Biini Boy

Bikini Boy

A straight beach bum meets a guy in a bikini.

I read a short story years ago where, while screwing a dude trying on a speedo in a dressing room, a store clerk growls, "Take it, bikini boy!". I always thought that the phrase "bikini boy" was smoking hot on many levels of domination, emasculation and objectification that it inspired this story line. It includes the Dom's perspective and is a little darker than my other tales, so I hope you enjoy it.

WARNING: This is NOT a continuation of previous chapters AND may strain credulity for some readers.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

Cody locked his bicycle to the rack, peeled off his tee shirt, stuck it in the back pocket of his board shorts and began his morning jog along the beach. The recent college grad enjoyed these early morning jaunts before the summer crowds arrived, but since it was Tuesday morning this stretch of beach along the bay would likely be deserted much of the day. Cody inhaled the fresh salty air as he ran on this perfect morning, relishing his last summer of freedom before he got serious about getting a job after Labor Day. Cody cringed at the thought of trading in his carefree beach bum life for the soul crushing drudgery of being an office drone for the next forty years, moving out of his folk's garage apartment, getting up early, shaving every day, wearing a suit and tie, getting regular haircuts and having to lose his earrings and trading in his scruffy look for that of a professional adult. At least he could get one last summer of enjoying the beach, bumming around and banging drunken chicks that found his scruffy look and athletic build irresistible.

As Cody jogged along the beach, with his almost shoulder length chestnut brown hair whipping in the breeze and his already bronzed buff body catching some rays, he noted that the only other person in sight was a guy treading for clams in the calm, waist-deep water. He assumed that the twenty-five-foot cabin cruiser anchored close to shore belonged to the clammer. Someday soon I'll have a boat that nice, he thought as he jogged past.

When he reached the two-mile mark, Cody turned around and headed back. At the halfway point, he waded into the water and swam out to the channel marker and back. He stood up in the waist deep water to find the current had carried him close to the dude that was still clamming.

Cody almost laughed out loud. The clammer was about thirty, tanned, trim, fit...and wearing a tiny little bright yellow bikini! The dude gave him a nod and a smile, but Cody couldn't resist...

"So how many cocks do you have to suck to get a bikini like that?" he teased.

"Just one!" the clammer smiled back and gave his package a tug. "I'm Dan," he extended his hand.

Cody was a little hesitant to accept the hand that was still warm from the dude's bulge, but he shook it anyway, "Cody. I was just teasing."

"That's okay, it actually gets me a lot of pussy," Dan stated proudly.

"Really...?" Cody figured that Dan was joshing him.

"No lie. Wanna try it on?" Dan offered. "We can switch suits," Dan waded into waist deep water and pulled off his bikini, holding the small wisp of yellow fabric out to Cody expectantly.

Dan had to be kidding... Cody wouldn't be caught dead in that fruity bikini...but there was something erotic about the thought of wearing a suit that daring...even more erotic was the thought of wearing another dudes bikini...having the same fabric that had nestled Dan's equipment, intimately cupping Cody's suddenly chubbing cock and balls was a wild thought...it would almost be like rubbing their rods against each other.

"Uhm," Cody mumbled but didn't say no. Dan was a lot leaner so his bikini would look even smaller on Cody.

"C'mon, don't be a wimp. You'll look hot in my bikini and I think you'll enjoy it."

"Uhm," Cody was straight, but flashed back on his few fumbling encounters with other dudes, that guy that stroked him a bit at the urinal in a club until the door opened and Cody fled in panic, the very drunken mutual handjob with his college roommate, the homoerotic things he and the other pledges did when being hazed by the frat brothers.

He may have normally been an outgoing, friendly straight dude, but just like in all those past homoerotically charged incidents in his past, despite his very deep misgivings about yielding to another man, Cody found himself again sliding into the uncomfortable role of an obedient submissive, "Uhm, okay, I'll try it on."

Cody meekly peeled off his board shorts and surrendered them to Dan in exchange for the bikini. They looked as big as a flag compared to the tiny bikini. He modestly turned his back to Dan as he stepped into the bikini and pulled it up his legs and over his ass. As Dan stepped into Cody's baggy board shorts, he took the opportunity to check out Cody's beefy white buns that were clearly visible under the water until the bikini covered them. Well, covered about half of them.

