September. Labor Day Weekend with a Rafael. I know him from parties. Mutual friends. Occasional late-night hookups. He’s cute. Compact. Tight. Furry but trimmed down. Nice dick. Good lay.
The invitation comes as a surprise. It’s not just us. We’re staying at his friend’s beach house. With the friends. Married straight couple. Rick and Connie. Mid-30s. Both extremely attractive. Well bred. All American. They have three kids: 3, 5, and 7. The kids are mildly out of control. Reminds me of my family. Not going to be a fuckfest weekend.
Cocktails in hand within seconds of arrival. Rick and Connie are instantly my best friends. Life is good.
Friday night. Drinks. Dinner. More drinks. Talk until well past midnight. I develop a mild crush on both Rick and Connie.
We go to bed. Rafael is horny and wants to fuck. I worry Connie and Rick will hear. I worry the kids will hear. Rafael is naked and playing with his hole. The kids’ room is downstairs. Connie and Rick are adults. We fuck like rabbits. His hole is so tight it almost hurts to fuck him. I vaguely remember grunting loudly.
Strange bed. Even with no sleep I wake early. Sun is up. I pad my way downstairs. Connie is making breakfast. Rick is on a run. I apologize for any noise we may have made. Connie says she didn’t hear a thing. She grins too much when she says it. I know she’s lying. I let it drop. We chat. I think she’s flirting with me. What the hell: “When in Rome…” I flirt back.
Rick comes back. He looks even better sweaty after his run. Instantly gives me grief about the noise. “Just how big is your dick?” he smiles, “we could hear Raf screaming about it through the walls.” I’m beat red. And a little hard at the thought of Rick hearing me fuck.
I change the subject. Ask Rick about his run. The more I talk to him the more I want to have sex with him. He’s damn fucking hot. He’s about 6’. 170. Brown hair. Clear blue eyes. Dusting of hair. Legs are thick. His ass is smoking. Plays soccer most weekends with a bunch of buddies. I can’t look at him without getting wood.
The day is eclectic. Playing with the kids. Reading. Sunning. Napping. I build an awesome sand castle that the kids all jump on and destroy. Rafael spends most of the day tanning and sleeping.
Another great dinner. Raf is wiped after all the sun and goes to bed early. Connie does too. It’s 9:30. Rick and I sit on the deck staring at the moon.
Rick suggests we go skinny dipping. He stands. Drops his pants. I’m so taken aback I don’t check out his junk. He’s halfway down to the water before he pulls off his shirt. I take off my clothes and follow him to the water.
There are small bond fires along the beach. None too close. Some of the nearby houses have floodlights facing the beach. Nothing direct on us. Still, I feel like we’re going to get caught. The moon is bright. There’s some visibility. I still can’t make out Rick’s package. The water is cold. I hope he can’t see mine shrinking up.
We splash around. Lots of diving into the waves. Some grab ass. Nothing sexual. All fun. Rick tackles me a few times. I quickly move beyond the weirdness that I’m naked with a really hot straight guy. We’re just having stupid fun.
Rick swims out where our feet can’t touch the bottom. I follow. I think of Jaws.
We tread water and talk a bit. He asks about Rafael. I tell him it’s not serious. He asks if Rafael knows it’s not. Pretty sure. He swims real close. Mentions the fucking again. He also asks again how big my dick is. This time he reaches for it. The water is cold. It’s not very big.
We swim towards the shore where we can stand. Rick leans in and kisses me. We start to make out. His hands are all over my dick and balls. I grow. He seems impressed.
We start walking back up the beach to the house. I want him bad. Halfway up I drop to my knees. I want his cock in my mouth. I take him in. It’s thick. Not long, but thick. He’s cut. Doesn’t quite fill my mouth. I don’t know where the salt of the ocean ends and his salty taste begins. As I keep sucking he fills my mouth with his growing cock. He’s warming up. It gets thicker. And thicker. Much like a beer can.
My hands grab his ass and pull him in. He grunts as he fucks my face. Rick’s cold wet hands massage my head. I briefly wonder if anyone can see us. This turns me on more. I suck harder. He grunts loudly. I doubt anyone can hear him over the crashing waves. Rick nuts. I swallow.
Rick makes no attempt to reciprocate. He rubs my cheek in appreciation. Turns and walks back to the house. I shouldn’t be surprised. I guess I read him wrong. I follow back towards the house.
