At the Beach
Sergal heads to the beach to watch others and fantasy about all sorts of things.
More public stuff, cause, well, I enjoy it. This was an odd little idea that I had, and I hope you all like it.
If you have anything you wanna see, just let me know
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Tyler slammed shut the hatch of his car and hoisted his bag over his shoulder. It was a beautiful day to be out at the beach. There was a pleasant breeze that kept the air cool, even as the sun beat down, and the sand was warm without burning.
Even still, the sergal hesitated for a moment before stepping from the grass onto the sand. His paws dug into the sand as he walked, going barefoot as he always did. The sand would be a bitch to get completely out of his paws, and he'd likely have to vacuum it out of the carpet in his apartment in a day or so, but it was always worth it.
It was a little past noon on a week day, and with school being out for the summer there were plenty of people hanging out in the surf or playing games in the sand. Tyler felt his sheath swell at the sight of all the beach-goers, and tore his gaze away to focus on a spot to lay out and relax.
The sergal wasn't quite six foot tall, and had grey predominantly white fur, except for a "coat" of grey that started at the tip of his pointed nose, and up over his ears, and down his back and shoulders to the base of his tail. Like most sergals, his tail started thick at the base and then tapered off until the tip that plumed out with a big tuft of fur. He was only wearing a pair of sunglasses and khaki shorts, but those would soon be kicked off to lay around in his speedo.
He walked on for what seemed like half a mile before finding a spot to drop his bag. There weren't many other sunbathers in the immediate area, and there was a group of athletic-looking guys playing volleyball within good watching distance.
His sheath twitched again, cock threatening to slide free. "Down boy," he thought with a sly grin. There'd be plenty of fun to be had in a short time.
The towel he'd brought with him was made for just this occasion, too; a tie-dye number with a black border that he'd bought online, and then altered for his own purposes. He spread it along the warm sand and sat in the middle, glancing around cautiously before slipping a paw through the center where a slit had been cut and hemmed. He dug a small hole just under the slit, careful not to pull any sand back up onto his towel, and careful not to draw any attention.
When he was satisfied, he rummaged around in his bag, drawing out, of all things, a fleshlight! He kept it low to the towel and shoved it right through the slit, into the warm sand. He'd done this before, and was confident it wouldn't get damaged by the surrounding sand. The silicone entrance, modeled after some fox's tail, was sticking up, just out of the slit in the towel, and he repositioned his bag atop it to keep it hidden from view.
Tyler's pulse had quickened in the last few minutes while digging and planting his toy, and he was ready to get things started. He stood up and shucked the shorts he'd worn, glancing down at his bright red speedo. His balls and sheath were outlined in the taut fabric and he looked on at the guys playing volleyball, licking his lips. This was going to be good.
The sergal loved doing this; picking a spot on the beach, setting up his towel and toy, and then watching the half-naked college students or teenagers run around while his imagination ran with them. He pulled a throw pillow from his bag to have something to rest his arms and head on, and then lay out against the towel. He could feel the fox toy pressed against his sheath through the speedo, and that was all it took for his shaft to start pressing out.
A white-furred paw moved underneath him to carefully tug the waistband down, and soon the tip of his cock was nestled just inside the silicone toy's entrance. He'd lubed it before even leaving his car, and he ground his hips against the toy to coax another inch out of his sheath and into the ribbed passage. There were six guys only thirty or so yards from him, and not a single one knew that he'd exposed himself so openly, so discreetly.
The first to catch his eye was a thick German shepherd. The boy, for lack of a better term, was wearing a pair of green swim trunks, his belly hanging out, but not big enough to sag down over the waistband. He was the heaviest in the group, but his legs and arms looked powerful as he jumped to spike the ball over the net. The shepherd landed less than gracefully and fell forward onto his paws, tail lifted high and butt on display for the peeping sergal.
Tyler's sucked in a breath and pictured himself pressed up against the shepherd's tail, sans swim-trunks, and pushing his long, tapered tongue up under the black and brown tail to rim the younger male. He'd make him whine and moan like a puppy, begging for more as his tongue pressed all the sensitive spots deep inside. The thicker ones were always so shy and bashful, and he could picture the shepherd on his back, paws drawn up to his chest while the sergal's tongue assaulted his prostate, forcing the dog into a hands-free orgasm that left streaks of white across his fur.
The sergal's hips rocked back and forth, barely any movement needed to slide his fully-extended cock along inside the toy. The sand had warmed the silicone, and with all the lube, it felt heavenly, and almost like a real person. Maybe just like that otter.
