I’m horny as fuck and there’s all this damn manliness strutting, posing, sunbathing, sweating and hardening on this strip of sand and what’s a bear to do? I tried ignoring ‘em, just lay here and mind my own damn business. But I mean, fuck! Look at that guy. The one with the blue speedo. He’s been showing his ass to everyone on this beach, but so far anyone that approaches him only gets snubbed and sorry. Fuckin’ cocktease.I tried to ignore the hunk with his wife and baby whose got his blonde hairy chest stickin’ out for the sun to burn. The one whose balls keep slippin’ down out of his shorts. For a while, I tried standin’ neck-deep in the water, just where I could see that beautiful hairy ballsac, touchin’ myself just out of sheer mad fuck-me horniness. But finally, the wife wised up and adjusted his shorts. Fuckin’ jealous bitch.
Face it, the beach is no place to try to get laid. It’s too fuckin’ public and there’s too many cockteases and straight men around.
What’s a horny bear to do?
Obviously, I’m gonna need to make a break for the willowy dunes behind the beach and whack one off real quick so I can get on with my sun worship.
The sand is hot on my bare feet, but I finally make it to the dunes. I climb up one side and am just heading down the other when I practically trip over a guy. He’s layin’ out on a large blanket, in a kind of big bowl in the dunes, completely out of view of anyone else.
“Shit,” I say, trying to avoid stepping on him. “Sorry, dude, I didn’t see ya.”
The guy puts a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes. My eyes automatically go to the hair in his armpit, thick and straight and greying-black.
“That’s all right,” he says. “I saw you.”
That kinda stops me. I look into his face to see if I can read its meaning. The guy’s maybe fifty, fifty-one. He’s got straight black and grey hair that falls towards his eyes thickly. A thick bushy mustache moves from his upper lip down the side of his cheeks to his jawline. He has a tuft of grey hair beneath his lower lip. His chest is fuckin’ hairy and barreled and he has a paunch that’s covered in grey and black hair. I haven’t seen a guy this hairy in a long time.
His face is playin’ poker with me.
“What do you mean, you saw me?” I ask. My dick is throbbin’ inside my swimtrunks, but I’m tryin’ to just ignore it for now. But you know cocks. Eventually here I’m gonna have to adjust it.
“I saw you earlier,” the guy says, “looking at that guy with ball dangle.”
Ball dangle. Never heard that one before.
“No crime against lookin’,” I say. Adjust. Adjust.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, lookin’ right at my package. “I was hopin’ you’d be coming up over that dune.”
He’s layin’ flat on his back and he puts his feet down and lifts his hips. He slides his trunks down off his hips and down his legs. His cock is nice, almost fully hard and really really thick. Like one of those thick cocks with the small heads that are real fun to gag on? His ballsac is hairier than the rest of him, if you can believe it. I mean, look at this guy. Shit.
“What did you have in mind, partner?” I ask, laughin’.
He smiles, pats the blanket next to him. He reaches over to his beach bag and turns the contents of the bag out onto the blanket: suntan lotion, flipflops, car keys, lube and about eighty condoms. “You’ll think of something,” he says.
He sits up and pulls at the waist of my swimtrunks. My cock flies out of my swimtrunks like it’s never had it this good and I kick my legs free and kneel on the blanket.
“Oh, son,” the man says. “I think daddy’s gonna need fucked today.”
He turns over on the blanket and puts his ass in my face. It is so hairy and beautiful and round and fuckin’ hairy. And the hair slopes down off the triangle at the base of his back and swirls around and around his ass crack and sweeps down his legs and at this point my cock is sayin’ “What the fuck are you waitin’ for?”
And so, what’s a man to do?
I reach for a condom and slide it on. My cock is practically barking, throbbing and rubbing against this hot older guy’s ass cheeks. I dribble some lube down onto his pucker.
“Plow me, boy,” the guys says. “Dig it in deep.”
So I dig it in.
His tight asshole resists at first. I can get maybe half my cockhead in. He’s groaning and I notice he’s placed his face onto the blanket and his eyes are closed. “Aww,” he says. “Yeah, boy. Wait a moment. Let daddy catch up.”
I wait. My cock doesn’t want to. It’s about to split that fuckin’ condom in two and tear this guy’s asshole apart, but I wait. After a few seconds, I feel his asshole relax and my cock begins sliding in. The feeling. Oh fuck. The feeling of my hard veiny cock digging deeper and deeper into this hairy older guys’ hot tight slick hole is so good.
“Fuck, yeah,” the man says. “Do me. Do me now.”
And I pull back and feel the tight clench down every inch of my cock and I plunge deep in.
“OOhhh!” he says when I’m all the way in. “Fuck me.”
