Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2013 00:47:43 -0400
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave; Part 1

Author's Note:

This story is intended for people over 18 only.  All characters are over 18.

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Beach Wedding Slave
Part 1


    My flight landed in Cuba late in the evening, and by the time I made it
through customs and onto the shuttle to the resort it was well after
midnight.  After a lengthy drive through the dark countryside, I was more
than happy to get quickly checked in and settled into my room - it had been
an exhausting day of travel.  A big part of me was not looking forward to
the upcoming week.

    Ryan, a childhood friend of mine, was getting married to his longtime
girlfriend Felice.  We had kept in touch over the years, and I would always
spend some time with him when I'd return home to visit my family.  When he
invited me to his tropical beach wedding I hadn't really considered going -
but after a messy breakup with my boyfriend of 3 years and the dreary cold
of Canadian winters, I figured this could be a great excuse for a vacation.
So with weeks to spare before the wedding, I sent a late RSVP, booked the
flight and accommodations, and was excited to take a break from my life -
little did I know what a break it would turn out to be.

    I awoke the next morning to a brilliant blue day.  My room was in a 6
unit villa on the resort compound, overlooking the giant pool.  I could
already see people making their way to the main building to have breakfast,
decked out in their swimsuits and towels.  There was an awful lot of
couples here - elderly couples, couples my parents' age, young couples with
children.  I was not regretting my recent break up with my boyfriend, but I
couldn't help but feel aware of being single among so many pairs.  What had
I gotten myself into?

    After slipping into some shorts and a sleeveless tshirt, I made my way
to the breakfast buffet to meet up with Ryan and the rest of the wedding
party.  Unfortunately, since I booked my trip so late, I was only able to
coordinate part of my vacation with the wedding - and would be left to my
own devices for the rest of the week as they made their way back home.
Ryan had been on the resort for almost a week already, and the wedding was
scheduled for tomorrow morning.  The happy couple would have one more day
of freedom before returning home as man and wife - leaving me 5 days to
enjoy some solitude.

      It wasn't hard to find Ryan and the rest of the wedding party.  They
were sitting at a large table, laughing and enjoying each other's company.
Ryan was sitting at the head, leaning back in his chair with his arms
behind his head.  Seeing him there in the warm sunshine, his tan skin and
easy smile, immediately made me think of our teenage years together.  Ryan
was the first person I had come out to, and he had always been a patient
and understanding friend.  During those years I had such a crush on the boy
and would spend countless nights fantasizing about his soft lips, his dark
eyes and the smell of his neck, imagining him holding me down on his bed
while we made love for hours on end.  Needless to say, this never amounted
to anything besides a wealth of masturbation fantasies - and looking at him
now, making love was the last thing on my mind.  Fucking perhaps, but
definitely not making love.

      "Matt!  You made it!"  Ryan shouted across the restaurant the moment
he saw me.  He jumped up from his chair, sadly hiding his hairy pits which
had been so beautifully on display a moment before.  Before I knew it, his
arms were around me and I was helpless as he hoisted me into the air in a
bear hug.  I could feel the defined muscles of his chest as he squeezed me
tighter, and breathed his scent in deeply as he lowered me to the ground.

      "You're looking great, man!  I see you've finally put on a little bit
of weight," Ryan joked as he slapped his hand into my abdomen.  I had
always been thin, but in the last few years I had been putting effort into
getting myself toned at the gym.  I was proud of the results, and while
still being a bit skinny I had some great muscle definition that I was
looking forward to showing off at the poolside and on the beach.

      "I'm sorry to hear about you and Scott, I thought you guys were such
a happy couple," Ryan consoled.

      "Don't worry about it, man.  Things had been going downhill for quite
a while, I'm surprised we stayed together as long as we did."  Thinking
about my ex-boyfriend was the last thing I wanted to do on this holiday.
"Besides, Ryan, we're here to celebrate you and Felice.  Where is the
blushing bride?"

      And with that, Ryan ushered me to the table to introduce me to the
wedding party.  Ryan's parents, Mr & Mrs Robinson, were there, as well as
his younger sister Kim.  Felice had brought her mother, and a couple
girlfriends - Danielle and Jasmine.  Ryan explained to me that it was a
small group, they planned to have a more formal celebration when they
returned home later in the week.

