Kingsbury Harbor: Wishlist, pt. 1 (Patreon)

*** Summer weather has me feeling nostalgic for the beach! ***

Adam watched Burke through the kitchen window, still unable to believe his luck at landing such a charming, handsome man.  Having just turned thirty, the athletic, sandy-haired hunk was a solid thirteen years his junior, though his lover’s fit frame made him look even younger.  Burke was broad-shouldered and lean, with a smooth, tapering swimmer’s physique that was much more at home in the tiny, matching speedos he’d insisted on than Adam’s beefy bulk.  Though, as far as the older man was concerned, his partner looked perfect in whatever he wore.  Or didn’t wear.  Seeing him leaning against the railing outside on the weathered deck with waves crashing in the distance, his perky bubble straining against a pair of small purple briefs while his tanned skin glowed in the early morning light, his wavy hair still messy from sleep, was a sight the likes of which Adam never thought he’d get to see.

It had only been two years since the older man was jettisoned from the closet, and he’d spent the fifteen before that in a confusing marriage to a wonderful woman named Sheila.  Adam hadn’t let himself even begin to acknowledge that he might actually be gay until he was Burke’s age, and then he’d spent the next decade actively trying to deny it until Sheila finally made the decision for him.  She said she’d known all along, and that they were getting too old not to be their true selves, so while she was happy to grow old with him as a friend, she wanted them both to find a man who could give them what they really needed before they wasted any more time.

It had been a jarring transition for the stuffy, somewhat-prudish Adam.  Largely due to his incongruent partner, sex had never been at the top of his priorities.  With Sheila it was strictly vanilla, and even when he began to acknowledge his attraction to men, those fantasies stayed more or less the same.  And his appearance was as modest as his attitude.  He kept his black, thinning hair cropped, and his clothing was always unassuming and boxy, designed to obscure his thick build as opposed to accentuating it.  Adam had been a jock in his younger days, and though he put forth a token effort over the years to stay loosely in shape, his frame was broad and beefy, more dad-bod than gym-bod.  With his dark complexion and the layer of scruffy, salt-and-pepper hair that covered his bulk he gave off a masculine aura that turned plenty of heads, not that he ever noticed.  Which isn’t to say that Adam didn’t have a potent, virile sex drive, just that he didn’t know what to do with it.  Even when he jerked off he did it alone, usually in the dark, so being thrust into the world of gay dating apps and dick-pics and hookup culture was like being thrown into the nearby ocean without a life-jacket.

He’d floundered for nearly a year before meeting Burke.  They’d met at a work conference, immediately eliminating the concern that his partner was just looking for a sugar daddy, both eyeing the other until the young hunk finally made his way over and struck up a conversation.  He had Adam blushing and squirming within minutes, and there’d been no looking back ever since.  Unlike himself, Burke had never been in the closet to begin with, and Adam still marveled at his lover’s Saint-like patience.  The younger man had guided him through every step of the process, never pushing or rushing and always encouraging Adam when he wanted to try new things.  Progress had been slow at first, but after two years together the older man was starting to feel like the version of himself he always could have been.  He was still far more uptight than his boisterous companion, but he’d at least reached the point where he was comfortable hanging around their rented cabin in nothing but his small gray briefs, which were themselves a step away from his previous boxers, and he’d grudgingly agreed to the skimpy swimwear provided the beach wasn’t overly crowded.

“Is that coffee ready yet,” Burke asked through the open window, grinning over a bare shoulder and flexing his solid rear.  “Or are you just going to stare at my ass all morning?”

Adam blushed and grabbed the pair of mugs, taking one step through the sliding door onto the deck before hesitating.  “What can I say…it’s a nice view.  Ocean isn’t bad either.”

Burke turned away from the railing, shaking his head.  “Just because I call you Daddy doesn’t mean you get to make jokes like that,” he laughed, taking Adam by his burly forearms and gently pulling him onto the deck.  “No one can see us out here, I promise.”

The older man gave a quick look to the left and right to confirm that their cabin was indeed the last one before reaching the rocky cliff that led down to the small beach.  The historic downtown district of Kingsbury Harbor could be seen off in the distance, but Adam was relatively certain that no one would be looking from that direction.  Still, he felt an embarrassed thrill at stepping outside and having the salty air and warm sun on nearly every inch of his thick, exposed frame.  “It really is a nice viewmmphhh…!”  He was cut off when Burke set the mugs down and abruptly threw himself at him, mashing their mouths together in a rough kiss while his deceptively powerful arms wrapped around the older man’s wide midsection.  Adam instinctively returned the kiss for a moment before going tense, but the other man wouldn’t let go.

“What’d I tell you,” Burke said, clamping onto Adam like a vice as their foreheads rested against each other.  “No one can see us out here…and who cares if they could?  You’re allowed to kiss your boyfriend in public.”

Adam couldn’t help but blush again.  “I know, I know.  Hard to get over old habits,” he sighed, trying to force himself to relax.  He managed to at least bring his hands to Burke’s tight waist, his fingers dancing along the elastic waist of the blonde’s little briefs.  “But hey, you’ve got me running around in my underwear so that’s something, right?”

