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Subject: Why Don't We Do It In The Rain? Part 2 First, importantly: support Nifty. Make financial or literary contributions to the benefit of all. This is a work of pure fiction intended for adult readers of legal adult age, at least 18 years-old and older if your jurisdiction requires you to be 21 or more. Anyone younger should leave now. My stories involve sex in various forms between consenting persons and should not be construed as a guideline for living anyone's everyday life. WHY DON'T WE DO IT IN THE RAIN? Part 2 By Greylock Writer A year after my eye opening European trek, I spent a warm fall weekend on Cape Cod, enjoying the delights of the National Seashore. A hurricane was brewing up the East Coast. I avoided the regular storm lovers who came to gawk at the wind and waves and hiked out to an isolated patch of beach. The sand was white and glorious. I anticipated that I had a few hours of enjoyable playtime before the the storm really hit and I'd be forced to seek real shelter. As a rain band slammed ashore, I stripped off my Reeboks, Lycra shorts and black jock and dipped my toes in the churning surf. I grabbed my dick and started to have some fun. Enjoying my rain- drenched wank, I was splashing up my own storm in the surf -- not venturing in too far because the water was so cold -- when I heard muffled laughs behind me. Not far back, almost hidden in the dunes, I saw two guys as naked as I was enjoying the weather, each other, and the sight of me beating my meat at the ocean's edge. My first impulse was to gather up my clothes and trot away down shore, giving us all some privacy. Instead, I playfully turned straight toward them and continued stroking my cock. The rain was making for a slippery, sensitive lube. And my dick got much harder with an audience and my pleasure rose. Through the rain and the distance I saw them motioning me over. I tucked my things under my left arm and kept on jerking my dick as I slowly approached. They were dark-haired college boys, slim, cute in a punk sort of way, and very clearly brothers, maybe even twins. One looked like a gymnast, the other, perhaps a swimmer. Their cocks were firmly in their hands, too, very hard and very inviting. The closer I got the more their shiny dark eyes stayed fixed on my blood-filled prick. It strained to close the distance to these eager boys and feel the warmth of their waiting mouths. The swimmer licked his lips in a wicked, wanton way. Brotherly love might be nice, but a stranger's lust might be tuzla escort (https://hnuu.net/) heaven. I thought introductions were in order. But, no. Their idea of getting acquainted was to get it on as hard and as fast as possible. The gymnast pressed his lips on mine and sucked my tongue into his mouth. He was a hungry young bastard. The swimmer yanked my cock and pulled it down his throat. I gleefully let them go to town. Quickly, we stumbled to the ground in a tangle. The rain had packed the sand. It was cool and wet and comfortable. The gymnast kept his mouth flush on mine; his hands were playing with my erect nipples twisting like they might spin 360 degrees. I reciprocated, pinching hard on his long, hard nubs. The harder I twisted the more excited his tongue got in my mouth. "Yeah," he cooed breathlessly as I yanked, "Let me feel it, damn it! Yeah, don't you hold back. Twist those fuckers!" His brother was sucking my hardon like a cyclone. Between the rain and his slobber, the swimmer was sliding along my shaft like a kid with his first ever sucker. His tongue swirled around my cock head, darting in and out my cum chute, tasting his way all along my throbbing veins. His teeth nipped the corona and sensitive tip of my dick. His hands cupped my balls. He drew a finger through the rain running down my chest then thrust his wet digit into my ass pucker. His finger explored my ass hard and fast. Could he reach my prostate? I didn't think so, but his fingers were long like those of a musician. And I surely was a willing instrument already sighing and singing a meoldy of grunts. The rain kept beating down and these guys got off on it as much as I did. They slurped and chewed and giggled, bouncing like pups at play. I tried to encourage the gymnast to let me up for air -- and a piece of his fat seven-inch, uncut prick. "Switch, Jason," the swimmer said. "Okay, Eric," came the reply. Now I was kissing Eric, the slim swimmer, as Jason, the gymnast, swallowed my excited hardon. Jason liked sucking cock just as much as his brother, but was gentler, letting sensations linger and build. He had a velvety touch as his hot mouth stroked my cock top to bottom, over and over. His silky approach had me crazy. Then he started a low hum like an imitation of the wind's wail. From a distance, we must have looked like a writhing pile of flesh trying to devour itself. And I was at the center. Eric and Jason didn't touch each other; I was showered by their attention. I was lost in sensual enjoyment. The rain stayed hard. The wind picked up. It was warm tuzla escort bayan (https://hnuu.net/) and exciting and more than a