Bachelor Weekend Special: Part 2
Night had almost passed when we went our separate ways to our respective bedrooms in the beach house, and I collapsed face-first on the bed after removing and discarding that annoying harness. The area under my arms tingled as the pressure was removed, and the relief it provided quickly sent me to sleep.
When I awoke, the sun was beaming through the window. I hadn't opened it so it was like a greenhouse, and sweat was already streaking down my forehead. I flipped over and tried to open the window, but my head kept rolling and finally fell back onto the bed, clutching my forehead as a refreshing sea breeze flooded my room.
It took me a moment to regain consciousness, and soon I heard laughter and splashing from outside.
How are they up already?
Benji's voice rang out, high-pitched with laughter. The sound of someone splashing water quieted briefly before starting up again even louder. Benji let out a playful shout and the two combatants continued their battle.
My head felt submerged in the water they were playing with, and I reached out for my phone on the nightstand. It wasn't there, but I did manage to knock over a glass of water. I yelped and leapt up.
"Damn it!" I hissed as my headache slammed into the inside of my head.
Who put that glass there?
My shorts and t-shirt from last night were on the floor beside the bed, so when I located my phone from the pocket, I carelessly dropped both of them onto the wet surface. Leaning against the edge of the bed for support, I used my foot to push the dirty clothes around like an ineffective mop.
Satisfied, I stepped out the door and into the hallway. Thankfully, the bathroom door was slightly ajar right across the hall. I darted in and made it just in time to throw up in the toilet.
"Ahh..." I sighed, leaning on the bowl. That felt much better, and I took a deep, shaky breath, disregarding the nauseating smell of my sickness.
I surveyed my reflection in the mirror and noticed that I was still wearing the pink speedo from last night. I chuckled drowsily as memories from the night before flashed through my mind. Dancing. Drinking. A hand on my ass... Lips on my cock... Logan.
Caressing my forehead with one hand, I finally tapped my phone's screen with the other, waking it up. It was already 12:35pm and my phone was down to 3% battery life. Before I could pick up any other details, another wave of nausea struck, and I dashed for the toilet to add more stomach contents and partially digested alcohol.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" Amir boomed as I turned the corner into the kitchen.
"Quiet, please," I managed to mutter.
Amir laughed and flipped a pancake from the stove onto a plate he handed me.
"Here's your breakfast," he said with a smirk.
I held up a hand to keep him from pouring syrup on my pancake.
"No thanks, just the pancake, please."
"Oh no, poor Party Boy can't handle his liquor!" Benji's voice rang out, bordering on hysteria.
Benji had just entered from outside, drying his naked body with a towel. Their vibrant blue swim briefs highlighted his ass, drawing my gaze. Benji noticed my sleepless state and struck an exaggerated sexy pose, flashing his blue ass cheeks at me.
"Oops," he said mockingly, "it's hard being a redhead, isn't it?"
"No, not you," I muttered, "I'm talking about Big Bright here."
Allan emerged right behind Benji, dripping wet and more naked than not, wearing only a tight, yellow tank top and short, yellow swim trunks. The colors exuded so much brightness that it hurt my eyes as he walked into the shade. Benji laughed at me while Allan flashed his yellow butt at me.
"God, I can't even look at that color," I muttered under my breath.
"Awe, looks like pinky sometimes likes blue," Benji teased.
"Well, at least it's not my pasty skin that reflects light so much," Allan mocked, stepping to one side and revealing his rear as well.
"Now it's a race to see who's the most pasty," Benji joked.
Amir laughed again, and I could only smile back, even though Allan and Benji were teasing me.
"You definitely enjoyed a good lesson on what's difficult last night, Party Boy," he commented.
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"You couldn't miss us leaving dark room at Peaches," he suggested.
"I was merely looking for you guys," I said hastily.
"Well, you certainly looked like you were up to something mischievous," Benji remarked as he nonchalantly wrapped a towel over his shoulders and reached for a beverage in the refrigerator.
The door of the house opened immediately, and the sounds of panting and shoe removal filled the air. Josh and Craig had returned from their morning run.
"We're back! Hey, man, you're awake!" The boys called out.
"With great difficulty," was all I could muster. "How can you manage that after consuming so much alcohol?"
"A lot of practice, my dear!" Benji chimed in.