Burke gave Adam’s briefs a loud snap before kissing the older man on the tip of his nose.  “Out of the closet and out of those clothes, Daddy,” he cooed, squeezing the older man’s plump bulge as he stepped away.  “Now grab your coffee and come on…let’s go down to the water.”  Adam froze again, but Burke was already behind, gently nudging him towards the stairs.  “What you’re wearing right now isn’t any different than the swimsuit you’re going to be wearing later, so consider it a dress rehearsal,” he winked, giving Adam’s meaty rear a swat to get him moving.

“But…can’t I just…” the older man protested as he stumbled down the short staircase and onto the scrubby grass that felt against his feet the way his stubble-coated jaw did against his hands.

“Nope!”  Burke’s tone was chipper as he trotted down the stairs and laced the fingers of his free hand through Adam’s, displaying none of the older man’s hesitation about his exposed state.  “Baby did you see the men in this town?  Place is gay as fuck.  Why do you think I picked it for our anniversary trip?  Pretty much anything goes, from what I hear.”

“You are NOT going to make this easy for me, are you,” Adam sighed, blushing at the way his hairy pecs, barely-covered globes, and stuffed bulge bounced and shook as he clambered down the rocky path to the small cove.  When they reached the bottom he once again found himself in Burke’s arms, this time before he had a chance to see if they were alone.

“Hon…that’s the thing.  There’s nothing to “make easy” in the first place.  Just relax…there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, either.”

Adam looked his sculpted lover up and down, his eyes slowly traveling down Burke’s prominent pecs, impressive abs, and along the thick, hefty cock snaking off to the side in his bright little underwear.  “We’ve talked about this…that’s a lot easier for you to saymmphh!”  He was cut off in another kiss, this one accompanied by a rough squeeze of his rear.

“None.  Of.  That.  I mean it,” Burke chided.  “You are so fucking hot I can’t stand it, and I’m going to get you to see that, too, no matter what it takes.”

Adam’s stomach fluttered at the conviction in the younger man’s voice, and the way the blonde’s bright brown eyes never left his own.  “You sound very convincing when you say that,” he grinned bashfully.

“That’s ‘cause I mean every…word…” Burke said, punctuating the last two with another series of kisses before stepping back and holding Adam at arm’s length by his burly shoulders.  He mirrored the older man, looking his meaty frame slowly up and down while his eyes blazed with hunger.  “I wish EVERYONE could see you like this.”

Adam’s face went a deeper shade of red, his gray bulge twitching noticeably.  His whole body tingled with desire, and it was taking everything he had to keep from throwing himself at Burke.  Not because he was embarrassed at the thought of some PDA, although he was, but because he knew just how far that display would go.  He swallowed hard and nodded down at his tenting briefs, grinning.  “They’re going to see a whole lot if we’re not careful.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Burke sighed, his fingers hovering just above the waist of Adam’s underwear.  He gave the older man another peck and turned away, grabbing his hand again as they took a leisurely stroll along the stretch of sand.  Though the wider part of the cove was relatively compact, a strip of beach ran along the base of the cliffs and out of sight as it rounded a corner, trailing off well into the distance.  It was plenty long for the underwear-clad pair to let the breaking waves splash against their calves while they finished their coffee, before eventually finding a secluded spot where they could sit in each other's arms and watch the glittering, morning waves roll in.

Until Burke had other ideas.  Acting like he was ready to head back to the cabin, the younger man stood, pulled Adam to his feet, and kept pulling until they were both tumbling into the rolling surf they’d just been staring at.

“You little shit,” the older man laughed, letting a wave pull them further from shore before wrapping his arms around Burke’s tight waist and dragging him under.  After dunking his lover Adam climbed fully to his feet, immediately regretting the decision when he looked down.  His thin, sopping briefs had formed a vacuum seal around his girthy cock and heavy balls, leaving them so perfectly outlined he might as well have been naked.  He could feel a similar situation at his back as the wet material wedged between his hairy globes, but before he could do anything to cover himself he found himself once again tumbling into the waves.  “Oooookay…someone is just asking for some serious payback later,” he sputtered, wiping the water from his face as he sat in the shallows.  “What has gotten…into…” Adam trailed off when he looked up and saw a grinning Burke standing on the beach with his purloined briefs in his hand.  He hadn’t noticed them being stolen during his fall, but now the older man was painfully aware of his exposed package floating in the salty surf.  “Oh, come on!”

Just out of the water, Burke batted his eyes.  “What?  You can have them back…you just have to come and get them.”

“Baby…please…just toss them to me,” Adam begged, quickly looking around.  “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but…”

“Sorry sweety,” Burke cooed, shaking his head.  “I don’t make the rules.”

“What?  You literally just made them,” Adam spat, his heart racing.  That embarrassed thrill he’d felt earlier had come back in full force, and now he had to deal with a solid cock on top of an exposed one.  He looked down at his barely-obscured log and back up at his lover with a pleading look.  “Burke…I mean it…this is going to be awkward enough as it is.”

The blonde shrugged.  “I’m happy to watch you splash in the waves like a big beefy baby all day if you want,” he said, looking in either direction as he spoke.  “I mean…no one’s around right now, but if you want to wait for an audience we can do that too.”

“Oh my god,” Adam grumbled to himself, his whole body flushing as he hoisted himself out of the waves and scampered to shore.  His solid cock wagged wildly with each fumbling step, and as flustered as he was with his young lover he’d also never been more turned on in his life.  “Are you happy now,” he hissed, trying in vain to find some way to cover his aching log when he’d frantically slid the soaked, clinging briefs back on.

“Very,” Burke purred, nodding down at his own semi-hard, equally-clingy bulge.  “Never seen a sexy Mer-Daddy before.”

“You are so lucky you’re cute,” Adam sighed, giving the blonde’s ass a swat as he fell in line behind him.  “You’re going in front in case we run into anyone, jerk.”

“Suits me,” Burke giggled.  He reached around to shove the back of his briefs down below his perky bubble, giving the bashful beefcake a view of his bare, shifting globes as he casually strutted back down the shore.  He felt the briefs slip back into place when they reached the main beach and Adam came up next to him, his package still plump and outlined but not so obviously hard.  “See?  Was that so bad?”

“I know we’re by the water, but I don’t like being thrown into the deep end all the time,” the dark-haired hunk said, this time being the one to take Burke by the hand.

“That’s how we learn,” the blonde sang as they clambered up the rocks, his tone going serious at the top.  “You’re the one who said you wanted to make up for lost time, remember?”

Adam sighed and let his head fall back on his shoulders.  “I did say that, didn’t I?”  Now safely obscured by their cabin again, he pulled Burke in for an embrace before his rugged hands slid down the other man’s lean frame, taking the blonde’s sopping briefs with them.  He gave the twitching hose that fell free a few tugs until it was long and hard, the whole time his body burning with desire at the way the younger man simply folded his muscled arms behind his head and let Adam have his way with him.  The burly man wanted to drop to his knees and swallow Burke right there in the yard, but he managed to hold it together long enough to at least get inside.

Barely.  He had to waddle through the door as his chiseled lover had worked his own sopping briefs down around his meaty thighs, their rigid clubs grinding together as they practically fell across the threshold.  Adam’s log was as wide and stout as the rest of him, just as Burke’s was longer and thinner, but to each other the only descriptor was “perfect.”  The taste, the smell, the way it filled his mouth; Adam savored every moment of his face bobbing between Burke’s toned thighs.  When they’d first gotten together the older man had been embarrassed and self conscious at the thought of how his stockier frame bent and squished and moved differently than the blonde’s chiseled muscle while he knelt naked before the younger Adonis, but whenever he raised his eyes all he saw reflected back at him was the same unfiltered desire burning in Burke’s eyes.

It’s what let him relax enough to eventually spread his cheeks and let the pretty stud bury his face between them, sending unimagined waves of bliss through Adam’s broader body.  The older man had legitimately been mortified the first time they’d done it, both at the thought of himself being eaten out by another man and at the helpless whimpers he’d been unable to suppress.  Now, when he reluctantly pulled his lips away and climbed up onto the bed, all Adam focused on was the pleasure while Burke went to town between his hairy globes.  And when the younger stud finally worked himself inside a short time later, it was an ecstasy like no other.  Adam closed his eyes, briefly regretting every single time that it had taken him so long to make the discovery, but being eternally grateful that Burke was the one to make it with him.

“No, no…none of that,” the blonde said, reaching down to cup Adam’s plump, furry pecs and pull the other man upright.  “Eyes open, baby,” he purred, kissing the older man’s neck and grinning at his embarrassed expression when his lover blushed at their reflection in the mirror across the room.

It wasn’t the first time Burke had put him in such a position, but Adam still hated watching himself get fucked.  He was humiliated at the way his unrefined frame looked against the blonde’s athletic perfection, and at the desperate, uncontrollable expressions washing across his normally-distinguished face.  “You’re the…on…only one…who can…get…away with…this…” Adam grunted as he watched his thick cock bounce and slap with each of Burke’s thrusts.

“I mean it earlier,” the blonde whispered, nibbling on an ear.  “I really do wish everyone could see you like this.  I know you don’t believe it…but you’re so…amazingly…sexy…” Burke grunted, squeezing Adam’s slab of a chest.  “All this fuckin’ meat…the best ass…and that cock…whoooooo,” he whimpered.  “How the fuck…did I get…so lucky…?”

“NNNNGGGNNNNhhhnn!”  Adam shuddered and came without warning, Burke’s words pushing him over the edge as much as the cock hammering into him.  He watched his plump lips fall open into a pained, lustful grimace just before his untouched rod erupted, loving how it felt but hating that it meant things were winding down.  Burke erupted into him not long after, leaving them a spent, sweaty pile on the disheveled sheets.