The Beach House

A gay story: The Beach House My Aunt was a beautiful woman. She was much younger than my mother. And now she was dating a guy younger than her. They had a beach house.

My mother and I didn’t have much money. Dad had a new family and stopped supporting us when I turned 18. We couldn’t afford to go on vacation, so my aunt invited us to spend a week with her at her beach house in early August. We rode the ferry to Pike Island. It was five miles long, with nothing but shopping, parks, and beach houses spread along its coast. Aunt Jane and her boyfriend Rick were waiting for us. I didn’t see my dad’s side of the family anymore, and my mother’s side consisted of just my grandparents and my Aunt, but now she had a new boyfriend.

The beach house was very nice. It had two bedrooms and one large living kitchen area. It had a dock, and a sandy beach that extended in both directions. The nearest other beach house was more than 100 yards away. We were guests; Rick and my aunt made it clear that we wouldn’t pay for anything. The most we could do was help cook and clean up. There wasn’t much to do, but enjoy the beach, play games, drink, fish, read and cook. There was no TV, and it was before the internet, so we had to spend the whole week entertaining each other.

We got there in the afternoon, and we sat at the beach. Rick and my aunt looked glamourous in their expensive bathing suits, toned bodies and fancy drinks. I was tall and gangly, with glasses and thick, unkempt hair. I had very little body hair, just a few straggly hairs around my nipples and embarrassingly small amount of pubic hair. Thankfully I was a normal length down there. I had given up on growing a mustache and resigned myself to shaving every three or four weeks. I didn’t get a lot of attention from girls and my prom date had reminded me several times that we were going as ‘friends’.

I never thought I would ever be like Rick and have a successful career, money and a beautiful girlfriend. That first night he plopped down on the couch beside me to ask about the book I was reading. He was nice enough to pretend to be interested in my favorite books. With no distractions other than a board game, we spent the night talking.

We had good food and plenty of drinks. My mother seemed so relaxed. I was happy to see her enjoying herself, she worked so hard. The beach house was all one floor. My mother had a smaller bedroom. Rick and my aunt had the larger, I was stuck on the couch. They let me have a few glasses of wine that night and I fell asleep before everyone else.

I woke up later in the night in a dark room. I heard noises, laughter, and voices. My mother’s door was closed and if I listened carefully, I could hear her snoring. The noise was coming from the other bedroom. They just weren’t talking. Something else was going on. They were whispering and making other noises. Strange noises like smacking of lips and little pops made by suction. They were having sex. I heard my aunt moan. My aunt and Rick really seemed to be enjoying themselves.

I was a virgin. I had watched blue movies on late night television, they showed people grinding up against each other, but I was uncertain exactly what was going on. I had read medical descriptions of sex, but what I had heard through the bedroom door didn’t seem related to the mechanical descriptions I had read.

Then I heard their bed moving. I sat up and listened carefully. I got an erection. I couldn’t help myself. I got off the couch and tiptoed closer to their door. Their bed made a constant noise. My aunt sounded different. I could hear her breathing. She was moaning and I heard Rick make strange noises. The sound of the bed moving increased. I stood there for minutes just listening to every sound they made. My aunt must have orgasmed. She let out a long powerful moan. Rick was shushing her. The bed started moving again. They were still having sex. I heard my aunt whisper as Rick was now breathing heavier. More minutes went by before I heard Rick grunt and gasp. He sounded like a farm animal. My dick twitched in my pajamas. I quickly tiptoed back to the couch and pulled a cover over me. I was just in time. My aunt came out of her room and went into the bathroom. I pretended to be fully asleep. I made sure my erection was pointed into the couch. I felt a powerful need to masturbate, but I was afraid that someone was going to come out to use the bathroom.

I woke up the next morning. I had the blanket and a jacket over me. I wanted to take a piss, but I had to wait for my erection to go down before I could get off the couch. We all had breakfast together. I of course acted as if nothing had happened.