"Amen," Josh added. "Talking of which, wouldn't a nice mimosa by the pool be lovely?"
"Absolutely!" They all chorused unison.
Benji, Josh and Craig rushed to the bathroom to shower while I, who was still not entirely sober, ventured to prepare mimosas.
There was a hike ahead of us to reach the remote beach where we were headed, it was called "Boy Beach". There were no exact signs and one had to know where exactly to tread through the ecosphere. Josh and Craig filled me in, "It's popular with the gays due to its seclusion and exclusivity. People used to call it 'Pirate's Cove', the legend being that pirates from the olden days used this hidden paradise to take pleasure in those around them rather than taking loot."
We strolled along the side of the road, the forest area guarding the dunes and the tropical beaches taking shape on the opposite side. "We're going to find the perfect spot for us here," said Josh, sauntering couple of steps back to wink devilishly at me. His comrades giggled at the sly move.
The dunes were a refreshing challenge as we crossed them, the moist sand between the roots of trees creating an environment quite different from the norm. I was greatly enjoying the scenery, while sensing my hangover dissipating.
"Be mindful of your way among the dense groves," Amir joked, from behind me. "They might just take a slice of you."
"Monsters? Is that what you're saying?" I asked, concerned.
"Maybe..." Amir whispered coyly. "But to be fair, it might only be a couple of Grizzlies...if that's your forte."
"Yeah," I said sarcastically, turning it into my own joke. My limited wit in that state only catching the appointment of double meanings Amir was making.
After a few more steps, the forest seemed into a balanced balance between comfort and alarm as the dunes eased into a smooth, unperturbed pleasantness. We crossed this spot in a matter of minutes, greeted by a never-ending stretch of sandy landscape engulfed in vivid blue. The seaside town was present, but it was a distant view covered by a canopy of dunes, obscured by the lush forest.
And then, a wonder: the beach was teeming with people, all lovers of an alternate lifestyle. A sense of community and inclusion engulfed me as I beheld the beauty that presented before me. Feeling a deep sense of relief, and my headache seemed to fade. I looked around whooping men tanning, splashing in the water, and it somehow made the world of sense amidst all the judgement that we faced inside our society.
"Watch your step in here," whispered Amir sensuously, causing my heart to tremble. "It's called the 'Meat Rack'. Be prepared to serve a fresh slice to those hungry men lying beneath."
And surprisingly, I found myself feeling more than just visibility; it was sexiness and acceptance all wrapped up in the serene setting.
Around the same time, the others ran over to check in to the water and sand, brushing the sand off each other and admiring our surroundings, Benji and Josh, completely disregarding the curious gazes of those around. Craig, showcasing his masculinity, effortlessly carrying his beach bag with a flare of his biceps.
As we approached the final settling down area, I found myself wanting to stay in this zone of beauty even longer. Suddenly, everything seemed magical, as if the synergy between the nature and the body had been formed by an artist. I cannot fathom why we've always seemed so open about activities of this nature where utter anonymity is expected -- it might have been all about perception.
Finally, the path seemed to become less restrictive as we crossed the beach, surrounded by a collective of men who were celebrating their zest for life amidst the nature. It was so welcoming that I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief pressing onto my chest.
I tried my best to avoid making eye contact with the crowd of people as I moved around the area, pretending to look for a good spot to set up my belongings. However, it proved difficult as several individuals seemed to be trying to catch my attention.
I couldn’t help but think, What have I gotten myself into?
We eventually found a suitable area near the water and close to the group of people. Josh, as always, was quite extroverted and his friends smiled happily at having found such a great location.
"This is great, right?"
Benji took off his outer clothing, revealing the same bright blue swim briefs he had worn earlier.
Josh removed his shirt and shorts, replaced them with white swim briefs - matching everyone else's - and began applying tanning oil to his skin. The sunglasses he wore glinted in the sunlight as he turned towards me.
"Come on, bud. Relax for a bit," he said.
I was still dressed in a t-shirt and cargo shorts but realized I'd been staring at the others for some time. Amongst them, I noticed groups of guys laying on towels - some in thongs, some in trunks or briefs, and some completely naked. One naked guy was nearby, lying on his stomach with his head propped up by his elbows and his sunglasses making it seem like he was staring at me. I found myself admiring the tan lines that marked where the nude man would usually wear swim briefs. I must’ve been staring too long since Josh called out to me.
