Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2023 19:49:42 -0500 From: Nick Barnes Subject: A Seaside Summer Cottage You should consider donating to Nifty! Without support, the wonderful stories we all enjoy on here couldn't be published. Hey everyone! I've published here before ("A Life Converted"), but I've been recently inspired to write a whole new story. This is Chapter 1, and I'm already working through Chapter 2. I love erotica and the bator lifestyle. Feel free to check me out on ReblogMe (DongB8R), and I always welcome new ideas, photos for inspiration, and general correspondence. I OPEN to anything! Feel free to e-mail me at B8rbro7@gmail.com. A Seaside Summer Retreat By Nick Barnes Chapter 1 "Well, it's just that you're so dreadfully boring, and we--that is Marcus and I--thought this would at least give us something to talk about," Artemis says to me while I still stare, fish-mouthed, at the printed itinerary. "No one does tickets anymore, but I just had to wrap something up for you to open!" She adds, draining her Bellini. The sunset is really kicking in, and my shirtless brother-in-law, Marcus breezes onto the terrace with a fresh new tray of Bellinis and some crackers and cheese. "It's not every day our sweet Greyson turns 40," Marcus coos as he takes his seat. He playfully scruffs my hair. "Jesus, why does everyone keep saying the number so profoundly?" I half-joke as I lean over for a cracker. I ultimately won't eat it, but I'll fiddle with it for a few minutes before putting it on my plate. "A month on the Cape, eh, Grey? Your own little cottage. You're gonna love it," Marcus says as he pats my leg. "We knew you wouldn't leave the US, and even though it's not terribly far away, you'll still get a plane ride and it's not our fault our family settled near one of the most beautiful vacation places around," Artemis pleads. "Well, I don't know what to say, guys; really, this is..." "Exactly what the doctor ordered after your stupid terrible break up. And a chance for you to work on your book. I won't hear of any nonsense. Now, truly, dear brother. The only response I'll accept is `thank you for this gift.'" Artemis always turns into a wealthy nineteenth century British countess when my big break up is mentioned. I don't know why. It was your classic, boy meets boy, boys live together for twelve years, and boy leaves other boy for a spiritual cult, story. Nothing terrible. Who am I kidding? This trip is almost necessary. *** I'm on the phone with Artemis as I unpack my final bag. Marcus is crunching on something. "It's beautiful guys. Really. And you were right, Artie. This downtown is precious with a million little shops and things. I'll have no time to be bored!" "That's perfect, and did-- did you see any of-- of the....Marcus? Dear. You're crunching so loudly." "Sorry guys. I got the munchies so bad. These gummies are killer." Marcus and his weed gummies. "Ayo Grey! I put two packs in your bag. You'll thank me later!" "Oh no. He's going to the--Marcus! Don't go--I'll call you later!" And with that, my sister hangs up, leaving me looking at the Mango Tango and Blue Dreams gummies I find in a zippered pocket I didn't even know I had. I grin to myself and toss them back in the bag promising I'll save them for a good time. Looking at the clock, and figuring I'm zonked from the travel anyway, I decide I'm in for the night, despite it still being light outside. I strip and decide to take a shower. Before heading into the en suite, I lay out my shorts and tank top. The water pressure is a little less than I'd like, but the hot water still provides release from the day's travel. As I rub my neck and arms, the comfort really swims through me, and my skin feels so smooth and tight. I rub my comfortable natural muscles; not too overworked, but classic. The soap smells so good, and it feels so good as I massage my torso and reach down to palm my balls. At this point, I start to remember the beautiful flight attendant who I assume was just being friendly but who I wished had been hitting on me. His tight pants framed his glorious ass, and when there was a little turbulence, he steadied himself by putting his hand on my shoulder. His grip was firm and his hand was warm. We had locked eyes for an intense moment, and then he walked on. But what if, I think as my hand explores my stiffening penis, what if that eye contact led to a whispered command? To meet him in the flight attendants' area? And I followed him there and he pulled me into him and kissed me hard while he grabbed my cock? Now I'm full on pumping my thick erection, softly