That day Rick showed me how to use his wind surfer. He showed me how to stand and lift up the pole to catch the wind. It was odd standing close to him. I kept thinking about the sounds he made the night before. When he moved my hand or helped me balance, I felt his physical closeness turn me on. With enough instruction I was able to catch the wind and I went parallel to the beach for a while, but I had to drop into the water, because I didn’t know how to turn back against the wind. Rick ran along the beach and then swam out to me. He grabbed hold of me around my waist and asked if I was alright. I told him I didn’t fall, but I had to deliberately stop because I couldn’t turn. He told me to swim to shore. I swam a bit and then turned around and watched him climb up on the board. He was so athletic. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he could lift himself easily and he looked awesome balancing himself as the wind surfer sailed away.

All afternoon Rick wore his bathing suit. My cheap bathing suit did little to hide the erections I would often get, but Rick’s held everything together nicely. There was an impressive bulge in the front that never went away. It was almost as if he had a cup on, but I could notice changing surface details that indicated that it was flesh just under the material. After many glances, Rick turned his head and caught me looking at him. I stammered a question about working out and he talked to me about his work out routine.

That night I couldn’t fall asleep. I lay waiting to hear them again. I waited a long time. It seemed like they might have fallen asleep. I was about to give in to sleep when I heard them whispering. They started up again. They were louder than the previous night. I sat up and noticed that the door was ajar and there was a faint light visible through the gap. I was afraid that they might hear me, so I didn’t go closer. I listened to them kiss and mess around for a few minutes until the bed started moving. With that noise as cover, I tiptoed close to the door. I looked through the gap. I could see the bottom half of the bed. The room was illuminated by a flickering candle. My aunt was on top of Rick riding him as he lay on his back. Her body was undulating on top of him. She had one hand in her hair the other one was on her breast. Her ass was facing towards me, and it moved like I’ve never seen an ass move before. This was like a dirty movie, but hard to see in the dim light. I watched and listened. My aunt leaned forward and started twitching faster. She made so much noise moaning that I was afraid my mother would hear and come out of her room. She let out a stifled scream. Her ass stopped moving and her body relaxed.

I backed away from the door. I took a couple steps towards the couch, but they started up again. I heard the bed moving. I moved back to the door and looked in. Rick was kneeling on the bed and Aunt Jane was on all fours like a dog in front of him. His hips swayed as he repeatedly thrust into her. The bed creaked. I thought I should go back to the couch. If my mother came out, I would be busted. I couldn’t stop looking at Rick. He pivoted his hips slowly for a long time. He just repeated that motion. I watched his ass move. I watched his muscles change shape as he thrust. Then the bed creaked louder as he moved ever quicker. Finally, he came, and his ass shook. I was watching it as he let out a long moan and then his rigid body softened, and he slid down beside her. I hurriedly tiptoed back to the couch and pretended to be asleep.

The next day I was massively horny, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I thought about going for a long walk, but it was all open area, and I might be seen by someone if I tried masturbating outside. Being around Rick in his bathing suit just made me hornier. Finally in the afternoon we were all by the dock drinking iced tea and I went back to the beach house alone. I locked the bathroom and dropped my pants and started stroking myself in front of the sink mirror. It had been days, but I didn’t want to rush it. I keep slowly stoking watching myself in the mirror. Then I closed my eyes and thought of what I had seen the previous night. I pictured the way Rick’s candlelit ass moved. After a few more frantic strokes I groaned and shot my load into the sink and onto the area behind it. I pulled up my pants and cleaned the sink area as best I could.

I stepped out of the bathroom and Rick was right there.

“Gotta go. All that iced tea.” He said.

“Well. Sorry. I didn’t know you were waiting.”

“Mi Casa, Su Casa.” He replied.

I didn’t know what that meant. I headed back to the beach. Rick came out a minute later. He kept looking over my way. He must have known what I was doing. I could only hope he had come in after I was done jerking. I decided I had to be more careful. I wouldn’t go stand by their door again no matter what I heard. It must have been easy for Rick to figure out what was going on, they made enough noise two nights in a row to wake me up. It didn’t help that I was getting erections all day long. My beat off session only gave me a few hours respite.

That night I waited. I promised myself I wouldn’t get off the couch. It didn’t matter. There was no noise that night but light snoring.

That next afternoon my mother and aunt took the car to the main town on the island to go out for lunch and shop at the boutique stores. I was reading on the couch and Rick came into the room and threw some magazines on the coffee table. There were two Playboys and a Penthouse. They looked old, like ten years old. I looked at them and then I looked at Rick. He sat down and handed me one and picked up one for himself.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I dug these up for you. I thought you could use them.”

