K on the beach

I woke up expecting to find K next me, but found only a pillow between my legs. I rolled over onto my back, my morning hard-on flopping against my belly. “K!” I shouted, rubbing my eyes. The sexy fucker walked in, though I was sorry to see he was wearing swim trunks. I wanted to see his cute round ass. “O Mark”, he smiled, looking at my pulsing cock, “you're incorrigible”. I stroked it seductively, pulling the foreskin off the precum lubed head. He pulled the window blind open, flooding the room with sunlight. I squinted, shielding my eyes. “It's beach weather”, he declared,

I sleepily stood up and walked into the bathroom, turning the taps in the shower. I was still so horny, and stood in front of the mirror stroking my cock. I thought I looked pretty good. Damn, I'd fuck me, I thought laughing to myself. I stepped into the warm spray of the shower. My soapy hand was slippery on my cock.

I was still hard, and I started thinking about K's hot little boypussy. How i'd fucked him hard the night before. He'd cooked up fettucini carbonara. I had a hard-on the whole time thinking about making his bacon. When he was clearing the dishes, I grabbed him, bending him over the table. I unbuckled his belt, unbottoned his jeans, and hauled them down. I was so turned on by the thought of fucking his tight black ass. I fucked him on the table. Practically raped that boy.

I was stroking my soapy cock, thinking about fucking K's tight little ass. I soaped a finger and reached behind me to push it in my tight boytwat, a ripple of pleasure making me shiver as I fingered my fuckhole. I luved jacking my cock, and fingerfucking my manhole. Thinking about K's hot black body. I gasped as I busted my nut, a wad of thick cum plastering the wall of the shower, and then another and another.

I finished my shower, then dressed. K and I walked shirtless to the bus stop. Apparently there's a bus to Laguna Beach. We got on.

I asked K if he would put on my sunblock. I felt the cold drizzle of the lotion on my back, and then K was spreading the lotion over my back, working it into my skin. I turned around, and he squirted a load on my chest. It reminded me of when he seeded himself on my belly, only then it was hot and now it was cold. He started smearing the cream over my chest and belly, and I shuddered as his fingers scraped against my nipples. He noticed, and started twisting them, tormenting me. It was getting me rock hard. My cock was snaking down the leg of my shorts, and K pulled the leg of my shorts up, exposing my meat. I was leaking precum, my cockhead was wet and dripping like a leaky hose. K bent down to lick a nipple. I shivered, and my cock spurted more precum. His hand wrapped around my slippery boyshaft, stroking it slowly. I almost choked watching his black hand wrapped around my white cock.

A cute black guy in a hoodie and loose shorts, his legs wide open, sat opposite us. I winked at him as K suckled my nipple and stroked my cock snaked down my trunks. The black twink rubbed his crotch – I knew he was jerking his manmeat. Damn, I wanted to see his fat black sausage. He was definitely jacking himself. I could see the shape of his cock in his shorts as he grabbed it and stroked it.

Finally he pulled out his fat uncut cock, the head glistening and slippery with precum. big black meat. He pulled back his fleshy foreskin, his bulbous head slick with boyjuice. He came across to me, and straddled my thigh, rubbing his meat across my thigh. We kissed, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. He fucked my thigh, his black sausage leaking cum and sliding a slippery path along my leg. I put my palm over top of his cock, so it slid between my hand and my thigh. His body jerked, and I felt his boyseed spurting under my palm. The black fucker sprayed his juice along me thigh. I took my hand and licked it clean. He was such a hot kisser, luved his tongue in my mouth.

I took his jizz-drizzled cock in my mouth, pulling his tasty foreskin back, and licked his cockhead clean. He shuddered and shook as I tongued his sensitive glans.

“This is our stop!”, K shouted, and I pulled myself off the hot twink and hopped off the bus. Laguna Beach. Both of us were obscene, our cocks tenting our swimshorts. All I could think about was sex on the beach. We walked down to the sea – K's ass looked so hot, sashaying in his shorts.

We set up a site on the beach, and then I ran into the sea, K after me. My cock hard and loose in my shorts. We were about waist deep in the ocean. I pulled down his shorts. His mouth formed an O as the sea flooded around his bobbing hard cock. I dropped to my knees and took his black fuckpole into my mouth. K grabbed my hair and pulled my face into his pubes, forcing his cock deep down my throat. I loved my face in his pubic hair, smelling his maleness. Getting choked by his big cock. I slid a finger along his crack, finding his boypussy. I circled his hole, making him squirm, then pushed inside him, where I wanted to be.

I stood up and turned K around, pushing my cock against his hole. I forced myself in, wanting to rape his boypussy hard. I started slamming him, I luved being inside his velvety boyhole.

I felt K's cock swell, and then he was shooting, his seed lost in the spume and the foam of the Pacific. His body quaked as I slammed his hole from behind, and with his ass spasming around my cock I knew I'd join him soon. I pulled my cock almost out of him, then dove in deep, and as I hit rock bottom I gasped, and my balls were firing my seed deep inside his sexy body. I shuddered, cumming inside him, until I pulled out of him, and fell into the surf. I spun around naked in the breakers, then pulled up my shorts. I stood and hugged K, kissing him deep, then stumbled back on the beach. We lay down on the hot sand, and I fell asleep with my head on his chest.