Changes

by Mason Lee

  “Well, I hope the new guy or gal treats you better than Raul did. We wouldn't come here if it wasn't for you! You're funny and you keep the atmosphere of fun going! Some of the other bars around here are either too crazy or too straight for us! And at my age, I don't need to see titties to have a good time.” Edna liked to use the phrase “at my age”, even though she was probably the same age as Dylan's mother.

  Dylan took a beat and quipped, “I don't need to see titties either!” This made Edna and even Barb laugh. That made up for not telling the blowjob joke.

  “See Dylan!” said Edna, “it would not be the same here without you.”

  “Thanks for that,” said Dylan.

  Other patrons began coming over to the bar, so Dylan started waiting on them. The crowd that night was slow but steady. Dylan didn't feel busy, but there were too many people to drift off again thinking about that surfer. It was hardly enough to make him forget his throbbing cock in his pants. Dylan could feel it was soft but firm, but ready to go at any minute. At 2:30AM, he closed up the bar, counted his tips and went home.

  Dylan stripped off his clothes, grabbed some wine from the fridge, poured himself a glass, and laid down in bed. He reached down for a handful of his manhood. His cock felt soft and warm. After a day at the bar, bad or good, nothing made Dylan happier than rubbing one out just before bed. Dylan could feel some droplets of pre-cum forming around the head. He began gently stroking the shaft of his cock. He paused a moment to sip a glass of wine, and began stroking harder.

  As he yanked at his nine inches, he thought about that blond surfer's smooth chest and bubble butt. The thought of sticking his dick into that bubble butt gave Dylan an even bigger erection. He stroked and stroked until he felt a surge from his thighs. He pointed his cock back and sprayed his belly in thick, juicy cum. He had not cum since that morning so the day's build-up was sticky and warm. He finished his glass of wine, still covered in his own cum. He wanted to clean himself off, but the wine made him feel so relaxed. Soon, the wine and the masturbating had Dylan out like a light. He fell asleep naked, outside the covers of his bed.

  The next day, Dylan actually woke up before his alarm went off. He felt the dried cum covering his naked body, but other than that, he was feeling pretty good. He was especially happy with the knowledge that soon he would have a new boss. Dylan washed off and put some clothes on, ready for the day. Feeling good since he got a good night's sleep, he decided to go for a run on the beach before work. A little exercise before work usually kept him alert throughout the day and all night. Even though it was Sunday, it was still a busy day for Dylan at the bar. He turned on the coffee maker and got into the shower.

  Running on the beach was a favorite activity of Dylan's. He could expend some excess energy and watch for hotties on the beach at the same time. Dylan lived a block away from the beach. While living on the beach would be nice, it was twice as expensive and Dylan could still go to the beach whenever he felt like it. He didn't even have to get into his car. Dylan walked the block to the beach and down the small boardwalk to the beach. It was a really warm day, with a slight beach breeze. Dylan loved the quiet sounds of waves. The beach near his house was a little off the beaten path, so not too many tourists tended to crowd there. There were plenty of beach areas closer to the hotels down the block. It made for a pretty idyllic spot for running.

  Dylan started with a slow jog that soon increased into a full run. As Dylan started running at a steady speed, he started to notice any people on the beach. Children, women, and, of course, guys. On a particularly deserted patch of beach, Dylan spotted a man with two small children. He was older than Dylan, perhaps 30. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of black swim trunks. The man's body was totally lean and tight, with a firm stomach and pecs. His chest was mostly hairless, but with a light brown happy trail of fur on his flat stomach. He had dark hair, cropped close to his head. The man looked around for a moment, and Dylan could notice his bright blue eyes. The man looked up at Dylan, making eye contact for a moment, and then immediately looked down. Dylan tried to see if he could make eye contact one more time as he passed by, but the man refused to look up.

