William’s Beach Day
(Fiction) (Public Sexual Teasing) (Sex for an Audience)
I arrived at my first sex addicts anonymous meeting on a Wednesday evening at 6:45 PM. The meeting was scheduled for 7:00. I started questioning whether I was merely a guy who really loved sex or, whether I had slipped over the line and my behavior was unhealthy. I wanted some input from this gathering, just for reference. I was pretty sure I was okay. It was only a check up, like getting a physical at the clinic. In addition to that, I was curious about the people that attended these meetings and what they discussed.
I wore my girlfriend’s panties under my jeans, not because that turns me on. It actually does turn me on but, that day I did it because I thought that their tightness would help hide my bulge. I have a fat cock and it is difficult to minimize the bulge and impossible to hide it, not that I try, usually. I frequently catch people staring at my crotch, especially if I get one of my unintentional boners. Sometimes, they just happen. I’m not even thinking about sex and boom, I get fully erect. Anyway, I was trying to be considerate of my fellow attendees, knowing that I should not tempt them.
As I drank a cup of tea, that was provided there, a women made conversation with me, just innocuous chatter. She was attractive, nice figure and about 30 years old. As we stood there, she glanced down at my goods several times. Obviously, the tight panties were not fulfilling their purpose. She was wearing a baggy, cream colored silk blouse, buttoned all the way up to her neck. Her attempt to hide her body made it all the more intriguing. I imagined what it would be like to touch the luscious breasts that she hid from us. And, there it was. I had a semi, heading toward boner-ville. She stared, oblivious to how it looked to me or anyone else there, who might be watching her. Her expression was one of interest, she absent mindedly licked her full lips. She put her hand on my shoulder and said that she was delighted that I was joining the group. She was flirting. Then, she turned and addressed the crowd, “Hello, everyone! I’m Doctor Rita James. Welcome to our meeting. Please, everyone, take a seat.” Good God. The woman ogling my crotch was the group moderator.
There was about 15 of us and we took our seats, arranged in a large circle. Dr. James led by addressing the young man sitting to my right. He was a nerdy fellow, skinny, with a mop of unkempt red hair. He was about 18 years of age. She asked him to state his name and tell us why he was there. He nervously cleared his throat and said, “My name is Bobby and I am a sex addict.” She encouraged him to tell us more, “And how was this last week for you, Bobby?” He reported, “I think I am doing much better, although I had a set back on Saturday. I’ve only masturbated 1 or 2 times a day this last week, which is down from 3 times a day. I felt encouraged by my progress but, last Saturday, I wanked 4 times.” He looked around at all the women in the group. It seemed to me like he was bragging, rather than struggling with a problem. I would think that a man at the height of his sexual life would normally jerk off a lot but it’s not for me to say. Dr. James thanked him for sharing and congratulated him on his improvement.
Dr. James addressed me, “Please state your name and tell us why you are here.” I looked around, a bit sheepishly, “My name is William and I’m not sure I belong here but I thought I might like the group’s counsel.” Dr. James asked me to explain, “William, you are very welcome here. Know that this is a safe place to share your thoughts and feelings. Please share your story, providing as much detail as you like. I continued, “Well, I love sex and, generally, my pursuit of sex very seldom causes any problems and doesn’t interfere with the rest of my life.” She pressed, “Then why are you here?” I explained, “I’ve engaged in some risky sexual behaviors, as of late. Activities that could possibly have had negative repercussions, if my partner and I had been caught.” Dr. James requested, “Would you give us more details and clarify for us what behaviors you consider risky.”
I shared, “Last summer, I went to Spain on holiday. I had recently met a young woman named Annie. She was 18 and fun to be around. I invited her to go with me.” Dr. James asked, “What happened in Spain? Please be specific, explain fully so we may evaluate your behavior.” Her interest may have been clinical but, I could tell, it was also personal. She was titillated and that excited me. I continued, while my cock began to harden.
