Drifting

I was having sex again. The sun had just set behind the dunes, sending a cool blue light over the beach. The man had dropped his denim shorts exposing a very nice, uncut dick. It was at least 8 inches. The rosy mushroom head revealed itself as I pulled back the generous foreskin. A drop of pre-cum on the tip glinted in the last of the daylight. On my knees again. I looked up at the man. He was average height, nothing special, except for the fierce tribal tattoo that grew out of his pubic hair and spread across his belly like barbed-wire wings. He had shaved his head but not his face, so the dark stubble on his cheeks contrasted with his shiny skull. Very rough trade. 

Earlier, he sat next to me at the dockside bar as the Tea Dance wound down. I was nursing a Corona as he slipped a new one in front of me. He began his pitch as I squeezed the lime into the neck of the bottle. The D.J. played “Last Dance”.

“This is my last chance, for love...”

Back in the city I would not have looked at him twice, but there is something about Fire Island...shirtless men, biceps and abs...that I can’t resist. He put his arm around my waist, and started talking dirty in my ear. I can’t remember exactly what he said, but his hot beery breath on my neck made me tremble. I glanced down to his crotch and saw an exceptionally substantial bulge straining to get out of the faded blue fabric. The man guzzled the last of his beer and we left the bar, walking down the boards to the brambles.

So there I was. Dropping down in front of him, I pulled his hips towards me. I sucked his still soft penis into my mouth. I held it there for several seconds, inhaling the salty scent of his pubic hairs in my nose. It stirred and grew inside me, and I felt it’s hot crown pushing insistently on the back of my throat. He grabbed my head firmly in his big hands. The sound of the surf was muffled as he cuffed my ears with his palms and pulled my head further onto his big cock. 

“Oh, man, yeah! Suck my cock, baby...Take my piece of meat! You got such a pretty face, I wanna fill it up with my fucking cum...”

The breeze picked up, wafting through the soft dune grass and blowing sand into my eyes. I started to cry. The man didn’t notice my tears, driving his dick into my face faster and more violently as he came closer to orgasm. He forced me back into the dune and sat across my chest, grunting like a bull and thrusting his throbbing slab of meat into my mouth. 

“Fuckin’ shit, you're a goddam great cocksucker! Take it, dude, take it deep in that sweet little mouth!”

I could feel the abrasive sand drifting into my face, my salty tears streaked across my sunburned cheeks. I realized, as the man shot his fiery load of thick cum into my throat, that my tears were not from the sand but from desperation. He pulled himself off me, and I swallowed hard. 

I walked quietly through the iridescent gloom of early evening, back to the house, wiping the cum and tears from my face. Joey was sitting on the couch, reading his fitness magazine. Such a health nut. Nothing passes his lip that isn’t whole grain, organic or vegetarian. I thought to myself, he would have trouble justifying the substantial shot of animal protein I had just ingested! Still, he looked great. His diet and exercise were certainly working for him. He looked up at me as I stumbled up the stairs. He didn’t approve of me, I could tell. He probably regretted renting me the quarter share in his house this season. I hooked up with him through an ad he placed in one of those gay magazines you see at the door of every queer bar in New York. We couldn’t be more opposite. He is serious, I am frivolous. He is pale, lean and muscular, covered in a soft coat of black hair that swirls across his creamy white chest and continues down his abs and under his waistband. I am blonde and slim, my sun-kissed skin tanned to a deep gold. I had not seen his cock, but his trunks were noticeably full. His clean-cut good looks came right out of one of his magazines. Health, sobriety and vigor. His life partner had died in a car accident a year ago, and this retreat at the beach was his solace. He was not into the bar scene.

I went into my room and took a shower. I was going to party with friends later, and had to pull myself together. I didn’t understand my little crying episode, and wanted to shake off the melancholy feelings. I needed to have some fun! Maybe I’ll meet a hot guy and...Who knows? I toweled off and picked out an outfit for tonight. A black A-shirt and black D&G jeans. I have good arms, might as well show them to their best advantage. And nothing calls attention to my tight buns like those jeans.

Joey was puttering around in the kitchen. Probably another lonely veggie dinner in front of the TV. I often wondered why he came out to Fire Island, paid the outrageous rental fee, only to sit around the house. Joey glanced in at me as I dressed. He watched as I pulled on my white cotton briefs, covering the pale milky patch around my crotch. My cock and balls glowed in the incandescent light, contrasted against the golden tan of my body on the only spot that didn’t see the light of the sun. I flexed in the mirror, knowing Joey could see me. I felt his eyes watching me as I slipped the black tank over my tousled blonde head. It was tight, and clung to the contour of my popping pectorals. As I left the house, I jokingly told him not to wait up.

