Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2024 22:04:34 -0500 From: Nick Barnes Subject: A Seaside Summer Cottage Ch 3 You should consider donating to Nifty! Without support, the wonderful stories we all enjoy on here couldn't be published. The messages I've already received have been great. Especially love hearing how and when you've...finished. 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 Cottage--Chapter 3 By Nick Barnes "Well, fuck," I think to myself as I rinse off the last of my sea salt and cedar soapy lather. That was maybe some of the best sex I've ever had, and it was with Jay, one of my high school students. But he's not my student any more. Right? And he's like basically eighteen. Right? Right. But it's so fucking wrong. All of this. Just so messed up. I'm mumbling to myself as I dry off and head back into the bedroom. The weed and cum and sweat scent has dissipated mostly, but I light the cute "Seaside Walk" candle anyway. And there I am contemplating the ridiculous job of naming candles when I feel arms around me from behind. And a hard dick. That's maybe the most prominent thing I feel. "Mmmmm," Jay whispers in my ear, "You smell so good." He gently kisses my neck which sends me. "And you feel so smooth." Another peck. Fuck. This kid knows his shit. He rubs my shoulders a little while he gently grinds his cock into my ass. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on. I feel my cock harden and my asshole is aching for some dong. I turn around and despite all the fucked up feelings I'd had until this moment, I totally give into lust and embrace Jay. We kiss deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. His strong hands follow my body down to my crotch, and he pumps my cock while tongue fucking my face. I instinctively reciprocate and tug on his erection. He whimpers a little when I do this, and I nibble his lip. "Fuck. You're so fucking hot," he says with a heavy breath. I slowly nudge him backwards until he sits on the bed. I push him down, and he slides up so that he's lying down but propped up against the head board. Crawling up to kiss him, I slink down and start throating his teen cock. It's so smooth and rigid and perfect. I tease his balls which makes him squirm, and he starts to fuck my throat a bit. I can tell he's apprehensive. So I grab his hands and place them on my head. He knows what I want now, and he pushes my head down on his cock while I gag. "Holy fuck!" He pants as he drills my face. I'm furiously humping my fist while I deepthroat his cock, and I can't take it anymore, so I whip my head up and while I stroke his slippery shaft, I look him in the eyes and say, "I'm going to fuck myself with your cock, and you better fill me up with your load." I've never done anything like this, but something about Jay just brings it out of me. He nods his head up and down, and adjusts his position so he's in the perfect spot for me to mount him and sit on his cock facing him. Because it's Round Two and because Jay has the perfect cock, I slide right down with minimal pressure or pain. As soon as his cock reaches my prostate, I moan loudly and fall forward onto his chest. "Fuck. Holy fuck. You're so fucking tight," Jay says. He gulps hard and pumps his hips a little, causing his cock to push in and out of my needy hole. I sit back up and using his gorgeous pecs to steady myself, I begin to bounce up and down on his dong. He's making the most incredible faces and sounds as I milk him with my ass. I know the perfect times to clench and when to let go, and I can feel his legs start to vibrate below me. Jay's face is showing me he's trying so hard not to cum right away, but this is clearly sending him. I bounce harder and a little faster, and honestly, I'm feeling like I could cum soon, too. I use one of my hands to fist my cock, and while I rape myself with Jay's cock, I feel him put his hands on my hips. Inside, I feel warm and electric and buzzy. I think we must still be high, and that's why I'm so horny. "Oh, shit," Jay says, and I feel him squirm under me. "I'm about to..." And I feel his cock pulsating inside me, shooting thick rope after rope of his teen spunk up into my guts. And this sends me, and with a final sit down on his erupting cock, I shot my load all over his chest, with a spurt or two going over his shoulder. "Fuck!" I exclaim, breathless. "Holy shit!" Jay adds. We both giggle a little, and I feel the gentle "pop" as I pull off of his penis. Jay stays in his position, and I roll over so we're lying down, parallel to each other. My breath is finally starting to regulate, and the warm blanket of ecstasy washes over me. After a