"It's too small," Cody complained with an edge of disappointment in his voice. It wasn't a big surprise that the small bikini was downright skimpy on the younger man since Cody had a thicker, gym toned physique versus Dan's trim runner's build.

"You're just not used to the snug fit. Let me see," Dan grabbed his bicep and steered Cody to shallower water. Cody looked around nervously to check that no one was in sight and instinctively put his hands over his crotch as it emerged from the water. Somehow the very brief yellow swimsuit made him feel more exposed than if he'd been naked.

Dan checked the fit of the bikini on Cody's meaty rear, "I see the problem. You tried to pull it up too high." Dan ran a fingertip under the waistband along the top of Cody's butt, causing the younger man to shudder at the intimate contact. "Let me fix it for you," the older man husked as he reached into the leg openings of the bikini and slid the back of the suit down so that the top two inches of untanned boy butt were left exposed to the sun for the first time in Cody's life, while the seamed seat now lovingly cupped and separated his beefy butt cheeks.

Cody felt like a helpless little boy as he stood with his hands shyly over his bulge as the older man fixed his clothes for him because he didn't know how to dress himself properly. He didn't even object as the man wrapped his arms around his waist to fish out the bikini strings just above his cock and tied them to hold his new swimsuit in place. "There you go, buddy," the man soothed as he tucked the bow in just above the stud's cock and then gave his spandex clad butt a gentle pat. "Let's see how you look," Dan stepped back and drank in the sight of the young beach bum's bikinied butt as Cody self-consciously turned around to face him. Dan grabbed his wrists and moved his hands to his sides for a better view, "Looks good on you! You should always wear a bikini."

Cody blushed.

Dan lifted a mesh bag of clams, "Hungry? Whattaya say I crack these bad boys open? Come on." Dan took his new bikini boy by the hand and led him towards his boat. Cody meekly allowed himself to be led, but his heart was pounding in his chest. What the hell was happening? One minute he was doing his morning workout and the next he was wearing a VERY brief yellow bikini and strolling through thigh deep water while holding hands with another guy! Thank heavens that there was no one around to see them. Dan had been very free with his hands, so there was no doubt that joining him on his boat while wearing this daringly brief bikini was a BAD idea...a VERY bad idea.

But the next thing he knew, they were at the boat and Dan was "helping" him in by grabbing a beefy butt cheek and boosting Cody into the boat. Once he was onboard, the young man became even more compliant since he innately sensed that this was Dan's boat and Dan was in command. Dan easily climbed aboard after him and pulled a couple of vodka seltzers from his well-stocked cooler. "Here you go, buddy. You are over twenty-one, right?" he teased.

Cody smiled, "Yeah, I'm 23, just graduated from college." He cracked open the seltzer and took a swig of the refreshingly cold, fruit flavored vodka seltzer. Probably not a good idea so early in the morning and on an empty stomach. But Dan was already making quick work of opening the clams and soon had a tray of a dozen fresh clams on the half shell on ice with hot sauce and lemon. Cody downed the first one and it was delicious, but the sauce was extra hot so he washed it down with a healthy swig of vodka laced seltzer. He was so busy chatting with Dan that he didn't realize that in just a few minutes he had downed a half dozen clams and polished off the seltzer. Dan immediately popped another can open for the buzzed beach bum. He was starting to sweat from the hot sauce, so he gratefully took another couple of good swigs while Dan cleaned up the clams. By the time Dan finished, Cody had drained his second seltzer and was feeling a lot less insecure about being on another man's boat while wearing such a revealing bikini.

Dan was easy to talk to and a generous host, keeping the food and drink coming, "How about some real food? You can have half my sub." The next thing Cody knew, he was devouring an awesome sandwich while working on his third vodka seltzer. They finished eating and Dan suddenly had a thought, "Hey, Cody. We better get some sunscreen on you before your untanned bits get sunburnt. Lay down in the stern." Dan stood up to get the sunscreen and Cody's baggy board shorts slipped off his waist and landed on the deck. Cody laughed and only laughed harder when Dan held his arms out like a magician and announced, "Ta- DAH!" He pulled a bottle of lotion out of the console, "Forget the suit. It's just us guys anyway. Lay down so I can get this on you before you get burnt."