Rick stops at the base of the stairs leading to the deck. There’s a small outdoor shower right there. He rinses off. He pulls me in. Rick rubs my skin as the water—colder than the ocean—cascades over me. The sand and salt rush away.
He grabs my hand and we silently walk up the steps. Halfway up we stop and kiss.
At the top of the stairs, Rick hands me a towel and walks naked into the house. I dry myself off in the cool night air. He’s back out. He hands me a condom and some lube. Romantic, he isn’t.
Rick lays back on the chaise lounge. He lifts his legs, offering his ass. We haven’t said a word since we were standing in the ocean. My cock is rock hard. I tear open the package and roll on the condom. I apply a small amount of lube to his ass, checking the tightness. Not as quite tight as Rafael, but still pretty tight.
I kneel on the lounge and push his legs back. The light is just enough to see Rick’s expression clearly. He wants this. He wants this bad. His cock is rock hard. I grab onto it as I push in.
Rick’s tight. I have to pull out; he’s in pain. I play with his hole a little more. He relaxes. I start to enter again. He tells me to grab his dick again. I grasp it as I push gently. I pause. He moans. I push a little more. A little more. Once more. I’m in there. Balls deep.
I lean forward and kiss Rick. His puts his arms around me and holds me tight. I begin to fuck him gently. I nibble on his neck as I pump his tight ass. His hole grips my shaft. I keep thinking “I can’t believe I’m fucking this amazing straight guy.”
I push back so I can feel his body. My hands explore his trimmed muscled chest. I grab his pecs and tweak his nipples. Rick writhes beneath me as my cock continues sliding in and out of his hole.
Pulling out all the way, Rick moans loudly. I briefly wonder if anyone can hear, but the sound of the crashing waves dashes any concerns.
Rick is now on his side. I push his leg back so I can get in deeper. I enter harder. Pushing deeper, faster. His ass is looser, but still grips my hard cock. I’m now fully fucking him. I’m ramming my cock as hard as I can into that tight straight hole. I can’t believe how good hiss hole feels.
Close, I decide to shift one last time. Rick repositions himself on the lounge on his hands and knees. I fuck hardest doggie style. I enter and lean forward. I hiss in Rick’s ear, “I’m gonna cum in your ass”. He moans.
I reach around and grab the head of his cock. It’s dripping so much, my hand is instantly soaked. Pumping hard and fast, I cup the head and rotate my hand around. My other hand is on his loose balls. I keep playing with the head as I fuck him hard. Rick’s ass starts twitching. He begins to buck. His balls tighten.
Rick cums in my hand. Big load. He’s dumped a thick one. I lean forward, pushing my cum-soaked hand into his mouth. I make him eat his own load.
My balls are burning. I can’t hold out any more. Rick’s lapping up his own load makes me cum. I cum hard into Rick’s tight fucking hole. I grab onto his shoulders and ram my spewing rod into Rick’s hot hole. Pumping hard and deep until every last drop was spent.
I stand up. The condom looks like it’s filled with a quart of jizz. I’m mildly self-congratulatory. I yank it off and fire it off the balcony into the bushes. I walk back down the steps to the outdoor shower and wash the sweat and sex off me. Rick joins me. We rub each other a bit. I stop before he gets me too hot because I need to get to bed.
I’m chilled. I towel off in the living room. The house is so fucking quiet. Rick opens the sliding glass door and the room is filled with the sounds of the ocean. I’m convinced no one could have heard us.
Sneaking up the stairs. I stop at a creak. Rick bumps into me. He puts his hand on my ass. Damn. I’m getting hard again. I turn. Rick’s hand moves to my cock. A couple of rubs. A few pumps. His lips are on my shaft.
Hot and moist against my chilled skin he takes my growing cock deep into his mouth. I sit on the step. Rick cups my balls and brings my hard shaft deep. I’m in his throat. I try not to moan. I worry my panting or his slurping will wake someone. I’m not worried enough to stop.
With one had Rick plays with my balls and hole. With the other he runs his hand over my chest and body. I grab his head and push my cock back down his throat. “Keep doing that,” I whisper. I lean back, hands behind my head and watch him swallow my cock.
I throw my head back as a soft moan escapes. I try not to make any noises, but my breathing and sighing is a dead giveaway to anyone awake. My balls tighten. I grab Rick’s head and blow in his mouth.
Rick was not expecting my load and grunts a bit. My hand prevents his moving off. “Yeah,” I hiss, “swallow it.” He takes it all.
