Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2006 12:04:22 -0800 From: roverzone@mac.com Subject: Wild Beach Boys WILD BEACH BOYS Copyright 2006 roverzone@mac.com comments welcome Gay male/Urination/Interracial/Encounters This story features sex between men. Do not read it if you are underage or if such material offends you. Also, the characters in my stories have unsafe sex. Enjoy the fantasy, and use rubbers when you fuck! ____________________________________________________________ It's a rugged hike to my local gay beach. There's a well-traveled trail, of course, but the brush gets thick at times, and there's boulders to scramble down. On a hot day with your beach gear on your back, a man works up a tangy sweat and a big hunger getting down to the sand. The men who succeed in the trek are fit guys motivated by an agenda: a day in the sun, waves crashing nearby, and the possibility of a hot encounter. My name's Riley. Forty-something, six foot, two hundred pounds of mostly muscle, buzzed head, full beard, lots of fur, eight-inch cock. Horny single guy. I had just come from a workout, and I felt huge. My chest and arms were the thickest they had ever been. I had skipped the shower because I wanted to smell my funk. I was horned up and I didn't give a damn. Before leaving the gym I had put on a cock ring, some running shorts, and sneakers. As I walked out towards my car -- underdressed, sweaty, cock swinging hard against the silky fabric -- I could tell everyone's head was turning. Fuck 'em. Sun and wind felt awesome on my skin as I drove my little convertible towards the beach. I smoked half a joint and let my straining cock out of my shorts. I turned the music up and stroked my meat lightly, then ignored it for a moment to feel it deflate a bit, then spit on my palm and stroked up to full hardness again. Squeezing a bead of juice out of the tip, I swiped the sweetness up with my finger and massaged it into my tongue. Mmm, fuck! I love that taste. There were about ten cars parked near the trail-head. I noted several leather-flag and bear bumper stickers. A very dirty Jeep was emblazoned with the names of every hard-rock band you can think of, plus a sticker that read DON'T LABEL ME. Interesting, I thought, I wonder who's driving that? I headed out on the half-hour hike that led down to the sand. Maneuvering through some dense brush, I stopped to take a whiz. My meat felt great in my hand, half hard and full of piss. I closed my eyes and let my stream spray alongside the trail. Ahhhhhhh yeah. It felt so great that I could feel my hard-on stiffening as I pissed. As my flow decreased I heard a noise and opened my eyes, and found myself being stared at by a short, thick-built, buzzed-head, full- bearded fur-bear, who had obviously been watching me piss. Momentarily surprised, we stood a foot apart looking at each other, breathless. Fuck, what a sexy little muscle-bear! He was dripping with sweat and the dark hair matting his chest was swirling into hundreds of dripping curls. He opened his mouth to speak but I lunged forward, mouth open, to fill his mouth with my kiss. His tongue leaped forward against mine with enthusiasm, and he grunted softly. I grasped the back of his head and neck and pressed them towards me, grinding my beard into his, mixing our spit. We moaned into each other's mouths as the hot, deep kiss made everything around us momentarily disappear. It was not a short kiss. Neither of us was ready to stop; we moaned, slurped, nibbled, chewed, sucked and swallowed for a good four or five minutes before finally breaking free. His mouth still open, our slobber dripping from his lower lip, he dropped to his knees, yanking down my shorts, and in a heartbeat, plunged down on my hard fuck- stick, gulping the head down his throat, and burying his nose hard into my groin. I involuntarily roared my approval and staggered a little, replanting my feet and shifting my weight so that I could properly enjoy this unexpected muscle-bear blow-job. The bear's head was bouncing up and down like he was competing in the Oral Sex Olympics. He had no gag reflex whatsoever; my cock plowed into his throat with every full-on, eight-inch-deep stroke into his mouth. WOW, I thought, how the fuck does he DO that? Slobber was running down my ballsack almost continuously, and then his fingers were all over my balls, massaging them firmly as if trying to coax a load loose. Finally the bear came up for air, and stood up to face me, gasping. "Your cock is incredible," he panted, "but I gotta go." "No way!" I complained. "That was some of the best head of my life! Where are you going?" "Work. Meeting. Here's my number," he finished, handing me a business card and starting to walk towards the parking lot. I was standing there with a roaring, dripping hard-on, shorts down around my ankles, with a little card in my hand. Life's weird. "See