Sex on the beach

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

Annoyed, Finn finds himself in his local shop and meets a nice man, handsome, with long dreadlocks. They arrange a great meeting on the hot beach, where they have a lot of fun together. Exactly what Finn likes the most. In the last minute, however, he is reminded of his inability to get close to other people except through sex.

Quickly, I run to the little shop around the corner because the weather is terrible. It’s been raining cats and dogs all day and the entire city is shrouded in dreary gray. As I step in, I annoyedly shake the cold moisture off my jacket, the sliding door can't open fast enough for that. I quickly sprint through the corridors to the hygiene products department and find what I'm looking for, luckily reduced. I look around, wondering whether to take another tube of lube, and without further thought, I walk on to pay for two. Suddenly I’m faced with an endless queue and already about to wish goodbye to the waiting people, but all other tills are closed and I grudgingly line up, throwing my hood on. I hate it here, this can take forever! I'd rather sit at home than stare at stupid faces. What on earth are so many people doing here on a Monday morning? But I quickly discard the question as soon as I remember where I should be if I hadn't called in sick. Among the losers, I watch an old grandma getting the cashier to feel desperate with her amount of change, or a hasty mother behind me who tries to empty her huge shopping basket while her brats frolic in front of her. Their eyes stare at me stupidly, they giggle and show me their tongues cheekily. While they make stupid faces, I throw my middle finger at them and, briefly irritated, they imitate my gesture with a grin, which makes me laugh out loud. Suddenly I lose my balance, the children shriek as I almost fall on them, someone in front of me took a big step backwards and almost knocked me over. Great anger boils up: "Dude! Don't you have eyes in your hea-", but when I turn around, there’s suddenly a hot man right in front of me, "-hoooh ...", well built, with long dreadlocks over his shoulders, "Ohh ... uhm …”, and I quietly feel my cheeks getting warmer as he looks me straight in the eye. “Sorry. I stepped back because a lady decided to jostle past me. I didn't know someone was standing so close behind me. " I look after the ugly bimbo: "Ah, sorry." He smiles reassuringly at me: "Don't you want the spot in front of me too? You have a lot less in your hands than I do." I sneak past him with small steps: "Ha, of course! Thank you, man." He spreads his groceries - bananas, tons of cans and snacks - out next to me. "That's a pretty big bunch of cans, eh?", I ask to keep the conversation going. "For the whole week, for me and my roommates." I also put my things on the supermarket conveyor belt. “Right, exactly, mine too!”, I boast, until I think about my words and blush even more: “Ah, wait a minute…” He grins: “Very interesting. ” The cashier ahead of me is waiting for my payment. Nervously grinning, I slide the card in and press some keys while watching him carefully behind me. It takes me longer than necessary to put my card in my wallet just to see him walk past me again at the exit. However, he comes up to me in a friendly manner: "Hey, are you from around here?" - "Yes, the shop is next to my apartment block, but I've never seen you nearby.", I answer in surprise. "I'm doing a year abroad, the country fascinates me." I laugh. "What, really now?", I reply. "Yes! I love meeting new people and discovering places. And I've always wanted to see this beach.” Impressed, I say: “Really cool! So, how do you like it?" - "Oh, I’ve been to other spots until now." I point outside, at the rain: "Would you like to pay it a visit when the weather is nicer again? I haven't been there for ages." - "Sounds good.", he decides. "Here's my number, let's set up a meeting! I’m always free anyways." So we say goodbye to each other.

 

"How are you?" is my excited conversation opener. He quickly sends an answer back: "Already home?" - "Sure. Do you live far away from the shop?" - "Roughly half an hour." Apparently Elijah comes from Sweden and has already been to Turkey, Spain, Angola, Botswana, Italy and Armenia - I don't even know where half of them are located - because he likes to travel and studies economics. He is most interested in languages ??and speaks like it’s his mother tongue. "Wow, I could never do that." - "I owe this passion to my parents. My mother comes from Libya and my father from Germany, quite funny.", he explains. "Your parents are probably really proud of you. Mine are ashamed of a son who wastes all of his time partying." - "You should enjoy your life as long as you can! Tell that to your parents." - "Or maybe because they don't like to see me with other men. - I don't know. They're just stupid. I don't even care.", I add as he asks further. "I don't think that's bad at all, you seem very nice. Cute, even." Usually, I find myself in another man's bed before having these kinds of conversations. "Tell me, are you into men?", I bravely ask. "I can hardly say no to someone like that." By that he comments on the picture I sent him. "The sun is out on Saturday, says my weather app. Want to meet up? We could have some fun together." A winking smiley tells me that he agrees.

