Content warning: This story contains references to or depictions of consensual sex between adults and minors. The story is entirely fictional.

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He Can Take It

By Zane B. Hawk ➧
zanebhawk@protonmail.com

Part 2

By mid morning Mark was walking back onto the beach. He was still feeling good from yesterday afternoon's fuck, and he wondered if he would see the college kid on the beach again today. He wouldn't mind getting another look at that round ass, especially now that he had been inside of it.

When Mark arrived on the beach it was already filling up. The family area already contained enough people that he had to walk through the collection of towel, coolers, umbrellas, and flesh to reach a spot in the gay section that waited beyond. Although he tried not to stare, as he walked he definitely noticed the boys playing naked in the sand, laying in the sun, and splashing in shallow water. Some were well into puberty, some just starting, some not quite there. These sights made Mark glad the undressing normally happened after setting up for the day. Otherwise some moms and dads would have noticed the impact their sons were having on his dick. His mind involuntarily wandered to the idea of some dads not minding one bit, which only hardened the impact these young bodies were having on him. This, of course, was just fantasy. He never saw any sign of such things on this beach.

Fortunately, when he unfolded his chair and took off his clothes he was safely surrounded by men who were guaranteed not to have a problem with seeing a hard cock. He sat back, took in the ocean sounds, opened his first drink for the day, and settled in for a comfortable haze of heat, sweat, water, alcohol, watching, and being watched. And, with any luck, another cub to take back to his room so he could explore more of his old sexual proclivities and continue erasing the past three years of sexual drought.

Around noon -- after a few drinks, a few rounds of dipping into the ocean, and a few circuits around the beach for chat and cub hunting -- a tall thin form caught Marks attention coming across the beach in his direction. It was the guy from the hotel hallway, the beach pleasuremonger from yesterday.

Mark could tell when the man approached that he approved of what he saw in Mark. As he struck up conversation, set up his chair, and introduced himself as Jonah he took several long looks up and down Mark's body. The stares were not done self-consciously but also not lasciviously. They were simple demonstrations that he liked Mark's body, he wanted to see it, so he looked. Mark was in relatively good shape. He had more than an average amount of muscle, thick arms, a wide chest. His big thighs were one of his favorite parts of his body. His muscles were under some slight padding that stopped him from having an overly ripped look. The padding sat well on his frame and was under a layer of hair that was thick on his chest. The hair on his belly was more dispersed, but continuing from his chest was a line of thick hair narrowing to a trail down his belly. The hair on his head was buzz-cut and brown, eyes blue, and usually a day or two of scruff on his face. The college cub from yesterday told Mark his look was "complicated, maybe kind, but maybe risky." Mark didn't mind that description one bit.

Jonah seemed to be taking all this in eagerly, but he also seemed to understand Mark's friendly but not-encouraging signals and made no attempt to hit on him. Mark was put at ease that Jonah wouldn't be hounding him all day. There were about 10 minutes of small talk, Jonah setting up his towel, cooler, sun screen, when Mark received a text from yesterday's college kid.

"My ass can still feel you daddy," read the text. Mark smiled and was brought back to the image of his hand at the kid's throat, the stunned and satisfied look on the kid's face. Mark's cock was plumping up fast. Jonah noticed.

"Looks like that was a friendly text," he said while nodding toward Mark's crotch with a smirk.

"Friendly text from a very good boy."

"That kid from last night?" Jonah asked.

"Fuck yes."

Jonah raised his bottle in a "cheers" motion, looked at Mark's cock again, and said, "not just a good boy, a lucky one." Mark smiled and mirrored Jonah's gesture with his own bottle.

"Lots of boys here," Jonah said, looking around the gay area of the beach and also glancing toward the family area where mothers, daughters, fathers, and sons of all ages played and sweated. He turned back to Mark with a subtle expression of invitation and plausible deniability at having noticed those young boys.

"Amen," Mark answered with his own tone of plausible deniability at having noticed Jonah's glance toward the north end of the beach. This slight taboo rush, even if only implied, rushed more blood into Mark's cock.

Mark never knew how much of his fantasies came from the simple fact of their being taboo, and how much came from the boys themselves, but a boy without hair, or just started to grow it, a boy with a little bit of pudge, a boy with that look that lets you know he needs a daddy dick -- these images held a powerful position in Mark's internal erotic life. But he always kept those needs to role play. And for the past three years there hadn't even been opportunity for that.

