Releasing the Beast

Warm breezes, azure skies, and radiant sunlight – some of the highlights of a dream vacation, not to mention temporarily leaving the stress of everyday life behind. A vacation typically entails getting to experience something new and immersing yourself in a completely different environment. For me it means exploring a sexual liberation and inner persona that I have never known.

My name is Trent Seever. My most important traits are that I am 24 years old, African-American, 6’3”, shaved head, light hair trailing down my body, and a medium muscular build from jogging everyday. I am currently an intern for a law firm in Virginia doing not much more than low-level grunt work. Occasionally I am shown how to handle civil cases as a working lawyer. The pay is good, but I am eager to work my way up the ladder to my dream job as a lawyer defending clients mainly in copyright infringement suits.

The law firm sends me to Tampa for a special case worth millions of dollars. I especially cherish this opportunity as I have simply not had the money to travel in a long time. After four long days of meetings, presentations, and grunt work (as usual) I am ready to relax and enjoy the sunny atmosphere of Florida. I have four more days to enjoy Tampa and I am determined to release the sexual beast within me.

Day One

I sleep in late as I rarely allow myself any spontaneity. I decide for the first day, at least, that I would prefer not to hang out with any colleagues from the firm – I want today all to myself. I get up, work out at the hotel’s fitness room, and hit the showers shortly after. After breakfast, lying out in the sun seems like the thing to do since I want the previous days’ stress to float away.

I throw on my favorite pair of swimming trunks (the baby blue ones that touch the top of my knees and show off my refined calf muscles built from running each morning), grab a towel, and head for the beach. As I am walking down the crowded shore, enjoying the warm sand between my toes and the refreshing scent of the transparent blue water, I feel like an exhibitionist showing off my well-toned ass which is perfectly indicated within my tight swimming trunks. I pick a spot, take off my gray t-shirt, and soak up some sun for about an hour.
By this time I am starting to sweat all over my body and figure it’s time to take a dip in the water. Walking towards the shoreline, I see this handsome Latino in tight, yellow trunks (which travel halfway down his thighs) catching some waves on his surfboard. He appears to be in his early to mid twenty’s and in optimal swimmer’s shape. As he is maintaining his balance all of his muscles are flexing – from his sculpted pecks all the way down to his rippling thighs. Damn! His body is immaculately polished – tight pecks, flat belly with well-toned abs, and a firm, supple ass!! Most notable is the “V” leading down from his abs and directing my eyes toward the treasure inside those trunks.

Before I realize it my mouth is hanging wide open and actually watering while I am viewing this stud soaring along the surface of the ocean. He seems to be in complete control of the water with a sheer effortlessness. In the middle of my trance he makes direct eye contact with me, not fumbling one bit with maneuvering the surfboard. For a moment I forget that any other person is on the beach besides the legendary god that stands before me. I hear nothing. I view nothing but HIM. reality brings me back to earth as I finally realize that he notices me staring and he replies to my attraction with a cute, friendly smile. The corners of his lips turn up and his pearly whites shine brightly. Trembling with nerves I quickly look away and my heart starts to beat rapidly. I’m embarrassed that I got caught staring but flattered that my admiration was returned.

I muster the courage to look at him again and it turns out he is still looking at me. However, he has an inquisitive look on his face, probably wondering about my awkwardness. My latin fantasy returns to catching the waves. Butterflies flitter around my stomach as more questions plague my mind – “Could this be the start of something? What is it going to take to get inside those trunks?” Trying my best to shake off the tension I jump into the sparkling blue ocean and swim around nonchalantly as I do not want him to catch on to my timidity.
Twenty or so minutes pass as I am enjoying my exercise in the warm water. Relief is slowly pouring into me as my nerves slowly subside. I am enjoying the warm water covering my body when, out of the corner of my eye, I see the Latino suddenly approaching me on his surfboard. I don’t swim away quick enough which results in a T-bone collision between me and his surfboard. He falls face first into the ocean as the wind is instantly knocked out of me. I stagger to my towel trying to mask the pain as the crowd is watching in shock. After I sit down and turn around I see him walking towards me with his surfboard.

I could barely process this moment of humiliation. I can only attempt to interpret indistinct sounds coming from the Latino approaching me as I am desperately trying to catch my breath. Soon enough I could finally understand the words coming out of his mouth.
“Are you okay, amigo?” he asked in a smooth Hispanic accent. I nodded my head, not even lifting my head up from shame, and uttered, “Yeah”. Meanwhile the crowd gradually goes back to enjoying the beach. He sits down beside me as I regain my composure. He rubs his hand down the length of my back which sends a comforting – and quite erotic – chill down my spine.
A few more moments pass when I nervously admit, “Sorry, I didn’t…” I lose my train of thought as my eyes initially meet his – up, close, and personal. Those dreamy almond-brown eyes seem to shimmer as he is squinting from the bright sunlight. His concern is also apparent as his eyebrows are holding much tension, making him even more handsome. I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of his face. A thin mustache sits on top of his soft, sensual lips that I want to press mine into. Smooth olive-toned skin covers the length of his chiseled bone structure.