 

On the eagerly awaited day I dress up. Elijah welcomes me punctually in his huge car. "I packed a parasol, towels, sunglasses... is that all you take with you?", he comments on my little handbag as I get in and nod. The sun on my face forces me to pull down the sun visor while we talk. "You said you like other men, right?" We come to a stop at a red traffic light. “I haven't had that much experience with men, maybe one or two. But those were only short adventures." His fingers tap impatiently on the steering wheel. "Until now I only had serious relationships with women." The traffic light turns green and we drive off. "At the moment I'm single again." The wind is blowing through my hair as it comes in through the open window. "What a coincidence!", I smile mischievously, "Me too."

 

Before I get out, I stretch myself extensively and then help unload all the things from the trunk and drag them to the beach, through a small, shady forest, through whose leaves the sand and water peek out and glisten prominently. Some people spend their time in the water, playing volleyball and football, eating ice cream, or tanning on the sand. Where the sun burns down particularly hot, the place is already full of people, the other half of the area is further away from the shore, is peppered with beach grass and surrounded by tall bushes. "It's quieter further away.", Elijah suggests, spreading his blanket, while I get out a tube of sunscreen and reluctantly apply it. I hate how sticky I feel afterwards, almost like I bathed in syrup. Boredom drives my eyes to the bananas in his box, which he bought half-green on Monday, and which are now glowing temptingly yellow. Curious, my hand snatches a fruit and peels it, the wind piping past me. "Oh, I forgot my sunscreen at home.", he remarks as he unpacks the parasol and opens it next to me. "I'm as pale as a corpse, but do you even need one?", I examine his dark complexion. I hold back the bottle in my hands. "Sure, it still protects against UV rays." I bring the banana to my mouth and sink my teeth into it, thinking about how I could tease him a little bit. His attentive expression gives me a good idea: "May I?", I squeeze a generous portion of cream from the tube onto my hand and rub it in until my entire palms are covered. Hesitating for a moment, however, he agrees, sits down next to me on the blanket and relaxes. I kneel resolutely in front of him and spread sunscreen on his muscular arms. Curiously I examine the tattoos on them as I knead and feel his strong neck, brush gently up to his chin. His blue-green eyes stare into mine: "Nobody has ever put sunblock on for me." - "I'm happy to be the first." I stroke his cheeks with my fingers, which then continue to work on his face. "I'm slowly starting to understand what you meant by fun." His lips form into a laugh. "Well, hopefully." I crawl carefully around him in order to spy on the other guests in the heat and to get right to his shoulders, after their treatment I massage the cream thoroughly into his back and get to gently run my fingers over his sides. Briefly, I stroke over his stomach. Although I should be done by now, my hands linger longer on his loins until my oily, warm hands go around his stomach again and again. They dive a little too deep, nervously awaiting his reaction: he takes a deep breath. In response, my fingers slip cheekily under the edge of his swimming trunks, just for a fleeting moment in which he gasps: "The last time I had relations with another man was on my first holiday in Spain, but maybe you can be my next . " I let my hands slip under the fabric as an answer, because I like his response and how quickly he reacts to my touch. This time I stroke over him, which makes him purr and gets my attention. I check on him, his eyes are closed, then I feel his arm tugging in concentration on the hand that satisfies him. "It's good that we're sitting behind the bushes.", I state and with tension in his voice he affirms my statement, but says nothing more. I guess he seems to like it, my movements are getting faster, more and more he squirms and my hasty arms wrap tightly around him. Nobody notices us as I look up eagerly, since most of the people are at the other end of the bay. Driven by ambition, I use my little finger to push his skimpy trousers a little over his size in my fist and can only lick my lips at the sight of its presumable length. At the same time he gasps under me and in a panic I press my palm over his mouth. "Others will notice us like this!", I whisper into his ear and grip him harder, making him sound even louder and rear up. In his murmuring that I can only perceive dully, it sounds like his accent breaks through. Ultimately, he collapses into my arms. "That’s also how you can put on sunscreen..." he whispers, puffing and slowly pulling himself away from me. "Did you miss a man's grip?" - "Very much so, it seems.", he admits defeated, while I calmly rub sunscreen over the rest of his legs as if nothing had ever happened. He takes another deep breath before decidedly adjusting his clothes and straightening his hair. "I'll go swimming to cool off.", he disappears until I look after him. He gets into talks with other visitors nearby before the man continues to do his swimming rounds. Unmotivated, I tap over the steep, slippery slope, because I don't intend to fall into the icy coldness. My eyes stare as he dives up, his body glistening in the orange light of the sunset. Sitting down, I watch the waves crash against Elijah's stomach, getting smaller and swallowing themselves. A flock of seagulls chatter loudly as they fly by. He decides to keep me company as he returns, and talks about how much he enjoys sports and swimming. "You’re not a very big fan of the sea, are you?" My shoulders shrug: "What do I know." The sun paints red stripes in the sky and the beach, from which more and more people are gradually leaving, seems to only belong to us. With a lustful look I place my hand on his chest: "I still feel hot, although I’m crouching in cold water." And indeed, our lips meet for the first time, throwing myself blindly at him with my eyes closed, caught by his strong arms. "I see it.", he sighs. “There is nobody here, but unfortunately also not a condom.” In front of him I wave one: “Look over here.” - “Is this the only thing in your bag?” - “Possible.” Pushing his wet pants out of the way reveals itself to be a challenge, it sticks to his skin, my tongue only brushes the part of his shaft that I can free from the cloth prison. Pulling and tugging, I jerk the material over his butt and just now notice his hardness and texture, when I feel it all in my mouth and spoil him with my tongue. I don't want to make it that easy for him, as soon as he gets into the frenzy of excitement, I stop, although his stormy side becomes much more dominant without a possible audience and his gaze from above draws me in. Warmth spreads as he positions above me and can't keep his hands off me, although I cannot stand cold water. My eyes widen in the glow of the sunset. "You really are lovely." His big hand plucks my top down to my stomach - "Ah!" - it just got a few degrees colder around me, which doesn't bother me near him. The long fabric of my lower bathing suit floats in the water, which he lets drift aside, gently over my sensitive thighs. Similar to the breeze of water that hugs my legs, his touches smuggle up my legs, I almost can’t tell him apart from the currents that he stirs up. His fingers, on the inside of my thighs, tickle and cannot wait to trail on to the lower part of my bottom. There they slightly caress my entrance. Restlessly I rock along, only the tip of his thumb is in me. Then his whole finger. I moan softly at it. The chirping of birds and the water splashing blur into a beautiful background sound, and I keep shaking up and down underneath him and joggle more and more until he dares to lift me up slightly. Waterbubbles dance around my feet as I drift up before he enters me for the first time and I wail arousedly. How much he fills me is admirable, until he starts in his tact. “I missed this.”, he says, sinking into me. "During my travels, I’ve had sex with locals a few times." - "As with me?" I think heatedly how he gets intimate with all kinds of people, me as one of many. That turns me incredibly on. Only now do I understand why he loves the beach so much, as I throw my arms around him, who continues to push into me. The wave movements support our rhythm. That makes me think about whether the water is not as horrible as I thought when it makes me feel so good. His hands grab my perfect locks, ruined by the wild drifting salt water and us, gently stroking my ear. The whirled up waves have a more intense effect on the thrusts, the faster we get. In all the time we’ve had together up until now, this is the only time I feel closer to him than ever before, in pleasure and comfort. In this thought the feeling of my climax pours over me. Desperately I try to hold on to something, but I can't grab anything else instead of sand and slip, since it melts away under my fingers. "Ahh... hah! No...", instead he grabs my hand and presses it into the mud. My body reacts by itself, I gasp ecstatically. Cooling down, I look up at Elijah through an unfocused view, who is still clinging on to me in need. I grab his dick as he straightens up in the shadow of the setting sun and finish it fiercely and eagerly until he comes in a loud moan, with no one around to our luck.

