the boy had on him.

"Would you let me lick your dick a little?" asked Robert, looking at the
young man with desire.

"You can take my balls in your mouth if you wish. It will help stimulate me
while I fight my urge to cum," said the monk, calmly.

Robert couldn't believe his luck. He loved how smooth the boy's shaven
scrotum felt and felt the first testicle enter his mouth, sucked between
his hungry lips.

Robert's hands then wandered to the monk's feet, which were soft under his
fingers. They weren't very large but well-proportioned, the toes short and
plump, the nails well-trimmed. Robert rubbed his palms over the soles of
the monk's bare feet, his hungry mouth now finding and adding the second
testicle to his warm mouth. He played with them in the warmth of his mouth,
his energetic tongue attacking them inside the safety of their scrotal sack.

Robert stopped after a few minutes, his curiosity about the state of the
monk's penis high again. He looked at the cock head, which had already
leaked several drops of precum, the clear, sticky fluid having left a trail
down the side of the monk boy's staff.

Robert, without asking, too horny to risk being denied his prize, began to
gently lick the monk's soft soles. He loved how compact the boy's feet
were, in contrast to his dad's massive soles. His tongue didn't have to
roam far to feel a change in the landscape of the perfectly-shaped foot.

Robert stuck his tongue in between the monk's short toes, his big toe
looking like a small cock head, which he started sucking in earnest. If the
monk wouldn't let him suck his dickhead, thought Robert, he would suck the
hell out of his toe equivalent.

The monk's soles and toes were tasty and smooth, different from his dad's,
which had a stronger, more masculine scent. He returned his tongue to the
wet ball sack after he was satisfied that the monk's soles were dripping
wet with his saliva. It wasn't just the soft soles that were wet, Robert
noticed. The youth was oozing a substantial amount of precum but made no
effort to play with his dick, his hands remaining stubbornly on his legs.

He was so engrossed in enjoying the feel of the monk boy's balls rolling
around in his warm mouth, and the sensation of his soft, moist soles in his
palms, that he didn't hear the slapping of his dad's feet along the stone
near the pool. He heard a splash and turned around, the monk's balls
exiting his mouth with a soft 'plop'.

His dad was in the water right next to him, a big, confident smile on his
face. He approached the monk and grabbed both his feet, placing them in the
pool water. The monk's eyes opened, staring peacefully at Robert's dad, his
penis still throbbing from his prayerful state and stimulation that he had
received.

Mr. Gordon placed his arms around the boy and pulled him gently into the
water, the boy never resisting. Then he turned the monk around so that he
was facing away from him and towards Robert.

"This is the monk who is going to be the first to heal my back with his
cum," announced Robert's dad. "Let's fill him with sexual energy so that
his semen becomes more powerful."

Robert just stared at his dad's now erect penis which protruded from in
between the young monk's thighs. His dad had his arms tightly wrapped
around the boy and had slipped his penis in between his thighs from the
back. His dickhead pressed against the young man's ball-sack, nestling
itself in between the testicles, the foreskin completely retracted,
treating Robert to a fantastic view of his dad's wet, pink cock head
sticking out from the boy's thighs, the view looking almost like the monk
had a second dick.

Mr. Gordon leaned back in the water so that he could give his son access to
the area of joined male genitalia. Robert noticed that his own dick, about
six inches hard, was about halfway in length compared to the two dicks in
the water, his father's penis about seven inches long, while the monk's
dick was about five.

It really did seem that his dad was channeling his sexual energy into the
boy, his older penis pressing against the youth's sperm-creators. It was
like they had created a super-penis, which began at the base of his dad's
penis, continued between the youth's thighs towards the pink cock head of
his dad, and further continuing up the monk's penis to the very tip of his
cut, throbbing organ. This would be a total length of twelve inches of man
and boy dick begging to be worshiped.

Robert wished that his dad's dick could actually merge with the monk's
penis, his dad's dickhead somehow fusing with the base of the monk's organ,
his dad's sperm entering the boy's testicles, sending him into a sexual
high that he could only imagine in his wildest dreams.

