by Van Barrett
I accepted his vitriol with a bob of my head. “Ouch.”
A long silence grew between us. I think that was the moment in which we both became resigned to our fates. Paul was fired from the only job he'd ever known because of me. And I was fired because I couldn't do a simple task, and ended up complicating everything by getting intimately involved with the mechanic.
In the end, we both ended up with nothing, and we were both heading nowhere.
We stared out into the ocean, watching the evening waves crash ashore and get sucked back out to sea again and again. Twilight passed, and the cobalt sky darkened. The last of the seagulls flapped their wings and took off, to wherever gulls go to retire for the night.
When the sky turned black and stars began to emerge (or what few stars you could see here, anyway), the last of the lingering beach bums took off, ready to enjoy the vibrant night life of Miami Beach. And then it was just me and Paul, alone on the beach—with a foot and a half of sand separating us, though it might as well have been an entire ocean.
“I'm sorry,” I told him quietly. Although I knew it didn't mean a thing.
Chapter 16
On the Beach
Paul
“I'm sorry,” Liam said under his breath.
Sorry. As if that word could make up for everything.
Truth was, I didn't even care so much that he'd been sent to bust us. I was pissed, because now I couldn't trust what had happened between us was real, and wasn't just some attempt to cozy up to me to get information.
I gave him a scowl. “Are you even gay, or was that a lie, too?”
“Fuck, Paul! I didn't like lying to you, you know.”
“Yeah, well, you're pretty good at it. And I notice you still haven't answered the question.”
“Oh, fuck off,” he snapped, turning his head away from me. But after a deep breath, he calmed. “Yes, I'm truly gay.”
“Bullshit. I don't even believe you. Everything else you've said was a lie, why wouldn't you lie about that, too?”
“Shut up,” Liam said indignantly. “It's not like you've told me everything either, you know.”
I grew amused. “Oh, really? What have I not told you?”
“I dunno … the fact that you're a felon, maybe? Grand theft auto ring a bell?”
Speechless, my jaw dropped.
And Liam twisted the knife. “What kind of mechanic steals cars, anyway?”
I rose to my feet and calmly dusted the sand off my ass. “Huh. So you've done your homework on me. Good for you. I bet you're real good at your job. Good luck with that report.”
With that, I started to walk. I was done with this guy. Fuck him, fuck his stupid lies, and fuck his stupid report that was going to get us both fired.
I must've made it ten feet before Liam was right back at my side. He grabbed my forearm and dug his heels into the sand, trying to stop me. But I just chugged forward, dragging him right through the sand with me.
“Paul, man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I'm an idiot. Paul, please!”
“Sorry? Yeah, right.”
I continued my march through the sand, dragging Liam every step of the way.
“Paul! Paul!”
“Let go of me,” I growled.
“No.”
I tried to jerk my arm free, but Liam held on, and he came crashing into my chest. Still, he didn't let go, and the two of us wrestled with each other.
“Let go,” I snarled again.
“No!”
“I said, let go!” I dropped my shoulder and tackled Liam, stapling his back to the beach. An oof escaped his lungs as his back hit the sand.
But even as I straddled a winded Liam, he wouldn't let go of my arms. He hung on with a death-grip.
“… I deserved that,” he said as he struggled to catch his breath.
I leaned closer. “Fuckin' right you did.”
“And I deserve a whole lot more, too,” he said, nodding submissively.
His hands loosened on me, and I felt the fight leave his body as he laid under me.
This is my chance to get up and go, I thought. I knew he wouldn't chase me again.
But something stopped me. Something didn't want me to go.
I shook my head at him. “Throwing my past in my face to hurt me is really fucking bush-league, dude. You don't even know what happened. Fuck that. Fuck that, Liam.”
Liam squeezed his eyes shut guiltily. “You're right.”
And then I felt it.
Something growing, something long and hard, burrowing under my ass cheeks.
