Warning: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature, including: public sex on a beach, bareback anal sex, oral-anal contact, multiple orgasms, internal ejaculation, exhibitionism and repeated penetration. This story is written for adults and is not for minors.
This story was written by Harlan Maddox-Powell. © 2026 Harlan Maddox-Powell. All rights reserved. This story is the intellectual property of the author.
Rafael's knees are in the sand at the edge of the towel and the head of my cock is against his hole when I push.
I'd booked the room three streets off the beach for seven nights and told Rafael the number, and he turned up on the second afternoon with a bag and the same look he gets when he has already decided what the day is going to be. We knew each other from the city: two locked-door nights in his flat, both of them long, both of them with time to waste and a shower after. The first of those nights he had opened the door in a T-shirt and nothing else and I had put my mouth on him before I had my shoes off. The second night I had him over the arm of his sofa and he told me to stay the week if I ever got out of town, so I got out of town and sent him the address and he used it.
This week was the first time the sea was the wall in front of us instead of a headboard.
The first day he was here we stayed in the room. I had him on his back on the rental sheets and I fucked him until the light went, and he cummed on his own stomach and I cummed in him and we ate late with the window open on the street. In the night I woke up with his hand on my cock and I let him stroke me until I was hard again and then I put him on his side and slid back into him from behind. He took it not fully awake, hole slick from earlier, and I fucked him in the dark until he reached back and held my hip to keep me in. I cummed in him a second time and left it there, and in the morning the sheet was marked and he was in my mouth before coffee.
The second morning he said the beach, not as a question, and we walked the three streets in shorts and took the path down through the dunes with his shoulder brushing mine on the narrow bit and staying there when the path widened. The busy stretch was packed: bodies, towels, a radio from someone's speaker. Rafael kept walking and I kept behind him because the sweat at the small of his back was doing more for me than the water was. I wanted my mouth there and I wanted my cock there, and I wanted him far enough down the sand that I could have both without making a show of looking first.
We swam first, which was the cover and was also true, the water cold enough to pull the blood out of my cock, and I was grateful for it. Rafael went out further than I did and I watched his shoulders work until he stood in the chest-deep stuff and turned and looked at me, and I swam out to him because standing on the sand watching him was going to get obvious. I put my hand on his waist under the surface and he let it stay there while his cock brushed my thigh when a wave moved us, soft at first and then filling against my skin, and I took my hand off him before I did something that would show above the waterline.
He came back in with his hair stuck to his forehead and his shorts plastered to him, and when he stood up in the shallows the cloth clung to the shape of his cock so the outline of it was clear. He caught me looking and left himself uncovered and walked past me up the sand, and I followed.
The stretch we wanted sat past the last cluster of people, far enough that the water was the only thing in front of us and the dunes were a low rise at our backs. Rafael dropped the towel and stood on it facing the sea while I sat, and then he stayed on his feet, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, peeled them down, stepped out of them and went to his knees on the towel as if that was the only position the afternoon had left in it. His cock hung between his thighs, uncut, the head covered, and sand was on his calves.
I got my shorts off and my cock came out cut and filling, seven inches when it is up, the head dry until I spit in my palm and worked myself, and watching him kneel did the rest. I moved in behind him and his hole was right there from how he was open on his knees, the cleft of his ass presented to me and to anyone who walked this far down. I put two fingers to it and found him tight, and he pushed back onto them anyway. That was the whole conversation. He looked at the water and I looked at my fingers going into him.
I worked him open like that until he was taking both fingers to the knuckle and his cock had started to fill, the foreskin sliding back a little as he hardened, and then I took my fingers out and spat again and put the spit on his hole and lined my cock up so the head of it sat on him while his body held for the first inch.
I push and Rafael's hole opens around the head of my cock and takes it, the stretch showing in his shoulders before it shows in his mouth as he breathes out through his teeth and the sound goes into the surf. I hold him at the hip with one hand and keep the other on my shaft so I can feed it in without slipping off in the wet, sand grit on my knees and on the towel under his, the water coming in, nobody on this patch, and I feel that in my thighs more than I turn to look for it.