I put the magazine back on the coffee table. “That’s ok Rick. I’m fine.”

He opened his magazine and started flipping the pages. “The girls are gone. We’ve got time.”

I didn’t get off the couch, but I didn’t pick up the magazine either.

“Go ahead. A boy your age has to take care of things. I know. That first morning all three of us woke up before you and saw you on the couch with a massive hardon. We argued what to do, your mother finally threw a jacket over it.”

“Oh my God.” I knew that my pajama bottom and a thin blanket would do little to hide the size of my erection.

“I heard you take care of it last afternoon. I just thought the magazines would help.”

I was busted. I wondered if he knew about me standing outside his bedroom door. I was going to ask, but I thought I should just act cool. I picked up a magazine and started turning the pages until I saw a girl laying back with her legs spread open and one finger in her mouth and another just above her shaved pubes.

“That’s a good one.” Rick leaned over to look at the picture with me. “That was one of my favorites.”

I didn’t have to wonder if he was erect, he already adjusted his shorts, and I could see the shape of the head of his penis. Mine was getting stiff in my pants. I turned the page a few times trying to ignore my intense embarrassment. Rick was not embarrassed. He turned his magazine towards me a few times and pointed out some of the pictures that he liked.

After a few minutes I was painfully hard. He looked at it and said, “Do you want to jerk it?”

“Um maybe. You could go into one of the bedrooms and I can stay here.”

“We can do it together?”

“Together?” I whined the word.

“Yeah sure. Haven’t you looked at dirty magazines with your friends before?”

“Um. Yeah. A couple of times.”

“Didn’t you jerk it together?”

“No!”

“I did with my friends, it’s no big deal.” Then he shifted his shorts and underwear down all the way past his feet. He was had a thick one. It was pointed towards the ceiling. It was circumcised and well groomed with short pubic hair. Beneath his shaft hung large balls with a covering of wiry pubes. Between the thickness of his shaft and size of his balls I understood why it looked so big in his bathing suit. He even unbuttoned his shirt.

I had forgotten about the magazine as I stared at Rick. I had seen men’s dicks in locker rooms and showers, but I had never been so close or able to look at one for so long. It was better than I could imagine, especially combined with his athletic stomach and legs. He just waited and watched me as I stared. I stood up and took off my pants and underwear and sat back down. As soon as I was on the couch his hand was grasping my dick.

“What are you doing?” I was shocked at the intense feeling of someone else touching it.

“We are going to jerk it together.”

“I thought you meant at the same time.” Already I was having trouble talking. I was trembling as he held it. He took his other hand and guided my hand onto his shaft. I wrapped my hand around it. I can hardly remember those first minutes, it was like a storm was going on in my brain and body. He moved his fingers up and down and I slid my hand up and down for a bit. Our two magazines were forgotten, and we silently moved our hands as we watched each other. He slid his hand all the way down and gently cupped my balls. I moaned. I had trouble concentrating on my hand but after he moved his palm off my balls, I tried to feel his. I didn’t know what a normal size was but his were larger than mine.

After a few minutes of gentle stroking, he shifted away from me and lowered his head over my dick blocking my view. “What are you doing?” I asked in a panic.

“Relax.” I am just going to get it wet.

Then I felt some liquid drop onto my head and shaft. He started working it in with his hands. He rubbed my tip and it felt incredible with the slimy wetness of his spit. His fingers lowered, but I still felt contact on my tip. I saw his other arm on the couch, he must have his lips on me! I couldn’t even ask what he was doing, I could only groan.

He lifted his head and started stroking me from base to the tip. I looked down at my glistening dick as his palm slid up and down. After a while the saliva seemed to disappear and he lowered his head again. More saliva dropped onto my shaft, and I felt the softness of his lips over my tip again. I felt the tip of his tongue flicker against my opening. I groaned. He straightened up again and started stroking me. I got incredible tense, my legs extended pushing the coffee table away. He didn’t let up. I watched him looking down at me and I watched my tip disappear and reappear into his hand. I could still see his incredibly hard dick bouncing as he moved. I squealed and shot my load into the air. Most went up and thankfully away from me to splatter on the hardwood floor. Some fell back onto my crotch and Rick’s hand. Rick chuckled. “Ah that was a good one.”