Cody was still chuckling as he laid face down on the cushioned bench seat that ran the width of the stern and propped himself up on his elbows as he took another sip of seltzer. He looked back over his shoulder to see Dan squirt some lotion into his hands and realized that he was about to allow a naked, older man slather his exposed rear end with lotion. He finished off the last of his liquid courage and jumped a bit when Dan's hands started to apply the cool lotion to the backs of his thighs. Cody looked around nervously but took comfort in the fact that he was hidden from view by the sides of the boat. Dan started to sensuously massage the lotion into the untanned back of the younger man's thighs, his fingers running along the outside, tracing the high leg openings of the tiny yellow bikini, then down, then back up, with his thumbs sliding greasily along the sensitive inner thighs until they gently brushed Cody's balls through his bikini. He gasped at the sensation of having his sensitive zones manhandled and felt his cock pop up to a full erection beneath him.

Dan then moved up to caress the top part of his butt cheeks that his bikini didn't cover, working his fingertips under the waistband, taking liberties with the compliant bikini boy's solid mounds. Dan moved on, running his hands down around the sides of Cody's waist until he reached the cushion. "Lift up, buddy. I have to get it everywhere. It's okay, relax, it's just us guys..."

Alarm bells were going off in the bikini boy's head, but he compliantly lifted his hips to allow the older man better access to his athletic body. He felt a man's hands slide under him, around the front of his waist, fingertips inside his bikini, one brushing the sensitive head of his erection, causing him to inhale and blush. "It's okay, Cody... We're guys...that happens...it's just between us guys," Dan soothed his bikini boy as his hands continued exploring. Dan spread lotion over the tops of his thighs, working down the outsides and then back up the insides, his hands gently brushing over the raging hardon stretching the obscenely small yellow bikini.

Cody just stared ahead blankly as his full attention was focused on the intense sensation of another man's hands on his body and brushing against his erection. Suddenly the hands were gone and Dan sat down in front of him on the bench seat, so close to him that the older man's right thigh was pressing against his elbows. But what really focused Cody's attention was Dan's fully erect cock standing proudly from his lap! Before he could even react, Dan grabbed Cody's hand, wrapped it around his hard cock and guided it up and down the shaft, "Help me out, buddy. Nobody's around...just us guys, helping each other out...it's cool...nobody will ever know..."

Dan kept sliding his fist up and down and Cody not only let it happen, but he also felt his own cock twitch in response to having his hand wrapped around a hard cock. After several strokes, Dan removed his hand and laid it on Cody's shoulder while the bikini boy continued with the pumping.

Dan continued to verbally encourage the younger stud, "That's it, buddy. Help me out...make me feel good...yeah...put some spit on it." Cody spit on the hard cock to lube it and spread his saliva over Dan's pulsating cock with his fist. Dan's hand moved from Cody's back to his bicep, feeling the muscle clench and relax as it diligently masturbated him. "Yeah... your spit feels so good on my cock...help me out Cody...it's just us guys...let me feel your warm spit on my cock...it'll be okay...you know you wanna...let me feel it...nobody will know...just between us guys... let me feel your warm spit on my cock." Dan's other hand moved to the back of Cody's head...

Cody paused. He knew what was expected of him. Dan wanted to feel Cody's warm mouth on his hard cock. But it entailed crossing a line from which there was no return. Hand jobs were one thing, but once you willingly put another man's cock in your mouth, you were a cocksucker, there was no going back. There was something egalitarian in a hand job, you and the other man were typically sitting side by side as equals, but giving a blowjob meant prostrating yourself before another man. It was an act of acquiescence, of submission, of surrender. Taking another man's cock in your mouth, bobbing your head on it, sucking it and slathering your tongue on it for his pleasure was an admission of his superiority - and your own inferiority, your own inadequacy, your own desperation to prove that you are least worthy enough to service a true man. Once you sucked a cock, you were a cocksucker forever...forever inferior, forever inadequate, forever desperate to suck cock...forever...

Dan urged him on, "Go ahead...do it...it's okay, Cody...you're a bikini boy now."

That's when Cody yielded, not because he was wearing a bikini, but because he realized that he had already surrendered to Dan. He had surrendered the moment he removed his masculine board shorts and surrendered them to Dan, he had surrendered when he had stepped into the risqué bikini, he had surrendered when he had allowed Dan to lace him into it, he had surrendered when he didn't object to Dan taking him by the hand like a lover, he had surrendered when he climbed aboard Dan's boat, he had surrendered when he let a naked Dan rub sunscreen on him, essentially erasing his masculine tan line, he had surrendered when Dan had wrapped his hand around his hard cock, he had surrendered when he used his saliva as lube on Dan's cock, he had surrendered when he had kept pumping Dan's cock unbidden... there was only one surrender left...