I sleep well that night.
Late Sunday morning. Connie and I are walking along the beach. She’s done cooking for the weekend. We’re heading a local sandwich shop to get lunch for everyone. I thank her again for inviting me for the weekend. She says I was Rick’s choice. Without a beat she asks me how good of a fuck he was.
She fills me in on the situation. Rick is a good father. A good friend. The marriage is of convenience. I ask her what she gets out of it. “Three wonderful kids and a good life.”
“Are you happy?” She smiles at my question. Her answer is cryptic: “It’s complicated.”
I drop the subject and walk in silence for about 10 minutes. I break the silence by asking how she gets off: “Man or machine?” We chat and flirt until she points up the beach to get into “town”—a gas station and about eight stores, including the sandwich place.
We cut through a row of apartments along the beach. There’s a small alley where the A/C units are located. Who uses A/C at the beach? We step gingerly over the pipes and cables. I take Connie’s hand and guide her along. I look back and see the waves crashing. To the front people walking in “town”. Yet this spot feels completely secluded.
I give Connie a quick kiss. I guess I’m apologizing for Rick. While my fucking her husband was not complicit, I felt I was at the time. Her lips are soft. I kiss her again. She grabs my shirt. I pull her close. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths.
I have fucked a number of women before. Some for money. Some for fun. Most for money in my college years. I was younger then. Hard-ons came easy. Now, women don’t get me that hard. Connie does.
She’s worked out. 5’6” 110. Small, perky breasts. Brown hair, sweet brown eyes. She looks like she’s a rockin’ fuck. I’m about to find out.
My hands explore her tight tits. The bikini top slips up easily. I nibble on her breasts. Not as much fun as Rick’s hairy pecs, but I’m digging them. She coos and moans. It makes me hard.
I slip my hand down her bikini bottom and feel how moist she is. Either she is a quick turn on, or she’s been really into the flirting. I’m pretty sure it’s the latter. Connie pulls down my swim trunks enough to get my bone out. I was turned on last night, but I think my cock is harder now. This spot is secluded, yet anyone bothering to look can see us.
Her pussy is warm and moist. I slide in with ease. Unlike my previous attempts with women, I needed no help in finding it. I push Connie against the wall. I slide into her. I start to fuck her while nibbling on her neck. She moans. She whispers for me to fuck her hard. I choose to slow down a bit. I pull my head back. I look her in the eyes. I know women well enough that they love a connection. Without a word I just stare into her eyes. I continue shoving my thick cock into her tight cunt.
Connie’s throbbing around my shaft. I stop and just stare at her for a minute. I give her a soft kiss. A small tear rolls down her cheek. Bingo. I own her. I start to fuck her slowly again. Still looking in her eyes.
My thrusts increase in speed and intensity. My eyes are locked on hers. She nods. She wants it faster and harder. I stop. I pull out. Turn her around facing away from me.
Bending a bit, I enter Connie from behind. My right hand on her left breast. My left hand on her clit. I start fucking her hard again. Banging her pussy with all the might I can muster from my awkward position. Fingering her clit does wonders. She groans and shouts.
My arms are almost fully supporting her. Her legs are off the ground. They are twisted around my thighs. She’s pushing away from the wall with both arms, pushing her body into a more vertical position. I feel her body quiver. Her pussy is practically clamped down on my cock. My hand is drenched with her juice.
Her orgasm is hard. Intense. I keep fucking until I shoot my load deep into her. I stand there twitching. We are both so sweaty I don’t know how I was able to hold on to her.
I release her. She sits on an A/C unit. Her legs too unstable to stand. I pull up my shorts. Looking around, I find her bikini bottoms behind another A/C unit. Someone has to have heard our screams so I suggest we move on.
The walk back is uneventful. While eating lunch I look at Connie and Rick’s kids. All of them look like Connie. None of them look like Rick. I wonder if they’re his.
In the afternoon I fall asleep on the deck and get a sunburn. I still manage to fuck the hell out of Rafael that night.
This weekend has been full of surprises. One last surprise remains.
This last Friday, Rick calls. Connie gave birth to her fourth child that morning. A little girl. It’s mine. No expectations, except for detailed medical family history. The conversation is surreal. It’s not the first time I’ve been used as a sperm donor. He says thanks. He quickly asks when we might be able to hook up again. Now that doesn’t surprise me.