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All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more.
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Sean Strong - 29, 6'1", 205 lbs, a body similar to Henry Cavill but a face like Tom Hardy for inspiration, Handsome but not model material, Dark Brown Hair, almost black pool of eyes, constant five o'clock shadow, pouty lips, Marine, Gunnery Sergeant MARSOC, Units operation chief, wounded while accompanying Iraqi Security Forces in North Central Iraq. Three GSW (Gun Shot Wounds) Shattered mid left thigh, shattered the right collar bone, and a bullet grazed his jawline on the right side of his face and took off his right ear lobe. In Pacific High School, San Bernardino, California, he had a 3.7 GPA and was the quarterback on the football team. San Diego State University, he majored in linguistics. Speaks Spanish, Arabic (emphasis in Mesopotamian), and Gaeilge (not offered in school, studied it on his own) in honor of his lineage. Played football for the San Diego State Aztecs for four years. After he received his degree he was recruited by the Marines. Seven years in.
Finn Strong - 26, 5'7", 175 lbs, See Chance Marsteller for inspiration, Dark Reddish Brown Hair, Green eyes, Handsome/cute in a rougher sort of way, Physical Therapist, in conjunction with Desert Regional Medical Center, Palm Springs, CA, independent under contract. In Pacific High School, San Bernardino, California, he had a 3.9 GPA and split his time between wrestling and gymnastics. His senior year he transferred to La Jolla High School where he gave soccer a try in lieu of wrestling or gymnastics. Maintained his GPA. Studied Physical Therapy at San Diego State University. Continued soccer while at school.
Private Aaron Mitchell (from the plane) - 24, 5'10" 180 lbs, Sort of a Richard Madden look. Dark Reddish hair, green eyes, Handsome and cute but looks like he's had a rough life with conservative parents but still looks young. Private in the Marines deciding if he is going to re-up in this year. Early history is a mystery.
Where we left them::
"Fuck yeah you are. My fucking little whore. Keep you naked at home and fuck you when I want. No more clothes around me. I want to see your perfect little snatch all the time. It's mine." Sean felt himself building towards an orgasm. And it was going to be epic. Finally getting to fuck, make love, to his little brother after 26 years of perving on him.
"Always yours." Finn said as his cock unloaded over Sean's stomach, chest and all over his sling.
Sean felt Finn's ass spasm as he came and couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck!" He came so much his shoulder hurt. But it was worth it. It might set him back a week or so but he didn't care.
When they both calmed down Sean said, "Stay there. This is perfect." His cock still inside Finn. His load surrounded him inside. It was warm and happy in there.
"No regrets?" Finn asked, hoping there wasn't. He would be happy to be Sean's whore, slut, anything he wanted. It is what he felt like he was born to be.
"Only that I didn't rape you over ten years ago. You have no idea what you did to me with that ass strutting around the apartment." Sean answered.
"And you have no idea what you did to me." Finn said.
The PT and His Brother the Marine, Chapter Two::
Aaron, the young Marine from the plane, text the brothers, well Finn's phone, less than a week after they all were home. It was Thursday. "Need to get away from the rents for a couple of days. Mind if I visit. I can stay at a hotel."
When Finn noticed the text, an hour or so after it was sent he and Sean were already in bed, he read it to Sean. The bed for the guest room had arrived, much to Sean's annoyance, so they could have him over. Sean let Finn buy a bed for pretense but told him he was never to sleep one night in it. But after Aaron's text Sean told Finn that he wouldn't have a brother from the corps staying at a hotel. Especially one that came to their aide at the airport. They could figure something out. But it would mean a couple of days of probably being good. Finn was good with it.
Finn responded that they would love to have him for the weekend and that there was no way he was staying at a hotel. They would be happy to have him. Then Finn threw in, without discussing it with Sean, "I'll bunk with Sean so you can have your own room."
"You don't have to do that. I can take the couch. If you have a couch." Aaron wrote back.
"Nope, already settled. Sean and I grew up sharing space so it's no big deal. Friday then?" Finn wrote. Wondering what made young Aaron tick while he did.
Finn shot him their address. They agreed Aaron would arrive around 3 in the afternoon on Friday.
"I appreciate it. Rents are driving me insane. Just need to get away for a couple days before my leave is up. See you tomorrow!" Aaron responded as he thought of his parents' lifeless bodies. He had left them positioned still sitting on the couch as if they were watching their favorite program. Didn't touch them before he left.