"Hey there."
"It's 'Danny-time', right?" Amir teased.
"No." I replied immediately.
"Yes." Josh agreed as well.
I looked at Josh, who was now preoccupied with cleaning his towel of sand.
"Alright, you won," I grumbled. "Yes, it's still 'Danny-time'."
"Brilliant." Josh responded in a simple, matter-of-fact tone. "I hope you've arrived appropriately dressed."
"Well, I couldn't find my swim shorts this morning, so I'm stuck with these skin-tight pink ones you saw fit to bring for me."
"I hid your swim shorts this morning when I went for my rest," he informed me, "so you wouldn't show up in that eyesore."
"Wait, what?!"
"You'll get them back later. But I had to take action. I wasn't going to let you humiliate yourself." He made a show of it.
The others giggled and got on with prepping their spots - spread towels, or apply sunscreen and tanning oil. Allan had set up his spot beside me and took off his shirt, revealing his body.
"Do you want some assistance with the sunscreen?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah, go ahead." I responded as I spread out my towel and set my belongings on top of it. I grabbed his sunscreen and began rubbing it onto his back.
I was surprised at how soft Allan's skin felt as I applied the lotion over his toned torso. Not very used to touching men's bodies, I was unaware of the gentleness in the touch.
"Uh, I just need to work on spreading it out a bit," I mumbled.
"No problem." He replied gently.
I continued rubbing sunscreen onto his back, detecting his breathing becoming faster and deeper. I spread the lotion down his sides, and it suddenly dawned on me that I was rubbing a man's back. I stopped, removed the excess sunscreen from my hands, and then continued rubbing the lotion into his skin.
"Excuse me, just gotta..." I quietly whispered as my fingertips grazed his defined abs and chest. He was quite hairless; even his armpits were shaved. When I glanced at his legs, they were also bare. The only follicles present were his neat curly jet black hair on his head, making me ponder if his preference for grooming extended under his vibrant swimwear.
I felt a sudden stir on my swim shorts when the thought crossed my mind and swiftly removed my hands.
"I believe you're good now," I said, spinning around and rubbing my forearms together to clear the sunblock before applying it myself.
"Thanks," he responded, twisting toward me and grasping the sunblock bottle. "Shall I apply it to you?"
"What? Oh, no, that's fine," I nervously replied.
"You sure? We don't want you to burn."
"I... Well, I suppose not." I reluctantly conceded. Allan situated himself behind me, and a shiver ran down my spine as his icy cold fingers grazed my skin.
"Sorry about the cold," he apologized.
"No need to apologize, just poor circulation, right?"
"Yes," he said as he carefully spread sunblock on my exposed back, his fingers adeptly slithering over each ridge and valley. "Being at the beach is a blessing indeed!"
"Do you- um... do you need to sit for a moment so I can reach my shoulders?"
"Oh sure," I obliged, kneeling on the sand.
"Thanks," he mused with a tender chuckle. "Height issues..."
He skillfully covered my back's lower areas before tenderly caressing the base of my neck, working in the lotion and almost easing the aches I'd gotten from vomiting in the morning. I involuntarily closed my eyes and let out a sigh. As soon as I opened them, he hastily finished his task.
"All done!" He exclaimed prematurely, already rummaging through his backpack. I stood up to thank him but grimaced as I noticed my swimwear.
"Well, it's time to reveal my swimsuit then."
Here we go again.
I slathered the remaining lotion onto the rest of my body and then flopped onto my towel with the others. The sunny afternoon was splendid, and we didn't take long before someone lessened the tension with a joint. The group sat around, listening to music from a speaker, laughing, and teasing away.
"Anyone up for a swim?" I asked an hour later.
"Nah, it's way too chilly for that," Josh declared. "The water temperature is still low."
I giggled, "What are we doing here, then?"
"Look where you're looking," he responded, inhaling deeply from the joint.
"Anyone else?" I questioned the other guys.
"Perhaps later," Craig said, not taking his eyes off the crowd.
"What, didn't you run this morning?" I asked.
"No sweetheart," Amir teased. "He's not running for the cardio, that's for sure!"
