Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2014 10:12:17 +0000
From: Paul Cottager <seedyfun@gmail.com>
Subject: Rough Beach Encounter

BEACH ENCOUNTER - ROUGH GAY SEX ON HOLIDAY


This is a graphic erotic story featuring:


- Graphic descriptions of rough gay sex between men.
- Mild drug use.
- Unprotected sex.


If you under 18, or if you are worried that you might be offended, upset or
otherwise harmed by reading about such behaviours please read no further.
Otherwise please read on and enjoy.


The following story is a work of fiction, as are the characters depicted
in the story.

I hope you enjoy the story.  If you like my stories & have any feedback or
suggestions for future stories you can email me - seedyfun@gmail.com.


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I was on holiday in Spain when it happened.  It was a beach holiday & I was
 22.  I'd gone with mates & we were camping to save money.  It had been fun
but it was becoming more and more frustrating and awkward for me as the
holiday went on.  My three mates were all straight & whilst they were up
for a party and a laugh, they wanted to go to all the straight bars and
pull girls (which they'd been doing with different degrees of success ever
since we arrived).


Although I was gay and a bit of a nerdy looking wimp (being very skinny
with very pale-white sun-starved skin), some girls still found me
attractive - I was cute and boyish looking with dark hair and dark brown
eyes & I guess some girls were into that (especially after a few drinks).
So, despite being a weedy gay boy, one or two girls had still shown an
interest in me.  The trouble was that, although I had no interest in girls
at all, I had to play along a bit because none of my mates at that time
knew I was queer.

The second night we were there one girl had got really into me.  I couldn't
dump her without my mates suspecting something, so I agreed to go outside
with her when she suggested going somewhere more private.  She took me down
an alley and started snogging me and pressing herself against me but
obviously it did nothing for me other than make me feel awkward.  Even
though she was drunk she noticed soon enough and got quite angry "What's
the matter with you, are you fucking gay?" she shouted as she staggered off
in a temper.  After that I went for a long walk on my own & made sure I
got back to the camp late enough to be able to pretend to my mates that I'd
had sex with her.


It wasn't until the fourth night I found a gay bar.  We walked past it & I
pretended not to notice but I could help spotting all the hot guys partying
inside, some bare chested and tanned, showing off hunky sexy muscles.
Quite a few looked like local Spanish queers & I grew hard at the thought
of having one of them take me.

"Look, it's a gay bar!" said one of my mates "Looks like there's loads of
 gay boys at it in there!  I wonder if there's a lesbo bar for the girls
somewhere?"


"That's so gay!" joked one of lads & we all laughed.  But at the same time
 I was rock hard.  I knew I wanted one of those hunks to thrust a big cock
inside me and pump me hard.  I wanted it bad.

Because we were camping the others usually tried to get to spend the night
at a girl's flat rather than take them back to the camp site & partly for
that reason and partly because we got blind drunk most nights we often got
split up.  I noticed that usually, if one of the guys went missing, it was
always assumed it was because he'd pulled and had gone off with a girl –
just like I'd pretended to do on the second night.    Then and there I
decided I'd slip off to that gay bar the first chance I got and see if I
could find myself some cock.  The others would probably just think I'd
pulled a girl and gone back to her flat or something.

We hit the bars and had a few shots and then, later we got into a club.  As
expected the guys began to split up as they tried to hitch up with a girl.
When I was sure they weren't looking I slipped away, nervously looking
around to make sure no one had noticed I was leaving without a girl.

Ten minutes later I was back outside the gay bar.  Taking a furtive look
around, a bit nervous of who might see, I went to go inside.   The only
people who seemed to take any particular notice of me were a couple of
English girls walking past, drunk, arm in arm – whispering to each other
and giggling.  I couldn't hear everything they said but I could just make
out "...one of those boys from..." and then both girls giggled.  One then
looked straight at me and shouted "Oi mate!  Get some cock up the bum!"
and she stuck out her bottom and rammed her fist against her bum a few
times provocatively as if to suggest anal sex.  Both girls laughed loudly
and staggered on, whispering and giggling together conspiratorially.  I
wasn't sure but I think one of them had paired off with one of my mates
a couple of nights before.  I felt scared in case they told one of my mates
– but it was too late now.   Music was thumping out loudly and lots of
sexy guys were dancing and drinking inside – I had to go in.

I went to the bar and ordered a shot and took a little while to take in
the eye-candy before taking to the dance floor – not a girl in sight –
just how I liked it.  It was hot and crowded and hot, sweaty male bodies
were writhing around to the music, often rubbing up against each other.
I wriggled about signalling I was available, hoping that some hunky
stallion or other would want to fuck me tonight.