Aaron knew he suffered from PTSD and was supposed to be on medication. But taking pills for the rest of his life didn't sit well with him. He always thought of his body like a temple. He wasn't tall and built like the Sarge, Sean, but he held his own pretty good.
Aaron had planned to leave California as soon as possible. But a weekend with the hot brothers before he left would be a nice distraction. But Wednesday night he left his parents house for the last time. He could not be at the house for another second.
The night before he text Finn, Wednesday evening, Aaron and his parents had sat down to dinner. Usually the conversation was mundane and reasonable. But that night his father decided to interrogate him on his plans. Whether he was leaving the corps after his time was up. If he was going to school. And then ending it with, "Have you found a nice girl to settle down with yet?"
"Girls do nothing for me." Aaron muttered under his breath. Already irritated with the direction his father was going. He was getting the anxiety he felt as a teenager. It wasn't good anxiety.
His mother gasped and his father's face went red. "Are you telling us you're a faggot?"
Aaron looked at his father with contempt. A feeling he's had towards the man for a while. It was the reason he joined the Marines so quickly out of high school. His father was a right wing nut job and he never felt comfortable in his adopted home because of it. His mother just went along with his father. Never criticizing him. Even at the detriment of their adopted son.
"If you mean do I believe I am gay then yes, I tend to think I am. Not that I've had an opportunity to explore that yet." Aaron said in a calm rage.
"Well thank god for that. The devil hasn't completely gotten to you. We'll have to start therapy immediately. At the church. To rid you of such thoughts. What has happened to the United States Marines that they would turn you this way?" His father went on trying to find blame where there wasn't any.
"The Marines did nothing! You think I became this way overnight? I've been this way all my life. I just never let you know. Because I know how you are. That's why I left so quickly. I only came home this time out of courtesy. Out of respect. You gave me a home when I was little. But I will leave in the morning. I knew this was a mistake." Aaron shot back. 24 years old and he felt like he was still being scolded by the old man. His mother just sat there in silence, as usual. Her silence gave his father permission to spew his confused beliefs. She never went against him. Ever. At that moment Aaron took pity on his mother. Knowing that she was nothing but a shell of a woman. Controlled by an overbearing bully of a man. They put on a good show when in front of others. Like they did when they met Sean and Finn at the airport. Pulled off the caring parents role to a tee.
His mother didn't even have friends. The relationship with her husband prevented it. And it was the way his father preferred it. No social engagements outside of the church. And even then they only went to make an appearance at Christmas plays or Easter celebrations. He doubted his parents told anyone he was visiting. They rarely shared 'private' family matters.
"Then when you leave tomorrow you can do us the favor of never darkening our doorstep again. If I had known that your mother had picked out a pervert for a son I would never have let the adoption go through. If you will not change from your decadent thoughts then there is no room in our lives for you. This is a godly household." His father once again started to preach.
Aaron said nothing. He got up from the table and went to his room to pack. He went to the garage first to find a box. He would take some childhood memorabilia with him. But nothing that involved his parents.
He felt the rage build up in him as he packed. When he was almost done, except for the change of clothes that he laid out for himself for the next day, board shorts and a tight tank top, he left his room for a moment to use the restroom.
When he got into the hallway he looked towards the living room and saw his parents sitting next to each other on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune. Each with the one cocktail they allowed themselves each night. The same position they had been in each night for the past twenty years that he could remember. Watching the same mindless show. It figured they picked that show since good old Pat was a right wing nut job himself.
He went back to his room and stripped down naked. A mostly naturally hairless muscular body. His pubic region groomed to match the rest of him. Then he retrieved his hunting knife that he had packed in his box. He was sweating profusely from the rage he felt. He only hoped that his scent would not give him away. The natural scent that he preferred. No chemicals would interfere with his body's natural functions. Hence the aversion to pills.
He went back into the bathroom quietly and found the long cleaning gloves his mother used when she cleaned the bathroom. He put them on. They went past his elbows.
He quietly went into the living room and he positioned himself behind his father. He quickly grabbed the man's head and slit his throat. When his father's glass dropped onto his lap his mother said, "What's the mat..." But before she could finish the word 'matter' Aaron had slit her throat as well.
He looked down and saw that he didn't even get a drop of blood on himself. Just one on the gloves. His military combat training came in handy. He had killed like this before.
