Pozzing the Beach Bum

[Hotload84]

I woke up horny that morning. I needed a NEG ass to breed. I hit the beach around 10:30, in hope of finding someone. It’d been overcast and cool since sunrise, and foggy and downright cold on the beach. There were only a few guys around. One dude wore only his trunks, and those riding low enough that I could see his inviting Ass crack. I approached him from behind and sat down.

“How’s the water?”

"Lousy. And it's cold out here”

We made small talk. I could tell by the way his nipples stood at attention, he was chilled. I decided to get to the point.

“Ever been blown?”

"I could do with a BLOW JOB. I love to get SUCKED. Got any Vodka?"

"At the house. You're too young to buy the stuff, aren't you?"

He allowed that he was. Age was not an issue with me.

He was the perfect candidate—a cocky young Stud dying to BE POZZED. He was about 5'10 or so, with nut brown skin from a summer in the sun. Nice features. Traces of serious body hair from the top of his shorts, up to, and covering, his chest. This was going to be—FUN.

“That'll be $75—in advance.” That sealed the deal. At that price, the Fucker deserved to get POZZED. He was nothing but an overpriced Whore. I figured I might go for a full refund later.

All the way to the house he allowed as to how none of his girlfriends gave Head as good as the worst of the Faggots he’d been with. Often he fucked them for good measure, simply because they wanted it As sexually active as he was, I got hornier by the second—anticipating wasting a guy who could spread my Bug all over the beach. It was 11:30.

I’d left the back door ajar to get in unobserved if I succeeded in finding a Trick. I didn't have to carry him in, but he needed some guidance. Once inside, with the door closed, I told him to get out of his trunks and warm up.

"Vodka, man. And a beer, too."

"Cumin’ up."

While I got his libations, I checked out the damage the cold had done to his privates. The warm air in the house would remedy that. It soon became apparent the Punk was into some serious drinking. I sat beside him and played with his Nuts. He asked when I was going to Blow him. He was shit-faced by then. In no time I had him hard. But I didn't want him cumming too soon, a problem inherent with the young.

"Ever been RIMMED?"

"What's that?"

"RIMMING? I eat your Ass."

"OH GOD, NO!   !!!GROSS!!!"

“I think you might like it. Most guys do. Makes a guy feel superior to the Queer with his tongue up your Ass.”

He thought he might try it, so I soon had him in the BR on his tummy. I went to work on his backside.

The alcohol had combined with whatever else he had in his system, so that he was pretty much putty in my hands. When he was fully relaxed, I struck swiftly. I plowed my deadly Dick up his Hole. It was a tight fit, and he summoned what little consciousness he had left to protest.

"Relax, Kid, you're mine now. This is one Rimming you’ll never forget."

"What the Fuck are ya doin?" What ya got in me? One of your fuckin’ faggoty Dildos?"

"NO MAN, THIS IS ME—LIVE AND IN PERSON. MY SHAFT, MY COCK, MY DICK, MY FUCKTOOL. AND THIS TIME YOU’RE THE ONE GETTIN’ SCREWED. "

He freaked, and squirmed valiantly. Considering he was no larger than I, he was shackled by none other than his own discombobulated state of inebriation.

I rocked in him gently, pulsing ever so slightly. He relaxed—I supposed hoping it’d hurt less. BUT HE WAS FUCKED. I tried talking to him, but he was orbiting Mars.

"This is your Death Fuck. I'm giving you AIDS. This time the Faggot is screwing You."

He never heard a word I said. Over and over I repeated myself. Nothing I said had any impact. At least I was telling him the GOD HONEST TRUTH—I was POZZING HIM and he was GOING TO DIE.

I felt myself swell and explode. My Nuts drained everything they had and more. I lay there with my shriveled Cock up his Ass, cause I knew it would be a while before he woke up. I let my Seed sink deep up into his guts and penetrate his ass walls. I didn't want It dripping out later. All he’d feel when he woke up was a little soreness, and wetness where my tongue had lubed his Mancunt.

When I pulled out, I got a wet cloth and cleaned up his Butt. It was a little red. I put ointment on it, so he wouldn't be aware of the soreness. Eventually I was able to shake him awake enough to get him rolled over and finish the work I'd begun. In no time at all, he’d Cum in my mouth.

"Man, my head is fucked up. Take me back to the beach."

"Sure thing. Did you have fun, though?"

"Loved the Rimming, man. But you're a crazy Dude, trying to screw me like that."

"You should try it sometime when your sober."

"No way, Man. Take me back to the beach."

"Have it your way."

Considering his state of inebriation, I had a hard time getting him into clothes—and retrieving the $75 he owed me. We headed to the car, and I got him into the back seat. He rambled on about how he loved Fucking, and wondered if it hurt the girls when he fucked them. No doubt he was recollecting his own copulation a short time ago.

By the time we got back to the beach, he was nodding. He dragged his Ass out of the backseat, approached the water, and sank down to slumber. I returned to the house at 3:30.

[Tailgunner]

Good job enjoying getting your rocks off conquering/pozzing that whore and retrieving your money. He should be glad you didnt charge him stud fees for knocking him up.