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The routine was the same as yesterday. I slipped into the beach dressing room and handed my clothes to the attendant on the other side of the curtain. Shortly after, he handed me a black bag with the same skimpy monokini from yesterday.
Completely nude I looked at myself in the full-length mirror once more. My escapades on the beach were literally seared into my skin, my body tan and smooth save for the stark white lines of the slutty swimsuit which outlined my nipples, trailed down my hairless stomach and then vanished under my small cock and balls. I turned slightly to look at my tanned ass...my 'marshmallow' as Roger called it. I grabbed a handful ass cheek and shook it. This is what he was after, wasn't he? My stomach churned with butterflies as I let go and watched my cheeks jiggle in my own reflection.
As I bent over to put on my swimsuit, the curtain suddenly opened and a tall man stepped into the dressing stall with me. I gasped and tried to cover up, quickly recognizing him as one of the two men that had cum all over my ass yesterday. Dusty.
Dusty was another older man like Roger. He was slightly balding and not quite as wide as Rog but definitely had a thicker dad bod.
"Oh, I thought that was you, Cupcake." Dusty grinned, lust in his pale blue eyes. Cupcake? What was with these old men and their pet names? Maybe because he frosted my ass yesterday like a cake??
"I'm still thinking about our little tryst yesterday. Your cute little buns looked so sweet drenched in my cum. Turn around let me see them again." He beckoned.
"Uh, no, no. I'm late," I lied. "I'm supposed to meet Roger."
"Hmph. Why does that Roger always get the cute ones? It's his big daddy dick, huh? That what you like?" Dusty asked, crossing his arms over his gray-haired chest. He was wearing a red speedo embroidered with a shark, the outline of his thick cock and balls staring me directly in the face.
"Uh, I-I don't know," I admitted as I pressed myself to the back side of the stall, hands crossed over my dick.
"Well then he's a lucky guy. But don't worry, you and I will have our fun too." Dusty moved from the wall and took a half step towards me, pushing his hips out until the speedo covered bulge was pressed into the back of my hands covering my crotch.
"Rog always shares his boys with me," Dusty grinned, running a hand up my spine, past my neck and ruffling the top of my head.
"I can be patient. Well go on, get dressed. Go get your big daddy dick before I get impatient and fuck you right here in this stall." Dusty sighed, leaning back against the wall.
"Uhm. Y-yeah, okay. Can I have some privacy?" I asked, I could still feel the heat from his dick on the back of my hands.
"Huh? Privacy? Honey, Seahorses don't get privacy," Dusty said, quirking a curious brow. "Go on. Put your suit on, Cupcake."
My face turned beat red. This was the man that had first cum on my ass less than 12 hours ago. Slowly I stood and let my hands fall by my side, my legs pressed together as if that would hide somehow hide my small dick from Dusty's leering eyes.
Dusty scoffed immediately and grinned.
"Aha! Oh, sorry Cupcake, I'm sorry. That's just such a sweet, tiny little dicklet you've got there. It's like a clit!" Quicker than I could react, Dusty thrust his hips towards me and rubbed his speedo covered cock against mine.
"So smooth though, too! Looks cute with those tan lines, too. Okay, turn around, get your suit on, sweetie."
Blushing, I turned my ass to Dusty and bent down to retrieve my suit, my butt pressing up against his rock hard erection as I maneuvered my legs into the monokini.
"Mmm. Good boy, how's that cock feel against your ass again? Like it, don't you?" Dusty cooed, gently grinding his bulge against and between my cheeks.
I stood up, completely stiff as Dusty kept his cock firmly pressed against my ass.
"Go on, get your collar on too. If I catch you down there on the Free Use beach, Roger won't be able to save this bubble boy butt of yours next time." With his cock still pressed against my ass, I grabbed the pink collar Roger had given me and strapped it around my neck like a dog.
"Cute, you sure your don't want a warm up before you head down the beach, baby cakes?" Dusty grinned, winking at me in the mirror as he slid a hand down my backside, cupping one of my ass cheek with a firm squeeze.
"N-nah, man, I'm good," I whimpered, my voice barely audible as I squirmed and wiggled my ass against Dusty's dick, trying to squeeze myself between the wall and his hairy frame. As I moved by him, he gave me a sharp spank and I hopped out the door, back into the public beach and the throngs of scantily clad gay men.