I pulled up my underwear. I suddenly wanted to cover up. Rick was sitting back on the couch watching me. He didn’t have to ask. I put my hand back on his shaft and started to gently stroke him. After a few minutes he said “You’re gonna have to get it wet.”

I looked at him. He was serious. I bent down over his dick and tried to drool some saliva onto it. I stroked him, but it was quickly evident then that he needed a lot more wetness to cover his thick shaft. I leaned over again, and he grabbed me and adjusted me so that I was kneeling in front of him on the floor. He had moved me so easily.

“Just put your lips on it and drool for a while. It will help you get it wet enough.”

I was so curious about how it would feel, and he had given me permission. He had done it to me, it wouldn’t be weird if I did it back. I put my lips over the top of his dick trying to drool enough to get his shaft slick. I tasted his precum and felt the hard spongy surface of his tip with my tongue. Rick sighed. After a minute I lifted my head. There was a lot of drool on his shaft and my palm. I started stroking him. I stroked for a few minutes, but nothing happened. He just shifted and grunted, but he didn’t come close to finishing. It was already getting dry. I put my lips back on the top of his shaft.

“Work it in.” He said as he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me downward. My mouth slid halfway down his shaft. It filled my mouth. I had to hold my mouth open wide and the bottom of his shaft was against my tongue. I moved up and down again, trying to get him wet. I pushed the wetness down as far as I could with my lips until my mouth was full. Then I lifted my head off of him. He still showed no signs of being close, so I stroked him with one hand and fondled his balls gently with the other.

He gave me some verbal encouragement, but within another couple of minutes it was getting dry again. I was going to ask him what to do. We must have been on the couch for half an hour. I put my mouth back on his shaft and raised it and lowered it, so it filled my mouth each time. I was trying to work up some saliva. I raised and lowered my head. “Keep it up.” He said. I kept gently moving up and down. Both of his hands were on my shoulders. He pushed me down as I lowered my head. Each time he was filling my mouth more. “Keep going.” I kept going up and down. I thought he was wet enough and I could lift off my mouth and stroke him. “Keep going.” His hand had moved up to the back of my head. I felt him grip my hair. He was pushing me farther down. His thick cock was reaching my throat. I could only breath through my nose. He held me in place and lifted his hips over and over. I was close to gagging. Then his grip tightened in my hair as his dick started to spew in my mouth. It filled my mouth instantly, but he kept jerking his hips and grunting. I was gagging and it was spilling past my lips. After his last spasm his grip lightened, and I lifted my mouth off of him. I stood up and ran to the bathroom to spit into the sink.

I ran the water and gargled over and over. I finally came out. He was still sitting on the couch with his dick hanging down. Even deflated it looked impressive.

“Damn it, Rick. Why did you do that? You tricked me into it.” I ran out of the house. I walked down the beach and didn’t return until I saw the car was back.

With an hour to think about it I knew I couldn’t say anything to my mother or aunt. I had sucked a man’s dick. It wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. I worried about what it meant. That afternoon my mother noticed I was moody. I had to act like everything was normal. I didn’t want to ruin her vacation and I certainly didn’t want her to ever know what I did. If my aunt found out I watched her have sex or that I had given her boyfriend a blowjob, I could never talk to her again in my life.

That night Rick kept the bedroom door closed, but I listened to him have sex with my aunt again. Of course, he lasted forever. I think my aunt orgasmed twice in an hours’ time. I sat there listening to all of it with a stiff dick. I pictured them doing it. When it sounded like she was getting it from behind I couldn’t help but picture Rick’s ass as I saw it the other night. The whole time I got harder and harder. When he finally finished, I thought of him filling my mouth and spilling down my chin.

My aunt Jane came out and used the bathroom. Then Rick came out. After using the bathroom, I think he stood close to the couch and watched me. I kept my eyes shut, trying to give no indication that I was awake. Somehow, I had to last three more nights.

I put it out of my mind the next day until Rick wrestled with me in the water. Right in front of my mother and aunt in four feet of water he pretended to wrestle. He put his hand in my bathing suit under the water. I tried to get away but he easily held me in place. I begged him to stop lest someone see my erection. I looked towards the sand as he grabbed my ass. My mother and Aunt weren’t even looking my way. I pushed Rick away and went deeper into the water.