moaning as I fantasize in the shower. And what if he pushed me down to my knees while he unzipped his pants, releasing his nine inch uncut beast of a cock? And he slowly whispered "good boy" as he guided my eager mouth into his shaft? And he pumped his dong in and out of my mouth while he moaned and cooed and told me I was a very good boy? That last part, somewhat of a trigger, sends me over the edge and I feel as ropes of my cum shoot out and onto the tub floor, slowly racing down the drain. After a few moments of heavy breathing, I turn off the water and step out into my towel. At this moment I realize the bottle of Prosecco I popped in the freezer should be taken out before I do anything else. I skitter to the kitchenette, and as I'm finalizing the task, I almost drop dead to the floor because the front door, which I can see from the kitchenette, opens and I'm suddenly almost full frontal (thank god for the towel) with a young man whom I only know is seventeen because he was my student last term. "Mr. Smith?" He asks with a face full of shock. We're both sort of frozen. He's holding his suitcase and a skateboard and has earbuds in. "Jay! Jay Stevenson? Jay Stevenson, what are you doing in my... well... here at this..." "You mean my gran's beach house?" "Your... gran... house..." I'm stunned and embarrassed. "Yeah, this is my gran's. See?" He points to one of the photos on the little table. I see the young man before me in miniature form next to an elderly woman. "I always come here for vacations and stuff." He adds. My mind is racing. I knew it was an AirBnB, but it didn't occur to me that "Owner might come by" meant that a student of mine would be showing up directly after I shot my load in his bathtub. Oh god, I'm gonna be on some list. "So... um. This was a gift. Staying here. My sister. Break up. So sorry. I'll leave." Jay giggles a little and the scrunches up his face. At six-three, he almost towers over me, and his football defensive figure makes him massive compared to my natural build. I know the boys on the team are worked hard in season. I've suffered many eleventh-hour locker room talks with the coach and one kid or another in danger of failing my class. "What in the hell does all that mean, Mr. Smith?" "Watch your language, Jay," I mutter out of habit. "Okay. But you're the one in my gran's house. And it's summer. And you're in a towel!" Jay busts out laughing and I feel my face get hot. "Well I..." I trail off because I have no idea what to say in this situation. "Don't worry. I'm on the football team, remember? I've seen more dick than the cheer squad." He winks at me, and I don't know why. I instinctively cover my crotch area with both hands. Jay definitely watches the whole thing. Why is every teen boy such a goddamn flirt? Christ, why am I thinking of him as a flirt? He's a student. I could never-- "Anyway, she told me there'd be a guest, but I thought you'd be out. I'm just gonna put my stuff in the pool house and be out of your way." Jay starts to move. "Hold on. Just. Wait. Jay... how in the Hell did this happen? Like. We're kind of far from our state. And my sister books me a surprise AirBnB...on the Cape no less! And not only is it a cottage owned by someone directly related to one of my students....but that student is also visiting for the summer?" "Crazy huh?" "Well, at the very least... yes. Crazy." "What are you gonna do?" And with that definitive teenage laissez-faire, Jay picks his bags back up and walks by me through the house and I watch him navigate to the pool house. I run to my room and change into my lounge clothes. My mind is racing with so many thoughts. Most of which involve revising some of the hopes I had for some post-break up one night stands to cure what ails my heart. I don't even want to check my app for fear that some guy will just show up in S&M gear and embarrass me in front of Jay. Not that I'd even probably have that opportunity so soon, but the reality is I'll have to totally not host this whole trip I guess. I go to the kitchen and open the Prosecco. No time better than now to start I guess. "This is weird. This is weird. This is so fucking weird," I think as I drink two glasses. The bubbles burn a little because I'm drinking them faster than they're meant to be. "This is weird. This is weird. This is so fucking weird," I think as I take one of the Mango Tango gummies. About ten minutes go by, and I don't feel anything. I assume the gummies are smaller portions, so I pop one more in. Curious to see the pertinent information, I inspect the bag. My face flushes as I read the part