Craig smirked, "Well, not from the running, at least!" With that, he rose to his feet, expertly demonstrating a stretch. His strong muscles, stretched around his athletic physique, flexed and relaxed in alternating spots. "I'll see you guys later."
And with that, he swiftly headed down the beach with the crowd's gazes following him. He seemed like a hunter in that moment, and I silently admired his confidence. Craig surely scored some ass within ten minutes, that much was certain.
I chuckled to myself.
"I suppose I'm in the minority then!" I proclaimed as I prepared to take the plunge. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Allan and a few other onlookers gazing at me. I was quite sensitive about my nearly nude state in this tiny swimsuit, despite the admiration.
I stepped a few paces to the water, feeling it wash over my feet. Oh dear, it was so cold! But I had promised myself and wasn't going to back down now. So I bravely waded in a bit before inhaling and diving.
God, it's frigid!
Oh my gosh, it was so cold. My penis shrank, and my nipples turned painfully solid yet I reemerged from the water, determinedly stroking towards the group on the sand. As I neared their circle, I decided to position myself on the left so I wouldn't annoy them.
However, as the gentle incline of the submerged land was exposed, the three of them noticed me more and more. Each one glanced over surreptitiously. One of them exhaled softly.
"Check out this one now," he told the person whose back was still concealed. "Logan, just your type!"
My ears perked up at the mention of the name, and I watched as Logan turned to see me.
"Oh my! Danny!" He waved his massive hand at me and stood from the shallow waters.
I couldn't help but observe his body as it emerged. Although I'd already danced with him in the club, his loose button-down shirt had hidden the true extent of his muscular frame. His arms were tremendously thick, and his chest was solid and covered in dark hair. He wore his red speedo again, and it gleamed under the water's surface as it held his ample package in place.
I couldn't help but stare for a second, then forced my gaze upwards to his warm smile. His beard framed a face that was classically handsome, like James Dean, only with a beard and a little extra weight. Through his tortoiseshell sunglasses, I could see myself heading towards them.
"Hi," I managed to say.
"Hey cutie," one of the other men commented. He was also a bigger man, but appeared shorter than both Logan and me. His position on two pool noodles in the surf made his height unclear. "How are you doing today, darling?"
Logan then asked me as I finally approached, leaning in for a hug but instead offering a peck on each cheek. I felt my skin tingle as his fingers lightly brushed my biceps. My gaze caught on his earring, realising how charming his face was.
"I'm alright," I replied, trying to conceal my embarrassment. "I've been hungover all morning but I'm feeling better now."
"The sun does that to you, sweetie," the third guy explained from behind Logan. This guy was afloat on an inner tube, with a large straw sun hat keeping him shielded from the sun. He had slathered his entire body in sunscreen, except for his flowery printed swimsuit. "It's never let me down!"
"Since when?" questioned one of the others from behind Logan, who alone wore loose-fitting swim trunks. "Babe, the sun can't see you with all that!"
They all laughed, as the sassy twirler continued his performance.
"Oh girl, she loves me!" He beamed, facing the sun. "She's giving me life!"
I giggled along with them, but Logan paid attention to me.
"Come join us." His southern drawl was rich and smooth.
"Okay, why not?" I said. I glanced back at my friends on the beach, still laughing loudly at whatever Benji was saying. "Yes, why not."
"Nice one, girl." The twirler said. "So your name is Danny?"
"Sort of... well... yes, it is."
"You sound hesitant." The guy with the pool noodles remarked. "What's the issue?"
"I mean," I started my explanation. "It's a long story. But yes, my name is Danny."
"Where are you from, Danny?" Cornelius enquired, showing no sign of slowing down.
"Upstate New York."
"What led you here?"
"My brother's bachelor party."
"Ah, a bachelor party!" Logan exclaimed. "Go tell him he's Thirty-nine years young, babe!"
"Just one more day, girl!" He added morosely.
"So what are your names?" I asked, feeling out of my element.
"I'm Cornelius," said the first. "This is my boyfriend Ty." The pool noodles guy waved at me.
"And I'm Gus." The pale one in the hat had a deep, booming voice.
"Great to meet you all," I said.
"Now that the niceties are out of the way," Cornelius proposed, "what's your opinion on something we've been arguing about?"
"Ugh, Cornelius! Shut up!" Gus swatted him with his hands. "Danny doesn't care about my messed up love life."
