tThe weather and life-style in South Florida is envied by many people, especially those living in the colder climates. I was fortunate to be born and raised in the greater Miami area, and then even more blessed when I was able to find gainful employment back here after going away to college. My wife Laura is from the Orlando area, and we met in college in our senior year. Now we live in a suburb of Miami that is close to the beaches where I spent time as a teenager.
My name is Jimmy, and we are now thirty-eight years old with two children, and I have a great job in the commercial loan department of a bank in downtown Miami. Our family usually takes a spring break vacation, and that year we made plans to visit Laura’s sister’s family and her parents in Orlando. We were going to Disney World, Sea World, and other attractions in the area, and would be gone for a week, leaving on Monday and returning Sunday night.
On the Friday before the Monday we would be driving to Orlando, my department vice president identified some important special projects that couldn’t be delayed, and we decided that Laura and the kids would go without me. It would have been costly to cancel all the reservations, and the kid’s school break wasn’t negotiable. That was the first time ever I would be away from the family for so long.
The family left on Monday morning, and I was busy working late for the next three days, finally getting off at a normal time on Thursday. I was lonely and missed my family and decided to go to one of the beaches that I frequented as a teenager, to refresh old memories and find a place for dinner. The beach I visited was very isolated when I was a teenager, and it used to be a great place to take a date to make out. I saw that it still has some pristine stretches of beach and sand dunes, but it also has several small hotels and a little, rustic beach-bar and restaurant, as well as a public restroom that wasn’t there when I was a teenager.
I got to the restaurant at about 7:00 pm and was given a good table by the open windows. The ocean breeze was very pleasant as I looked at the menu and ordered my meal. The service was good, and I was soon eating my dinner, and I noticed a man who looked to be in his mid-forties sitting by himself across the room. He is a good looking guy, and looked to be fit and tanned in his shorts and t-shirt. He caught my eye a couple of times and I smiled at him to be hospitable, but we didn’t speak. He finished his meal about ten minutes before I was done and headed out to the beach.
By the time I finished my meal and walked out to the beach it was dusk, and I knew that I only had another half hour or so of daylight. I took off my sandals and walked a short distance down the beach, and then noticed that same guy from the restaurant sitting on a bench about one hundred feet away. It was hard to see him that well, but it looked like he was rubbing his cock in his shorts.
I walked a little past him and then heard him say, “Hey, buddy, would you mind coming over here and talking with me for a minute?”
I wasn’t sure why he would want to talk to me, but I wanted to be friendly and went over to the bench. I took a seat, trying not to acknowledge that he was still rubbing his cock, and he said, “Hi, my name’s Big Jake. You look like a local, and it’s hard to find locals in these tourist areas. Are you from around here? I was hoping to find someone who could give me the lay of the land.”
He seemed friendly enough so I said, “Hi, my name is Jimmy. I live in a suburb not too far from here, and I hung out on this beach when I was a kid. But it has changed a lot, and this is the first time I’ve been back in a few years. Are you a visitor here?”
He said, “Well, I’m attending a convention at the Miami Beach Convention Center. I got in yesterday and plan to stay until the end on Sunday. I always like to stay at a beach location when I can, even though it’s a few miles from the venue. My friend Ted and I are staying at that hotel over there, but he wanted to hang around at our booth a little longer. Believe it or not, it’s still cheaper to stay on the beach than staying near there because of the many attendees.”
Then I said, “It’s nice to meet you ,Big Jake. What can I do for you? And by the way, do you always go by Big Jake, or will it be okay to call you Jake?”
He said, “I’m not familiar with this beach, and I was hoping that you could show me the safe places for swimming for when I come here tomorrow, and any other points of interest. I know that I interrupted your walk down the beach, and I’d like to join you. I got the nickname Big Jake when I was in high school, but you can call me Jake if you want to.”
His request sounded a little fishy to me, but he still seemed nice enough. Since I didn’t mind the company anyway, I said, “Sure Jake, let’s head down the beach.”
We had gone about a half mile, the area was deserted, and there were no other people in sight. He had not asked me even one question about the beach. It was almost dark, with a little bit of ambient light, and Jake stopped and pulled his zipper down and cock out. I was surprised by his actions, not to mention the size of his big, uncircumcised cock.
He then asked, “So is this place okay for you, Jimmy?”
I was confused and obviously naïve and had no idea what he was talking about, so I asked, “What do you mean by that, Jake? Is this place okay for what? And why did you take your cock out.”