I don't know how long I'd been drinking and dancing and rubbing against
sexy guys but after a while I was aware of an older guy dancing near me
who'd rubbed up against me a few more times than most.  He was probably
in his mid-thirties, dark skinned, dark brown eyes and clearly a local
Spanish guy.  He was taller than me and fairly muscular (although be no
means the most muscular queer in the bar) and was dancing bare chested,
showing off his beautiful smooth brown skin.  He moved closer and briefly
rubbed his groin against my bum – I could feel the hard-on in his shorts
brush against my buttocks.  I responded with a coy laugh and pressed my
bum towards him compliantly.  He laughed and put his sexy strong brown
arms around me drawing me close into him before thrusting his cock against
my bum a few more times, simulating anal sex with me.


We swayed and danced together and every now and he humped me from behind,
laughing and moaning with pleasure.  "You like it?" he whispered into my
ear in a strong Spanish accent "You like?"  I moaned a satisfied moan of
pleasure "Yes." I replied.  He ran his hand inside my t-shirt rubbing
my bare chest underneath.  "Nice." he whispered, kissing the back of my
neck "I like to fuck English boys. Nice and white and smooth."  I closed
my eyes and threw my head back in pleasure as his kissed and bit at my
neck and ear, sticking his tongue in my ear and, at the same time, rubbing
his massive cock up and down along the crack of my bum.  His strong brown
hands lustfully stroked my chest and belly underneath my t-shirt.  I knew
he wanted to have me and I knew I was his for taking.  In a single slick
motion he slipped off my t-shirt and tossed it aside onto a bar stool and
carried on humping me as he stroked and groped the soft white skin of my
chest, belly and sides.  He got a popper out from a pocket in his shorts
and offered it for me to inhale, I took a deep breath and for a moment my
head swam and my body tingled with a pleasant buzzing feeling.  The popper
made his caresses feel more sensual and the feel of his big cock rubbing
against me felt all the more intense.

A strong brown hand slid sensuously down my chest from behind, stroking
 down my belly and playfully slid inside the front of my shorts to stroke
my hard cock.  His hand massaged my hard-on slowly and he bit my neck
passionately.  He gave me another hit of the popper.  I stirred from my
 dreamlike state of bliss for a moment, wondering if anyone had noticed
what he was doing to me.  One or two people had, but it was OK, looking
around I could see other boys playing together in much the same way.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He whispered as he breathed heavily into my
ear. "I'll fuck you on the beach, English boy, yes?"

"Yes!" I moaned.  He stopped masturbating me and guided me out of the
bar with firm strong hands.  I was in a dream and let him lead me, happy
to let him do whatever he wanted.

He led me out of the bar by the hand through a side door I hadn't spotted
before.  We entered a side alley that was away from the main street.  He
guided me with his hand groping my bum, pausing occasionally to
passionately kiss the back of my neck and ram his dick against my bum.

Within no time at all we found ourselves down on the beach.  It was late
at night and it looked fairly empty apart from a straight couple walking
together by the sea a fair way off in the distance.  He led me in the
opposite direction towards some run down old huts.  One of huts was more
or less open on one side & inside it was some old fishing nets and the
remains of a small fishing boat, long since rotted away.

He pushed me firmly down on top of the nets and grabbing my shorts with
both hands and pulled them off in a single motion that clearly showed he'd
had a lot of practice ripping gay boys' shorts off.  I lay there naked
and vulnerable as he stood over me, smiling triumphantly.  He slipped off
his own shorts reveal his massive brown cock, erect, fully eight inches
long and very thick; lustful in its desire to fuck me.  He knelt over me
and firmly clasped my hands, forcing them down just above my head, pinning
me down.  He pressed down on top of me and thrust his tongue in my
mouth, rubbing his massive dick against my hard cock, forcing his legs
between my legs ready to penetrate.

After a while he released my hands to offer me another hit of the popper.
I breathed in deeply and felt my anal muscles tingle ready for his cock.
Although I was drunk and buzzing from the popper I knew we ought to use a
condom.  He'd already said he liked fucking English boys & I'd bet he'd
probably fucked loads of boys like me all summer long.  I knew it would
be risky, and I was nervous.  "We ought to use a condom." I whispered.  But
he did not seem to understand; perhaps his English was not good enough – or
perhaps he just didn't care.  He said something in Spanish that I did not
understand.  Then in English he said "I fuck you now bitch."  He pushed my
legs apart and pulled my ankles up to make my hole available, rubbing the
very tip of his massive hard-on against my hole – his pre-cum moistening
my rim.  I could feel the intense tingling sensation of the gentlest
brushing of his cock tip against my rim.