After dinner my mother and aunt walked to the convenience store and left me behind with Rick.

He wanted to talk to me. “Sorry about yesterday. I didn’t plan on that happening. I guess it’s not easy for me to finish with just a handjob. When I was younger it was enough.”

As apologies go, I wasn’t impressed. “Don’t worry about it Rick. Let’s not talk about it.”

“I want to make it up to you.” He moved a little closer to me as I was lying on the couch. He put his hands on my shorts.

“I don’t want to do anything Rick.”

“You won’t have to.”

He pulled my shorts down and spread my knees apart. He got on the couch and took my dick into his mouth. He gave me my first blowjob. My aunt’s boyfriend was gay. Or bisexual. Either way he enjoyed himself as he licked and sucked me. It found out why the kids at school had raved about blowjobs. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. He complimented its size and shape. He had me raise my hips and felt my ass and licked my balls and below. In the end he started and stopped and kept me on edge. I became aware of how much time had passed and I begged him to finish me.

“If you are worried about the time we could just stop.”

I grabbed onto his shoulders and thrusted my hips. My whole cock fit in his mouth somehow. I orgasmed in a way I had never had before. My body spasmed for minutes with Rick’s mouth on me. I ended up curled up on the couch with my ass sticking out. Rick pushed my shorts back on then left me feeling weak.

That was a weird night. I felt like Rick had cheated on my aunt. The first time he had just gotten carried away, but this time he made a deliberate choice to have oral sex with me. I felt like I was in competition with my aunt, not that she could ever find out. My mother commented on the fact that my mood was better. She must have figured whatever argument Rick and I had was now resolved.

That night I laid on the couch hoping that they wouldn’t have sex in the next room. I might only have two more nights with Rick, but I hoped I wouldn’t have to share him. Eventually I heard a light snoring, and I was able to fall asleep.

The next day Rick sent the girls into town to get a special wine. He was taking us out to dinner, and he wanted a particular wine to drink afterward. It was the start of the afternoon, and we were alone. Rick came and sat next to me. “It’s just us again. I was wondering if you wanted to do something special. I guess we are even now, so it’s up to you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, to what?”

“Yes, to anything you want.”

He led me into his bedroom. He started taking off his shirt and pants and told me to as well. He was stripped down to his underwear. He had a nice black pair they held his package together and hugged his stomach and thighs. I was standing in my white undies, the ones you buy at Kmart in bags of four.

“That won’t do.” He reached into a drawer and threw me some red underwear. I turned away and took mine off and pulled the new ones up. They were partially see-through in the back and in the bottom half of the front. They were my aunt’s panties and I felt like my shaft and balls pulled the tight material away from my body exposing me along the sides.

“They’re too tight.”

“They’re perfect.”

He came up to me and kissed my cheek and shoulder and neck. He had started off clean shaven at the start of the week, but now I could feel his stubble. He got behind me and put his arms around me and started kissing me from behind. I wasn’t sure what to do. I let him turn me one way then another. He was bending over kissing me down my sides, on my stomach, then he straightened up and gave me my first man-kiss. I had kissed several girls from school. I knew how to use my tongue and to pull at his lips. There was a roughness to his skin and the way his hands moved on me. We didn’t kiss long. He pushed me back on to the bed and started kissing up my legs and on my thighs. He turned me face down and kissed everywhere above and below my skimpy underwear. He climbed on top of me, and I felt his bulge pressing down against the back of my panties. He was kissing my back and shoulders. He made me turn over and he kissed me on the mouth again as our erections rubbed against each other through our underwear. He shifted to one side and quickly pulled his underwear off and got back on top of me. His thick member pushed up against me near my balls. My dick strained against the thin material.

He turned me so I was lying on my side, held my arms down and kissed my neck and face wildly. His hips moved a bit, and I felt his shaft sliding on the skin of my inner thigh. Then he positioned me on all fours, and got behind me. I waited and looked behind to see what he was doing. I held that position for a long time as he touched my legs and thighs. I felt his fingers on the edge of my panties, and he slowly pulled them down exposing my ass. He stopped lowering them when the back part was just behind my balls, and my erection was still contained in the front. He kissed one cheek, then the other. “Hmmm Damn.” I felt his nose move between them and he pressed forward pushing them apart. He extended his tongue and I felt it inside my crack and then farther in until it reached my anus. I held myself frozen as his tongue pressed and flicked at my inside cherry. The stubble on his cheeks chafed. I could hear him licking me and I noticed my breath was audible. I was starting to pant; I shivered despite the heat. I could feel my heart racing.