The Belvedere Hotel was sold out. It was the last big weekend before the end of the season. Everyone was having house parties that spilled out onto the boardwalks, and continued into the bars and restaurants of Cherry Grove and the Pines. Every hot man from miles around had come over on the ferries (day-trippers), and now mingled with the islanders. It promised to be a really hedonistic night, and I had a bottle of poppers with me. I was having trouble shaking off the sadness, the knot in my gut, but I felt sure that a few drinks would soon have me singing. I decided on Pina Coladas, a house specialty at Cherries in the Grove. My friends flitted around me at the bar like flies, but I hardly noticed them. I was watching a guy sitting alone at a table near the door. He had a couple empty shot glasses and a beer on the table in front of him. He looked around the bar like he was searching for something or someone. I hoped it was me he would find!

I walked over to him; I’m anything but shy. He looked up at me as I stood shamelessly next to his table at the doorway to the restrooms. I turned to face him and rubbed my chest. He picked up his beer and took several long gulps. Setting the glass mug back on the table, he motioned for me to have a seat. 

“Hey, siddown and have a drink with me. What can I get you?”

I looked closely at the stranger. He was tall, almost six-five, with a very dark, olive complexion. His hair was parted in the middle, and cascaded in ringlets around his ears. He had an attractive, angular face and a square jaw with a clef chin. His shoulders were broad, and filled out his tight white tee shirt to bursting. I could see the muscles ripple on his neck as he flexed his arms and pulled his glass to his mouth. His upper arms were the size of my legs. Popping out from the right sleeve was a tattoo, crossed flags. One Italian, the other USA. He wore boxer-style trunks on his massive thighs, his legs covered in dark curly hairs. He got up to buy us a round, and I watched his broad shoulders flex as he swaggered to the bar. He exuded masculinity. His testosterone was like cologne, I was sure everyone in the room could smell his intoxicating aura. He returned to the table with a grin on his handsome face.

“My name’s Rick. You with anybody?”

We were shouting at each other over the throbbing beat of “Yes!” by Amber, the official anthem of the Island that summer. The words were accurately expressing my feelings as I gazed at the perfect stranger, Rick.

“I’m Jed. Short for Jedediah. But you can call me anything you fucking want except Clampett!”

Rick smirked at me, showing large white teeth behind his full, dark lips. I felt my dick stirring in my jeans. This was one hot man! He pulled his beer to his mouth, and drank heavily from the glass. I felt his stare as he swallowed. He shouted something to me, but I couldn’t hear it over Amber’s lyrics: 

“I put my arms around him, Yes!”

Rick glanced towards the door. His body language told me he was ready to leave. He shouted across the table.

“Let’s get out of here, I wanna talk to you!”

We stood and headed towards the exit. My group of friends back at the bar were cackling like a brood of chickens as they watched me leave with the stunning hunk. Rick put one large hand on the nape of my neck as we walked out into the sultry night air. We stayed on the bay walk, where the moist breeze was refreshing after the heat of the day. I wasn’t sure where we were walking, or where our path would lead that night, but I was pretty sure it would end with his dick up my ass.

“You're so fuckin'’ hot. You got a place to go, Jed? I’m only over for the day, I ain’t got a place of my own. I really wanna be with you tonight, baby!”

I thought, maybe this is the guy. Maybe he’ll make that knot in my gut go away. Maybe he can stop this loneliness I feel, even when I’m in a horde of people. I looked up at him, searching his features for an answer. I couldn’t read any message there beyond lust and carnal desire. He was grinning, sexually potent, threatening. His stunning features were exquisite but his expression vacant. Was there anyone behind the spectacular looks? Rick stopped walking and took me in his arms. He was strong and adamant, slipping his hands into the waist of my jeans and clutching my ass in his rough grasp. He pulled me up to his face and kissed me deeply. His hot tongue pressed against my lips and slipped into my mouth. My jaw was still a little sore from the face-fuck I got earlier that day. I felt aroused, but uneasy. We were a couple lanes away from the house Joey and I shared, so I decided to take Rick home... and take Rick.

We walked up the path to the deck, laughing and hanging on each other. We sure looked like we were having a good time! At least I’m sure that’s what Joey thought as he watched us from the darkness of his bedroom door. Rick continued to fondle me as we staggered to my room, and fell across me onto the bed. I felt his weight forcing me into the mattress. His heavy muscles were like boulders weighing me down, oppressing me. I was not having fun yet. Gotta try harder. Rick pulled my tank up over my head, revealing my smooth chest and torso.

