Dreams do come true

Bo’s parents planned yet another long weekend at the beach during our Spring break from school and, of course, invited me to join them.

No, that isn’t right. They insisted I join them for the full four days. And, they made sure to plan the trip early enough that Bo and I could both get time off from work.

We couldn’t work out any private time at home this time like we had back in the summer. The last time we went to the beach with his parents, Bo developed a plan to get us a couple days at his house alone both before and after we spent a few days at the beach. It was a wonderful time to explore each other without interruption.

This time, we didn’t have a choice but to drive down the same day his parents went, Wednesday, and return on Sunday. At least, they were cool with me driving my Jeep separate from their car.

“You know, there’s a beach just a couple miles down the island you boys might like,” Bo’s mother said as we were unloading my Jeep at their beach house. “Seaside Beach might be just up your alley.”

I’d heard of Seaside. But I couldn’t place the connection.

“I think Seaside might be the nude beach I’ve heard rumors about,” Bo told me excitedly once we were alone in our room. “Mom must know something!”

“There’s no way,” I protested. “How could she know anything about us being nudists or – anything else?”

“Why are you telling us about a nude beach, Mom?” Bo asked as we all took our first walk down to the water.

“Oh, Honey. We know you boys like to hang out at the pool naked,” she said in that nonchalant-I’ve-always-known way that Mom’s have. “I forgot something one day last summer and went back home and saw you two out by the pool. It’s OK. There’s nothing wrong with it. How do you think I know about Seaside? Your father and I go down there all the time. It’s part of the reason we spend so much time at the beach.”

“You’ve been to a nude beach?!” Bo’s eyes were as wide as mine. I just didn’t say anything.

“Of course,” she answered. “It’s fun. We go down there almost every time we come to the beach.”

“O – K.” Bo obviously was having trouble processing.

“I also know there’s a spot about a half-mile down from the beginning of the nude beach that’s reserved as an unofficial gay beach,” she said. “You might want to check that out.”

“Mom! What are you – ?!” Bo practically screamed. “I don’t know what you’re – .”

“Bo, I know,” his mom cut him off. “I’ve known about you for a long time, Baby. I just figured out Jim over the last few months. It’s OK, Honey. We’re fine with it. You be you. And, we couldn’t ask for a better person for you to be you with than Jim.

“Honey, you know we love you like our third son,” she said, turning to me. I was wide-eyed and speechless. I could feel my entire body turning bright red. “It’s easy to see that you and Bo are the best of friends and that’s the best place to start a real relationship.”

She moved in to hug us both together. In our shock, we didn’t really hug her back.

“Is – Dad cool with – ?” Bo started.

“He’s fine with everything,” Bo’s mom said. Bo’s dad already was at the water’s edge. “He loves you boys and just wants you to be happy.”

Bo and I spent another hour – at least – in silence.

“How could she know?” I asked. “We’ve always been careful. I mean, I understand how she could accidentally see us at the pool. But, she couldn’t have – .”

“We spend every waking minute together,” Bo said. “And, like Bobby told me, I’m not really hiding it that well. I guess, I’m not surprised she knows about me. She’s not stupid. She should be able to put it all together – all the time we spend together, going out on weekends, naked by the pool, taking showers together. Who wouldn’t be able to figure it out?”

“OK,” I said, thinking it through. “Obviously, – thankfully, she’s accepting and supportive. That says a lot. Now we know we don’t have to hide around your parents.”

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know about walking around my parents holding your hand or kissing you goodbye while they’re in the living room,” Bo said. “I mean, I don’t know how to be open about our relationship with my parents.”

“We’ve been open with other people,” I said. “We’ve held hands in public and been on double dates with other gay couples. There’s no telling how many people actually know about us – or think they do.”

“But, it’s different when it’s my parents. What if it were your parents? They’ve never had any reason to question your sexuality. They’ve never seen us naked at the pool or have any knowledge of how often we take showers together.”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But they do know how much time I spend with you – and the fact I haven’t said a word about a girl I might like all year. And Mom’s always asking about that. There’s a chance they’re beginning to wonder about me.”

“Well, are you ready to come out to them?” Bo asked. “Can we go walk through the house to your bedroom holding hands?”