Jake laughed and said, “Oh shit, Jimmy, I’m sorry if I misjudged your intentions. From the way you smiled at me in the restaurant, and then coming over to the bench even when you saw me rubbing my cock, which I thought was a well-known signal, I just assumed that you were one of the cock suckers I heard about on this beach. My wife doesn’t like to suck cock, so I always look for either men or women cock suckers when I’m out of town. I didn’t see any available women at the motel or in the bar, and the bartender told me about this place.”
Then I said, “I’m a happily married man, and in all my years I’ve never even thought about having sex with a man. Damn, Jake, I was just trying to be friendly, not to suck your cock.”
Jake apparently wasn’t ready to give up on me sucking him yet, and he openly stroked his hardening big cock in front of me as he said, “Well, I’m happily married too, Jimmy. But my wife knows that I need sex once every day and usually more than once. She approves of me finding cock suckers to take care of my cock and suck my balls and ass on these trips. You’d be surprised just how easy it is to find other, bisexual married men who have a submissive streak and a taste for cock and cum."
"Just because you’ve never sucked a cock before, doesn’t mean that you wouldn’t like it if you tried it. Take a good look at my cock and balls. You’ll never find a tastier set of fuck meat to suck for the first time. And even better, I shoot an unusually large amount of cum every time, even after my third ejaculation of the day, and I’m told it is very tasty.”
Before I could respond, Jake unfastened his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees. His cock was fully hard then and looked to be uncircumcised and a little over nine inches long and as thick as my wife’s wrist. No wonder he got the nickname of Big Jake in high school. The foreskin is thick and long, and was dripping with precum, and he has thick veins running all over the surface of his cock. His balls are the size of eggs and were hanging down about eight inches in his very hairy scrotum. I just stood there and stared at him.
After staring for about a minute, which seemed more like an hour to me, Jake was still stroking his cock as he said, “I can tell that you like my cock and balls, Jimmy, or you wouldn’t be staring like that. It’s okay if you touch it. I know you want to. I can see from the look on your face that you would be a fantastic cock sucker."
"You just seem to have a docile look about you. A dominant man would have walked away or tried to kick my ass when I dropped my pants, and definitely wouldn’t be staring at me this way. Trust me, Jimmy, I have fucked enough man-face to know your true desires better than you know yourself.”
Jake was upsetting me and pissing me off with his comments. But at the same time, I had an unfamiliar tingling and arousal in my cock and balls from staring at him. I knew that I needed to end this encounter before he convinced me to do something I’d be sorry for.
So, I calmed myself down and said, “You’re wrong about me, Jake. I could never suck a man’s cock and take his cum into my mouth. So just pull up your pants, and let’s head back to the parking lot.”
We walked in silence for most of the way back, and when we got close to the lot I saw who looked to be a coworker from my bank who was heading down to the beach. He is in his forties and his name is Kevin, and I was curious why he was there. He didn’t seem to recognize me since I was walking on the other side of Jake, which I was happy about. I for some reason felt guilty and dirty about being seen with Jake like that, even though I hadn’t done anything with him.
As we got to my car Jake said, “It was nice to meet you, Jimmy, and I want you to think about what you’ve seen and what we talked about tonight. I’ll be at the restaurant alone at about the same time tomorrow evening, so if you change your mind about sucking my cock, or just want to talk about it, feel free to come and have dinner with me. I promise that I won’t try to force you to do anything if you do stop by."
"I know that I can help you sort out any confusion about what has to be desires that are unfamiliar to you. Several of the men who have sucked my cock on out-of-town trips like this weren’t aware of their inborn needs until I brought it out for them. And I just love to see the joy on a new, submissive cock sucker’s face when he first experiences the joy of sucking my cock and balls and swallowing my cock juice. Some have even said that the texture and taste of my thick semen gives them a kind of rush.”
When I got home that night I was confused about my feelings, just as Jake said I would be. On the one hand it disgusted me to even think about sucking a man’s cock, but on the other I felt an arousal as I stared at Jake’s cock and listened to his rationalization of why I should suck him. He more than implied that I was inherently a cock sucker, but just didn’t know it yet.
That whole thing was making me feel dirty inside, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about Jake’s big cock and low-hanging balls, and wondering if his cum loads were as big and tasty as he said. Just the pure sexuality of genitalia that large was hard to deny, especially when compared to my little dick, and his comments almost seemed plausible to me.
