Hidden Cove

A/N: A reader dared me to write this. I hope it makes him, and all of you, hard. - Val

Sweat rolled down Scott’s side as he draped one hand across the wheel. His sleeveless shirt rippled and folded in the wind from the open window. The strong breeze felt good flying through his wavy brown hair, as he felt a smile cross his face.

Scott was a library research technician, which meant that while he did sometimes have to re-shelve books, his true interests emerged when he was asked to preserve a newly discovered ancient text, or translate a find for an archaeologist, or track down some obscure piece of lore.

Many of his dates scoffed at his enjoyment of his job, but he was happy, and he kept himself in top shape as a runner. He was currently stationed at an archaeology research facility on the island of Delos, working on preservation of ancient Greek texts. He’d always had an interest in ancient Greek life, particularly in their acceptance and celebration of gay lovers. Some of the texts he’d translated had been quite inventively descriptive, and he’d have to excuse himself for a quick jerk off in the restroom.

Today though, Scott had been in a bad argument with his boss about the meaning of a specific text, and he’d decided that he needed to blow off some steam. He cashed in a few of his vacation days and headed to the beach. Many were tourist destinations, but there were still a few beaches and coves here and there across the island that the locals kept secret. Scott’s friend Marco had recommended one off the beaten path, and that was where Scott was headed now.

“You should be left well enough alone there,” Marco had said, “It’s not really frequented…except by a particular crowd” he added with a grin.

“What’s that mean?” Scott pushed.

Marco just laughed, shaking his head, “Just keep your eyes open, you’ll thank me. Oh, but don’t stay past dusk – that’s when weird things start to happen there.”

“Weird things?”

“You know, just local legends and stuff.” Marco blustered, “Have fun!”

Wondering what his cryptic hints might imply, Scott had driven out that afternoon. As he pulled off the road where Marco had described, Scott could see why this cove had remained hidden. It had low stone outcroppings which hid it from the roadside until you got right up next to them to look down onto it, and its high rocky walls and narrow water entrance made it inaccessible from the Oceanside. It was a steep climb down, but there was an angled path which jigged back and forth on the inside wall.

Sweaty and hot from the drive, Scott stripped off his shirt and stuffed it in his drawstring bag, the sun gleaming brightly and warming his bare chest. Carefully, he began his descent down the path, his runner’s calves making easy work of the steep terrain.

Once he reached the bottom, he took his shoes and socks off before stepping onto the relatively small sandbar. In the sheltered cove, there wasn’t a lot of land area available, but the cove seemed completely deserted…almost. As he stepped out, he heard a low voice saying, “Shit!” and some quick scrambling behind him.

Turning swiftly, Scott looked in time to see two young men, both completely nude, and one bent forward against the rock wall before the other. They both had the deer in the headlights look of someone who had been caught in flagrante. In fact the top’s hard cock had slipped out, condom still on, still twitching slightly with the pumping blood of his fervor.

Scott immediately recognized what Marco’s hint had meant – it was a gay beach, typically safe for nudity, and on rare occasion, fooling around. Scott raised his hand in a cheery wave and spoke, in Greek, “Sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt. Continue if you like.” He turned and pretended to be looking for his beach towel, giving them a moment to decide, and also a chance to hide his own rising urges.

After a quiet murmur, the sounds of soft moaning and a repetitive meeting of bodies signaled that they’d continued their tryst. Scott laid out his beach towel and applied some sunscreen – the oil making his skin shine bronze, as he carefully avoided watching too closely. Still, whether from the sounds or the hazy visual in his peripheral vision, he felt himself beginning to grow hard.

Desires washed over him in waves, as the animal portion of his brain took over, and he began to consider more and more the possibility of casual sex in this hidden cove. He’d never had sex outdoors before, and the exhibitionist possibilities were exciting as well. Feeling a surge of confidence, he stood briefly to remove his shorts and swimsuit – standing fully nude in the light of the Greek sun. His marathon-sculpted body appeared a gleaming statue in the golden light.

He spent some time enjoying the freedom, drinking in the salt breeze of the ocean, rubbing sunscreen into his muscular legs and slowly oiling his hardening cock until it too, stood gleaming at full attention.

During this time though, the couple to his left seemed to have finished, because they got partially dressed and headed up the steep rocky path, holding hands and kissing occasionally. Scott felt a small bubble of hope inside him descend, but let it go. There was plenty of time for others to arrive.

He made good use of the sunshine, tanning first his back and then rolling onto his back to bronze his front. Scott let his eyes close and his mind rest as he listened to the softly rolling waves, and the breeze gently danced across his bare skin.

The sound of a quiet splash awakened him.

He raised himself up on his elbows and looked out across the water. The sun was now lower on the horizon, almost setting, and he remembered Marco’s warning in a flash. But suddenly he spotted a head bobbing in the water of the cove. The head didn’t seem to be looking at him, instead he was brushing his hair out of his eyes and singing quietly. His dirty blonde hair came down to his shoulders and was tangled with knots.