“Maybe,” I said after thinking a minute. “Maybe I can find a way to tell my parents how close we are. I think they’ll be cool with it.”

“That’s easy to say when we’re three hours away,” Bo argued.

“I understand what you’re getting at, Bo. And I know it’s a big deal to you,” I explained. “But she seemed really cool about everything. She didn’t care that we were hanging out in your backyard naked or spending a lot of time together – naked. She has to know what that means. If we were a straight couple, she’d be freaking out.”

“I guess so,” he admitted. “It’s just –.”

“I know. It’s going to take some getting used to,” I said. “For all of us. Maybe, when we get home we’ll spend more time at my house and let my parents slowly get used to the idea of us spending a lot of time together.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Bo said. “We haven’t fucked in your bed yet.”

“But, don’t lose sight of the fact that your mom also just told us about something we’ve been dreaming about for a year,” I said. “There’s a nude beach just a few miles from here! And, not just a nude beach, a gay nude beach! What are we waiting for?”

Twenty minutes later, we were parking in a small, nondescript lot surrounded by dunes. Thirty or forty other cars were parked there as we grabbed our backpacks filled with towels, sunscreen, water bottles, extra t-shirts, and – just in case – lube.

We walked along a boardwalk through an opening in the dunes toward the ocean.

Just to our right as we neared the end of the boardwalk, we could see people dotting a relatively barren stretch of beach. But it quickly became apparent to us that the people we could see were completely naked.

Bo looked back at me with a smile at about the same instant I noticed the sign that declared we were entering a clothing-optional area. We’d found our Heaven.

We stopped to pull our t-shirts and Speedos off the second our feet hit the sand.

Once they were stuffed into our bags, our eyes met.

“Bo-Bo, we’re finally naked on a beach,” I said.

“Oh, Daddy,” he groaned, sliding a hand up my side. “We’re finally home.”

Bo stepped close and leaned up to kiss me.

I had chosen to wear my shiny steel ball ring. It gleamed in the sunlight as it made my sac hang and swing with every step.

“God! That’s hot!” Bo said when he noticed it. “I didn’t think about wearing jewelry. I should have worn my leather cock ring.”

“Yeah, you should have,” I said. “That would have looked amazing out here.”

“I guess it’s OK to wear something like that out here.”

“Why wouldn’t it be OK?” I asked. “If it’s OK to be naked, it’s OK to wear anything.”

“I’ll wear my leather for you tomorrow, Daddy,” Bo said as he slipped his hand into mine.

We walked for at least a half-mile passing naked men, women, and children of every age imaginable. I was constantly reminded of my own state of dress as my cock bounced and bobbled back and forth across the beach. My stainless steel ball ring kept my balls bouncing from side to side. I loved the feeling.

I couldn’t help noticing the various body types that littered the beach. There were fat men and women; thin men and women; women with enormous, fake breasts; women with small natural tits; men with heavy, round bellies, tiny dicks, and invisible balls; skinny men with long, fat cocks that stretched nearly to their knees. There were several black couples, some male-female, some male-male. The women were unremarkable. But the men all seemed to have enormous, long, thick cocks that looked to be half-hard but hung straight down.

We passed a few couples who were making out on their towels or blankets. Some men were obviously more than half-hard.

From what I saw, I deduced that open sexual contact might be frowned upon. But, the natural response to being naked and seeing other people naked – especially in men – might not be taboo.

I could feel my cock responding to all the live nudity and soft-core porn. I didn’t dare look down at myself. But a quick glance at Bo showed me he was more than half-hard already. His fat stick wobbled in front of him as he walked. I was starting to like seeing his cock bounce and move as he walked – and the effect it was having on my own sex.

“We need to keep going,” I said. “We need to find the gay beach. Then, we’ll be home.”

Finally, we made our way to our destination, the gay beach. There was no form of demarcation. We just stopped seeing heterosexual couples. The people there weren’t much different from the ones we’d already passed.

There were men and women of every conceivable size and shape. They also were enjoying each other without any regard for passersby.

Several men were lightly stroking their partners’ cocks. A few women were kissing and caressing each other.

