Down at the Beach

After returning to the beach house after a rough session with the Masters, I stumbled home with liquified Crisco and cum uncontrollably dripping from my gaping manhole. I had worn a tank top and short shorts so there was no hiding what I’d been up to for the past few hours. My friends thought I’d be embarrassed to return back in such a state, but I was proud to be used so heavily by the two dominant men, I didn’t care what they thought of me.

After expelling what I could and showering, I knew I had to call Sir Jace who had been visiting his family. I called:

“What do you have to say, boy”? Sir Jace answered.

“Sir, are you mad with me”?

“Boy, I granted permission, didn’t I?. It’s my collar and cage you wear. You know that and I know that. No matter who fucks your ass, I own it. We’re good”.

“Thank you, Sir. Yes, you are my Keyholder.”

“See you in a couple of days, boy”

And then silence as he hung up on me. As I reflected on this discussion, I fell into a deep sleep. I even missed dinner. It was early evening when I awoke, and the sun was already down.

It was to be my last night at the beach as I’d have to head back to the city in the morning. As I lay there, I decided one more cock was needed. Left to my own devices, when I have some time to myself, my instinct is to service needy cocks. It must be written somewhere in the faggot manifesto. Besides, wearing that cage leaves me in a constant state of horniness.

So I clicked on a few hook-up apps to see what I could find. Much to my surprise, there was the profile of one of my beach house mates…a friend of a friend. His profile was clearly advertising his was looking, a top, with 8”. He was 43, 5’ 10”, 175, 32” waist, athletic hairy chested, short cropped beard, brown hair and eyes. I’d found him attractive when I was introduced.

Moments after checking out his profile he sent me a “wink”, followed by, “you looking, too”? I said “of course”. He replied, “you’ve been busy all weekend from what I can tell. You want another load”?  I replied, “yes. Give me a few min”

He was sharing a bedroom with my friend who was hanging out in the tv room watching a movie. This guy had excused himself to lay down for awhile. Their bedroom was across the hall from mine, which I had to myself.

I freshened up and put on a clean black Papi jockstrap I had bought several years ago.it was so skimpy, the cage exposed itself from the sides of the pouch. Just after placing it on me, there was a soft knock at the door. I opened it, and there he was, in boxers, looking rather hot.

We played tongue hockey for several heated minutes before releasing from the kiss. “Damn” he said, “gonna be hard to keep quiet. I wanna rail you into the mattress.”. I didn’t say anything, I dropped to my knees and took his fully hard 8 x 6 meat into my mouth. “Oh FUCK”he cried out and he placed both hands on the top of my head guiding my throat down his shaft. His large mushroom head pushed through my throat cavity as I produced a bucket load of saliva to ensure a smooth face fucking. As he did so he began to mutter, “and to think I had this faggot mouth here all weekend” he sounded angry with himself or angry with me that I hadn’t offered?

The skull fucking lasted only a few more moments. Although we didn’t say it explicitly, it was implied we were not going to inform anyone in the house of this sexual encounter, so we knew it would be brief. I can do brief, as long as it’s hot!

Pushing me off his cock he quietly screamed, “you almost made me shoot!”, and he yanked down on his plum-sized smooth balls to keep from coming. “Get on that bed and let me see that ass!”. He positioned me so I was on my hands and knees, my ass up near the edge of the bed. “Looks like your ass was recently beaten”. And he smacked it as hard as he could without being too loud as it would cause attention. I winced, but I did not tell him to stop.

“You like it rough then, don’t you, faggot”. And a few more smacks to the buttocks followed. Then he pulled my ass globes apart. “Holy shit, faggot, that hole is gaping. Those pussy lips are swollen. Just how much dick did you take this weekend?”. I didn’t respond and was hesitant to tell him I had taken fists,  but I did react when he dove into my crack with his tongue. That scruffy beard scratching my skin. I began to coo, “ohhhh yes. Oohhh fuck. Ohhhh fuck”.

He slobbered into my hole before it all came to a halt. His hand grabbing my caged cock. “What the fuck is this”?  I was surprised it took him so long to notice something I thought was so obvious. I spoke for the first time. “It’s a cock cage”. “What a kinky motherfucker you are. Where’s the key?” I replied,”My Keyholder, Sir Jace holds it”. He smacked my ass again, “well, I’m gonna pound out  that ass. I’m not interested in your useless dick anyway”.

Then he stood up, spit into my crack and onto his cock and that mushroom head pushed inside my swollen pussy, and with a gaping hole, easily found bottom. After the fisting I’d taken earlier that afternoon, my hole hadn’t had time to return to normal. “You fucking slut,  Your hole is loose. You open this hole for anyone you faggot”? The more verbally abusive he became the harder he slammed inside me.

Eventually, he pushed me onto my stomach, locking my wrists in the small of my back and hurled more compliments (or insults, to some) at me. “I’ve never been inside a true faggot hole like this before. How many cocks did you take, faggot?”,  I don’t think he was truly expecting an answer he was making a point. I was biting down on the mattress to muffle myself. “I’m gonna load this ass up, fucking whore. I bet my cum won’t even stay up there this pussy is so loose. Fuck yeah faggot, take my dick. That’s it faggot don’t move. Here it comes faggot”.

As he held his cock inside me, unloading. I couldn’t perform my usual move of tightening my sphincter to milk out all the cum. He wasn’t lying, my asshole was wrecked. I could barely feel him inside me and he was pretty huge. He released my wrists, pulled out, smacked my ass, “see you downstairs, slut”. And he let himself out after grabbing his boxers. A few minutes later I heard heavy footsteps heading downstairs.

I stood up and ran to the shower. He was right, that cum load fell right out of me. It seemed massive and I was sorry I couldn’t keep it inside of me longer. After showering, I put on some sweats and t-shirt and found the guys still watching movies. And there was my fucker (I couldn’t recall his name) sitting with them. He shot a quick glance and a wink at me. That would be the only acknowledgement  of our rendezvous throughout the evening.

The next morning, after loading my things into the car, I returned to say farewell to the guys. Hugs were exchanged and when I went to hug this guy he whispered in my ear,”that was fun faggot. Find me online”. I don’t think anyone heard him, but who cares?