As he carefully took off one glove he held the knife with the other. Then he went to the backyard, opening the sliding glass door with the ungloved hand. His fingerprints on the door could be explained. But not drops of blood.
Once outside, in the dark, he carefully took off the other glove and then rinsed them with the hose outside along with the knife. He put the knife in the gloves as he put the gloves inside out. He left the hose running for a while in the garden to dilute the small amounts of blood that were on the items. Then he, himself, jumped in the pool. Ridding himself of the tiniest DNA that could possibly be on him.
Naked and slightly wet he walked back into the house and retrieved a plastic bag and then went back outside and put the gloves and the knife into it. Then he turned off the hose and left it there, staging it like someone had watered the night before. Then he jumped in the pool again just to be safe.
He went inside and took his stuff to his car in the two car garage staying naked as he dried. The car he had left there for the last year while he was overseas. An older Corolla that looked like every other Corolla on the road. His mother's car occupied the other space and his father parked his truck outside.
He also put camping equipment in the trunk as a precaution. As he didn't really have an alibi for last night he could say he was camping a few days on the beach while he was home.
He went through the house casually wiping down door knobs and stuff. His mother usually cleaned everything anyway so it wouldn't be a stretch that the house was free from most prints. But he left partials everywhere so there wouldn't be too much suspicion.
He then went to his father's office and took the video recorder from the security system. The cameras were only outside and his father didn't have a receiver that hooked up to the net. There was no way to access recordings besides this receiver. It was the same receiver that had been there for years. He would discard it along with the knife and gloves. But not together. Once he was long gone from the house he would take it apart and leave pieces of it along the way. Or figure out something.
He then took some cash and jewelry. He wasn't going to keep the jewelry but he would keep the cash. At least it would look like a robbery gone wrong.
Once his room was empty of what he wanted to take he went to get some cleaning supplies. It would only make sense that his mother would clean it after he left. There were already fresh sheets on the bed as she changed beds this morning, as she does every two days, like his father had expected her to. Once he was done it looked like he had been gone for days.
He left the sliding door open with the screen mostly closed, but not locked, making it look like they were letting some fresh air in the house. And also to make it look like there was no forced entry. Everything else was left the way it was. Dishwasher was still going as his mother had the kitchen cleaned up and sanitized as the good little housewife she was.
Aaron stayed naked until the last possible moment. He had already put his shorts, shirt and flips into the front of the car. He only wished he could stay naked for the rest of his life. He enjoyed the freedom. The freedom he could never have gotten in this house. Being shirtless was frowned upon.
But he did finally put on his shorts. Then he shut off the lights in the garage and opened the garage door with his shirt covering his fingers. Luckily the bulb seemed to be burnt out when the door opened so he didn't have to worry about that.
His car was facing forward so he slowly pulled the car out with its lights off. Then he got out and pressed the button to close the door with his fingers still covered.
The neighborhood was quiet. People stayed to themselves here. A good thing for Aaron.
As he pulled out of the driveway he looked around and noticed no one was out and about. The street only had one light and it was at the opposite end of the block. He turned away from the light and left the car lights off for two blocks. Then he turned them on and continued towards the 10 freeway. First taking CA-210.
Halfway to Palm Springs he had a thought and decided to continue to the Salton Sea. He would be able to rid himself of the items in the sea and since it was barely populated it was an unlikely spot for a search. He could also camp.
When he stopped for gas outside of North Palm Springs he thought of the two brothers he had met at the airport. Connecting with the brothers was on his mind since he left them at LAX.
Before he left the gas station and convenience store he purchased a foam cooler, ice and a case of beer. If he was going to camp he needed beer.
When he got to the Salton Sea around 11 PM he turned off his lights and he went to the dark side of the beach. When he got out of the car he took a screwdriver and took his license plate off and threw it in the trunk. He wanted as little to identify him as possible.
It must have been over 90 degrees still. He was glad he was barely dressed.
He looked around. There were always residents at the Sea. Sort of artists and runaways. He had visited here before a few times when he was a teenager. He wanted little to identify him as possible. Hence the removal of the plate.
Once he was done with that he took his plastic bag of incriminating evidence and took a walk far down the beach. He shed his shorts before he left the car and only had on flip flops. From his time spent here in his youth he knew nudity was not a big deal at the sea. It was barely populated and the artists, who were mostly male, wouldn't give a shit.
He found a cove where he threw the first items in. The rubber gloves.