“It appears that, even down here, it isn’t a free-for-all,” I commented.

“No,” Bo replied. “Looks like there are unwritten rules about just having open sex on the beach.”

“That’s OK, though,” I said. “We’re still naked on a beach in public. And, we can hold hands and kiss and rub each other.”

“It’s as perfect as we’re going to get,” Bo said, wrapping an arm around me pulling me tight.

I noticed only one or two other men wearing either a cock ring on their cock and balls together or a ball ring. I was little surprised. I thought I’d see more personal jewelry.

Of course, there were a lot of pierced nipples and even a Prince Albert piercing.

I noticed more than a couple people – men and women – watch us walk by, their eyes scanning the full length of our bodies, usually stopping at our cocks.

Within two minutes, we found a reasonable spot more or less in the thick of the activity of which we couldn’t get enough. Once our towels were laid out, Bo immediately wanted to take pictures of me.

By the time he stopped, he’d taken dozens of shots of me posing naked on the beach, flaccid, half-hard, fully erect, playing with myself, holding my ringed balls, and doing nothing but lying back.

“Maybe later you can get some shots of me walking in the water,” I suggested.

I couldn’t help but notice his thick hard-on casting its intriguing shadow on his thigh.

“I wish we could take care of each other,” I said.

“Me too.” Bo reached out to caress and stroke my still-hard meat.

As if on cue, we both leaned in to kiss for a couple minutes.

When we finally sat back and began scanning the beach, we started to really notice the other men around us. There were men of every conceivable age group. There were older men with gray hair sometimes in pairs or groups of pairs, and sometimes paired with obviously younger men.

We saw men in their twenties, thirties, forties, you name it.

They all were completely naked. Some had full-body tans. Some were paper-white. But most had contrasting tan lines to one degree or another.

That’s when I was reminded that Bo and I didn’t really have tanlines any more. Though our tans from the previous summer had faded some, our naked summer had helped to eradicate the tanlines we had cultivated in summers past.

The effect made me see us as being among the upper echelon of nude beach-goers. We were able to tan in the nude even when we weren’t on a nude beach. Obviously, not everyone could say that.

Many people were in good shape. Some were heavy and hairy. Most were just average. A few obviously were body builders much like the customers of my gym.

The men who were wading in the water together and standing around talking were mostly flaccid.

Many of the ones lying on their towels were at least half-hard from watching other men, or from being lightly caressed by their partners.

We saw a few men trying to jack off either themselves or their partner under the cover of a towel.

When I noticed so many men openly touching each other, I reached over without looking and found Bo’s fat cock and began stroking him softly, slowly.

“This is amazing, Bo,” I whispered in awe.

“We’re in Heaven, Daddy!” Bo replied.

I leaned over and pushed my tongue into his mouth as I continued rubbing his already throbbing cock.

Several minutes later, we both were close to cumming.

“We should go to the water,” I suggested. “We can either finish each other or lose our erections.”

“I know,” Bo capitulated. “I wish we could just go down on each other right here. But, – that doesn’t seem to be acceptable.”

We spent several minutes chest-deep in the water kissing and caressing. No matter how hard we tried, neither of us could finish. But, by the time we waded out and headed to our towels, we both were bobbling straight, stiff meat before our naked bodies, both aching to cum.

We spent another couple hours alternating between laying in the sun, kissing and caressing in the sun, and kissing and caressing in the water.

“Do you want to go back to the house?” I asked. “Maybe your parents are on the beach and we can get some time to ourselves in our room.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Bo didn’t hesitate to begin packing up our stuff.

“Bo, is that your mom?” I asked minutes later.

“What? Where? Holy shit! What are they doing here?”

Bo’s parents were sitting on a blanket right in the middle of the mixed nude beach area. They were as naked as we were.

“Maybe they won’t see us,” Bo dreamed as he pushed me farther inland away from their position.

“Bo! Jim! Over here!”

Of course, she saw us. And, of course, we had to go over and talk to them.

“What do you think of the nude beach?” Bo’s mom asked. “Did you like the gay end? Were there many people down there?”

“It was fine, Mom.” Bo clearly was embarrassed and just wanted to be anywhere else.