"No, no," Cornelius insisted, casting off the splashed water from his belly and chest. "Let's find out!"
He faced me squarely.
"Gus has been exchanging messages with this guy for the past two months. They've been on a couple of dates which she feels were successful, but they still haven't crossed any boundaries." Gus shot a nervous glance in our direction. "And now, the guy avoids replying to her texts." Cornelius paused for a second, making a cheeky face, and then asked, "what's our girl supposed to do about it?"
Three pairs of eyes turned their attention to me as I searched for a response. Gus clutched the brim of his hat to conceal his face.
"Uhm..." I cast a look over to where Josh and his mates were sitting, hoping for some advice from my brother. Suddenly, a memory from last night emerged in my mind.
"You can imitate a character," my brother's voice echoed in my head. "You can be anyone you want."
I turned my focus back to my new friends, fully stepping into the water to join them.
"I don't know, though." I attempted to feign confidence. "... how would you rate his attractiveness?"
"He's alright," Ty replied. "Sort of a New York six."
"What? Does that mean something?" I asked.
"Yeah, like a six out of ten according to New York standards," Ty clarified with a suspicious glance.
"Oh... got it." I didn't want to show my ignorance about slang. "So, have you, uh... become intimate?"
My tone was enough to convey the inquiries within his choice of words.
"Well, it hasn't exactly been like that," Gus answered, ensuring I wouldn't judge him.
"Why not?" I queried.
"More like it just hasn't happened yet," Gus continued.
"Pretty unsexy of him, huh?" Came Cornelius's comment.
"To put it mildly, yes," agreed Logan, who had relaxed back into the water nearby.
"So, why haven't you guys gotten it on?" I inquired.
The others exchanged glances.
"Have you reached out to this guy since he's been ignoring your texts?" I questioned.
The trio made sounds and gestures.
"Okay fine, it was just one time!" Gus protested. They surrounded him in attempts to make him fall over. I next turned to Logan, who was now even closer to me.
"S- so," I stammered, peeking over at the group. "Where are you from?"
So that's the best I can come up with?
"Georgia, bless his heart," he replied, his accent thickening. "I mean, I know a good peach when I see one."
He winked at me, making me slightly blush in embarrassment.
"Oh, interesting." I felt a bit more daring, maintaining eye contact. "I'm here for my brother's bachelor party, so we're celebrating."
"Ah, cool." Logan continued. "I'm from Georgia as well. I've been living in Chicago as of late. Just out here for the weekend to celebrate Ty's birthday."
"That's neat." I smiled, increasingly comfortable with his presence. "I'm here for my brother's bachelor party, so we're celebrating."
"I see," he said, his voice honeyed. "You mean you and your buddies's buck wild party."
"Exactly." I laughed. "I've totally lost it from all the drinking." Honestly, I didn't know how gay guys could survive the night. "How about you?"
"I'm gay, honey. I know how to handle my liquor." He smiled at me, and his hand lingered on mine as he said it. This small, light touch generated the butterflies in my tummy. "So, do you ever date boys?"
"Um, no," I admitted. "I'm actually straight." I hesitated and glanced to my left where Josh and his mates were talking to some other guys.
"Really?" He reacted suavely, and his fingers lingered on mine. "Don't worry, sweetie. I won't..." he let the sentence hang for a moment before completing it. I felt my cheeks burning slightly. "You know how to treat a lady too, hmm?"
Using air quotes too enthusiastically, I accidentally sprayed water droplets onto Logan's face.
"Sorry about that," I said quickly and reached to wipe it from his cheek, but he didn't seem to mind. I retracted my hand and a blush appeared on my cheeks. Logan was observing me with a humorous look in his eyes.
"So, why this agreement?"
"It turned out I was overdressed for him and his friends or something like that."
"What does that mean?"
"Me thinking my cargo shorts...?"
"My, oh my," laughed Logan, holding his non-existent pearls. "Risqué attire here."
I giggled. It was comfortable with him.
"Right, but I guess I blew it, huh?"
"Not necessarily," said Logan, gesturing toward his friends. "Those waterpolo beauties over there don't need to know if you don't want them to. Your secret is safe with me, dear."
"Thanks," I smiled back.
"So, what was the deal then?"