The otter in question was tall and thin, and wearing a pair of swim briefs, much like the sergal's own, though not as skimpy. Though they were just as revealing. The otter had soft grey fur and the briefs were bright yellow, and outlined the soft shaft quite well. Tyler's eyesight was good, and he could barely make out the mushroom head that had been shoved to the side, and the heavy sac. Otter boy had quite the package.
Tyler imagined the toy was the otter for a moment. He pictured holding that rudder tail against his chest for support as he bent the otter down over his beach towel and thrust into the slick, tight passage. He'd heard the otter call to his friends, and imagined that deep, silky voice moaning and begging for more. Otter boy would dig his fingers into the towel and bite down on the throw pillow, toes splayed as he fought back his orgasm. But the sergal knew just how to press all the right buttons, and soon the otter in his head was moaning into the pillow and thick gouts of cum splattered noisily against the towel.
He was leaking rather profusely into the toy at this point, and could feel the fur of his crotch get matted down when he'd grind forward, lube and pre displacing out against him. He couldn't just start humping away at the towel, it'd be much too obvious Tyler had to remain calm and collected, and be content to grind back and forth slowly, prolonging the pleasure for as long as he wanted before release.
One of the players, a short fennec, tackled his teammate, a tall zebra, and knocked him to the ground, wrestling away a phone. Tyler smirked as he watched their antics, the game momentarily paused. That zebra could pick up the fennec if he wanted to, and likely throw him a good twenty feet.
Maybe they were an item. They were in the sergal's head, for now. Fennec boy would play dirty and wrestle the zebra to the ground, and the zebra would let him. The desert fox would yank the zebra's trunks off and reveal a monstrous, stiff equine shaft. Zebra boy would blush scarlet under those black and white stripes and let the smaller male spread his legs. Tyler pictured the fennec to be packing a cock bigger than his small frame should permit, but hey, it was his fantasy, right?
Fennec boy shoved his shaft through the zebra's puckered entrance, right up to the engorged knot, and the zebra threw his head back in a feminine whinny of pleasure, stroking his cock as the canine started plowing him. The sergal's hips stuttered a bit as he ground into the fake-fox tail beneath the towel. He could practically hear the fennec's knot as it popped back and forth through the zebra's used passage. He could smell the musk of the horny zebra as he pumped his shaft, gripping around the medial ring and wringing his hands together over the leaking spire.
Zebra boy was able to lean down and take the head of his own cock against his lips and moments later cum sprayed from the flared head, spattering over his muzzle and face as he came. The fennec's thrusts continued on as he pumped his own load into the larger male, and the fantasy dissolved from the sergal's thoughts.
His imagination was bringing him closer to the edge of his orgasm, despite the fact that there were no less than thirty or forty people in his immediate vicinity. No one knew that the sergal's cock was pulsing inside his toy, and if he'd been forced to move, for any reason, there was no way his speedo would contain his erection. For now all he could do was turn his attention back to the group.
The last two the volleyball players were two lions, twins it appeared, and they were on opposite teams. One with the shepherd and otter, and the other playing the zebra and fennec. They were the loudest of the bunch, constantly yelling at each other over the net and trash talking. It was all good natured, of course, and the they beamed at each other the whole time.
Twins. Confident, sexy, athletic lion twins. Gold fur, russet manes, and a bit of muscle that showed an active lifestyle. Everything about them looked the same, even their swim trunks. Tyler couldn't help but grin as he watched them from behind his shades. Did their cocks look the same?
They appeared to love competing, and he pictured himself held up by four strong arms, pressed against identical, powerful chests. In his mind they were both uncut and large, and wanted to prove that -they- were the better of the two. Tyler could only hold onto a lion's shoulders as they held him, shared him. Two lion shafts were pressed up under his tail, stretching him wide and thrusting counter to each other.
Both of the twins kept their legs bent, standing together with a sergal between their chests, thrusting up into the whining, moaning creature. Tyler dug his claws into one's back and he felt both brothers press their muzzles against opposite sides of his neck, biting down hard as their respective orgasms literally flooded his passage.
That was what finally set the sergal off. He had to duck his muzzle down against his paws and exhale sharply through his nose to keep from making any noise as his tapered shaft exploded inside the silicone toy, gushing cum through the passage and seeding the sand beneath.
Tyler's eyes watered from the intensity of his orgasm, and he shuddered atop the beach towel, toes curling and splaying. He was still hard as a rock, and the group he'd been watching were still playing together. The sergal humped forward a few inches, driving his cock into the toy with a gasp as his sensitive flesh slid through the ribbed tunnel.
"Few more minutes," he thought. "Then it's time for round two,"