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Maybe coming to the beach wasn't such a hot idea.

Everywhere Mahotis looked, there were people. People played on the sand, people played in the water, people lined up for every food stall he could see. The crowds were immense that day, making him regret thinking he'd get to relax.

Nevertheless, he had already set his umbrella and towel down while protecting himself with suntan lotion, determined to have a good time. With a sigh, he set his sights elsewhere, hoping for something nice to look at.

He got just that when he noticed the bodybuilders.

There'd been a few times he'd worked out, but in no way could he handle the routines those guys were subjecting themselves to. Even without knowing, he could tell those weights were out of his league.

But there was one guy who caught his attention – a yordle like him, only this guy was built. The other man sported a pair of glasses and a toque despite the weather, but those dumbbells being lifted looked as heavy as he was. Maybe paying the man a visit might salvage this trip.

But for now, he was content on laying there for the time being, understanding the day was far from over. Maybe a dip in the water could be fun, if at least to alleviate some of the heat. A snack of some kind could be the thing to take his mind off the crowds. Then he could think about—

“Needing something to admire, I see."

The abrupt presence of another person startled Mahotis. He looked up to see that the voice came from the beefy yordle he ogled earlier, his nostrils flaring at the realization. “What do you mean?"

“Oh, don't play coy. I saw you checking me out from over there." The other yordle flipped a long tuft of hair over his glasses. “I mean, I can't blame you." He stood there with his hands on his hips. “Name's Chris."

“Mahotis," he replied. He felt lucky that he didn't have to get up after all, especially when he noticed what the other yordle was packing. Standing like that gave him the perfect view of that bulge wrapped in green posing trunks, his interest soaring.

“Pleasure. You come here often?"

Mahotis had to fight to flick his gaze up to the other man's face. “I don't, but maybe I should now."

“I'll say. Where else are you gonna get sights like this?" Chris posed to show off his gains, but Mahotis' eyes kept getting drawn below the belt.

“You've convinced me." He snickered.

Chris then looked back down, the cheeky grin on his face turning pleased. “Oh good, you came prepared."

At first Mahotis wasn't sure what that meant, only to follow where the other man was pointing and noticed the bottle of sunscreen beside him. “Yeah, It's pretty hot out." He then eyed the beefcake standing over top of him. “Did you not put any on?"

“I did, but it's been hours since then. I'm gonna need it reapplied, though I wouldn't be opposed to some help." The mischievous glint in Chris' eye said more than his words did.

Mahotis grabbed the bottle without thinking, his mind having wandered to wondering what rubbing his hands over all that bulk would be like. Nicely slathered, he got to work stroking his fingers along one of those biceps, not thinking anything of it until it bulged in his grasp, spreading his hands apart without trying. “Oh wow, I didn't expect it to be so big!"

“Yeah, that's what 'the pump' is. Impressive, right?" Chris chuckled. “Had I known you'd be so interested, I'd have gotten you to feel me before my workout so you'd see what the difference was."

“I might have to now." Indeed, Mahotis' emotions swirled inside him, his blood pumping faster the more he coated the other yordle's body in a layer of cream. His fingers glided along the slickened fur, allowing him greater opportunities to cop a feel. He then did the same to the other arm, ensuring he got right down to the skin, though this time the limb was locked straight, giving him the chance to understand how large a tricep could get. He couldn't even cover it with both hands!

And that led to him working on the hunk's back. It was just as sculpted as those arms were, as if chiseled by a master of the craft who knew their way around the male form. His digits traced along the curves until he saw them tightened in his direction.

“You're gonna wanna make sure you get in all the little crevices." The smirk Chris gave was hidden from view. “Can't risk getting sunburned, right?"

Mahotis concurred, his hands doing exactly what was asked. “No, we wouldn't want that." Every part of the other yordle's body he touched was coated with an oily sheen, making sure to be thorough in his quest to tend to the stud. That brought him to the larger man's front, setting himself upon those washboard abs, the tips of his fingers running along the ridges as if mapping them out. Each gentle graze he gave was met with a flex, much to his delight.

He then migrated upwards to the yordle's prodigious chest, a quick tense showing him the power latent in each pec. His attention in thrumming those nipples with his thumb elicited a pleased groan, enticing him to go further, swirling around each one to squeeze as much pleasure out as he could before moving onto those mounds. All pretenses of applying sunscreen were pretty much gone by that point, his primary focus now enjoying his time with the beefcake.

“Oh, I'd be careful there if I were you. That's a pretty big pinch point."

“What do you—" Mahotis gasped, his hand suddenly caught between the two slabs of meat, unable to free himself or do anything besides feel those pectorals squeeze against his appendage. And yet, it had him rather giddy. “You fiend!"

“Told ya."