little dangerous. The brothers looked at me with zest and glee, like some great game was being played out. Eric's eyes, dark and flecked with gold, zeroed in on mine. "Fuck me, man," he urged. "The bitchin' storm's coming now." His breath was hot and demanding. I must have looked hesitant, although I can't imagine why. "I can take it," Eric growled with great attitude. "I;m already wet.And I want it. I want to be drenched in it and flooded with your cum." With that he got down on all fours and grabbed his muscular ass cheeks. He pulled them open slowly, lovingly revealing a perfect pink rosebud with a dark ring of honeyed, velvet hair. He flexed his ass and his pucker opened and closed an obscene invitation. Rain swept off his back and dribbled down his crack. A waterfall fell out of his lovehole down his low-hanging balls, splashing to the ground. He was really primed and for the first time in my life I fell to my knees to suck fluid OUT of someone's splendid ass. I lapped the rain, like nectar, from his hole. "Suck all the juice you want," my swimmer said, "But don't forget the meat." He laughed. "And afterwards you can suck out your spunk and share it with us both." "Be polite," Jason scolded, lifting his mouth off my straining cock so that I could do he deed. "He doesn't have to share." I positioned my dickhead at Eric's hole. It opened slightly. I edged the tip in. "Do it, man," he ordered. "Don't fuck around. I've had much bigger than you. But you've got a damn pretty cock. Shove it in." How could I refuse? With one long thrust, I buried my seve-inch prick deep inside. Eric let out a satisfied gasp. He smiled and tightened his ass muscles. Now I gasped. "You like it?" he asked. I nodded. "Want more?" he asked. I nodded vigorously. "Okay, Jason, let's go. Deep and hard." With that Jason slid atop his brother's back facing me and offered my mouth his big slab of meat. I took it greedily. "Wash it out," he told me. "Get under that hood." My tongue rimmed the inside of the fleshy cowl which had retracted some but still cloaked his cock. A string of sweet pre-cum leaked out and I sucked it up. Our rhythm began. I pushed my cock in Eric's hungry ass up to my balls, then slid back out. Jason maneuvered so his nuts were in my mouth. I took one, then the other and then both. It was like a wonderful hunger. The more I chewed Jason's balls and their sac the hungrier I got. "Suck my rod again," Jason ordered escort tuzla (https://hnuu.net/) and I took his raging tool in my mouth. "Fuck my ass," Eric commanded and I increased the speed and intensity of my cock action. "Fuck me as hard as you can, man." The rain was heavier. The wind was stronger. I was jerking Eric's meat as hard as I could. He got ready to blast his spunk and flexed his ass muscles wildly as I kept pounding his lovehole. His sphincter was spasming, pulling my dick in harder and deeper. Meanwhile, Jason took his slab of meat out and gave my face a couple whacks. It excited both of us. "Stick it in," I told him. "Shove it as deep in my throat as you can." "I'm gonna shoot," he warned. "And I've got a big load." "Give it to me," I told him. "Cum as much and as hard as you can." We were all close. The rain whipped at us from the side, stinging us like almost like ice. "I'm cumming," Eric grunted. "Shoot with me, man." With that, Eric started the chain reaction. His fiery jizz blasted through my fingers. His ass ring clenched and unclenched. It grabbed onto me and wouldn't let go. I shot my load through him in ferocious stabbing jerks. I was out of control. "Man, you're flooding my guts," Eric smirked. "I'm as wet inside as out!" Jason reached down and took the hand I used to beat off his brother. He raised it to his mouth and licked all of Eric's spunk from my fingers. He greedily cleaned my hand, pulling one, two, three fingers into his mouth. As he did, his dick pushed deep in my throat and a heavy stream of cream gushed into me. Boom. Bang. Splat! His load WAS big. I swallowed as fast as I could and still his juicy sperm leaked out both sides of my mouth. He bent in attempting to lick it up even as I help him in my mouth. But Eric pulled forward so my cock slithered out of his ass. His brother's dick was still in my mouth as Eric brought his tongue up to lick the part of Jason's load dribbling from my lips and chin. But he still avoided touching his brother's deflating dick. I tried to tuck my chin down to save the last smear of salty cum. It was raining so hard the sticky spunk was washing away quickly. This is interesting, I thought, they take each other's load through an intermediary. Maybe they want to have sex together, but only will do it through a third party. It was a first for me, a very enjoyable one. The wind was howling. It was time to get off the beach. As much as we all grooved on the storm, we weren't crazy. We met later at my motel and went at each other again. But it was pleasant vanilla sex, not at all like doing it memorably in the rain on the beach. But I was very happy with my wet and wild weekend and my twin memories as I drove back to Boston. ************ Copyright 2021 Greylock Writer