Storm at the Beach House

Your family owns a beach house. Ownership has passed from family member to family member. You were given the key, and told that you and one of your cousins, are now the joint owners of it.

A major storm was going to hit the region, so you went to the house to get it ready. You aren’t sure when the last time anyone used the place, so you picked enough groceries to last for a while.

You pull up and unload the supplies from your SUV, pulling off your shirt because it is unseasonably warm.

As you are putting things away in the pantry, you hear a voice. “Who are you? And what are you doing?”

You turn around and answer “I’m restocking the pantry. What does it look like I’m doing? This is my house.”

“This is my house too.” He tells you. As you stand and face him, you see him look at your bare chest, and tight shorts. “Oh, I heard that the other set of keys was went to a cousin.” He walks forward and extends his hand. “I heard on the news that a storm was going to hit and wanted to get this old place ready.”

You shake his hand and smile, noticing his broad chest under his tight t-shirt and loose unbuttoned denim work shirt.

“I’m here for the same thing. I wanted to make sure I had food and water just in case thing got bad.” The two of you talk as he helps you put away supplies.

He’s your Uncle’s son. You hadn’t really known that part of the family. He tells you his plan to put on the storm boards, and make sure the house is secure. You agree, because it is what you wanted to do too, and it will be easier with two people.

In the storage shed you find a number of thick wooden boards that have holes drilled in the corners. As you look at the window frames you see large carriage bolts that are used to secure the boards.

It takes the two of you working together to cover the windows on the bottom floor. You are both sweating from the work.

“How do we do the windows on the upper floor?” You ask. Searching the shed, you don’t find any more boards. “Maybe the upstairs boards are in the house.” He says.

After a few minutes of searching, he finds that there are smaller boards in a storage closet.“How do we put on these ones?” He asks.

“I know that, we use the balcony and walk on the roof of the porch. I used to sneak out on summer nights and watch the stars and the waves from there.” You say.

You both carry the boards to the balcony then you climb up, and get onto the roof of the porch. The windows are easy to reach from there. He hands you all of the boards and then you pull him up too. His hand feels strong in yours as you help him up. After a few minutes, you both secure the upper windows.

You see dark thick clouds rolling in from the ocean. “It is a good thing we finished up. Let’s get inside.” You say.

You close and secure the French doors on the balcony as the rain starts. “Just in time. I’m sweaty and tired. Should we clean up, and have something to eat?” You ask. You are not modest at all and you strip off your shorts and pull a towel from the linen closet.

“Wow! You just strip naked just like that.” He says in a shocked voice. 

“Of course, it’s just us guys, and I want to shower before the storm hits.” You start the shower. You soap up and wash the sweat off of you. 

“Is there room for another in there? I don’t want you to use all the hot water.”

“Come on in.” You say. As he steps in you are soaping your soft cock and balls.

“Um can I have the soap?” He asks a little nervously.

You hand him the bar. “I’m almost done” and you rinse yourself off thoroughly. You glance down and notice that he has a nice cock, and you are sure that he was staring at yours. “I’ll go and cook something.” You say as you step from the shower and towel yourself dry. You grab a clean pair of shorts from your bag that you put one of the bedrooms, and go to the kitchen.

You hear the wind blow harder and the rain is drumming against the storm boards. He comes into the kitchen wearing a thick bathrobe. “I don’t feel like pulling things out of my bag. I found this in the closet.” It’s a thick terry cloth robe from the 1970’s.

He sits down at the kitchen table as you are cooking some sausages in an iron skillet.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” you say in a light tone. “Sure, ask whatever you want.”You hear thunder echo in the distance.

“Are you gay?”

“I’m bisexual. Why do you ask?”

He swallows nervously. “How do you guys do it? How do you suck a man’s dick?”

You use a fork to flip the sausages and move them in the pan. “I do it similarly to how I suck a clit on a woman. If I find someone attractive, I want to take time and give them pleasure. Don’t you do that for your wife?”

He coughs as the storm gets louder. “I don’t like to lick pussy. I just want to fuck her and cum.” But as he says it he looks almost ashamed. “I bet that makes me a selfish bastard.”

“I does, but I think you can learn. The goal is to give pleasure. It’s like cooking. The goal is to make something that everyone will enjoy, not just one person.” You say as you move the sausages in the pan and turn down the heat. “Have you ever sucked cock?” You ask him directly.

“No! Never. Guys like me don’t do that.” He says in a defensive tone.

You walk up to him and lean over him. In a low tone you ask “Have you ever wanted to?” He swallows nervously. “I saw you looking at me all day. Especially in the shower. You want to touch it, don’t you.” You say in a low seductive voice.