      As it turned out, Felice's mother was quite the busy body and had the
entire wedding week planned out for everyone.  A schedule for each day's
activities had been prepared well in advance which consisted of historical
tours, boat rides and nature visits that took the group off of the resort
for hours at a time.  While she was going over the day's itinerary, I
caught Mr. Robinson rolling his eyes while Ryan looked at me trying to
stifle a chuckle.  I quickly found myself fortunate that I was such a late
addition to the group that she was not able to include me into any of their
outing activities.

      We finished breakfast and the wedding party made their way to the
resort lobby to catch their bus for today's adventure.  Ryan promised me
that we'd spend the evening together talking over drinks.  His sister Kim
whispered in my ear as they departed, "Have fun on the beach you lucky
bastard."  On the first full day of my vacation, having fun on the beach
was my first priority.

      Well as it turns out, sitting alone on the beach isn't as fun as it's
cracked up to be.  There were plenty of people to look at, and enough
things to do if you had the desire - swimming, paddle boating, wind
surfing, building sandcastles.  I knew I would be having a few drinks with
Ryan later this evening and wanted to avoid anything other than water
sitting there in the blazing sunshine.  People watching was not as exciting
as I imagined either.  Most of the beach folk were the kind of couples I
had seen everywhere since my arrival - husbands and wives in the 50+ age
range.  Granted, there were a few gay couples that I could spot - but
perhaps they made me feel even more single than the heterosexual pairs.

      After about an hour of sunning myself, I decided to take a swim in
the ocean.  As I made my way to the water I couldn't help but notice one of
the gay couples checking me out.  They were a bit older, both easily in
their 40s, handsome and tanned.  I felt the heat rising to my face as I
walked by, I couldn't believe I was blushing like a schoolboy.  One of the
men commented loud enough for me to hear, "Nice ass," followed by his
partner smacking him on the arm and telling him to behave himself.  Aren't
couples cute?

      I made sure to walk by them as I finished with my swim.  My trunks
were heavy with water and clinging to my hips when I came out of the ocean
and my cock was outlined in the wet fabric.  I could feel their eyes on me
as I strode by and enjoyed feeling attractive after dating Scott for so
long.

      The rest of the day passed without much excitement.  I ate lunch at
the snack bar and passed by the pool on my way back to my room for an
afternoon nap.  I had an early supper on the balcony and awaited Ryan and
the rest of the wedding party's return for later that evening.  The group
had had a full day and Ryan was pretty exhausted.  After an hour or so of
catching up and a couple drinks, he excused himself to get a good night's
sleep for his wedding on the beach tomorrow morning - leaving me feeling a
little lonely once again.

      Well I'm going to make the best of this vacation, one way or another,
I thought to myself.  It was too early to turn in for the night so I
grabbed a book and made my way back to the snack bar where I had my lunch.
I ordered a drink and prepared to read a couple chapters under a patio
light when I noticed the gay couple from the beach sit down a couple tables
away from me.  They had noticed me as well and I was feeling a bit less shy
than usual, probably because of the drinks I'd had.  I spent the next half
hour casually checking them out as they sat talking to each other.

      The first guy, the one who said I had a nice ass, was very tall and
quite well built.  He was well over 6 feet, and had broad shoulders and a
muscled chest visible even through his linen shirt.  He had a chiseled
face, with cropped dark brown hair mixed with a distinguished silvery grey.
A light beard framed his thick lips and was shadowed by his strong, angular
nose.  His eyes were rich green and framed with dark, full lashes.  I had
not noticed just how strikingly handsome he was when I saw him earlier on
the beach.

      His partner was a bit smaller, but in no way any less masculine.  His
build was a bit less bulky, and his skin was an attractive olive brown.
His angular face was accentuated by the short black stubble on his chin,
and a thick mane of dark hair swept over his forehead.  Together they made
a very hot couple.

      I was still dividing my time between my book and checking the two
guys out when the smaller one stood up, gave his partner a quick kiss on
the lips and said goodnight.  He brushed past me on his way off of the
patio, leaving me and his partner alone aside from the bartender watching
tv and cook behind the counter.

      The bigger guy watched his partner leave, and then flashed me his
handsome smile once he was out of sight.  "Hey, hows it going?" he asked in
a deep voice.

      I almost choked on my tongue, and sputtered a reply, "Pretty good,
thanks."

      The bigger guy stood up and smirked, obviously enjoying catching me
off guard.  My heart started to race as he came closer to my table.  I
hadn't seen the harm in a little playful flirting while on vacation and was
now suddenly concerned that things might be getting out of control.  How
little did I know.

