Berkeley

Friday night. At a bar in The City. Talking to Pete, Aaron and Davis. Haven’t hung with in a while. It’s good to be out. We’re talking who we’re going to fuck. The guys I’m interested have partnered up.



Studly college kid comes up. Grabs my crotch. I remove his hand. He thinks he’s hot shit. He is. If he hadn’t grabbed my balls, I might have thought him straight: He talks sports. He yammers on about the financial crisis. He babbles about everything. Says nothing. He mentions Berkeley three times. Wearing a Berkeley hat, Berkeley T-shirt, probably Berkeley boxers. I was never that much into school spirit.

Pete’s had enough of this kid after about 2 minutes—but lets him talk for 20. Pete went to Stanford. Big Game is Saturday. Pete is in no mood for this shit. He tells “public school” to get his scrawny ass out of our faces.

Berkeley looks cuter when he’s pouty. His ass looks amazing as he walks away.

Bar’s closing. Saying goodbye to Pete on the street. Aaron and Davis hooked up with guys hours ago. Berkeley is on his cell trying to find a ride home. I’m surprise he’s alone. He’s got a rockin’ bod. Hot ass. Nice bulge. Shit like that should not go home alone.

On my cell. Call Big James. He’s been trying to sell The Hookup Condo for months. He’s got six condos for sale. The plunging market is killing him. Including the hookup palace.


When he was rolling in cash, Big James bought a pad to take tricks to. Nice place. Central location. No worry about taking tricks home. Nothing to steal. It’s priced to sell. It hasn’t sold.

I give him the breakdown. James: “Can I join?”

“We might be done by the time you get there. He’s in college, they usually nut fast.”

“I’ll hurry—key’s in the same spot.”

I walk up to Berkeley who’s yelling at his roommate. I give his ass a hard grab. “Need a place to crash?”

He doesn’t shut up the entire walk. He’s very impressed with himself. He also has demands. Seriously. Demands. He tells me what he requires for sex. I don’t say a word. If only to shut him up, I’m tempted to pull out my dick and shove it in his mouth right there.

We’re inside. He’s still talking. I stand there. Hands on hips as he checks out the view. He turns back, “What’s wrong?”

I’m over his shit. I just want to nut and leave. Great bod or not, he’s annoying. “We’ve been here for five minutes and your mouth still isn’t on my dick.” He smiles. He thinks it’s a joke.

I move quickly. Push him against the wall. Hard. “You talk too much.” His heart beating fast. He’s kinda short. I easily dominate him. I kiss him hard. Tastes like beer and gum.

He’s a good kisser. Keep him pressed against the wall as we make out. Feeling his pecs and six-pack through his t-shirt. I grab his bubble butt with both hands and pull him close. Big dick straining to get out of his jeans.

His hands concentrate on only one area on me. After ten minutes, I can feel the wet spot my jeans.

Shove him back against the wall. His head moves forward. Lips slightly puckered. Tongue pushing out.

I push him down hard. There’s a loud thud as his knees slam onto the hardwood floor. He touches my crotch. Berkeley has watched too much porn. Sucking my crank through my jeans ain’t gonna cut it. One quick yank and the buttons open up. No underwear. I pull out my junk.

“Suck it.”

The kid does something right. Very right. Takes it all the way down. Knows when to use his hands. Doesn’t ignore my balls. Hands explore all over. I toss the Berkeley cap onto the floor. Run my hands through his hair. Curly and a little too long. It works on him. Gives me something to grab as I fuck his face.

He takes me all the way down again. Pull on the back of Berkeley’s head. He tries to pull off. I keep him there. I can feel him starting to panic. Letting him go, he pulls off. Gasps for air. He looks up. “Good boy.” Shove my crank back into his hole. He greedily accepts it.

I turn around. Tell him to lick my ass. He refuses. Push my ass into his face. He doesn’t even try. I turn around. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Blank stare from Berkeley. I yank him up off the floor. Turn him around. Press him against the wall. I reach around. Pulling open his jeans, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me?” I get a feel for his unit: huge.

“I was…”

“If you won’t put your mouth there, why put your dick…?” His pants slide down. I kneel down… son of a bitch: Cal boxers. I pull them down. Beautiful ass. Muscled. Bubble. Hairy. Thick bush in the crack. I lean forward and sniff. Sweat. Acrid, but clean. “Nice,” I whisper.

“Thanks…”

“Shut up.”

Give a little kiss to where his thigh meets the bubble. Soft. Furry. Delicious. I mix kissing and nibbling on his cheeks. Stick my tongue into the deep thicket of fur. He quivers. Digging down until my tongue hits his pucker. He flinches.

