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

Please consider donating to the Nifty Archive.

He Can Take It

By Zane B. Hawk ➧
zanebhawk@protonmail.com

Part 3

Mark stepped past the last blankets and umbrellas, toward the water. The Latino cub was standing waist deep in the ocean, facing perpendicular to Mark's approach. His belly was caramel brown and was just the right combination of thick, tight, and soft. Now that Mark was stepping closer, now that direct contact was imminent, he felt a primal urge to see this boy on his back, folded in half. Jonah's stories, the heat, and the booze had gotten to him fully. He could picture the boy's knees at his ears, belly squeezed, thick thighs pointing to a hole fully exposed, eyes looking into his and pleading, "Papi."

Fuck, did Mark had a weakness for the Latino cubs.

He stepped from the hot, white sand to the sand made flat, dark, and wet by the in and out motion of the waves. Now thigh deep, he saw the cub look up at him and smile. The boy pushed his hand back over his wet hair. His hand resting at back of his head. Those dimples. That armpit. Soft chest. Round belly. Round hips. Delicious.

Over the waves the cub said, "Whatever conversation you two were having," he looked down at Mark's full dick, "looks like I need to get in on it."

"I'm not sure you could handle that conversation," Mark smiled back. The water was rocking around him, and Mark noticed now just how buzzed he had become.

He thought of Jonah's uncle, here in the water, naked. And little Jonah wanting his uncle's cock. Mark's dick jumped.

Four more strides through the cool water and now he and the cub were face to face. Their height difference and the slope of the sand placed the cub a full head shorter than Mark. A wave receded and exposed the cub's dick, hard now but not large.

Stiff little nail, thought Mark.

He noticed the boy shift his hips slightly, probably unconsciously, tilting his pelvis back. Mark recognized the cue. The boy's hole was needing to to be filled. The perfect cub.

At the boy's subconscious display, Mark became increasingly driven by the deep, pre-human parts of himself that understand more than rational thought can touch. These parts swelled beneath his mental haze and instructing him: Breed this boy. It might not be possible here on the beach, but it was what both of their bodies needed.

"You'd be surprised what I can handle, Papi," the cub said. Lust was clear on his face. His mouth was slightly parted, his lips full and wet, his eyes relaxed and holding their gaze.

Mark stepped closer, "What can you handle, boy? Show me."

The cub licked his lips and reached a hand out to Mark's dick, now just below water level and at risk of being exposed with next waning wave. The boy squeezed it and let out the same staccato, "Mh" that he had pronounced on the beach, followed by, "Thick daddy."

Mark stood for a moment enjoying the hand that was slowly working his dick under the cool water. He closed his eyes, imagining a boy swimming around under the water, playfully groping at him.

"You're fucking hot, Papi," said the cub. "What can I do for you?" He took a half step closer.

Opening his eyes, and taking in the sight of the cub again, now close enough to get a smell of his boyish sweat, Mark responded with, "You're fucking adorable."

He placed one hand behind the cub's head, feeling the course, short hair there, and placed his other hand on the cub's smooth and soft flank, just under the arm, and pulled him in. Mark kissed him, open-mouthed in an erotic daze. His cock was still in the cub's hand, now pressed between his own lower belly and the upper belly of the boy. The cub's stubby and very stiff dick poked into Mark's thigh.

They broke the kiss. And, remembering that they had an audience of hundreds, whom Mark wanted to keep uninterested in their activities, he pulled back a step. Even in his current state Mark understood that public handjobs were not a good idea here. But public horseplay was happening everywhere in the water, on both the gay and family sections of the beach. And if it worked for Jonah's uncle, it could should for Mark.

Mark turned the cub around and pulled him into a tight bearhug from behind, grinding his cock against the cub's ass. His cream-white, thick ass was simultaneously soft and firm. It was substantial, heavy, healthy, round, and needing to be fucked. And, although fucking here wouldn't be possible, he did need something more than a kiss.