I wondered just how much detail I could get away with sharing. For instance, would she stop me if I described my shooting a huge load, with spurt after spurt of thick semen? She and the rest of them are giving me breathless, rapt attention. It was turning me on to expose my history, especially if those listening received a thrill from hearing it. I began:
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Annie and I arrived at our hotel, was located steps from the beach. After dropping our bags off in our room and changing into beach attire, we made our way out into the sunshine. Although the beach was crowded, we found a great spot, close to the water.
As soon as we were settled and relaxing, Annie started staring at my crotch and I knew she thinking about sucking my dick. She was always thinking about my dick. I liked her, in part, because of her constant horniness. It matched mine. She didn’t say anything about sex but, she kept looking at my crotch all the same.
I couldn’t help it. The more she looked at my crotch, the harder I got. The harder I got, the more she looked. In no time, I was rock hard and because of my size, my shorts were tenting quite noticeably. I adjusted myself but, it was like trying to hide a flagpole. Eventually, a precum wet spot was formed, becoming apparent as well.
She suggested that she rub some sun screen on my back. As she applied lotion, she caressed me. Her touch was intimate and sensual, meant to give me pleasure. I thought she was finished and laid on my back still sporting an erection but, she didn’t stop with my back. She used the sun screen as an excuse to continue touching me. In front of everyone there, her hands made love to my chest and shoulders. It was so hot to be surrounded by people, while she exhibited her desire for me with slow sensual strokes. Her hands reached my stomach, her fingertips slid an inch or two into my shorts with each stroke, missing contact with my dick by centimeters. It all felt so damned good. My cock throbbed, my precum oozed and the wet spot grew. She pressed her fingers to the wet spot, rubbed it and pulled her hand away. She made eye contact with me and smiled. She put her finger tips in her mouth and, for a moment, sucked on them, as if they were my cock head. Yes, all she was thinking about was getting my dick in her mouth.
People were continuously walking by, some as near as a meter or two from us. Among them were two nice looking guys. There was something about them that said “gay” to me. That perception was confirmed when one of them noticed my dick straining against my shorts and his jaw dropped. He stumbled a bit but, thankfully, they kept walking.
Annie laid down, next to me. I was lying on my back, propped up on my elbows. That position allowed me to survey our surroundings. I noticed a couple of young women on a blanket 4 or 5 meters away from us, closer to the water, which meant that they had a view of my crotch, if they looked back toward the hotel. One of them turned over on her stomach and looked toward me and my girlfriend. She noticed my bulge and her expression registered surprise, then delight. Maybe, I should have warn baggier shorts.
I like attention but, I also like controlling how much attention and from whom. I considered covering myself with a towel but, I also thought that by trying to hide it, I might garner even more attention. Additionally, I didn’t want to express shame. Sexuality is normal and natural and getting a boner is part of it for a healthy man. I’m actually proud of my cock, even when it has a mind of its own and makes a spectacle of itself. I didn’t want to offend anyone but I have a big dick. It’s not like I can leave it at home.
The young woman that had been staring at me whispered something to her friend and, now, they were both on their stomachs sneaking glances. Annie saw them, as well. She moved closer to me and rested her hand on my thigh to warn them off. She was protecting her claim on me. It was sweet.
The day continued on. The weather was perfect, a clear blue sky, warm sun and a gentle breeze. After my erection subsided, we enjoyed a walk along the shore. We walked into the water, up to our chests. I did this in part to wash away the dried precum spot from my shorts. Annie hugged me and gave me a kiss. It was a romantic setting and why not have the full experience. Soon, she was moving her hand down my body to my crotch. Then, inside my shorts and I felt her grip my dick. It felt good. She looked into my eyes. Her expression displayed a gleeful delight in her mischievous behavior. As she fondled my dick, it woke from its brief respite.
