Virgin Pozzed On the Beach

[Toon]

I don't know why I'm changing the names in this story because no one was innocent. Not even me. 

1994

I don't like traveling or airports or really anything that breaks up my routine and puts me in a situation where I could face something unfamiliar. But life had already rocked my world when both my parents dies within a year of each other. I'd graduated college, was working and living on my own in a nifty little apartment in a semi-big city.  I was 23 and was slowly coming to terms with the harsh fact that I was gay. I'd known it all along, but the realization that it was a permanent state was hard to cope with. So I didn't. I just put it aside and went on with living life. Sure, I beat-off to a few overplayed gay porn videos I'd rented from the seedy little store around the corner, but I didn't dare move beyond the realm of fantasy. Things were fine just the way they were.

But then my sister called and asked me to come take a trip with her. She was the first-born and 14 years older than me. She had a really important security job in Washington D.C. and was pretty rich I guess. She had a lot of rich friends too. One of them owned a condo on a North Carolina beach and had offered her up to her for a week during that Summer. My sister "Beth" and I weren't particularly close -- mainly because of the age difference and also because she was a total bitch. I searched my brain files for an excuse to not join her, but couldn't come up with anything believable. She was in security and could detect a lie from twenty paces. So a month later I took a flight to D.C. and stayed the night there in her impressive house. The next morning we drove all the way down to North Carolina. It wasn't a short drive but it was also not unbearably long. We talked about work stuff and safe topics like two strangers would normally do.

Once I saw the condo, my spirits brightened considerably. It was gorgeous... three stories tall and surrounded by huge stretches of clean sand and ocean. I'd never seen the ocean in person before and was eager to go get a closer look. We unpacked fast and I told Beth I had to go down and see the Atlantic in person, so to speak. The waves were louder than I would have imagined, and the water was more green than blue. And the beach was completely empty -- maybe because of the time. It was after 7pm and the sun was headed for another part of the globe. I just plopped down in the sand and took it all in. Then two things happened: a really loud explosion came from the North, and a handful of gorgeous men came jogging by at the water's edge. They all had super short haircuts and they were all muscular as hell. And then another one passed. And another. More explosions and more hot men. After I'd gone back to the condo, I mentioned the booming explosions to my sister. She reported that there was a marine base near by.  Oh. Well that answered the other question I hadn't asked yet. I was here on a beautiful beach with a bunch of hot, fit, young men. Lucky! We ate a simple dinner in the kitchen with the TV on.

Beth had the next day already planned out and it was going to start early. She was already up past her regular bedtime and headed upstairs to sleep. I stayed alone in front of the TV for an hour until I was sure she was in a deep slumber. I was pretty exhausted from traveling and I knew she was too. I maybe stayed sitting for another ten minutes before going to clean up and change clothes. Why? I was going to sneak back to the beach. I just had to.

Once I'd spiffed up a bit and dressed, I noticed a liquor bottle on the dresser. The liquid inside was brown. I really knew nothing about drinking back then except that it was good for calming the nerves. It was boozed belonging to a rich person so it had to be good, right? The first sip wasn't too bad, but hit my stomach like a freakin' atomic bomb. I took another pull from the bottle and then another. It was so much less hash by then. Like soda pop almost. One more sip and I was ready to go.

I slipped silently out the door and made my way toward the water which was just as loud as it was earlier and I heard boisterous male voices. I could also hear an internal ringing noise -- a kind of non-sound that I attributed to the brown booze. I wasn't drunk or anything, just very excited.

Well the beach had been deserted before sundown, but it wasn't now. I saw around six bonfires and assorted lights up and down the beach. The first bonfire I came upon had been abandoned and was gradually dying. There was half a six-pack in front of the fading embers. Just as I was thinking about opening one, dizziness hit me and I had to lie back in the sand. The stars were amazing! I forgot everything else and thought about how nice sleep would feel Yeah. A short snooze and I'd go back...there'd be plenty more men to look at tomorrow. I closed my eyes.

"You missed curfew, kid". a deep voice said. Somebody was standing over me. A man.

Had I sleeping? I didn't think I had been, but it took me a second to sit up and shake myself back to reality. 

The fire was still burning as I looked up to see a certified actual marine. Even in the flickering light I could see the telltale haircut. He wasn't as chiseled as some of the dudes I'd seen earlier, but he was tall and as thick as a tree trunk. 'Yeah", I answered back, "I'm about six years late for curfew".

"Oh, Sorry. You just look like a teenager".