Then he walked further down. Throwing a piece of jewelry out every few yards. Far into the water. Hopefully the intense salt water would destroy them.
Further down, after all the jewelry was gone, he discarded the knife. Throwing it as far as he could. It was a long throw due to the weight of the object. He felt certain that it was unlikely it would ever be found. Unless the Sea finally dried up. Which was possible in this day and age.
Then he climbed some rocks. Far out into the dark and a long way from his car. He smashed the video receiver against the rocks and took it apart piece by piece. He threw all the pieces into the water except for the main drive.
He walked even further down the beach to an area that had never been developed. Even during the Sea's heydays. Then he threw the hard drive into the sea. It went further than the knife it seemed. It was like throwing a football. Then he took the plastic bag, put it inside out, and then put it under a rock about two feet into the water. Any DNA would soon be lost into the sea and it was doubtful anyone would notice another plastic bag along the side of the beach. There were many.
Feeling satisfied that he got rid of everything for once and for all he started the long walk back to his car. Enjoying the warm breeze on his naked body. But not the scent of the rotting fish.
When he made it back to his car he noticed no one had left the community to investigate the strange car. It wasn't unusual for strange cars to come in and camp. And he was going to camp. But not here. He'd move down the beach more towards the community but not close. The beach would be more clear of dead fish.
Once he found his spot he would set up his two man tent. He waited though to make sure he found the right spot. For now he just took out a camping chair and his cooler. He opened up a beer and then contemplated the past 6 hours. He felt no regrets. He felt free.
As he sat there with a can of beer in one hand and his balls in the other he heard someone behind him. He turned and saw a guy that looked like a hippy from the sixties. He was naked and even barefoot. Walking the sand smoking what looked like a joint.
The dude actually looked like Treat Williams in the "Hair" movie. He was pretty good looking. Nice body and tatts.
He all of a sudden noticed Aaron sitting on the beach drinking a beer and walked towards him. "You want a hit bro?" The stranger asked Aaron when he got close to him. Aaron, at first was taken back, then he just went with it.
"Sure, thanks." Aaron said. He took the joint and then took a long drag. Filling his lungs with the mild drug. As far as he was concerned weed was natural and ok to take into his body.
"You from LA bro?" The stranger asked.
"Nah man. San Diego. Just bouncing around doing a little camping. I was just deciding if this is where I want to stay for the night. You live here?" Aaron answered.
"Yeah. Set myself up in a little trailer a few months ago. Been playing with making some art. Once you get used to the smell of rotting fish this place is chill man. I'm Cash." The dude introduced himself.
Aaron thought for a moment and then said, "I'm Seth. Nice to meet you. Want a beer?" Aaron wasn't going to give anyone here his real name.
"Cool, yeah, I'll have one. But you want to go up to my deck bro? It's comfy and private. I hang out there all the time. Even in the heat. Dressed like this, it doesn't matter." Cash said.
"Yeah? Um, I guess so. I'm down. Just don't want to get dressed for a while." Aaron/Seth said. He figured even the guy's deck sounded better than the tent on the nasty dead fish beach.
"Dude, I'm all about nature. Lock up your wheels and we'll take the cooler up to the deck. I haven't hung with anyone my own age for a while. A lot of older, wanna be artists here." Cash said.
Aaron locked his car and followed his new friend to his trailer carrying the cooler. Cash had offered to help but it wasn't that big.
The trailer was set further down from the others. Closer to some decaying buildings. It still had city services. Lights and running water. The side of the trailer had a full deck. It had three foot high railings that were covered with old boards for the 'privacy' Cash had mentioned.
They went up to the deck and settled down on some worn, but nice, patio furniture. A three person type couch. "You live out here year round?" Aaron/Seth asked.
"Well, like I said, only for a few months so far, but I'm willing to go long term. I got nothing going on in the outside world." Cash said.
Aaron noticed how Seth called it the 'outside world' and he almost understood what he meant. That was how he felt at the moment. "Cool. If it wasn't for the smell this place would be perfect for me." Aaron/Seth said.
"Yeah, but without the smell there would be crowds again and that would kill it for me. I'd have to wear clothes again!" Cash laughed.
"Yeah. Can't have that. How long since you had anything on?" Aaron was curious.
"Two weeks ago when I went into Indio for some supplies. Been out of beer for a few days so I appreciate you sharing." Cash said.
"I appreciate the company." Aaron/Seth said as he raised his can of beer.