From behind, Mark reached his hand around the cub's hip, dipped his shoulder so he could reach the smooth balls, and cupped them while he continued the subtle grinding of his cock in the boy's ass crack. The heat there was emphasized by the contrasting cool of the ocean. The heat was also a signal sent out from the cub's body that he was ready for breeding. Mark's head rushed.

The boy moaned, arched his ass back at the grinding, and relaxed his body into Mark. Then he leaned his head back and said, "I need to pee, Daddy." Mark loved the kinky boldness of this boy, especially how it was paired with an innocence he feigned in his tone and his demeanor.

Under the water, Mark slid his hand up from the boy's balls and held onto his dick, holding it as though he were holding his own for a piss. The cub relaxed his head back onto Mark's thick chest and exhaled fully. Mark could feel the flow of urine vibrating through the soft tunnel under the boy's hard, small prick. The boy continued breathing deeply as he let go and relaxed further into Mark's body.

As his stream finished, he turned his head back toward Mark and said, "Thank you."

As if being guided by the story Jonah had told him just moments earlier, Mark led them a few steps inland, where they could crouch in the water and be covered by it to their shoulders. In this position their bodies would surge up and down with the waves' rhythm and would remained hidden from view.

They were facing each other. The cub was slowly stroking Mark's cock again. Mark reached for the boy's balls, rolled them in the palm of his hand, and gave them a squeeze. He then released them and reached farther back, rubbing the cub's taint. The boy spread his legs wider in his crouched position, and Mark felt him tilt his hips back again, hungry for something to fill him.

Mark placed his thick finger at the boy's hole and made a tapping motion that pumped cool water against the heat of the boy's opening. The cub moaned and closed his eyes. He squeezed Mark's fat dick. Mark moaned back.

"I want you to make me cum, boy" said Mark.

"Can you fuck me?"

"We can't get away with that here."

"Your cock would make me shoot so hard, Daddy. I need to get off. Feel how hard my little guy is already."

It was indeed incredibly hard. Only a boy dick can be that hard, thought Mark. He was beyond horny at this point. The veil of polite behavior was falling.

"You don't get to cum, boy" Mark responded in a low rumbling tone, direct. When the cub opened his eyes Mark's were already focused directly into them, through them, with animal lust. "You're going to make me cum. And then we're going to walk out of the water together. I'll be satisfied, my dick will be swinging, red and used. But you'll still be hard and aching, walking with me. Everyone will know your job was taking care of my dick and that you did what your daddy needed."

"Daddy," the boy said with an exhale. His hole flinched and Mark's finger slipped in, just to the first knuckle. The cub moaned, and started stroking Mark faster.

"More on the head, son."

The boy complied. His light touch and fast motion under the water gave a swirl of sensations -- the cub's strokes pumping jets of cool water across Mark's heavy ball sack, electricity flowing over the surface of his head and under the shaft, a deep need and itch forming inside his cock yearning for his gush of cum to erupt.

The boy used his second hand to cup Mark's balls. They overfilled his hand, and the cub kneaded them around. He moaned as he felt their size. Mark began probing the boy's hole more. In response, the boy squeezed Mark's dick again, then increased his momentum, building the itch deep inside the Mark's dick.

"If you push your finger in deeper you can make me shoot, Papi. My cock is jumping around already." The boy was crouched in a way that opened him completely to Mark's hand, and he was grinding his hips in a circle now, trying to get Mark to shove in deeper, to reach his prostate and give him a release.

Mark placed his other hand behind the boy's neck and squeezed. He raised the cub's head to make eye contact.

"You don't get to cum, boy," he repeated. He said it with absolute authority.

The boy made a whimper and whined a plaintive, "Daddy..." It was both a request and a thank you.

Mark was thrusting his hips now, thrusting into the boy's hand under the water. One of his hands was still pushing a finger in and out of the boy's hole, the other hand was still firmly on the back of the boy's neck. He pulled the cub in closer. Their foreheads were pressed against each other now, both looking down into the water where they could see the cub's short dick jumping madly and Mark's cock, easily twice the size of the boy's, thrusting in and out of the cub's hand.

Mark snatched the cub's head back up for eye contact once again. "Make daddy shoot, you fucking little cum slut."