Mark had no problem with Jonah seeing his cock swelling, but he wasn't thrilled about Jonah finding out the mere mention of naked boys sent his cock fully toward the sky. So he made other small talk to distract himself and let him self calm down. He didn't realize his question would lead to his cock only getting harder.

When asked where he was from, if he had been coming to this beach for long, Jonah revealed that he been coming ot this beach for as long as he could remember. Mark soon realized he wasn't just using a casual way of saying that he was a regular here. It turned out his parents brought him to the beach frequently. They weren't exactly nudists, he said. They weren't naked at home all the time. But they weren't uptight about it either. And each summer they would come here at least a few times to enjoy the family side of the beach.

It didn't take much prodding for Jonah to explain that from the time he was young he was completely turned on by all the cock around him. He knew not to go up to anyone and grab them, but he wanted to, and apparently his little "nail" of a dicklet was hard from the moment they dropped their bathing suits until he fell asleep in the car on the way home.

It was early afternoon when Jonah revealed this comfortably, as though he was stating some mundane fact like a childhood memory of getting ice cream from the cart on the beach. As a boy Jonah simply wanted cock instead of ice cream. Mark was well into a day-drinking buzz by now, and Jonah had hit his marijuana vaporizer a few times. They were both feeling good, and Mark was getting more intrigued.

But story time was interrupted by a dark skinned latino, about 20 years old, big thick ass and thighs, and just a little softness around the middle. He came onto the beach alone and was setting up right in front of Mark, bending over to lay down his towel in a way that could not be accidental and was more than suggestive. Between his two round slabs of ass was a crevice Mark needed to be inside.

"There's one for you, Daddy," Jonah said. Mark could hear the smile in his voice but his own eyes were on the prize. Mark's dick was responding fast, rising from the half full state from Jonah's story to a full hardon. He was praying the boy would turn and see what he was already doing to Mark's cock.

The boy did turn, and Mark saw puffy nipples on his full, caramel colored chest. Saw his nearly hairless body with just a little tuft over the most gorgeous small prick perched over a set of perky smooth balls. The boy looked like a living and thoroughly tanned version of a pissing cherub fountain.

The thick cub glanced eye contact with Mark, and Mark saw his eyes dropped down to check out his dick, which was now pulsing with his heartbeat. The boy turned away with a smile that told Mark he was pleased with the success of his display.

Mark wanted this boy.

Mark watched him walked to a group nearby, whom he seemed to know only slightly, perhaps casual beach acquaintances.

Jonah asked if he was going to try to get inside that.

Mark's didn't take his eyes off the boy's hairless ass and responded only by asking what it was like coming to the nude beach once he started to reach puberty. He wanted to know what it was like for Jonah in those awkward self conscious years, constantly horny, constantly hard, and fully exposed on the beach.

When you're used to it, it's not that big of a deal, he explained. Yes, he was hard a lot. But he started getting hard on the beach when he was much younger than puberty. And the idea that nudity was non-sexual -- "That's a bunch of fucking bullshit. I wanted to suck half the cocks I saw on this beach from the time I was ten or younger."

That got Mark's attention again. He didn't want to seem like a perv by digging for more and more details, but the drinks had been flowing and he was horny from the chat, horny from all the young men's bodies around him, horny from the thick latino boy who kept returning to his towel and bending over in a clear mating display.

"Did you do anything?" Mark asked.

"Let's just say I was an early learner."

"How early? On the beach?"

"It didn't start on the beach, no. I had an uncle that was a good teacher." There was a bit of silence. "Sorry if that's too much info. People always assume that kind of thing is a huge tragedy. But it wasn't for me at all."

"Not too much info. So you liked it?" Mark was trying to make his interest seem conversational and casual, despite feeling his dick getting fuller at the idea of a boy learning about sex from his uncle.

"Yeah I wanted it. He stayed with us for about a year between jobs. I was stealing his underwear, trying to get a peak at him in the bathroom we shared. If anything, I came on to him. Not that I knew what I was doing. I just knew I wanted to be near him. He was like a magnet for me."