ya," I called, but he was already gone. As I followed the trail down, my swollen cock stuffed back into my shorts but leaking down my thigh, I hoped the rest of my day wouldn't be such a tease. Ah, the beach. A few signs of life here and there but mostly quiet, the way I liked it. I walked for half a mile or so, waving to a few nude guys lying on towels, some openly jacking off. I set up camp at one of my favorite spots: against the bluffs, next to one of the many little "forts" that get built every season out of driftwood and flotsam to create a windbreak and a bit of privacy. But I don't care much for privacy; I want to see what's walking past, and I want them to see me. I stripped naked (except for the cock ring) and lay down to relax. The sun felt great. I toasted myself on both sides and even snoozed a little. I woke up to the sound of voices. Looking up, I saw two young men (probably early 20's) throwing a football back and forth, shouting and laughing. I put my gear-bag under my head as a pillow, cracked open a bottle of water, and lay back to enjoy the show. One was white, lean and muscled, probably 5'9", with a liberal smattering of tattoos splashed up and down his thick arms and strong back. He wore long, flowy basketball shorts with nothing underneath; they were riding so low that I could plainly see his reddish-blond pubic hair peeking out in front and a good inch of his ass-crack behind. His curly auburn hair gave him a wild look, along with his pointed red goat-beard, furry legs, chest, and the fuzzy small of his back, where the hair was curling into sweaty little q's as they pointed the way down to his tantalizing ass. How did those shorts stay on? It must have been that fat-looking cock, bouncing wildly around as he ran to catch the ball; the shorts somehow could not fall as long as they were hooked above that big piece of meat. Thick metal hoops hung from his pierced ears and nipples. HOT, I thought, I love these wild-looking boys - I wonder what else is pierced? His humpy buddy was dark-skinned, latino or middle-eastern maybe, about 5'6", also worked-out but with a bit more beef around the middle. Buzzed head, black goatee, a little body hair, and also sporting tattoos that looked thuggish and very sexy. He wore some old shredded cargo shorts that also looked like they were likely to fall off at any moment. I made no effort to hide that I was enjoying watching them. My cock had pumped up hard so I spat in my hand and gave my meat a sloppy squeeze. I couldn't help noticing the two young men were obviously -- deliberately -- getting closer. I dug out the remaining half of the joint I had started earlier and lit it up. The boys noticed immediately. I smiled and cocked my head to invite them over. Aha, I thought. THIS IS GONNA BE FUN. "Hey bro!" shouted the white guy as they approached. "Hey man," I replied. "Smoke?" "Love some," he answered, taking the joint from me. "Good shit?" "You'll like it. My name's Riley." "Taz," said the white boy, inhaling smoke deeply. He was standing so close I could touch him. So I did. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the outline of his cock and balls, and gave them a gentle squeeze. Taz didn't seem to notice, but his meat throbbed in automatic response to my touch. I could feel a hard metal ring pierced through his cock-head. "Johnny," said his buddy, introducing himself curtly. "Do you mind?" he asked, as Taz offered him what was left of my joint. "Not at all," I said, "but you guys know you don't have to wear shorts on this beach." "If we don't wear shorts, the weirdos watch us all day and whack off." "Like me? If you don't want to be watched, why do you come here?" Taz looked at me harshly; he could tell I could see right through his bullshit. He hooked his thumbs in his shorts and yanked them off in about three-quarters of a second. "There, is that better?" Hell yeah that was better! His fat cock was inches from my head, his hefty PA pointing right at me. "I think I know why you come here, Taz," I smiled at him. "Yeah, why don't you show me, cocksucker?" he replied. "Come 'ere," I said, rising and walking a few steps up to the driftwood fort. It was nothing but a low wall, creating a space about six feet square, but if I'm having full-on sex I like to be just a little out-of-view. I knelt down on the army blanket I had thrown down on the sand. The boys followed me. Johnny lost no time in dropping his shorts, proudly sporting a fully-hard cock that looked like seven inches of thick, uncut man-meat and a heavy set of low-hanging nuts. I was hungry for both these guys, so I grabbed both their dicks and pulled them toward my mouth. I sucked them in turn, greedily, going from one to the other since I couldn't possibly fit both of them in my mouth at the same time. When I looked up, I saw they were kissing passionately. Hot. Taz's pierced cock was a