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.

Vacation Day 1

You need to go on vacation. Some friends told you about an island resort that was recently renovated after the hurricanes. They have a special deal for singles to try and rebuild their reputation as a “Singles’ Paradise”. You like the sound of that, so you reserve a room, and catch a flight there.

You arrive and as you check in you see that there are a mixture of people arriving. Some are older people (men and women), probably recently divorced, you think. And some are younger, guys and girls, looking for “hook ups” and a good time.

You check in and head for your room. It is a nice suite, with a queen bed, and a small patio that faces the beach. You change into your bikini, with a light shirt over it, that you wear unbuttoned as go walk around the resort.
There is a pool, a tiki bar, a restaurant, a spa, and a gift shop. You go back to your room to grab a towel, tanning lotion, and the book you were reading on the plane.
You find an empty lounge chair near the tiki bar, with plenty of direct sunlight, and a strong breeze off the coast.
“Would you like anything, Madam?” Asks a man with a menu and notepad.

He is wearing the Cuban shirt and polo shorts, which is the uniform of the staff. You think he looks handsome, but you just want a drink.
He brings your drink as you start rubbing lotion on your arms and legs.
“Do you need help with that?” You hear a voice ask. You hadn’t noticed that he just arrived, and sat on a chair near you. He’s wearing a pair of swim trunks and nothing else.
He’s a handsome looking guy, so you accept his help. He squirts some lotion on your shoulders, and slowly rub it into your skin. The lotion is cool but his hands warm your skin. From your shoulders, down your arms, then across your upper chest.
His fingers feel so good on your skin. He drips some lotion on your stomach and delicately rubs your middle. It feels good as he get closer to your waistline.
He moves to your legs and feet.
It’s not as good as a massage but you enjoy as he rubs your feet, including your toes and soles.
“Lie on your front and I’ll add lotion to your back.” He says with a nice smile.

You roll over, and he starts with your shoulders again. “This feels so good.” You say softly to yourself and let out a small moan of pleasure. He continues putting lotion down your back, your hips, the parts of your butt not covered, and down your legs.

“There you go. You are protected now. I will let you enjoy your book.” He gets up and moves back to his chair.

“Maybe I’ll have dinner with him, or I could just fuck him here.” You think as you try to get back to your book.

You really can’t focus on your book, so you decide to go for a swim. From the edge of the deep end of the pool, you dive in. You are surprised that its a salt water pool. You are used to chlorine pools, but you think about it for a second and it makes sense to have a salt water pool near the ocean.

You swim from one end to the other. The cool water feels so good on your skin. You feel your body stretch as you do long, slow freestyle strokes, get to the edge and swim back doing the back stroke.

You hear his voice say “You swim really well”. He gets in. You are the only ones in the pool. He looks at you as he leans on the edge. You feel his eyes following you. You get to the far end then turn and swim towards him using the breast stroke. Once you are close, you grab the edge of the pool, lean to him, and kiss his mouth. You want to see how far he will take it so you reach one hand into his swim trunks and squeeze his flaccid penis. “Guys really are small in cold water.” you say with a laugh.

“You caught me off guard. And the cold water affects you too.” He says looking at your hard nipples.

“Let me try something,” you say with a devilish grin. You take a deep breath, go under the water, and pull his shorts down. You put his soft cock onto your mouth. You feel it grow in your warm wet mouth. Still holding your breath, you lick his growing shaft. The water is salty. You feel the veins texture on your tongue and go up for air. “There. That’s better.” as you grab him and stroke it under water.

“Let me try.” He says as you move, putting your back against the edge of the pool. You feel his fingers slide the crotch of your bikini bottom to the side, then he takes a deep breath, and goes down. You spread your legs and you feel his tongue lick up and down along with his fingers rubbing your pussy lips. He does it quickly and with more force than you expect. But you enjoy it.

He comes up for air, and kisses you. You feel the tip of his hard prick at the entrance of your pussy. “Do you want to try it here? In the water?” As you feel him press against you, you reach down and guide him in.

It feels so weird in the water. He works it in and out slowly. Getting his rhythm so he don’t splash as he thrusts. You feel him go deeper into your hungry pussy. As he presses you against the pool, he starts slowly, but goes deeper and harder. The water starts to splash.

You feel his chest press against yours. Your clit rubs his pubic mound as he grinds against you. It feels so damn good. Maybe if you can move the right way, you’ll climax.

He holds you tight “yes, cum for me.” He whispers in your ear. The tingle spreads and you pull him tightly against you as your orgasm moves through you.