      "I'm Trent," the big man said as he thrust his arm my way, his big,
rough hand outstretched towards me.

      "M-matthew," I stammered, taking his big hand in mine.  "My friends
call me Matt."

      Trent grasped my hand in his, giving it a firm, almost painful,
shake.  Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled up a chair and was
sitting beside me - our knees touching under the table.

      "So Matthew, what brings you to Cuba?  Are you here alone?" Trent
asked, his eyes locked onto mine in an intense stare.  Though I was feeling
intimidated, I was getting aroused having this hot man sitting so close to
me.  I could feel the heat from his leg against mine, and the rough hair on
his lower leg was close enough to tickle my own skin.

      I quickly explained that I was travelling alone, and here at the
resort for a friend's wedding.  I was so nervous that I found myself
blurting out that after the wedding, I would be at the resort alone by
myself for several days before my return home.  I am not sure why, but I
also told him about having broken up with Scott, and how this vacation was
a treat for myself.  Trent's intense stare while I spoke was hard to match,
and I found myself looking down at the table to avoid his gaze.  He told me
that his partner Wes and himself were leaving the resort the same day I was
scheduled to.

      While looking down at the table, I felt Trent's strong hand at my
shoulder and then behind my neck.  I looked up to meet his eyes as he
grasped me by the back of my neck firmly and said, "You're so nervous,
Matthew.  You need to relax."

      I closed my eyes and felt a shudder run through my body.  Trent's
strong hand felt so good on my neck.  My mind was racing, I wasn't sure
what was happening.  Here I was on vacation for Ryan's wedding, feeling
like I was about to be seduced by this big handsome man in the resort snack
bar - what was I doing?

      Trent let go of my neck and moved his hand down to my thigh.  He
squeezed my leg right above my knee and I could feel my cock begin to
harden.  "How would you like to come back to my room?" he asked.

      "I... I can't..." I stammered, once again looking down at the table
in embarrassment.  "What about your partner Wes?"

      "Don't worry about him," Trent said.  "He's probably sound asleep by
now.  We have a jacuzzi big enough for two in the bathroom..."

      I didn't know what to say.  I wasn't sure how I felt about fooling
around with someone's boyfriend, that was essentially the root of the
problem that led to my breakup with Scott - he was constantly cheating on
me.  "I can't... I really don't think it's a good idea..." I stammered.

      Trent looked at me long and hard, and after a moment broke eye
contact to look out into the night.  "Suit yourself," he said, and after a
long pause of silence said, "it's a pretty nice night out.  Why don't we go
for a stroll along the beach?"

      I wasn't ready to end my evening and after a second of consideration
I agreed.  "Sure, let's go for a walk."

      Finding our way to the beach by moonlight was a bit harder than by
daylight.  The resort compound was quite spread out and we took a wrong
turn before finding the path to the boardwalk leading to the sand.  Trent
walked beside me, and would slide his arm up my back to rest on my shoulder
whenever we came to a turn in the path.  We didn't talk much, we just
enjoyed each other's company.

      Soon we were ankle deep the sand, staring out over the ocean
reflecting the light of the moon.  "Let's go for a swim," said Trent as he
unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a chest full of hair.

      "Uh, I'm not wearing a swimsuit," I said as I looked down at the
dress shorts I had been wearing when I met Ryan for drinks.

      "Well take off your shorts and swim in the nude," Trent said, a
glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

      Even though we were alone on the beach, I didn't want to risk being
seen naked - so instead I took off my tshirt and shorts, setting them onto
an empty lounger chair.  I stood there wearing a pair of low cut designer
briefs, green with yellow ribbing.  "I'll swim in my underwear," I told
Trent.  He had wasted no time taking off his clothes, and I was a little
disappointed to see he was wearing a black square cut speedo under his own
shorts.  He filled out his swimsuit beautifully, his round asscheeks were
barely covered by the black fabric as he bent before me to add his clothes
to mine on the lounger.  While I was checking out his ass he turned his
head to admire me.

      "Well aren't you a smooth boy," Trent said as his eyes went over my
hairless chest.  He turned to face me and slid a finger over my exposed hip
bone, catching in the band of my underwear as his finger traced downwards.
My cock was rock hard the moment he touched me.

      "Looks like you're getting a little excited, boy," Trent said as he
squeezed my cock through the fabric of my underwear.

      "I'm not a boy," I protested, "I'll be thirty in less than a month."