The boy looked back down at the swelling cock thrusting in his hand. Mark closed his eyes. His teeth were clenched now and his hands were tight at the boy's ass and neck, compressing the cub from top to bottom. Mark was holding his breath, and could feel his face going flush. He pumped harder, squeezed harder.

"Watch your daddy cum," Mark blurted, finally allowing himself to exhale. The boy saw Mark's piss slit flare open and the first shot of cum blast into the water. It shot out several inches before slowing and swirling in the ocean like a living force. The boy's mouth was open with fascination and need. Then a second burst. Mark grunted loudly, punctuating the end of another held breath.

The boy rose off of Mark's finger and disappeared under the water. Mark saw him go toward his cock and felt the hot pressure of the boy's mouth surround his head and then his shaft. The cub's perfect, soft form was laid out under the curves of water, patterns of light refracted over his brown body and pale ass. So solid and small and eager.

Mark's next shot of cum blasted into the swimming boy's throat. He allowed himself to imagine it -- his cock, his cum -- going into a body much smaller. Another shot fired from his dick, even deeper, even more intense.

My little cock hungry fish, he thought and closed his eyes.

A few more blasts hit the boy's throat before the cub came up for breath. They were both breathing heavily. Both smiling. Under the undulating water the uncaught swirls of cum were pulsing left, pausing, then pulsing right, the motion mirroring the rocking of their bodies.

"Fuck," said Mark.

"Do I get to cum now, daddy?" asked the boy with a knowing smirk.

Still out of breath, Mark heaved, "I already answered that, boy. Everybody on the beach is going to see what a little slut you are now."

Mark could feel his used dick hanging and swinging heavy as he walked through the crowd -- gay section to his left, family section to his right, husky Latino boy's ass bouncing in front of him. The boy's dick was still completely stiff, knocking back and forth atop the motion of his thick thighs. And as planned, plenty of stares from the men to their left. They would look at the boy's dick first and see how hard it was, look to Mark's dick and see how used it was, understand what had happened, scan the boy's face with jealousy, and move their gaze to Mark's with respect.

A boy off to their right, too young to have learned tact, stopped mid stride with a plastic shovel and stared. From an adult the stare would have been vulgar, from a child his age it was natural curiosity and wonderment. Mark noticed him, noticed his open mouth exactly at crotch height, and felt his cock being to fill again.

He was glad to have his thoughts interrupted by a voice from his left as he passed by. "Nice show." It was spoken quietly and discretely from a man lying a towel. Perhaps they weren't as careful in the water as Mark thought. And, although his sex buzz was mostly sated, his alcohol buzz allowed him to not give a fuck who had seen them. He nodded a reply to the speaker and kept moving.

Jonah was no longer in his seat when they returned. The cub lay down on his towel and settled in for a rest in the sun, dick still stiff and leaving a small shadow on his thigh like a sundial.

Mark spotted Jonah about twenty paces away, on the family side of the beach, talking to a guy who appeared to be in his late fourties. Mark saw Jonah turned and point toward him, and then the two started making their way to him. As they approached Mark's seat, he nonchalantly covered his soft but still swollen dick with his towel.

"Mark, this is Gil. He's staying in our hotel. We were talking about getting dinner tonight. What do you think?"

Mark was confused, and a little annoyed at Jonah giving this guy the impression he and Jonah were old friends or even partners. Mark made a noncommittal comment, waiting to see where this invitation was coming from -- Who was Gil? Was he gay? Was he Jonah's type and Jonah was using Mark as a wing man? What the hell was going on?

Mark didn't need to wonder for long. Jonah filled in the missing pieces deftly, letting Mark understand what was happening while preventing Gil from catching on to the communication.

"This is the first time Gil's family has been here. His wife Jess is over there," Jonah pointed, Mark found Jess in the crowd, raised his hand in a wave. "And their son -- sorry was it Mason?" He looked questioningly at Gil.

Mark had only known Jonah a few hours but he already recognized that in reality Jonah had a perfect recollection of the boy's name but was stalling, building Mark's suspense at having the boy identified to him. Tricky bastard.