Robert went underwater, buried his head underneath the monk's thighs, and
opened his eyes. He saw his dad's hairy ball-sack which housed the
testicles that had created him. While he still had enough oxygen, he stuck
out his tongue and started to lick from the base of his dad's dick towards
his pink cock head, wedged nicely between the boy's thighs, sticking his
tongue into his dad's piss slit, trying to taste a little precum. He then
allowed his tongue to make little circles around his dad's dick head while
occasionally licking the monk boy's balls. Finally, he came up for air in
front of the youth, whose dickhead was now above the water surface. His
eyes were closed as he moaned softly in pleasure.

Robert followed his instinct and now placed himself on top of the monk boy,
unable to resist the urge to kiss his soft lips, their warm, youthful
tongues dancing in ecstasy. Mr. Gordon occasionally stuck his tongue out
and nibbled on the cute monk boy's ears, sending the heavily-aroused youth
into an even deeper state of ecstasy.

Robert's frenulum, the base of his cockhead, the most sensitive part of his
body, rested against his dad's frenulum, and Robert instinctively began to
thrust his penis upwards, along the super-dick that his dad and the monk
had formed. His dick slid upward, his dickhead leaving his dad's and
passing now over the base of the monk boy's shaft, finally resting on the
monk's frenulum.

Robert repeated the motion over and over, sliding his cock head down to
where his dad's cock head was, their frenulums meeting, and then back up
over the monk's dick until Robert and the monk's frenulums met. Robert was
actually fucking the two men in ways he never thought possible, enjoying
the privilege of being able to make penis-to-penis love in a manner so
sensual and so beautiful, the monk wrapped safely in his dad's arms, while
he got to feel the warmth of the joining of the most sensitive parts of
their bodies.

The head monk looked down at the prayer pool from the highest window of the
monastery, seeing his longtime friend, Mr. Gordon, still handsome as ever,
holding tightly to his favorite monk boy, holding him up in the shallow
water. He saw Mr. Gordon's son dick-fucking them, thrusting his youthful
body over and over their joined manhoods. He loved watching their masculine
legs in the water, the thick calf muscles making his own dick harden. Mr.
Gordon was going to get a good healing session, he thought to himself. He
would make sure his horniest and most youthful monks would be healing him
later that afternoon. As the afternoon sunlight caressed his face, he
enjoyed the feelings the view of the three men was causing in his mind and
body.

"Give my tired feet a little massage, boys," said Dad, as he sat by the
pool's edge and let his legs float in the warm pool water.

The two young men obediently lifted a foot each, so that Mr. Gordon's
glistening feet were just above the water, and began to press their eager
fingers into his meaty feet. Robert was always amazed at the weight of his
dads legs and feet, even with the water making them lighter in his hands.
This indicated power and strength to him, and this caused his dick to
become even harder in the water. He looked over to his monk friend who was
pressing all parts of the massive sole, his hands working tirelessly to
give the older man some relief.

"Sometimes I like to massage my dad's feet with my dick," said Robert, who
smiled at the monk and pressed his six-inch penis into his dad's sole, his
youthful dickhead pressing into the ball of his dad's foot. "It tickles him
less 'cos my dick is spongier than my fingers, but it makes me super horny
and I can come way too fast!"

The monk boy smiled at Robert and gave Mr. Gordon's foot a little kiss
right in the center of his foot. This tickled Mr. Gordon, who playfully
pushed the monk's face with one powerful stroke.

"Alright boys," said Mr. Gordon. "Let's get into that monastery. I need to
start my healing ritual."

The head monk was still watching, fascinated by the interaction of the
three men. He watched the father pulling off the underwear of his son in
the pool water. It was so beautiful for him to watch the firm but gentle
way in which he removed the tight item of clothing.

With the older man in the middle, holding hands with the two youth, Mr
Gordon, completely naked like them, lead the way into the monastery, his
flaccid dick swinging in between his legs, while the two youth walked with
semi-erections.

End of Part 2