His hand being both captured and freed had Mahotis grinning from ear to ear; it appeared Chris enjoyed fooling around as much as he did. It only enticed him to keep going and see how far he could get with this other yordle.

Of course, his attention came back to where it began with – that green-coloured bulge. He wouldn't be playing with it directly, however. No, that could come later. For now, he wanted to keep teasing the hunk, to rile the big guy up as much as possible and potentially bring about an experience the two of them wouldn't forget.

Which prompted him to get as close as he could to it by rubbing down those bulging legs.

Just as thick as the rest of that gorgeous body, the limbs were brimming with hard-earned strength, needing to work on them one at a time in order to get anything done. He smeared more cream across those thighs, but excitement got the better of him as his target was within range.

“Take your time, you got a lot to work over."

Mahotis could only grin. He knew the other man was just as enthusiastic. Nevertheless he did slow down, if only because he could sneak in some touches of that bulge under the guise of merely doing his job.

And apparently he wasn't the only one playing coy as the larger yordle repositioning himself ended up placing the bulge on top of his hand, not once, but multiple times. It wasn't like he was ignoring it either, as he purposefully made sure to stroke along the wrapped shaft with a finger whenever he got the chance. The warmth it gave off only got more noticeable the more he played with it.

At that point he all but dropped the charade, his hands now clasping onto the package and massaging it. His actions were having the desired effect, plumping the flaccid cock with every firm caress he gave it, pining to worship it as much as he could.

Until he was stopped, that was.

“I know you're itching to get a piece of this, but I think we're owed a little privacy." Chris gazed into his eyes.

As much as Mahotis wanted to ignore societal convention and continue pleasuring the both of them, he didn't want their fun to be interrupted by an audience. “What did you have in mind?"

Chris smiled. “I know a place."

With that, the pair of them scampered away from public view, their rising libidos fueling their motivations. The sound of the crowds began to disappear the further away they got, the rocky wall of a nearby cove shielding the two of them from any would-be observer.

“Alright, time to give you what you've been craving," Chris smirked. “I'd be wanting it too if I were in your position."

Mahotis barely had time to drop to his knees before the larger yordle grabbed that swollen bulge and plopped it right on his face. The warmth radiating off the clothed package had him in a tizzy, his mouth contorting into a wry smile as he grabbed the bulge with both hands, massaging the sensitive member trapped within. Right away he could tell the thing was sizable, no longer needing to imagine what it could be like. His digits kneaded the mass, it growing firm as he splayed his fingers out. And that was just the start; he desired more.

In his grip the dick throbbed, enjoying the attention he gave it. He mashed his face into it as it grew harder, heart beating faster the more of his head it covered, his nose enjoying the scent wafting from it.

That's when his tongue popped out.

His hands roamed around the other yordle's junk, fondling whatever he found purchase on. Just from touch alone he could tell those roiling balls ached to be freed from their fabric prison. Each caress he gave sent ripples of pleasure racing up his spine, his mind swimming with possibilities of what he'd do to it once he tore the posers off. The lewd thoughts only got him more excited.

Making love to that bulge became more frenzied, his tongue slathering along the green material as his hands continued their work groping over the thickening shaft. A pulse from the pole in his paws pushed it into his cheek, enticing him to grind his nose against it as his onslaught advanced, the fiery inferno of arousal swirling inside him. More and more he stroked all around the swelling length like he was trying to get Chris off then and there. He couldn't stop making love to it if he tried, which at that point would require another person to pry him away from it.

An appreciative groan rumbled in his throat, his expression lust-drunken. The rod in his mitts had grown to be a veritable crotch rocket, so swollen that one hand alone couldn't encircle it, just how he liked it. His motions turned feverish, his own phallus hardening the more he handled that prick. The horny twinkle in his eye signaled his rising libido.

His attention returned to those nuts, audibly churning a load that he'd eventually take. It had his breathing erratic as his mind painted images of what he'd do to them, or what they'd do to him. So much lascivious energy built up inside him that he took in the head of the covered pole, tongue lashing along the underside while his hands worked the shaft, a moan slipping past his lips here and there. His emotions wreaked havoc on his composure.

A low moan of approval escaped Chris' mouth as he braced himself against the rock wall, a wry grin curling his lips. “Alright, you clearly know what you're doing."

“I've done this once or twice." Mahotis responded, giving the larger yordle a cheeky wink. His hands hadn't left those posers.

“Think you're ready for the main event then?"

Mahotis merely chuckled. “It's nothing I can't handle, I assure you." The prospect of being able to see underneath the posing trunks had him giddy, his nostrils flaring in anticipation. His fingers gripped the rim of green fabric as he peeled it back. The motion of tugging at the posers released a bunch of built-up energy, causing the monster hog to flick up into his face, startling him in the process. “Oh, it's bigger than I thought!"