Spread his cheeks with my hands. I let my tongue run the trail from top to bottom. Stopping near the taint for a little chewing/tonguing. Get my whole face in there. My tongue explores every inch. His ass is heaven. I will enjoy fucking the hell out of it.

I continue my assault for a full 15 minutes. Yeah, I time myself. The fucking hardwood floor prevented going longer. Fucking knees are killing me. And my tongue was cramping up.

Berkeley turns around. He’s expecting a blow job. I stand up. I move in to kiss him. He pulls away. I move forward. Pull back. Move in.

Grab his head. Kiss him hard. He tastes his ass on my lips. “That’s you, baby.” Our cocks are having a sword fight as we press against each other. “You like tasting a man’s ass now?” He nods and continues licking his ass off my face.

“Let’s see what you’ve learned.” Leaning over the back of the couch. I offer up my ass to his tongue. He eats it like a pro. My cock oozes precum all over the back of the couch. I time him at 32 minutes of ass chomping. To be 21 again.

We move to the bedroom.

He’s still wearing his fucking Cal shirt. I pull it off… a little too hard and tear it. He tells me it’s his good luck shirt. “You’re still getting lucky.” He’s still bummed. I want to shout that it’s only a fucking shirt. Push him back on the bed. I go down on him.

He’s cut. It’s really a beautiful dick. Thick. Long. Nice to suck and swallow. He tries to force my head down. I smack his hand away. He does it again. I slam my hand down on his stomach. He’s doubled over. Fucking baby. I tell him to knock off the porn shit he’s seen. “Just put your fucking hands behind your head, close your eyes and enjoy it.”

As I continue to suck on his crank, I play with his balls and taint. While playing with his hole, his legs start to lift. The more I work both his shaft and hole, his legs go higher. They begin to straighten out. Sticking out almost parallel to the bed. The boy is close.

He gurgles. My mouth fills with his spunk. I work his cock until he stops shaking.

I don’t swallow.

Small kisses up his torso. I’m over him. Look at his lips. Quick nod. He knows what’s coming. Opens his mouth. Closes his eyes. What the fuck? I wait. He opens his eyes. I decide not to spit his spunk into his mouth. I move forward and kiss him.

His seed slips from my lips. We pass it back and forth between us. I move away to nibble on his neck. Chest. Nipples. I stay there a while. It’s a nice chest.

Lifting off him, I push his legs back. I lean over to the nightstand. Pull out condoms and lube. I tell him to turn over. He says he’s not sure. Never been fucked. I find it hard to believe. He starts to babble.

Tilt head. Hard stare. It stops him. Lean forward slightly. He quickly scrambles onto his stomach. “Be gentle.”

I smack his ass hard. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Grab a pillow. I’m tempted to stuff it in his mouth. I use it to prop him up. Probably should be on his back. That might encourage him to talk. He stays on his stomach.

Play more with that hairy hole. Tongue. Fingers. First one, then two… three. Sweet. I’m Not sure whether he’s truthful about not having been fucked. I go with caution and really open him up. He’s shaking. “You cold, baby?”

“No, sir… just a little scared.”

Did I fucking call him “baby”? Did he reply with “sir”?

I run my hand down his back. My shame: “Don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of you.”

What a fucking douche I am.

Plus side: he relaxes. Thoroughly lubed, I try to enter. It hurts him. He’s clamped up. I try again. He’s shaking more. I move next to him. I get up close to his face. He’s wincing. I’m nowhere near his ass.

He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He lets out a long and loud fart. I laugh for ten solid minutes. He’s humiliated. What ever happened to college guys enjoying a good fart?

He starts to talk again… He’s never fucked before. Given or received. Only BJs. Starts apologizing. He asks me what I want to do.

“I really want to tap that virgin ass.”

Berkeley’s on his back. Pillow propped up underneath. Lick and kiss his ass again. I’m taking a guy’s virginity. This doesn’t happen to me everyday.

Start to enter him. I stop. “Need to fart?” Berkeley laughs. He relaxes a bit. I rub his stomach. I tease his hairy hole with my cock. I push the head in. He winces. I tell him to breathe. I continue slowly moving in on his ass. Pushing in. Telling him to breathe. Pushing in. I’m all the way in. He’s tight. I’ve been in tighter. Stay in there a few minutes.

Slowly pull all the way out. Lean forward. Suck his dick a bit. He’s hard. Start back in again. Slowly… Easing in… Balls deep.

Pumping slowly. He seems to enjoy it. I begin to thrust a little faster. We change positions. He’s on his side. Berkeley seems to like this. I fuck him like that for a while. I get a better appreciation of how hot his body is. Toned. Zero fat. As only 21 fuckers can be.

