Edgings
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Chapter 22
ALEX
After Jake left the shed, they were letting me use for my studio, I worked off the phone shots to build the composition of the painting, and even began to sepia in the blocking of the painting with a thin wash of brown shades of paint. I loved working in water-based oils. The smell of turpentine didn’t gas me out. The only thing was that in the initial blocking you had to treat a very thin wash almost like watercolors, with the canvas lying nearly flat. I used my drafting table for that, so the paint wouldn’t run. I could tell, already that the painting was going to be good. Whether it would be spectacular, remained to be seen.
I was just finishing up when Patrick got home from his job. Patrick had been working as a waiter at the Grill, but he had just gotten a job as a clerk in the mayor’s office, and though I was going to miss seeing him at the Grill in his tight black spandex shorts, he looked so sexy in tight jeans, a polo shirt, tucked in and a light blazer. With his long gold hair flowing over his shoulders and around his sensually handsome face, and that kissable mouth, I had ideas of painting him as a handsome angel. Patrick would be Raphael. Maybe I would do other arc angels, maybe not… But first, a series of Lifeguard paintings. Yeah, as you can tell, I was really into painting hot guys. Woof!
“That looks like it’s going to be really hot, roomy,” Patrick said stepping into my back to embrace me from behind.
“It’s a good beginning, but then again, I had Jake for a model.”
“That’s going to be Jake?”
“Mmmhmm!” I grinned turning toward him and we kissed hungrily, and I felt myself rising against the swelling in his jeans.
“Fuck but Jake is hot.” Patrick moaned between tongue tangles.
“He definitely is that.” I said kissing him back, wondering if I could play with Patrick out here in the shed, or maybe we should just strip by the pool and have him on a lounge chair.
Patrick had told me he’d come onto Jake at the beach, and I’d told him I had met him through Dan, and that Jake and I had come really close to having sex a few times now, but it hadn’t quite happened yet. We both knew we hungered for Dan’s beefy, hot x seal, handsome as hell, black haired husband, Jake, with his sexy bedroom pale grey blue eyes. But we also knew beautiful sun-streaked dark blond Dan was the more jealous of the two, so we were wary. Really, what we hoped was that Dan and Jake would relax enough to let us in. I think Patrick and I were at least half in love with the couple who let us share their house, and we had a running bet on who would have Jake first.
As for Dan, in one way or another we had already enjoyed Dan’s gorgeous body, but we both wanted more of that too.
And then, for me, there was Patrick. He was not only gorgeous, but he and I thought alike. We’d only been roommates a short time, but we were already finishing each other’s sentences. Yipes!
I wondered if I was falling in love with Patrick. I never considered myself the possessive type, but I knew he was seeing someone on the side. It didn’t seem very serious, whomever it was, but the thought he was dating someone else bothered me.
Still, hey, now that I was clean, I wasn’t a saint either. That was for sure! I was just a very careful little devil!
As Patrick and I smooched in the shed, I couldn't help thinking back over the last two days.
I’d gone to the beach two days before to get in some sun, after a workout at the gym. I was wearing as little as I could get away with, spreading out a blanket a white string thong that barely covered my jewels, and it had taken exactly ten seconds of me putting lotion on my arms for three guys from three different directions to offer to rub it on. I was about to shake my head and tell them, I was fine doing it myself but a deep rumbling voice behind me shut us all up. Looking up, I found Captain Mike, in his red Lifeguard shorts, his huge cock peeking out one leg, standing overhead.
“I’ll take care of you,” he said.
Fuck. I could feel the blood rush to my cock and feel the thong stretching already.
The other guys had gone silent. Maybe they thought he was going to arrest me for indecent exposure.
He crouched beside me, “Hi Alex,” He put out his hand for the lotion while my eyes popped out of my head. Crouching his shorts rode up and his big monster of a cock poked out by several long thick inches. I couldn't take my eyes off that huge prize where it hovered so close to my eyes and my mouth. I shuddered with longing. I’d always been a slut for cocks and this one deserved my worship. But we were so exposed!
As if reading my mind he said, “Don’t worry. You parked yourself on the far end of the gay beach well away from the mixed crowd. A little accidental exposure here won’t even be noticed.”
I took that as an invitation and as he crouched over me, and began rubbing sunblock onto my nose, face, shoulders, chest and down.
As he rubbed, I only had to reach up a little way to wrap one hand around him between his crouching thighs. His huge monster felt so warm, velvety and hot in my hand.