I imagined the stares I would get, if I came out of the water with a boner and wet, light colored swim trunks clinging to it. I didn’t care. I wanted Annie to have fun and she loved to play and tease. She kissed me again. She pulled my shorts down below my genitals, freeing my junk from restraint. It felt good as my cock and balls moved with the movement of the water. By now, I am completely stiff again. She hugged me, positioning my cock between us and squeezed it between our bodies. I enjoyed the pressure on my cock. I pulled her close, reached down to my cock and rubbed it on her stomach so she could feel its size and firmness. She loved the feel of my cock, whether inside her or outside. She reached down, took my cock in her hand and stuck it between her thighs. She continued to hug me as she squeezed. It was amazing, not like being inside her but, amazing to be so turned on, with so many people in such close proximity, people in the water, crowds on the beach. Her tits pressed against my chest, adding to my delight.
We decided to go back to our blanket on the beach. We wanted to dry in the sun and, then, go to the nearby bar for a cocktail. I pulled up my trunks and, as I expected, when we came out of the water, there was no hiding my fat boner in wet shorts. As I looked around, I saw the stares. In regular circumstances, people frequently notice my bulge but nothing like this. I would never trade my cock for a normal sized one, so attention is something I have to accept.
I started to pick up the pace, to get back to our spot so I could, at least, lie down. Annie took my hand and slowed our walk to a meandering stride. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing. She was showing me off. She wanted everyone to see her boyfriend’s big dick. She was proud and I was excited by her showing me off. I figured what the hell, If she was enjoying the exposure, I would too. Then, I didn’t even try to make my erection go down. In fact, I flexed that dick muscle to make it throb, to make it as hard as I could make it. An old man was walking in the opposite direction. I could tell, by his expression, the moment he saw my tenting swim trunks. He stared, as he walked toward us. He looked up at my face, as we were passing. I smiled and said to him, “How you doing? I hope you are enjoying your day as much as I am.” He paused and looked at Annie then, back at me. His gaze returned to my crotch, “I wish, Brother! Enjoy it, while you got it!” He continued walking, as we laughed, surprise by his sense of humor.
We got to our spot and lied down. I thought about anything but, sex. It was late afternoon, heading toward evening. The temperature was still warm and pleasant. I put on a T-shirt and flip flops. My girlfriend put on a wrap. We dropped off our belongings in our room, on our way to the bar. There, we enjoyed the music and people-watching. We sat at one of those tall bar tables, up against two walls, in the corner of the room. More people came in and the bar got more crowded. As my girlfriend was finishing her second drink, her hand started reaching for my dick, under the table. Uh, oh, she was experiencing another wave of horniness. The table was high, which would have made my crotch and her hand visible to anyone sitting nearby but, the bar was fiercely crowded, standing room only. Our backs were to the corner of the room and people were standing all around, inches from the other side of our table, blocking anyone from seeing what my girlfriend was doing. My dick, never unwilling to perform, jumped to attention and was straining to get out of my shorts. What a day of teasing! With all the horned up episodes, through out this afternoon, I was ready for that anticipated blow job and wished I could get it right then and there.
I was so turned on by Annie massaging my cock with college age women and men standing close enough that I could hear their bar room conversations. I reached under the table and pulled the leg opening of my shorts up, freeing my dick and balls. My girlfriend gasped at my boldness. A smile soon appeared and, then, broadened. She was all in, ready for some fun.
The group of people that was near us had their backs to us, for the most part. Occasionally, someone would turn around and make momentary eye contact with us. I’d exchange a smile with those strangers, as Annie continued to gently and slowly stroked my cock and fondled my balls under the table. I took her hand and while pretending to kiss it, I spit in her palm. I thought about shooting but didn’t want it to end our fun. Also, my loads are big. It would have been a huge mess. It felt exciting and naughty and I wanted something more to happen, something more thrilling, maybe even more risky.
The cocktail waitress fought her way through the crowd to ask us if we wanted another drink. She was standing right there, talking to us, while my girlfriend’s hand was actually holding my cock. She stopped stroking, as the waitress approached but, she never removed her hand. The waitress was wearing a low-cut top, flattering to her full breasts and the outline of her nipples was delightfully visible. I smiled at the waitress, while I made my cock throb in Annie’s hand. Annie giggled. I ordered more drinks. The waitress left to fill our order.