I rubbed my red butt cheek, the brief incident forcing me to reassess what I was doing. Was I really so curious about these men and this beach that I was willing to walk into a school of hungry sharks, just to see what would happen?
How far would I let this go? If I found Roger, what would happen? Would I actually let him fuck me in the ass?? I took a step and looked down, noticing my rock hard cock pressing against my swimsuit...it didn't matter what I thought, at this point, my hard little dick was calling the shots now.
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I felt so many eyes on me as I made my way down the beach. Much more then yesterday. Then again, maybe I was just more conscious of their wandering eyes. I crossed from the safe zone into the 'looking' zone and began to walk my way down the coast. There were plenty of happy gay couples hanging out in the sand, holding hands, kissing, flirting with each other...It felt like any other innocent singles event I'd ever been to, minus the women.
"You wanna come down to Fuck Beach with me? My husband and I could use some sloppy head." I heard as I walked past a short Shark who was rubbing the arm of a skinny Seahorse.
"I'll go where you tell me to, sir," the boy answered back, his head hung in embarrassment as the top grinned and gripped his arm, leading him towards the black flags not far in the distance.
I followed behind the two, the top marching swiftly towards the black flags, the Seahorse's tanned ass swaying in tow. At the border of the Free Use zone, another man was waiting for the pair. The short Shark dragged the boy across the line and immediately pushed him to his knees, both the Sharks large penises out and pressed against his smooth face.
I blushed, moving up the beach slightly to avoid them as I approached the border myself, adjusting the collar that Roger had given me to keep me safe.
"HHHLLUUKKK! Gah gah gah!" I heard the other Seahorse entertaining his tops, the poor young man gasping for air as strands of drool hung from his lips, attached to the cock in front of him.
"This one needs some training, Frankie." The short top told his husband. "He's gotta work on that gag reflex. Here, I'll hold his head, you stick it down his throat until he can take it." The Shark came up behind the boy and pressed his hips into the back of the boy's neck, grabbing a handful of his hair as the other top slid his dick between the panting lips.
"HLUK! HRRRGH! HRMP! HRMP! GLUK!" The boy struggled. I noticed despite his obvious discomfort, the Seahorse was wiggling his lips best he could, trying to suck as much as the cock down his gullet as possible.
They finally let him up for air.
"Gah gah gah! T-thank you, sirs!" He sputtered.
Holy shit, is this what I was about to walk into? A place where sissy sluts were used like fuck toys and then thanked their aggressors for the experience.
My brain said I should run. My dick said otherwise. Watching as the Sharks mounted the boy's face again, I stepped past the black flag markers and onto the Free Use beach.
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Almost immediately another couple approached me, flanking me as I shyly made my way down the beach.
"Ah, damnit, he's collared, the little cunt. Hey, baby. Is your daddy sharing you today? You've got a cute little walk. Look how he sways his hips," The one Shark said to the other.
"Yeah, bet he rides some good dick. You free to use today, bitch?" The other said, pinching my ass cheek as I tried to hurry by them.
"Uh, n-no. Sorry. My 'daddy' said I'm not ready to be shared." I blushed again. Did I really just refer to Roger...another man...as my 'daddy'? My cock twitched in my suit.
"Fine, fine, we'll catch you later then. Hey, look over there. Frank and Wayne caught one over there. No collar! Let's go pound him." And the two hurried off towards the trio I had passed by.
I shook my head and turned away, looking down the beach to the cabana Roger had taken me to yesterday. Heart racing, I made my way towards it, arms behind my back as the gentle breeze rushed over my Lycra covered nipples and cock. My shoulders slumped when I saw the hut was empty.
Confusingly disappointed, a moment of reflection washed over me. What the fuck was I even doing? Am I really bummed that some fat, hairy old man wasn't down here for me to ogle? Was this this really what I wanted? To offer myself up to a bunch of horny gay men? Ashamed with my own actions, I turned to leave, a familiar voice suddenly calling out to me.
"I was wondering if that little marshmallow ass would find its way back here. What brings you here, Marshie?" Roger asked. He was walking in from the surf, nude save for a gold shark necklace around his thick neck. Water dripped from his hairy pecs, down his belly, and through a tuft of brown and gray pubes. His sizeable flaccid donkey dick swung as he walked, a pair of heavy balls flopping from side to side as he approached me, grin on his face.
A rush of excitement flew through me and I felt lightheaded, my eyes transfixed on the nude man in front of me.