Finally, we are back to where we started. He’s on his stomach. I’m on top of him. Whispering encouragement in his ear. He mutters the one word that makes me smile: “harder.”

Start fucking him with a little more authority. No longer looking for guidance on whether he likes it or not. Grab his hips and begin to fuck him. It’s my turn to talk. I tell him how great his ass feels. How tight he is. He tells me to keep fucking.

Leaning forward. Telling him how tight his virgin hole feels wrapped around my aching cock. I can feel myself getting close. Tell him I’m going to nut inside him. “You want my seed, bitch?”

“baby” is over.

He begs for it. I straighten up. I’m banging Berkeley’s ass. Pushing off his back when I cum. The orgasm tears through me like a lightening bolt. I fall into automatic fucking. Slamming into his ass as hard as I can. Thrusting and groaning as I pump my load into his virgin hole.

Collapsing on top of him. Kissing his sweaty neck. Biting his magnificent shoulders. Ask him if he liked it. He came again while I was fucking him. Yeah, he enjoyed it.

While he’s in the bathroom cleaning up, James appears in the doorway. He’s stroking his thick rod. He’s been watching from the hall for most of it. Berkeley returns. Thinks James is my boyfriend and starts to freak. He apologizes profusely.

James convinces Berkeley that we sometimes share tricks. If we shared him…

Berkeley practically dives for James’ huge unit. James cums quickly. He’s been rubbing it out for a while. James doesn’t go down easily. He can stay up for hours (sans Viagra/Cialis/etc.)

James and I trade off on the kid until sunrise.

Got a call from James tonight. Real estate agent thinks someone broke into the condo. Place was a mess. Sex stains everywhere. Still, the client put a decent bid in for the place. I told James if I could help him sell any of his other condos, to give me a call.

L’il Bit

L’il Bit came by Saturday morning. He has a knack for calling just as I’m getting ready to head for the gym or a run. I can’t deny him. He’s got a tight little bod and a mouth that rock.

We have a routine. Not sure how it started, but it hasn’t changed much in a year of occasional hookups.

He lets himself in. L’il Bit walks into the living room as I’m tying the laces on my running shoes. I look up and he looks away. How long have we been doing this and he’s still embarrassed? He’s a fucking whore, get over it.

He looks hot: Jeans. T-shirt. The usual for him. I think he’s in high-tech. I don’t ask. I don’t care. I do care about his body. He’s built like a machine. Not over built—just tight as fuck. Unbelievable ass. Handsome face. Too handsome, if there is such a thing.

The issue with L’il Bit is that he’s short. 5’4”. Almost tiny. I know my nickname bugs him. I also know it turns him on. I tease him with it. If he hated it, I would probably tease him more.

L’il Bit walks over and drops to his knees. As he starts to pull off my shorts and jock, he says “hello.” It’s almost a whisper. Hell, I don’t know if he’s saying it to me or my dick. Do I care? No.


I know what’s coming, so I’ve got a chubby when his lips carefully take in my cock. Damn! Sweet lips. The guy knows how to suck: Right hand gripping my shaft, left at the base, his mouth moves down slowly. He gags a bit. I’m not sure if I’m really that big, but he gags every time.

It makes me harder.

L’il Bit pulls up with his mouth, quickly followed by his right hand in one fluid motion. I feel like my whole dick is in the most wonderful, moist heaven.


I lean back. I gently run my fingers through his hair. No need to fuck his face. I don’t grab at the back of his head. I’m loving the feel of his mouth on my dripping dick. The gentle slurping makes me smile. I love seeing his handsome face swallow my cock. He is loving it as much as I.

His left thumb is playing with my balls. Just a precursor before L’il Bit moves his left hand to my taint and asshole. He’s got good hands. Muscular, thin fingers. Elegant and long. Not long by most standards, but for him. They do the job right. I let slip a soft moan. I like to encourage him.

The motions of his mouth and hands go longer and repeat sooner. The fucker is going faster and slower at the same time. It makes my cock delirious.

My breath increases. I’m close. We both know it. My hands no longer run through his hair. Instead, I place my hand on his neck. I pull slightly forward. I’m going to cum. L’il Bit is going to drink it.

My back arches. I pull forward on his neck. He swallows my entire cock and my ample load. It feels like it’s going on forever.

I lean back. I’m spent. Fuck going to the gym. I got up an hour ago and I’m ready for a nap.

L’il Bit is still on his knees. Usually, he gets up and leaves. He doesn’t want me to touch him. I know the feeling. Sometimes, you just want to be somebody’s fuck hole. No problem on my end.

