Blake Hart
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Walking the Line - Part 6
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 14:30:02 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
It was around lunch time and Walker was still in the shower. his words echoed relentlessly in my mind: “I still owe you one. To let you fuck me.” I couldn’t shake it, the casual confidence in his voice, the way he smirked as if daring me to call his bluff. I hadn’t expected this—any of this—and now I couldn’t stop wondering what he really meant. Was he joking? Testing me? Or was it something else entirely?
I sat on the edge of my bed, pulling on a T-shirt over my swim shorts as the house buzzed with activity. My parents were in full vacation mode, packing towels, sunscreen, and an assortment of snacks into a large tote bag. From the bathroom, the sound of the shower running finally stopped, and a few moments later, Walker emerged.
He stepped out, a towel slung low around his hips, his hair damp and messy, droplets of water trailing down his toned chest. He caught my eye, grinned that infuriatingly unreadable grin of his, and walked past me without a word. My stomach twisted as I tried to focus on anything else, but my thoughts kept circling back to him. I wasn’t sure what to make of his offer—or how much it intrigued me.
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The drive to the beach was predictably chaotic. My dad, true to form, refused to pay for the more private sunbeds, insisting we could just as easily set up at the public beach. “Why spend extra when we’ve got towels and shade right here?” he said, gesturing toward the cliffs that lined the beach.
“Eric, it’s a vacation,” my mom said with a sigh, but she didn’t push further.
We finally found a spot nestled among the cliffs, where the beach opened up to a breathtaking view of turquoise water and soft white sand. The cliffs curved around the shore. The sunlight sparkled on the gentle waves, and the salty breeze carried with it the distant laughter of children playing in the surf. It was beautiful, the kind of postcard-perfect setting that would’ve been relaxing if my mind weren’t spinning.
Walker spread his towel out next to mine, stretching out lazily as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but the hint of a smirk on his lips was enough to make me wonder if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
After a while, he sat up and turned to me, his grin widening. “Hey, wanna go for a swim?”
I hesitated, glancing at my parents, who were busy debating the best way to keep the snacks out of the sand. “Uh, sure,” I said finally, trying to sound casual and avoid questions from our folks.
Walker stood, brushing sand off his legs before offering me a hand. “Let’s go, Ev’s. Water’s perfect.”
The water was cool and refreshing as we waded into the waves, the sun sparkling on the surface. Walker led the way, diving under and resurfacing with a grin, his hair plastered to his forehead. I followed, the tension in my chest easing slightly as the water lapped around us.
We swam past a series of jagged cliffs, their shadow stretching across the turquoise water. The beach behind us faded from view, and the laughter of families became a distant hum. Out here, it was just us and the rhythm of the waves.
Walker splashed me, and I retaliated, laughing despite myself. We horsed around, the way we always had, the water splashing and sparkling in the sunlight. Walker always had a calming effect on me and as the distance between us shrank, Walker suddenly stopped, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Without hesitation, he reached under the water and casually pulled out his dick, a yellowish tint spreading in the clear water around him.
“Walker, dude, you have to do that right here?” I asked, half-faking being incredulous about it.
“Come on, it’s just us,” he replied, chuckling. “Don’t you have to pee? Better here than holding it in.”
I hesitated but realized he wasn’t entirely wrong. I had downed a lot of soda earlier. “Fine,” I muttered, turning slightly away and doing the same. The relief was immediate, but as I finished, my eyes drifted back to Walker. The way his body gleamed in the sunlight, his easy confidence as he stood there—it was impossible not to notice. And my own body betrayed me yet again. My dick started to grow, and I silently cursed myself as I prayed he wouldn’t see.
Of course, he did.
Walker smirked, swimming closer. His hand slipped beneath the water, my breath hitched as his fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly. “Relax, Evs,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
I couldn’t speak, my heart pounding in my chest as he continued seeing my dick glistening in the sun with his tan hands wrapped around it made me moan. The mix of water and his movements sent jolts of pleasure through me, and I was helpless to stop it. Then Walker leaned in slightly, his green eyes locking onto mine. “Come on,” he said, his voice dropping. “Fuck me right here.”
“What?” I stammered, my mind racing.
“You heard me,” he said, grinning. “Right here. Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Somehow, I found myself nodding, moving closer as he turned around, My hands trembled as I slid his swim trunks down just enough revealing his pale but beautiful cheeks, the water lapping around us. I hesitated, but Walker glanced back, his smirk softening into something almost reassuring. “Just do it,” he said.