Then he slid up, kissing my back as he moved forward. His thick cock head pressed into my cheeks.

“Have you ever done anything like this?”

“No!”

“Have you put anything in you back there?”

“No!”

“MMmh. I so wanna fuck you. My big cock would make you so sore.” He held it pressed in and breathed heavily on the back of my neck. “Do you want a sore ass?”

“No. We can’t.”

He moved and I felt his shaft pushing my cheeks apart. He withdrew. “Roll over.”

I got on my back, and he pulled down my panties enough that I was exposed, but my thighs were held together by the tight panties. He started licking me down there all over my shaft and balls. He was just using his tongue and not taking me into his mouth. I could last and that was the point. He just kept doing it for many minutes making me pant more and more. I had to tell him I wanted his cock.

He moved up the bed and lay beside me. I moved down and put my mouth on his cock. I started doing what I did last time, sliding my lips up and down and using my tongue. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it, he was silent. I knew it would take a lot of effort and I was willing to do it. He grabbed my hair and lifted my head. Then he pushed my face down and lifted his hips, so my mouth was on his balls. I licked his balls. I didn’t know how, but I tried. I kissed them with my lips. I opened my mouth and took one in. He held onto my hair and moved me, crushing my face against crotch. I felt his rough shaved pubes against my skin. I kept trying to please him and I ended up back on his cock. He shoved me down until it went further in than the last time I tried and seriously gagged. I had to pull up. “Your too big to do that.”

“I took all of yours in yesterday.”

“I’m not as big.”

He turned towards me, shifted down and held his penis along mine. Mine was a bit longer. “I can’t believe it. But yours is way thicker.”

I went to push down my panties, but he stopped me and pulled them up over my erection. “I want them on.”

He lay on his back and told me to get on top of him. When I started climbing up to be face to face, but he guided me to face the foot of the bed. I put my lips over his shaft and started to tongue him. I felt him adjust my panties and my erection sprang free, but my balls and ass were still covered. He pulled my hip down and my dick slid easily into his mouth. I struggled to push my mouth down to the base of his shaft. I couldn’t, so I just kept half of it in and licked it slowly. The room was well lit with the midday sun, and I stared at his balls covered in coarse pubes. His hands were free, and they ran down my back and along my legs. He slid his fingers into my panties and brushed up against my balls. I twitched and he noticed. He pushed my hip up and I slid out of his mouth. I took a break as well. His chest rose and fell with his breath. I felt his fingers slip into the back of my panties and he adjusted me back into his mouth. With both hands on my ass, the panties were pulled outward in the back causing them to tighten around my balls in the front. He was moving my hips up and down and I started to tense up. I felt a start of something deep in my balls. I tried to put his dick in my mouth, but I slid off unable to concentrate. I lost control and just let him move me. I pressed my face into his short pubes, and I felt my dick being sucked and pulled and tongued. He gripped my buttocks like he was squeezing the water out of a towel. His fingers moved all the way against my opening. My body shook and I came. I squealed. He kept me deep in his mouth until my dick’s last flex. Then it was all over. He pushed me aside. I wanted to curl up, but he wasn’t done with me.

