Hi there, Finn again. This is the second of my collaborations with Twitter artist @ENMTOONZ (also known as DJUnderground123 on Patreon). I've written quite a few stories for him at this point, and I'm excited to share them with you here. If you'd like early access to his art and my stories, check out his Patreon. Needless to say, NSFW!
Check out his art - and the art that inspired the story I wrote - on Twitter (the link is included below).
I just needed to clear my head.
Work had been a pain lately and I still hadn't built up the courage to ask Nani out. I hadn't been on a date in years actually and my hand was starting to get pretty boring.
That's why I was here. My own secret beach. A private paradise where I could relax. A beautiful blue oasis where I could let the boys out and bask in the sun and the surf. Nothing between my skin and the water.
I found this little stretch a few years ago. I had never seen anyone else here, so one day I took my trunks off, and from then on, the buns were out as soon as I got here.
My favorite thing to do was to swim out where the waves just started to break, and then float on my back with my eyes closed into the shore. The tide took me in, washing me up on the beach. When I’d get too hot in the sun, I’d swim back out and start over.
I was on my way back on the third trip of the day. I knew the warm sand was coming because my butt cheeks were starting to scrape along the bottom. I couldn’t help but smile. It tickled a little. Only this time, I didn’t hit the sand. My shoulders hit something soft yet hard.
I opened my eyes and could only see a massive, hulking shadow above me. I brought my hand over my face, trying to force my eyes to adjust, as I heard the shadow say, “Enjoying a midday swim, Mr. Kawena?”
Oh fuck. It was that huge guy from earlier asking around about Nani. Mr. Ripples? No. Mr. Spurts? Fuck, what was his name?
I turned over and pushed myself up out of the water. It was then I remembered I was naked. I reached down to cover myself with my hands. I felt the heat rise to my face. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been naked in front of another man, and I was blushing.
“H-how are you, Mr. Bubbles?”
“You may use my first name, Cobra.”
More like python by the looks of it. His swim briefs were strained, the fabric pushing away from his body. I could tell he waxed. There wasn’t a single hair to be seen.
“You like what you see?”
“Wh-what? N-n-no. I mean, you have a great body, but I wasn’t looking.”
“It’s okay if you were, David. Can I call you David?”
He didn’t wait for me to answer.
“I certainly like what I see. Do you sunbathe here often?”
I nodded, but I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his ever-growing dick. The briefs weren’t even containing all of it anymore. I could see his balls and part of the head.
Reflexively, I rubbed the back of my neck. I always did that when I was nervous. I certainly didn’t need two hands to cover up. My penis - if it even qualified - looked like a doll’s compared to Cobra’s.
I licked my lips. I had always wondering what sex would be like with a guy. I remembered my best friend in primary school; the hidden stack of magazines in my bedroom; the glances at my roommates getting out of the shower. This was my chance.
“It isn’t going to suck itself now, is it?”
Tearing myself away from his bulge, I glanced up at his face. He was looking down at me, over the top of his sunglasses. He was so tall, his muscles huge. And a dick to match.
I needed to see it.
I knelt in the surf and crawled towards him, reaching up to free his dick from the skimpy confines of lycra that called itself a bathing suit. It was more of a suggestion at this point.
I laughed as it swung and hit me in the face.
“Bet you’ve never seen one this big, huh?”
“It’s, uh, actually my first.”
“Then you’re incredibly lucky, David. I haven’t cum in a week. You’ll be rewarded today if you please me.”
Fuck, why does that sound so hot?
I did the best I could but my mouth was only so big and I needed to breathe.
“Relax, David. Let’s try something else.” He tossed his glasses aside, grabbing a bottle from a bag I hadn’t even seen, and poured some of its contents on his fingers. “Get on all fours and show me your pretty little flower.”
Whoa, does he mean my asshole?
I did what he said, getting on all fours on the sand.
“Now, spread your cheeks for me.”
To do that, I had to lay on my chest, half my face in the sand, and reach behind me with both arms. But a part of me wanted to obey him, to please him. It wasn’t long before I felt the wet touch of his thick fingertips on my hole. I practically hissed at the contact, biting my lip from the pleasure.
A few minutes later and I was practically fucking the air. I had never felt anything like this. My dick was fauceting precum and I kept begging for more fingers.
“That’s already four, David. You’re ready. I want you to flip over.”
I eagerly did as he said.
“You’re about to receive my cock. You best appreciate it, David.”
This was it. The moment I had known was coming this entire time, and I couldn’t feel my cheeks anymore from smiling so hard. I watched him lube up his cock and stroke it a few times. It was glorious. The veins looked as thick as some of my fingers. Seeing our dicks so close together really made it obvious that his was easily three times bigger than my little boy dick.
