It’s not that Adam minded winter. He enjoyed the changing of the seasons. After all, the first blooms of spring were made much more energizing by the preceding sterility of winter. And Adam had certainly enjoyed his share of encounters where pleasure was enhanced by being delayed. There was, for example, that time a lover had left him tied to a bed, with porn playing on the TV, and a vibrator secured to his balls. That still ranked as one of the biggest cumshots of his life, when it finally happened.
Being made to wait for pleasure was one thing, but being denied it altogher, well, that was something he hadn’t yet explored. Every time he’d been edged it had ended with orgasm. But although he had sometimes wondered what it would be like to be brought to the edge, over and over, and then caged and denied the chance to shoot, he had not yet experienced that.
And that was what this winter was starting to feel like! Snow storm after snow storm. Some warming and melting, but then back into freezing temps and more snow. Would it ever end? Adam was beginning to wonder if he would ever know the warmth of sun on his bare ass again.
Adam knew that he enjoyed teasing, but didn’t get hard at the thought of total denial, so he started searching flights to somewhere warm and sunny. Anywhere would do at this point if it could fit within his budget. Within a week he was on a plane and landing in Barbados.
What followed was a perfectly pleasant, if somewhat chaste, week of warmth, sunshine and beaches. It was all very nice and sufficiently affordable, but ultimately also an exercise in denial. So many beautiful men, so many stolen glances, so little sex. He hadn’t felt so deeply in the closet in years. And yet the promise of sex seemed always just around the corner.
It felt like there were a lot of unwritten rules on this island. A lot of hinting that being gay was fine, so long as you kept it secret. Adam had fully expected he wouldn’t be getting naked on a trip like this, but he did wonder whether he could find a deserted beach or two.
He rented a car and set out to drive the island. The best beaches were south and west, whereas the east side was more rugged and rocky, but also presented the best chance to be alone. And despite his horny cravings for a man, he figured his best chance of happiness came with solitude and wilderness. So he headed east.
It was mid-week and midday. Traffic thinned out the further up the coast he got. He stopped at a few look outs and some beaches until he found one that was miraculously deserted. Nudity here would risk arrest, not to mention disrespecting local norms, but the temptation was so strong!
He settled into a nook of sand backed up against a cliff, and stripped down to his shorts. There was no sight nor sound of another human, and he could see up and down the beach to either side, so he figured he couldn’t be surprised. He waited half an hour to be sure of being alone, and then off came his shorts.
The sheer pleasure of warmth, solitude and ocean views started having an effect on his mood and his cock, which started stirring and then unfurling. Within a minute he was at half mast, and then fully engorged without even touching himself.
There being no sign of his magical, mystery lover Steve, he started to stroke himself. Slowly. He reached for the suntan lotion in his bag, for the obvious reason of not wanting to get his cock sunburned, but also, equally obviously, for lubrication. If no one was going to be sucking him then who cared what his cock would taste like.
Suddenly he stopped jerking and reached for his shorts. He had heard a noise in the bushes. He had his shorts on quickly and stood up for a look and walked out into the open part of the beach. Nothing and no one in sight.
Back in his secluded spot, naked again and stroking, he lay back and closed his eyes. He was fully hard and producing drops of precum when a shadow crossed him. He sat bolt upright in panic that he’d been discovered, but it was only a flock of birds passing low over top.
He took a break from his self pleasure to eat some food he’d brought with him. He walked a bit on the beach and soaked his feet in the shallows but he could tell this wasn’t a swimming beach.
Back in his spot he started jerking off again, this time with more serious intention. Whereas earlier he had just wanted pleasure and sensual warmth, now he wanted to cum. His strokes were harder and intentional. This could result in shooting a load in a matter of minutes. The sort of cumshot he used for quick relief when he only had a few minutes before getting ready for work. This was no longer about sexual pleasure. This was entirely about maintaining mental health and reducing his stress.
Adam froze, less than a minute away from orgasm. A guy walking a dog had appeared on the beach. Correction, make that a hunk. For a moment Adam considered finishing what he had started, but Mr. Hunk was slowly but surely heading in his direction. He figured he should get his shorts back on, and just hoped he could do so without it being too obvious he had been naked.
He grabbed his things and headed back onto the main part of the beach and down to splash in the shallow waves, while the dog and his master got closer and closer. The guy was in loose fitting shorts and a T-shirt, but he was clearly built.
“You should be careful around here,” the hunk said. Adam couldn’t tell if that was a threat, a warning, or concerned advice, so it was a moment before he responded.
“I hope I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“Just be careful, that’s all,” said the hunk.
“Yes sir, I will,” said Adam.
“You mocking me?”
“No, I’m just a bit confused. I’m just not sure what you mean specifically.”
“Pretty sure you do.”
And with that the hunk turned and started walking back along the beach to where he had first appeared from.
Adam’s cock was suddenly rock hard again. Was he supposed to follow? Had the guy been able to see him jerking off. Was he offering sex, or was it a threat of a beating? He was so confused, but also ridiculously aroused.
He decided to head back to his rental car and get out of there, but he hesitated for a moment. The hunk was walking up to a house perched over the beach that he hadn’t noticed before. Did he look back slightly at Adam, or was he just looking at his dog?