Jonah explained how his uncle's bedroom and his own were next to each other, each with its own door to a shared bathroom between. His uncle worked construction, came home dirty and sweaty, and Jonah was obsessed with his smell. He would raid the bathroom for discarded t-shirts or underwear to sniff.

"I was only ten but it made me so fucking horny. I didn't know exactly what I was feeling, but I knew it was something to do with sex, and I knew I needed more of it."

Mark's cock was throbbing now to the point that he began to feel self conscious about it. Jonah noticed him use his towel to cover his crotch and he stopped his story.

"I can stop if this is bothering you," Jonah said with a smile that showed more knowing than Mark was comfortable with.

More than a little tipsy now, Mark's reply was, "Did anything ever happen?" He squeezed his fat dick under the towel.

"Eventually," Jonah answered. And then said, "I'm going to go cool off."

Jonah stood. His long, slender cock looking a little fuller than before, but not as full as Mark's had become. He walked toward the ocean, stopping to smile and talk as he went, turning sunbathers to boisterous revelers along his way.

Mark opted not to stand when Jonah did. The hardness of his cock would have revealed too much about how Jonah's story was making him feel. But when Jonah returned, Mark wasn't so reserved that he wasn't willing to pick up the converstation again. He wanted to know more.

"So how did things go from stealing t-shirts to your uncle teaching you stuff?"

"So yeah I was stealing his underwear, constantly trying and failing to get a glimpse of him naked, not really knowing what to do with all this energy I was feeling. I had no idea how to make things happen when I was that little. But I started trying to see him in the shower."

Jonah started leaving his door to the bathroom open when his uncle got home from work, knowing a shower would happen soon. Jonah made sure his uncle noticed him downstairs, not in his bedroom, hoping the uncle wouldn't bother to close the door. But when he came back to his room to check, the bathroom door was always closed.

Once when he was feeling extra horny and bold, when he found the bathroom door closed, he tried to open the door with some made up reason for needing to be in there. But the door was locked. He did that a couple of more times with no luck. Then, once, it was unlocked.

"At the time I thought I just got lucky. But looking back on it now, he definitely heard me trying to open the door all those times. He probably knew I was stealing his underwear. And so he decided to give me a chance to get in the room with him. He must have been as horny that day as I was."

What Jonah found on the other side of the bathroom door was a lot of steam, a pile of man-smelling work clothes, and his uncle behind the frosted glass shower door.

"I couldn't see much through the glass, but I could see that his cock was big -- I mean of course it seemed huge to me -- but it wasn't hanging like I normally saw my dad. It was big and dark and thick and standing out straight. My cock was stiff like that all the time, but not that size.

"I remember my heart pounding and my little dick was so stiff. I sat on the toilet pretending I had to go. I'm sure I was sitting there way longer than made any kind of sense, wishing I could see him without the wavy glass in the way. Eventually I realized he was absolutely stroking. I didn't have the experience to read his signals so I mostly just wanted to get out of the room before he suspected how much I wanted him.

"Then as I'm leaving the room he cracks open the shower door and asks if I'm all good now. I look back and his hardon is right there at the open shower door. If I knew what was up I probably could have sucked his dick right then. But I just said, `yeah' and closed the bathroom door behind me, all nervous. But also excited. I hadn't learned to jerk off yet, but I went to my bed and smelled one of his t-shirts while I squirmed my hips into my mattress."

This event turned into a routine that lasted weeks. His uncle would come home from work, leave the bathroom door unlocked or even cracked open during his shower, and Jonah would go in for some ridiculously contrived reason.

"Nothing really happened, though, besides me seeing him playing with his dick through that damn frosted glass. We never talked much while it was happening."

"Did he cum?" Although Mark wasn't fully jerking off under the towel, the squeezing of his hand was apparent through the cloth.

"As far as I know he never came while I was in there with him. He never invited me into the shower or anything. I'm guessing the first time when he opened the shower door and I left the room in a panic it felt like I was turning down an invitation, and he didn't want to push things. He never tried to force anything.

"But then one night I was asleep and I heard the shower door slam. He had just gotten out of the shower. I was hard and horny instantly. The door to my room was closed, but I heard him give a sort of exaggerated cough before he left the bathroom. Things had been going on long enough by then that there was no pretending all those bathroom shows were accidents. So the shower door slam and fake cough felt like an invitation. Even my dumb 10 year old self could feel that. I would have done anything to see him without the fog of the glass. So I got up from bed and went into the bathroom."