  At 30, the man wasn't that much older than Dylan. However, in terms of the guys Dylan bedded, he was. Dylan found it was easiest to get the boys younger than him in bed. It was like older guys were not into him. Occasionally, he would get a clumsy come-on from a much older man at the bar, but none of them ever looked like this guy. Dylan just often went for the easy lay, and younger guys were horny but usually lacked much confidence. Dylan seemed more experienced to them, and they made for a ripe target. The younger guys were usually fun to kiss and fondle, their young hot bodies always in their prime. However, many of them were only so-so in the sack. They were often too eager and came too quickly. Dylan usually had to teach them a thing or two before the evening was over. Dylan was really craving someone with more experience than him. The guy on the beach hit home that Dylan was really craving an older guy. As Dylan was running, he could not shake the idea of that man out of his head. He started feeling horny and exhilarated from running.

  Dylan channeled his newly charged up sexual energy into his running. Dylan began sprinting until he finally had to stop to catch his breath. Dylan started breathing heavy and bent over to try to get some oxygen in his lungs. Running did not quite take away Dylan's active libido but at least his mind could slow it down a bit. Dylan peeled off his shirt, revealing his bare, hot torso. The run had really gotten Dylan all hot and bothered. Dylan turned around and began walking back to the original spot where he began his run. He was sweaty, walking with his shirt off, feeling the warm breeze of the beach. Dylan felt like he could use a shower and some time to express the contents of his engorged genitals. Dylan could feel his hard cock rubbing up against his running shorts.

  As Dylan returned to the spot where originally spotted the hot man in the black bathing suit, he noticed a woman sitting instead with the children. She was wet as if she had just come out of the ocean. Dylan's curiosity was piqued but he kept walking. A few yards away from the lady and her children, Dylan decided the heat was too much. He would get into the ocean for a bit and cool off. He stripped down to his underwear, a pair of blue boxer briefs, and walked into the ocean. Sometimes late at night, Dylan liked to skinny dip. However, during the day, he never knew who might be watching him, since none of the beaches in Cape Shoals were technically nude.

  When Dylan finally got knee-deep, he let himself fall into the water. It was cool and refreshing. He noticed a figure in the distance walking towards him. He hadn't really seen many people nearby on the beach, so he was a little surprised to see someone so close. As the person moved closer, he realized it was the man in the black swimsuit. Dylan's pulse quickened again as the man approached closer.

  The man got really close to Dylan and smiled. “Hi, I'm Jason.”

  “Hi Jason. I'm Dylan.” Dylan got up from the water and got close to Jason. Up close, Jason was even more attractive than Dylan realized. Jason eyes were this penetrating deep blue that made Dylan want to look deep in them. Jason was taller than Dylan, six foot three or perhaps six foot four. Dylan could also get a better look at Jason's body: he was built like an Olympic swimmer. It was all lean muscle, not an ounce of fat.

  “Hi, Dylan. I like that name.” Dylan and Jason grinned at each other again. Was Jason hitting on him? Dylan was not fully sure what to think.

  “Soooo....you in the ocean for a swim or you want have some fun?” Suddenly, it hit Dylan all at once - Jason wanted a quick hook-up. Dylan had heard that some gay guys messed around on the beach, and even out in the ocean. However, Dylan always assumed it was older, uglier guys and closet cases. If he knew some of the guys looked like Jason, he might have tried it already.

  Since Dylan didn't seem to have a ready answer to Jason's question, Jason decided to help himself. He grabbed the wet waistband of Dylan's underwear, pulling it down far enough to reveal Dylan's massive cock. He began r
ubbing it with his hand. Dylan glanced around for a moment to notice if anyone was watching. No one was.

  “My God, you got an anaconda in there!” Jason exclaimed. It didn't take much for Dylan to get hard. The warm air and a hot guy giving him a hand job made Dylan's cock hard as a rock. Jason took that as a sign it was time to suck, gleefully taking Dylan's cock into his mouth. He sucked on Dylan's cock like he had been on a diet and was finally indulging himself with a nice meal. Dylan moaned in appreciation at Jason's eager mouth.

  Jason pulled down his own pants to reveal his swelling cock and sucked on Dylan's cock even harder. Dylan leaned back his head and let Jason work him over. The warm breeze washed over his face and body. Jason was apparently an expert in giving blowjobs. Dylan could feel his loins getting warm and a surge coming from his testicles. Dylan felt like he was close to cumming.

  “I think I'm almost there...” said Dylan. Jason began sucking harder. Dylan felt the dam break and blew his load right into Jason's mouth. Jason did not mind at all, and happily swallowed Dylan's cum and proceeded to lick off any remaining cum from the tip of Dylan's cock.