“Mmmmn, Jed, fucking hot body man. You gonna give it up to me? I wanna screw that tight fuckin’ butt of yours. You into gettin’ fucked, Jed? ‘Cause lemme show ya what I’m gonna slip up that cute little ass of yours!”

He had his zipper open, and pulled his dick out of the fly. Rick’s manhood was huge, a fitting complement to his massive body. Eight inches soft, it was quickly growing in size and girth. Richly veined, thickset and angry red, his cock was throbbing to life. I instinctively reached down to grab the awesome tube of flesh, but couldn't encircle its girth with my hand. This fucker was going to hurt like hell, but who cares? He slipped my pants off and turned me over on my stomach. Laying on top of my back, I felt his mighty biceps pressing into my shoulders, Rick’s persistent hips urgently driving his ten-inch rock-hard cock against my ass cheeks. It felt good, and I squirmed beneath him and begged for it.

“Fuck yeah, Rick. I want it now! Bury that big fuckin’ cock in my butt. I need to feel your hot dick inside me.”

That sounded convincing, despite my dark emotional mood.

“You got a condom, babe? It’s time for a shot of big ole Rick up your ass”

I reached across to the nightstand and pulled out my last condom. I was saving it for this weekend, just in case, and it looked like I was going use it. Rick had a couple fingers up my hole, probing and pulling at my rosy pucker. I lay face down, my nose buried in my pillow, as Rick rolled the condom over his potent penis. One hand held me firmly by the head, tugging the crown of flaxen hair like it was a bridle. The other wrapped around my chest and I felt his thick, coarse fingers twisting my nipples. I grabbed the rungs of the headboard and, taking a deep hit from the bottle of poppers, steeled myself for the attack. His breath was hot and damp on my neck as he whispered coarsely in my ear.

“Hey, babe, my goddam hardon is gonna feel real good inside you. I’m gonna fuck you hard and long. You're gonna remember Rick for a long time!”

I felt the gigantic pole slipping between my legs. The poppers made me light-headed, euphoric, and careless. He held his dick by the base and guided it to its target. His other fist still held me by the hair, his bulked-out muscles flexing and contorting on my back as his cock entered my body. The pain was searing, burning me like a fiery poker up the ass. I screamed out, but Rick didn’t stop. He hummed encouragement in my ear as he continued to bury his erection in my soft gut. Deeper and deeper, he continued to bore his shaft further into me as the pain mercifully subsided into a dull throb. The pillow stifled my moans, but as the tears returned I knew this was not going to bring release. The empty feeling was still there, despite the exceptionally large dick that was stuffing my ass.

“Oh, yeah, you really feel my fuckin’ big dick, huh? You like Rick’s big cock up your ass? Yeah, baby, I’m gonna rip that tight little ass open.” 

I held on to the rungs, and felt my pillow getting wet. My moans had subsided into a gentle whimper as I cried softly into the damp fabric. I wasn’t crying from the pain in my ass but the lonely feeling that this, too, was meaningless and empty. I sensed movement in the living room. Joey was there, looking concerned, unsure if he should intervene or leave me to my exquisite torture. In my sexual haze, he looked sweet and angelic. 

I inhaled deeply from the poppers as Rick rode me like a bronco. His big arms wrapped under mine and held me firmly, pulling my shoulders back into an arch against his pecs. His hips drove his cock deeper into me, and he bucked and grunted as he brought himself to orgasm. I gazed out at Joey, sitting nervously on the couch, looking towards my darkened door, listening for a sound, a sign, that I needed his help. In a blur of poppers, I pictured him riding into my room on a white horse, pulling me out from beneath the mighty dragon that held me firmly in it’s talons. Rick was close, and his thrusts became frenzied and forceful. He was completely inserted into my rectum, his wiry pubic hairs rubbing on my tender ass cheeks. He jerked me back aggressively and shouted out.

“Goddam sweet fuckin’ asshole! I’m fuckin’ cumming in your goddam fuckin’ ass! 
Hungh, Hungh...Shit, I’m gonna blow my wad up your butt... I’m cumming NOW!”

He collapsed on top of me, his beautiful, brawny body crushing the air out of me as he jerked in orgasmic release. Rick’s shouts subsided into a raspy whisper, as he shot several loads of his heavy thick cum into the abused condom in my rectum. His head rested between my shoulder blades and I felt his dark, oily ringlets against my neck. Soon, he rolled over on the bed. I sensed his body relax, releasing energy, satisfied. Rick got up and began to dress.