My hand goes to the center of his back and my fingers entwine in the hair there and he’s groaning into the blanket and crying out for me to fuck him. So I fuck him. I fuck him good. This bear’s gonna fuck this daddy until his whole family feels it.
“Gonna make you scream,” I growl.
“Yeah, boy,” the guy says, “Make me scream. Fuck me.”
And my hips are jabbin’ against his round ass and my balls are slap slap slapping against the cheeks and my cock is feeling so tightly squeezed and liquid happy and the sun is beating down on us both and I don’t even notice the guy standin’ over us on top of the dune.
“Fuck!” I say, stopping still.
“Don’t stop,” the guy I’m fuckin’ groans.
The man on the dune is fully dressed. He’s smoking a cigar. He’s wearing sunglasses, tan pants with a stripe up the side. And a badge on his shirt.
We’re fucked.
I’m expecting my cock to soften, but it’s still hard as stone and, for the life of me, I can’t help it, but I’m still rockin’ my hips a little bit. In and out. In and out. I’m starin’ at this cop who isn’t moving. Just watching us. His hand slowly begins moving to the side until it rests on his gun.
The cop takes a few steps toward us. “What have we here?” he says in the meanest fucker voice I can imagine.
“Fuck!” I say again. But it’s more ‘cause I really need to keep moving. I’m sorry to say it, but the feeling of this older guys hot tight ass clenching my slicked up and ready cock is too much for me and since I’m going to jail, might as well get a good fuck out of it.
And so, what the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound.
“Jesus,” my guy says, ‘cause he’s finally looked up and seen the cop, but by this point it’s too late. I thrust deep. “Aww,” the guy says. I pull out slow.
The cop stops moving forward. He’s pulling the cigar out of his mouth. I can smell the tang of it in the air. I pull my hips back and thrust deep again. “Fuck,” the man groans.
The cop unbuckles his belt.
I pull back and grab the guy’s hips with both hands and fuckin’ thrust harder than a man ever has and the guy screams out with pleasure and pain. The cop has his zipper down and is moving toward the guy.
I reach down and pull the guy up by the hair. He’s got that unfocused sex look on his face, but he sees what the cop’s wanting and he wants it too. The cop flops out the biggest motherfuckin’ hardon and a ballsac the size of Texas. God, this cop is one twisted ass hot lookin’ guy. The cop says nothing. He doesn’t have to.
I thrust deep into the older guy’s ass as he opens his mouth wide. The cop grabs the guy by the hair and thrusts his hard cock deep down the guy’s throat. “Mmmff,” is all the guy can say.
I start up my rhythm again. Thrusting deep into the older guy’s ass while the cop begins movin’ his hips in a kind of circular motion that ends with a hard thrust into the poor guy’s mouth.
I’m fuckin’ the daddy’s ass deep and the cop is fuckin’ his face hard and I reach my hand up and I can feel the cop’s hard abs underneath his shirt and I’m a little jealous I’m not suckin’ him off ‘cause he is one fuckin’ hot cop. I thrust hard and the cop thrusts hard and the guy is gagging and moaning and his body is getting used from both sides and the cop bends from the waist and takes the cigar out of his mouth and kisses me.
My mouth opens for this guy’s tongue invasion, because he’s obviously in charge here and the taste of the cigar on his breath drives me fuckin’ wild and I start really rammin’ this guy’s ass now.
In and out and in and the tight and the hot and I feel my balls rising up and full of cum about to explode and the cop is groaning now, facefucking the guy who god knows how he can breathe. Fuckin’ and fuckin’ until I know I’m gonna pop. The cop pulls back and it’s obvious he’s getting close too.
“Aw, fuck!” I say and the cum flies up and through my cock and fills the sheath and I feel the guy’s asshole twitching and tightening as my cock drains and the cop suddenly breathes in sharp and slams his groin into the guy’s face and the guy’s swallowing and swallowing the cop’s jizz as fast as he can. And cum is dripping down the older guy’s mustache, down his chin and neck.
The blanket’s a mess. Cum and lube and sweat all over. And I’m breathing hard, my hand on this guy’s back and the cop is standing there with his semi-hard dick still dripping with cum.
“Look, officer–” I start to say.
The cop makes a gesture with his cigar and I shut up. The older guy sits on the blanket, sheepishly wiping the cum from his chin.
“Don’t worry,” the cop says. “We’re off duty.”
He smiles, his teeth clamped down on the cigar. The older guy looks up at me.
“We?” I say.
“Yeah,” the cop says. “Didn’t Phil tell ya?”
The older guy points to the contents of his beach bag in a pile on the blanket. There, amongst the other stuff, is the badge I missed the first time.
Hot beach. Hot bear. Two hot cops.
Ya gotta love summer.
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