"Yup, Mason. He's down there in the water. He took to the whole nude beach thing more easily that I thought he would." Gil gestured with his head toward the waves in front of the family area. The gaze of all three men moved in that direction.

"Don't be surprised. I loved it here when I was 16 too," said Jonah, clapping his hand on Mark's shoulder as he said it.

Mark's mind repeated, What the hell is going on?

Then he saw Mason step up and out of the ocean. The waves were around his calves. His hand reached up to push back a mop of wet blond hair. He was muscle-thick. Mark immediately recognized the build; he looked just like the football team linemen from his own high school years. Mason's head and face were square in a way that was absolute weakness for Mark, especially when paired with his childlike small notes, neat mouth, and Mason's facial expression of softness.

Mason stepped farther from the water. The three men were still watching him emerge, in silence. Mark took in the muscular thighs, the big chest -- not musclebound, but full of potential energy. And that summed up the appearance of this kid -- oozing with potential energy. This was a human in the process of transitioning from tubby little boy to impressively powerful man. Both bodies were there, intermingled. The child and the man were blended together in his thighs, his chest, his arms, his ass! that were thick and on their cusp of becoming powerful in a way Mason himself didn't yet recognize. Mark could see it all clearly.

Even from across the beach, in just these seconds as they watched him emerge naked from the water, Mark could almost smell it. Could almost smell that Mason didn't yet understand his body was moving away from the thickness of baby fat and moving toward the thickness of a genetic wonder about 3 years from becoming a force of nature. This magical moment was making Mark nervous.

"Are you guys just around for the day?" asked Mark, trying to sound relaxed, glad his cock was covered.

The recently fingered cub stood from his towel and walked to his group of friends from earlier. Mark allowed it to register that he probably overheard, might have feel the lust building in Mark, and perhaps was becoming jealous. Mark wondered if his was really signaling his need for Mason that clearly in just an instant.

The family was staying for the next couple of nights, but planning to do traditional beaches and other activities after today. The small talk continued and Mark forgave Jonah's presumptions and gladly made plans to join them all for dinner, which was just a few hours away.

After Gil returned to his wife and son, Mark shook his head at Jonah. "What the hell are you getting me into?"

"Maybe Mason?" was Jonah's response with a coy tone and a coy look.

"I don't see that happening. But he will definitely give me something to think about back in my room after dinner. Damn."

"Hey, sometimes dreams come true. And didn't you get a pervy vibe from Gil? Not that I think he's boning his son. And I could be wrong, but I think he would be just fine with someone else boning his son. Probably his way of getting his bi energy out."

Mark looked at him, incredulous. Bi? Pervy? Where was all of this coming from?

Jonah caught the look and continued, calmly reasoning out the situation. "Look, he was awfully eager to point out to me -- they gay dude on the nude beach -- how nicely his son's body was developing. Who does that? And did you notice how long we all stood quiet and watched him come out of the water? That man wants his son taking dick or throwing dick. I just haven't figured out which. "

Who the hell is this guy? wondered Mark. It was as though every step Jonah took was in the right direction. As though every step he took created a bloom of lust under his feet as he passed through. As though a dark forest of every deep needs getting fulfilled grew instantly in the wake of his presence. And Mark could feel himself being led deeper into that wilderness.

"If only dreams were reality," Mark said, responding about Mason, but also countering what seemed to be Jonah's life philosophy where dreams and reality have no strict barrier between them.

"Dream big, my friend. Or perhaps dream small. But let's see what that mind of yours can produce."

It was late afternoon, and soon Mark packed up to return to his room. As he crossed the beach toward the parking lot, now covered with his bathing suit, he couldn't help looking toward Gil, Jess, and Mason. He saw that Mason was facing his way and had apparently been tracking his movement across the beach. Mark gestured a "hello" with an open hand. Mason responded in kind and smiled in a way that softened his appearance. It was a difficult smile to read. It may have simply been a smile of politeness, but there seemed to be a shared secret embedded in it, a knowing. Whatever it was, it forced Mark to follow Jonah's advice whether he wanted to or not. He was dreaming big. And small.