explaining that these are in fact "romance" gummies, "Enhanced for romantic evenings!!" whatever that means. I emotionally and physically flounder for a bit, not really able to figure out my next move when the next move is essentially made for me. A familiar plucking alert tone sounds, and goddamit, I'm just stoned and tipsy enough to check the goddamn app. BONERBUD, who's less than 1 miles away, has sent me a message. His profile picture is just his furry torso and what is no doubt the root of a very erect cock. Tastefully out of frame. But entirely on display in his message to me when I click on it. "Damn," I mutter as I absentmindedly rub my crotch. I sit hard into the couch as I read. Hey stud. I like your pic and your profile. Nice to see sane guys for a change. What you looking for? I consider my profile and picture since he mentioned it. A full body photo with nothing inappropriate (since I try to be careful with my public reputation) but my unbuttoned shirt reveals my tanned chest and I have to say, for a photo that only took thirty minutes to get the perfect shot, I nailed the smile and general vibe. My profile simply says that I'm looking for companionship. I've always felt like that was just open ended enough to allow for some hot short term play, but didn't ultimately read like cum obsessed needy hole boy. Which, if I'm honest, I can be from time to time. I click reply and send him Hey. Thanks for the hot pic. You're definitely ready for something! I'm looking for hookups at the moment, but I may not be able to host. Another message comes through, this time from TWINK4TOP. A creamy skinned tight tummy with tiny little briefs welcome me to this profile. His message simply says Looking for a daddy to take over The pouch of his briefs is full, and I can make out his cock head. God, I'm horny. I type Daddy here always willing to show you the ropes. I click send as I'm full on stroking my exposed cock, and I moan a little. My mind is floating and my skin is tingling like a thousand tiny tongues are flicking all over me. This is so out of character. Daddy here? Show you the ropes? I've never even played this scene before, but everything feels so warm and tingly that I just do whatever feels good. This was the whole point of this trip, right? A chance to feel like a new person and try all the things I haven't been able to over the last decade. I'm pumping my dong as another message comes through, and I'm edging myself carefully. I already had my needy release in the shower, so this gets to be all about building up. BONERBUD has replied. Damn. I can't host either. Too bad, this cock needs to release. Do you do any outdoor play? Outdoor play? Not since college, I think. I give my dick a break and I adjust on the couch. A little bit of clarity sets in, and I start to mumble out loud to myself. "I'm a grown ass adult. And just because of the weird circumstances, that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have visitors." I look around, and realize everything's dark and still. I see the pool house in the distance. The lights are on, and I can just make out Jay's silhouette moving around. "He literally doesn't care. Get over yourself, Greyson!" I say out loud. I click back on BONERBUD's message, and I reply. Hey bro. Things changed. I can host. If you're up for it... Almost immediately, I get a different dick pic, and I assume this is his way of telling me exactly how up for it he is. He also asks, Show me what I'm working with? Please? I normally would obsess over a request like this, but these gummies are frigging insane, and I snap a pic of me gripping my erection. My grip helps define the veins, and I almost don't recognize my own dick. I click send, and again almost instantly, he replies. Address? I send him the address, make sure to tell him three different ways to avoid the pool house, and he says he'll be by in ten minutes. There's nothing to tidy up or prepare since it's my first night in this place, and so I just sit on the sofa staring at the door. I almost audibly yelp when I hear a knock. I open the front door, and am shocked when I see no one. I look to the left and the right. Nothing. Then I hear a knock again. I turn around, and yelp again because I see Jay, shirtless, staring in through the sliders on the other side of the cottage. I get there in three giant steps, and breathlessly open the slider. "You okay, Mr. Smith?" Jay asks. I can see his eyes are a little glassy, and I smell a hint of weed. "Yes, Jay. You just, erm, scared me." I want to examine his whole beautiful body, but I can't and I won't, so