Cody leaned forward, parted his lips, and crossed the line.

Dan moaned above him when he felt Cody's soft lips close around his shaft just below the head. Cody applied some suction as he swirled his tongue around the spongy head, eliciting another deep moan from Dan.

"Yeaaaaah...that's nice..." Dan encouraged, his fingers on the back of Cody's head stroked the young man's thick hair like he was a puppy. "Make me feel good buddy...make me feel good..."

Having crossed the line, Cody obediently dove down about halfway on the shaft before pulling back up to tongue the head again. Dan seemed to like that, so he started to use more tongue action to the shaft as he dove back down again, applying more suction as he dove down almost to the base.

"Fuccccck yeaaaaah..." Dan's head fell back in pleasure as he moaned in response to Cody's ministrations on his hard shaft, "That's sooo good, Cody. Your mouth feels amazzzzzzzing...."

Cody surprised himself as he started to really get into the blowjob. It was as if a barrier had given way inside him as he started to bob faster on Dan's cock, sucking harder, slathering his tongue over every inch of the hard cock in his mouth, diving down as far as he could without gagging, enjoying the feeling of Dan's hand clutching a handful of hair on the back of his head, taking pride in the pleasure his mouth was delivering to the older man's drooling cock.

"Damn... you're an amazing cocksucker, Cody..." Dan enthused, "You sure you never did this before...?"

Cody pulled off long enough to pant, "Never..." before diving back into his cocksucking.

"Damn... Then you're a goddamn natural, buddy... Show me what you got..."

Cody the cocksucker didn't need to be asked twice. He bobbed faster, dove deeper, sucked harder and increased his tongue-lashing. Being called a cocksucker had stung his pride a bit, but it also made him determined to give Dan the best blowjob of his life.

Dan's hand stroked Cody's long hair as it cascaded down and tickled Dan's belly as his cocksucker's head bobbed up and down on his cock. Dan's hand raked Cody's long sun-streaked chestnut hair back and tucked it behind the young beach bum's pierced ear so he could see the young man's handsome face sucking on his cock. "There's daddy's beautiful bikini boy..." Dan gently teased as his thumb gently flicked his bikini boy's small hoop earring.

Cody felt a flutter down in his core at the compliment and his hard cock twitched in his bikini against the seat cushion. He could tell that this wasn't just sex talk, his new daddy truly thought that Cody was beautiful... The compliment and the gentle way that Daddy stroked his hair and ear made Cody feel special, cherished and validated as only the approval of a boy's Daddy can. Cody responded by making long sweet love to Daddy's hard cock while gently teasing his plump balls with his fingertips. Dan relished the sensations on his cock and balls for a few minutes until the combination of his bikini boy's eagerly sucking mouth and the gentle touch of his fingers on his balls drove Dan to the point of no return.

"I'm gonna cum....!" Dan moaned. "Take it, Cody! Swallow Daddy's load like a good bikini boy!" Consumed by the primal passion to inject his seed, Dan grabbed Cody's head and wedged his cockhead in the straight young man's throat. Cody felt a moment of panic at the announcement of Dan's orgasm. He felt that taking another man's cum in his mouth would be a point of no return. In his straight dude existence, swallowing was something that only sluts did. If he let Dan cum in his mouth, Cody would be forever marked as a cum-slut...

Then it happened.

Cody felt Dan's cock spasm and jet after jet of hot cum shot straight down his throat, seeding him, soiling him, marking him as a cum-slut forever. Dan put it into words for him, "Take it! Take it all, bikini boy! Yeah! You love it! Swallow every drop like a good cocksucker..." Cody had no choice. He was impaled on Dan's ejaculating cock so like it or not, he was taking the older man's load without even swallowing...

Cody may have been straight when he first lowered his head on Dan's cock, but as he pulled off the softening cock and the sour taste of another man's cum became clear on his tongue, he was stunned to realize that in just a few minutes time he had become a cocksucker and a cum-slut. Cody was even more stunned to realize that he liked it...he wanted to be a cocksucker and a cumslut for men like Dan.