 

I'm beaming: "We can gladly repeat that." - "Do you often pass your time with others that way?", he questions me. I sleep with some stranger almost every day, oh, if he ever knew it. "That’s not so important." - "We also could go to other places sometimes, I think." The sex was still the most exciting thing for me, I convey to him cautiously, which has kept my attention. "So that’s all you got out of our meeting?” His sentence hits me like lightning in my feelings, although I've heard it so often already and start barking: “What, you're not fine with it?” He gets up in surprise: “I'm sorry, I didn't want to offend you.” In silence, my thoughts circle like they’ve gone mad about the same topic forever - giving people everything I have and still apparently never being able to get closer to them feels like a curse. This nightmare drills into my head until I burst open: "You know nothing, so quit judging me!" He crawls back to our now deserted place: "Breathe. What happened that was so bad, anyway?" His hands grab my towel that he lent me and my fears press me:" Stop! What do you think you’re doing?" - "Here is your bag. I'll pack up. It's gotten late anyway, tomorrow I have to get up." I feel cheated when I can't stop him. "Look, this is probably not your best day today, Finn." - "Liar! You're just like the others!", I shout angrily. In the distance I kick the sand into the air, my effort to please others. None of this means anything to anyone, while the grains of sand are blown away by the wind. Trembling, I stare at my feet, storm away before he can blame me for anything more. Rushing past the parking lots, I don't turn around and ignore his calls. Only at the train station do I recall not having my wallet with me, praying during the train ride, to not get controlled. Falling on the bed, I sadly delete Elijah's number, his text messages are already causing me great feelings of guilt. When shopping in the store, I don't look up with loud music in my headphones. In every kind of encounter I reveal too much about myself, which always ends in a knife getting painfully stabbed into my back as a result.

 


Submitted: May 16, 2021

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spˈɔːn ɒv sˈe͡ɪtən

Great read!

Sun, May 16th, 2021 8:25pm

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thank you so much!^^

Sun, May 16th, 2021 11:07pm

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