“Liam.” I leaned back a few inches, my mouth opening with shock and outrage. “Are you seriously getting hard right now?”
Liam's brow grew heavy. Slowly, shamefully, he nodded.
I chuckled. “Wow. Wow, man.”
“I can't help it. It's just the weight of your body on top of mine,” he panted. And then he added in a sarcastic tone, “That's all. You know, since I'm obviously not really gay, and just pretending to be gay to trick you or something.”
“Shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes at him.
Liam thrashed from under me—now he wanted to go. Only now, it was me that wouldn't let him go. I grabbed hold of his wrists and pinned his arms above his head.
“Let me go,” Liam pleaded.
He panted rhythmically as he tried to free his arms from my grasp. But I was too strong. And puffs of his hot breath lured me closer, like a bee to the scent of a flower.
“No,” I said—and that word from my mouth surprised us both.
Gently, I eased forward. Liam resisted and turned his head away from me.
“Don't kiss me,” he warned.
But turning his head away had only made his neck vulnerable.
“Or else what?” I asked.
I planted my lips on his neck and sucked. Ticklish, he quivered beneath my mouth, and goosebumps sprang up all over his soft skin. I tasted the studded texture of his flesh with my lips, my tongue.
“I've already fucked your life up enough, Paul …”
“Stop it.”
I leaned in again, but this time, with my hand steadying his jaw, I didn't let him turn away. I took his lips in mine and claimed him. Each kiss was hot and guilty and wrong—but that didn't stop his lips from growing plump between mine. And it certainly didn't make the heat between us die down.
Something uncontrollable, something unstoppable was growing between us. Our bodies writhed in the sand as we kissed heavier, deeper.
Soon my hands weren't holding his wrists anymore—they were sneaking under his shirt, feeling the contours of his waist, running through the small patch of hair between his pecs, pinching and tugging at his nipples.
He rocked under me, thrusting his hips against mine. His stiffness passed between my ass cheeks, boring back and forth like a piston, until I was rock hard myself.
“Liam,” I whispered softly in his ear as my hand traveled lower. “You're so hard.”
I unzipped his jeans and slid my hand under his boxers. I took his warm, solid flesh into my fist and started to jerk it—right there, on the beach, under a moonless sky.
“Oh, God,” Liam panted breathlessly. “We shouldn't … not here … there's people around, Paul.”
I lifted my head and took a look around. Yeah, no one ever truly had the beach to themselves—but no one was all that close to us, either. Besides, it was dark, and only getting darker.
“They can't see a thing,” I told him.
With those words, his cock pulsed eagerly in my hand, and Liam let out a moan of surrender. “Oh my God.”
I grinned as I jerked him faster. “You like that?”
He didn't answer with words, but he didn't have to—the soft noises of pleasure that escaped him, and the look of pure ecstasy the washed over his face, told me that he didn't like it. He loved it, and his whole body sunk deeper into the sand as I stroked him.
He was getting close—but that wasn't what I wanted yet.
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bsp; “I don't want you to cum yet,” I told him.
I climbed off his body and knelt by his head, my knees sinking into the sand. Liam knew immediately what I wanted—and he stared expectantly at the bulge in my jumpsuit. Slowly, I pulled my zipper lower, revealing one inch of my throbbing member at a time. Finally, the zipper went below my balls, and my hard cock came spilling out, bobbing with heft just over Liam's face.
Nerves wrinkled his brow.
“Is the coast clear …?” he asked, his thirsty eyes locked on my dick.
I took a quick glance all around us.
“Yeah. Now suck it.”
With a lick of his lips, Liam obeyed. He stuck out his tongue and ran it along the underside of my shaft. With his innocent eyes peering up at me, he licked me from base to tip, until rippling veins sprawled all along my rock-hard manhood.
“Oh, that's so good,” I growled quietly.
Liam clenched his fist around my balls to steady my cock—and then he angled the tip of my dick into his mouth. I gasped and watched closely as he wrapped his lips around my glans and began to slide me through his tight, silky cheeks.
