Gay Erotic Stories

I am in no way involved with NBC or Spelling Productions. They own all of the characters mentioned in this story. Sadly, NBC has cancelled Sunset Beach. The finale aired this New Year's eve. This is just my own little farewell to the all the hot guys of the Beach who have entertained us for the past 3 unforgettable years. Note: The events in this story take place following the events in the first series of stories, A Day in Sunset Beach, and have nothing to do with any storylines that have occurred on the show in the past several months. Casey Mitchum walked slowly along the beach, the sand cool and smooth beneath his feet. The sun was slowly rising in the east, but Casey's eyes were fixed on what he loved best, the ocean. Sighing, Casey squatted down in the sand, resting his weight on the tips of his toes, a moderate breeze gently caressing his face and ruffling his blonde hair. Life was suddenly so confusing, Casey reflected. Before, everything had been so simple. He loved his job as a lifeguard and he had some really wonderful friends here in Sunset Beach. He'd been burned by love, sure but life had been pretty simple, all the same. He'd always believed that eventually, his life would follow the pattern he'd never failed to believe in boy meets girl, boy & girl fall in love, boy & girl get married and live happily ever after. There'd been many times over the years when he'd found himself admiring other guys' bodies, but he'd never really given it much serious thought. A few months earlier, when he'd been on the verge of firing his incompetent lifeguard, Brad Nickolas, everything had begun to change. Somehow, Brad had ended up servicing Casey once or twice a week, giving him blow jobs in exchange for continued employment. At first, it had been pure sexual release to Casey, something he couldn't get with Sara Cummings, the girl he was in love with and wanted to take the time to get to know first before they rushed into anything. Sexual release in exchange for letting Brad stay on, mostly in charge of the station's paper work. No big deal. Slowly, though, he began to let himself fantasize about sucking a guy's cock himself. More & more, while he was beating off in the shower every morning before work, images of guys would pop into his head. Yesterday, things had changed for good. Cole Deschanel had walked in on him being blown by Brad, and to Casey's utter amazement, Cole had taken over where Brad left off. Afterwards, Casey had finally given in to his own hidden desires and had sucked Cole's cock, as he had secretly done in his own masturbation fantasies several times. Doing it had felt so right, and so natural, that Casey had no doubt that he'd only been denying his true sexuality for all these years. Maybe on some level, the women in his life had known that something wasn't quite right, and that's why his relationships hadn't come to anything. "Casey? Are you okay, man?" A voice broke into his thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder and then stood up and turned slowly around. "Hey Cole. Did you sleep okay last night?" Casey asked. After their encounter in the lifeguard tower, Cole had asked if he could stay at Surf Central for awhile while he tried to work things out in his troubled marriage to Caitlin. "To tell you the truth, Case, it was kind of lonely in that bed all alone," Cole smiled, his head tilted down but his eyes looking up at Casey. The look, combined with the sexy smile and dimples, sent a tingle of desire throughout Casey's body. "I... um.... I thought about joining you. I thought about it all night, in fact," Casey smiled. "So why didn't you? I was just lying in there, waiting for you," Cole said softly. Glancing around the deserted beach, he moved closer to the sexy lifeguard and began to run his hand up and down his t-shirt clad chest. "I don't know. Cole, you're a married guy. I thought maybe yesterday had just been a fluke, you know?" Casey whispered softly, his body responding to Cole's touch. "Casey, I love Cait. A lot. But we're not together at the moment. I've been denying this side of myself for a few years now, since I came to Sunset Beach and met Caitlin. I don't want to deny it any more, not right now." Cole smiled and slipped his hand down inside the blonde's shorts, wrapping his fist around the hard cock he encountered inside. "Cole....mmm...that feels really good," Casey smiled. Cole looked around the beach again and then pulled his hand out of Casey's shorts and grabbed his arm. "C'mon. Race you to the pier," Cole grinned, taking off in a run. Casey, his hard on tenting the front of his shorts, laughed and took off after Cole. Across town, Tim Truman opened his