I didn’t know Brian super well, though we’d been work friends for most of the year. So when he suggested I go to the beach with him that weekend, I was pretty surprised.
“I have the place booked and everything - incredible house, but my girlfriend is sick and can’t come. So come!” he texted.
Why not? I thought. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been to the shore. And besides the fact that Brian and I got along well, he had this undeniably sexy vibe that always made me curious. I’d met his girlfriend, and they seemed a lot alike - both tattooed and alternative-ish. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that part of my interest was getting to see Brian in a swimsuit. He was hot and had a great body.
I didn’t know how aware Brian was of my sexuality. Being bi, I don’t always put it out there. But this was all in the back of mind; mostly I was excited to have a free place to relax on the beach for a couple days.
He had Friday off but I didn't, so he was already a day into his vacation when I got there. He greeted me with a big hug. The place was awesome - beach front, hammocks off the front porch. But it was also pretty small.
“I hope it’s cool that there’s only one bed,” he said. “You’re welcome to the couch, too, but it’s not super comfortable. I really don’t mind sharing the bed if you don’t.”
“No problem,” I said. My horniness kicked up a notch.
We headed to the beach and stripped down. Brian’s body did not disappoint. He was lithe and tan, smooth all over, and covered in tattoos. I tried not to stare at the swinging dick in his loose trunks, but it was pretty noticeable.
We spent that whole afternoon lying in the sand, nibbling weed brownies and sipping beer. I felt super mellow by dinner, which we ate at a seaside place that, I couldn’t help but notice, was almost exclusively patronized by couples.
“Me and my girlfriend always come here,” he said over the candlelit table.
“It’s too bad she couldn’t come,” I said.
“Yeah, too bad for her,” he said with a grin.
“Well, bad for you too,” I said.
“Eh,” he said, shrugging. “It’s nice to get to know you better.” He regarded me then unfurled a flirty grin. “You can be my girlfriend for the weekend,” he said. I laughed - it was a joke. But it also felt like he was fishing for a response.
We continued to drink back at the beach house and when I said I was ready to turn in, he stretched and yawned and said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
It was odd, the two of us getting ready for bed at the same time, in the same room. Like we were a couple.
“This isn’t weird, right?” he said, standing there in his loose boxer shorts and rubbing moisturizer into his shoulders. “Sharing a bed?”
“Long as you keep your hands to yourself,” I said.
“No promises,” he said, and stuck out his tongue. We got in bed and shut off the lights. I tried to drift off, listening to the low roar of the ocean. But my cock was swelling and receding just like the surf.
I think I drifted off for a bit, but woke to Brian shifting around. Finally he sighed, loudly.
“You okay?” I said. I could see his face in the moonlight, looking up at the ceiling.
“Yeah, I’m just…I wish you were my girlfriend. Right now, anyway,” he said, with a chuckle. The moment persisted, became taut like a wire. I couldn’t think of a response, so I turned on my side, away from him.
Then he said, “Are you bi?” My heart revved.
“Yeah,” I said, thinking of how we’d studiously avoided discussion of sex or romantic partners up until now.
“That’s cool,” he said. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m like, hard. I won’t go soft until I get off.”
“I get it,” I said.
A pause. “You mind if I jack off?” he said.
Heart pounding now. “Go for it,” I said. Thinking he might still just go to the bathroom, or downstairs. I heard him pull his legs out of the covers. Then the unmistakeable sound of a hard, heavy cock whacking back against his stomach, probably when it had got caught in the elastic of his boxers as he slid them down. Then, wet saliva and a slow, delicious exhale.
I felt paralyzed. But the invitation was pretty obvious - at least to take a look. I flipped over and turned my head toward him.
It was a beautiful sight: Brian’s sun-kissed body laid out nude in the moonlight, soft shadows on his smooth-as-milk skin, right down to his shaved crotch mound and summer-sausage sized cock, which he pumped in his tattooed hand. He was stroking and looking at me, our eyes meeting for a moment before he closed them and continued: long, slow strokes up and down his beautifully thick rod, his other hand roaming over his tight chest and hard nipples. He slid that hand down to cup his smooth balls. Then he stopped stroking to tweak his cock head, and let out a quick, quiet gasp.
I lay there for a while, taking in the show. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to finish. Occasionally he’d make eye contact with me and it seemed to ramp it up for him - he would close his eyes then, pause with his fingers tweaking his cock head, catch his breath.
I was throbbing and here was this incredibly hot guy jacking off in bed next to me. I cleared my throat. “Do you want any help?” I said. Brian watched me as he slowly took his hand away from his cock. I reached for it: nine thick inches, hot as the sun. I picked it up. It was heavy. I gave it a slow stroke. Brian closed his eyes and arched his back. He moaned.
Lube seemed like a good idea so I got my palm wet with spit and went back to it, slowly exploring his cock and then sitting up a little so I could use my other hand to feel his balls. He watched my hands, mostly. When it felt really good - like when I felt up his chest and nipples - he would close them for a moment, then open them again on mine.
