Perseverance - Sex Stories

Perseverance

... from it, and looking up into the German's eyes and giving him a smile.

By the time Heinz and Jordie were getting up to find Wharf 2A at the Circular Quay to take the ferry to Walton's Bay out to the end of the South Head Peninsula, Sam had arranged to take the rest of the shift off. He managed to get on the same ferry Heinz and Jordie were taking before it cast off. Jordie and his john went to the bow of the ferry, where Heinz put a possessing arm around Jordie's waist and the young man pointed out the various sites of interest along the long harbor run out to South Head. Sam hovered back toward the stern, keeping the two in sight. Jordie may or may not have caught a glimpse of the waiter dogging them, and his slight smile may or may not have been in recognition of the other young man's perseverance.

Sam gave a low sigh when he saw the German's broad hand cup one of Jordie's butt cheeks.

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After walking up and down the surf line at Lady Jane Beach arm in arm in the buff, both of them attracting smiles, gasps, murmurs of appreciation, and fantasies, Heinz and Jodie found a dip between dunes at the top of the beach where they could lay and fuck in private. Not in private, of course. After that parading around, other guys would seek out where they went to fuck and several of them put themselves into position to watch the show. There was every reason to believe Heinz wanted them to watch him fuck the American honey.

Jordie was lying on his back on a large ...

... beach towel, a hulking, bodybuilder muscular, smooth-skinned, nearly bald Nordic god hovering between his spread thighs, supporting and lifting the smaller male whore's body, with pelvis raised, with a strong arm under Jordie's waist. Heinz's other hand was clutching Jordie's throat, holding the young man's head pushed into the sand. Jordie's thighs were spread, his legs bent, his heels dug into the sand, giving the young man leverage to rock with the fuck. Jordie's hands were clutching the German's beefy biceps, his fingers opening and closing to the rhythm of the hulking man's strong, relentless, thrusts.

"Do it," Jordie murmured through clinched teeth.

Jordie suffered. That he was a rent-boy, paid to suffer like this, groaning and whimpering and whispering that Heinz was almost too much for him to endure. That, of course, was what Heinz was paying a high fee to hear.

Probably thanks to the drugs the German took to enhance his muscularity, he wasn't built big. But he had what was called a beer-can cock, extraordinarily thick, which taxed Jordie painfully as he forced himself in. Until he was fully saddled and had stretched Jordie to his relentless need, Jordie was writhing, gasping, and panting under him. When the rhythm of the plowing was established and the thick cock was being accommodated and was sliding in and out unchallenged, Jordie was able to relax, fling his arms out in a sacrificial stance, his fingers digging into the sand on either side of the edge of the ...