  “Now do me....” said Jason, putting his cock in Dylan's face. Jason had a pretty nice cock. A good seven and a half inches and girthy, Dylan was more than happy to stick it in his mouth. Now it was Jason's turn to moan in appreciation. As Dylan sucked, he wondered for a moment who the woman and the children were. A wife? A sister? Dylan did not notice a wedding ring on Jason's finger. He would probably have to ask after they were done; his curiosity was getting the better of Dylan. For now, he just enjoyed rolling around a nice cock in his mouth. Jason seemed especially sensitive towards the tip, and that became Dylan's concentration. Jason's breath quickened every time Dylan made a sweeping move with his tongue. Jason grasped for air, trying to catch up with his own body's enjoyment. However, Dylan had decided it was too much fun watching Jason struggle in ecstasy.

  In between breaths, Jason said, “God, Dylan, you're really good at th-...” Before Jason could finish his thought, cum spewed from Jason's cock, into Dylan's mouth and onto his face. While he wasn't planning on it, Dylan took it in stride, swallowing the cum and wiping the rest away with his hands, and dipping it into the ocean, washing away any remains. It was Dylan's own fault, really. He should have let Jason catch his breath.

  “I'm so sorry, Dylan. I wasn’t prepared for it either. Man, that was hot though. Best blow job of my life.” Jason grinned.

  “Don't worry about it. That WAS fun.” Dylan began pulling the waist of his underwear. He was wet and covered in small spots with sand. Dylan could also feel the remains of drying cum around the corners of his mouth.

  “Who says it's over? Wanna fuck? I need more Dylan inside me.”

  Dylan was not ready to be done with Jason either, but he was feeling waterlogged. “Can we go someplace? I'm over the ocean.”

  “You read my mind. I have a car parked in a quiet spot, not far from here. It has a big back seat.”

  Dylan didn't even have to think about it. “Sure.”

  Dylan followed Jason as he walked towards the beach. As they got to the shore, Jason looked at him and said, “One second, I just got to talk to someone. Just keep heading to the walkway. The car is this way.” Jason disappeared for a second, as Dylan made his way up to the walkway. He was about to walk up when Jason reappeared. “Ready?” said Jason.

  Jason's car was a rather large station wagon, perfect for day tripping to the beach. Jason opened the back passenger door and lay down on the seat. Dylan went in after him, shutting the door. Dylan placed himself right above Jason, with most of his weight at the bottom half of his body. He had one arm wrapped around the headrest so he was slightly aloft. The bottom half of both guys were touching and Dylan could feel Jason's erection growing again. Dylan's cock was getting erect as well, touching Jason's already hard cock, with just a few pieces of cloth were separating the two. Dylan and Jason started kissing for the first time. Jason tasted salty, his tongue tasting like mixture of ocean water and cum. Jason's tongue slipped further and further back into Dylan's mouth, almost touching the back of his throat. Jason was hot for Dylan.

  They finally released and Jason pulled out a condom he had hidden in the nook on the door.

  “Fuck me, Dylan! I need that cock in my ass!”

  Dylan rolled off of Jason and temporarily onto the car floor. It was a tight fit, but Dylan managed to pull off his underwear and slid the condom onto his hard cock. Jason stripped off the black swimsuit and turned onto his belly. Jason got on all fours, sticking his ass in the air. Dylan climbed back onto the seat, mounting Jason from behind. Dylan slid his cock in gently, for he found sometimes that even experienced bottoms were not ready for Dylan's nine inches. However, Jason's ass readily grabbed hold of Dylan's cock. It took in almost Dylan's entire cock. Dylan began pumping at Jason's ass, trying to keep his head down so no one noticed the two of them fucking.

  “Oh yeah,” said Jason, “Right there. Harder.”

  Dylan pumped harder as Jason moaned his approval of Dylan's fucking skills. Jason grabbed his own dick and began stroking it as Dylan was inside him. Dylan felt his loins growing warm as reached closer to climax.

  “I'm almost there!”

