Buddy's Beach Trip
This is an old story that I realised I hadn't released. It was inspired by a picture that came across my Tumblr feed which shows how old it is. It's from the time before Tumblr killed porn.
I'm sitting on the couch at my cousin's beach house. It's the end of the football season and while no one else took up my offer for a team trip to the beach, my mate Andy had decided that shouldn't stop the two of us from getting a bit of sun. We arrived last night and after a couple of beers we had retired to our separate rooms to sleep, weary after a full day's travel.
This morning had been pretty easy, eating a breakfast of last night's cold pizza and laying around the house. We sat on the couch now, each with a beer in our hand, easing our way into the afternoon with some mind-numbing summer TV.
“This is shit!” Andy proclaims.
“I know. She can’t even act!” I move to pick up the remote and find something new to watch.
“Not the show idiot,” Andy says. “But you’re right. She’s lucky she’s hot cause she can’t act for shit. I meant that we’re 200 metres from the beach and I’m sitting on the couch.”
“You wanna head down?” I ask.
“Yeah. Isn’t that why we’re here?”
“True.”
“Alright. I’m gonna go get changed. You pack the drinks.” Andy stands up from the couch and walks into his bedroom just off the lounge.
While Andy is in his room my mind wanders onto the visions the beach will provide me. It’s stinking hot outside, bright sun shining down. That is sure to bring a few hotties down to the sand. I am again thankful for the resurgence in popularity of the budgy smuggler, speedo style swimwear and I hope the rumours of another local football team visiting this particular stretch of coast for the week are true. That will surely bring some eye candy. I hope I am able to maintain my composure. None of my teammates know that I am secretly not-so-straight. Not even Andy, one of my oldest friends.
I glance at Andy’s bedroom door, imagining him changing on the other side. We have been friends for years and I have watched him grow up into a complete stud, the epitome of a football player god. A big muscular body, long tanned legs, a wicked smile and sparkling eyes. Not to mention a decent piece hanging between his legs that I might've noticed out of the corner of my eye in a post-game shower or two. Actually, that’s a lie, I didn’t need to use my peripheral vision to see it. Andy was always the first one nude after a game, walking around swinging that big thing, high-fiving teammates and congratulating them on the way to the shower room. Ah… the shower room.
"So are we going swimming or not?" Andy asked as he came into the room, interrupting my thoughts.
I was used to Andy's brazen nature but I certainly didn't expect to be presented with a view of my best mate and teammate wearing only a pair of novelty snorkelling goggles and holding an inflatable pool ducky. Sure we'd showered together over the last three years of playing football but never had Andy put his cock on display to me so fully and willingly outside of the locker room. My first reaction was a combination of awe and admiration. It really was a big dick.
Realising I was probably staring I snap myself out of it and fall back on the reaction I assume Andy is hoping for with this unabashed display. I laughed and threw my empty beer can at my buddy, who still held his pose in the doorway.
"What's so funny?" Andy asks, looking around and feigning innocence. "Did I forget something?"
"Um, yeh just a couple things.”
My eyes wander to his dick again, wondering if it seems thicker than usual or if that’s just a result of the unusually full view I was getting. I know he’s caught me looking and quickly decided to make a joke along those lines. I nod towards his cock.
"Won't that slow you down in the water?"
"Nah man," Andy laughs at his response. "You should've seen how hard I was before, that would make some drag."
I stand up from the couch, barely concealing the throb in my pants that is now demanding some immediate attention, "Get a fair-sized anchor in there did you?"
"Mate, so big," Andy gives his undercarriage a manly, deliberate scratch. "But you wanted to go so I'll save it for later."
"Well, we don't need to go right now," I take a brave step forward. I was about to make a gamble that could cost me my longest friendship. I adjust my package, a clue to Andy that I also have something that needs dealing with, but a move easily disguised if it doesn’t garner the response I’m hoping for.
"You want the bathroom to take care of that?" Andy asks, that winning smile flashing across his face. If his penis wasn't already slightly swelled when he stepped out of his room, it’s sure heading that way now.
"I don't need to be locked in the bathroom," I quickly remove my shirt. "We both need it. Why don't you just bring the anchor in here?"
Andy drops the equipment and looks me right in the eyes, "It's about time."
He grabs my shoulders and pushes me back towards the couch.