few moments of quiet, I get up and get a towel from the bathroom. I wet a corner of it with warm water, and I bring it out to Jay. He wipes himself, and we both sit next to each other on the bed. Then awkwardness rears its ugly face, and I'm back to feeling like I'm a predator. "I'm so sorry, Jay. We shouldn't have--I mean, I should not have.... Well, this," I gesture around us with my hands. "This should not have happened." Jay pulls away from me a bit. He looks down at the floor and he quietly says, "Well, I'm not sorry. This was amazing." "No, you don't know what I mean. Yeah, sure it was amazing, Jay, but it's so incredibly inappropriate." "Will you quit fucking doing that? You're not my teacher. This isn't some schoolboy fantasy I'm living out... it's not like a...fetish. Jesus!" He stands up and walks toward the hamper to put the towel in there. "You don't need to feel defensive, Jay. You did nothing wrong. It was me." "Stop it! Stop it! You're like ruining this-- and you don't even fucking-- fuck! I mean, what the fuck am I to you?" Jay says, his face getting flushed. "Jesus, Jay, I'm just trying to be a responsible adult. Or at least take responsibility. You just don't get it because you're--" I cut myself off, but Jay pushes it. "Because I'm what? A fucking kid?" "Well... kinda..." I say before I think. "You know what, fuck you. And fuck this. And fuck whatever you're trying to make this. I'm out." And with that, Jay leaves the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Sitting on the bed still, I feel a little catatonic because I'm not sure how this all happened, and I hear the other bedroom's door open and slam shut. It's probably for the best. I wash my face and brush my teeth and I go into bed. I don't really know what else to do. While I sleep, I dream that I'm back at school. My classroom has just let out, and Jay is staying behind with his buddy Grady. Grady and Jay are always together, and so they both approach me at my desk. "I called you both here because you need to fuck me until I cum," I say to them. Jay and Grady high five and unzip their pants. Jay bends me over my desk, and on the other side, Grady pulls out his cock, and he starts face fucking me. Like a greedy little animal, Jay starts lapping at my ass pucker. I feel his warm, moist tongue flick and dart around the edges and gently slip inside me. A few times he gives my asscheeks a playful nibble and slaps me. I'm moaning in pure fulfillment, and the vibrations of my moan start to materialize and, like smoke rings, float up in concentric circles. The vibrating rings from my moaning solidify and start falling over all three of us, and with each ring, my whole body writhes in ecstasy. All three of us are carrying on, and I feel Jay's cockhead push into my ravenous asshole. He slowly pumps his cock in and out as Grady holds onto my throat with his big hands and forces his eight-incher down my throat. I feel the shift of weight as the two young men lean forward to make out while they stuff me, spit roasted like a fucking pig. And the rings keep sliding down us and enveloping us and every cell of my body is rewritten to solely produce pleasure. I start to feel Jay expand inside me. He says something, but my ears are all cottony, so I can't make it out, but his cock is growing. And growing. I've gone from feeling fucked by a cock to feeling like I just ate Thanksgiving dinner to now feeling like my organs are starting to move inside me. And that's when I wake up. I'm breathing shallow, and I'm a sweaty mess. And my cock is so hard, it almost hurts. Sitting up, I rub the back of my neck. It feels really tense. A look at my watch tells me it's the middle of the night and I've slept for six hours. I get a small glass of water from the kitchen, and despite my better judgement, I tiptoe to the door of Jay's room. Leaning in, I can hear sounds of gun fire and shouting--a video game. I find my way back to bed, close my eyes and have a more or less dreamless sleep. When I wake up the next morning, my cock is raging hard. Something about this vacation and--more likely--Jay has me as horny as a kid again. I'd jack off, but there's no time. I have a few places I want to get to this morning before my massage at noon, a gift from my darling sister. I take a little scooter and head into the little village as everything is opening up. I head right to the coffee shop, but its windows are still darkened and the sign indicates they won't open for another half hour or so. I reconsider my options. There's a wine shop with a window display of a sailor holing a wine bottle up to his eye as if it were a spyglass. Then there's the surf shop