“I like this,” I’m positive he’s talking to my dick and not to me.

I grunt. My dick flicks involuntarily. I wonder if he thinks it’s responding to him.

L’il Bit looks at me, “I like blowing you.” He smiles and looks back down, “I like servicing you.” Again, I think he’s talking too my dick.

I want to say, “You’re still here?” but think better of it. In a non-committal fashion, I grunt again.


He stands and faces me. Sitting, I’m staring at his chest. I smile. This is usually where it ends and L’il Bit leaves. The song “Short People” by Randy Newman runs through my head. I don’t want L’il Bit to see me laugh so I look down. How could I never have noticed how big his junk was?

I say, “Jesus,” or “Holy fuck” or some such nonsense as he starts to move away. I grab his shirt and pull him back. I got six inches and fifty pounds on L’il Bit—he’s going no where.

“L’il Bit, what you hid’n?”


He begs me off. He does not want to be touched, but I want to see it. He’s wearing 501 Levi’s and no belt, so the work is practically done for me. One pull and out drops his junk. He’s hard. It’s curved. Seriously curved. TWO bends. It looks like an amusement park slide: big bump, slope and curve. Talk about having a “crank.”

He pulls away. “I don’t think we should do this anymore.” Fucking wuss.

I get up and catch him before the front door. He’s having trouble putting it back in. I apologize. I tell him it’s hot. I try to be kind. He wants nothing more to do with me.


“Fine,” I lean against the front door, “one last blow job and you can go.”

We argue. He wants to leave. I want a going away gift. What I really want is for this not to be our last time. L’il Bit says something that pisses me off. I grab him by his t-shirt and lift him up. He’s lighter than I thought. I outweigh him by 75 pounds…

I drop him on the couch. I realize by the look on his face this is what he wants. He doesn’t want to be sucked. He doesn’t want to have his dick played with. Ultimately, he wants what every fag wants: a straight guy. I’m not straight, but treating him like I am is the next best thing.

“Suck it, faggot.” I hiss. My cock is rock hard. I swear the big vein across the top is throbbing.

L’il Bitch does as he’s told. He takes it. I pull him forward. I shove my hand down the back of his jeans. L’il Bit has a hairy hole. Sweet. I want to tongue it, but he won’t dig it.

He tries to get me to stop, but his eyes plead for me to go on. I pull my dick out of his mouth and open his jeans. The snake jumps out. Before he can protest, I flip L’il Bit over and yank down his pants. I spit on his hole…

Condom. I do not want to stop… “Got a condom?” I know the answer. I don’t want to have to get off him, go upstairs, fuck.

“My left rear pocket.” Fucking whore.

Ripping open the packet, I mutter something about him being a whore. I roll on the Trojan and put the head up to his hole. I wonder if this might be his first time. He moves, so that he’s kneeling on the couch, hanging over the back, offering up his ass. His hole moves to my unit, ready to devour it. Definitely not his first time. I play with his crack, teasing it with my pulsating cock-head. A little more spit on his hole and I’m ready.



I push in. He’s tight. He groans. Pleasure. I push farther. He groans louder. I push one more time… I’m almost completely there. One last thrust and I’m all the way in his ass. I pull back and begin to fuck him hard. He’s groaning and begging for more.

I give him what he wants: my raunchy dick and my filthy mouth. I call him horrible names. I say nasty things about him. I reach around to feel his cock. He fucking loves every filthy word. His cock is rock hard.

L’il Bit is being fucked like the animal he is. I’m Thrusting and banging into him. I don’t care what he wants. It’s about my pleasure. My selfishness gives him pleasure.

I try to flip him over so I can see his face. He resists. I pull out. I back up. I grab his ankles and pull him back. In one quick move he’s on his back. His jeans are still bunched around his ankles so he can’t move. Nice. He’s even more my bitch.


His legs go back with a simple push. Say you don’t want it all you want, but when your legs fly back that easily, you’re a fucking slut. I slam my cock back in L’il Bit’s tight hole. He groans. That’s not pain; that’s pleasure. I smile.

“You like that, fucker.” The jeans around his ankles are blocking my view. I’m too lazy to take them off. I push his legs to the left. He’s on his side. I continue fucking him. L’il Bit’s got a smile on his face as I continue fucking him. He doesn’t just like it. He loves it.

I want to really slam his hole again. I pull out. I move him so he’s hanging over the back of the couch. His beautiful, hairy ass is offered up to me. I can’t resist, I kiss it. I get my tongue in there and chew about a bit. L’il Bit moans like a mother fucker.


