“You need get off the beach,” I warned the hot stud, waking him from his deep slumber upon the beach hammock as dark, ominous clouds approached the shore. He had a mild sunburn, his muscular, hairy body gilded in a rosy hue. He stared up at me in confusion with those puppy dog eyes, a sexy stache resting upon his parted lips. “There’s a bad thunderstorm headed this way,” I continued. “You need to seek shelter.”
“My—uh—my hotel is way up the beach,” he gestured towards the north. “I took a long walk along the shore after lunch, and then I must have fallen asleep in this hammock.”
“There’s not time for you to get back to your hotel,” I advised him. “Why don’t you come with me? My condo is right across the street from here. I’m Dale,” I extended my hand, pulling him off the hammock.
“I’m Benton,” he replied, the storm clouds rapidly obscuring the sky, a sudden wind battering our bodies. Large drops of rain started to splat against the sand.
Five minutes later, the deluge began. Benton was safe in my apartment, still attired in nothing but his swim trunks, watching the storm through the glass doors to my ocean-view balcony. A crack of lightning split the sky, striking not far from the hammock that he had just occupied.
“I’m glad you’re not out there,” I stated, thunder booming above us, rattling the windows. “You could have been electrocuted—you could have died.”
“Maybe I should have died,” Benton lowered his head, a tear running down his face.
“Don’t say that,” I gasped. “What’s—what’s going on with you?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t really want to die,” he wiped at his face with embarrassment. “It’s just been a shitty few days.”
“Hey—it’s okay,” I offered soothingly, grabbing him by the hands, taking him to my couch. “You wanna talk about it?”
“You—you don’t want to hear my problems,” he shook his head, sitting next to me.
“No—I do,” I insisted, stroking his back. “This storm is gonna have you stuck here with me for a while. You might as well tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I wasn’t supposed to be here alone,” Benton wiped at a tear. “I booked this beach vacation for my girlfriend Ellie and me. I was gonna propose to her—I had the ring and everything. But then two days before we were to travel here, I came home early and caught her fucking a dude from her work.”
“Oh my god,” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. That’s the worst. But maybe there’s a silver lining to it—maybe it was the universe intervening? Imagine if you’d had married her and then she cheated on you?”
“That’s what my buddies all said, too,” Benton swiped at another tear. “They encouraged me to come here without her. They said I just needed to smash a lot of pussy and that I’ll soon forget the bitch.”
“It’s not bad advice,” I agreed.
“Yeah, but it hasn’t worked out that way,” he started to sob. “I can’t even bring myself to approach the girls I see on the beach or in the bars. I just walk the shore all day and night, thinking that I’m gonna live the rest of my life alone.”
Benton broke down at that point, sobbing hard. Instinctively, I reached for him, pulling him into a hug as he cried on my shoulder, his hairy chest heaving in waves of grief. I rubbed his back, whispering softly in his ear that I was there for him and everything was going to be alright.
“Nobody’s ever been this nice to me,” Benton wiped at his tears, pulling away as he stared into my eyes, our faces inches apart. And then it happened. Wrapping one of his muscular arms around my back, he pulled me into him. Our lips met, his stache tickling me. Our tongues danced. The earth shifted.
“What the fuck was that?” I gasped as our lips parted, still in shock that this hot-as-fuck straight boy had kissed me out of the blue, rocking my world.
“I’m—I’m so sorry,” Benton apologized frantically as he started to stand up. “I shouldn’t have—”
“No—stop,” I pulled him back down on the couch with me. “Don’t apologize. What you did was hot as fuck. You’re an amazing kisser.”
“Yeah?” he smiled bashfully.
“Yeah,” I affirmed. “But I don’t understand. I thought you were straight. You were just crying over your ex-girlfriend. I guess I’m just—I guess I’m confused.”
“I’m the one who’s confused,” Benton sighed. “I’ve never told anybody this, but I’ve known for a long time that I’m attracted to guys. It scares the shit outta me, so I always just ignore it. But then you were so nice to me just now, and I think you’re cute as fuck, and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to kiss you.”
“I’m glad you did,” I smiled, my hand on his hairy thigh. “I think you needed that kiss to confirm what you already knew inside—that you’re into guys. Maybe your girlfriend picked up on that? Maybe she cheated on you because she knew instinctively that she could never be what you really needed?”
“I dunno—maybe,” Benton conceded, leaning over and kissing me once more, fireworks in my brain. “All I really know,” he whispered as our lips parted, his breath suddenly hot at my ear, “is that I want to be inside you.”
Instantly, he pulled me to the floor, tearing off my shorts and t-shirt. The storm continued to rage outside, but an even bigger one was brewing within the confines of my condo.
“We can go to my bed,” I suggested, naked on the floor as Benton hovered over me, fumbling with the drawstring of his swim trunks. But my suggestion was forgotten when he undid his trunks, kicking them to the floor as his massive cock came into view. “Jesus, you’re hung,” I gasped.
“It’s not all that big,” he declared with false modesty while giving it a tug. His cock was easily nine inches and thicker than my wrist. Christ, it was gonna hurt and yet feel so fucking good.
Before I knew it, I was flat on my back. Benton was pushing my legs over my head, my hole exposed to him. He began to push his cock head against the tight knot of my sphincter.
“Dude,” I stopped him. “You gotta let me get it wet for you first.”