"Well...," I tried to picture how this would sound to him. "It's sort of... goofy... I guess..."
"I'm all ears. Let's hear it."
"Alright, so if I join the crowd of gays for the weekend, wear skimpy speedos and participate in their party, he'll make sure I sit with his Call of Duty team and play in a tournament next month. They haven't won anything in a while, and he's amazing at it."
"Ah, I absolutely love Call of Duty!" He exclaimed, leaning in and showing excitement. "I used to play it all the time during college."
That wasn't an answer I was anticipating.
"You do?"
"Ohmygod, YES! Used to play for hours!"
"You play online?"
"Yep."
"What's your handle?"
"Hmmm... let's say you'll have to earn that one from me," he teased, glancing at me with a playful smirk.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what I say, dear."
I chuckled. The way "darlin'" felt was surprising me.
"You think it's something silly like 'LizzyMcGuireLover', right?"
He gasped in mock anger and pushed me, teasing, "It's not! Take that back!"
"I won't."
"Don't you dare!"
"I'm wild," I admitted. "I'll start some rumors."
"You won't!"
"You never know," I said, laughing. "I'm a wild card."
Logan roared in laughter just as a significant splash came from afar, catching our attention. We gazed in the direction to see Cornelius holding the inner tube high over his head as Ty cheered wildly. A soaked Gus stood up from the water, and when the sunscreen washed off and the body puppy hat was knocked off, we realized something.
He had an impressive build: tall and muscular with a pair of tight speedos putting in overtime covering a large bottom above his tree trunk legs. Gus's blond hair a cascade flowed down his chest, and there was a thick, hairy mustache on his top lip. The front of his body and both legs were covered in coarse blond hair, which was now very visible from the seawater.
"Damn it, that's cold!" Gus shouted, shivering in the wind. He was still mirthful and started chasing Cornelius and Ty on the sandbar, grinning and trying to revenge himself.
Cornelius darted to the left, while Gus chased Ty past Logan and me. The splashing water pelted us both, forcing us to leap backwards to dodge them. We tumbled over onto the beach surface.
I emerged from the water, coughing. Logan was near me, laughing uncontrollably as he tried to adjust his hair. His sunglasses hung from his chin, and his hair was soaking. His eyes sparkled intensely beside the sea and sky.
He put away his sunglasses and swiped the water from his eyes. I cleaned myself up as well and stood firm. I glanced at the beach.
Josh and friends had left.
"Certainly!" He exclaimed before pulling me close by the hand once more. "And come to the Mermaid Lounge this evening. There's an underwear party and Ty's going to DJ a set."
"Wha-?"
"Oh yeah, he used to work as a DJ here for several summers years ago," Logan elaborated hurriedly. "So when he decided we'd come out for his birthday, he contacted the owner and he's going to DJ until midnight to celebrate his-" he hushed his voice, "fortieth birthday."
"Wow!" I exclaimed, amused and very impressed. "I guess I have to come then!"
"Yes!"
"I'll have to see about how the night goes, though," I said hesitantly. "I'm not driving the boat."
"Oh, of course." He was so smooth. "But, if you and the groom happen to find yourselves there, you'll likely find us near the DJ booth."
He planted a double kiss on my cheeks and said goodbye. I waved at the others and they all waved back, each looking exhausted from playing in the water. Then, I dove back in and swam my way towards the shore.
As I emerged from the sea, the swim had become quite the workout and I felt a little buff as I walked out of the water. I could see a few eyes following me as I strode past, still in my pink speedo. I ran my hands over my wet hair to wipe away the excess water, and for some reason, I flexed.
It was only a small movement, but it was enough to catch the attention of at least one guy who lowered his sunglasses to get a better look. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the way he stared. I'd never been so objectified before this weekend, and in this particular moment, it felt kind of good.
I made it to where the group had been posted up, only to find my own bag packed up and left in the sand. My phone was at the top when I opened it, with a text from Josh that read, "Had to go back to the house. We got invited to a tea party at 3 and went to change. When you're done flirting, change and join us. If we leave before you get back, I'll text you the address."
Everything was neatly packed, so I just slung the bag over my shoulder and left it. I didn't bother to put on any other clothes. Towards the edge of the beach, a naked twink smiled at me and tapped his bare backside. My gaze lingered for a moment before I moved past him, smirking to myself once he couldn't see my face.
