Beach Shack 2

It took Taylor a minute to remember where he was. He felt someone’s arm on his chest, soft tits pressed against his back, and a hard cock against his thigh. Opening his eyes, he saw Rick and Becca had both rolled over to hold him at some point during the night. It took Taylor a moment to process the situation.



The sex that afternoon had been one thing. It was instinctual, fast, and despite how good it felt, it still felt dirty. This was a new feeling entirely. It was intimate, innocent, and deeply confusing. Here were two people who shared so much, had slept next to one another dozens of times, and now they were holding on to Taylor like they must have held each other all those nights, as if by doing so they could somehow feel one another.



“Oh well,” Taylor thought, “ I’m not going to figure this out just laying here.” It was still early in the evening and the sun was still out, but Taylor knew he wasn’t going to get back to sleep . Restlessness and confusion about the situation moved him to carefully extract himself from the couple and slide on his boxers.



Despite how quiet he was trying to be, he saw Becca’s eyes flutter open, disturbed by the shift in weight as Taylor got out of bed and stood up. She only glanced at Taylor. Then, without saying a word, she rolled over to where Rick was laying and kissed him gently.

Taylor was even more unsure of what he should do now. Get back in bed? Leave them to each other? Unable to decide, he just stood there and watched, waiting for some indication as to what Rick and Becca wanted from him. Rick smiled and sighed at Becca’s touch, but when she broke of the kiss he was still asleep.



Undeterred, she tried kissing him again, harder this time, but with the same result. It was only then that Taylor realized a small damp spot where Becca had been laying. She was clearly after more than just a good morning kiss. Taylor was right. He watched as Becca gently pulled the sheets down, took Rick’s morning wood into her mouth, and begin sucking him off.



Rick’s eyes snapped open and he let out a soft, low moan. Taylor took a tentative step towards the door before he caught Rick’s eye. Becca was hard at work, eyes closed as she focused on getting Rick’s cock as deep as she could. Even though her boyfriend wasn’t huge, she couldn’t quite get all the way down. Still, Rick obviously had trouble focusing through his blissful and bleary state. He finally managed to make a single gesture, waving Taylor back to the bed.



Taylor was at once excited and nervous. The second time was somehow more thrilling than the first. It wasn’t just a single, lust driven decision. Rick wanted him. Becca wanted him. They invited him into their most private moments, into the part of their relationship that most people never shared, because they thought he could make them feeling something the two of them couldn’t achieve alone. That was where the nerves came into play. Taylor felt grateful for being allowed in, and wanted more than anything to live up to their expectations; to make them both feel better than they ever had.



He walked back towards the bed, trying to project and air of confidence despite the flutter in his stomach, and despite the fact he must have looked ridiculous with his cock so hard it was pushing the elastic on his boxers off of his waist.