Down at the Beach

The evening of the breeding I took from that hot married guy, I was out with some friends and it was getting late. I’m usually awake very early as I run daily and like to do so when things are less busy. I knew they’d be out for several hours more so I decided to call it a night and head back to the house.

It was quite dark on the side streets, and I walked by several homes. In front of me about 300 feet I could make out the figure of a tall man walking briskly. Coincidentally, he was heading in the same direction as me. I was not deliberately following him.

We walked another few minutes, me still behind him, and we were approaching a wooded area. To my surprise, instead of cutting left and continuing down the street, he heads right into the woods. Now I’m intrigued, and my curiosity got the best of me. That, and the possibility of getting some dick!

By the time I caught up to him, I lost him in the darkness. It was quiet enough, and I heard the stream of piss hitting the ground full of fallen leaves. I followed the sound, and I took a chance and stood by a tree just a few feet away from him. Hearing me approach, he turns his head and nods me over. As I approach I can see him better. About 6’3”, white, maybe in his early 60’s. He’s wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He’s still holding his cock. Soft, it looked thick and meaty.

I kneel down and take his cock from his hand and place it into mine. His cock is very thick, and he’s wearing a metal cock ring, and at the tip of his cock is a Prince Albert. His balls are unshaven and very hairy. I feel his cock grow in my hand. It feels warm and rubbery, and it’s growing to a length somewhere between 8 and 8.5 inches. Color me impressed!

Now fully erect, I engulf my mouth around his thick cockhead and swirl the Prince Albert with my tongue, flicking it. I hadn’t been with someone that had a cock piercing since I lived in Europe. That cock was nowhere as thick as this impressive tool before me.

“Suck it”, the man whispers loudly. I open my mouth wide and sink my head down. The PA scraping against my teeth. I tasted the remnants of his pungent piss on my tongue. Knowing this would be tricky to deep throat him with that PA, I committed myself to try. I relaxed my mouth and moved my head forward, feeling his cock slowly inch down my throat until his thick wiry pubes were tickling my nose. “Oh yeah” the strange man moans.

I feel him place his large hand on the back of my head as I begin to work my oral magic on his cock. I had considered giving up my ass to him, but that PA was a thick metal ring and I was unsure, given the circumstances, if that would be a wise decision. I didn’t want him literally tearing up my ass. Once I put the idea of fucking out of my mind, I focused on getting his load down my throat.

Sensing my renewed vigor, the man applied more pressure to the back of my head and began to thrust his hips back just enough so the PA never left my throat. His stroke lengths were still long. The throat slobber enabled for easier passage down my throat. I can feel my eyes tear. And his pubes were becoming wetter as each minute passed.

I was enjoying the feeling of his thick meat in my mouth when he asked, “you want my load, boy”? I nodded, and mumbled “yes”. We adjusted positions so now the back of my head was against the tree trunk and I opened wide. The man grabbed a tree branch above his head and began to fuck my mouth with purpose. I grabbed onto his hairy ass and felt him flex as he pushed inside my face. My cock was throbbing in its cage I was so turned on by this oral assault. I heard him grunting a little louder and knew he was getting close. Inching closer to my mouth, the final thrust pushed deep down my throat and he held his cock there as I could feel his entire cock pulsating his seed into my guts.

Once he was sure I took every drop he had to offer, he pulled out of my mouth, pulled his shorts up and said “thanks man”, and walked away towards the street. I sat there on the ground for a few minutes savoring the taste of that sweet load and basking in the euphoria of the experience. If I wasn’t locked up, my left hand would have been hard at work pumping out my own load. Instead, my cock ached inside its cage.

I finally picked myself up and walked back to the house with a major case of blue balls. I stripped down to my jockstrap and texted Sir Jace. He asked if I was having a good time. I said yes. He asked if I was having any “fun” while he was away visiting family. I stayed silent unsure if I should tell him the truth. Sir Jace knows me, and he knew my non-answer was the answer.

The phone rang. I picked it. “You might as well tell me about it. I can’t have any fun here with my family in the house”. So I began to tell him about the married guy that fucked and bred me earlier that afternoon. He told me he’d locked the bedroom door and was jerking off imagining me being bent over and fucked. Then I told him about the blow job I gave the man with the PA in the woods and that caused  Sir Jace to loose his load. He said it was a pity I wasn’t there to lick it off him and what a waste to which I wholeheartedly agreed.

I asked Sir Jace when he’d be returning. I did not ask him to be unlocked for that didn’t go well for me in the past, but I did tell him I had a severe case of blue balls and how my cock is aching. He laughed and said “it builds character. It’s not that bad.  Get some sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning, boy. I’ll be back soon”. And then he ended the call.

Frustrated, I turned down the lights, closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. Sir Jace is always right, and knows what is best for me.