I trekked through the forest covering the dunes at a leisurely pace, more out of confusion than anything. I came across a fork in the path that I hadn't noticed on our way to the beach.
Oh no, I thought. Lost.
I stopped and looked around, trying not to laugh at the thought of bears in this area. But then I remembered the words of my friend Amir. No bears in here today. I continued forward, thinking if I just got past the dunes, I'd be able to spot the road. A path to my left looked like it cut through a small valley where two dunes crossed each other. I took a few steps down the sloping way.
"Mmmm..."
The soft humming sound drifted past me like a whispered sigh. I stopped in my tracks.
"Mmmmm..." It was repeated. "Mhmmm."
I took another step further down the path and began to hear faint slurping noises.
"Aw fuck yeah," a man's voice murmured through the trees.
A few steps farther and I saw them pressed up against the far side of a large, gnarled tree trunk. A man was leaning against the tree, facing away from me, his hips thrusting forward and back with his bright yellow speedo pulled down just below his ass cheeks, which shone a deep bronze in the dappled sunlight. The spandex fabric was bunched beneath the two cheeks and they jiggled and wiggled lasciviously as the man ground his hips against the throat of the one giving him oral pleasure.
I couldn't see the guy's face as he did his work, but there was something about his body and the glinting gold chain around his chest that seemed familiar. He was visible through the standing guy's spread legs.
I was rooted to the spot, almost ashamed for them. What a weird scenario for someone to just stumble upon. But as I watched, they seemed completely unbothered by the fact that they were only ten to fifteen feet off the trail.
"Gllg... gllg... gllg..." The guy giving the blowjob was fully into it. I could see the standing guy reach forward and, presumably, grab the sides of his head.
"Yeah. Take that fucking cock." He mumbled so tenderly. Loving, even. "Open up. That's it."
In the lush surroundings, the sound of intense oral pleasure could be heard, growing louder and more intense. My ears were filled with the glucking, a sensation that transported me back to the night before at the club. A mysterious guy had been servicing my cock in a dark room, his warm lips and luscious tongue caressing my member, giving me the most divine suction, making me explode as he swallowed my load.
I'd been peering through the woods for over a minute, hiding from sight while also keeping a clear view of the two men. The problem? My sizable erection was keenly felt in my tight speedo. As I'd left my shorts behind at the beach, I felt exposed. Yet, I didn't want to draw attention to my presence.
The crimson blood flowed fiercely into my dick, making it throb inside the tight fabric of my speedo. The man receiving a blowjob had withdrawn his own cock from his shorts, massaging it frantically. He gripped his partner's ass, pulling him closer as he swallowed his rod. I watched with great interest, my Swimsuit-confined erection straining uncomfortably against a part of the pouch.
I glanced worriedly around, concerned about being discovered.
With nobody in sight, I carefully let go of my hard-on so it could slip out of the tiny pouch. My breaths came in rapid short puffs as I fingered the underside of my cock. My glistening eyes fixed on the two men.
Suddenly, the man on the ground stood up abruptly.
"Fuck!" he panted. His hands remained clutched on the man's shoulders. The standing guy pulled him back to a standing position and kissed him passionately. He then pushed him against the tree, ripping off his bathing suit.
Shock overwhelmed me when I recognized the golden man from the night before - the man who'd helped me up from my fall at the club. His lips stretched over his teeth as he feasted on his partner's ass, wrapping his hands around his lover's cheeks. Running his face up and down the sides of his crack, I could see him fill his mouth with his lover's cheeks.
My erection once again took hold of me. I could feel it trying to sneak out of my speedo. Squatting unnoticed in the sand, I rubbed my glans until it protruded horizontally. My fingers slipped further down, fondling my sensitive banana. No one was around to see these two men satisfy their needs, or me as I watched and masturbated.
Guy one kissed the tree trunk as his ass was rimmed by his lover.
"Uhhh," he moaned louder than before, shoving his hips toward the cock that had just been around his cock.
I felt myself whimper as my hand continued its steady rhythm. The thought of these men having a private fling made my guts ache.
The top man stepped up and lined his cock up with the hole of his lover, quickly pushing forward.
"Urrrngh!" the receiver cried out as the man beneath him thrust through his ass.