eyes. Same old motel room, he thought, as he did every morning. Then, the events of the day before came flooding back to him. For a moment, he laid there, frozen, as he recalled everything he'd done and seen. He'd let Sean Richards pay him $500 for a blow job and a fuck, and then he'd picked up a guy on the beach and blown him. Of course, just his usual luck, the first guy he'd ever picked up in his life had turned out to be Cole Deschanel's younger brother, and worse, Cole had walked in on them. Tim grinned suddenly, thinking of what he'd seen after that Cole and Casey Mitchum exchanging blow jobs in the lifeguard station. Just thinking about it made Tim horny. He slid his hand underneath the blanket and wrapped it around the base of his eight inch morning hard on. Stroking himself slowly, Tim thought of the look on Cole's face as he'd sucked Casey's cock. There had been a look of absolute ecstasy in the former jewel thief's eyes. Tim felt his orgasm rising as he imagined himself in Casey's place, getting sucked off by Cole, his cock sliding in and out of that hot mouth. Groaning, Tim arched his back, his hand still pumping his pole with a furious rhythm. "Yeah!" The word escaped from Tim's throat as shot after shot of cum erupted from his cock, covering his chest. Breathing heavily, Tim let his body go limp and slowly ran his finger across his cum stained chest. Bringing his finger to his mouth, Tim savoured the taste of his own juices and smiled. He had a lot to due today, and most of it was going to be very enjoyable. "Case, have you ever done anything like this before?" Cole asked. The two men were lying side by side in the shady sand under the pier. Beside them in a crumpled pile were their hastily discarded clothes. "No. I'm new to all of this," Casey admitted as he ran his hands up and down Cole's amazing body. He could feel Cole's strength and muscularity and it was an incredible turn on after being with so many women. There was something about a man's body that was so exciting. "Don't worry. I'm a good teacher," Cole grinned, his dimples once again affecting Casey, who leaned forward hungrily and began to devour his lover's chest. "That feels so hot, Case. I want you man, I want to be the first inside you," Cole groaned. A sudden rush of mixed feelings hit Casey fear, desire, excitement, curiosity. "Okay," his voice was so soft it was nearly inaudible. Cole grinned and reached for his pants. Casey watched with growing desire as Cole's incredible body stretched out before him. Bending over, he took Cole's throbbing meat into his mouth. "You're already fantastic at that," Cole moaned as he wrapped his arms around Casey's waist and pulled him over so that he was straddling Cole, with his ass in Cole's face. The blonde lifeguard continued to bob his head up and down while Cole gently began to massage the lubricant around his virgin hole. Casey groaned in pain as Cole slipped a finger inside of him and began to move it in and out. "It's all right," Cole whispered as he let a second finger join the first. Casey continued to suck on Cole's rigid cock while his ass was finger fucked. After a few minutes, the pain was gone and he felt a sudden surge of mind blowing pleasure overwhelm him. "God!" Casey yelled, Cole's cock slipping from his mouth with a slurping sound. Smiling, Cole slid out from underneath Casey and sat up. Casey turned around, an eager and questioning look on his face. Cole pulled the buff lifeguard against him and sucked on his neck. "Are you ready?" Casey nodded, a look of desire and fear in his eyes. Cole took hold of Casey's legs and moved them to either side of his body, smiling down at Casey's hard cock, which was resting against Cole's chest, just beneath his chin. Slowly, Cole pulled Casey downwards until his cock was pressing against the tight entrance to Casey's ass. "Relax," Cole said softly. Casey stopped holding his breath and slowly relaxed his entire body. As he did so, he felt the head of Cole's cock slide inside of him. Casey let out a yelp of pain and wrapped his arms tightly around Cole's back. Cole gently but firmly pulled him the rest of the way down and Casey felt tears fill his eyes as Cole's nine inches filled him. They remained in that position for several moments, Cole sitting in the sand with Casey on his lap, facing him, his body wrapped around Cole's. Finally, though, Casey felt the pain begin to fade and began to raise himself up off of Cole's cock slowly, causing Deschanel to moan in bliss. As Casey built up a steady rhythm, sliding up and down Cole's manhood, the feeling of almost unbearable ecstasy that he'd felt earlier when Cole was fingering him returned and he started moaning, gasping, and