      "Whatever you say, boy," Trent said with a smirk.  "Now get your ass
in the water."

      Playing along, I replied with, "Yes Sir!" which caused Trent to
release a deep chuckle.

      The water held the heat of the day and felt warm against my skin.
Trent splashed into the ocean behind me and we waded our way deeper until
we were up to our shoulders.  We horsed around in the water for a bit,
jumping around and splashing each other, and I had to admit this was the
most fun I'd had on this holiday so far.  It wasn't long before I felt
Trent's strong arms around me as he pulled me into his chest.  I could feel
his chest hair against my smooth skin and I went instantly hard again.  I
could feel my cock pressed against the flat of his stomach as he lifted me
up in the water and looked into my face.  I could now feel the hardness of
his cock through his swimsuit, pressed up against my thigh.

      He pressed his lips to the side of my throat while he held me up in
the water with one strong arm.  With his other hand, he slid down my back
and his fingers found their way under the elastic leg-band of my underwear,
fondling the spot where my thigh ended and ass began. I moaned in pleasure
as he touched me, and knew that my inhibitions about getting fucked by a
man with a boyfriend had just gone out the window.  But before I knew it,
Trent nipped me on the neck (that's going to leave a mark I thought) and
then tossed me backwards into the ocean.  When I surfaced from under the
water, he had already made it most of the way back to the beach where our
clothes were.

      I wasted no time following him out of the water.  By the time I made
it to him, he was reclining on the beach lounger beside our pile of
clothes, glistening wet under the moonlight.  I could see he had a big cock
from the outline in his swimwear, and was surprised the fabric was actually
keeping it covered.  Perhaps I wasn't thinking clearly, but I wanted his
cock and I wanted it now.

      I dropped to my knees in the sand beside him and looked around
quickly to ensure that we were still alone on the beach.  Confident that we
would not be seen by anyone, I reached my hands forward to pull down
Trent's swimsuit.  But before my hands could make contact, Trent put his
hand on my head and pushed me backward.  "Not so fast, whore," he said, no
longer smiling.  Before I knew what was happening, he was up and out of the
lounger and had me pinned on my back in the sand.  He used his knees to
hold my arms down while he sat heavily upon my chest.

      My heart had jumped up into my throat and I felt a surge of panic.
This playful flirting had taken a dark turn and I was suddenly afraid for
my safety.  "Please don't hurt me," I begged.

      "Hurt you?  I'm not going to hurt you, you little slut," Trent said
as he leaned his face in close to mine.  "You've been staring at me since
you saw me, you even put on that little show for me and Wes earlier today
on this very beach.  You're not fooling anyone with your little hard to get
act, whore.  I know you want to get fucked, don't you?"  As he said this,
Trent reached a hand back to squeeze my cock through my underwear, and was
not surprised to find it throbbing for release.

      "Look at you, you're rock hard.  You might be saying no with your
mouth but your body is saying yes."

      I had to admit, through the panic and fear I was still extremely
turned on.  I had always fantasized about being dominated by a strong man
but had never had the courage to pursue this urge.  Having Trent hold me
down like this was exhilarating, the feel of his strong legs holding my
arms down, the weight of him on my chest, was almost enough to make my dick
explode.  We were on the middle of a public beach and the excitement of
being caught was just adding to my erection.

      "Please fuck me.  Please fuck me, Trent," I could barely believe I
was saying this.

      Without warning, Trent leaned back on my chest and brought his hand
forward to slap me across the cheek.  "Oh I'm going to fuck you, you
worthless little bitch.  You're going to beg for it too," he said as he
looked down at me.  "But if you call me anything other than Sir, you're
going to get another slap.  Do you understand?"

      I could feel my face flushing with heat where he hit me.  It was
degrading, but it was also an incredible turn on.  "Yes Sir," I replied.

      "That's better, faggot," Trent said as he leaned backwards further.
I could feel his hands on my underwear and he began to force them down my
legs, exposing my cock to the night air.  I couldn't do anything to stop
him, and I wasn't even sure I wanted to stop him.  Once he got my underwear
close to my knees, he could reach no further and ordered me to kick them
the rest of the way off.  I didn't want to risk getting another slap, so I
obediently worked my way out of them and kicked them into the sand a couple
feet away from where we lay.  I was now completely naked, pinned down on
the beach in the sand.