I kept inching closer. I saw him nod from the corner of my eye as I brought my nose to his balls, sniffing in his scent of musk with a hint of sunscreen. Finally I couldn’t resist. I looked to him as I extended my tongue. I licked from his balls, up the shaft and to the tip, my eyes on his the whole time. He tasted salty and clean.
“Oh my god…” he groaned as I swirled the tip of my tongue into his pisshole. I lapped at his balls, taking each one in my mouth. Finally I sucked on the head of his cock, then slid my lips down to swallow all of him. Brian moaned as I began to suck him.
It wasn’t an ideal position so I got between his legs and he shifted to accommodate me. I fondled his balls as I kept a steady rhythm on his cock. It didn’t take long for him to get close.
He never warned me, but I could tell he was going to cum, and I wanted to take it. I kept his cock deep in my throat as he started to blast, his cock swelling and the first shot flooding my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed. His moans were sweet as a healthy load of jizz blasted out of his balls and down my throat. Some escaped the sides of my mouth and drizzled down his shaft. I waited till he was finished then cleaned up what I'd missed.
Brian smiled a tired smile at me and said “Thanks.” I just smiled back, wiping my mouth and getting back on my side of the bed. We turned around and fell asleep.
I woke up what felt like a couple of hours later. Brian was on his back, jacking off again. He looked at me as I stirred. I didn’t say anything, just took my place again between his legs.
I’d gotten a good rhythm going when Brian began grabbing at my thigh, then reaching for my ass. I shifted to give him better access and soon I was on top of him, flipped around, sucking his cock deep as he dove his tongue into my asshole. Then he replaced his tongue a finger, then two fingers.
We never talked. I just got on all fours and Brian got behind me. It took a lot of spit and a couple tries, but soon he was all the way inside of me. My cock was completely hard.
Brian fucked really well. He started slow, then ramped it up with liquid motions of his hips and long-dick strokes. He didn’t rush but he didn’t last long, either. He held onto my hips and pounded, his balls and hips slapping against me as he fucked.
“Yeah, stroke yourself,” was the only thing he said, after I’d started to get myself off. Soon after that he held his cock deep and unloaded into me. I came a moment later, all over the bed. He pulled out and we fell back into bed. Again he just looked at me with that tired, handsome smile, before we flipped away from each other and drifted off.
I woke up to the smell of him making us coffee. We spent the day like nothing had happened - it was margaritas and more weed brownies on the beach. Even though we didn’t talk about it, there was the feeling like we’d gotten closer, and that both of us were eager for it to happen again.
The only “tell” was that, on our way back from dinner that night, we stopped to grab some stuff at a drugstore. But what I didn’t notice until we met back up at the counter was that Brian had also picked up a bottle of lube. I didn’t say anything about it, and he never mentioned it, but the implication was clear: we were fucking again tonight.
So the evening had some tension as we settled onto the balcony to drink beer. It was like we were both eager to go to bed and fuck but couldn’t come out and say it.
Finally, after several long pauses, Brian stretched and yawned and looked at me: “Ready to turn in?”
“Yeah,” I said.
When we stripped down this time in the bedroom we were both hard. We got in bed and I just reached for his cock, then got back in between his legs. It was even better this time, having waited all day and gotten plenty of practice the night before.
I sucked him slowly and made a lot of eye contact this time, which seemed to ramp it up for both of us. When he first slid inside my ass, he sighed like he’d been waiting to do it all day. I could tell he was planning to make it last.
He fucked me slowly and he fucked me hard. Mostly from behind, but also on my back. I rode him for a while and even came like that, all over his smooth and sun-kissed chest. Still he kept fucking me, finally blasting his babies into me about an hour in.
Again, sleep, then up a couple hours later and getting right back to it. We fucked all night - three, maybe four times total - and he came in me every time. The lube became unnecessary early on, I was so full of his cum.
I came as much as he did, either on myself or all over him, which he seemed to enjoy. A couple times we managed to cum at the same time. We had a towel next to the bed we’d use to wipe ourselves off then we’d just crash out for a while, wake up later and do it again.
We got in one last round that morning - a quick one, cause we had to check out by eleven. He fucked me from behind and came in me, while I came on the bed, but it wasn’t much. We were both pretty wrung out.
I collapsed on the bed after he pulled out of me. Unlike before, Brian didn’t roll away. He looked at me. Then he brought his face to mine and, for the first time, we kissed.
It was a sweet kiss, a kiss to say “thank you” for what we’d both enjoyed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close as we made out some. And when it was done we looked at each other and laughed.
What could you say? I knew his deal - straight, more or less, and attached. I’d just gotten the opportunity to play his girlfriend for the weekend and I didn’t regret it. We left around the same time and, with a wave of his hand, he sped past me on the freeway; the two of us headed in the same direction but on different trajectories.