Sex on the Beach.txt

Sex on the Beach






The sand was still warm under his back when he awoke. He kept his eyes shut, feeling it cradling him, the sun's rays a blanket on top of his body. He'd needed this. Everything had been piling up on him, bills, work, family, friends, nagging, annoying, no peace.

But not today. Today he'd left it all behind and escaped to the seaside. He and about five hundred other people. But even their chatter had been soothing, that of people playing and having fun, not the tense sounds they made in the city, and he'd drifted off to sleep listening to the waves crashing into the shore in the background.

His aim was to be completely limp by the time the sun went down, and it was working. He felt good now. All the week's pressures and stress were melting away, leaving him much more relaxed. That changed in an instant when a finger pressed against his stomach.

"I'd say you're well-done. And here I prefer my meat medium-rare."

He opened his eyes a crack. Not that he needed to. He knew who was there, but he wanted to see the incongruity of Asami on a beach.

It didn't amuse him like he'd expected. While the man's tailored suit, impeccable tie, jewelry and buffed shoes were at odds with what anyone else would wear, it was the beach that now seemed out of place, because Asami looked so right sitting next to him. He pushed that sentiment away quickly and offered his usual sarcasm.

"Don't your dry cleaners ever get mad at you?"

Asami wasn't bothering to look at him. He sat, gazing out at the Pacific. "I pay them not to. Everyone can be bought. Everyone but people with causes, madmen, and apparently you."

"I'm not interested in your money."

"You've made that clear any number of times. It's dirty, you say. All money is dirty Akihito, and you know it. So I find myself wondering which of the other two categories you fit into. Your choice of clothes sometimes makes me think you're mad. But personally, I'd say you have a cause."

The wind ruffled that perfect hair. He watched, fascinated, as the stray bangs caressed the broad forehead. He found himself wanting to chase them with his fingers, but he quickly willed the thought away as Asami turned to face him, leaning closer.

Akihito's heart beat faster but his mouth kept up the patter. "You know I have a cause. One day I'll catch you and ?"

His words were cut off by the other's lips, warmer than sun and sand, tasting of ash.

"It seems that you already have," the other murmured against his mouth. "Whatever are you going to do with me? I know what I have planned for you."

He jumped as he felt those familiar long fingers slip under the waist band of his swim trunks and tried to push away. "Wait! What are you..? There are kids!" But as he looked around, he finally realized there'd been no sound of people since he'd awoken. The beach was now deserted but for the two of them. "What the hell? You cleared a whole beach of families just for sex?"

"I provided free food and entertainment around the point. And other... encouragements for those who weren't hungry." Lips nibbled lightly along the edge of his ear, tickling him. "I'm very hungry myself."

The breath on his neck was hot, yet he shivered. "W-we can get something to eat..."

The large fist on his cock squeezed it slightly, encasing it completely as if he were sheathed in a woman, but moving, teasing him the way only this man could. Asami was still speaking softly into his ear with a voice that went straight to the base of his spine. "We will. I'll buy you dinner and feed it to you, you taking every bite from my fingers, then licking them clean. And then I'll dine." His lips fastened onto Akihito's neck like a vampire's, drawing the skin into his mouth, making it throb in time with Akihito's cock. Asami worked his tie free. "Hold your hands over your head, Akihito."

Akihito helplessly shivered at the command, and saw Asami's eyes fill with anticipation. "I'm just cold dammit!" But it was mid-summer and hot under the sun. His protest sounded weak even to him.

"Liar. But I'll warm you. Your hands, Akihito. I won't ask again."

His heart was pounding in his ears. He hated it, the way he automatically responded to Asami's domination, and the way Asami knew he would. But he wanted it, to give himself over to the danger, knowing that this man could do anything to him, make him want anything, and never knowing where they were going each time except that the pleasure would be beyond belief.

Asami's hand stilled on the verge of sending him over the edge. He was hard and slick from sweat, and Asami's fingers had known just how to tease his erection, sliding lightly along the underside, stopping to the caress the head, then slipping back down the shaft. He pushed up into the hand's hot grasp, only to feel it pull back a little, driving him insane with frustration.