I positioned myself behind him, my heart pounding as I adjusted, aligning my dick with his hole. My hands trembled as I gripped his hips, the water lapping gently against us. Slowly, I pushed forward, feeling the tight heat of him envelop me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pressure and pleasure that left me breathless. Walker let out a soft moan, his fingers gripping the rocky edge for support as his back arched slightly.
“Go on, it’s not too bad,” Walker half-panted as he appearing to taking it quite well.
The water around us added a surreal quality to every movement, making it feel dreamlike, almost otherworldly. I started moving, hesitant at first to hurt him, each thrust testing the limits of my self-control. As I found a rhythm, Walker’s breathing grew heavier, soft sounds escaping his lips with every push.
His hole felt so snug around me, warm and almost impossibly tight, each thrust drawing out a low groan from deep in my chest and from Walker. The sensation was overwhelming, his body pulling me in with every stroke. The water churned and splashed more violently around us as I increased my pace, the wet slapping of our bodies meeting adding to the heady mix of sounds echoing across the secluded cove.
His head tilted back slightly, the sunlight catching on the droplets of water clinging to his skin. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Evs, you're making me…" he gasped, his voice breaking. Just then, I felt it—a sudden clenching around my dick, his body tightening instinctively around me, the sensation sending a jolt through my entire body.
It wasn’t long before I noticed something—faint white streams floating in the water, curling and dispersing around us. I froze for a moment, realization dawning. “Seems you like this too,” I said, my voice shaky but teasing. “Not just me.”
Walker laughed breathlessly, glancing back at me. “Shut up and just enjoy it,” he muttered, his tone laced with amusement and arousal.
The water made it difficult to find a rhythm, and I could feel my body straining for release. Sensing my frustration, Walker pulled away, nodding toward a secluded patch of sand nearby. “Come on,” he said, wading toward it.
We reached the tiny, hidden beach, the soft sand warm beneath our feet. Walker got down on all fours, glancing back at me with a grin. The sight of him—so much larger and stronger than me, offering himself like this—was surreal. “Better?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with something deeper as he turned his head towards me.
I didn’t answer, too focused as I positioned myself behind him. The wet friction was perfect, and I lost myself completely, my hands gripping his hips tightly as I moved faster. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me once again, the feeling heightened by the way my balls swung heavily, lazily brushing against his with each movement. The heat of the air and the warmth radiating from our bodies made everything feel raw and heightened. Walker let out deep, masculine moans, the kind that sent shivers down my spine and urged me to thrust harder. The wet slap of our bodies meeting grew louder, joined by the sounds of the waves.
The sunlight danced across the water and bathed us in its golden glow. I glanced down as I pulled out briefly, seeing the way the sunlight gave my cock a slick sheen, the head glistening as it re-entered him with a slow, deliberate push. Walker’s back arched slightly, his moans turning into breathy gasps as I picked up my pace again. “You like that, don’t you?” he teased, his voice strained but playful. “You’re close, aren’t you, Evs? Don’t hold back… let me feel it all over my back.”
As the tension in me increased, I felt my nut building, unstoppable. I pulled out just in time, my cock throbbing as hot spurts of cum erupted over his ass cheeks, thick and glistening under the sun’s rays. The beads of cum caught the light, glimmering like tiny stars against the tan of his skin, some trailing lazily down the curve of his back. Walker let out a low, satisfied chuckle, glancing back at me. “Damn, Ev,” he muttered, “You really gave it your all.”
We barely had a moment to recover before the sound of voices reached us. Tourists, from the sound of it, getting closer. Walker scrambled to pull up his trunks, and I did the same, our laughter barely contained as we hurried back to the water.
We swam back toward the main beach, the adrenaline of nearly being caught making us giddy. “That was insane,” I said, shaking my head as we floated side by side.
Walker grinned, his green eyes sparkling. “Yeah, but admit it—you loved it.”
I hesitated, then nodded. “I just… I don’t know, Walker. This feels… complicated,” I said, my voice faltering. "I mean, we’ve been best friends for so long, and now everything feels... different. Like, I don’t know how to act around you, or if I’m even allowed to feel this way. And I don’t want to screw up what we have—what if we can’t go back?"
He treaded water, studying me for a moment before speaking. “We can’t move back—that’s life,” he said. “Can we have both? Best friends, some fun, and no drama?”
I didn’t answer right away, trying to make sense of his words as we swam back to shore.
Comments
Blake
You really should. And screw if its a nude beach. Just find a secluded spot if possible :) haha
Aaron C.
Damn that was hot! I’m a little jealous, I’ve always thought having sex on the beach would be hot af! I wish the beach my husband and I visit in Saugatuck Michigan had a nude beach portion!
Blake
Both kinds are great :)
Jules
One of my indulgent drinks - sex on the beach! Ummmmmmy wummmmmy