"Even another naked dude?" Cash asked with an eyebrow raised. It wasn't lost on Aaron that Cash was fishing. Feeling Aaron/Seth out.
Aaron/Seth gave him a direct answer. "Especially another naked dude."
That was what Cash was hoping to hear. So he decided to come clean. "I'm an excon man. Don't fit in well with society. Figured I'd be honest for once in my life and let you know. If I live modestly I have money that will last a while. That's why I'm really out here. No where in Cali is this cheap. You military?"
"Cool man. I was. Got thrown out of the Navy for being a fag." Aaron/Seth lied. "I got caught with another dude on ship."
"Right on. Were you fucking?" Cash asked, obviously getting a bit excited about the story.
"Nah. I'm not really experienced. We were just messing around. But we were naked and our cocks were hard. Didn't take a genious to figure out we were queers." Aaron/Seth said.
Cash's cock was growing steadily as Aaron/Seth talked. "So how 'not' experienced are we talking?"
"Never fucked or been fucked. Never sucked a cock. Barely been to second base." Aaron/Seth said. "So what were you in for?" Aaron figured he could ask personal questions too.
"They say I raped a 15 year old boy. I was his coach. The 'you can't rape the willing' doesn't apply to boys under 18 I guess. But, trust me, if anyone was doing the raping it was him. He sat on my cock willingly. But his parents found out. His old man was pissed but not like the mother. She went after me with everything she had. I'm guessing the dad was just pissed because he didn't get there first. If I could bet how it turned out, the father was getting his dick wet with the boy behind the wife's back after I went away." Cash admitted.
"Fuck! 15, eh?" Aaron/Seth asked. Getting a bit turned on.
"Yeah. Turn you on or gross you out?" Cash asked.
Aaron/Seth looked down at his throbbing cock and then looked back up at Cash, "What do you think bro?" As he smirked.
Cash got off his chair and onto his knees on the deck, "You look young too bro. Fucking hot. Found me a hot fucking boy on the nasty beach."
"Maybe I'm a nasty boy from the hot fucking beach." Aaron/Seth said.
"I could only wish man." Cash said before swallowing Aaron's cock whole. Aaron let out a deep moan.
Beyond the dead fish smell Aaron caught Cash's natural scent. Cash was natural and attractive all the way around. Naked, masculine, twisted and his pits were ripe. Checking off all of Aaron's boxes in a desired male.
As Aaron got more excited he stood up and pushed Cash down on his back. He turned around and kneeled down over Cash's head and then took Cash's cock into his own mouth. He had never had the opportunity to actually have a cock in his mouth so he took his time. Mostly bathing it with his tongue. Cash didn't seem to mind. If his moaning was any indication.
Instead of going for Aaron's cock though, Cash spread his ample cheeks and dove into his hole. Using his tongue aggressively. Tongue fucking him. Aaron didn't ever have anyone play with his ass before and he liked it. He had long been fantasizing about it. Recently he had been fantasizing about Sergeant Sean fucking him. But this nasty ex-con would be a nice substitute.
Aaron moaned around Cash's cock. He knew if he ever had the opportunity to be with a man, or a teenager for that matter, he would be the bottom. He wanted to be a bottom and be used. He moaned and whimpered more around the ample cock that was in his mouth.
Cash became aggressive. He pushed Aaron off of him and put him on his back, "Wanna be my bitch? I haven't had a regular cunt for a while." He said as he kneeled over Aaron ready to kiss him.
Then before Aaron had a chance to answer, Cash shoved his tongue in Aaron's mouth. Aaron learned for the first time what his ass tasted like. They made out like crazy. Aaron was in heaven. By chance meeting someone aggressive and hot. And twisted.
Cash pulled off of his face and stood up on his knees and then he lifted Aaron's ass off of the floor and pushed Aaron's knees back to his chest. He ate him out again. Not seeming to get enough. "Fucking love this hairless cunt. Like a young boy's."
"Want me to be your boy, daddy? Wanna fuck your boy?" Aaron asked. Playing his role.
"I want to fuck you all night mother fucker." Cash said before getting up and going to the trailer. He brought out lube and two pills. Aaron cringed. Cash saw it.
"It's just Molly dude. You're a virgin. You'll enjoy it better. I don't want to hurt you. Even though I do, if you know what I mean. I want to hurt you good bro." Cash said with a sneer. "Hottest piece I've had in a while."
Aaron whimpered at that and decided this once he would check it out. A pill. He wanted to feel nothing but good and he knew from what he heard the first time would be painful.