Chris just laughed. “I get that a lot." He then leaned both hands on the stony wall, pushing his dick out to allow for better access. His deep breathing heaved his chest as he flexed his pelvis. “Now, you might wanna prepare a bit first, maybe take a deep breath or—"

Mahotis immediately grabbed the mushroom head and went to town on it, his tongue slipping over whatever was in reach of it. From swirling around the leaking tip, to plunging beneath the bunched-up foreskin, he did whatever his instincts told him to, to the surprise of the other yordle. “Or you can get right into it."

And he did so with gusto. Now having access to that fleshy log of yordle fuckmeat, his fingers splayed across it, tracing veins snaking along the shaft. He moaned aloud as it continued to trickle translucent pre down the back of his throat, the breaths from his nose more forceful.

His worship of that cock became more heated the more he worked it over, his mouth fitting over the head and moving along the girthy length. He allowed his teeth to graze the sensitive surface of the tip, his mouth forming a smile when that elicited a convulsion. The skills he'd acquired made him quite the sexual partner.

And because of that, he didn't let the larger yordle's size get to him, actually using that to his advantage. A bigger dick meant more surface area, giving him greater opportunities to bring the brawny man to his knees, his tongue continuing to swish around the shaft. His hands too hadn't slowed down in their offensive, cradling those engorged testosterone factories as he felt them gurgle to produce more seed. The fire in his soul only grew stronger.

That's when a hand ruffled his mohawk, causing him to gaze upwards.

“You're talented, I'll give you that." Chris spoke past his chest. “Don't go thinking I don't know what I'm doing though. I know what you're looking for."

Puzzlement clouded Mahotis' mind as he attempted to interpret the cryptic message, which led to him not anticipating his head being thrust forward, that thick cock being shoved down his throat. His eyes bulged out in surprise, unsure of whether it was because of his nose now being buried in in the other yordle's pubic bush, or because he took that schlong to the hilt.

But Chris was right – that was what he wanted. At least, he'd have made it there eventually.

He moaned around the meatstick in his mouth, the taste overwhelming his brain as the tip bulged out his throat. The concentrated scent unearthed from disturbing that furry brush tickled his nostrils something fierce. It had him grip onto those rippling thighs for support as his head was bobbed along the throbbing tool, all that precum dribbling down his greedy gullet. Clearly he made the right decision in ogling the beefcake.

But that didn't mean he couldn't still be an active participant. Letting the larger man take the lead he instead opted to carefully close his mouth, his teeth now contacting the receptive flesh as he was bucked into, the motion becoming tenser as a result. That got a chuckle caught in his throat as he didn't even need to see the other yordle to know how much of an effect his actions were having.

His chin smacked against those roiling orbs with every forceful piston into his face, with him eagerly awaiting the moment he'd make them blow. He could tell that was soon given the grunting heard overhead, as well those humps becoming shorter and faster. His heart raced at the prospect. More of those intoxicating pheromones hit him in the face, filling his nostrils entirely and imprinting on his brain, smacking him right in the pleasure centre. Without thinking he knew this would be huge.

And he was right. No warning was given as he heard a cry come from above, his face flush against the other yordle's flexing pelvis, throat being pumped with creamy spunk being shot straight down to his gut. A crimson blush shined through his purple facial fur, his cheeks straining from the fat dick stretching his mouth open. It'd be a hell of a challenge, but he'd ensure not a single drop was wasted.

His hands groped those grapefruit-sized cum tanks, noisily blasting out everything they'd produced in a fit of lust. Load after viscous load launched down his throat, filling out his gut as much as was possible, his breathing as steady as it could be with his mouth stuffed full.

A satisfied grunt indicated Chris was coming down from his sexual high. “Oh man, I needed that." The tension in his body evaporated, his musculature relaxing.

That let Mahotis free himself from the hand holding his head, pulling back with a lewd squelch as the crotch rocket lodged in his throat slipped past his lips. The absence of anything anchoring him to the gray-and-white yordle allowed him to gather his bearings. “Glad to be of service," he said with a delirious grin.

Just then his feet left the ground, his eyes wide when he found himself hoisted in the air. “Uh, what's going on?"

“I haven't paid you back yet."

Mahotis cocked a brow. “What do you mean?"

“I mean, you haven't gotten off yet." Chris emphasized his point by slipping his hand beneath the rim of those speedos. “What kind of guy would I be if I left you like that?"

And just like that, Mahotis' junk started being fondled, already hard from when he went down on the hunky yordle, but not having had a chance to release yet. The fact that it was able to be done with just one hand had him tickled pink.

To think he questioned even coming to the beach that day.