I gasped, feeling the unfamiliar yet alluring sensation in my chest. Observing this passionate connection, I unconsciously put a hand on my left nipple. The sensation drove me wild, making my mouth water and my balls heavy. Simple observation had me crossing gender boundaries in my mind.
I lowered myself to the ground, on my knees. My speedo rubbed against my crotch, cradling my hard-on. My breath came in gulps as I continued to stroke myself.
The man right behind the tree made a loud spitting sound before bending the man backward. Their cocks now visible, the man behind him was about to fuck him properly.
"I'm gonna fuck you, honey. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll see stars," he husked. The man's lips pursed, his green eyes twinkled in want, accepting the bold claim.
"I promise?"
"Damn right." The man pulled the guy towards him roughly.
The receiver seemed to be enjoying the intrusion into his ass. He cried out thickly. I let out a small moan involuntarily. In this secluded glade surrounded by the trees, medium length and with a slight bend, only these men and myself made up the new world we shared. The voyeurs and their secret watcher. Watching these two men connect, I found myself being bewitched by the power of raw sex. Feeling a burning desire, I began to increase my pace, my fingers weaving around my shaft, the feeling of the milk-filled canister against my right leg. I caressed my nipple once more, feeling instant pleasure.
Quickly, the standing man formed a fist and slid it up and down his lover's chest as he penetrated him. The receiving guy braced himself against the tree, thrusting his ass out to take it deeper. The sight had me keening loudly. I realized then that I never had any intentions of pursuing men before, but at that moment, this soft porn in its glory had made it all worth it.
"Uh-uh-uh," the guy being fucked raised his voice. I could see the tendons of his muscles straining as he pushed himself against the tree, his only support during the assault on his ass - his pussy. His own dick hung there, unnoticed, in the air and bobbing energetically to the beat of the man's pelvis behind him. I could see strings of pre-cum dripping from the end of it. They shone and sparkled in the sunlight filtering through them as they fell.
"Fuck me harder," he pleaded. "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder..."
His partner happily obliged, and their words morphed into screams as the sound of hips on ass cheeks bounced off the trees around us. I could feel a hot pressure building up in my ballsack. My eyelids started to flutter as the force began to shatter my composure.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm almost there, babe."
"Cum in me!"
My eyes flew wide open. I wished more than anything to see what was about to happen. The pressure continued to build and I tightened my internal muscles to prevent the overflow.
"Yes! Yes!" The bottom's cries grew louder and more impatient. "Ohhhh! Fffffuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
The man behind him spurted semen in every direction as his orgasm hit him without ever touching his cock.
"Aaoooohh fuck YEAH!" The guy banging him took three long, hard strokes, like a long jumper in his last strides, and thrust his cock inside his lover. His loud grunting cry reverberated through the trees and his body arched forward, plunging his cum deep into his partner's ass. His muscles contracted and relaxed chaotically, sending waves of ecstasy through both of them.
I bit my lip hard so I wouldn't make a sound as a deluge of semen flew out of me and landed on the sand in front of me. My eyes rolled back and my mouth hung open as I experienced my orgasm with great rolling jolts.
I heard a playful snicker and when I opened my eyes again, the top was kissing and nibbling the bottom's neck while slowly pulling his used cock out. My breathing was heavy and as it returned to normal, I realized the men had left without noticing me. I nervously made my way to a fallen log, laying my back against it with my view obscured from behind. Near my elbow was a puddle of my own semen, its sticky texture refusing to seep into the sand.
"You're a hell of a fucker," one of the guys said. The deep, gravelly voice sounded like it belonged to the top.
"You're a hell of a top," the bottom replied.
"I'm glad I came to the beach today."
"Feel free to drop by any time. Your big cock is definitely welcome." More laughter and a lustful growl.
"Yeah, gotta go," the top said.
"See ya, buddy."
The sounds of bathing suits being replaced were soon followed by the crunching of sand as they left through the trees. I panicked for a moment, sure they'd see me when they emerged from the bushes.
But they both simply moved toward the dunes and the ocean. Luckily, they headed down separate paths, out of my line of sight. I waited for a moment, making sure they were truly gone before quietly standing up. There was a blot of cum on my hand and I randomly smeared it on my leg.
What the hell was that?!
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