“I’m glad you boys finally went down there,” she said. “You need to get out and mingle a little with people with the same interests.”

I was shocked at how hot Bo’s mom was. She looked like a slightly older Cheryl Tiegs from the 70s Sports Illustrated bathing suit issues. She was ridiculously hot.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she tried to have a conversation with Bo. I could feel a slight twinge in my cock as we stood there.

“We’ll be here for a couple more hours, at least.” I heard Bo’s mom say. “You boys can have some time in the house to yourselves.”

“Mom!” Bo exclaimed.

“Dude, your mom is so hot!” I admitted to Bo as we walked away. “I had no idea!”

“Don’t get any ideas!”

“What am I going to do, make a play for my gay boyfriend’s hot mom?” I asked. “I’m just surprised. I guess, I’ve never seen her in a bikini before. I just didn’t realize how beautiful and sexy she is!”

“Shut up, already!”

“It’s OK, Bo-Bo. I’ll make it up to you at the house,” I assured him. “I’ll make you cum in your daddy’s throat and make it all better.”

“Damn right, you are!”

“Mmh, Bo-Bo,” I said as I dropped down onto the deck on my back, tired of posing for his camera. “Come here and straddle me. Let Daddy suck my boy off right here practically in public.”

Releasing a quiet moan, Bo quickly set his camera on a bench before swinging his leg over my torso and walking up my body on his knees. His thick, hard cock swayed side to side as he waddled.

“Y’know, we aren’t exactly in public,” he corrected me.

“This is as close as we’re going to get,” I breathed as I leaned up to find his groin. “If not for this tall grass, we’d be visible to somebody.”

The back deck of the house had open railing that would allow someone to see us from the beach if not for the three to four foot tall grass that grew in the dunes between us and the beach.

My tongue found the base of Bo’s fat meat and glided lovingly up to his frenulum where I played and boxed and swirled all over my lover’s cock head.

He leaned down until he was parallel to the deck and me. He slowly lowered his stiff tube into my mouth as I slid my tongue along his underside.

When my nose hit his close-shaved groin, I closed my lips down on the base of his shaft and sucked as hard as I could, milking his cock head with the back of my tongue.

Bo immediately caught on and began humping my face, pumping his cock in and out of my head as I sucked his life from him.

We both grunted with every thrust as his fat head banged against the back of my throat. My hands searched his bare back and ass cheeks.

In just a few seconds, Bo slammed his groin against my face, his cock bruising the back of my mouth as it bent ever so slightly down my throat.

I could feel his pulse pounding against my tongue and throat.

He was grunting loudly as if we were in private.

I sucked and hummed against his cock as much as I could until I felt the first surge of his thin cum blast against my throat.

With that, Bo began a rapid, powerful hump against my face. I closed my mouth and sucked as hard as I could to pull every drop of semen from my boyfriend’s cock.

In a minute, Bo was down to a trickle as we both were panting and dripping with sweat. He was nearing collapse, holding himself off me with his elbows just above my head.

As we both felt his cock begin to shrink, he rolled over to my side. I rolled to face him as he slid down to put his face in front of mine.

“God! That was intense, Bo-Bo,” I panted.

“I love it outside, Daddy,” he panted. “Especially when we’re so close to being seen by other people. That might have been the most amazing blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“Mmh. Your cock is so hot and tasty, Bo-Bo,” I moaned. “I don’t know if it’s the beach or the danger of being seen or everything combined. But that was so – .”

“I know, Daddy,” Bo breathed into my ear. “Thank you so much!”

A couple hours later, after we’d showered and jacked each off again, Bo’s parents finally returned from the nude beach.

“Did you two have fun?” his mom asked. She was clearly only wearing a t-shirt when she bent over to set her bag down. Bo’s dad had on shorts. But, I could see he was swinging loose under the fabric.

After a few pleasantries were exchanged and Bo headed to the kitchen, his mother still wanted to talk.

“Jim, where did you get that ring you were wearing this afternoon?” she asked. “I really liked that. I might want Robert to try one of those.”

I noticed she glanced at my groin. I was wearing only a very tight Speedo, making the heavy ring just as obvious as if I were completely naked.