challenge, as it plumped up to about nine inches rock-hard. Not too fat, but the huge PA would probably shatter a tooth if I were careless. I leaned back and stroked their cocks. Johnny was a leaker. A little river of juice poured from his slit. I leaned forward and slurped it up. Mmm, nectar. "You like to eat ass?" said Taz. I smiled in response, my mouth slightly open and tongue hanging out a bit. Yeah, the thought of those tangy young buttholes in my face sent a horny thrill through my body and made my cock leap in anticipation. "Lie down," he told me. I was happy to. Taz quickly straddled my face and began to squat down. I looked up at his beautiful ass, cheeks covered in auburn fur, his crack opening to reveal the hottest little pucker I'd seen in months. As he settled down I rubbed my beard around his ass fur and inhaled deeply to enjoy the scent of his sweaty, ripe butthole. My tongue thrust out like an arrow at a bull's-eye. The puckered muscle quivered as I kissed it, and I heard Taz gasp. I spread his hairy cheeks with my hands and plunged my eager tongue into his butt. He let more of his body weight settle onto me, truly sitting on my face; his butthole relaxed to allow me passage. The taste was incredible, nasty, awesome. As my tongue explored his inner muscles, my lips massaged the outer sphincter. In response, Taz pushed out a little, forcing my jaw open wider as his butthole-flesh pushed its way into my mouth. We both groaned in piggy ecstasy. "Fuck yeah," he muttered. "Eat my hole, man! Awww, fuckin' eat out my nasty hole!" He squirmed and gyrated his ass on my face; I tongue- fucked him vigorously, never wanting to stop. I was lost in butt-munch-land so I wasn't paying any attention to Johnny. But I had to push Taz off me for a moment to catch some oxygen, and when I did, I saw that Johnny was standing over my chest, facing my feet; he was pushing his ass into his buddy's face, and Taz had grabbed his buddy's hips and leaned his face into Johnny's fine- looking ass-crack, moaning and slurping as he munched away at his buddy's hole. Johnny was quiet but I could tell he was whacking away at his meat while enjoying the rim-job. I plunged my tongue back into Taz's steamy hole, now relaxed and sloppy with my spit. My cock was suddenly enveloped in warm, muscular wetness, and I realized that Johnny must have been leaning down to suck me. Fuck, what a hot threesome! Me on my back with some nasty, wild boy's ass on my face, while he rims the ass of his swarthy boyfriend, who's slurping up and down on my horny cock. Fuck! My whole body quivered. My nuts tingled and ached. My cock popped out of Johnny's mouth, but a moment later, I could feel it sliding into a much hotter, tighter hole. Johnny had turned around to face Taz, and had squatted down on my cock. Spit-lubed from his blowjob, it slid quickly and easily into his just-rimmed ass. Johnny started riding my cock up and down, gripping it from inside, power-bottoming with abandon. I still couldn't see anything but Taz's hairy, wet ass, but I could tell they were probably kissing and beating off as one rode my cock and the other rode my tongue. Taz's pucker contracted, and then belched out a blast of air. I attacked with renewed zeal, sucking his quivering manhole with piggy lust. "FUCK YEAH!" he roared, mashing his boy-cunt deeper into my mouth. I felt a splash of hot liquid, and wondered if he was cumming- but realized, as the stream continued unabated, that he was pissing. His hot piss was drenching me, running down my torso onto the blanket below. It gushed as the boys continued to ride, kiss, and jerk their dicks above me. "JESUS, that's fuckin' HOT! UHRRRRH!" cried an unfamiliar voice. I lifted Taz up for a second, just in time to see some tanned bodybuilder standing just outside the fort, pumping his big red dick and ejaculating streams of jizz like white lightning-bolts directly at us. Nice. I returned to eating Taz's luscious butt, inserting a wet finger to hold his hole open a bit so that I could lick a little deeper. The mysterious bodybuilder, having enjoyed the show, must have moved on. I began to feel my load aching for release, so I started bucking my hips, pounding my manhood into Johnny's ass. For the first time I heard him making noise: staccato grunts every time my cock hit his prostate. All three of us were grunting, bucking, tensing up. My orgasm exploded, and as I forced my load up Johnny's ass, the boys both hollered and began squirting hot cum onto my hairy belly. We pumped and gasped and quaked, squeezing all the juice from our nuts. Three pigs wallowing in their sweat, spit, piss, and cum. Both boys popped up off of me, and as if they had rehearsed it, stepped around in a circle until they had switched places. Taz squatted down over my crotch, grabbed my juicy, still-throbbing cock and shoved it into his ass. At the same time, Johnny sat down