He pushed some pillows off the bed and had me lay down on my back. He pushed the panties up, so they covered my flaccid penis. He crawled on top of me still facing the opposite direction. He lowered his weight on me with his dick aiming straight for my mouth. I had to angle my head up, for it to slide in. I tried to adjust my jaw so that I could fit him in comfortably. His weight pushed me into the bed which was soft. I felt the mattress pushing in around my neck and ears. He started to pivot his hips. His thick shaft filled my mouth and then pulled out almost all the way. Over and over. It went on and on. I was afraid of how long it would take. I tried to control my breathing and keep my jaw relaxed. I couldn’t move, even my tongue was pressed tight at the end of his thrusts. He kept thrusting at the same speed. I watched his balls jiggle as his ass flexed. I felt his hands on my legs, he gripped them to pull himself. I felt his hard body slide on mine. I watched the same movement over and over. I knew from listening to him fuck my aunt that he could last. I wasn’t giving him oral sex; he was fucking my mouth like it was a girl’s pussy. It felt like I was in this position for ten minutes and nothing had changed, but from the flexing of his ass I could see that he was picking up speed. He thrust harder and occasionally I would have a gag feeling. Somehow, I kept breathing through my nose as his balls lifted on and off of it. After an eternity he started to moan. He slipped a hand into my panties and held my ass. I grabbed on to his back and ass and tried to hold tight so his cock wouldn’t push so far into my throat. His movement was springing my head up and down from the mattress. He made that animalistic sound again, like a bull fucking a cow. I saw his balls move and his hot cum filled my throat. A few more thrusts and then he pulled up enough so that I could breathe and swallow. He lifted off me, his juice hanging down to my lips.

He finally rolled off me and I could breathe normally. I raised the back of my hand to my lips and wiped the cum off. I felt him pulling the panties off of me. He grabbed my clothes and tossed them on the bed and told me to go to the bathroom to clean up. I came out of the bathroom and headed outside. A few minutes later the car returned.

That night at the restaurant, he kept looking over at me. I had to look away to avoid his stare. When my mother and aunt went to the bar for drinks, I asked him to stop staring at me.

“I can’t stop staring at those lips of your and imaging what they were doing this afternoon.” Then he grabbed my leg under the table. I almost jumped and I looked around to see where Aunt Jane was.

“You have to be more careful!”

“Oh, I know. Ten minutes earlier and the girls would have caught me with my cock in your mouth.”

They were coming back to the table with their drinks, and I slapped his hand and said “Look.”

That night we drank all the wine that they bought. I felt so crazy about what had happened I drank a lot more than I normally did. I thought my mother would get mad, but she was too busy laughing and having a good time with her sister. Late at night Rick finally went to bed complaining about the headache the wine was giving him. I lay on the couch falling asleep as the sisters talked at the table.

Everyone woke up late feeling the effects of the wine. Except for Rick. I knew he didn’t drink much, and I knew the real reason he wanted them to get the wine. It was our final day and Aunt Jane suggested taking us out for lunch. I was hoping to stay behind with Rick, but the point of the lunch was to take us out. We spent the day together, all four of us. I went swimming with Rick around the dock, and we groped each other just out of sight of the girls. After dinner we were all still together. No one wanted to go anywhere. Finally, Rick suggested I help him get firewood from along the beach.

We set off as the sun was setting and made a pile of the wood from the driftwood that was close. Rick led me off away from the beach houses to a dune area where there were some strangled trees growing. In the weeds he pulled me onto the sand and started kissing me. I looked around and listened. I figured there wasn’t another person around for a hundred yards. He had lifted up my shirt and was kissing me lower and lower until he pulled off my shorts and my ass was on the sand. He started sucking my dick. He didn’t rush, but he didn’t take too much time. I started getting worked up. My body was twitching. He was raising and lowering his head licking and making a smacking sound with his lips. I told him I was close, but he just kept at it. Finally, I grabbed his shoulders and shook my hips and let out a high-pitched whine as I came. I fell back into the sand and my body was limp.

He laid down beside me in the sand. He was kissing my neck, then he adjusted me into a position on my hands and knees. He got behind me and wiped the sand from my ass. I felt him push a wet finger into my crack then remove it. He spat on his fingers and pushed them into me again right up to my anus. He even cleared his throat and spat again and pushed the wet sticky mixture of phlegm, saliva and my cum past my anus into my rectum. Then he got behind me and grabbed my hips and shoved his cock into my cheeks. He slid it around back there for a while but kept adjusting it, so it was pointed right towards my anus. He was grinding away, and I felt my skin being pulled and pressure right at my opening. It felt a little dry after a while and moved back. He cleared his throat and I felt spit hitting my crack. He pushed two fingers right into my rectum. He adjusted himself and then he started again.

It hurt as I felt it stretch, and then a sharp pain as he shoved it in. I begged him to stop. “You can’t. Please don’t. I will be sore, and my mom will notice for sure.

“Ok. Just. Hold still. And push against me when I tell you to.”