“Are you still wearing it?” she asked. “It looks great in that suit!”

“Uh,” I could feel my face redden. My boyfriend’s mom was staring at and complimenting my junk. “Yeah. I try to wear it as much as I can.”

I didn’t want to tell her that her other son’s gay boyfriend had taken me to an adult store. But, I didn’t know what else to say.

“I got it at that adult store out on the highway,” I explained. “They have several different sizes. You’ll have to measure to get the right one.”

“Really? Robert and I might have to check out that store,” she said. “We’ve never been out there.”

“You need some lube,” I whispered into his mouth as our lips parted.

We’d been making out for almost an hour in our room after returning from dinner with Bo’s parents.

I caught his questioning look just before I kissed my way down his naked chest to lick over his stiff shaft before swallowing it whole.

“Daddy!” Bo squealed as my lips and tongue closed around and gripped his brown cock.

His back arched as I pushed my nose into his groin and worked his head and shaft with my tongue and throat.

It took only a minute or two of fucking my friend with my mouth for his ass to clench tight and his hips to thrust up into my face.

In seconds, Bo pumped long thin streams of his milky cum into my mouth and down my throat.

For once, I was able to swallow or otherwise keep every drop in my mouth.

I finally lay my head down on his heaving stomach as I let his pulsing cock shrink its way out of my mouth.

“I can’t believe you just gave me a blowjob with my parents just next door,” Bo said as I lifted up several minutes later.

I shifted up to lie beside him and kissed him.

“I’m starting to like the feeling of danger when we don’t know if we’re about to be caught,” I admitted.

“I’d love to return the favor,” Bo said, sliding his hand down my side to find my limp cock. It was dribbling pre-cum onto the bed.

“Can you be quiet enough for me to fuck you with your parents in the other room?” I asked..

“Oh, God! Daddy! Don’t tempt me,” he said. “I wish!”

“How do you want it?” I asked. “On your knees, or do you want to ride me?”

“I wish I could have both,” he said, grabbing my growing cock to pull me into a kiss.

“Pick one for tonight and we’ll do the other tomorrow,” I said.

“Do me on my knees tonight, Daddy,” he whispered into my chest as he kissed his way to my face. “I’ll ride you tomorrow.”

After a quick kiss on my lips, Bo moved and swallowed my half-hard cock and began sucking and stroking me to an intense hard-on in less than a minute.

While he was working on me, I prepped a syringe of lube for his eager ass.

When he was satisfied with my level of hardness, he rolled over and presented his naked ass to me. I pushed a load of lube inside him to a sensual gasp.

I dutifully dropped to my knees and began sliding my stiff meat up and down along his crack to his retracting balls.

I bent down to give his right cheek a kiss and a bite before pushing my head forcefully against his puckered hole.

“Aahh!” he squealed as I pushed into his slick hole.

I didn’t stop until our balls banged together and his ass cheeks were mashed against my thighs.

“That’s my boy, Bo-Bo!” I said as I bottomed out. “Give your daddy everything.”

Bo arched his back and threw his head back.

I pulled out and slid back in slowly. This time I bent over to reach around and find his hanging cock and balls.

I groped and squeezed his tightening balls for a few strokes of my cock into his ass before switching to his growing dick.

I squeezed and stroked Bo in time with my own strokes. He already was leaking pre-cum.

“Daddy!” he squealed. “Give me everything! God! You’re so amazing!”

“Be quiet, Bo-Bo,” I whispered into his ear before kissing and licking his back as I slowly gave my boyfriend long, slow strokes from tip to balls.

I straightened up and began pumping into him faster as I pulled his hips against mine.

“Oh! God! Bo-Bo!” I grunted quietly as I felt my pulse increase and my abs throb.

I continued my full-length strokes. But the speed was making my balls slap loudly against Bo’s hairless taint.

Every breath was a deep grunt for both of us until I suddenly froze as all my muscles contracted at once when my orgasm finally exploded into my lover’s body.

Bo gasped loudly in turn and jumped. His entire body was tense. His ass caught and squeezed my pulsing cock from his sphincter well into his anal cavity.

