Straight Boy at the Beach House

(Part II to "Straight Boy at a Wedding")

So... if you're here, you're probably wondering what went down after the wedding. I'm truly sorry to disappoint, but... it's not much.

I guess my porn viewing did become a little more risqué after that night. BDSM -- that sort of stuff. And I may or may not have purchased one of those cheap, silicone "prostate massager" things on Amazon.

Those fascinations were short-lived.

The prostate massager was... eh.

I guess I never really got the hang of it.

The headline? That night was a blip. A glitch in the Matrix. Pick your favorite cliché.

I was back to living my boring, lowkey life in short order. I went home. Went back to work.

And, eventually... I met my fiancée. Naina.

We met right before the world shut down for COVID, and spent the next year catching up on prestige TV while she studied for her nursing exams.

It was a little weird with her family at first. Them being super religious. And Indian. Two things I notably am not. But we got through it.

***

And then, before we knew it... boom. The world was re-opening.

My childhood friend, Kaitlin, seized the opportunity, resurrecting an old tradition: Fourth of July at her parents' beach house.

I was in. So were my best friend Josh and his wife. And Kaitlin's new boyfriend.

Naina couldn't join us, unfortunately. Apparently, her reward for acing her nursing exams was the night shift at the local ER.

On the morning of the Fourth, Naina sent me off with a particularly enthusiastic blowjob. (She may have felt some type of way about the fact that I'd be spending the entire weekend with Kaitlin in out swimsuits.)

She also shoved sunscreen and a whole jar of coconut oil into my suitcase. According to her, my lips get "super dry" when I'm in the sun for too long. I rolled my eyes.

The traffic wasn't too bad (thanks, COVID). Upon my arrival at the beach, I gave each member of the gang a personalized greeting. A fist-pound for Josh. A handshake for Kaitlin's boyfriend.

I was mid-hug with Kaitlin when I heard a raspy voice call out from behind me:

"Mr. Nick."

I did an about-face. Dark stubble. Compact body. Sleeveless shirt. Black swim trunks.

Alex.

This was the first time I'd seen him in a couple years. He was pretty much exactly how I remembered him -- save for a few gray hairs beginning to sprout in his beard.

At first, the sight of him short-circuited something in me.

But, honestly, for as awkward as things could have been between us -- they sort of... weren't.

The crew played a few games of flag football on the beach. Alex was mostly cool. Dare I say, normal?

Don't get me wrong -- he's always a bit of a dickhead. When I was sidelined with a mean calf cramp after game #2, he couldn't resist poking fun, calling me "no spring chicken."

After game #3, my calf was in hell. I limped over to the men's room by the snack bar. Washed as much sand as I could off of my glistening cheeks and triceps. I noticed both were starting to become quite red already.

"Naina's worst fear..." I chuckled to myself.

I applied some sunscreen. Then, I took a dab of coconut oil and gently rubbed it on my lower lip.

"You're gonna need a lot of that."

I turned around, startled.

Alex turned the corner into the bathroom. Took off his sunglasses.

Apparently, he'd ditched his shirt somewhere between the beach and the bathroom. Salt and pepper stubble everywhere.

"Think my body might be falling apart here," I chuckled.

"Doesn't seem like it."

I cleared my throat and rinsed the oil off my hands, searching for something innocuous to say. "So... what're you up to these days?"

"Finally got my physical therapy license."

"Wow. Finally getting your life together?" I smirked.

"Ripe age of 40..." he handed me a paper towel.

"Well, anyway. That's great, man."

I bolted for the door.

"We'll have to see what we can do about that calf," he called after me.

***

In the evening, the crew retreated to the beach house.

Within 5 minutes of walking through the door, Kaitlin handed me the biggest margarita I've ever seen in my life. Then, she handed me three more.

As the clock struck midnight, we were on our third game of Scrabble. Kaitlin offered me a joint. I partook -- despite being a lightweight.

Even with the marijuana handicap, I made a pretty good showing in the game -- prompting Alex to ask if I was "all brains and no brawn" now that I was pushing 30. Hilarious....

At about 2 a. m., Josh and his wife decided to hit the hay. Kaitlin and her boyfriend followed close behind. That's when Kaitlin gave me the good news about where I'd be spending the night: her childhood bedroom. With the creaky bed. And her legion of genuinely eerie stuffed animals.

Lovely.

I stumbled up the wooden stairs.

The bed and stuffed animals were - unfortunately - just as I remembered them. Thankfully, I at least had a full bathroom to myself.