My cock ached with an exhilarating urgency—and not just because of Liam's talented mouth. But getting blown in public was a heart-racing thrill that grabbed you by the neck and threw you right up against the edge.
“Ooooh my God,” I bellowed as Liam sucked me on the beach. “You're so good at sucking cock, Liam.”
With my cock buried in his throat, Liam whimpered with approval. And that was when I noticed he'd snuck a hand under his jeans. A fast and furious movement told me all I needed to know: he was jerking himself off.
“Hey!” I took his hand out of his jeans. “Don't.”
He gasped with disappointment.
“I told you I don't want you to cum yet,” I said. I spit on my fingers and reached into his jeans myself.
He tried to thrust his dick into my hand—but that's not what I was reaching for. Instead, I slid my finger past his balls; down the soft, textured ridge that split his middle; and gently, softly, ran my finger-tips over his tightly-puckered ass.
Halfway down my length, Liam's lips immediately stopped and his eyes shot wide open.
Gingerly, I circled the rim of his opening with my finger.
“How's that feel?” I whispered.
His eyelids fluttered to a close. And, with a deep moan, Liam pushed me further into his mouth again.
Fuck that's hot, I thought.
I toyed with Liam's ass while he blew me. He squirmed and writhed against my finger, urging me to enter him. I did, slowly, gently, one small sliver at a time.
Until I had the tip of my finger in his ass.
And then a little more.
And then all the way to the knuckle.
Faster, deeper, harder, I finger-fucked Liam's ass. I couldn't believe how tight his ring squeezed me—and just the feel of that alone, the thought of how good that would feel, made my bigness swell in his throat.
I wanted it.
“I wanna fuck you,” I said, my voice low and gritty.
With my cock buried in his throat, Liam let out a long, guilty moan. And he bobbed his mouth up and down my length as fast and hard as he could. Was he trying to make me cum?
I pulled myself out of him and sat back on my heels. Saliva glistened on my gently swaying cock.
“Here?” Liam panted. “Now?”
While Liam surveyed the area around us, I stripped out of my jumpsuit in a hurry. When Liam returned his gaze to me, he stared at my naked body.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck it. I'm down.”
Liam pulled his wallet from his jeans. He plucked a condom from the bill-fold and tore the package open. He set the condom at the tip of my penis. We shared a kiss while he unrolled the rubber down my length.
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, while I grabbed and pulled at the waist of his jeans and boxers until both items tumbled down and off his legs. Now we were both naked on the beach—and we kissed again, with my hand stroking his cock, and his hand stroking mine.
Until I couldn't take it anymore.
I turned Liam around and pushed him forward. He bent over, his hands and knees stamped in the sand, and I mounted him from behind.
“Just go slow,” he said quietly, “and be gentle.”
I set my tip at his opening. With two hands gripping his round ass, I let my weight sink forward and entered his tightness.
“Oh God,” he grunted.
Gently, I pushed forward and eased in, one slow inch at a time.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” I growled.
With each thrust, Liam took more of me. And the fear of getting caught doing this in public—as exciting as it was—made me feel like we had to hurry. So I started pumping into him faster, harder.
But Liam's frequent cries of “ow!” and “fuck!” and “fucker! I said go slow!” … all made me realize one thing: Liam was right. I had to slow down.
“Shit, sorry,” I whispered, smoothing my hands around his ass apologetically.
“Just go slow, Paul. No one's gonna see us.”
“Okay.”
“And if they do,” Liam added, “fuck 'em.”
We both laughed.
I grabbed Liam by the waist, closed my eyes, and let the sound of the ocean guide me into him.
Led by the static roar of cresting waves, I pushed into Liam's tight ring, slowly and deliberately.
“Ooh, yeah,” he moaned, pushing his ass against me.
The surf pounded the beach with a crash, and I thrust the rest of my length into Liam.