calling out Cole's name with abandon. The two men continued for some time, their arms wrapped around each other as Casey bounced up and down with increasing speed and Cole's tongue sought out all of Casey it could, from his chest to his mouth and arm pits as he struggled to hold back his climax. Just as Cole knew there was no way he could hold back any longer, he felt Casey's cock burst between their bodies and the warm wetness of cum on his chest. The feeling sent Cole over the edge. "I'm there," he moaned into Casey's ear. He felt his lover's ass muscles contract tightly as he came inside of him. Their movements continued for a few moments as they both struggled to catch their breath. "That was incredible," Casey sighed finally as he looked into Cole's eyes. "Yeah, it sure was. I forgot just how amazing it could be with a guy," Cole smiled. "Somehow, I don't think you're going to have the chance to forget again, not as long as you're staying at Surf Central!" Casey grinned. "Maybe I'll just have to stay forever then," Cole said. Then, looking around them for the first time since they'd started making love, Cole realized that the beach was beginning to come to life. "We'd better get dressed before someone finds us under here." "Yeah. I've got to get to work, too. Michael will worry if I'm late," Casey smiled. "I guess I'd better run home and hit the showers first, though." "Listen, when is your lunch break? Maybe we could meet at the house," Cole said. "Noon. I'll be there," Casey grinned as he pulled on his shorts and took off down the beach, his t-shirt in hand. Cole watched from the shade of the pier as the bronzed blonde adonis jogged down the beach, attracting the admiration of each and every woman he passed. Tim strutted along the beach, feeling better than he had in a long time. He was dressed in a skin tight maroon t-shirt and khaki shorts and he knew he looked good. Soon, he reflected, I'll have Meg back. Despite his new found interest in sex with men, there was no doubt at all that his heart still belonged to Meg. And, the best part was, after he won her back, he never had to worry about being tempted to cheat on her again with a woman. Being with men wouldn't really be cheating, Tim thought. For the first time ever, he noticed just how many great looking men lived in Sunset Beach and hung out on the beach. His eyes locked onto one man in a wet suit, emerging from the ocean with a surf board. Tim's mouth began to water just at the sight of the man's nicely displayed package. A jolt of disappointment over took Tim when he realized that the surf babe was Father Antonio Torres. There was no hope there, Tim sighed to himself. But, it was probably for the best. He had things he had to do. Almost as if by fate, he spotted Cole Deschanel walking along the beach towards him, looking out at the ocean with a satisfied, happy smile on his face. "Cole! Hey, Cole!" Tim yelled to get the other man's attention. When Deschanel turned his face towards him, Tim had a sudden flashback to the image of Casey's cock sliding in and out of those very lips, that very mouth. "Tim. Listen, sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to interrupt you and Leo, or to overreact the way I did," Cole said. "We need to talk, Deschanel. I'm going to need your help," Tim grinned. "With what? And why should I help you?" Cole demanded. "Because if you don't everyone in town is going to know about your little interlude with Casey Mitchum. And I mean everyone. Your father, Caitlin, all your friends," Tim twisted the imaginary knife, silently thanking Annie Douglas for all he'd learned from her while they'd worked together to break up Meg & Ben. "You bastard!" Cole yelled, grabbing the front of Tim's shirt and pulling him close, a snarl on his face. "You won't tell anyone anything, Truman. You have just as much to lose." "No, that's where you're wrong. To spill the beans about me, you'd also have to out your own brother. You might not be all that close to him, but would you be willing to do that? I doubt it. Even if you were, it wouldn't matter. I know someone who'd pay me big bucks for anything I could give him that would finally end your marriage to his daughter," Tim smirked. Cole slowly let go of Tim's shirt and stared at him in disgust. He was right, of course. There was no way he was going to let Tim ruin his marriage to Cait. He couldn't exactly out his own brother, though, and he also knew that Tim was dead right Gregory would pay any sum for the kind of info Tim possessed. It was a miracle that Tim had come to him first, in fact. "What do you want?" Cole asked, defeat in his voice. "You, for starters," Tim grinned. To be continued. . .