Jonah's story was interrupted by the latino cub returning to his towel. This time he took a drink from his bottle and turned toward the paused conversation.

"Getting shy?" he said, nodding toward the towel over Mark's crotch. "I was enjoying the show." He smiled. Adorable dimples.

Never one to leave a cute cub unsatisfied, Mark removed the towel and revealed his dick, now full and veiny from the warmth and from Jonah's story.

The cub gave a staccato "Mh" from his gut followed by a hungry, "Daddy." The little tease then turned and walked toward the ocean. His ass wasn't as dark as the rest of him. This emphasized the alternating up and down of left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek. There was a little bounce from the impact of the boy's stride on the sand. That untanned ass was like a beacon calling Mark to follow.

But Jonah's story was calling Mark to stay. Looking for quick satisfaction from Jonah before following the boy to the water Mark said, "So did anything ever happen?"

"Yeah, but that night I only got to spy on him naked. Even though I was a kid I realized he might know I was spying. Looking back on it now, it's obvious he knew. Our new routine was him getting a shower, going to his room and leaving the door open, then me going into the bathroom and watching him dry off naked through the gap between the open bathroom door and door frame. The first few times he just look off his towel, took his time drying off, let me to get a good look at him, and then got dressed slowly. Then he started laying on the bed, half faced away from me, playing with himself a little. Eventually those became full jerk off sessions.

"The first time I saw him cum I had no idea what to think. It almost looked like something was wrong, but I knew nothing was wrong. I just didn't know what was going on, the way his muscles tensed up. I can still see that crunched up face, his one hand moving so fast on his big dick, the other hand open and rubbing up and down his thigh. And then he shot and it made me think for a second that the point of sex was to pee at the end. But when he relaxed and so did I, I saw that it wasn't pee. There was stuff going on here that I needed to know more about. But there was no way I was going in there and breaking this thing that seemed to be the secret agreement that let me watch him -- he shows me what I want to see and we both pretend we don't know what's going on.

"But still, seeing him cum sealed the deal for me. Even though I was already on the road toward needing his cock, now his dick and his cum were pretty much all I thought about."

Mark was still torn between the boy in the water and the pervy buzz from Jonah's childhood memories. And he realized how good this predicament was. How his ex probably wouldn't have even come onto the nude beach of he begged. And he certainly wouldn't indulge Mark's desire to hear about some kid watching his uncle jerk off.

"Did it ever go past getting a free show?" asked Mark.

"He never fucked me. But I got to jerk him off. And I learned the taste of cum."

The idea of little Jonah actually stroking his uncle, sucking him even, and tasting his cum -- Mark suddenly felt nervous about what he was hearing. Nervous but incredibly turned on.

"You just walked into his room and ask to touch it?"

"Actually the first time I grabbed his dick was here on this beach, out in the water." Jonah nodded toward where the cub was waist deep in waves, looking their way.

Jonah explained their whole family had come together that day, his parents, him, and his uncle. He and his uncle were playing in the water, splashing, wrestling around. Jonah would swim under the water to "attack" his uncle's feet and ankles like a shark.

"One time he pulled me up from the water in sort of a bear hug from behind. Under the water I could feel his very hard, very warm dick against my back. I sort of froze, just because I was surprised. He turned me around and looked down at me and I saw this look, it was like the look he had when I would spy on him jerking off. Like he was more intense than his normal friendly self. He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick under the water. I knew what a boner felt like because I had them constantly. But his felt so crazy thick. My hand couldn't wrap all the way around it. I'm sure I looked completely shocked or terrified. But I was just fascinated. It felt like electricity in my hands and the electricity was shooting and tingling through my whole body.

"He pulled away after just a couple of seconds. We were right there around a bunch of other people. The water stopped anybody from seeing me grab him, but I guess I couldn't just stand there giving him a hand job in public."

Jonah and his uncle kept playing in the water. His uncle's hard cock ended up rubbing on Jonah's back, against his ass, on his belly, and in his hands. It was all very intentional and they were both feeling the thrill of the sex play. Jonah started swimming under the water grabbing his uncle's cock instead of his ankles. When he came to the surface his uncle called him "my little cock hungry fish."