His pre was an excellent lubricant. My hand, too small to close around that thick shaft, slowly milked it and I licked my lips wanting to taste it.
“Unhh yeah that feels good." He rumbled. Then he transferred his lotion rubbing to my legs. Thie action pulled his cock away from my grasp as he moved down to my feet. But then he was working his way up again and I had to keep a hand over my cock as it was sticking out of the bit of nothing that was supposed to cover it.
I noticed the sun worshipers around us were looking, some of them groping bulging thongs, speedos and swim trunks. Oh yes, I loved putting on a show, and so my hand sort of moved on my half-exposed cock, not quite covering it, letting the guys around me have a peek. The feel of their hot eyes on me hit me right under my balls.
Mike's hands moved up my legs, drawing even more blood to my pulsing rod. His massaging fingers moved to shins, then calves, then to thighs and on up, until they bumped and brushed over my thong pouch. I managed to stretch the pouch back over my cock, but My cock strained the stretchy material, the pre, making it transparent. Mike licked his lips. “
“Turn over.”
Reluctantly, as I was enjoying too much what he was doing, I did, and he straddled me, letting me feel his huge shaft up my crack. Then he did an amazing thing. He opened my legs, lowered himself behind my ass, pushed his cock down so that it shoved up under my balls and against my own cock which was sticking up out of my little bit of almost nothing. In that position, he slowly massaged my back, as his body hunched slowly, his cock rubbing mine under me, fucking himself between my towel and my barely covered balls and the base of my own cock.
“Ohh ohhohhh fuck!” I cried out and he shushed me, laughing.
He kept this up for several minutes, slowing whenever a family or straight looking people strolled too close to us.
From their point of view, it had to look very homo-erotic, but not quite obviously sex. And as he was a Lifeguard, and thee most senior one at that, what could anyone say?
I felt myself hit the edge over and over again just from the feel of his rod sliding back and forth under mine. By the time he got down to putting sunblock on my buttocks, I was lost in bliss. The fact that this man had his hands all over me, his big cock rubbing up under mine, was enough to keep me right there, right on that edge. Then, he went further. He snuck a finger then two or three into my hole, working me, past the non-existent cock blocker the string on the back of my thong pretended to be, and I went to to the edge again, teetered on it, and went over, moaning and gasping as I came so hard it was as if my ass spurt through my piss hole into the towel, under me.
He held me there for a moment before exticating himself, and I realized Mike hadn't cum. He lay on his stomach beside me. “Fuck you are hot. Can I take you out, Alex? I heard your single now, right?”
“Yes.” I said, a little guilty, as I tried not to think of all the loving I had been doing with Patrick. Mike caressed me and flirted a little more, and we agreed to go out on a date. He would pick me up that night.
“Great, thanks for the hot flirt, babe.” He said, leaning down to kiss my cheek, before leaving me and strolling down the beach through the gay men into the water.
I gasped as I watched him go with love struck eyes. He called that FlIRTING!! Fuck if that was flirting what did he call SEX?
That night, he arrived, and I was aware of the cross currents between Mike and Jake and Patrick, and my own guilty currents with Patrick. I had talked to Patrick before Mike showed up, letting him know Mike had asked me out and I had accepted.
Patrick merely hugged and kissed me and told me I was in for a hell of a ride." He didn't show me one ounce of jealousy, almost as if he expected this of me. I wasn't sure how to read that, but I was relieved not to face any drama. But it didn’t make a difference. Nothing was going to stop me from going out with this big guy. I was dressed to be fucked, in my skimpiest crop top and short little shorts that left my cock head feeling air out one leg.
He was flirting with Patrick as I walked up to him, and I couldn't help thinking my roommate and my date knew each other better than I thought. One look at me, and Mike gathered me up and outside to hop on his motorcycle, like a cheap trashy romance out of a movie. Did I mention I am a sucker for cheap trashy movies?
With my arms wrapped around him, he took my right hand and placed it on his enormous bulge. " "Hang on," he said, over the rumble of the bike's engine. Oh, yeah, like I would let go of THAT!
He swept us away on his motorcycle, but then he surprised me. He took me to the north end of the beach and into the dunes, rather than his house. I’d heard he had a nice place, but as he rolled out two mats, then from the side cases on his bike pulled out a dinner, wine glasses, a bottle of wine, cheese, plates, utensils, the works, I just gazed with wonder. This was the hot big daddy Dom in his black leather like tight pants? I had pictured going to a bar and getting fucked in front of a bunch of lustful animals.
