It was a bright, sun-soaked day in Blowjob City, the kind that made the ocean sparkle and the air hum with possibility. Liam, a student at the local university, pedaled his bike toward the city’s bustling beach, the breeze cooling his skin. As he rode, a group of his classmates joined him, their laughter and banter filling the air. They swapped stories about exams, parties, and the wild energy of Blowjob City, a place where inhibitions seemed to melt under the sun.
By the time they reached the beach, the group was buzzing with excitement, spreading out towels and unpacking coolers, ready for a day of swimming and sunbathing.As they settled in, Vincent, Liam’s slightly older neighbor, appeared on the shore. Vincent was a familiar face in the neighborhood, a few years older than Liam and his friends, with a laid-back charm that made him easy to like. His usual crew hadn’t shown up, so he wandered over, flashing a grin. “Mind if I join you guys?” he asked, already kicking off his sandals. The group welcomed him, and soon Vincent was splashing in the waves alongside them, his laughter blending with theirs.
Liam and Vincent ended up side by side in the water, the surf crashing around their knees. Vincent leaned in, his voice low. “Hey, Liam, can I ask you something? It’s about one of your classmates, Sarah.” Before Liam could respond, a loud crack of thunder split the sky, the clouds rolling in dark and heavy.
The air turned electric, a warning of the storm about to break. “Shit, rain’s coming,” one of Liam’s friends shouted, and the group scrambled to pack up, grabbing towels and bags as the first drops fell.The sky opened up as they pedaled back into the city, rain soaking them to the bone. Vincent, riding alongside Liam, shouted over the downpour, “My place is closer! Come on, let’s dry off!” Liam nodded, and they veered toward Vincent’s apartment, leaving the others to scatter to their own homes. By the time they stumbled through Vincent’s door, they were drenched, their clothes clinging to their bodies like second skins.Laughing and breathless, they kicked off their shoes and started peeling off their wet clothes right there in the entryway. T-shirts and shorts hit the floor with wet slaps, the air thick with the scent of rain and salt.
Vincent, with a casual ease, tugged off his soaked briefs, revealing a cock that made Liam freeze. It was thick, about 18 centimeters, hanging heavy and impressive even in its softened state. Liam couldn’t tear his eyes away, his breath catching as he imagined it in his mouth, the weight of it on his tongue. Vincent noticed, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. He didn’t bother covering himself, standing there with a confidence that sent a jolt through Liam’s core.“Here,” Vincent said, tossing Liam a dry T-shirt. “Put this on.” Liam caught it, his hands trembling slightly as he slipped it over his head. They moved to Vincent’s bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed, their bare legs brushing against each other, the T-shirts barely covering their lower halves. Liam’s heart pounded like a drum, the proximity electrifying.
He wasn’t scared, not really—just ready for whatever came next. Let it happen, he thought, his pulse racing.Vincent shifted closer, his hand finding Liam’s neck, fingers warm and firm. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low, eyes searching Liam’s. Before Liam could answer, Vincent’s hand guided him downward, toward his lap, where his cock was already growing, thickening with each passing second. Liam’s breath hitched, but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his lips brushing the tip, tasting the faint salt of Vincent’s skin. “Fuck, Liam,” Vincent murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Go for it.”Liam took him into his mouth, his lips stretching around Vincent’s girth, his tongue swirling over the head. He sucked with a passion that surprised even himself, savoring every inch, from the base to the tip. Vincent groaned, his hands tangling in Liam’s hair, guiding him gently but firmly. “That’s it, Liam,” he growled. “Suck that cock like you mean it.”
Liam did, his head bobbing, taking Vincent deeper, the musky scent and taste driving him wild. His own cock throbbed beneath the T-shirt, untouched but leaking with need.Vincent’s moans were low and guttural, his hips rocking slightly, pushing himself further into Liam’s mouth. “Goddamn, you’re good at this,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure. Liam’s hands roamed to Vincent’s thighs, gripping the firm muscle, then sliding lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently. Vincent’s groans grew louder, his fingers tightening in Liam’s hair. “Fuck, keep going,” he urged, his voice a mix of command and desperation.Suddenly, Vincent pulled Liam up, his eyes blazing with want. He pushed Liam back onto the bed, the mattress creaking under their weight. “I need to fuck you,” Vincent said, his voice low and urgent. He didn’t wait for a response, spreading Liam’s legs and positioning himself between them.