As I am cast into another spell while viewing his swimmer’s build from the neck down he breaks me out of another daze, asking, “Huh… you were saying…?” I clear my throat and reply, “Oh yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t see you coming.”
He looks into my eyes and says, “Don’t worry about it. As long as you’re alright.”
“You were lookin’ good out there though.”
“Thanks.”

Another awkward silence passes as my eyes indulge in the rest of his body. A close-up view of his toned pecks, perfectly sized nipples, moderately muscular arms and washboard abs makes my lips part and heartbeat flutter. Before I realize it my mouth is watering again. I lose my breath when I find what I’ve been looking for the whole time. I catch a front-row view of the V leading from his flat belly to his stiff cock, trapped in his banana yellow swimsuit. My cock begins to press against the inside of my trunks. Oh man, how I wanted to run my lips up and down his shaft!
“By the way…,” he says. I return my staring back to his breath-taking eyes. “My name is Diego.”
Nervously, I reply, “Trent” and extend my hand to shake his.
“Never seen you around here. Are you new in town?”
“I was originally here on business, but now I am enjoying Tampa until my flight leaves in a couple of days. You know Tampa well at all?”
“Yeah. I’ve lived here for about ten years since my dad’s work relocated our family.”
“How do you like it here?”
“It took some getting used to but I love it now.”

I gradually become calm as we are making small talk. “What would you suggest to do around here?”
“There’s plenty of nightlife that should keep you entertained.” He continued, “Actually I’d love to show you around.” He chuckled, “It’s the least I could do for you after our little collision.”
Chuckling myself I said, “Ah, you don’t owe me anything, man. It was my fault anyway.”
“Oh no, amigo, I insist,” Diego said with the most honest and sexiest sincerity.
“Alright… you wanna grab a drink tonight because I am long overdue after four straight days of work!”
“Sounds great. How about I pick you up around eight o’ clock?”
“It’s a da… err… that sounds good, I’ll see you then.”

After I tell him what hotel I’m staying at we say goodbye for the time being. I get back to my hotel room and become very anxious about tonight. It has been a long time since I’ve encountered anyone, man or woman, that sparks a fire in me like Diego does. His suave voice, tight body, and genuine, outgoing character all ignite something special in me that bring my mind, body, and spirit to life.

As I am in the shower the earlier events are continuously replaying in my mind. The butterflies return to my stomach and my head feels light as a feather as all the blood in my body rushes to my dick once again. My cock becomes rock hard and lightly taps my thighs as it hangs low and swings from side to side like a pendulum. I lightly stroke my shaft as my sexual thirst is intensifying by the moment. Lustful ardor is tempting me to jack off right now but I fight the urge as I remember – I may need a fresh load tonight. I quickly exit the shower as I want to save it all for tonight’s rendezvous.

I call room service to order a late lunch after my shower to hold off the hormones consuming my body. As I prepare for tonight, I try to put my nerves in check as I fear they could ruin a potential once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to release the sexual beast within me. In the middle of brushing my teeth I hear a knock at the door and my heart starts to pound. I take a deep breath and answer the door.

It is only one of my colleagues from a room down the hallway inviting me to hit up a club with some others from the firm. My heart instantly comes at ease and I decline by making up some story about seeing the nightlife by myself in an attempt to just “get away” for tonight. After he leaves I finish brushing my teeth, put on a nice fitted red t-shirt to show off my chest and tight jeans to showcase my butt once again, and head down to the lobby.

As I sit on a couch staring into space, I drift into random thought again about tonight. My manhood begins to throb once again and presses at the inside of my jeans. I even feel pre-cum oozing out of my head as I fantasize about getting down and dirty with Diego, my wet dream – which will hopefully become a reality. Saliva begins to flood my mouth as I imagine his dick fucking my face, penetrating my asshole, and spewing warm cum all over my body. I bite my lips at the thought of his hard naked body grinding up against mine.

Suddenly I am drawn out of my fantasy when I hear, “Hi, Trent.”

I look up and reply, “Hey, Diego. How are you?” I revel in the beautiful view – his tight bright blue shirt doing nothing to conceal his erect nipples. His long flat torso leads to his dark blue jeans barely hiding a moderate bulge.
“Doing well, amigo, now how about that drink?”
“Ha, you don’t have to tell me twice! Let’s get out of here.”