Not this romantic beach scene. In a bit of a daze, I stood there, watching him set all this up.
He even pulled out a small CD player and put on some classical music. What the fuck?!!!
He just grinned. "I am guessing from your expression you expected something else, like a hot fuck in a dungeon, or maybe something more public like during a dance at the club with guys watching?" He smirked. Sitting back against a pillow, he patted the place next to him.
I didn't hesitate but plunked down beside him, nestling into him, my head on his shoulder. Oh fuck, but Mike felt so good against me. All man.
“You know I have a boyfriend. His name is Chad, and he is a hot boy at the club, one of the dancers, and bar tender. Were open, but I can’t really concentrate on a date if he is watching everything I do.”
“I get it,” I told Mike, pressing even closer to him. “Patrick and I are more than roommates but, were not exclusive, not that I could have resisted you, anyway.”
Mike rumbled a sexy chuckle. “I like that about you. I can tell you want me, but you're not playing coy. You know what you want.” He smiled. “Well, I want you. And I want to fuck your tight luscious hole all night long, baby.”
Oh, Hoh Hoh Hoh, I thought to myself, I am about to be a Hoh!, He rolled onto his side, pulled me into his arms and lavished a long passionate kiss that had me seeing stars and keening into his mouth. I could feel his huge cock rubbing mine as we kissed.
I wish I could tell you I edged, but just like when he teased me two days before on the beach, I was pulled over the edge and beyond. I wish I could say I was tortured by long teasing, by hot rubbings of his cock but almost but not quite… fuck it! Hell no! He made me cum just by kissing him!
Only as I came down from such an intense climax, did I realize he had two of his fingers up the leg of my little booty shorts and in my hole while he was kissing me.
My cum soaked shorts needed to come off, along with my shirt and his shorts. Oh My God, his huge, fucking huge foot long dick throbbed, in front of me. He handed me a condom in its packet. I tore it open the XXL condom and slowly rolled it onto that throbbing love pole. He lay back holding it straight up, and the invitation was all too clear. I lubed his cock with one hand while smathering the lube on my own hole before inserting three fingers in my own hole to try to prepare.
"Come on boy, you can take it," MIke growled deep in his chest and I was like, "Oh fuck yes Sir. Yes, Master." I straddled him, and settled down until I felt the mushroom head of that enormous weapon found it's way into my overstretched gate. His pelvis thrust upward driving that fuck pole up into me and i screamed.
"Oh for the Love of fuuuuhhhhh!!
I came. Impaled by one of earth's natural wonders, or should I say unatural, i sank down onto him even as I was shooting. Shuddering from the blast of six or seven hot shots into the breeze, I kept sinking lower and lower on his meaty tower. My cock dribbled semen, but it wasn't going to go down, not with that rubbing pressure on my prostate.
I looked out, feeling the heat condensing from under my balls. There was nothing but dunes and the ocean below, the balmy summer breeze tickling my nipples. His hands came up all over me, pinching my nipples playing, scraping blood down to my cock as I settled myself more and more on his cock until unhhhghhh, it pressed that inner gate and went on in. OH FUCK! I was so hard; my cock was leaking more pre... this time, thank God, not just shooting, but dwelling on that wonderful edge.
Then his pelvis rocked, just a little, and his bass voice husked, “Soooo tiiiight.”That did it, I came again, and he started laughing and I started giggling.
Then he turned me over, pulling my legs up around his back. He did all this, without letting his cock out of my hole. Once in position, he started fucking! Awww fuck! Here we went again!!!
Several times that night, we staggered down the slope of the beach into the water to wash off, the last couple of times with Mike carrying me as my legs turned into noodles. I don’t know how he managed to get this cum drained raggedy assed date, me, home, but he did. Even carrying me into the shower, drying me off and carrying me in to tuck me in beside Patrick, who smiled and received me with open arms. I was barely aware that he and Mike spoke softly and even seemed to smooch a little as I dove into deep sleep. FUCK!!!
That was my date with Mike.
I had to hand it to Patrick. He left without waking me but left a note too, “Alex, considering how late you came in, it had to be a great date. Knowing Mike, I can only imagine how great. I love you, roomy. See you later. Rest up. You need it. Mike assured me last night he had a condom on the whole time, and he is clean. Mike is a good guy.” Oh, by the way, your ass hole looked sore, so I put some ointment on it. Kiss!
Oh Patrick, such a devil!