I just keep eye contact. Which almost makes it worse. "Oh, sorry. I just realized that I didn't let you know about the--" He's cut off by my phone's alert that I have a new message on the app. I swear Jay gives a knowing smirk, but I don't dare investigate because, well, there are just lots of reasons why. Namely I'm expecting BONERBUD any moment now. Fuck. Why did I do this? "Fuck," I whisper out loud. By accident. "What?" Jay asks. "Uhm. Sorry. I just... what did you want?" Jay gives me an appraising look, and I don't know what to make of it. "Just making sure you figured out the WiFi. Reception is shot out here. But, uh, it sounds like you're all good." He winks again, and I melt and stiffen at the same time. He definitely just checked my crotch. No doubt. But if I try to cover up now, it'll be that much more obvious. "Yeah, I think I got it. But if I have any questions...I'll ask. I know where to find you!" I say with a very forced chuckle. I almost faint when the doorbell rings. "Fuck!" I do not whisper this time. "A visitor, Mr. Smith?" Jay asks with a smirk. Fuck. This is fucking weird. "Yes, Jay. And I'll need you to, erm, give me some privacy now. This is a friend and we're looking to... catch up." He can totally see through my lie, but at least we're both playing the same game. "Okay. Well, see you tomorrow, Mr. Smith. And enjoy your friend." He winks again and turns around. I close the slider with great enthusiasm and lock it shut. I close the traveling blinds, cutting off Jay's ability to see in the house. I turn to the front door again, and I open it up, and standing before me is maybe the hottest guy I've ever seen in person. With the understanding that we'll be sleeping together. "Fuck." I say again. "Sorry?" BONERBUD asks. "I just... you're very hot. Thank you." I say. And I immediately want to dig a hole and bury myself in it. Thank you?? Did I seriously just say fucking thank you? "Oh... I get it. You're adorable." BONERBUD says. "This isn't like your first time is it?" We walk in and I gesture to the couch. He sits and pats the cushion next to him. "No... God no!" I say as I sit. "I mean, not like I'm a slut... but just I've had lots of sex." That's dumb. That's so dumb. BONERBUD softly chuckles. He pulls me close to him. He smells like citrus a little, and his mouth is minty. "I get it. It's a good thing I'm a top though." And he kisses my neck, and he hits that spot instantly. I melt a little. Fuck I'm so high. I moan softly, and he whispers in my ear, "Now, you're gonna be a good boy, huh?" I moan with some power, and I feel my bulge thicken. He must feel it also because he says "Oh dear. That's the key, isn't it?" He rubs my cock through my shorts as he continues, "Yeah, bud. You're gonna be my good boy. And make me cum." And with that he lies backwards on the couch, and we need no other communication as we undress each other. He rubs my shoulders and caresses my head as I take his rigid stiffy in my mouth. It's hard and tastes a little salty, and it's perfect. "Oh fuck, you don't have to deep throat so fast--oh fuck" he says as I move into some of my best work with cocksucking. I play with his balls and swallow his shaft working up saliva to lube the whole process. "Fuck you're such a good cocksucker, bro." He pulls my head up and off his cock, and I understand this means it's time to switch. I lean back and almost cum instantly when I feel his hot wet mouth swallow my cock. I moan as he devours my penis, and I gently pump my hips almost fucking his mouth. "Oh, he wants to fuck my face?" BONERBUD says playfully. "Has he earned it?" He asks while he stares intensely into my eyes while rubbing my slick cock up and down. "I think...so..." I manage to get out over the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I shiver. I ache. He's edging me so perfectly. "Does he like to be edged? Oh, fuuuuck..." he says as he speeds up the pumping. I let out a high pitched moan as the pressure builds up. I'm close. "Uh oh... not yet bro." He says with a devilish grin. And he removes his hand from my cock and I draw in a great big gasp of air. "Fuck!" I call out, my heart rate dropping. "You got me so fucking good." I say pushing him back and we explore each other's mouths for a few minutes. Our cocks are sliding against each other as we hump, and he reaches down and jerks us off simultaneously. We're all hot breaths and soft moans as we get up from the couch and move into the bedroom. He pushes me onto the bed, and starts to kiss me all over my body. I'm pulling him up to my face every now and then to make out. He slowly