Another inch and his hole grips the head of my cock and then gives, and I watch the shaft disappear into him as his back hollows and he says my name like it is a warning and a request in the same breath.
"Isaac."
I give him more and the next push seats me deeper until his hole clenches around the middle of my cock hard enough that I have to stop and wait. He stays on his knees and lets the stretch sit in him with my balls hanging against the back of his, and I can smell the sweat on him from the walk and the salt on both of us from the swim. I put my chest to his back for a second and feel him shake, then I come off him so I can see the place where I am going into him.
"Take it, Rafael, take it."
He does, and I slide the rest of the way until my hips meet the curve of his ass and I am buried. Rafael's head drops forward and his hands fist in the towel while I stay there with the weight of my cock all the way inside him and his hole working around it in small pulls as he gets used to the size. I reach under him and wrap my hand around his cock, hard now, and feel the foreskin slide over the head, and he makes a noise that is not for anyone on the beach.
I pull back until the head of my cock is stretching his rim and I push in again, and the first proper thrust moves him on the towel so his knees slide an inch in the sand. I set a pace his hole will take without making him loud, feeding it in and holding and drawing back and feeding it in again, and Rafael meets the second one by pushing his ass onto me when I come forward so that the last of the shaft goes in hard. My hand stays on his cock and strokes him with the fuck, not against it.
The risk lives in how little cover we have, because a voice further up the beach would reach us and footsteps on wet sand would too, and Rafael's hole keeps taking my cock as if that is the only fact on the towel. I watch my shaft come out wet and go back in while his ass stays firm under my palm as I take it off his hip to hold the other side, and I fuck him like that until the hold in his shoulders changes and he drops to his elbows. The new angle opens him and I sink in further until the head of my cock finds the place that makes his arms shake.
"There, Isaac, right there, don't you move off it."
I keep it there, fucking him in shorter thrusts with the head of my cock rubbing the same spot inside him while my hips stay close to his ass, and his hole flutters and precum wets my fingers on his cock. I stroke him with that and he pushes back onto me in a rhythm that is his, and I hold at the depth he wants while he works himself on my cock, ass rolling, the muscles in his back standing out. Sand sticks to the sweat at his waist and I lick it off him and taste salt.
When I take over again I go deeper, fucking him with full strokes until his rim catches at the ridge of the head of my cock and my balls smash into his. Rafael's cock jumps in my fist and he is close enough that I can feel it in how tight he gets, and I am close behind that, the walk and the kneeling and the first stretch and the way he said my name all sitting in my cock. I could empty into him on the next thrust and I don't, I pull out.
His hole stays open for a second and then closes, and he looks over his shoulder with his mouth open and his cock standing out from his body, the foreskin rolled back off the head, wet.
"Don't you dare stop, Isaac, put it back in me."
I don't stop. I go down instead and put my mouth on his hole while it is open from my cock and tongue him, and Rafael's whole body jerks as he drops his chest closer to the towel and pushes his ass onto my face. I hold his cheeks apart and eat him, spit and the taste of us, until he is swearing into the fabric, and then I come up, spit on the head of my cock, put it back to his hole and push in one go until he takes all of it and the sound he makes is punched out of him.
I fuck him properly then, hips snapping, the towel bunching under his knees, my hand leaving his cock to hold his hip so I can drive while he reaches under himself and strokes. I watch his fist move and I watch my cock go into him, the sea in front of his face, and he is looking at it while I breed him on a public towel with the dunes at our backs.
A change of act is how I last. I pull him up off his elbows so his back is against my chest and I am inside him, the new height putting my mouth at his ear, and I wrap one arm around his chest and take his cock again with the other and fuck up into him from this kneel, shorter and deeper, until Rafael's head tips back onto my shoulder and his hole grips my cock on every way out.
"Fuck, Isaac, I'm gonna cum."
"Do it, cum for me, I've got you."
