Beach Boys [FTM (25) x M (30) public sex, breeding, cumslut, gay]

The door bangs shut, obscenely loud in the quiet of the deserted bathroom. There’s sand on the floor, you notice, and the hot afternoon sun shining stickily through the high windows to dance on the brow of the beautiful boy standing in front of you. You giggle nervously in spite of yourself—it was unbelievably unlike you to be nose to nose with a stranger, locked in the stall at the far end of the beach bathroom, the lust between you almost tangible, crackling like lightning in your eyes. But here you were, and there was no denying the current rushing through your body, the blood pounding hard in your hands, acutely aware of every heartbeat that ached through you.

Too nervous to initiate a more deliberate touch, you reach instead for his hand, turning it over and tracing the veins up his wrist and along his tanned, muscular forearm. You bring his fingers up to your mouth, kissing one gently and letting out a ragged breath. As if your exhale breathed life into him, he surges into motion all at once, grabbing your chin to raise your lips to his, and pushing you back against the cracked tile wall. You reflexively moan into his mouth, need bubbling up inside your belly as his bulge presses hard against your hip.

His one hand twists in your hair to pull your head back, the rough stubble on his cheeks raking against your flushed neck as he leans to kiss your shoulder. With his other hand, he traces the sinewy outline of your chest and dances across your stomach, before dropping down to grab your ass. Overeager, your hips buck as you try to grind against him, but he smirks playfully and steps back, allowing your hungry body contact with only the negative space between you.

Unwilling to be the only one left wanting, you reach into his swim shorts and free his cock from the thin fabric already dotted with pre-cum. It was his turn to whine, his smug, crooked smile shifting to a perfect, pink-lipped reverie, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a low groan. You give a few lazy strokes on his marble-hard member, your thumb circling the head as his beautiful face flickers with lust. His hand still knotted in your hair, he tugs you down, and you easily fold onto your knees on the sandy floor. The briny smell of the ocean still clung to his body, mixing with the heady musk of his cock, and you ravenously take his length in your mouth, running your tongue up his shaft and along the underside of his throbbing pink cockhead. You suck him noisily, reveling in the unbridled, messy, hazy-eyed heat of wanting someone so badly your insides ached.

But he could see you fidgeting in your swim shorts as every movement dragged the rough material across the tiny bulge of your own cock, throbbing almost unbearably. Watching you squirm, his eyes darkened with a need greater than just your hands and mouth could satisfy. Pulling you back up to stand eye-to-eye, he tugs down your shorts to brush a light hand along the mist of hair that runs down from your navel, and you suck in a hard breath through your teeth as his fingers graze your swollen little cock and hot, sticky cunt.

He turns you so you’re facing the same direction, his cock now pressed behind you, leaving damp trail of spit and pre-cum across your ass. Taking your shaft between his fingers, he strokes your tiny cock. A soft, low moan escapes you and you lean into him. He slides a finger into your pussy, and you feel the low vibration in his chest, his whispered voice almost a growl—“can I fuck you in your tight, wet hole, pretty boy?”

You nearly lost it then, not trusting yourself to speak but nodding feverishly and twisting around to kiss him, as if you could catch the words before they disappeared from his lips. You feel the heat of his cockhead pressed against your entrance and sharply inhale the delicious masculine spice of his sweat as you feel him stretch your hole. You gasp at the fullness, and rock backwards to take his length inside your cunt.

Reaching over you to grab the wall, he sets an almost unbearable rhythm, slowly dragging himself back so just the head of his cock remains inside you, before powering forward to bury himself to the hilt, driving out a deep groan from between your lips with every stroke. His knuckles are white as they grip your ass; you know he’s just as fevered with want as you are. You’re desperate to cum before he’s finished, desperate for respite from the gnawing, aching, throbbing arousal coursing through you, and you rut against your own hand as he fucks you, breath erratic. His pace increases as he nears the edge, your hard breaths and the slap of skin on skin the only sound in the empty bathroom. He pounds into you, hard and fast, forcing the breath from your lungs with every delicious thrust.

“I’m gonna cum in your tight, pink boy hole,” he hisses into your ear. “I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to remember me when you stand under the shower later, your used cunt and little cock still slick with my seed. I’m going to fuck my cum right into you, pretty boy, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You let out a guttural whine. “Fuck yes, god, please,” you beg, and you realize that was all you needed to send your body over the edge. Your legs shake and you cling to the wall to stay upright as the rush crashes over you, burning through your body from your belly to your fingertips. You pant unabashedly, your eyes glazed and heavy and your body overripe with pleasure. You fight back a moan, not wanting to set him off, too, but it’s too late—he can feel your cunt throbbing around him with the waves of your climax, and his grip tightens and his rhythm falters as he slams into you one last time. He grunts, curling involuntarily so the the bridge of his nose presses into your shoulder as he fills you with his hot load, shuddering as his orgasm rips through him. You can feel his cock pulse as he shoots deep into your hole, and you grind down on him to take every last drop.

After his cock twitches for the last time, he pulls away, leaving a slick drip of cum and arousal down your thigh. You hold yourself steady, your legs still shaking as he tugs his shorts back over his half-hard dick. Turning his attention back to you, he runs two fingers down your swollen, still-twitching cock to scoop the escaping trail of cum back into your gaping hole. You bite your lip and whimper as he stuffs you one last time, his sticky fingers plunging back into your pussy.

“I needed to make sure you took every drop of my cum,” he whispered. “Like a good little slut.”

He squeezes your ass, hard, and slips out the door, leaving you sweaty, used, and full.

You can’t wait to find someone else to do this with again.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/worjnn/beach_boys_ftm_25_x_m_30_public_sex_breeding