Scott strained his ears to listen, and was instantly enthralled. The man’s voice was a melodious baritone, sliding smoothly from the higher pitches to lower base notes. Strangely, Scott didn’t recognize the language, but whatever it was it was beautiful. The song seemed to have a mood of intense, passionate longing. It was also amplified tenfold by the semi-circular rock walls of the cove, bouncing the sound back so it almost sounded like five men singing with one pure, entrancing voice.

Scott waited until he paused, then bit his lip and muttered, “Fuck it.” He stood and waved to the man with the achingly gorgeous voice. When there was no immediate response, he chanced a “Hello!”

The man turned and swam closer, so quickly and smoothly Scott suspected he must be an athlete of some kind. This was confirmed when he rose partially from the water’s surface, revealing an incredibly well-developed physique, broad shoulders slipping down to incredible abs, all of which sloped in a tantalizing V down to the surface of the water, which was just barely high enough to conceal his package. His lithe, tight muscles had an immediate effect on Scott, and combined with the previous song, blood surged to his groin.

The stranger smiled mischievously and waved back, clearly not bothered by Scott’s unmistakable arousal. Then, to Scott’s surprise, he beckoned him to come into the water. Before he knew it, Scott found himself splashing his way over to the man, until he was standing close to him.

“Uh…hi.” Scott mumbled. “I just…wanted to say…I mean you were singing and I…you have a beautiful body – I mean voice...yeah.” he finished awkwardly.

The stranger chuckled and bowed his head in acknowledgement. “Thank you. I have not seen you here before…?”

“I’m Scott.” he said, holding out his hand to shake. “I’ve never come here before, but it’s beautiful.” The stranger shook his hand, a warm, strong grip, pulling him closer. Even in the dying light, Scott could see his startling green eyes.

“It is nice to meet you, Scott. I am called Dayne. I am glad you like the Cove.”

Scott shivered all over, suddenly more aware of his naked state. “Yeah, I didn’t know exactly what I was walking into, but now I think I’ll have to come here a lot more often. Are you…?”

Dayne seemed to become very still. “Am I what?”

“You know…” Scott urged, cautious in case he was wrong, “Looking to hookup?”

Dayne moved closer. “Yes. I come here sometimes to get away from…my people. They do not approve of my inclinations.”

“I won’t tell.” Scott whispered as he bent forward and gave Dayne a gentle kiss. Dayne seemed to pause, and then his muscular arms were wrapped tightly around Scott’s body, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened. Scott’s hands roamed over Dayne’s smooth, muscular back as he tasted the salt of the sea on the beautiful singer’s lips.

Soon Scott’s heated cock was trapped between them, pressed against Dayne’s smooth lower abs, but Scott didn’t feel any telltale prod in return. He travelled his hands downward to squeeze Dayne’s butt, and to his surprise felt not taut muscular skin – but scales.

He let go and their connection broke with a gasp. Dayne shrank back slightly, a concerned frown on his face. “Please – you don’t have to go.”

“You’re a…a…you’re not human!” Scott accused, his mind reeling.

“No, I’m not.” he spoke quietly. “But I’m trying to become one.”

“Why?” Scott asked. “What are you then? A mermaid?”

Dayne gave him a look of disdain. “I’m a merman, if you want to use childish words. But we call ourselves Sirens. We are those who are cursed by the great god Poseidon to swim the seas forever.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Scott answered, moving closer again. “May I?”

Dayne nodded and Scott ducked under the water briefly. True enough, Dayne’s lower half was one undulating, handsomely green and gold-scaled tail – just like every storybook he’d read. He returned quickly to the surface.

“You’re beautiful.”

Dayne still looked unhappy. “Our beauty is our curse. We bring ill-luck with us upon swimmers, boats, ships, and all who travel the waves. We can’t control the dark magic – it simply surrounds us. We try to stay separate so our darkness does not cause too great a tragedy, but…it’s a lonely life.”

“I’m not afraid.” Scott declared, placing his hands on Dayne’s chest. “How can you become human then? You said you were going to try.”

Dayne nodded. “I must consummate with a true human lover. I’ve been looking for ages, but unlike the other men of my kind, I have no interest in women. The dry-land men I’ve slept with have only been interested in the short-term.”

“How do you…consummate? If I might ask.” Scott added hastily.

Dayne smirked. “Well, when two men love each other very much…”

“No, I know that!” Scott stopped him, and they laughed together.

Dayne continued. “I can come on land once per day and walk among the dry-landers. But not for very long.”

Scott took his hands and held them tightly. “I know that getting to true love is going to take time, but I’m willing to try if you are.”

Dayne’s face lit up with a smile. “You mean it?”

Scott pressed himself against Dayne once again, nibbling on his neck and jaw before whispering in his ear, “Come on shore with me.”

Smoothly, Dayne’s hands slipped down to support Scott’s butt as Scott instinctually wrapped his legs around Dayne’s waist. Then Dayne moved toward the shallows and as the water fell away, powerful legs replaced his green tail, and a thick, uncut manhood swung between them, with heavy, large testicles.

They barely made it back to Scott’s towel blanket before Dayne laid him down and was on top of him, kissing him passionately as the dusk gave way to full on night. Dayne’s wet hair hung down around his face, tickling Scott’s face and neck as their heated bodies warmed each other in the cool ocean air.