He kept thrusting, but not as deep. He was leaning onto me, and his cock was kept at the right angle as he pulled my hips and grinded. It was a weird pushing and shaking that went on and on. My hands and knees were sinking into the sand. He told me to push, and I started to move forward and back. I just concentrated on pushing against him and I felt pressure again when he pushed all the way forward until he was lodged in me. He let out a loud groan that I was sure could be heard far away and I felt a warm liquid inside my rectum. He pushed hard again, and I felt myself being split as more cum came out of him. I felt it throb a few more times lodged in my stretched opening and then the pressure was gone. The wetness was running down my crack onto my balls. He held me in that position as the juice trickled down. He let go and I sprawled forward. I was wet in front and back and I had sand everywhere from my shoes to my face.

He got up and pulled up his pants. He said he would bring me a towel. I told him to go back and start the fire. After he left, I pulled up my shorts over all the sticky wetness. I didn’t know how I was going to explain myself. I could try to sneak past them into the beach house, but I would probably be spotted. I walked back to the beach and ran into the lake wearing nothing but my shorts. I lowered my shorts and rubbed my crotch, ass and legs beneath the water. I tried to relax my anus as it soaked in the cool water. I walked back on the sand to put on my shoes and shirt.

I made my way back to the beach house just as Rick was getting the fire started. My mother noticed that I was wet and asked me why. I told her I just wanted to swim to cool down, so I could warm up next to the fire. Aunt Jane ran to the house and came back with a large towel and wrapped it around me. She stood there hugging me as I shivered. The fire took a while to get going and Rick occasionally looked up as his girlfriend stood with her arms wrapped around me.

That night I heard whispering from their bedroom. It sounded like an argument. My aunt did most of the talking. She was trying to convince Rick of something. Then the argument stopped. It was quiet for a few minutes until I heard my aunt moan. I sat up on the couch. Something was going on in there. My curiosity made me tiptoe over and listen through the door. I could hear my aunt making cooing and sharp breathing noises. I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear licking and slurping mixed in with my aunt’s moans. Rick was giving her oral sex. I stayed by the door listening as the sounds became more pronounced and my aunt’s breath was getting louder. “Oh Richard.” The licking sounds became quicker, and my aunt said his name again and again in a breathy whisper. My aunt’s voice was reaching a higher pitch. She sounded like a teenager. The bed creaked. She shouted. I tiptoed back to the couch and pretended to sleep.

The door opened and Rick walked to the bathroom. I could tell it was him by his heavier footsteps. The faucet ran in the bathroom, and I heard Rick slurp up some water and gargle. Rick had ignored her for too many days. It was a busy night for Rick, it was a busy week. I smiled at the thought. He walked through the room again and then closed the bedroom door behind him.

The sound she had made was such pure pleasure. Rick made me sound like that. I sounded more like a teenage girl than my aunt had. Even the first time with his hand I had squeaked like a girl. The next three times I screamed in a high pitch that I didn’t even recognize. Rick was so good at giving oral pleasure. I felt like he knew what to do exactly but that he was also enjoying himself. The sounds of his pleasure when he sucked me was what put me over. I couldn’t imagine what he had done to my aunt. I had seen plenty of pictures of woman’s pussy, but I had no understanding how oral sex with a woman would work. Maybe it was like when Rick put his tongue up my backside. I didn’t know what to expect but somehow it felt like an orgasm. A weak steady orgasm deep inside of me.

There was no noise coming from their bedroom. He had spent everything he had with me in the sand. Tomorrow afternoon or evening he would be ready again, but I would be gone. I wouldn’t feel his strong hands on me again. I felt a dull ache in my rectum. I couldn’t imagine what it would have felt like if he had shoved himself fully in me.

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The week was over. I probably wouldn’t see him again until the Christmas holidays if at all. I am sure we wouldn’t have time alone again. I knew that I would replay my time with him endlessly in my head. He would dominate my masturbation sessions. I wouldn’t imagine things; I would remember them.

The next day they drove us to the ferry. While we waited, we thanked them. Aunt Jane wanted to bring us back. In the fall they would only come on the occasional weekend and my mother could not get time off. Aunt Jane suggested I come back in October with Rick to close the house for the season. Rick thought it was a great idea.

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