Beach - Sex Stories

Beach

... &#034What's the matter?&#034 he whispered. &#034Can't you see? I am too excited to be caged.&#034 &#034Stick your dick through the hole and I will help you -- chug-a-lug you -- so you can release and imprison yourself, he said.&#034 I smiled at the strange phrasing. &#034Chug-a-lug.&#034 It was what Tommy, a Red Hot Chili Peppers fan, said instead of &#034blowjob&#034 when we had sex. And I so I stuck my dick in the hole and looked up at the ceiling. I came in a few minutes, partly because I was so excited at the prospect of a blow job in a public bathroom but mostly because Tommy had years of practice sucking my cock and knew exactly what to do to get me off. After I came I sat down on the toilet to catch my breath. I didn't even notice that I was alone again. I wiped my dick off with some toilet paper and quickly put my nuts through the metal base followed by my now flaccid cock as Tommy had instructed me to. I slid my cock into the metal cage and secured the metal cage to the base with a small lock. Tommy was sitting in the driver's seat in the car with the window rolled down exactly where he was when I left him to go into the bathroom. &#034Any trouble?&#034 he asked. &#034You were gone a long time.&#034 &#034Nope,&#034 I replied with s mile looking directly into his blue eyes. &#034All set to go.&#034 Tommy just smiled back at me. We both knew what had happened in the rest room. We both knew that we both knew. We spoke nothing of it. &#034Give me the key,&#034 he ...

... demanded in a way I had not heard him speak before. I did. Then he said, &#034You know your days of touching your cock are over, don't you?&#034 I nodded with a smile because what I heard Tommy say was &#034You won't be getting yourself off during this vacation, I will do it for you.&#034 &#034Hmmmm.&#034 Tommy mused scratching his head. 'OK.' ----- Forty Eight Hours Later Tommy had not engaged me sexually for the next two days. No enemas. No shaving. No fucking. No nothing. Yet I was so horny. And while I found myself increasingly aroused, I could not get hard. Don't get me wrong. I certainly got erect but only to the point where the chastity cage would let me. I would wake in discomfort in the middle of the night with a would-be erection begging to be released but I couldn't do anything about it. My thoughts started focusing more and more on sex even though we weren't doing anything. I never realized how much I actually touched my cock throughout the day and how often I rubbed my erection during the night. Not until now. When I couldn't touch myself. Each day we would go to the beach and I would lay on a towel naked except for the chains on each appendage and my cage. I had been naked on the beach before during our vacations but this time it was different. The cage encapsulating my cock acted like a man magnet. It seemed to draw every guy on the beach to come and survey my predicament. And stare. And smile. And grab their semi-hard cocks. One time, Tommy even had to be mean to an ...