I fall onto the soft couch cushions and I am immediately greeted with a full view of my best mate's growing erection. I'd heard rumours of just how big he got when eavesdropping on the girls at the club and I had seen him soft in the team showers plenty of times but my heart raced now at the thought of finally seeing him at his full potential.
Andy looks down at me, smiling. That damn smile, no wonder he got all the girls. He didn't need the reputation of a monster cock, just flash that smile and the room would be his. Andy winks down at me, knowingly.
"You already knew didn’t you?" I ask, my eyes locked onto his as my hand reaches out to cup his large, smooth balls.
"Dude, your eyes wander bad," that damn smile again.
"Shit," my eyes wander now, with permission, down his toned body to his now fully erect cock. "I guess Paul knows too then."
"Actually, he pointed it out to me," Andy sighs as I wrap my fingers around his full 9 inches. "He really wanted to come on this trip too."
"Next time," I smile up at Andy before edging my lips closer to his now leaking mushroom head. Seeing the anticipation in a man's eyes as I make my move has always been a turn on for me and the strain in my jeans is a strong indication that this time is no different. My eyes slowly drew down his body, taking in, for the first time with such closeness, every inch of his masculine, manicured musculature, eventually falling on his throbbing cock, just an inch from my wet lips.
I feel a hand lightly brush through my hair but quickly realise that the move isn’t any form of intimacy. Andy is merely making his way to the back of my head where he gently but insistently encourages my mouth towards his engorged, demanding erection.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath as I move forward, feeling his swollen head pass my lips. I have been imagining this for years now, since I first saw my childhood friend all grown up in the locker room in all his glory.
Andy and I moan deeply in unison. I quickly move my way down the length of his cock feeling his head push against the back of my throat.
"Holy shit," Andy whispers, clearly impressed. "You're a pro."
I look up at him, mouth full of buddy cock, impressed with myself that I'm managing to deepthroat easily the biggest dick I've ever had. Andy moans as I take his cock deep again and I knew I wouldn’t have to throat it long before I got the reward I had been hoping for, and been jerking off over, for years.
I pick up the pace on my buddy's cock, reaching down and fishing my own out of my pants, the release resulting in a moan from my mouth, the echo of which I feel travel through Andy until he moans in agreement.
I jerk my cock hard, realising how close my buddy's cock has gotten me to a much-needed release. I suck Andy's dick in time with my stroking, my spare hand grabbing his balls and tugging gently on them, remembering he had told me that that’s the move that sends him over the edge.
"Fuck you're good mate," he says between heavy breaths. "I think I'm gonna... uh! Uh!"
I don’t let him finish the sentence, burying his cock in my throat and squeezing his balls tight, urging the cum out of them.
I feel the first blast of cum slide all the way down my open throat as Andy gasps and grunts through his orgasm. I quickly resume my action, taking his cock in and out of my mouth, using my lips and tongue to cover as much as I could while the rest of his immense load drains into my eager, experienced mouth.
Andy shudders and I feel him go weak at the knees. I reach my arms up, grabbing his ass to support him and keep that solid cock spewing into me.
Once I swallow all of his delicious load I let his perfect ass cheeks out of my hands and sit back, leaving his cock wilting and dripping with my saliva. I settle back into the couch and grip my own cock hard, desperate to release.
Andy flops down opposite me on his chair, clearly spent, his cock draping his thigh. A single drop of missed cum drips from his deflating head and onto his defined muscles.
"Fuck, you gonna blow just from that?" he asks with a surprising amount of enthusiasm.
I arch my back and stretch my legs, stroking my cock hard and fast. Looking over at him, I notice his eyes glued to my furious stroking. He licks his lips and that sends over the edge.
With a deep grunt and a loud moan the first shot of cum fires from my cock, sailing past my head onto the arm of the couch I am laying on. My body shakes and spasms as the next shots fire, coating the t-shirt I didn't think to remove in my haste to suck off my buddy.
The rest of my cum oozes out of me as I lie back, breathing heavily. I look over at Andy, suddenly conscious of all I had had just to him. My best friend, the absolute stud of our football team, the guy who's had more girls than either of us could count sits back in his chair, stark naked except for that stupid novelty snorkel.
"So, I don't think we need to hit the beach today," his hand reaches down to his cock, already regaining its composure. "Kinda looks like rain." He winks at me and that single eyelid is enough to get me back off the couch and onto my knees again.