      "Good boy," Trent whispered and leaned forward close to my face once
again.  With his intense stare he said to me, "I am going to fuck your
face, you filthy little slut.  I am going to fuck your face like the
worthless whore you are.  You are going to swallow every drop of my cum and
you are going to thank me for it when I am done.  Got it?"  He emphasized
this last part by shifting his weight onto my pinned arms, causing me to
yelp out in pain.

      "Y... yes... you're hurting me," I stammered.

      "Yes, what?" Trent asked, a dark look on his face.

      "Yes, Sir," I replied and immediately felt him shift his weight back
to my chest.

      Trent leaned back and brought his hand forward once again.  I turned
my face away, thinking he was going to slap me but instead he said, "Don't
be such a pussy.  Get my hand wet."

      I turned to face him and he held his open hand in front of my mouth.
It took me a moment to work up a mouthful of spit, but when I did I used my
tongue to lubricate his palm and fingers.  I could feel my cock get harder
as my tongue traced its way down his thick fingers.  I anticipated what he
was going to do with a hand wet with my saliva.

      As I knew he would, Trent reached his hand back and grasped my aching
cock.  With his other hand he yanked his swimsuit down his hips and his
huge uncut cock sprang forward before my eyes.  Compared to my 6 inch
member, Trent had a monster between his thighs.  His big, full balls
brushed my chest, the hairs tickling my sensitive skin.  With his cock just
inches from my face my senses were flooded with his musky scent.

      He thrust his hips forward and pointed his prick towards my mouth, at
the same time he grasped my own member firmly in his hand.  "I am going to
jerk you off while I fuck your face.  Don't you dare cum until I've shot my
load down your faggot throat, got it?"

      His huge cock was already pressed against my lips, all I could manage
was "uh huh."

      And with that, he pushed his hips an inch further and his cock
entered my eager mouth. "Get to work, cockscuker," was all he said.

      I didn't need any more encouragement.  With his knees still pinning
my arms down, I had to do the job with my mouth alone.  I pushed my head
forward and worked his fat cock head in my eager mouth, tracing my tongue
around the slit.  I pushed my head further another few inches and slid my
tongue along Trent's shaft.  It felt like his huge cock was stretching my
mouth to the limit.

      Trent moaned and I knew he approved so far.  "You like the taste of
my cock, you fucking slut?" he growled at me.  He didn't wait for an answer
before he started to stroke my cock with one hand while thrusting his hips
forward to meet my hungry mouth.

      I continued to suck his prick, savoring the feel of his wet flesh
sliding back and forth over my lips.  I could taste the salty flavor of his
precum as his foreskin passed over my tongue with each thrust of his hips.
I was in heaven sucking this dominant man's cock on the beach under the
moonlight, I was beyond caring if anyone caught us.

      The whole time I had his cock in my mouth, Trent kept calling me all
kinds of degrading things.  Each dirty word just made my own dick come
closer to the edge and I found myself bucking my hips into each thrust of
his hand.

      "You are such a filthy whore.  I bet you'd fuck anyone on the beach,
wouldn't you?  You're a little slut, look at you with my cock in your
mouth.  You will be begging me to shoot my load down that greedy throat of
yours, won't you boy?"

      I tried my best to say "yes sir" but it came out as more of a muffled
moan than actual words.  I was trying my best to focus on the task at hand,
taking his cock as deep into my mouth as I could - but I was so turned on
with his hand stroking my own prick that I was on the verge of losing my
concentration on not cumming first.

      Trent gave my cock a solid squeeze and said, "That's a good little
pussy boy faggot."  His dirty talk was almost as hot as his cock sliding
back and forth over my lips.  I couldn't help myself, with a shudder my
cock exploded in his hand, shooting streams of cum onto my abdomen and onto
his back. I shook during the intensity of the orgasm and Trent had to shift
his position on my chest in order to keep me pinned to the ground.

      "You stupid whore, I told you not to cum," Trent growled as he looked
down at me.  He gave my sensitive cockhead one last squeeze before
gathering up a handful of my cum smearing it over my forehead and into my
hair.  He then grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands and began
truly fuck my face.

       In one quick motion, he thrust his hips forward and pulled my head
down onto his cock.  I was suddenly choking on his prick while my nose was
buried in his pubic hair.  I felt every inch of his cock fill my mouth as
he pushed in as deeply as he could.  I tried to struggle to get my arms
free, but Trent was too strong.  After a few seconds he began to thrust
himself into my mouth at a quick pace.  I could barely breathe under the
assault and was having trouble just trying not to choke on his monster
cock.  He continued to degrade me by calling me a lousy cocksucker and a
queer bait pansy.  I was loving it!

