I Just Love Being On The Beach. The Tight Or Loose Shorts, The Freeballing, And The Hard Bodies Are Driving

I just love being on the beach. The tight or loose shorts, the freeballing, and the hard bodies are driving me crazy. The way as the guys are walking around in their semi wet shorts and their cock is bouncing back and forth, left and right is just stunning. I usually just put up my sunglasses, I sit down in a deck chair, and enjoy the view… My eyes are covered, so they don’t see me peeking, it’s a perfect programme for summer.

One day I saw something that I’ve never before: a guy in 80s style shiny shorts. They are really rare, and really soft. I always had a thing for the guys with these tight and really short shorts. The way it shows their muscled thighs. The way the sun shines on them. The way they make ones cock seem bigger. Man, I loved those times. I was drooling as this guy walked on the beach with his surf board, yet my mouth ran dry. I had to lick it, and as I did it, he might have noticed me. He stopped and turned to me with a cocky smile. He knew that I was staring at him. He knew that he was super sexy. He knew that he was irresistible to me.

He just stood there smirked and started to scratch his balls. Slowly deeply to make his dick visible. It was not only the shorts, he had quite a size. Then he started to move his thighs: lifting the left one, then the right. Maybe he is just getting ready for surfing and I was not busted… I tried to look away but as the sun glittered on his shorts my eyes were stuck on him. Then he put his hands inside his shorts grabbing his dick. He started to stroke, slowly up and down… Up and down… He was getting hard. Me too. I just couldn’t stop watching him, I was stunned and mesmerised. My eyes followed his hands inside his shorts. Then he stopped. He pulled off his hand, and started to stroke his abs, his chest, driving my sight to his face. That show was for me, that’s for sure. I looked into his eyes, and I got lost in his gaze. It was like my mind was getting emptier with each moment I stare into his eyes. I felt like he was hypnotising me with those two big eyes. My body just froze, I was unable to move or just to look away. He called me, but I couldn’t move. I was so powerless, so weak, but I had to obey him. I used my remaining power to break the eye contact and focus on his semi-hard dick through his shorts. He started to move again. Left… Right… His dick was bouncing, the sun was glittering, and my conscious mind shut down. I woke up from the deck chair, kneeled down and crawled to his feet, still focusing on his crotch. I was not myself… What if somebody sees me? What if they post a picture on Facebook of me crawling on my feet to another guy? But I didn’t care. I reached my goal. He just gently grabbed my chin, lifting my face that was stuck on his shorts back to his eyes. He came closer, so as I was looking into his eyes, my lips finally touched the godly silky shorts and his dick. I was in another universe. He moved his hips, so my lips were sliding on his cock like heaven.

“You’re mine, stalker… Mine forever! Keep worshipping your god!” he said and placed his dick into my mouth.

I had him right where I wanted him. He was trapped in a boat with me in the middle of the lake. He relaxed and took some photos and I helped myself to his cock. He snapped a few shots while I slipped his shorts off him; and ultimately took a nice photo record of my descent into his cock slave.

Maybe this was actually his trap for me...

Now he is unconscious, he will be stripped and tied. His first lesson in the gay sex that will come to define his very being will begin as soon as he wakes and recognizes his ass is already plugged with an inflatable dildo.

We start with some regular photos. Just casual. Then we say we want an all day work look and get him sweaty and shirtless. Then we tell him he needs a bath and get him naked. He is embarrassed to be unable to stop his erection. We tell him it is fine. He soaks in the tub that has been specially prepared for him. Then we tell him he needs a fuck. Cock appears in his face and he knows only one thing to do with it: dribble and spit and swallow that shaft. He is very hungry. We knew he would be. We fed him lunch first, of course. That’s why he did everything we told him. Our company tools make cock slaves of any man. We use it to great effect. We lift him—his face still glued to the cock he is pressing down his throat—and press another cock into his ass. He moans for it, unexpectedly very happy to have so much cock in him. They begin to fuck him, vigorously, and he makes even louder noises; of sex and mindless pleasure. We have a new office slave to break in before selling. We like to have a particular brand.

Meaty, hairy, mindless, perpetually horny and hungry for cock is just how we like ‘em.

It’s heavy.

That’s right.

Let the rain soothe you.

The cloth blocks the rain,

soaks it up and becomes heavy.

Shed it.

Let the rain wash your naked body.

You are only right when you are naked.

Leave the clothes.

You have no need of them.

We have another just like you.

You have need of each other.

We will watch.

We will watch you indulge yourselves in one another.

The rains have freed you and now you find your place.

Your place is with cock.

More cock.

Any cock.

No cock will go without your attention.

You are a good boy.