Annie continued to stroke me. I felt that I was getting close. I shoot such big loads. It would be such a mess that there would no be way to hide it. I begged her to stop, “Oh, God, Baby Girl, don’t make me come. Oh, God. Please don’t. Please don’t! Stop. Stop. Please, Sweet Girl!” I was about to lose control, when she stopped. I wanted to come so badly but, if I did, my cum would be all over everything. Then she pointed my cock straight up, toward the ceiling. I looked around nervously because the head of my cock was above the table height. It was visible, if anyone turned around and looked. She let it lean against the table edge, my head still above the table top, by about an inch. She moved her glass in front of it to block the view of others. I liked it! It was exciting. My boner was in its glory. I pulsed it to send precum to my cum slit. That always drives her crazy. Annie stared as I forced precum to ooze. She couldn’t resist tasting it and ran her finger over my head, collecting it. As she brought it to her mouth, a silver thread stretched from my dick to her chin and broke. She licked and sucked her finger. She gave me a short kiss, my dick was all this time, leaning against the table’s edge.
The waitress returned with our drinks. I didn’t move but, watched her face, looking for any sign that she saw my dick. I guess the alcohol made me a little too bold. Annie interceded by putting her purse on the table in front of my cock, blocking the waitress’ ability to see it. Annie had been very happy to show me off earlier today but, maybe she was right. All the same, after she finished this last drink, she was the one being pretty damned obvious.
She started stroking my cock. As I got close to shooting, again, I warned her, “I’m getting close. You need to stop.” She continued. I said, desperately, “I’m getting close! Really close! Oh, no, no, no. Please, please don’t make me! Oh, God! Please! Stop! Please, stop!” She stopped but, not before my pleading drew attention. A college aged guy looked down at my dick as a large amount of precum ran out and dripped over my cock and Annie’s hand. At first, his reaction was one of astonishment. He looked away but kept glancing back. Annie didn’t see him looking and it turned me on for someone to see her worshipping my dick.
I whispered to her that our activities had been discovered. Soon enough, two guys were glancing back at us intermittently and then, another woman and then, another woman. I watched to see how they would react. All seemed to be enjoying what they were seeing. They were there in a group of six, 3 guys and 3 women. They didn’t appear to be couples, more like a group of college students, out for a night of fun. Annie continued to stroke as the curious college students glanced back at us. Within 5 minutes, they were all not merely glancing but, blatantly watching.
One of the woman, an American, finally came closer, looked into my eyes, as she said to Annie, “Girl, if you are not going to suck his dick, I’m going to do it for you.” I was shocked. Annie was shocked. I quickly recovered from the woman’s audacious remark and grinning, I leaned back in my chair, displaying my big, thick, raging-hard cock, for our new friends see without obstruction. They were surrounding our table and blocking everyone else’s view. One of the guys said softly, “Suck it.” Then, in a whisper, another guy repeated, “Suck it.” The forward woman said to my girlfriend, “Go ahead. Do it!”
Annie let go of my cock and stared back at them, unsure of what to do. The guys were watching her to see what she would do and the 3 women were all staring at my dick. I made it bounce up and down for entertainment purposes. Precum oozed out of my cum slit and dribbled down from the tip of my cock, silver thread, reaching for the floor, hanging. i was so freakin turned on. I loved the attention and the way the women were admiring me.
Annie suddenly made up her mind. She turned toward me and took the head of my cock in her mouth. It took her a minute or two but soon, she was in full cock-sucking-mode. She was, whole heartedly, worshipping, sucking, licking my cock and fondling my balls. She was into it and she wanted to be watched. She stood to the side of me as she did it. Our six friends stood around our table, shoulder to shoulder, to make sure others couldn’t see. They were watching us with rapt attention. I watched their expressions as I enjoyed Annie’s hot mouth, engulfing my head and moving as far down my shaft as she could go. One of the guys made eye contact with me and gave me two thumbs up. One of the women, who was laser- focused on my cock being serviced, squeezed her tits through her blouse. Annie started using her hand, while she sucked. Hand and mouth engaged my entire cock and felt incredible.