“Yes!” he cried, raking his fingers through the sand.
The waves receded back into the water, sounding like the ocean were taking a deep breath, and I gently withdrew from Liam's entry until he begged for more.
“Fuck me, Paul, don't stop,” he whispered. He wiggled his ass at me—a tease to entice me.
I grabbed him by the hips, steadied him, and slid my cock into his ass again.
Chapter 17
Clearing the Air
Liam
I've definitely never done anything like this before!
I'll admit it: I was so nervous at first—fucking in public, on the beach, was not something I'd ever imagined myself doing. Sure, it was night time, but people were still out and about. Thankfully, we had a good spot that afforded at least a touch of privacy, thanks to a hilly mound behind us.
And if anyone knew what we were up to, they at least stayed away.
With my hands and knees in the gritty sand, and Paul digging his fingers into my waist, and his thick dick spreading me open and fucking me silly? I didn't have to worry about getting caught for long. Because,
Oh.
My.
God.
With Paul's every thrust, a swelling sense of fondness built in my heart. With Paul's every inch entering me and gliding over my g-spot, that feeling of unity, of one-ness, of love, churned in my core.
And I know what you're thinking—oh, don't go thinking you're in love, Liam—because I was thinking it too.
But then I realized what it was: Paul was timing his pace with the ocean just perfectly. Every time the ocean went out, so did Paul. When the waves came crashing back to the beach, Paul came thrusting back into me. Me and Paul became one, and then it wasn't just us, but the ocean joining us. Like I said. One-ness. Unity. Until we were one big endless cycle of push/pull, in/out, moan/groan.
The result was mind-fucking-blowing. Paul fucked me so damned good, my mind rocketed into space. The only thing that finally brought me back down to Earth was the sensation of Paul's hand tightening around my cock. My eyes shot open. With Paul's bigness hammering my prostate, and his fist flying up and down my shaft, it quickly became too much for me to handle.
“Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!” I warned.
He tugged me faster, and fucked my hole even harder.
“Yeeah!” I groaned. “I'm cumming!”
“Oh my God, you came, that's so hot,” Paul roared.
I watched over my shoulder as Paul inspected his hand. My semen dribbled down his fingers, until it beaded at the bottom of his fist and threatened to drip off, like melting ice cream from a cone. But Paul, good boy that he is, didn't let a drop go to waste. He brought it to his mouth and slurped it up.
“Oh,” I moaned deeply. Seeing the mechanic cherish my fluids drove me wild.
And tasting my cum apparently drove Paul wild, too. He clenched my abdomen between his huge hands and roared, and began to pummel my ass, his muscled legs smashing into my rear with the power and force of a jack-hammer busting up pavement.
“I'm cumming!” Paul yelled.
“Cum,” I encouraged him. “Cum inside me.”
“Hrrrrrngh!” Paul grunted, his cock grinding to a halt.
His fingers tightened on my waist. He squeezed me tighter and tighter until I was certain he would crush me.
But then it happened: his pressure popped, and Paul blew his load into the condom buried deep in my ass.
“Ooh yeahhhh,” Paul groaned with a smile I could hear—and he resumed pumping in and out of me, wildly, filling his rubber with seed.
***
I crashed into the sand, chest-first, and Paul rode me all the way down. He collapsed on top of me, his body weight grinding me into the sand, and the two of us laughed in our post-orgasmic glow.
“Are you sure,” I began, but the pressure of Paul on my back squeezed the air right out of my lungs before I could blurt out the rest of the question.
“Am I sure about what?” Paul asked as he pulled out and rolled off me.
“--that was your first time with a guy?”
Paul, lying on his back, just laughed. “Yes. I'm sure,” he finally said, his voice low and confident.
I curled up alongside him and ran my hands over his barrel-sized chest. “Well … you were pretty amazing.”
“Thanks.”
A silence grew between us. As amazing as it was to fuck our aggression and problems away, the feeling was only temporary. We still had to talk things through.