“Great ride, man. I really got off on you, Jed! You're a fuckin’ hot little bottom-boy! You're not gonna be able to forget this ass pounding, huh? Probably the best you'll ever have! I’m gonna hit the road now, I can still catch the last ferry to Sayville tonight. Thanks for the great fuck, man!”

Rick walked out of my room, and to the front door. Joey had disappeared into his room. I reached across the bed and picked up the spent condom. It smelled briny, like the ocean. I tossed it into the air, and it fell back on my chest, spattering Rick’s clotted cum onto my tan skin. I began to sob again. What a dick I was! Or more descriptive, what a fucking asshole!

Joey was moving around in the house again. I saw him walk past my open door, looking into the gloomy darkness for signs of life. I forced myself to stop crying. What was I anyway: an emotional teenage girl, or a man who’s been there, done it all? Getting myself under control, I went out to the bathroom to clean myself up. Joey was in the kitchen. He asked how I was, and I began to sob. Not acknowledging Joey’s question, I entered the bathroom and locked the door. I looked at the pathetic figure in the mirror. My belly hurt, nausea from the poppers and from the immense dick that had invaded and violated my guts. The peptic was in the medicine cabinet next to...the Percaset.

Joey paced the hall, looking at the slit of light coming out from under the bathroom door. He wondered what I was doing, if I was okay. It had been quite a while, no motion, no sound, so Joey decided he was going to ask one more time if I needed anything. No answer came from the small room, just the sound of running water. A check of the handle confirmed that it was locked. Joey hit the door with his fist, pounding urgently.

“Jed, what’s going on? Are you alright in there? Let me in, NOW!”

The sudden realization that I was definitely not okay made Joey desperate to get in the bathroom. Slamming his shoulder squarely on the old wooden panel quickly tore the molding right out of the jam, and the door swung open. He found me on the floor, in a pool of vomit. An empty brown plastic vial still clutched in my hand. The tumbler was smashed, and glittering shards of glass lay across the tiles. I was conscious, and felt Joey’s arms around my waist as he pulled me to my feet. I had thrown up most of the pills, and with Joey’s help purged the rest of them into the sink. He led me into his room, and I sat in the chair by the window. The cool breeze felt good on my face, drying the clammy sweat that covered my brow. I watched the sand drifting across the stone path leading to our house. I shivered at the thought of what I had attempted to do. Joey made coffee, and we sipped our mugs in silence. 

Joey...I woke in the chair. I had dozed off for...how long? I had a fuzzy chenille throw over my shoulders, evidence that someone cared about me. He was in the kitchen. I heard the sound of the juicer, Joey making another of his citrus blends. I smiled to think of him, fussing and puttering around, preparing breakfast for me. He entered the room in just his pajama bottoms, his angular face and tousled black hair visible over the mahogany tray he carried carefully to the side table. His milky-white chest was broad and covered in soft downy fur. I loved that look. He saw I was awake, and brought me a glass of rosy golden juice.

“Pineapple/Mango/Strawberry. It’s good, and sweet, and you’ll like it, so don’t turn up your nose until you’ve tried it!”

I took the glass and our hands touched. He hesitated releasing the glass, and our eyes met. He looked intense, worried. He was trying to be cheerful, but I could tell he was uneasy, as if I would slice my wrists at any second if he turned his back. I was touched by his concern. 

Why had I never noticed his handsome, expressive face? Joey’s full lips looked like they were pouting. His striking features was accented with flawless dimples on each cheek. I wanted to reach out and kiss him. He lay back across his bed, one arm propping up his head and the other holding his glass of juice. Joey studied me like I was on suicide watch, and I guess I was!

“Jed...Jed, what would make you do such a thing? You always seem so strong, so independent. What would drive you to be such a coward?”

He was right. I was a coward. Instead of making my life what I wanted it to be, I allowed others to make my life for me. Only a coward would attempt the ultimate cop-out. I still had some tears left in me, and they began to run down my cheeks. 

“I’m not strong, Joey. I’m weak, and I make bad decisions. I make them all the time! It’s one fucking mistake after another. I just wanted it to end, but I know it was stupid of me to do what I did. You are the strong one, Joey. I don’t know how you can stand to even look at me, I‘m such a miserable loser.”