“That was different….Shall we get out?” You ask. He nods, you fix your swimsuits, and climb out. You dry each other off.

“Shall we have something to eat?” He offers. You grab your stuff and head over to the Tiki Bar so you can sit in the shade. There’s a small table with an umbrella, which you sit at and order from the menu. You both just want something simple. You engage in light chit-chat, until your food arrives.

As he puts a fork full of food in his mouth, you say “Let me be up front with you, I am not looking for a date, partner, or spouse. This might sound bad, but I am just here for sex. I hope you don’t think of me as a slut for that.”

He swallows, and takes a drink, then smiles broadly. “No I don’t think of you as a slut, or a tramp, or anything like that. I, also am here for sex. I don’t want a new spouse, and I have been alone for a while and don’t want to change that. I am just want to relax before I have to head back to the mainland and back to work.”

You sigh and relax as you eat. You feel his leg slowly rubbing against yours. His hairy leg feels different as it goes slowly up and down. “When we finish eating, do you want to go back to the rooms, or out onto the beach?”

You smile and say in a low voice. “I want you to take your time and fully explore my body as we are out on the beach. Where anyone might catch us.” You finish and get up.

He stops by his room. He come back wearing an unbuttoned, loose shirt, with a blanket over his shoulder and a small basket with water and a few other items. You walk down to the beach and look for an open space. There are a few people in the water, and a few others spread around, but the beach was generally empty compared to other beaches you have been to. He sets down the basket and lays down the blanket. You grab an umbrella and pull it over to give you some shade. He offers to put more lotion on you. You smile and ask “Again?”

He picks up a small bottle from the basket. It’s sex lube. “Would you like me to use some of this on you, Madam?” He asks in a mock formal voice. You smile widely, loosen your top, and lie down on the blanket.

He drips some lube on your upper chest. You like how this feels so different than the sun lotion. He rubs it into your smooth, warm skin. His fingers slide up under your loose top. They feel so slick as he caresses your breasts. Slowly rubbing and caressing. His fingers slowly but firmly pull your nipples. You gasp. He lets go and rubs his fingers between and under your breasts. His motions are slow and deliberate. Not too hard, but not too light. You are just lying there and enjoying it. If any one looks at you. It looks like he’s putting lotion on your chest.

He slowly works his fingers down your stomach, dripping on a bit more lube. It feels cool and slick. Bending forward, he licks around your belly button with the tip of his tongue. You playfully slap his face “Concentrate on what you are doing. Don’t tickle me or make me laugh.”

“Oh, yes Of course Madam.” he responds, again using his fake formal accent.

You feel his fingers move along the edge of your bikini, then stopping and moving down to your feet. “Skip my feet and do my thighs” you tell him. He does as you ask, so you spread your legs. He slowly and deliberately caresses your inner thighs. His fingers are so close to rubbing your bikini crotch. He keeps teasing you by working your inner thighs and the areas right around, but not your pussy yet.

You groan in frustration. You grab his hand and put it in your bikini bottom. “Finger my pussy, or give me your cock.” You realize that your voice was a bit louder than you thought. A few looks towards you, but those are followed with smiles and nods.

He slowly works his finger into your damp pussy and his other hand slowly rubs lube on your exposed clit. “Yes, that is what I want.” You say in a lower tone. You grab the lube, squirt some on your hands and reach into his shorts. You are happy that he’s already hard. You stoke and squeeze as he rubs and thrusts into you.

“Lie down so I can ride you” you tell him. He withdraws his fingers, and lies on his back. You put a towel over your shoulders and back, and face the ocean. You move the crotch of your bikini aside and feed his cock into you and slowly lower yourself. You move up and down, and with each movement down, you take more of him. You notice there are couples also having sex under blanket and towels. With him fully inside of you, you ride him reverse cowgirl, slowly rocking back and forth. His hard cock feels so good inside of you.

“Oh Damn I was going to put on a condom for you” He says.

You rock back and forth harder and faster. “I don’t care, after I cum, you can finish on me.” you say. You reach down and rub your clit. You don’t care who sees. You rub your self harder and faster. Rocking back and forth harder, your orgasm builds, and you cum.

You get off of him, pull the towel over your head, and you suck his hard cock. He doesn’t last long and shoots in your mouth. His jizz has a weird sour but salty taste. You keep it in your mouth and move to his face. You kiss him and put his cum in his mouth. He swallows, but gives you a strange look, not expecting to taste himself. You stand up and adjust your bikini to make sure it is in place. “I’m going for a swim back in the pool. I appreciate you making my first day here, relaxing. Hopefully you enjoy your week.” You kiss his cheek and leave.

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