Adam stood frozen on the beach. Should he stay or should he go now? He decided to follow the guy up to the house and use an excuse of needing to use a bathroom. He noticed the dog had been friendly (sniffing his pre-cummed crotch with obvious pleasure), and used that as a sign that it was worth the risk to approach.
He called out from the gate on the path up to the house, and the hunk turned slightly and nodded. He actually really did need to pee, so it was not too much of a stretch to ask.
When Adam had used the bathroom and come back into the main room of the little house he saw the hunk was standing in the kitchen, now with his shirt off. His back and arms clearly said he worked a manual job. This was an honestly built body, not the gym built looks that Adam sported, and was used to from home. This dude was real trade.
But Adam was back to being totally confused. Was the hunk shirtless because it was warm in the house, or was this a sexual come-on? He was totally in the dark without the usual cues that gay men would throw each other to initiate sex.
“Is this your beach,” Adam asked, “was I trespassing?”
“No, it’s public. You’re fine.”
“Not as fine as you,” Adam let slip, and instantly regretted the flirtation.
The hunk turned towards him with an aggression in his eyes and said “I warned you to be careful.”
“Shit. Sorry, my big mouth…” but then he stopped talking because the hunk made a move towards him but also was unbuttoning his shorts.
“Get naked,” said the hunk, “and make that big mouth useful. This cock isn’t going to suck itself.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Shut up, and suck bitch.”
Adam swallowed another ‘yes Sir’ and then swallowed the hunk’s cock.
It is, of course, entirely just a cliche that black men are well hung, so Adam simply judged this mouthful to be just a happy coincidence. And although Adam didn’t know it, the hunk was quietly impressed that Adam could swallow him whole. That hadn’t happened in many years. He very nearly decided to nut right into Adam’s throat because it felt so good, but he hadn’t had any white ass in a while.
The hunk reached backwards with one hand for a bottle of cooking oil, and with his other hand grabbed the hair on the top of Adam’s head and pulled him up, then turned him towards a stool. Adam didn’t need to be told to bend over it. It was pretty obvious what was required of him. He assumed the position and said a little prayer to whatever God might be able to convince Mr. Hunk to take things slowly.
It worked. The hunk was generous with the cooking oil, first on his cock, and then fingering Adam’s ass. It reminded Adam of the first time he’d been fisted. An older guy, with seemingly inexhaustible patience, had used a similar technique.
The hunk worked a little faster, but Adam’s ass was no longer virgin territory these days, and he only needed cock-sized access, and not his tradesman’s hand and forearm. Adam distracted himself slightly by wondering what that hand would feel like, but pretty soon his cock was making initial entry, so he took a few deep breaths.
The Bajun was a better than average top. Not as good as his Steve, but more than adequate, given the circumstances. A few times Adam reached for his own cock, to stroke it. He thought the hunk might want to know that he could get hard, and therefore was enjoying being fucked by him. But both times the hunk pulled Adam’s hand away and eventually pinned his hands behind his back, using them to pull Adam onto his cock.
Maybe I’ll be allowed to jerk off at the end, thought Adam. But no. The hunk was clearly getting close to cumming and was now railing Adam’s ass. There was a slight pause in the movement. He pulled pretty much all the way out, and then shoved it in hard and deep and let out a sigh. Adam could feel a few jolts of swelling from the hunks cock and it was pretty clear he had shot his load.
The hunk pulled out, and reached for some paper towel to wipe off his cock. He handed a piece to Adam, presumably to be allowed to wipe his butt, and then said “Now get out.”
“Can I just finish off too,” asked Adam, reaching for his own very hard and dripping cock?
“Nope. Me and my girlfriend are the only ones who cum in this house. Now get out before I physically throw you out.”
Adam strongly suspected there was no actual girlfriend, but he dressed as fast as he could and was halfway out the door when the hunk said, “You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that. And you suck cock good. But I never want to see you or your skinny little white ass round here again.”
Adam doubted that too as he walked back to the rental car, given how much the hunk had clearly enjoyed fucking him. He wondered if he should have left him his room number at the Hilton but then a thought occurred to him. Perhaps there was some poetic justice in both of them being sexually frustrated. Adam had been close to orgasm three times that day and was so far still denied gratification. And the hunk, although he had come, was not going to know the pleasure of Adam’s holes ever again. He suspected Mr. Hunk was going to regret that.
By the time he got back to the hotel all Adam wanted to do was get into a bath, soak, and finally jerk all the way off. But as soon as he walked into the lobby and his phone connected to the hotel WiFi it started pinging with messages. His flight had been moved up to tonight because of a threatening storm rolling in tomorrow. His vacation was suddenly over and he had to head straight to the airport.
He never got to shoot a load in Barbados. And to make matters worse he had two beautiful men, one on either side of him, on the flight home. Adam started drifting off to sleep almost as soon as the plane was airborne, but not before feeling the leg of the babe sitting on his right come to rest right up against his own leg. And then the guy on his left let his arm drift off the armrest and into Adam’s lap. He’d never been so hard, frustrated and denied in his life, but he suspected this flight was going to have a happy ending.
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Great story. I'm Wayne from Myrtle Beach SC.
Loved this! I've served several Doms who edged me for a couple of hours (or more) and then didn't let me come! ❤️💯‼️💥🔥