My cock pumped wad after wad of thick cum into him as he milked more and more from me.

Our reactions were automatic. We both convulsed and squeezed and humped and pumped. His ass pulled and sucked as my cock pushed and pumped and exploded.

It was the most amazing, most intense sex we’d ever had.

I finally dropped down to lay my chest on Bo’s back and wrap my arms around his sweaty chest. I slid one hand down to his groin and found a still stiff cock sticky and oozing cum. He’d sent streams of sperm on to the bed just as I filled his ass with my own seed.

“Oh, God! Bo,” I breathed. “That was amazing!”

“Daddy,” Bo breathed quietly. “I love you so much!”

“Bo-Bo, you’re my whole world,” I replied as Bo began caressing my shrinking balls.

I let him play for a minute before slowly pulling my limp meat out of my boyfriend.

As soon as we were separated, Bo rolled over beneath me and pulled me down into a deep kiss. I was too spent to resist and let myself drop on to his hairy torso.

We kissed like that long enough for our lips to begin to go numb.

“Let’s go rinse off,” Bo suggested.

After a quick shower, we returned to bed and fell into a deep naked sleep wrapped around each other.

By the time we woke up the next morning, Bo’s parents were gone – either to breakfast or to the beach.

“How do you feel about a blowjob out on the deck?” I asked.

“I’ll take a blowjob anywhere you’re willing to give it, Daddy.” Bo said. “But, a good ass-filling is better than anything.”

“God! I’d love to give you what you want,” I agreed. “How can we be sure we have time for that? Who knows when your parents might be back?”

“Please, just fuck me, Daddy!” Bo begged. “It takes you five minutes to cum in my ass. It’ll take longer for me to get cleaned out.”

A quick, sensual shower later, Bo was straddling me out on the deck almost in full view of the few families already on the beach.

Neither of us held back as we squealed and screamed at the intense sensations of being filled or squeezed in our sensual, passionate love-making.

“God! Bo!” I gasped. “I love fucking you out here! It’s so hot!”

“Daddy! I love feeling your cock inside me anywhere!”

“Bo-Bo!” I whispered as I planted my lips on his.

I heard the sound of Bo’s parent’s car pulling in under the house just as we were walking cum- and lube-covered from the deck to the bathroom.

“Your parents are back,” I said as we made it to the bathroom.

“That’s OK,” he replied. “They apparently don’t have a problem with us showering together.”

“They don’t seem to have a problem with us doing anything together, Bo,” I said. “Your mom, at least, is cool with anything we might do together.”

“I know,” he said. “But, I’m not sure I want to test that right now.”

“Well, your mom will ask if we want to go either to lunch or to dinner with them today,” I said. “When she does, we should accept and make sure we hold hands a little bit. That’ll be a good test of how much they accept our relationship. If they don’t care that we hold hands in public, they’re cool with it. If they say something, we’ve got some work to do.”

“I love how smart you are, Daddy,” Bo said.

“I love how fucking hot you are, Hercules.” I leaned down and gave my boyfriend a deep kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

Sure enough, Bo’s hot mom asked if we wanted to join them for lunch later. We accepted, of course, and set a time for one o’clock that afternoon.

Since it was only ten a.m., Bo’s parents headed down to the beach for a while.

Bo and I grabbed our phones and towels and drove down to the nude beach.

Since we couldn’t walk through the parking lot naked, we pushed our Speedos off in the Jeep and wrapped our towels around our waists until we made our way to the sign announcing complete freedom.

I glanced often at Bo’s fat cock bobbling against his brown thighs as we walked past naked families setting up camp for the day. I caught him stealing glances at my own meat and occasionally glistening chrome ring hanging from my balls.

“I wish we could make out on the beach,” he said, sliding his fingers between mine. “I really want to suck your cock out here.”

“I wish we could, too,” I agreed. Wouldn’t it be great to have the same privacy here that we had in the mountains?”

‘Oh! We definitely have to go back to the mountains this summer,” Bo demanded. “As often as we can. Just imagine how much fun it’s going to be now! I would love to fall asleep under the star with your hot cock in my ass!”

“I’m not sure that’s possible,” I said. “But, I’d love to try.”