I took a hot, soapy shower and thoroughly de-sanded my legs and torso. In the process, I realized that pretty much my entire body was more sore than it's ever been.

From fucking flag football. I guess this is 29...

I wrapped a towel around my waist and limped to bed in a haze. As expected, the mattress greeted me with a loud creak.

As I was settling in, I noticed a missed FaceTime call from Naina. So I called her back.

After a few seconds, she picked up: "Hey babe. How was the beach?"

"Other than the fact that they've got me sleeping in Kaitlin's room?..."

Naina raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get excited." I smirked. "Kaitlin's downstairs. With. Her. Boyfriend."

*CLANK.*

Out of nowhere, the bedroom door swung open dramatically.

Alex walked in. Carrying a toothbrush... and a towel.

"What the heck was that!?" Naina asked, wide-eyed.

"Ugh. Kaitlin's brother."

Alex looked at me in the bed. For a split second, his dark eyes lingered on my white towel.

"What's going on, bro?" I asked him, visibly perturbed.

"Joshie and the Pussycats are hogging all the other bathrooms. I'm just gonna brush my teeth. In my house. If that's ok with you, Sir Nicholas..."

Naina chuckled.

"Well be a little quicker than you were in Scrabble." I tossed my sunglasses onto the nightstand and laid back. "And it's your parents' house."

"Don't be mean," Naina scolded.

Alex silently saluted me. Then, he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

For the next few minutes, Naina did most of the talking, providing unsolicited updates about everything from her coworkers' love lives to the new season of "Succession."

As she was advising me (for the second time) that I "should definitely get my calf looked at" when I got back from the beach, I received a text notification.

From Alex.

Against my better judgment, I opened it.

A photo. Kaitlin's raspberry-scented body wash. Accompanied by a caption:

"So this is why you smell like a slushee..."

I texted back: "Dude. Are u taking a fucking shower? I'm trying to get some actual sleep tn."

"I hope you used xxtra water pressure on ur little calf :,( "

"What's wrong, babe?" Naina asked. I must have been visibly annoyed.

"Nothing... connection just really sucks here."

Another text from Alex: "The water pressure also feels good in other places, babe ;) "

Naina seemed to know that my attention was elsewhere. "Uhhh, is that guy still brushing his teeth?"

"Nah, he dipped a couple minutes ago," I lied. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that, 15 minutes later, this douchebag was still hogging my bathroom, taking his sweet time.

At that moment, Alex quietly cracked open the bathroom door. He was fully clothed (thankfully). And he was holding Naina's coconut oil.

He put his finger to his lips: "Shh." Then, he approached the edge of my bed.

Instinctually, I turned off my phone's camera.

"You still there, baby?" Naina asked.

As he got closer, Alex rubbed the coconut oil in his calloused palms.

"Yea, sorry -- the connection's so shitty now... the video feed keeps freezing up."

Alex took my left foot in his hand. I slipped away for a split second. Then, he grabbed it again.

I watched in horror as....

He began to massage it. Then, he massaged my right foot. And then my ankles.

And it felt... fantastic.

God damn it.

"Is... someone there?" Naina asked.

"Yep. Kaitlin's here." I said, sarcastically.

"Ha. Ha." Naina responded. I could hear her rolling her eyes.

I tried to kick Alex away again, causing the towel around my waist to shift. Although he maintained an almost sociopathically "straight" face, I noticed that his cheeks became a bit flushed at the sight.

He gently rolled me onto my stomach and proceeded to give some truly special, oily attention to my throbbing left calf.

I buried my head in the pillow.

Naina broke yet another awkward silence: "Anyway... I should probably get back to work." She sighed. "Miss you."

Slowly but surely, Alex's palms crept up my legs, kneading the tension out of each and every muscle.

Finally, his fingers slipped up under my towel -- and my glutes were treated to the deep-tissue experience of my lifetime.

I picked my head up from the pillow to answer Naina, trying my best to hide the fact that I was in massage heaven.

This.

Isn't.

Ok.

"I.... miss you, too. Sorry, I'm a little buzzed... Spicy margs..."

"Hmm... you're always a LOT of fun when you've had a couple of those..." I could somehow hear the fact that she was biting her lip. "I really miss you now..."

Alex let out a tiny chuckle.

His thumb drifted along my glutes -- like a doctor hunting for symptoms -- before settling right at the edge of something I didn't want to name.

"Oh, ff--"

That was all I could muster. I grabbed Alex's wrist and looked back over my shoulder at him. Even though he had just been chuckling two seconds prior, his expression was darkly serious.