Aaron popped a pill and took a long pull from his beer. He was already feeling a slight buzz from the beer. He didn't know what the molly would do to him.
The two men started to make out again. Aaron even dove into Cash's pit savoring his taste. His deep earthy and musky taste hidden beneath his arm. Aaron always loved the smell but never had the pleasure of the taste. It was his new favorite taste.
They felt each other up all over. Every place imaginable. Aaron explored Cash's body like a kid with a new toy. He even ate Cash's ass for a while. Knowing now that his mouth was made to pleasure masculine men's pits, cocks and asses.
At some point Cash was eating his ass again. It was when the Molly started to take hold. On one hand he became completely relaxed and on the other he became more horny than he ever was in his life.
"Fuck me man!" He yelled out to Cash. "I need your cock. Fucking hot cock." His voice was demanding.
Cash pulled his face out of Aaron's ass, Seth's to him, and said, "I don't have any rubbers. It will have to be bare. You down?"
"Fuck yes. Load me up with your twisted cum man. I don't care. Need your cock." Aaron said. He knew the dangers and really didn't care. "Rape my ass fucker. Do it."
Cash was more than happy to oblige. He didn't have condoms for a reason. He hated them. Nothing like skin on skin. And dumping a load into a young cunt turned him on more than anything. He didn't know how old this Seth dude was but he looked 17 in the moonlight. And his hole looked younger and fresher than that. He was totally down.
Cash laid down on his back next to Aaron/Seth. Aaron looked at him oddly and Cash said, "Sit on my cock man. Control it till I'm all the way in. Trust me. It will be easier on you."
Aaron did as he said and positioned himself over Cash. He had a knee on each side of Cash's torso. Cash put lube onto his own cock and then swiped some on Aaron's hole. "Lower yourself slowly, stud. Sink onto my cock. Give me that boy hole."
Aaron did as he said and lowered himself till the tip of Cash's cock was at his hole. Cash held his cock pointing it where it needed to go. Aaron pushed down a little more. Felt the knob knocking at his cunt. Naturally he started to pucker it in and out. Cash felt this and thought for a moment that this Seth dude might be lying about being a virgin. But then, as Cash entered him Aaron/Seth screamed out. No, he was a virgin. Wasn't expecting that first sharp pain.
But Aaron was determined. He didn't let the pain get to him. He was a fucking Marine. He kept a steady ride down that shaft until he felt his muscular ass hit Cash's hips. "Fuck yeah!" Cash yelled out. "Fucking inside you boy. You ok?"
Aaron adjusted for a moment and then said, "Finally have a cock in me. I've wanted it all my life."
"Oh yeah baby, you're going to be a bottom slut. Going to need lots of cock from now on. The way your muscles worked my cock at the beginning was like you were a pro. Born for this. Let me know when I can start to fuck you good." Cash said.
"I need it. Start anytime." Aaron said, breathing heavy into Cash's mouth. His spit dripping into Cash.
Cash was more than turned on now but wanted it to last. He also wanted to be as nasty and twisted as possible. He grabbed onto Aaron/Seth and stood himself up. The molly makes him feel like superman. Once he was stable on his feet, carrying the man with his hands holding his ass, he walked down the steps to the beach.
"Where are we going?" Aaron asked, not really caring.
"I wanna fuck you on the beach. Wanna get caught. Wanna make your first time memorable." Cash said as he struggled to walk while carrying the man and keeping his cock inside of him.
"It already is. But I'm game. Do what you want. Just fuck me. Mark my fucking ass, bro." Aaron said as he held onto Cash's neck. Cash was happy to comply.
Cash kneeled down on the sand first, far from the dead fish that had washed up on shore, and laid Aaron/Seth on his back. He kept Aaron's ass up at first pulling it tight against his pelvis. "We're out in the open, bro. Anyone can walk by and see me taking your virginity. What do you think about that?"
"Will they want to fuck me too?" Aaron asked in a drug fueled, horned up, daze.
"Fucking little slut. Yeah, they might. You want that? More cock?" Cash asked.
"After you use me. Then yeah..." Aaron said with his eyes closed.
Cash turned Aaron/Seth around while still on his cock. He wanted him on all fours. If he wanted to get used he was going in deep. Aaron/Seth got into position like it was natural for him. He had his ass up high and his head on his forearms in the sand.