      I knew he was getting close to cumming when his endless tirade of
insults stopped and he began to moan instead.  His grip on the back of my
head tightened and I began to feel his cock swelling in my mouth.  I hadn't
had a dick in my mouth since Scott and I was hungry to taste another man's
load.  The unmistakable shudder of an approaching orgasm warned me what I
had in store.

      "Fuck yeah, you cocksucking whore," Trent hissed as he began to shoot
his load in my mouth.  The first two spurts of his precious seed splashed
the back of my throat and I sputtered as it went down.  Trent began to pull
out of my mouth and his third spurt left a pool of jizz on my tongue for me
to savor.  Trent was groaning and whispering, "Fuck yeah," as he pulled his
cock out of my mouth and deposited one last squirt of cum directly in my
face.  I could feel his hot man juice dripping down the side of my nose as
it collected on my upper lip.

      "What do you have to say to me, you fucking fairy?" Trent whispered
in my ear.

      "Thank you," I replied.

      "Thank you what?" he growled.

      "Thank you, Sir," I practically moaned.  "Thank you for your cum," I
added.

      Trent looked at me as he leaned back to rest his ass on my chest once
again.  "Look at the little faggot with a face full of cum," he said and
then reached forward to smear his seed all over my face.  He reached to the
pile of clothes on the lounger beside us and grabbed my dress shorts.  He
then proceeded to wipe the cum I had shot on his back off with my shorts,
and then smeared them into the liberal pool of cooling jizz on my own
stomach.  He looked into my eyes as he tossed my shorts overhand into the
bushes bordering the edge of the beach.

      "You didn't need those, did you, fag?" he said with a smirk.  He
pulled his swimsuit back up over his round ass and shrinking cock and stood
up as I lay in the sand exhausted and spent.  I just lay there looking up
at this beautiful man as I savored the sweet salty taste of his cum in my
mouth.  I made a move to get up but Trent put his foot on my chest and
said, "Stay down."

      I immediately obeyed and laid back down bare assed on the sand.  I
watched him slide his linen shirt back on and fasten each button painfully
slow.  He pulled on his shorts while watching me on the ground.  "You look
like such a fucking whore, Matthew," he said.  "Your face is covered in cum
and you have it smeared all through your hair.  What a slut."  He shook his
head as he looked down on me.  "You're getting hard again, I can't believe
what a faggot you are, you should be ashamed of yourself."

      It was true, I was getting hard again laying in the sand before this
hot stud who just blew his load down my throat.  And yes, part of me felt
ashamed and humiliated about what I had just done - but a bigger part of me
was so turned on and eager for more.

      He shook his head at my obvious arousal and said, "Meet me in the
snack bar again tomorrow night if you'd like some more of my cock, fag."
My prick was throbbing again, I couldn't wait to do this again with such a
hot man.

      Trent bent down and grabbed my shirt, and then stepped forward to
pick up my underwear out of the sand.  I didn't like where this was headed
and started to get up and protest.  He simply put his foot on my chest once
again and pushed me back down to the sand.

      "I said stay down, you useless fuck.  I also told you not to cum
before me.  I am taking your clothes as punishment."  And with that he
removed his foot from my chest and then kicked a wave of sand onto me.  By
the time I wiped the sand from my eyes he was well on his way to the path
heading back the resort.

      I pulled myself up from the sand and felt the cool night breeze
against my bare ass.  I stood there for a moment, looking at my hard cock
sticking out from my body and the clumps of sand stuck in the cum on my
belly and face.  What a sorry sight I must be, thank god the beach was
empty this late in the evening.  Trent had kindly left my sandals behind,
and I slid them on and began to search the bushes for my discarded dress
shorts.  Just as I found them I heard footsteps coming down the boardwalk
path to the beach.  I had just enough time to slip my cum stained shorts up
over my erect cock before an elderly couple strolled out onto the beach for
a late night walk.  I was mortified at the thought of someone seeing me
with my cock tenting in my cum stained shorts with drying jizz in my hair
and on my face.  Thankfully they headed away from me and I was able to make
it back to my room without further incident.  I kicked off my shorts and
fell onto the bed with my hard cock in my hand.  I blew a second load of
cum all over my chest before drifting into a pleasant sleep to dream about
the next time Trent would turn me into his personal cum slut.