First of May

 

The aroma of homemade coffee and scones woke Doppio from his slumber. He checked the calendar, flipped it over to May, headed downstairs to where Risotto was and sat at the table. His boyfriend had already placed a scone and a cup of coffee for him.

“Good morning,” he said, pouring a cup of coffee. He walked over to the table. “How’d you sleep?”

“Slept like a log.”

“That’s good.” He sat down across the table.

Doppio looked out the window. It was a sunny day out with a gentle breeze. The last couple of months had been rainy and cold, causing the two to stay trapped inside their home. “Finally, we have some nice weather.”

“The temperatures have been strangely low,” Risotto commented. “But it wasn’t going to be winter forever. Anyways, what are we going to do today?”

Doppio pondered. We haven’t been to the beach in a while. What if we got naked? He blushed at the thought.

Risotto noticed and grinned, rubbing his naked foot between his boyfriend’s legs. “I know that flustered look. What dirty things are you thinking of?”

“I was thinking of something we have never done before. How about if we went to the beach and—oh!” He covered his face. “I don’t know.”

The white-haired man giggled. “I think you’ll like when we take each other’s pants off.”

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Once they finished eating and got dressed, they drove to the nearest nude beach, where sex was allowed. Doppio took the bag, which carried sunscreen, lube, towels, and some condoms, from their car. Hardly anyone was around, but they had the beach to themselves.

“So, I guess we should take off our clothes,” the pink-haired man said. Then he turned to face Risotto, who had taken off his pants and boxers. His cock was erect.

“Come on, take your pants off,” he said, undoing Doppio’s belt, dropping his pants and underwear, and exposing his semi-hard cock to the gentle ocean breeze.

“What if someone sees us?”

“It’s a nude beach. Don’t forget the sunscreen, by the way.”

Doppio grabbed the sunscreen. “Can you help me? I can’t reach my back.”

Risotto squeezed a large amount of sunscreen, rubbing his back. Once he finished, his hands crept down to his juicy freckled ass, squeezing it and eliciting a moan from Doppio.

“Don’t want to get sunburn on your ass.” Risotto’s calloused hand then went to his boyfriend’s ballsack, fondling it.“Or here too.”

Doppio bit his lips. “I wanted to swim.”

“That can wait. Don’t you want this now?”

“Yeah.” Then Risotto began pumping him. His rough hands touching his delicate skin made everything pleasurable.  “Oh fuck, yeah. Don’t stop.”

Doppio whimpered as he continued stroking him, teasing the head, and spreading the precum. He needed him inside him and tried to reach for the bag.

“Do you want it in you?” Risotto asked, whispering in his ears.

He nodded, causing his boyfriend to stop stoking him and get the lube. He watched as Risotto poured lube into his fingers. His cock was too large for Doppio to take, so he had to stretch him out first. But fuck, he wanted it in now .

“Get the towel and lie down,” Risotto ordered.

Doppio pouted. He lay down, lying on his belly, spreading his legs, and exposing his hole.

“Don’t be a brat!” He spanked his bottom pink before inserting a finger. Then he inserted another, making a scissor motion inside. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah!” Doppio answered eagerly.

However, Risotto kept his fingers inside, continuing to scissor him and causing the other to whine. He needed cock. The white-haired man giggled. “You’re so cute when you’re like this.”

“I don’t want to be cute. I want to be fucked.”

Risotto withdrew his fingers and began stroking his cock with lube. Doppio turned around and sat to look at his veiny lube-slicked dick.

“Please, put it in,” Doppio commented.

Risotto pushed him back into the towel and aligned his cock with his entrance. Half of his length slowly entered, making the other bite his lip and draw blood. Risotto got close to his lips, licked the blood, and kissed him sloppily as he thrust more of his length into him. Doppio gripped the towel and some sand.

A trail of saliva broke when Risotto withdrew from the kiss. “Why do you always feel so tight?”

“I—” Doppio suppressed his moan.

“Don’t be shy. I know we aren’t alone here. Don’t you hear others moan?”

He could only hear the sounds of the waves. “No.”

“Focus.”

He tried—it was hard to when a massive cock kept entering in and out of him and with his boyfriend moaning, too—but he heard a few moans not far away.

“How close are you?” Risotto asked.

“So—fuck! Close. Don’t stop! Please!”

Risotto quicken his pace, making Doppio elicit the loudest and lewdest moans he had ever heard. The other came, spilling cum all over his abs and even landing some on his face. Risotto came too.

“Wow,” the white-haired man commented. He got closer to Doppio, making their sweaty foreheads touch. “That was intense. Are you alright?”

Doppio panted. “Yeah. Looks like you need to wash off, but shouldn’t you apply sunscreen before dipping in?”

“Yeah, mind helping me?”