"Fuck yeah slut. Fucking born for this." Cash said as he started to plow Aaron. He held on to Aaron's hips and really started to go at it. Making sure that Aaron/Seth felt every inch of his thick cock.
As he was shoving himself deep into Aaron/Seth a neighbor was walking along the beach. An older dude named Roy. Another fake artist that is just escaping the world like he was. Roy was wearing some ratty old towel for no reason. It had holes in it big enough for his cock to swing out of every now and then. Roy walked right towards them.
"Find a new toy Cash?" Roy asked.
"Yep, a hot little slut. Needs cock." Cash said, not slowing down. "Too bad you're another bottom."
Roy made believe he was insulted for a minute and then recovered. "Well, yeah. I was hoping you were out myself to get some but I see you're busy. Malcolm is out though. I'll go see what he's up to."
"Bring him here and we'll trade back and forth. I took a hit of molly. I'll be going for a while." Cash said.
Aaron winched when he heard that. He never imagined he'd be in some sort of orgy with strangers. But, when he thought longer about it, why not?
"Sound good, bro? Malcolm has a bigger cock than I do. He'll reem you good." Cash asked, never easing up on the fuck he was giving Aaron.
"Whatever you want." Aaron/Seth said. Realizing he didn't mind at all. The more cock the merrier at this point. The molly was definitely making this all worth it. He wasn't feeling pain at all anymore. Just intense pleasure.
"What we got here? Cash found himself a plaything on the beach. Why don't that ever happen to me?" It was Malcolm. Cash looked up at him.
"Was a virgin till a few minutes ago. For the size of your cock though probably will still be a virgin till you're done with him. I'm only nine inches. That 11 will go in deep." Cash said to Malcolm as he noticed Roy following behind. Roy still had the towel attempting to cover his little cock. That was the thing about this boy. He had a nice 7 or 8 inch cock. Probably somewhere in between. Nice to play with. Roy was just good for his hole.
"Let me at him, Cash. You can practice on old Roy for a while. Then we'll trade." Malcolm said.
Aaron didn't even look up. But he did whimper when Cash's cock pulled out. He felt so empty. But that didn't last long. All of a sudden he felt a hot searing pole at the entrance to his hole. As it entered it spread him even wider than Cash did.
Malcolm didn't stop sinking in, despite the boy's whimpers and crying out. The boy was tight and Malcolm was enjoying it. Roy's cunt was stretched out and sloppy by giving it up to everyone on the beach. This boy was almost a virgin and felt like it.
When Malcolm did bottom out it felt like his cock had made it up to Aaron's chest. "What's its name?" Malcolm asked Cash.
"Says it's Seth." Cash said as he was fucking Roy over a picnic bench.
"You don't believe him?" Malcolm asked.
"Do any of us use our real name?" Cash asked.
"You got a point there buddy. You got a point. Now I'm going to wreck this hole so you try to get off in old Roy there. You may not want this once I'm done with it." Malcolm said.
"I'll still fuck it. Make sure you go and dump it deep so it will spill out around my cock. Nothing better than used pussy, man." Cash said.
Malcolm fucked him real good. Determined to give the boy his first load. And after about ten minutes he shot off inside Aaron/Seth. When Cash heard that he pulled out of Roy leaving the older man on top of the picnic table with his gaping hole open to the heavens.
Cash didn't care. He wanted to dump his load in the boy. Feel Malcolm's load surround his cock when he did. Then he was going to take the boy back to his trailer and fuck him again. Maybe all night.
And that's what happened. Cash and Aaron/Seth left Roy and Malcolm on the beach without saying a word. Cash took him back to his bed in the trailer.
When Aaron laid down in Cash's unmade bed he smelled Cash all around him. The sheets were obviously not changed for a long time. His mother would have died if she wasn't dead already. The sheets smelled like Cash's musk and sex. Aaron loved the smell.
Cash kept his promise and fucked Aaron all night. By the time the sun rose Cash had turned him into a hungry bottom. Another promise kept. Aaron left Cash that morning with a happy stretched out hole. Probably never to see him again.
He headed to Palm Springs and got a room at an obscure hotel by the 10. Nothing a tourist would want.
Once he was settled he text Finn that Thursday evening. He was pleased by the response he received a few hours later.
Stay tuned for Chapter Three already in the works! Thank you for all the encouragement. I hope the introduction of Aaron's life was entertaining. Does Aaron have anything instore for the brothers besides hot sex?
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