"You still there?" Naina sounded concerned.

I opened my mouth to respond, and Alex bent his thumb into a hook. Gently "anchoring" me against the mattress.

"Yeah, uh-- Mmph -- sorry, the connection... it, uh, went out."

"Huh?"

Shameful silence.

"... Anyway, I'm late getting back to work. But I miss you. And your cock."

Alex's well-oiled thumb, now knuckle-deep, began to swirl in a gentle, circular motion.

I could feel myself relaxing... loosening beneath his touch.

In between hot breaths, I responded to Naina: "m-miss you too."

Alex picked up my phone and tossed it across the room, next to Kaitlin's stuffed animals.

"This is.... TOO messed up..." I whispered, shakily.

Alex leaned forward, his chin pressing against my earlobe. "What's that... Babe?"

With that, my whole body felt tingly and warm.

He slowly removed his thumb from me, and proceeded to taste some of the coconut oil.

He bit his lip. Then, he plunged his thumb back inside me.

A little bit deeper now.

"Mmff--" I bit my lip. Beads of sweat beginning to form on my forehead.

Almost involuntarily, I began to subtly shift my weight around.

And, in fits and starts, I began to notice this brief... "jolt"-like feeling.

The precipice of some kind of pleasure... but not like I was used to.

"There you go, baby." Alex encouraged me. "Do what feels good."

The tone of Alex's voice coaxed me to let out a big breath, arching my back without thinking.

Giving Alex exactly the view he wanted.

The unfamiliar feeling kept eluding me. Nervous... and a little frustrated... I rocked my hips gently.

"Get what you need..." Alex encouraged me.

Suddenly, I felt a mildly pleasant contraction of sorts radiate through my lower region...

Followed by a few tiny drips of warm, watery precum onto Kaitlin's bedsheets.

"There you go," Alex growled, biting his lower lip.

"Was that... did I just...?*" I asked, breathlessly.

Alex scoffed. Then, he roughly folded my muscular frame into something resembling the classic, "ass-up" doggystyle position -- and YANKED the towel straight off my body.

Revealing my bare, oily ass.

And my swollen cock.

I felt a summer breeze blowing in from the window.

*SMACK!*

The fucker spanked me.

And then... he spread my cheeks as far apart as he could. And proceeded to savor my tiny, freshly-showered asshole.

Like he had been waiting to do this for YEARS.

I guess he had been.

In between licks, he growled: "Still the sweetest I've tasted..." He pressed his tongue as far inside me as it could reach.

I was on fire. Still frustrated, I reached down and attempted to touch myself -- but I was denied by Alex's strong grip on my wrist.

"No. Hand me the coconut oil."

I complied.

"Good boy." He rubbed some of it onto his middle and ring fingers.

Two of them??

I wasn't sure if I was ready for that.

But when Alex pressed his fingers up against my oiled asshole... they slipped right in.

"Agh!" I yelped, as I felt myself stretching. Willingly. At least up to the first knuckle.

"That's right, boy. We need you warmed up."

"F-for...? Agh, god!"

Two of his knuckles in me.

"Shh, baby. I feel you opening for me already." He pinched my left nipple as I squirmed. "You're doing so good."

Completely involuntarily, I suctioned the last couple of inches inside.

"Mmph" I exhaled, undoubtedly sweaty and red-faced.

"Now, I'm gonna give you what you need. Ready, Babe?"

"W-what?..."

"... c'mon. You know how to address me by now, don't you?"

"S-sir?" I corrected myself.

Alex pressed his fingers against the front inner lining of my hole.

I immediately felt a warm, gushy twinge in my balls and lower abdomen.

"Oh -- oh, SHIT, Alex..." The tone of my voice had become downright sultry. I grabbed the bed sheets and tried to look over my shoulder at him.

Alex lovingly kissed my left ass cheek. "That's right, boy. You're getting drained the RIGHT way ... for once."

The enigmatic feeling was still eluding me. But I could tell that Alex was honing in on it.

He located a specific spot, only about an inch or two inside of me.

And then, he applied the pressure.

*Squeeze. Flick. Squeeze. Flick.*

Oh, god...

"Whose hole is this?" He ran his teeth along my left ass cheek.

I didn't say anything. What the FUCK was I doing here?

"We both know how this goes," Alex taunted, and put even more pressure on the spot -- taking my frontal lobe completely out of commission for a few seconds.

My toes curled against the bed sheets.

"This version of you?" he intoned. "It's mine. Doesn't mean you can't be a big, strong, confident man out there..."