  Dylan grunted as he could feel a second surge coming over his body. He heaved out a grunt and could feel cum filling the tip of the condom. He pulled out, allowing his body to expel the extra cum all over the back seat. Dylan slumped over, watching as Jason grabbed his own dick and finishing up, cumming as well in the same spot as Dylan. As he finished, Jason sat down and gave Dylan one last peck on the lips.

  “Yeah, that was great. Thanks, Dylan.”

  Dylan began gathering himself together, grabbing his wet underwear and sliding it onto his body. His curiosity was getting the better of him; he had to know more about Jason's life.

  “So, I have to ask, who are you with? Is that your wife?”

  Jason was getting dressed himself and looked a little surprise at Dylan's directness.

  “You mean the lady on the beach? No, no, nothing like that. I'm gay. She's my sister and the kids are my two nieces. I live in Chicago, and I have been visiting her. She doesn't live far from here. I've been here a week and I love my nieces, but I was starting to chafe under the pressure of constant family time. I told her let's come here because I heard it was a popular but low-key gay beach. She thinks I have been making some important business calls. I manage a flower shop in Chicago so it makes sense.” Jason winked at Dylan.

  They got out of the car and began to walk back towards the beach.

  “I am a bartender at the Cape Shoals Bar & Patio, if you ever want to visit,” said Dylan smiling.

  “Thanks! I think we're heading back soon, but maybe I'll come visit again before my stay is over. I might start chafing again.”

  Jason walked ahead of Dylan and began heading in the direction towards his sister. Dylan went into the opposite direction, gathering up the remainder of his clothes and heading back to his apartment for a shower. He wanted to wash off the sand and the cum all over his body before work.

  As Dylan was showering, he began thinking about Jason. He was pretty typical of Dylan's hook-ups, despite being a little older. He was attractive, gay, and only in town for a short amount of time. None of the guys he met ever seemed like “boyfriend” material. Most were not in town long enough to be considered for the long term. Dylan was also kind of ambivalent about finding a boyfriend; he was too busy having fun. Dylan felt he was too young to be in a serious relationship, plus working at a bar did not quite lend itself to monogamy. The hours were weird, and unless the guy was also a bartender or a waiter, they had very different schedules. Plus, guys were always hitting on Dylan in the bar. Boyfriends usually hate that. Plus, living in a resort town, new people were always coming through, looking for a cute guy like Dylan to make their vacation complete. The new, cute boys who came to the bar were easy pickings for Dylan.

  By the time Dylan got to
work, he was feeling good. A little exercise and a good clean out of his cock was just what he needed. That and another night Raul-free. Dylan was not sure if life could get any better. He got to the bar and began his set up, setting beers on ice, uncorking some wine, and pulling out his bottles for display at the back of the bar. Dylan had just finished setting things up, when he felt someone walking into the bar. It was definitely a male.

  “Hey there, hottie!”

  It was Brandon. Brandon often referred to Dylan as “hottie,” but Dylan never took it seriously. Brandon was one of his regulars, and secretly his favorite. Brandon worked at the inn down the street and spent most of his free time surfing. He was tall like Dylan and had the swimmer's build that most surfers get from hours of riding waves. He had a shaved head, brown eyes, and a hot smile. He'd usually show up in one of the tiny swim trunks he wore under his wetsuit, saying he hated wearing a wetsuit out of the water. Dylan always hoped to hook-up with Brandon one day, but Brandon usually showed up early, and left early, never allowing Dylan to get him drunk enough or to stay late enough to do anything about it. Plus, Brandon usually had at least one boyfriend at all times, sometimes two.

  “Hey Brandon! How you doing, babe?”

  “Ok, but I really need a drink. Just broke things off with Eli. He was nice, but I'm really into George.”

  “George? He's your co-worker at the inn?”

  “Yes, yes, George. It's only been two weeks but I have a good feeling.”

  “Your usual, by the way? Vodka tonic?” Dylan tried to remember all his regulars' orders, but some of them liked to switch it up a lot. However, Dylan could always get Brandon's order correct.

  “Of course! Yeah, George just started working at the front desk, and we kept making eyes at one another. Then one day, I spotted him in an empty room. Without saying a word, I walked into the room, and we sat on the bed and began to make out. We've been together ever since.”