Joey slowly climbed off the bed and crossing the room, took my head in his hands and held my face to his belly. I felt the warmth of his pearly skin and smelled his fresh, clean scent on the soft black curls that drifted down his stomach. I sobbed quietly in his arms. He lifted me out of the chair and carried me across the room. I remembered my fantasy last night while Rick was abusing my ass. He really was like a shining knight, here to rescue me after all. Joey laid me softly into his bed. I reached out for him, and he pulled me up to meet his lips. We kissed: softly, gently, passionately. I felt exhausted but welcomed Joey‘s gentle touch. He caressed me, stroking my shoulders, my arms, my chest, until I fell blissfully back to sleep. 

In my dream, Joey made love to me. That’s very different than sex. I felt him on me, in me, wrapped around me. He was completing me...we were one in my dream. I sensed him next to me as I awoke from my dream. I opened my eyes to see Joey lying next to me, his sturdy arm under my head, my face cradled in his chest.

“Jed. You gonna get up now? Feeling better? You sure look a lot better! Can I get you anything?”

I smiled up at Joey. How amazing...He was remarkably good-looking. His killer chest tapered down into perfect six-pack abs and a flat stomach. The pajama waistband was down around his knees. He had been touching himself while I was sleeping in his arms. I gulped when I saw what he had been hiding under his pants these last couple months...his cock was long and stood erect from a thick mound of black hair. His perfect balls hung heavily between his thighs. Joey’s hand ran across my chest, and slid down my torso till it reached my aching cock. He grasped it firmly. 

We didn’t need to speak. We both felt the overwhelming sense that we belonged here together, this place in time was ours. He rolled over. I felt his chest heaving as he hovered over me, the warmth of his body on top of mine. I parted my legs and he pulled one upward and hugged it to his chest, pressing his cock against my quivering butt. I was shaking in his arms, trying hard to control myself. I clung to Joey with all of my might. He seemed moved by my obvious feelings for him, and kissed me tenderly. He reached across the bed to the nightstand and pulled a tube of lubricant out of the drawer. I shook with anticipation as he massaged a pearl of gel on my asshole. He pushed his fingers into me to the knuckle, making me moan in anticipation. I felt his finger slide out of my slippery hole, and then the pressure of his rock-hard dick pushing against me. He continued to drive slowly, insistently, against the ring until my butt gave in and his enormous shaft entered my body. He proceeded to push it in further, but I began to pull away.

“C’mon, Jed. Let me have you. I know you need me, too. We’re gonna make it together. I need to be a part of you, and you need to belong to me. It’s my turn!”

I began to relax, and he pushed himself fully into me. I didn’t feel any pain, only the glorious feeling of Joey inside me, every inch of him. I lay under him in amazement. This was different, it felt new. When his wiry pubic hairs reached my stretched butt something released in me, a feeling of warmth overwhelmed me, and I came. Joey laughed, showing those appealing dimples, and hugged me tight as his dick drove slowly in and out of my hole. I squeezed it tightly with my sphincter muscles, and he moaned softly in my ear. I felt him getting close, his breathing was heavy and his thrusts became more urgent. He went deep, moving inside me with passion. His back arched, and torrents of thick cum filled the condom. Joey’s body shook as his essence gushed inside me. His muscles relaxed, and he dropped down on me. I had never been fucked like that! In the past, I always felt violated: an intruder was in my body, a drooling monster up my ass. But with Joey, it was like a completed circle, like he was intended to be there. Joey was an energizing presence deep inside me, meant to stimulate and excite. His cock was not an instrument of domination, but an expression of his soul. Joey held me in his strong arms, with his magnificent body lying across mine. We stayed like that, locked in an embrace, for the rest of the morning.

Early October is a great time to be at the beach. No tourists, even the seasonal regulars have pretty much packed up and moved back into their co-ops in the city. Joey and I were putting the last of the china and other kitchen paraphernalia into boxes for the 6:30 ferry. If we missed that one the next was 8:00, way too late to get car service back to New York. I stood at the counter looking out the window to Joey’s manicured herb garden, the scrub pines at the edge of the deck and the drifting sand of the beach beyond. I carefully wrapped each stemmed glass and placed them into a box. Joey came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. He nuzzled and kissed my neck, sending chills down my spine. I could see our reflection in the windowpanes. How I loved to look at him. Joey’s warm smile and wholesome good looks made me swoon. We looked good together. The perfect couple. Everyone said we were meant for each other, and here in the unreal fantasy of Fire Island it seemed to be true. 
What would happen when we returned to the city? Could I hold on to this man? How long could I count on him to keep me sane and sober? I held tightly to Joey’s arms as we watched gulls swoop and dive in the last of the sun, dropping behind the dunes. It was time to go to the dock...time to go home.