He paused briefly releasing my ankles – but I kept my legs apart and my
hole available, gripping my own ankles to show I was his for the taking.
I thought for a moment he was going to use a condom after all – but no –
instead he just got out some lube and lubed up my hole and his massive
brown dick.  "We ought to use a condom" I whimpered again pathetically.
He just laughed, said something in Spanish and then in a commanding tone
"I fuck you now bitch." Then, kneeling over me and grabbing my ankles
firmly, he rammed his massive cock, bareback, into my bum, slowly and
forcefully easing it in deeper and deeper.  I yielded totally, loving the
sensation of his massive, throbbing dick slowly penetrating deeper and
deeper inside me.  When he was fully in as deep as he could get, he paused
to give me another hit on the popper – I breathed in deep and enjoyed the
thrilling, buzzing sensation of his big cock throbbing deep inside me,
making me his bitch.  I moaned and whimpered with pleasure as he began to
slowly but forcefully thrust in and out, in and out, pumping me hard.

As he pumped me, a vague sensation of fear – or was it a thrill – washed
over me.  I was having bareback sex with a highly promiscuous stranger who
obviously never used condoms - I'd never taken such a massive risk before.
The buzz of the popper and the thrilling sensation of his massive cock
fucking me hard made my head spin with pleasure.  I was risking HIV for
a few minutes of ecstatic pleasure and what would no doubt be a fantastic
orgasm.   It felt so dangerous, so frightening, so thrilling, such a
massive buzz. The very real risk of HIV made me feel like I was living
on the edge.  The risk taking was hot!  It made me want to cum.  It was
so irresponsible, such a massive surrender of control, it was a total
surrender to pure pleasure regardless of consequences. But I wanted it.
I wanted his cock.  I wanted to be totally irresponsible and not care
about the consequences.  I wanted to risk getting HIV.  I hoped he had
HIV.  I hoped he knew.  I hoped he wanted to use me and infect me. I
wanted to be used like that. The thought of being used, abused and
deliberately infected like a piece of worthless shit made sex so much more
intense, more powerful, more ecstatic.

I took another hit of the popper and moaned a girlish sigh of pure
pleasure. I wanted cock and I didn't care!  I gave myself totally to him,
and to the buzz of risky sex - flinging my hands behind my head
as I yielded to his desires, moaning softly.  He grunted athletically as
he fucked me harder and harder; building up a faster and faster rhythm -
ramming deeply and firmly and roughly – faster and faster.  It was so hard
and so rough that it hurt a bit – but the pain just made it feel even
better!  I was so hard and precum was already dripping from my dick.  I
began to play with myself whilst he fucked me.  He was squeezing my ankles
hard and growling like a bear as he fucked deep and hard, using my hole,
thrusting his massive eight inch dick deep inside as aggressively as he
possibly could.

After a little while he slowed down a bit to stop himself from cuming too
soon – he wanted to use me for a long time, probably so that I'd have a
sore hole in the morning to remember him by.  I stopped masturbating for
a while so I could last the pace.

I gazed out towards the sea as he carried on slowly but firmly fucking me.
It was a beautiful moonlit night and it occurred to me that anyone walking
past might be able to see us, although we were partly hidden in shadows.
The risk of getting caught and the helplessness of my total surrender to
his desires was a massive turn on.  The risk of being caught and of
catching HIV thrilled me beyond anything I could have imagined.  I wanted
this.  Gradually he began to fuck more vigorously again, ramming in deeper,
faster, harder and rougher; grunting with pleasure as he used me.  I began
to play with my dick again.  I moaned and whimpered with girlish pleasure
as he made me more and more into his bitch with each grunting thrust.  My
moaning was becoming more intense and fitful as I began to get closer and
closer to orgasm.

I gazed out toward the sea again and was suddenly frightened and thrilled
to see a straight couple walking slowly past by the shore, less than fifty
yards away from where he was fucking me.   They were clearly paying more
attention to each other than anything else, pausing now and then to kiss
each other in the moonlight.  My lover had also seen them.  He leant over
me and whispered in my ear "You want them to see me fuck you?"- a seedy
thrill shot through me with those words.  He gave me another hit of popper,
I breathed in deep and my whole body tingled, my ring dilated to further
accommodate his ramming cock.  "You want them to see me fuck you?" he
whispered again, his hot breath filling my ear.  "Yes" I whimpered
helplessly "Yes, I want them to see."  He smiled a wicked, mischievous
smiled and began to grunt more loudly as he fucked me – like a randy,
out of control, animal.  A thrill shot through me, I threw my head back,
masturbated frantically and moaned loudly in response.  His thrusting
became harder, rougher and faster – in and out, in and out as he grunted
aggressively – louder and louder.  It was so hot!  I moaned loudly with
pleasure at the thought of getting seen, masturbating frantically.  The
sounds of our grunting and moaning drifted out over the beach as he fucked
me.