His uncle moved them a little closer to the shoreline where they could both crouch and be underwater from the shoulders down, able to bob up and down with the waves and sure they wouldn't be exposed by a dip in the water level.

"I touched his dick more when we were in the water like that. Not really jerking it off, just feeling it. Then I remember telling him I had to pee, and he told me to just go ahead and do it in the ocean like I always do. I started to step away from him and he said, `No, don't go anywhere.' I turned back and faced him, squatted down under the water again. He reached out and grabbed my hard little prick. I remember that sending some kind of a shock through my body, feeling his hand on me. I asked him if he wanted me to pee and he said yes, so I did. I've never thought about piss the same way since.

"Then I remember him telling me I should go back up to my parents to give him a minute to calm down before he came out of the water. So I did. I was hard the whole way back to Mom and Dad, but that was nothing new. I remember the feeling of my boner on that day in particular though. It was like something had changed now that I had held onto my uncle's dick and he had held onto mine. Of course I was afraid everybody knew what we had done, but that feeling wasn't as strong as how hard I was. I swear, only a boy dick can be that hard. Nothing compares. It was like a little diamond rod. Walking back to my parents my prick was not only rock hard but it was bobbing up and down like it had a mind of its own and had something it needed to do.

"Yup, just like that," Jonah continued, looking down at Mark's dick that also seemed to have a mind of its own. Mark's dick was indeed bobbing up and down. And it had something it needed to do. At this point there was no pretending the hardon was from anything but Jonah's story. The buzz of sex and alcohol removed the will to hide any of it. Yet, still, the the thick bodied siren was drawing him toward the water. Mark felt the straining in the muscles between his balls and ass. They were driving his cock upward and outward like a divining rod.

The head of his dick was the size of a plum, and at this moment seemed to Mark nearly as purple. Below the bulging head his cock was veined and stiff. Its impressive girth swelled even larger at the midpoint of the shaft, giving it an artfully sculpted cigar shape. Any experienced bottom who ever saw Mark's dick immediately felt in their insides the ride it would provide. The challenge of that big plum head, the satisfaction when it popped inside, then the persistent and increasing stretch toward the shaft's broad midpoint, the taper as the monster was swallowed entirely, and the rhythm of those sensations in reverse and on repeat. Bottoms wanted that ride.

Mark had followed Jonah's gaze to his cock and then looked back up. "It has ideas," said Mark, now thoroughly tipsy.

"Go get him." Jonah gestured his head toward the water and the cub. It occurred to Mark that Johan was doing to Mark now what he had witnessed him doing to so many on the beach yesterday -- enjoying everything, helping others enjoy everything, and making pleasure the only goal of the day. And Mark was fine with going on the journey.

Mark looked down at his throbbing dick once again. "Yeah, I think I need to." He stood, he stretched, and his dick yearned toward the ocean, beyond the crowd of men between him and the cub.

Everyone looks at each other on the nude beach, especially in the gay section, but there's usually at least polite signaling of discretion -- a pretense of eye contact before dropping eyes to dick level. Full-on, sustained ogling is normally shielded behind sunglasses. But when someone walks around with a raging hardon, the pretenses of discretion are gone. People look at the dick first, and then they might bother to look up at the face of the person carrying it. People's truer and more animalistic selves start to surface. Mark knew this, and he began to think that Jonah's life work was to help people drop those pretenses and bring their deeper pleasure-seeking selves to the surface.

In his current state Mark didn't mind those unrestrained stares at all. He felt good in his body. He felt good behind his fat, hard dick. The alcohol, the sun, the nudity, the salt air filled with the pheromones of a hundred men -- these left him no hesitation about walking through the crowd of guys with his cock extend in front of him, pointing the way to the waves and to the boy they surged around. The drink, the story, and the boy's teasing had brought him to a level of horniness that approached an altered state.

As he made his way from his seat through the crowd he enjoyed the looks from the men around him. As he strode closer to the water there was a feeling from somewhere deep, from somewhere his mind could only barely reach, perhaps from somewhere more physical than mental, there was a feeling that registered as a hope that some small, horny person from the family area of the beach was enjoying the sight as well.