He knew Asami could make it last for hours until he gave in. At least if he were tied, he'd be allowed to come at some point. It was the lesser of two evils. Or so he told himself as he sighed and lifted his hands over his head and crossed the wrists. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the triumph on the other's face, then felt the silk encircle him as it was tied with gentle fingers that weren't fooling anyone. Asami seemed to take great care in doing it, as if he were wrapping a present for someone special. When he felt Asami pull back he tested the knot, and the tie gently bit his skin. His thighs trembled from the effort of keeping himself from spreading his legs like a whore, and he squirmed against the warm sand.

When nothing more happened, he couldn't stand the suspense and opened his eyes to see Asami just looking down at him with a possessiveness that he often fantasized about. They gazed at each other, and he wiggled a bit more, getting impatient. Asami's lips lifted in the ghost of a smile, and he reached across Akihito's body to rummage through his duffel bag.

"What the hell? Leave my stuff alone! You've already cost me one camera... Oh shit. No you don't!" Akihito tried to sit up but Asami's hand on his wrists held him down.

Asami managed to open the case he found and take the camera out one-handed. "Reminds me of old times. You know, if you're not still I might accidentally drop this and break it."

Akihito stilled. That one was his precious camera. "You'd better know what you're doing. That was my Dad's camera."

"I know enough." Asami released him and sat back when Akihito lay still, then removed the lens cap and manually adjusted the focus, looking through it at him. "Pretty. But it needs something more, I think." His right hand suddenly snaked out and jerked Akihito's swim trunks down to his thighs.

"Cut it out!" Akihito tried to get up again but with tied hands and trunks around his legs he only managed to trip himself up before he was gently but firmly pressed back against the towel once more.

"I love the way you struggle, constantly, against everything." The camera clicked. Akihito blushed and turned his head away so he couldn't see himself reflected in the lens, and in Asami's eyes.

It clicked again. "Show me how much you don't want me."

One hand lifted his thigh, opening him completely to the sun. "Tell me you don't want me there." Click.

Asami flicked his cock with a finger, making any lies pointless, continuing to document his shame.

Akihito felt tears rise in his eyes, in part from humiliation, but more because there was a need in him for this kind of release, and when it came tears naturally flowed. Still, he didn't have to play nice. He glared up through blurry eyesight. "Why would I want a geriatric schoolyard bully?"

The camera clicked again. "You're adorable when you pretend to be angry. I can't resist. But I have a game in mind." Asami lowered the camera to look Akihito in the eyes. "The people from the other beach should start to come back in about 20 minutes. They could find you like this," he tapped the end of Akihito's stiff cock, "a lovely, slightly gift-wrapped present. Or you can finish before they get back."

Akihito wasn't sure he understood. "Are you telling me to masturbate?"

"Clever boy. It makes me wonder how you always fell for Feilong's traps."

He resisted the urge to throw sand at the man. He couldn't risk damaging the camera.

Asami's fingers traced across his stomach, downward. "Show me how you touch yourself when you're alone at night, thinking of me."

Akihito took a deep breath. "I don't."

"Very well. We'll sit here and chat until they return. Can one's dick get sunburnt? I hope for your sake the answer is no."

"Son of a..."

"Yes? I don't mind the name-calling. However you wish to end that sentence, it's likely true."

His mouth gaped. "You'd say that about your own mother?"

Asami checked his watch. "Nineteen more minutes. Do you think you'll make the evening edition? So little happens in these seaside towns."

He sighed. He knew Asami wasn't bluffing. Asami never bluffed.

All he had to do was make himself come. It wouldn't be that big a deal in a bedroom, but god, under the sun, out in the open like this, with Asami's eyes on him. His cheeks warmed, not so much in embarrassment but because it was arousing him. There was no coercion involved when he brought his hands down from over his head, down to his aching crotch. It was one of his hottest fantasies.

He closed his eyes, taking himself there. The clicking of the camera faded as he began to imagine the last time they'd had sex, the way Asami's mouth had taken him in and surrounded him with wet heat, Asami's eyes watching him lose himself to it. That was enough to get him going.

His hands fumbled a little because they were tied, but not much. He had his own silk necktie...