I called my wife and kids to see how their vacation was going, in hopes of getting my mind cleared so I’d stop thinking about Jake’s big cock. It helped for a little while, but by the time I went to bed I was fantasizing about his cock again. I didn’t sleep much that night and got up early to go to work. It was difficult concentrating on work when I had to decide if I was going to meet Jake again. I wanted to talk with him about what I was feeling inside, but at the same time I was afraid of being talked into sucking him.
About mid-afternoon my coworker, Kevin came into my office and closed the door. He said, “Hey, Jimmy, you didn’t seem to recognize me last night, but I saw you coming back to the parking lot with that guy. If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing there? Aren’t you aware of the reputation that beach has?”
My mind was racing trying to think of an explanation, and then I lied a little saying, “Sorry, Kevin, but I didn’t see you there. He was just a guy I met in the restaurant. He’s here for a convention and wanted someone local to show him around. But what do you mean about the reputation of the beach?”
Kevin said, “Well pardon my language, but that area is pretty well known as a place where middle-aged, bisexual men go to suck cock or to have their cocks sucked, or both. Most of the younger gay guys hang out at another beach, and they aren’t interested in being with the older men anyway. So, when I saw you with that guy, I just assumed that you were either sucking cock or having yours sucked.”
I responded, “Whoa, Kevin, I grew up on that beach and never heard about that stuff happening there. That must be a recent development. I wasn’t doing anything like that with that guy. But how the fuck do you know so much about it?”
His face turned red with embarrassment and he lowered his voice saying, “I guess I’ve given myself away, but I’ve been going there a few nights a week after work for the last year. My wife lost interest in sex and that is the only relief I get. It’s usually pretty easy to find at least one guy there who is hungry for my cock and cum, and I’m able to attract them with my long, thick meat. No offense, but I was hoping that you might have been there sucking that guy’s cock, I thought it would be nice to have a cock sucker here at work to take care of me. Sorry, man, I guess I was mistaken.”
I said, “I hate to disappoint you, Kevin, but you’ll need to find another cock sucker here at work. Besides seeing me at that beach, what made you think I would be willing to do that for you?”
Kevin replied, “Again, no offense, but sometimes you aren’t the most macho guy in the world, and then seeing you there in that setting where I’ve been sucked off so many times, I just jumped to conclusions.”
We ended the conversation there and when Kevin left I was even more confused. I always considered myself to be a normal, heterosexual guy, but there in the last day two men have implied that I somehow looked like a cock sucker. I consciously didn’t want to go back to see Jake after work, but something was drawing me to go there. At the end of the day I still wasn’t sure what to do, but finally left about forty-five minutes later than the previous day and couldn’t even be sure if he’d still be at the restaurant.
I arrived there late, and as I was walking up to the door, Jake was leaving. He looked right through me and asked, “Where the fuck have you been, Jimmy? I waited as long as I could and now I’m going out to find me a cock sucker. You’ve wasted some of the prime time for finding somebody. Since we didn’t connect last night I went to bed with blue balls, and I need some relief. I’m headed over to the public restroom to take a piss and see if I can get lucky finding someone there.”
It was very uncomfortable being on the defensive about sucking cock, and I fibbed a little and said, “Sorry, Jake, but I got hung up at work, and I didn’t have a way to contact you. I was hoping to be able to discuss this more with you, but it looks like you’re moving on. I still need to get something to eat, so will you come back in the restaurant with me?”
He looked at me sternly for a moment and said, “I tell you what, Jimmy, the time for talking about it is past. You can follow me over to the dunes behind the restroom building if you want, and then we’ll find out if you really are interested. And don’t worry about dinner; I’ll give you plenty to eat. You can suck it or not suck it, but I’m going to find a cock sucker before the night is over.”
Jake started walking towards the restroom, and I followed behind him. When he saw that I was there, he walked around the building and down a path into the dunes, and it was now almost dark. He finally stopped, unfastened his pants, and dropped them and his underwear to his knees. His cock was starting to harden and was about eight inches long, and he started pissing into the sand.
Then he looked at me and said, “Get down on your knees next to me and watch me piss, and then you can suck it for me and take my first load. Once you’ve shown me that you are serious about this, we can go back to my hotel for even more fun.”
That was the moment of truth for me, but as much as the thought of sucking his cock sickened me, I still felt compelled to at least try it. Just as I was about to kneel, I saw another guy who I couldn’t recognize getting a blowjob not that far from us. I pointed them out to Jake and he didn’t seem to care, since that place was known for cock sucking activity.