Diego leads me out to his silver Mustang, finely polished just like his body. It is amazing how his presence puts me at ease. I am becoming very fond of his charm AND smooth sexuality. The whole car ride I steal every glance I can of his persistent bulge. He asks, “So Trevor, what business did you come down to Tampa for?”
“I am an intern at a law firm in Virginia. We had an important case with an actor based in Tampa this week. What about you?”
“I own a public swimming pool which I manage myself.”
“… Which explains your great physique.”

With a smug grin he eyes my body down and replies, “Thanks. You look like no stranger to the gym yourself. How do you clean up so well?”
“I mainly jog and occasionally lift weights.”
“Well it does wonders for you, amigo.”

We both are staring at one another longingly when Diego says we have finally arrived at one of his favorite bars. The atmosphere inside is very casual. Easy-listening music is playing just at the right volume – not so loud that you have to literally yell to speak to the person next to you. And also no worries about choking on secondhand smoke. Diego orders our drinks – for me, a long island iced tea; for him, jack and coke. Our conversation shifts to our daily lives and what we do for fun outside of our work.
I tell him, “I’m really into just having fun, meeting people, and opening myself to different cultures. You?”
“My favorite thing to do is walk along the beach on a nice, warm night like this and clear my head. You wanna go with me to the shore after a few more drinks.”
“I’d love to, man.”

After three more drinks for me and two more for Diego, we walk about three or four blocks towards the shore. The moonlight hitting the water makes it sparkle and softly illuminates the whole beach. The cool, grainy sand between my toes brings back memories from earlier today as the drinks are finally setting in, giving my body that simultaneous feeling of slight numbness and euphoria.
Diego and I find a place to sit where the warm water rushes into our bare feet. For a moment both of us are silent and just take in the sounds of the waves crashing and the view of the beautiful shoreline. I take a deep breath and breathe in the warm, slightly humid air. I lie on my back and put my hands behind my head, enjoying the clear black-violet sky punctuated with shiny stars.
I am caught off guard when Diego rests his hand on my left thigh, just inches way from my cock. He then starts to gently massage my thigh, making my cock spring to life again. Our eyes lock onto one another again and I act on our attraction this time. I rise up from the sand and move my face toward his. Within seconds our lips finally meet. My eyes close as I savor this long-awaited moment. As our lips rub against one another Diego slips me his tongue. I am further intoxicated by the jack and coke in his mouth. I grab the back of his head and push his lips harder into mine.

His hands start to explore my body. My breathing speeds up as we start to get hot and heavy. Diego pushes me onto my back again in one swift but gentle movement. A few more minutes pass when he shortly pulls away from our embrace and says, “I’ve wanted you so badly since the very first time I saw you.”
“I’ve felt the exact same way,” I reply, and return to passionately kissing him. He starts pulling off my shirt and lays soft, wet kisses trailing towards my pecks. Diego sensually circles each of my nipples with his tongue over and over again until they are covered in his spit and glistening in the moonlight. He returns to our lip lock.

As his body is rubbing against mine I feel his rock hard dick rubbing up against mine. He starts to dry hump me when my hands do a little exploration of their own and grope his bubble butt. Diego elicits a moan as I fervently grab his ass. I interrupt our kiss, saying, “Why don’t we make ourselves a little more comfortable and get rid of these constricting clothes?”
“That’s a good idea, amigo,” he replies with a smug grin. He stands up and pulls off his shirt, revealing his perfect upper body in the soft moonlight. He unzips his pants and lets them fall into the sand. Diego then kicks them aside, now just standing before me in a cherry thong. The wet spot of pre-cum in the center indicates his urge to continue what we had started. He lies on top of me again and kisses me more passionately than ever.

Our make out resumes as my right hand rubs the light hair on the top of his head. I push his head further into mine wanting to taste his tongue even more. I slowly run my hand down his back until I reach his ass. I feel every inch of his smooth ass while our cocks continue to rub against one another, only restricted by my jeans and his thong. My middle finger is running up and down the very thin strand that is preventing me from probing his asshole.
Diego then instinctively takes his right hand and moves the fabric out of my way. I briefly retreat from our make out session to spit on my finger and then run circles with it around his hole. Diego’s body begins to shudder. He lets out another moan and starts to dry hump me even faster. I push my finger in inch by inch until his breathing picks up. I start fucking him with my finger. His sphincter starts to tighten as I work up a rhythm with my middle finger. I stop for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his warm, moist hole. I then wiggle my finger in the depths of his asshole and Diego throws his head back and yells, “Oh FUCK!!!” Before he can relax again I start to fuck him with both my middle and index finger.