Liam gasped as Vincent’s fingers, slick with spit, teased his hole, working him open with slow, deliberate movements. The stretch was intense, but Liam pushed back, craving more. “You want this, don’t you?” Vincent asked, his voice thick with lust. “Tell me how bad you want it.”“Fuck, Vincent, I need it,” Liam gasped, his voice trembling with desire. “Fuck me, please.” Vincent didn’t hesitate. He aligned his cock, pressing the tip against Liam’s entrance, then pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. Liam cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, the stretch overwhelming but sweet. Vincent paused, letting him adjust, then began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, each one drawing a moan from Liam’s lips.“God, you’re tight,” Vincent growled, his hands gripping Liam’s hips. “Feels so fucking good.” He picked up the pace, his cock slamming into Liam with raw force, the bed shaking beneath them. “Take it, Liam,” he said, his voice rough through clenched teeth. “Take every inch of me.” Liam’s moans turned to gasps, his body rocking with each thrust, his cock bouncing against his stomach, dripping precum. “Harder, Vincent,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder.”Vincent obliged, pounding into him, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, leaning down to bite Liam’s neck, his breath hot against his skin. “Love my cock tearing you up.” Liam could only moan, his body trembling with pleasure, the pain of Vincent’s size blending into pure ecstasy. He’d had sex with guys before—classmates, younger guys—but none compared to Vincent, older and more experienced, his dominance intoxicating.They switched positions, Liam climbing onto
Vincent, straddling him. He lowered himself onto Vincent’s cock, gasping as it filled him again, the angle hitting new spots that made him see stars. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Liam groaned, his hands braced on Vincent’s chest as he rode him, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Vincent gripped Liam’s ass, guiding him, his eyes locked on Liam’s. “Ride that cock, Liam,” he growled. “Show me how much you want it.”Liam did, his pace quickening, his moans filling the room as Vincent thrust up to meet him. “God, you feel so good,” Liam gasped, his cock throbbing, untouched but ready to burst. Vincent’s hands roamed, squeezing Liam’s ass, then sliding up to pinch his nipples, sending shivers through him. “Cum for me,” Vincent ordered, his voice commanding. Liam’s orgasm hit, his cum splashing across Vincent’s chest as his body convulsed, his hole clenching around Vincent’s cock.Vincent wasn’t far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cum flooding Liam’s ass, so intense that his groan echoed through the apartment, loud enough to carry to the street below. He collapsed onto Liam, their bodies slick with sweat, both of them exhausted from the raw, passionate sex. They lay there, panting, tangled together, the rain still pounding outside.Vincent rolled off, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Be right back,” he said, standing and heading to the kitchen.
Liam lay on the bed, breathless, his body still buzzing, his mind replaying every moment—the taste of Vincent’s cock, the stretch of him inside, the way he’d taken control. Vincent returned with two glasses of orange juice, handing one to Liam. “You good?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing.Liam grinned, taking a sip. “Better than good,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was… fuck, unforgettable.”Vincent chuckled, sitting beside him, their shoulders brushing. “Didn’t expect this when I joined you at the beach,” he said, his tone light but his eyes warm. “But I’m not complaining.”The rain eventually stopped, but Liam didn’t rush to leave. They spent the afternoon talking, laughing, their connection deepening.
The next day, they found themselves back at the beach, the sun shining again. But now, their glances held a new weight, a shared secret. After swimming, they ended up at Vincent’s apartment again, the air thick with anticipation. This time, Vincent pulled Liam into the shower, the hot water cascading over them as they kissed, their hands roaming.“Gonna fuck you again,” Vincent murmured against Liam’s lips, his hands spreading Liam’s cheeks under the water. “You want that, don’t you?” Liam nodded, his breath shaky. “Yes, fuck, please,” he gasped.
Vincent slicked himself with soap and entered Liam, the water amplifying every sensation. “God, you’re perfect,” Vincent growled, his thrusts deep and relentless. “Take it all, Liam.”Liam moaned, his hands braced against the tiles, his body trembling with each thrust. “Harder, Vincent,” he begged, his voice raw. “Fill me up.” Vincent’s pace quickened, his cock slamming into Liam, their moans echoing in the shower. They came together, Vincent’s cum spilling inside Liam as Liam’s splashed against the tiles, their bodies shaking with release.
One evening, after a long day of studying, Liam knocked on Vincent’s door, his body already buzzing with need. Vincent pulled him inside, their clothes hitting the floor before they reached the bedroom. “You’re addicted to this, aren’t you?” Vincent teased, pinning Liam to the bed.“Fuck yeah,” Liam replied, his voice thick with desire. “Can’t get enough of you.” They fucked until dawn, switching positions, exploring every inch of each other, their verbal exchanges growing bolder. “You’re mine,” Vincent would growl, and Liam would fire back, “Prove it.”