He lined up at my hole. I could feel him to press against me. He told me to relax as the head breached me, and then Cobra slammed the rest in.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
He started furiously pounding me. It felt like I was both dying and about to cum at the same time.
“How does a man’s cock feel, boy?”
“F-f-fuck - ing - a - maz - ing.” I barely had time to answer between thrusts.
His beefy hands held my legs almost behind my head. I was bent in half and being penetrated by the biggest, sexiest, god of a man possible.
“That’s it, boy. Take it.”
He grunted, gave my ass a slap, and after two more thrusts, I could feel him unload inside of me. It was so much cum. it felt like it was leaking out, dripping down my ass. I could practically hear my ass whimper when he pulled out.
“You’ll be begging for my dick now.”
I laid there in post-orgasmic bliss.
There was no question in my mind. I knew two things for sure after getting plowed by Cobra Bubbles.
I was bi, and the best sex of my life had been with a man.
Meanwhile…in the thick undergrowth at the edge of the beach.
“Ha! I knew it, Pleakley. Two males can fornicate with one another. The board will be fascinated by this information.”
“I wouldn’t have thought the small one could take so much of that white gooey stuff.”
“That is, how you say, pleasure fluid. By inserting him with it, the big male has claimed the small one.
”Now that is something you don’t see every day. I knew this Earth research would pay off. What did I tell you?”
“Pleakley tell Jumba nothing. I was the one who said big man would explode from hidden parts in glorious display of manhood. Now, how to get a sample?”
Hi there, Finn here. This is the first of my collaborations with Twitter artist @ENMTOONZ (also known as DJUnderground123 on Patreon). I've been a follower of his work for a while and during a conversation with him earlier this year, I dropped that I was an author, showed him a little of my work, and the rest is history.
Check out his art - and the art that inspired the story I wrote - on Twitter (the link is included below.
All of my life, I have searched for a land
Like this one
A wilder, more challenging country
I couldn't design
Hundreds of dangers await
And I don't plan to miss one
In a land I can claim
A land I can tame
I approached the river from the north. The terrain reminded me of the woods back home, but there was no village nestled against the waters ahead. No millstone turning from the force of the falls I could hear nearby.
As much as a village had its perks, this voyage was worth it. I was thrilled to have left the constraints of society behind, and I was lucky enough to have found a worthy bedmate in Thomas. After all, the other men were a bit too rough for my tastes. After I rescued him, he was like clay in my large, capable hands. I didn’t even need to lay on the charm. It was clear he was smitten and more than willing to swallow the lion’s share of my seed without force.
After the storm, it had been smooth sailing and no one bothered us much. I buggered him as often as I liked in my room. He was a little clingy, but I was hard and he had two willing holes. I made deposits regularly in both, only venturing out to encourage the men and retrieve sustenance for the two of us. I was the captain, and no one questioned me.
Once land was sighted, I dressed quickly. Thomas begged to come with me, so I told him to meet me on deck. I guess he couldn’t get enough of me, but I was eager to find a place to bathe. I had gotten used to the smell, but out in the fresh air, it was obvious I reeked of sex.
I surged ahead of him and the others, happy for the solitude. Finding the falls quickly, I slaked my thirst. But I wasn’t alone. A shadow danced in the reflection of the water in my hands. Someone was watching me.
Who was I to deprive an audience of a good show?
I wondered if Thomas had followed me or if it was a native scout. Imagining the stranger’s dark muscles, my dick hardened in my breeches. I kicked my boots off, removed my armor and slipped out of the rest of my clothes. Leaving a knife sheathed against my ankle, I left my musket onshore within reach, and waded into the cool water of the pool below the falls.
I dove into the deep water, submerging completely to get my hair wet. Under the surface, I ran my hands over my body and through my hair to rinse the sweat off. Kicking back over to where I could touch, I stepped into the shallows, my cock just visible at the waterline. Reaching down, I pulled the foreskin back and rubbed my head a few times, cleaning off the remnants of sex that had collected after weeks at sea. By God, it felt good. Thomas was going to get a treat tonight.
Changing gears, I ran my hands down my back and stretched my cheeks open, letting water reach inside my hole. I had never been breached, but Thomas liked to lick me there. I slipped a fingertip inside and rubbed the tender flesh at my opening. I felt my dick plump at the sensation. Maybe I’d let Thomas play a little more back there.
I held my arms behind my head, flexing my arms and letting my torso stretch. I had forgotten I was being watched until I opened my eyes and saw…a woman.
I couldn’t help but blush. I thought this whole show had been for a man. I swallowed my disappointment for now, and wondered what she wanted.