I sat up quickly, taking his massive member in my mouth. Expertly, I swirled my tongue around his fat cock head and his thick shaft before taking him balls deep.
“Dayum,” he exclaimed, his meaty hand at the back of my head, his balls pressed against my chin. “I’ve never had a bitch take me to the balls.”
“I think you’ll find I’m able to do a lot of things that a bitch can’t do,” I surfaced for air, my saliva coating his thick fuck tool. “How about you get that big dick up my ass and find out for yourself?”
Eager to fuck me, Benton pushed me back to the floor, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest. He looked downward as he aimed his cock at the bullseye of my hole and—BAM—he was inside me.
“Fuck, your tight,” he marveled, a bolt of pain flashing through my body just like the lightning outside. “I’ve never had pussy this tight,” he began to thrust inside me.
“Go slow at first,” I advised, bearing the pain through gritted teeth, not wishing to discourage him when it was his first time fucking a guy. “Just gimme a minute to adjust, okay?”
But Benton was like a kid with a new toy at Christmas, wanting to see everything it could do at once. He was pounding me hard, battering my bowels, going deeper than he ever could in a bitch. In some ways, that big tool helped to pound away the discomfort rapidly. I was soon writhing in pleasure, waves of ecstasy consuming me.
“Fuck me with that big cock,” I moaned, extending my legs and wrapping them around his meaty ass. “Wreck my hole with that big dick.”
The feeling of unparalleled fullness inside of me was overwhelming, my toes curling as Benton routed my depths. Planking above me, his hands driven into the floor on either side of me, Benton leaned forward and kissed me. With his hairy chest rubbing against mine, his tongue probed my mouth just as his cock was probing my hole. The sensation was mind-blowing.
“Christ, I love kissing you,” he shared as our lips parted. “You make me feel things I never felt before when kissing girls.”
“Sometimes you gotta kiss a few frogs before you find a prince,” I joked, wrapping my arms around his torso, rubbing his sweaty back as he labored above me.
He was pummeling me hard, jackhammering the living shit out of my quivering cunt. I wanted Benton to slow down, to make it last. But it was his first time with a guy, and I had been dicked down by enough straight guys to know that rough and fast was their default setting. Plus, with the storm still raging outside, Benton was going nowhere in a hurry. There was plenty of time for round two.
“I’m feeling close,” he announced, picking up the pace, driving me impossibly hard. “You want me to pull out when I shoot?”
“Absolutely not,” I commanded, locking my sphincter around his swollen shaft. “I want you to breed me—dump that load up my ass.”
“Fuck that’s hot,” he exclaimed, staring down at his cock as he delivered a series of final thrusts into my bowels. “I’m getting close—OH FUCK—I’m gonna shoot, bro—OH FUCK—Yeah, take my nut—FUUUUCK.”
Benton convulsed on top of me, his cock throbbing intensely as he shot rope after rope of his warm seed into my depths. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his cock discharging rhythmically, flooding my guts.
“That’s it—fill me with your seed,” I moaned, pulling him into me as he bred me, our sweaty bodies melded as one. “Make me yours.”
After his cock stopped throbbing within me, his balls emptied for the moment, we began to doze, his cock still buried in my depths. A clap of thunder awoke us. Startled, Benton pulled out of me, his pearly seed dripping from my gaping hole.
“This storm isn’t gonna be over anytime soon. Why don’t we go to my bedroom?” I suggested, the hard floor uncomfortable beneath me. “My comfy bed will feel a lot nicer.”
“Sure—but I don’t think I’m ready to go to sleep just yet,” Benton hesitated.
“Who said anything about sleep?” I smiled deviously, steering his incredible body to my bedroom. “I plan on riding you all night long.”
And I did—taking load after load from him over the course of the next several hours, his big cock pulverizing my cunt in the best possible way. We finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, the storm outside quieting down around the same time that we did.
I awoke late the next morning, the storm long gone, sunlight flooding my bedroom. I gave a stretch, my body still in post-coital bliss. But then I realized that I was alone in bed—Benton was gone. Like a typical straight guy, he had snuck out before I had awakened, unable to face the aftermath of his actions in the light of day. All good things must come to an end, I told myself with a deep sigh.
But then I found Benton in the kitchen, talking quietly on his phone. He was wearing my bathrobe, the front partly open and loosely tied, his hairy chest taunting me.
“Look—I gotta go,” Benton said into his phone upon seeing me. “We can figure out the details later, okay?”
“Who—who was that?” I asked as he ended the call.
“It was Ellie,” he confessed. “She called to apologize for hooking up with that guy from work. She wants me to come back home and work things out between us. She still wants to be with me.”
“What—what did you tell her?” I asked, my heart in my throat.
“I told her that I wasn’t coming home,” Benton reported. “I said that I had met someone on vacation, and that I think it could be love, and that I want to see where things might go with him.”
“You’re—you’re serious?” I stammered in disbelief as Benton pulled me into his arms, elation consuming my body and soul. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely,” Benton kissed me. “I’m a freelance journalist, so I can work from anywhere. I told Ellie to pack up my shit and I would call her back later with your address. I hope you don’t mind if I crash on your couch for a short while until I can find my own place.”
“Crash on my couch?” I laughed, pulling him back to my bedroom, eager to get his big dick inside me again. “The only place your ass belongs is in my bed.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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