"It's OK. I'm used to it".

He dropped down to sit beside me. He reached over and took one of the beers that were discarded there. He handed it to me and then took the next one for himself. I popped it and took a greedy gulp because I was pretty dehydrated.  Also a little chilly.  The night had gotten cooler and the breeze had a bit of a  bite to it. 

"You partying alone?" He sounded drunk.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that".

"I did say that, " he chuckled and then stretched out his super-long legs to warm his toes by the fire.

Behind me, I was somewhat aware that lights were being slowly snuffed out up the beach. 

"What about you?", I inquired. 

a pause

"I was WAS at a party, but it wasn't too much fun. Nobody really wanted me there. I could tell. I got sort of a reputation these days".

"Why?"

He stretched out his left arm and showed me the midget band-aid on his inner forearm where people usually get blood drawn. 

another pause

"Drug test?" i ventured, knowing a little something about the military from a ROTC college roommate I had.

"Yeah. But more like a general test for anything to get you kicked out."

"Like what?" (I can be so clueless sometimes)

"Like DISEASE, kid. Like AIDS", he answered. 

"Are you sure?" I looked him in the face for the first time. He wasn't what you'd call classically handsome. He had what I'd always thought of a 'fish face' and there were a few acne scars on his cheek that looked deeper in this light than they probably were.

"Pretty sure. There's so many damn hookers in this state. If you pay more, you don't gotta use a condom to fuck 'em. I ended up paying anyway. Clinic in town already done told me a month ago".

"Sorry".

"Me too". We split the last beer and sat in silence for a bit. He looked around...focusing on something over my shoulder.

I turned around too and saw only a moonlit beach. We were alone out here.

"Let's take a walk," he said standing up. I was in the middle of a hundred thoughts when he reached down and pulled me up. I followed him as he lumbered away. It wasn't so much of a walk as it was a march.

We kept going until we were in a little rocky cove right up next to the water. There was still sand here, but also mud and no light beyond what the half-moon offered. How in the hell would I find my way back?

He stopped abruptly. "Here", he said with drunken sureness. 

"Here what?", I wondered.

That's when his big hands pushed me down on the sand/mud. I was aware that the wind was knocked out of my lungs at the same time I was aware that the subtle ringing in my ears had started again.  Then his giant shadow blocked out all light and I felt a soft something on my lips. It felt soft at least, but when I reached up to brush it away I touched his very hard penis. Holy shit! No way! He wanted me to put that in my mouth.

The ocean roared louder.

I was about to protest but he had worked into my throat quickly. I gagged and almost vomited before he pulled back a little. "Relax, bitch".

He wiped the head of his wet dick across my eyes, cheek and forehead. I involuntarily moaned and he did it again. "You like that, little girl?" Girl? This guy was wasted. He started poking his meat into my right eye...harder and harder. Probably knocked out a contact lens.

"OW!" I yelped. 

"Sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you".

That's when he stumbled to his feet and adjusted himself a little. For no reason I had a sudden thought about jellyfish. They could sting you with their legs and put venom under your skin. Then I felt his full weight on top of me. He worked my shorts and underwear down with one hand. Was I even really here? This was not possible. My legs were crazily spread in the air as that slimy dick went right toward my own private butthole. Seriously? I didn't agree to that. No. This was not okay. If I screamed loud enough, somebody would come help. The planned scream got strangled by a cry as he plowed that marine meat deep inside me.

"NO! NO! NO!" I yelled in pain.

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking whore or I'll bust the teeth out of your mouth". 

Well I was being fucked just like I'd seen in all those porn movies I'd watched. It couldn't last that long. I just had to wait it out until he pulled out and ejaculated on my chest. That was how it worked. Right?  But he broke the rules and started heaving, bucking and gasping as he shot that load directly into my insides. And then he was still. 

We stayed like that for a good minute or two. Just breathing and recovering.

He pulled me up again and led me back to where he'd found me. That small fire had died already, but at least I could now see the condo lights again. It really couldn't be too late at night, could it? Maybe midnight, but no later than that.

In what bit of light we had, he pulled off the little bandage from his arm and handed it to me. "Put this in your scrapbook". 

And then he was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

[SlampaBay]

Hot story. Between he keeps going back every night...

[Hellboy]

Very hot

[lynn1964]

Hard as steel right now. Not quite sure when I became less encumbered with the clothing. I think it's time you get another load to mix with his! I'll try to find something to give you for your scrapbook as well.

[Guest MeatSeeker]

Lovin that rough pozzing