Scott’s hands found the smooth mounds of muscle that had become Dayne’s ass and kneaded them tightly, grinding their manhoods together until they were both hard and leaking with passion. The hood of Dayne’s cock slid back revealing a thick domed cap on an already impressive member. Scott’s own circumcised shaft was slightly shorter and slimmer, and they were both leaking profusely. Soon both their chests and stomachs were slicked and sticky.

Pushing Dayne over onto his back, Scott kissed and nibbled his way from Dayne’s delicious lips, to his stubbled chin, his hot neck, heavy pecs, down his washboard stomach until he was finally taking Dayne’s dripping manhood into his mouth. Dayne tossed his head back and groaned as Scott played with his heavy balls while his tongue lapped up the beads of precum already slicking his thick length.

The sounds of Dayne’s beautiful Siren voice moaning in ecstasy only drove Scott wild. He dove into giving head with all the intensity he could muster, taking inch after inch of Dayne’s mast into his throat, and bobbing in time with his hand at the base of the magnificent shaft.

They took turns over the next few minutes, and Scott was quite eager to show Dayne everything he could do with his tongue. He even got to a point when he could see Dayne’s balls tightening, readying to blow, when Dayne stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“This is excellent, truly, but I do not wish to release so soon, and we have much more to do in my remaining time.”

Scott grinned and nodded, sliding up against Dayne so that they were cuddling briefly. “What would you like to do?” he said, still casually stroking Dayne’s cock. The Siren purred contentedly.

“It depends on what you would like to do, Scott. I want to pleasure you any way I can, but I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“Dayne,” Scott said, kissing him between each word, “I’d like you to fuck me with your hot, thick cock.”

Dayne growled somewhere deep in his chest, and he rumbled, “As you wish.”

Dayne moved to get up, but Scott pushed him down with a hand on his chest and straddled him easily. Spitting into his hand briefly, he gave what lube he could to his hole, and then he lined up, took hold of Dayne’s member, and sank down onto him slowly. When the large head of Dayne’s cock pushed through for the first time, Scott let out a long moan that turned into a gasp as the thick manhood began filling him.

Dayne’s hands went instinctually to Scott’s hips, supporting him and feeling his partner’s strong leg muscles. Soon Dayne had to restrain himself from pushing him down further, as incredible tight, warmth surrounded his sensitive shaft.

After a couple of minutes of adjustment, unbearable for Dayne, but necessary for Scott’s body to accommodate the intrusion, Scott began to move his hips up and down, slowly fucking himself on Dayne’s manhood. Soon he was increasing his pace, until he was riding Dayne like a stallion in heat.

“Fuck yeah, ride my cock!” Dayne growled, his back arching as his instincts attempted to push him as deep into this man as he could go. He found his hands moving from Scott’s thighs to his chest to his cock and back again, trying to please him with every touch and caress. He found that Scott’s nipples were sensitive, so he tweaked one with one hand while stroking his cock in the other.

After a time, Scott grew tired, so Dayne held his hips in place while he thrust vigorously upward into him, until he almost came, but he pulled back just at the brink, wanting to savor this time. They changed positions, Scott on his back now, his legs hooked over Dayne’s powerful shoulders, as Dayne fucked him kneeling, their bodies and muscles outlined by the shimmering moonlight.

Holding Scott’s ankles in each strong hand, Dayne thrust with his entire body, his abs, hips, and thighs contracting powerfully. Suddenly, his body was touching something inside Scott, and it almost blinded him with the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Right there! Oh fuck yes! Right there, Dayne! Fuck me!” Scott shouted to the night sky.

Dayne let go of his ankles and leaned forward to kiss him, continuing the motions of his lower body. So it was that when Scott came, the hot sticky ropes of his essence blasted between them both, as they shared a deep kiss.

Feeling himself getting close as well, he broke the kiss to growl, “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Deep inside me, Dayne. Give your seed to me.” Scott whispered, lying back covered in sweat and cum.

Dayne increased his pace and quickened his strokes until he was driven over the edge. With a howl to the stars he released deep inside Scott, pumping him full of thick white cum. Scott was muttering deliriously about the cum inside him. Still cooling down from the orgasm, Dayne continued to fuck him gently, working his seed deeper into his lover. After a minute he pulled out gently, a few ropes of cum trailing from his cock to Scott’s hole. Scott sighed contentedly, the warm load still inside him.

Dayne crept up beside him and kissed him again. “I enjoyed our time together, but now I must return to the sea. Will you come back to see me again? To help save me?”

Scott kissed him back and nodded, smiling, “I’ll be here tomorrow at dusk. And every dusk after until we break your curse.”

Sharing one final kiss, and a playful squeeze of Scott’s butt, Dayne rose and ran towards the water, jumping higher than a normal human and transforming mid-air back into his Siren form, then diving with a graceful splash. With a final wave, he disappeared beneath the water.

Lying on his back, his body achingly well-fucked, Scott drifted off to sleep, carried by the sound of the waves, and the memory of a song, into dreams of nights to come.