I get back in there. I slide it all the way into his tight abyss and then pull all the way out. I hover before slamming it back in. L’il Bit loves it. He’s moaning and mumbling. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but he’s enjoying it.

Slamming my dong back in, I begin to pump and thrust. His tight hole grabs my cock as I slide back and forth into his steamy hole.


As I’m getting close, his voice is getting higher. L’il Bit starts to squeal that he’s cumming. It’s enough to put me over the edge.

I lean forward and reach around his neck with my arm. As the throws of ecstasy and orgasm take over, I buck wildly. The feeling of release is complete.

Our sweat running together as I lay on top of him.

“Great fuck,” I grunt as I push off him.

Stepping back, I survey the damage: jizz stains everywhere. L’il Bit is quite a spunk machine.

L’il Bit looks at the mess. “Did I do that?”

“You owe me for the dry cleaning.”

He asks how much. I shrug. L’il Bit starts to pull up his pants, grabbing his wallet. I stop him. I tell him I’ll take it out of his ass the next time he comes by.

L’il Bit shakes his head. He says he can’t come back. He’s feeling ashamed. Used. Like a whore. He is. His cock still isn’t quite tucked away. I grab it.

“You’ll be back. You can’t stay away.” He starts to get hard again in my hand. L’il Bit tries to pull away. “Admit it.” I tug on his hardening meat. He keeps his head down. He says nothing.

I grip harder. L’il Bit is hard again. He whimpers. I’ve got him. “Yeah, you’re mine…”

L’il Bit pulls away and goes to the front door while buttoning up his pants. I spoke too soon. I move quickly as he starts to open the door. I bump in behind him, slamming the door.

I grab L’il Bit’s hair, “Where the fuck you think you’re going?” He says he can’t do this anymore. He doesn’t want it. I reach around. His huge cock is again hard as a rock.

My chest is pinning his head against the door. I reach around with both hands and yank open his jeans. I hear a thud. It’s his cock slamming against the door as it’s released from his jeans. I grab his meat as I push against him with my body.

“Tell me how much you want to leave,” I hiss. His cock is dripping as I pull and tug on his foreskin.

He whimpers softly that he wants to leave.

“Say it like you mean it,” I shout.

He says nothing. I demand that he tell me how much he likes it. He still says nothing. But his cock speaks for him: my hand is soaked with his precum.

Pumping harder on his meat, I feel the curves and bumps as my hand slides up and down the thick shaft. “You gonna cum for me, bitch?” L’il Bit answers with a moan. I feel him thicken and get harder in my hand. He’s close. I tell him to cum for me. He moans. I tell him to show me how much he loves and worships me.

He cums so hard he simultaneously bangs his head and kicks at the door. He shudders slightly. He feels good in my arms. We stand there for a second silently breathing. I want to nibble on his neck, but I know it will ruin the moment. Instead I say “Thanks, fag.” L’il Bit murmurs something.


I step back from the door and start up stairs. I stop and sit down, my semi-hard dick hanging down. L’il Bit stands at the door. He’s not moving. He doesn’t want to face me. I need him to. I want him to suck me off again.

L’il Bit turns around, teary-eyed. Is he fucking crying?. Fuck. This guy is so full of shame. He looks me in the eye and tells me he’s not a fag. I tell him I know. I’m lying, but so is he, so my lie is justified.

He’s staring at my cock. I make it bounce. It’s getting harder. He moves forward. It’s like he’s powerless against the draw of my cock. He’s weak-willed and a pussy. I’d tell him so, but I’m afraid he might actually walk out.

L’il Bit kneels on the first step and takes my cock down. He works my cock; balls. For a small guy, he sure can swallow a big cock. He fingers my ass again, which feels awesome. I tell him I’m gonna nut in his mouth. I grab the back of his head to let him know. He swallows my whole load.


He pulls off and smells his finger. I ask him if he likes it. He says yes. L’il Bit tells me he wants to fuck me someday. I laugh. I laugh because his cock is huge and would hurt the fuck out of me. He thinks I’m laughing at him because he’s a pussy. I don’t correct him. He quickly pulls up his pants and starts to leave. I ask him for a kiss.

He’s not sure what to do. I nod for him to come back. He walks over slowly. L’il Bit leans forward to kiss me. At the last second, I turn my head slightly so he kisses my cheek. Embarrassed, he starts to pull away. I grab him and pull him close. I kiss his neck. As much as I want to kiss him it would ruin the illusion.

L’il Bit leaves out the back door. I clean up the mess in the living room and entry. I decide to go for a short run. On my way back, I stop by some of the neighbors talking in the street. One of them comments how much he loves Saturday morning. I couldn’t agree more. Saturdays are great.

Unexpected Surprises

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.