The noise from the storm increases. You whisper in his ear “It’s just you and me. No one will know.”

You pull your cock from your shorts. He reaches for it. “That’s it, take it and slowly stroke it, like you do yours.” You feel his rough fingers as he takes it. He slowly strokes it. “Think about what you like most when you want your wife to suck you.”

“But she thinks…” “Shhhhh. Just put the tip to your lips and kiss it.” His lips are wet and soft. He kisses your tip nervously. Then you feel his tongue on it. “That’s it. Slowly lick it.” You say encouragingly. He slowly licks down your hardening shaft. You reach down and cradle your balls. “Take it in your mouth and feel it.” You say in a deep voice.

He opens his mouth and he slowly feeds your hard cock into it. His mouth is warm and wet as he closes his lips around you. “Now suck gently” you say. You feel the suction of his mouth. It is a gentle pressure.

It feels so good. You let go of your balls and place your hands on his head. He sucks a bit harder. You feel his tongue along the ridge of your cock as you start to flex your hips. You press it deeper into his mouth. He gags a bit and takes it out. He strokes it, all lubed with his saliva. His hand feels really good too.

You hear the noises of the storm as the rain pounds harder against the house. You lean closer to his ear, and whisper “If you let me cum in your mouth, you can fuck my ass.”

He continues stroking and hold it to his lips. Just the excitement of thinking about cumming in his mouth has you at the edge. Your cock is slick with your pre-cum. He puts it in his mouth and you tighten your grip around his head. You feel the wave of pleasure building and your cock throbs as you spurt in his mouth. He wasn’t expecting it. He lets go of you and spits.

“It is okay. That felt really good. And now you know what it feels like to suck a dick.” You say with a devilish grin.

There is a lightning strike near the house. It shakes with thunder, and the lights flicker. You both look at each other. “Let’s check and make sure everything is still secure.”

You turn off the stove. The sausages are ready. But they will keep. You both look around the lower level of the house. Everything is still secure. So you both go upstairs. After a quick check, the upstairs is still good too.

You are both at the top of the stairs and you point to the bedroom with your bag. “We don’t have to go back down to the kitchen just yet.” You walk into the bedroom, open your bag and pull out a tube of lube. “If you want you can fuck my ass here?”

You pull off your shorts and get on the bed, you squat so your ass is open and ready. You squirt some lube and rub it along the crack of your ass.

He just stands there and watches. You lube a finger and work the lube in. You make the opening of your ass nice and slick. “That’s it. You want to fuck me. Show me that you aren’t gay. Show me what a man you are.” You say in a low seductive voice. You thrust two fingers in and out of your ass.

You see him open his robe. He is hard. He gets right behind you. “You want me to show you what a man I am?” You feel his hands on your hips. He spreads your ass cheeks and presses his hard dick against your puckered hole. It slides in nicely due to the lube. He works it in and out. Going deeper with each thrust. He grabs your hips firmly.

“Yea, I’m gonna fuck your ass. I am gonna fuck you like a sissy.” He is breathing harder. He is working it in and out. He feels so good inside of you. Your cock is so hard from it, too.

As he fucks you harder, he grabs your hair and pulls it. “You came in my mouth. I am going to cum in your ass.” He grunts in an angry tone. His meat-stick feels so slick. You know it is from his pre-cum, and he won’t last much longer.

“I bet your wife won’t let you cum in her ass.” you say in a seductive tone. You hear anger in his voice as he thrusts and holds it.

“No, she won’t, ‘Anal Sexy is Dirty’ she says” he says in an angry tone. “Take my cum, whore” he angrily yells. You feel his cock fill your ass with his hot cum. It feels so good. His anger and rage turn you on too. You shoot cum again, too. 

You feel his sweat drip on your back. He is breathing hard and slowly slides his softening dick from your ass. You feel his jizz drip from your ass as yours drips from your schlong.

You notice that the storm is starting to lessen. You still hear the rain, but it doesn’t seem as hard. You grab a towel from your bag and wipe the cum from your ass and softening cock.

He goes to the bathroom and washes his dick clean. You pull on your shorts, and walk towards him as he closes his robe.

“Let’s go downstairs and eat. I don’t know about you, I am hungry, and I think the storm is starting to let up.” you say.

He looks a little embarrassed, “Yea, I am hungry and could eat. What were you cooking downstairs?”

You smile at him, knowingly “Sausages, long and thick. One mild and one Spicy. Which one do you want?” you ask with a wink.