He cums in my fist, his hole clamping on my cock in pulses while his load hits the towel between his knees in thick ropes, and I keep stroking him through it and keep fucking him through it. The clamp is what finishes me. I bury the last of my cock in him and I cum, the first pulse going deep and the second landing in my own thighs, and I hold him on it and empty into him while Rafael's hole pulls the rest of it out of me and his cock twitches the last of his own load over my knuckles.
I stay in him until the pulses stop, and when I pull out cum follows the head of my cock and runs down his balls onto the towel. Rafael stays on his knees facing the water with my load in him, his breathing high and mine in his hair, and I put my palm on the small of his back and feel him shake once.
That should have been the end of it and it isn't, because he doesn't get up. He sits back onto his heels with my cum leaking out of him and looks at the sea, and then he reaches behind himself and finds my cock with his fingers, slick with what I just put in him, and he strokes me. I am spent and oversensitive and I let him do it anyway, his fist loose, his hand staying on the thing that just filled him.
"Again," he says, not looking at me. "I want it again, put it back in."
"Give me a minute and you can have it."
He gives me the minute with his hand while the water keeps coming in and we are the only two bodies on this stretch, and my cock fills in his grip slower than it did the first time, the head staying wet from his hole and from my own cum. When I am hard enough to use he goes forward onto his hands again without being told, and I move in behind him and put the head of my cock to his hole a second time and slide in with no fight, sloppy now, less stretch and more wet, my cock moving through my own load while Rafael takes it with his mouth open and his eyes on the water.
I don't last as long and I don't try to. I hold his hips and use him in long strokes until the feeling climbs my spine again, and he is stroking himself underneath, faster this time, chasing a second one off the back of the first. I feel him get there before I do. His hole tightens and he cums again, less of it, a few thick pulses onto the same patch of towel, and that squeeze takes me with him so I drive in to the base and cum a second load into him, shorter, sharper, and I stay planted while it leaves me.
When I pull out this time the leak is immediate and cum runs down the inside of his thigh. Rafael stays down a second longer and then sits back on his heels again, and I sit on the towel behind him with my cock lying wet against my thigh while his softens between his legs, the head of it slick. He reaches for his shorts and holds them in his lap instead of putting them on and watches the water.
We sit like that until our breathing is ordinary and then he stands, the leak of my load showing at the top of his thigh when he does, and he steps into his shorts and pulls them up so the cloth hides it while I get mine on. The walk back along the wet sand puts him in front of me again and I watch the way he moves with my load in him, even if no one else can see it. Halfway to the path he slows enough that I come up beside him and his hand finds the front of my shorts and cups me through the cloth, a brief press of his palm on my spent cock, and then he takes it away before the dunes give us back to the busier stretch. My cock twitches under the touch anyway.
On the three streets I keep thinking about the leak, every step he takes telling me what is happening in his shorts: my load moving in him, the cloth catching it. At the corner before the room I put my hand on the small of his back, under his shirt, on the skin I licked the sand off, and I leave it there until we are inside while he leans into the hand without breaking stride. That is the whole walk back to the room. Three streets later the room key is in my pocket and his bag is where he dropped it by the bed, and Rafael goes down on the rental sheets on his stomach with his shorts on and looks at me over his shoulder. I shut the door and get on the bed behind him and put my hand down the back of his shorts and find his hole slick with my load in him, and he pushes back onto my fingers the same way he did on the towel.
"Leave it in me."
I leave it. I hook his shorts down just far enough and I put the head of my cock to him a third time, in a room with a lock, and I slide in through what I already put there while he buries his face in the sheet. I fuck him in short rolls of my hips, no rush left in it, just the fact of being inside him again with sand on our calves and the sea in our hair, and he reaches back and holds my thigh. I cover his hand with mine and I stay in him until I spend a last small load against the same place I filled on the beach. When I pull out he keeps his shorts where they are, shoved down his thighs, and my cum starts the slow leak down him onto the rental sheet as I lie along his back and listen to Rafael breathe with my cock wet against the cleft of his ass.
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