Walk out onto the beach and suggest she sucks your cock
From Create Your Own Story
Your raging hard-on is making all your decisions for you. The thought of having this very hot woman suck your cock is too much for you to control your actions and you walk out from behind the bushes, leaving your shorts behind. It is behaviour like this that caused you more trouble in your teens than anything else. You're not sure what makes you do it, but it must be something hormonal as you lose all common sense when the testosterone is pumping like it is now.
You wave your swollen cock around and yell at the top of your voice, "Come and suck on this if you want a real man!!!" The director turns around immediately and you can see the anger spread across his face. EJ and the man she is so expertly sucking in her mouth also stop and look towards you, but rather than anger you see smirks on their faces, followed by a satisfied smile. Misinterpreting their smiles, you start to make your way closer to the two. Too late you realise their smiles mean that someone is already dealing with this interruption and you hear footsteps behind you in the sand. You turn to run, but you feel a sharp crack to the back of your head and pain overwhelms you. You slump to your knees and fall forward into the hot sand...
...Your head is throbbing like you're coming down from a three week bender. As you regain conciousness you start to remember what was happening prior to getting thumped on the head. You realise that you are on a beach somewhere, and you can hear the sound of families in the distance. You hope that the porn makers have returned you to the beach near the hotel and left you alone. As you gather your wits about you, you squint your eyes open and try to see your surroundings more clearly.
You are indeed in the middle of the beach right near your hotel, lieing in the sand. As you look to either side you are surprised that despite the fact that it is very hot and the beach is crowded, there is noone within 10 metres of where you are lieing.
It is then that you remember that you had taken your shorts off and begin to panic. You are almost flooded with relief as you realise that your shorts must have been found as you were returned to the beach and the porn makers have put them back on you. However, your relief is short-lived as you notice that rather than simply leaving you on the beach, in a final act of vengeance, the bastards have laid you out spread eagle in your shorts and t-shirt, but with your fly undone and your cock and balls exposed to the sun. You understand now why there is a clearing around you and move to cover your manhood. You hope in vain that you have not been laying there too long, but the pain that you feel as you move to return your cock to the cover of your shorts tells you that your sunburned genitals will not be seeing any pussy until well after your holiday is finished. You stagger to your feet, and decide to abandon your towel that is still where you left it after your swim.
You make your way slowly towards the hotel, not sure whether the pain from the blow to your head or the chafing of your shorts on your burned balls and cock hurts the most. You can see and hear the disdainful regard of the other beachgoers, as they point at and abuse you while you make your way to the safety of indoors.
The trip up the elevator brings little relief and it is only the hope that painkillers and a cooling bath will offer some comfort that keeps you from falling over.
You spend the next two days holed up in your room recovering from the worst of the burning before you decide that abandoning the holiday is your best option. Another day of recovery leads you to think that you might be able to make the flight home without too much discomfort, but you make sure to book a first class seat, so that you may lay down for the majority of the trip.
You tell yourself that this is the final time you will let your hormones control your actions and throw yourself back into your business.
Three weeks later you go to your favourite bookstore and notice a DVD with very familiar scenery on the cover. As you watch the film, "Private Beach Trespass," at home that night you cum for the first time in a month watching EJ sucking cock expertly on the beach, just as you had in real life. Later that evening you decide to look at the outtakes from the filming and are embarassed to see yourself running on the beach with your cock in your hand, shouting like a madman. The filming is cut just before you were knocked unconcious and a voiceover announces that you were dealt with appropriately, before a final still is shown of you lieing on the beach with your cock and balls exposed.
As you go to sleep that night you laugh at how ironic it is that you have always wanted to star in a porn film.
THE END