on my face and said, "Here, fucker! You can have your load back!" Before I had a chance to object, his ass was firmly planted on my face, and his hole opened to dump my salty, creamy buttload into my mouth. I swallowed it down, then thrust my tongue out to ream his incredibly soft, freshly-fucked manhole. "Fuuuuuuuuck," Johnny moaned, slowly gyrating his hips over my head and pushing his hole inside-out to make sure I had deep access. Yeah, I could eat ass like this all fuckin' day long. I felt my half-hard dick pop out of Taz's ass, and then I felt his tongue on my belly, licking up the puddles of cum the boys had sprayed there moments before. His mouth slurped greedily, as if wanting to suck up every drop from my soaking wet fur. He followed the trail down to my crotch, and then slurped my sloppy man-meat into his mouth and sucked off the funky fuck-residue. This was so hot that I started to get hard again in his mouth. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, and in another moment, squatted astride me and impaled himself again on my pole. Incredible, I thought. I'm just lying here, with these two hot young boys taking their pleasure on top of me. As I continued to sloppily eat Johnny's sweet ass-lips and tongue-fuck his chute, Taz proceeded to ride my cock with an astonishing grip. His ass squeezed my cock like he was milking it. I roared my pleasure into Johnny's ass; he responded by pushing his cunt further into my mouth. Fuck yeah, I thought, starting to buck my hips to plow into Taz as deep as I could. "MOTHERFUCKER!" yelled Taz, unbelievably squeezing down on my cock even harder as he rode me hard and fast. I felt another load at the gate; I let loose and sprayed blast after blast of hot cum into Taz's slippery rectum. "Motherfucker!" he said again as my thrashing subsided. Once again, the boys suddenly stood up and exchanged positions, as if this was a typical or favorite thing for them to do. Once again I was thrilled by the sight of Taz's ass squatting over my face, this time with my cum dribbling down from his dripping- wet crack. He spread his own cheeks apart with his hands as he squatted, and as his gorgeous, quivering anus met my open mouth, he farted out my load onto my lips and tongue, blasting my load back at me as if it were some kind of nasty revenge. He mashed his ass onto my face, pressing and squirming, making sure I got every drop of my own juice back. "Ahhh," Taz moaned. "Eat my ass-load, motherfucker! Fuck yeah, bitch! Eat out my nasty fuck-hole!" Then I heard him slurping again; Johnny was standing astride my chest, feeding his cock into his buddy's mouth. I could feel Taz beating off, his fist grinding against my chest as he rode my tongue and sucked Johnny's cock. Johnny started his staccato grunts again and I guessed he was ready to shoot load #2. I assumed he would pop in Taz's mouth, but to my surprise, Taz leaped off of me at the last moment and Johnny dropped down, planting his knees alongside my ears and shoved his exploding cock down my throat. He grabbed the sides of my head as his orgasm shook his whole body. One, two, three, four spasms of sperm erupted into my gullet. Then Johnny shifted his hips back so that his cockhead rested on my tongue, and two or three more squirts oozed out into my mouth. I clamped down and sucked every drop. Taz, standing next to us, was fisting his cock into a blurry frenzy as he watched me eat his boyfriend's semen. "Motherfucker, here it comes," he announced, and as I now expected (obviously these boys had a routine), Johnny jumped up out of the way, and Taz swiftly knelt down and popped his ejaculating cock into my mouth. I gulped down his load of tangy jizz, my fourth in less than fifteen minutes. Taz's thick PA felt heavy on my tongue. As I sucked out the final drops of Taz's cum, Splash! Johnny had decided to hose us down with piss. He liberally sprayed his stream over us. Taz leaned his head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open; Johnny made sure some piss hit his boyfriend's waiting mouth. Taz swallowed with a look of sublime pleasure. Johnny directed a splash towards my face as well, and my tongue popped out to accept the gift. FUCK these boys were hot! Taz stood up next to Johnny and completed the ritual by taking another whiz. His hot piss, spraying wildly around his large-gauge PA, felt great on my skin. I bathed in it, rubbing my hands up and down my torso, cock, balls, and face. Awesome. "Thanks, bitch!" grunted Johnny as we stepped out of the fort. He picked up my water bottle. "Can we have this?" "Take it," I said. "I have another." They grabbed their shorts and strode down to the surf. They dove into the waves. I watched them swim for a while. Yeah, I know, they were more interested in being dominant than friendly, but I didn't mind. They could come back and squat on my face and cock any time they liked.