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Beach
Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: iamyourforever, Source: xHamster
"This is a sex vacation," Tommy said. "You know what that means." I was quiet and did not reply feeling both excitement and trepidation at the prospect of another beach vacation. "I know you know what that means," injected Tommy into the silence. "Yes," I said. "So be prepared." Tommy had purposely given me 10 days notice of his intentions. 10 days to wonder. 10 days to speculate. 10 days to be anxious. 10 days to think about our past two beach vacations. One thing I knew for sure: I would be naked most of the time - whether in our rented condo or at the nude beach --while Tommy would be dressed. Tommy didn't like being naked. While I slept naked at Tommy's insistence, he always wore boxers and a t-shirt. In fact, the only times I saw Tommy naked was in the shower or when we had sex. He didn't even take off his clothes at the nude beach. I knew I would be naked except for five dog choke chains I would be wearing on each appendage and around my neck. Tommy created them from dog chains he purchased in the Pet Department at Wal-Mart four years ago when we went to Florida for our first beach vacation. Cut to size and then attached with a small oval link and some superglue, there was no way to remove them without Tommy's help and a bolt cutter. It was humiliating. I remember getting on an elevator at the condo and feeling stares from everyone. You can't help but notice the dog chain I had around my neck which is no big deal until you ...
... notice the same chains around each wrist and each ankle. Tommy said he loved having me in these chains because he could (and did) quickly immobilize me with a couple of zip ties and release me just as quickly with only a pair of scissors. I prepared myself for Tommy to introduce something new. Some new behavior. Some new sex toy. Some new dynamic into our sexuality. On each beach vacation Tommy tested new components to our relationship. Starting four years ago when we first planned on going to the nude beach for a week, Tommy would plan, organize and surprise me with a new sexual twist. After the vacation was over, we would have a candid discussion about the experiences and decide what aspects we would integrate into our sex life back home. Four years ago at the beach. It is here that the story - and my transformation began. ---- The first beach vacation seemed to focused on my ass. Actually it is more correct to say that Tommy focused on my ass. It started on our drive south to the rented condo in Florida. We stopped to eat breakfast and when we were done Tommy pulled out a chrome-plated metal plug and set it on the table. "I know people don't have dessert with breakfast but I have a dessert for you." He stood up and picked up the bill. "Go in the bathroom and put that in," he ordered. "But I don't have any lube, "I said. "I do. You can go to the bathroom and wait for me to put it in you or put it in yourself - use spit, soap - whatever you want for ...