turns to the side of my face and whispers, "How far we going stud?" At this point I'd let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me, so I try to express that through my groan. "Oh, he's a needy boy, huh?" He says as he bites my chin lightly. I whimper a little and nod my head. "He needs this big cock inside him? Is that what he needs?" He says as he moves down my neck and nibbles my Adam's Apple. Fuck this guy is so hot. I whimper and nod again. "Well he needs to ask for it. Beg." "Oh fuck. I need your cock man. I gotta have it inside me. I need it." I say barely above a whisper. I'm so turned on, I'm writhing under him. He continues to rub and pinch softly all over as he says, "Is he gonna be a good boy?" Fuck that sends me. How does he know that? And he's suddenly turning me over and I instinctively perk my ass up. He spreads my cheeks apart, and I feel a little tickle of air as he breathes my ass in deep. "Fuuuuuuck bro." He says. You've got a sweet fuckin hole." And I almost go blind with pleasure as he dives his thick warm tongue into my pucker. He's massaging my asscheeks while he buries his whole face in my ass, and I can feel myself leaking hard. My cock aches. I moan loudly. "That's my good boy. Give me that tasty boy cunt!" Fuck. I've never been with a guy who is so verbally hot in bed. I haven't had my ass eaten like this in so long. Everything is lights and stars and floating. The last of the gummies must kick in because I go somewhere I didn't even know I had a map to. And now he's entering me; his cock needing three different stopping points as he pushes in. "Fuck, you're tight." He grunts as he finally plunges the last third in. Oh God, it fills me up. He really gives no warning and he moves right into a jackhammer move that if I were a virgin would have ended me. I think he's surprised I can keep up, and he groans just as much as I do as I milk his cock with my asshole. We take turns over who's in control of the movement, but his cock doesn't leave my guts for the better part of five to seven minutes straight. All I want to do is pump my fucking cock, but I don't want to cum too early. So I deny myself the pleasure which only drives me more insane. We move around and now we're in a classic missionary style. He's holding my arms above my head with one hand and my legs are wrapped around his torso as he plunges, pulls out, and plunges back in. Over and over. We're both almost hoarse, and we're sweaty, and my legs are jelly. He reaches down and grabs my cock, and I cry out, "No! Not yet! I don't want to cum too soon!" "Such a good boy," he says edging me by going slower then faster then slower again. "But I want you to cum first for me. When you cum, I'll cum. Where do you want it?" "Wherever you want," I say breathlessly as he fucks my hole. He starts increasing his speed with his cock and his hand, and I'm in complete ecstasy. He's pumping me fast, and he says, "Cum hard for me. Now, bro. CUM FOR ME!" I'm at the point of no return and he somehow instinctively adds, "you're a very good boy." That's it. That's what sends me, and I start shooting spurt after ropey spurt of cum all over. "Fuck bro!" He yells as he nuts deep inside me. We both collapse in a sweaty mess, and the air smells like cum and sweat. "That...was...Christ!" He says as he sighs deeply. "You, too, man." I say. I start to get up to get a towel, and as I bring it over, he sits up a little. "You're not one of those guys who nuts and suddenly hates people, are you?" "No!" I say chuckling, as I toss him his towel. "So I don't need to run out of here?" "Well, no...are you thinking of like staying the night?" This feels a little weird because I didn't expect anyone to stay over. "Not necessarily bro," he says tossing the towel to the floor. "But I just didn't want to harsh your moment if I'm staying too long." "Oh, yeah. No, you're fine." "Cause man... I don't know about you, but I don't always have a...well, a that on a first go around..." "Yeah, that was intense. I do not have that like ever..." "Fuck man, I'm still like going through it, you know? Like waves of-- what the fuck?" I see his whole body tense and his face scrunch up. I follow his gaze, and suddenly I'm feeling so many different things because through the very open blinds, you can see out the bedroom picture window to the pool area, and standing in the evening glow is a very naked Jay, who's eyes are closed as he is very nearly about to cum, jacking off facing right into the bedroom. "Did he... like who the fuck is that?" "I can explain," I say, not really knowing how to even begin.