He kept up the pace with his fingers, as I blinked stupidly. My mouth was dry. I felt myself going blank.

Suddenly, I felt the enigmatic sensation intensifying.

First in my knees. They trembled underneath him.

Then, I felt like I needed to pee. A sharp twinge -- and somehow, humiliating.

Startled by all of these unfamiliar feelings, I started to slowly crawl away from him... but I didn't get very far. I ended up with just my arms off the bed -- palms face-down on the floor. Ass still up on the bed. Facing straight up at Alex.

Exactly where he wanted me.

"If you won't admit it, I'll just have to show you. Again." Alex grabbed me by the back of the neck, firmly holding me in this undignified position.

And with his other hand, he began to HAMMER away.

The "pee" sensation intensified further.

Primal. Wrong.

"Oh, god, Alex, I feel like I need to -- I'm really gonna--"

"Shh..."

I reached back and gripped his veiny forearm as he continued to hold me in place. "Please... Alex..."

"I feel you swelling for daddy..."

This isn't real. I'm not really doing this.

The pee sensation gave way to a radiating warmth in my loins that was vaguely familiar yet somehow alien at the same time. Alex was scratching an itch I didn't even know I had. I'm not really letting him?---

"It feels... so... FF..." I had to push the words out at this point. "--GOOD."

I squirmed and grunted, less comprehensible with each flick of Alex's fingers.

"I know, baby." Alex reassured. "I know."

"Mmph...."

"You needed this, huh?"

"Y--yea!?" I moaned, still not sure if this was something I was allowed to "need."

"Well. What do you say?"

"S-SIR?!--"

Alex grabbed my throat roughly in his left hand and squeezed hard.

"Now. Look at your pretty cock, boy. I want you to see."

With his right hand, Alex began to make tiny, circular motions, while applying what felt like a metric TON of pressure -- exactly where I wanted it.

I felt several hot, tingly waves radiate out from my core to my fingers and toes, before traveling back inward.

I couldn't speak. With Alex's grip around my throat, I couldn't even breathe. All I could do was passively observe as my cock proceeded to go semi-soft -- before thickening once again, as a single dew drop began to form at the tip.

And then...

A white-hot contraction. Fluttering. Tingling.

In my ears, neck, abdomen. Even my toes.

And along with it -- a warm, watery SPURT exploded out of me and onto the floor. Right in front of my hands.

"GUHH..." I let out a guttural, unsexy moan.

A second contraction.

SPLAT.

A third.

One after another. Most accompanied by spurts of hot, white liquid.

Alex tightened his grip around my throat. "So pent up..."

Four contractions.

"That's it. Let it all go."

I whimpered, pathetically, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. Or what was happening to my own body.

Five.

My right palm slipped, and I almost fell forward.

Alex, thankfully, continued to hold me in place through the tremors.

"Look at that pretty face getting all red. Now. Whose hole is this?"

Six.

... was I about to black out?

"Y-yrrrs." I attempted to speak.

Another dew drop of liquid was forming at the tip of my cockhead. My body had gone completely rogue.

I waited, hungrily, for what was about to happen next.

...

Suddenly, Alex stopped.

I was stunned by the sudden break in the action.

Slowly and carefully, he removed his fingers from my twitching hole. Then, he walked to the other side of the room and took a seat beside Kaitlin's stuffed animals.

He quietly beckoned me to come join him.

"Kneel."

Without thinking, I did as I was told -- kneeling right between his hairy, tanned legs.

Kaitlin's full-length mirror was right behind me. That must have been an interesting view.

Slowly, he removed his pants.

It was a specimen. Like I remembered.

Up close, I could tell it was every bit as thick as mine. Probably a little longer. And with a mean, downward curve.

"You liked that, didn't you, boy?"

I nodded silently. A little bit shamefully.

"You want daddy to make you feel like that again?"

I bit my lip. I did. More than anything.

"Tell me."

"Yes..." I mumbled, bashfully.

He handed me Naina's container of coconut oil.

"Then tell me what you're going to do to earn it."

I lightly touched the base of his shaft. It felt like a can of Red Bull.

"This." I squeezed, gently.

At this point... I just couldn't seem to stop myself.

Alex bit his lip. I don't think he expected me to be so forward.

The next 15 minutes were a bit of a blur. I had no idea what I was doing. And I was, frankly, afraid.

I remember starting with just Alex's bulbous head in my right palm. I noticed that it was maybe one shade darker than mine. I also noticed that it was leaking precum. Already.