The guy, who was the first to say “Suck it”, said in low excited voice, “Shoot.” The woman that was squeezing her tits, looked into my eyes, “Shoot”, she said. It wasn’t like a chant. They did not speak in unison but all six were repeating, “Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.” I realized that Annie and six other people, all, wanted my load. All were focused on my cock, wanting nothing more than sharing the experience of my orgasm with me. I was caught up in the moment. I knew that I would spew an enormous amount of semen but with all this encouragement, I decided to give it to them. They wanted to see me spew in my Annie’s mouth and on her face. Hell, maybe I’ll shoot the last couple of spurts on the table, I thought. It was all so mind blowing.
I started feeling the first sensations that told me that I was on my way toward cumming but, I still tried to hold off from reaching the point of no return. Every 20 seconds or so, one of the group, sometimes a woman and sometimes a guy, would encourage me. “Shoot” they would whisper. I felt exhilarated. Then, I felt that familiar tingling in my groin, the feeling that was always a precursor to the first spurt. I moaned softly and everyone’s eyes got bigger in anticipation. I put my hand on the back of Annie’s head, something I always did to give her a warning that her mouth was about to be filled. I groaned and everyone moved closer. My whole body spasmed and I groaned again, more loudly than I thought I would. My cum hit the back of her throat and she gagged but eagerly went back to mouthing my cock head. I shot about 4 times in her mouth before I pulled her off. Still cumming, I stood and shot the rest on the table, spurt after spurt after spurt. It was even a bigger load than usual. When the spurting finally came to an end, I milked my cock, getting out every last drop. I had to make it a good show for our new friends. I didn’t want anyone to be disappointed. The titty squeezing woman’s eyes were focused on my cock and the big puddle of cum I’d left on the table. She abruptly reached passed Annie and gave my dick a quick tug. She said, “Nice, very, very nice.” She immediatley turned to the table and licked up my cum, making a slurping sound. I laughed, mostly out of amazement and surprise. I’d never done anything like that before, in a public place with an audience. It was beyond exhilarating.
I sat back down. My erection was slowly going down. I was totally spent. Annie didn’t like the woman touching me or eating my cum but, she held it together well enough to maintain an air of friendliness. She excused herself to go to the restroom. I stopped her and wiped the cum from her face before she left the table. My cock was barely flaccid enough to get it put away but I did so. The show was over. I wondered what a performer does with one’s audience, after a sex show.
I asked one of the guys to call the waitress over and I ordered 3 pitchers of beer and some bar food to share. Annie returned about the time the beer got to the table. She was fighting embarrassment but, after a few minutes, she was fine and joined in on the conversation.
After an hour or so, we left and went back to our room. She was feeling a need to be satisfied. I fucked her until she came. I wanted her to enjoy an orgasm after what she did for me. Then, I filled her with my second load of the day. She was well satisfied and we slept that night contented.
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After I finished sharing the details of that day, I realized that I had a raging hard on. I looked around at everyone. They were looking at me as if I’d jacked off in front of them, wide eyed with shocked expressions. I looked down to see that precum caused a wet spot. I looked at Dr. James and asked, “Did I say too much?” She looked up from studying my crotch. I couldn’t avoid getting an erection while sharing my story. She answered, “Er. Uh. Hmmm. Well, it was a very clear description of events and we all appreciate your candor.”
The consensus of the group was that, clearly, I should return the following week. They would need to know about any other examples of sexual behavior that may be concerning. One woman suggested that they set aside a portion of time at next week’s meeting specifically, to hear and discuss what I might share with them. They were all anxious to hear more to further evaluate my need for group therapy.
Before I left that night, 4 women and 1 guy slipped me their telephone numbers. I don’t know if I need to be a regular but, I was sure that I was very popular with that crowd. Nice people.
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This is a fictional story written for the purpose of having adult fun. It is not intended to discourage therapy if it would be beneficial to you.
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