I don't know if they actually could see us but I saw them look over in
our direction two or three times.  But I was sure they could hear us.
They were saying something but I couldn't hear them because my lover was
grunting so loudly as he pumped me.  It was so hot!  I thought I overheard
a female voice say "It's two gay-boys I think..."

I lost myself in the ecstasy of my boyfriend's vigorous fucking.  He
rammed it right in deep, quivered with pleasure and let out a large gasp
as he sprayed a massive load of spunk deep inside me.  I threw my head
back and sighed with delight as I sprayed my own load all over my own tummy.

My boyfriend sighed with satisfaction as he slowly extracted himself from
me and rolled down beside me, kissing me.  I lay there fully satisfied,
breathing heavily.  I don't know if we'd been watched in the end because
when I thought to look round, the couple had gone – they'd probably gone
off to find somewhere of their own.

My lover cleaned the jizz off my tummy by rubbing in sand from the beach,
playfully kissing and biting me as he did so.  After a little while of
that game we both started getting hard again, we laughed, kissed and toyed
with each other's cocks for a little while.

"Now you suck my cock clean." He said in a firm tone.

He stood up and got me to kneel dutifully in front of him.  He smiled a
knowing smile.  "Suck it clean" he commanded.

Obediently I took his huge manhood in my mouth.  I couldn't get it all in
straight off because it was so big.  I licked and sucked him, tasting a
mix of cum, lube and my own shit from when he fucked me.  It was hot.  I
started to play with myself as I sucked.  He began thrusting his cock down
my throat more forcefully & I gagged a couple of times.  Firmly he grabbed
my head and forced me to deep throat his massive dick – I nearly choked –
I'd deep throated guys before but never anyone this big.  I spluttered but
he just jammed in his dick in deeper and harder, forcing me to take it.

Grabbing hold of my hair he rammed it in and out, faster now and more
aggressively, pulling my hair and fucking my head.  "I fuck your head,
English boy." He said in a intimidating, domineering voice. "I want to
use your head."  I spluttered and gagged a little as he forced me to take
it but that just made him laugh. "Take it." He commanded.  "You take it all
bitch." As he jerked my head backwards and forwards violently, ramming
his dick in and out in a frenzy, forcing me to take it whether I wanted
it or not.  "Suck off all that shit bitch." He commanded "Suck me clean
you dirty bitch.  Eat it all."  I sucked and slurped as eagerly as I
could, even if it was making me splutter and gag every time he rammed
his dick hard down my gullet.  I wanted him to use me and make me pleasure
him, it was so hot.  I was furiously masturbating whilst he fucked my
head, building up to cuming once more.

A massive gush of spunk sprayed into my mouth and down my throat, filling
my mouth so full and fast that it made me splutter and choke.  "Swallow
it." He commanded.  "Eat it all."  I did as I was ordered and greedily
slurped down as much of the salty love juice as I could.  It felt so good
that I creamed myself almost as soon as I'd slurped down the first gulp.
He laughed "Your head is a good fuck English boy" he said.  Once he was
sure I'd drunk down as much as I could he finally withdrew from my mouth.

Without saying anything he turned and pulled his shorts back on and
slipped back into his flip-flops as I knelt there naked, savouring the
salty taste in my mouth and feeling I'd been well and truly used.  The sex
had been rough, risky and dirty but mind-blowingly hot.

He turned and walked away back to the town having finished using me for
what he needed.  "You come back here tomorrow night and I'll use you again.
I want to fuck your bum and your head again."  He said in matter of fact
tone.

I got cleaned up and put my shorts back on, my head swimming a bit from
the drink.  My arse and throat felt a bit uncomfortable and sore from
being used so vigorously by such a large cock – but that was a good
feeling, it felt good to feel used.  I slowly walked back to town.

Every night for the rest of the holiday, I let him use me in the beach
hut, just like the first time.   I never learnt his name, he wasn't
interested in telling me – he was only interested in using my body.  Of
course I had to pretend to my mates that I was having hot sex with a girl
– which of course was partly true – I was having hot sex, just not with a
girl.  I still remember it as the best holiday I've ever had – raw,
rough sex on the beach – there's nothing better!


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