All summer, Kal had waited for this moment. He'd started hanging out at the gay beach just as a way of getting a chance to wear his speedos in public. He loved the feeling of the lycra stretched across his athletic buns as he lay in the sun. He knew that the men were looking at him, and on occasion one had made a pass at him, but it wasn't until the dirty blonde surfer showed up that Kal started to feel a new desire burning inside him.
He was the spitting image of summer. Bleached out blonde hair, a dark brown tan, trim with a nice but not too big set of chest an arm muscles. His thighs were well toned from a summer of swimming, and their arched mound created a nice offset for the enormous mound of man meat nestled at his crotch. Tucked into a bold red thong, Kal could just make out the ridgeline of cock, slowly hardening in the late afternoon heat. Two plump balls were tucked beneath, and the whole package jutted out in front of him like the forecastle of a sailing ship. Every time the surfer arrived at the beach, and dropped his trousers, Kal's throat would run dry, his cock would stiffen, and his asshole would tighten up. Today, he nearly came in his pants, because the surfer put his towel down right next to Kal and said "hey, it's you again!"
Not much happened for an hour or so, and the jock turned to Kal and said, "I'm going for a walk in the dunes. Wanna join me?" The dunes, Kal knew, were where the gay men on the beach went to have sex. The surfer was inviting Kal to have sex with him. Holy shit. Kal stuttered out something incoherent and sprang to his feet. His cock was rock hard, stretching the spandex in the front of his speedo into an obvious tent. "Woah tiger!" the surfer chuckled, "You must be ready to rock!" He draped his arm across Kal's shoulders, pulled him close and said, "but you're gonna have to slow down, because the first order of business is teaching you how to suck this big cock, and drain these big balls." If Kal could have been any more turned on than hearing the surfer take charge of him and demand a blow job, he couldn't imagine it, and at hearing those words, he tensed up, sighed and ejaculated in his speedo. The surfer grinned. "Oh yeah baby, you're a natural born cocksucker."
After a short walk, they found a small clearing in the dunes on a bluff with a great view of the beach. They could be clearly seen from the beach - anyone that looked up would know that Kal was up there, sucking on the surfer's cock. "I like everyone to know when I'm breaking a new bitch in. Make sure that no one else tries to steal your tight little ass away from me." Kal learned back against a tree, and pulled the front of his thong down. His cock flopped out, and on hitting the open air, started to swell and rise slowly at first, and then as it hardened up, in a pulsing motion until it stood there, fully 7 inches erect, with a bulbous head which no doubt had penetrated hundreds or even thousands of mouths and assholes.
The surfer beckoned Kal over, who dropped to his knees in worship. The surfer wasted no time, and went to town on him, smacking him across the face with his huge dick. He verbally abused Kal, calling him a "faggot cocksucker who knows his place on his knees in front of a big cock", grabbing his head and shoving his cock down his throat to the hilt, pulling it out and showing it to Kal as the saliva dripped down the shaft onto his balls. In and out, for what seemed like a half an hour, as Kal came again in his speedo from the thrill of being forced to suck this beautiful man's cock. Finally, just as Kal was starting to lose steam, the surfer relented. "What do you want cocksucker?" he demanded. Kal knew what he wanted, and he began to beg. "Please. Please, cum on me. Cum in my mouth and on my face. Please cum on me, big cock stud."
The surfer slowly stroked his member and perched the head on Kal's extended tongue, aiming it up and towards his nose. "Here you go cocksucker. Eat my cum." For fully the next 30 seconds, the surfer showed what practice can do. For, having gay sex a dozen times a day for the last ten years, he'd reached maximum cum production - his balls were practically the size of baseballs. And he knew just the right stroking speed to drain them completely. He shot two spurts across Kal's face, just to make sure that there would be some mess left on his face when he went back to the beach - a little cum in his hair perhaps to tag him as the surfer's cocksucker. He shot three or four juicy spurts into his mouth, and then followed it with a deep thrust of his cock down Kal's throat, where he let the spasms milk out another few. He pulled out and displayed the cock and balls in front of Kal, who came yet again in his speedo when he saw the engorged member throbbing in front of his face. The surfer smacked him a few more times with the cock, repeating over and over "I own you, bitch. Every cock you suck, and every one you take up your ass, for the rest of your life, you're gonna think about this huge fucking slab of man meat you just sucked. And every stud that cubs in that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna thank me for teaching you how to do a proper, deep throat, ball draining job of it." He waited a minute for Kal to absorb his new reality. He was on his knees, covered in cum, wearing a speedo on the gay beach. He was a natural born cocksucker, and he knew it. He dreamt of all the tops on the beach greeting him as he returned, eyeing him up for a blow job session of their own. "You can say thank you now," the surfer ordered him.
"Thank you for letting me suck your big cock and cumming all over me", Kal stammered. He gently leaned forward and kissed the big cock head, licking it all over to get the last bits of cum. "Thank you for letting me be your cocksucker."