with a huge surf board over the door. The surfboard has a huge shark-bite chunk taken out of it. Then I see it--Lovely Little Things--a little beach themed tchotchke shop. I figure I can find something nice to bring home, so I open the door, a little bell ringing sweetly when I do. The store is neat and tidy with only a few aisles, but everything feels charming and old. Antique brass knickknacks and lovely oil paintings of seascapes and schooners. And tons of ceramic figurines and hand carved wooden doodads. As I'm inspecting a little figurine of a mermaid on a rock, I'm suddenly aware of a presence behind me. I turn to look, and I'm face to face with an older gentleman with silver hair parted to the side, a square jaw, and a shirt that reveals he probably doesn't skip arm day... or abs day for that matter. His eyes are intense and he stands with the confidence of someone who has been in charge of many things in their lifetime. "Oh! Hi," I say, startled by his proximity. He smells of cedar and leather and a little pipe tobacco. "Just checking in, sir," he says with a deep voice that has a little gravel in it. "Oh, thanks. I, uh, love these little carvings here," I say, turning to look at the mermaids. I'm a little embarrassed because he's so immediately captivating. "They're beautiful!" I feel him get closer, and he says quietly, "you seem to appreciate what a man does with his hands." My whole body shudders, the door's bell tinkles, and then I feel him leave. I wait almost a minute before moving or looking around. I look over and see him talking to an old lady who holds up a blown glass vase. I take a breath and decide to move to a different section. I'm looking at bucket hats when I feel my phone buzz. Maybe it's Jay, and we can finally talk like rational people. When I see the notifications, though, I see it's the app. I click on it because the username is OLDMAN&SEA. A Hemingway reference always piques my interest. "Hey stud. I knew you'd be looking for more hand stuff." He includes a winky face. The profile picture shows me it's the man in the store right now. I hear the bell above the door, and instinctively I look up. He is locking the door, and I see him turn the door sign to read "Closed." He makes eye contact with me, and I feel frozen in place as he strides over to me. We're about the same size, but he's a lot more cut, and he's so sexy and raw and intimidating. Without breaking eye contact or saying anything, he leans in and kisses me hard. Blood rushes to my cock, and I am instantly hard. He breaks the kiss with a small grunt, and he turns so he's next to me, puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me to a door I hadn't noticed before because it's painted to blend in with the wall displays. We're in his office, and he locks this door, too. We are definitely not able to be interrupted. He says, "Strip," in a low growl, and I obey. He pulls a knob on one of the cabinets and it turns out to be a Murphy bed. He undresses, and I see the mound in his jockstrap. Fuck. This is one hot guy. He massages his cock through the mesh, and as he removes the jock, he motions with his eyes for me to get in bed. I oblige and watch as he gets on the bed and crawls up my body, kissing and nibbling me as he ascends. He tongue fucks me once he reaches my mouth, and then he repositions, so that I'm on top, and I'm just under his cock. I know what he wants me to do, so I obediently take his thick daddy dick in my mouth. He grunts as I take the whole shaft down my throat, and I start to massage his balls as I cyclone his dong. With another grunt, he moves again, and suddenly he's behind me, and he's eating my ass. He grunts as I whimper, and then he milks my cock from behind. By now, he's driven me so crazy that I'm fucking needy. He must sense it because the next thing I know, his cock is up in my guts, and his head is right behind my ear as he grabs my torso, plowing my greedy hole. With a raspy throaty whisper, he calls me a "good boy," as he pumps my pucker full of his rigid boner. I am so blissed out I could almost cry. I milk him with my ass muscles, clenching hard when he's balls deep. With each passing second, we grow more and more intense, our breathy moans filling the room. He's still furiously masturbating me as his dong continuously hits my p-spot, and I start to cum. Vigorous spurts of my semen shoot out, and my ass muscles vibrate around his cock, causing him to unload his daddy load deep in my guts. We get a few minutes to catch our breath, and without any words, he sits up, claps my back and starts to get dressed. I take his cue and before I know it, I'm on the street once more.