Bo let go of my hand to slide his arm around my waist and pull me close. My left hand happened to fall just in front of his cock and balls. I let my fingers close on his smooth package for a few steps.

“Mmh! That’s nice, Daddy,” he purred, pushing his head against my shoulder.

I saw a few people notice us as we walked by. But they paid little attention.

Once we were in the gay area, we quickly found a spot to drop our things and jogged into the surf.

We splashed and played for a while. But, it didn’t take too long for Bo to end up with his arms and legs wrapped around me in chest-deep water.

Our cocks quickly grew erect, Bo’s against my stomach, mine sliding between his spread ass cheeks.

“God! I wish I could drop down on to you, Daddy!” he panted as he pressed his forehead against mine. “It would be so amazing to get fucked right here in the ocean in front of all these people!”

“I don’t know what the salt water might do to you,” I countered, “or what the lack of lube would do to me.”

“Please, just give me a few strokes,” he begged, reaching down to guide my thin shaft to his waiting hole.

I pulled at Bo’s ass cheeks as my head made contact and pressed against his already throbbing sphincter.

We both squinted as I lowered my friend. He pushed himself down at the same time.

We both gasped and jumped as the pressure built and my flared head finally pushed past the tight barrier of his ass hole.

“Oh! God! Bo!” I tried to scream, though breathless.

“Daddy!” he gasped into my ear.

I slowly lifted his torso and, then, lowered it again – and again.

Bo grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me passionately as his body moved up and down in the waves.

It took only a handful of tight strokes before I felt my orgasm growing. My abdomen clenched. My own ass hole contracted.

“Bo!” It sounded like a whimper, like I was begging for something.

My entire body went numb as my cock exploded. It felt like the head blew completely off.

I felt burst after burst of thick cum pulse through and out of my cock.

Bo squealed as if in response. I felt the heat of his own thin sperm coat my clenched abdomen even in the cold ocean water.

I stood perfectly still. Bo dropped his head down on to mine. My forehead was on his shoulder. Our breath was ragged.

I could feel my cum still pulsing through the shaft of my aching cock, pushing more and more semen into my friend’s body.

“Daddy,” Bo whispered as the waves rolled past our bodies.

It took us another few minutes to calm down, catch our breath, and for me to finally stop pumping cum into his ass.

I carefully lifted Bo up off my dying meat as he released the death grip of his legs.

We both gasped again when my limp cock head pulled through his still tight sphincter.

I noticed several people watching us as we slowly walked out of the water. Some were smiling. A couple nodded as I caught their eyes.

Our cocks limp and spent, a man about the same age as Bo’s father approached us. He was deeply tanned with a covering of white hair. Attractive for his age, he sported a deep brown cock that hung somewhere between mine and Bo’s, average length, average thickness. But, it was uncut with a long tube of foreskin hanging below the bulge of his head.

“Y’know, you really aren’t supposed to do that on this beach,” he said to us quietly. “But, that was hot as fuck! You boys must have something very special.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied smiling. We do.”

“Just – take it easy,” he said. “If the wrong people see you, you could go to jail.”

“Thank you,” Bo said shyly as we left the water.

An hour later, we were in the shower together. Bo quickly dropped to his knees to give me a long, sensual blowjob that had me sending a thin load against his throat in a couple minutes.

Our mouths found each other and we kissed deeply between long gulps of air.

When we finally dried off and made it to our bed, I worked my way down my boyfriend’s thin body to find his thick cock with my hand and mouth.

“Mmh, Daddy,” he moaned as I coaxed his meat to life.

In two minutes, I was furiously bouncing my head up and down on his groin. His short, fat cock beat against the back of my throat several times a second. I could feel his pulse racing as I heard his grunting moans and gasps for air.

“Daddy!” Bo screamed as he blew a hot stream of thin cum against my throat.

I jacked his shaft to milk him dry as I sucked and swallowed every drop he could provide.

We spent almost every hour of daylight over the next two days naked in the sun on that beach. As I drove us home at the end of the week, we made a promise to each other that we would split our vacations between being nude on the shores of my mountain lake and being nude on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean.