Eighteen Tanner

The beach was better than I could have imagined. After a half-hour drive, we pulled into a deserted parking lot off a long dirt road. With coffee in hand and a backpack each, we set off down the sandy trail, heading into the woods. At first, the trees were so thick that I thought we had a ways to go. However, only a handful of minutes later, we stepped up to the edge of the forest at the top of a sand dune. There, below us, a beautiful sight stretched out for as far as the eye could see.

A warm breeze rushed up the sun-drenched dune, carrying with it the sound of crashing waves that stretched out in all directions. I closed my eyes, inhaling the fresh, crisp air. Immediately, my body began to relax, and I felt more at ease than I had in days.

"Wow…" I breathed. "This… is amazing."

"It's one of my favorite places," Wyatt replied. "Although, I don't think I've been here in a few years." He pointed down at a dark patch on the beach. "You can barely see it from here, but there's lots of stones buried in the sand. You can even find some fossils here." He glanced to the south, holding his hand up to block the sunlight. "And… the tree's still here."

I followed his line of sight until I saw the massive dark shape down at the edge of the beach. Even from a distance, I could see large exposed roots in the sand and the lush green foliage casting a dark shadow across the beach.

"I brought my hammock just in case it was still here," Wyatt smiled. "I'm glad I did." He reached down, taking my hand. "Come on. I'll show you the best spot in the whole world."

A smile spread over my face as I allowed myself to be pulled down the dune toward the beach. Thankfully, it wasn't too much of a hike. Due to the lack of shade and clouds, the sun was exceptionally hot that day, much more than I thought possible for so early in the year. By the time we made it to the tree, I was already sweating.

"This is incredible," I said as we stepped into the shade of the tree at last. I reached out, running my hands over the smooth roots that rose up past my waist. "I've never seen anything like this."

"When storms come in, and the waves get big, sometimes they make it this far and wash away the sand," Wyatt said, already pulling a rope out of his bag. "Most trees topple after a while, but this one has never budged." He reached up, grabbing one of the green branches and pulling it down. "See these little green berries? They're mulberries. They won't be ripe for a little while yet, but I used to come here all the time and just sit up in the branches eating them for hours. Oliver and Parker used to come with me a lot."

"You guys are really close, aren't you?"

"They're my best friends in the whole world," he replied. He paused for a moment, his gaze pulling away. "I… uh… told them about you…"

My heart quickened. "How did that go?"

"They were supportive," he smiled. "I knew they would be. But… you know… I've always been the straight guy in the group. So they were a little surprised…"

"They don't care that I'm human?"

"Not at all. In fact, Parker asked me to join his pack where they allow mixed relationships." He waved his hand in front of him, shaking his head. "But that's not important right now. Today is about you and me doing whatever we want and getting some relaxation in. Right?"

I nodded. "Right."

"Good." He finished tying the last knot around one of the roots and pulled a hammock from his bag. "I just need your help with this."

"Sure."

Dropping my bag on the ground, I took the other end of the hammock and helped Wyatt tie it off. After a few minutes of adjustment, we both took a step back to admire our handiwork. Before I could say anything, Wyatt plopped down in the hammock and kicked his shoes off, his feet dangling a few inches off the ground. He glanced up at me, his cheeks flushed red.

"I… uh… just need your help with one more thing…"

I tilted my head to the side like a confused puppy. "With what?"

"With this."

Wyatt reached down and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. Leaning back, he slowly pushed them down and off, his half-hard cock flopping onto his belly. However, that wasn't where he stopped. Scooching down in the hammock, he grabbed the backs of his knees and pulled his legs back, his ass just at the edge of the hammock. His cheeks spread naturally, and I got a full view of what he needed help with.

My butt plug.

"You know…" I said. "I was wondering where that went."

Wyatt's cheeks flushed bright red.

I stepped up between his legs, grinding my pelvis against his ass, making sure I pushed the plug in a little deeper. A soft moan escaped from his lips as he tried to speak.

"I… I'm sorry," he said breathlessly. "I don't know why… I took it."

"I do," I replied, leaning down and cupping his cheek. "You're a slut."

Wyatt's eyes went wide.

"Don't worry," I chuckled. "I like it."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"But," I added. "I think it's about time you paid for stealing my toy." I gripped him a little harder and thrust my hips forward, the plug grinding against his prostate. "Is that what you want?"

He nodded.

"Say it," I commanded. "I want to hear the words on your lips."

"I… I want you to…"

"Go on."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Good boy," I replied, giving him a firm pat. With one last kiss, I pulled back and dropped my shorts to the sand. "Don't you worry? I'm gonna take good care of you."

Wyatt barely had time to gasp before my mouth was wrapped around his fat, throbbing cock. I worked my tongue around the ridge of his crown, paying careful attention to the sensitive underside of his shaft.

"Fffuuuck…" he groaned, tipping his head back.

He hadn't asked me outright to have my way with him, and I had a feeling it was hard for him to say. But I couldn't deny I'd been fantasizing about this moment. Bottoming was usually my thing, but that didn't mean I didn't like to let out my more aggressive side once in a while.

Working my lips over his cock, I slowly reached down, trailing my fingers over his legs. Each tiny movement caused him to squirm more, but thanks to gravity and the hammock, he always swung back to me. I cupped his balls as I pushed further, trying to take his entire cock. I gagged almost immediately but didn't pull back all the way. It was going to take some practice to take both the length and girth. But that was a worry for another time.

The moment he was distracted, I made my move. Before he could react, I pressed my thumb against the butt plug and gave it a jolt. A leg nearly collided with the side of my head as Wyatt jumped, crying out.

"Fuck!"

"Someone is sensitive," I chuckled, letting his dick flop back against his belly. "Just wait until we get to the good part."

The look on his face was a mixture of fear, curiosity, and pure lust. I knew the feeling all too well.

"Just lean back and enjoy it," I said, lifting his cock to my lips once more. "No more surprises."

He did as he was told, and my soft lips wrapped around his shaft, convincing him once more that everything was going to be fine. With one hand gripping the base of his dick, I worked my lips up and down, creating a rhythm that had him moaning loudly. With the other hand, I put pressure on the plug, moving it in slow circles to get him used to the sensation.

My own cock was rock-hard and profusely leaking precum into the sand. There was something deeply hot about having one of my own toys stuffed up Wyatt's ass. I could hardly believe that he wanted to bottom or that he thought about me in that way at all. However, seeing the need in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. The boy had been fantasizing about my cock for weeks. I just knew it. I was no slouch in the dick department, but I thought that would have frightened him. However, it turned out the opposite was true.

And I was getting impatient to feel that tight ass wrapped around my cock. It was time to get him ready for that.

Wrapping my fingers around the end of the plug, I slowly pulled it back, letting the thick end of it stretch him from the inside before pushing it back in. Wyatt gasped, his fists clenched around the fabric of the hammock. I felt a sudden burst of sweet precum across my tongue, and I knew I'd found his prostate. He was around to have the ride of his life.

Still teasing him with my tongue, I pushed and pulled the plug, working it in and out of his hole. Each time it bumped against his prostate, he writhed in pleasure. Within a few moments, he was pushing back, trying to get more and more. His hole was so greedy, and I couldn't resist him any longer.

With a firm hand, I removed the plug and tossed it into the hammock beside him. It only took me a couple of seconds to find the lube stuffed into his backpack. He'd been planning this for a while, and everything I needed was within easy reach. I squirted a healthy portion into my hand, quickly warming it up between my fingers before applying it to his hole. While I was down there, I slipped a finger in, tapping it against his prostate.

The man nearly came unglued.

"Fuck!" he cried, blocking me from putting his cock back in my mouth. "Don't…" he begged. "I… I don't want to cum yet… too close…"

I smiled, flicking my tongue across his balls instead. "I guess I'll just have to fuck you then." I leaned down, giving him a sloppy kiss as I fingered his ass. "Is that what you want?"

"Please…" he begged.

"Good boy."

The moment I got to my feet, I realized why Wyatt had hung the hammock so high. Without having to adjust at all, the head of my cock naturally landed against his entrance. I couldn't help smiling as he turned his gaze away from me, an embarrassed expression on his face. However, I was impressed. Not only had he set himself up to get exactly what he wanted, but he made it almost too easy to give it to him.

Grabbing the back of his knees, I pushed him back, spreading his cheeks even further so I had a perfect view of his tight pucker.

"You're going to tell me how it feels," I commanded, leaving no room for argument. "And if I need to go faster. Is that understood?"

"Mhmm," he hummed in reply, biting his lower lip.

Gripping his legs, I pushed my hips forward, grinding my cockhead against his hole. Thanks to all the prep, he opened up to me easily. However, once we reached the ridge of my crown, things were already tight.

"Just relax," I cooed, working the tip of my cock in and out of his hole as he moaned. "You can do it. Just breathe."

Wyatt nodded as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"There you go."

Reaching down, I took hold of his throbbing cock and slowly began to stroke him while keeping the pressure on his hole. The distraction seemed to work because I felt him open up to me. Within a few seconds, I felt the ridge of my head pop past his ring, the velvet warmth enveloping my cock.

"Fuck…" I breathed. "That ass feels so good."

"I… I want more…" Wyatt whined, hooking his legs around my back. "I need it…"

If I wasn't hard before, I sure as fuck was after that. I stood there watching as Wyatt used his legs to pull himself closer to me, my cock slipping deeper and deeper inside of him. He didn't stop until my pelvis met his, my dick buried to the hilt in his ass.

Now it was my turn to moan, the tight warmth of his body sending shivers up my spine. Already, I could feel the heat building in my belly. I was overcome with the urge to pound him out like a slab of beef, and it took every last ounce of willpower I had to stay where I was.

Suddenly, Wyatt reached his arms up, hooking them around my neck. He pulled me in for a passionate kiss, his tongue swirling around my own. With his legs, he slowly began to work himself back and forth, using the leverage of the hammock to ride my cock. He moaned into my mouth, his movements already growing erratic.

"You're so big," he muttered between kisses. "I feel so full…"

"Just wait until I fill you with my cum," I murmured back. "Take it from me. That's the best part."

"Fuck yes… give it to me."

"As you wish."

With that, I pulled back, wrapping my fingers around his thick thighs. Using the swing of the hammock, I pumped my cock deep inside him. Wyatt tipped his head back, once again gripping the fabric of the hammock as he let me use his body. His ring hugged my shaft tightly, sending waves of pleasure through my system. Within a few seconds, I picked up the pace, choosing a rhythm that seemed to be a good starting point.

"H-Harder," Wyatt growled, throwing his ankles over my shoulders.

I did as I was told. With each thrust, I made sure to time it just right so that he got every last centimeter of my thick cock. Within seconds, he was leaking so much precum over his belly that it had begun running down his side and soaking into the hammock.

"More," he begged. "Fuck me harder!"

I picked up the pace again, my balls slapping against his ass with each collision of our bodies. Wyatt groaned and growled, his deep voice vibrating through his body straight down to my cock. The warmth in my belly was building, and I could feel my muscles tensing. I wanted so much to keep on fucking him forever, but my orgasm was coming whether I liked it or not.

"Fuck…" I growled, gripping him tighter. "I'm getting close, baby…"

"Oh fuck… I'm gonna…" he moaned, twisting the hammock up in his fists. "Don't stop!"

I didn't need to be told twice. Picking up the pace, I slammed Wyatt's hole over and over again, feeling the friction increase between us as he tensed. It was only a few seconds before his entire body lurched upward as he cried out, cum shooting across his chest. He came again and again, each thrust of my cock milking more out of him. Just the mere sight of it pushed me over the edge.

Digging my fingers into his thighs, I slammed my thick cock home, my entire body stiffening all at once. Stars burst in my vision as I came, shooting my thick load deep inside him. With each pulse of my cock I heard him moan my name, his body now limp against the hammock. It was all I could do to stay standing, my hips continuing to thrust of their own accord until every last drop had been milked from my dick.

Finally, I could take it no longer and collapsed on top of him, the ropes groaning under the added weight.

"Fuck…" I breathed. "That… was amazing…"

"I don't know… what to say," Wyatt replied, just as out of breath as I was. "That's the best orgasm I've… ever had."

"It's pretty good, right?" I chuckled, my sweaty forehead resting against his chest.

"Incredible…" He laughed, wrapping his arms around me. "I can see why some guys prefer this. It's way better."

"Just wait until round two," I said, lifting my gaze and waggling my eyebrows at him. "I'll last way longer the second time."

There was a mixed look of fear and curiosity on his face that made me smile.

Today was going to be a day to remember.