"Spit on it." Alex lounged back nonchalantly, resting his head in his hands, armpits and biceps on full display.

I complied -- though my mouth was still pretty dry.

Alex -- perhaps sensing my uncertainty -- grabbed his manhood by the base and lightly smacked it against my oily face.

Taking his shaft back in my hands -- both hands -- I (finally) found something resembling a groove. Pumping and twisting. Slow. But steady.

Surely whatever I was doing wasn't perfect. Maybe not even good. But it seemed to be working well enough for Alex, who was growling to himself under his breath.

I deliberately caressed and massaged from the bottom of Alex's balls, all the way up his curved shaft.

When I arrived at the tippy-top, the accumulated precum dribbled down the side of my hand.

Just then, my phone lit up on the cushion next to us. It was Naina: "You sounded weird earlier."

"Mmm... you can taste it if you want..." Alex coaxed. "Babe."

I -- very lightly -- dabbed my tongue against the side of my hand.

Alex liked that, apparently. "I think you're becoming a slut, Nick..." he whispered.

Taking notes from Alex, I gently nibbled his thigh. Just inches from his low-hanging balls, which were resting peacefully on the bench cushion.

My eyes widened at the sight of them. How did they look so... heavy?

"Do it." Alex beckoned.

I took a deep breath. Then, I lightly tickled the underside of his scrotum with my tongue. Interesting texture...

Alex shifted back and forth in his seat.

I tried to use his reactions as a guide. If he growled, moaned, or bit his lip, I made a mental note: "Do more of that."

By minute 10 -- as I continued to slowly and sensually work his cock with my hands -- he was doing all three of those things. Continuously.

At one point, I took both of my hands and gently spread my asscheeks -- revealing my tiny, pink asshole. Alex's eyes darted in the direction of the mirror behind me. His cock visibly twitched. "What a view."

That turned me on. I squeezed Alex's veiny, rock-hard shaft with both hands.

Up. Twist.

His breathing became heavy. I'd heard him make these sounds only once before...

Down. Twist.

His abs and chest tensed up. I caressed them with my left hand, appreciating the contours. Then, I continued stroking. With purpose.

I didn't let up -- gliding up and down Alex's ridiculously rigid shaft while making sure to give extra special attention to his eager, leaking cockhead.

Up. Twist.

Down. Twist.

And then... I finally did it.

Slurp.

Slurp.

I suctioned half an inch of his head into my mouth.

Alex broke his silence, uttering something in between a moan and a growl.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if I liked it. But I liked Alex's reaction.

Without letting up, I took his scrotum in my left palm, genuinely appreciating the weight of it.

"So full..." I finally broke my silence.

Up. Twist.

"Are you..." I feigned confidence. "Are you going to make a mess?"

"Fuck, baby..."

Down. Twist.

Alex was maintaining his composure so far. But his face was flushed. "Y-you're gonna make me cum, boy."

Up. Twist.

"Please do," I said. "Sir."

"Mmmn." He growled.

I went in for another quick taste of him.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Alex's eyes fluttered. "God damn... those fucking lips..."

"These?" I pouted and pressed my oily, pink lips against the burning underside of Alex's member. Then, I moved in a circular motion, applying steady stimulation with both my lips and tongue. I didn't break eye contact -- even as Alex shifted and squirmed.

"OH, FUCK!--"

I felt a warm gush of liquid on my left cheek as a single spurt of cum escaped Alex's diamond-hard cock and ricocheted off my face.

With it, a shocked gasp escaped my throat.

I remained still as Alex's inflated manhood released two, three -- EIGHT more spurts of thick cum. All over my face.

Alex threw his head back, cursing and moaning.

I felt his ass lift up off the seat a little. I pushed him back down, holding him in place through his entire orgasm. Feeling the tremors pulse through him as he twitched and contracted in the palm of my hands.

And long after the contractions faded out completely, I continued to massage and caress the underside of his head.

His eyes rolled and he dug his nails into my shoulders.

He pounded his fist into the seat next to him. "Shit -- fuck!"

He must have been unbearably sensitive after all that.

I'd never seen Alex squirm in my life.

Until now.

For a while, I stayed kneeling between his legs, slicked hands resting on his thighs. Breathing hard.

My chest was tight. My mouth tasted like coconut oil.

I told myself it didn't mean anything. Not really. I had a job. A life. A fiancée.

I was straight.

But the way Alex looked at me... like I was his property...

I wanted him to want me.

I wanted to make him proud.

I wanted to be good.