DAUPHIN ISLAND SCORPION
His nickname is Scorpion but nobody called him that to his face except for those that were in his inner circle. Never in public; only in private and when they are intimate.
I met him quite by accident. I was walking along the water’s edge well past the public beach on the west end of Dauphin Island in Alabama when I saw a ski boat land on the beach in the distance. I was ready to head back toward civilization until I saw what was coming off that ski boat. Even at a half mile away I could see the distinct V shape of wide shoulders and narrow waists. I asked myself what are the chances of seeing six huge bodybuilders in the middle of nowhere?
It was just supposed to be a day trip to Dauphin Island but it turned into two weeks of bliss. The eastern, wider portion of the island is shaded by thick stands of pine trees and saw palmettos, but the very narrow, western part of the island features scrub growth and almost no trees. There are miles of unspoiled beaches beyond west end public beach. The island, complete with dunes, maritime forests, salt marshes, tidal flats and two freshwater lakes, is approximately 14 miles long and 1 ¾ miles wide at the widest point. The eastern six miles are inhabited while the western 8 miles are undeveloped and privately owned. The island is easily accessed from the mainland via the Dauphin Island Bridge or by private boat which was how the huge men arrived.
The guys were pulling coolers and things off the boat and it looked like they were going to have a meal, drink some beer, and soak up some sun. As I got closer shirts and board shorts came off revealing miniscule bathing suits exposed almost all their flesh. A pop-up beach cabana appeared and a table was placed inside, I assumed to keep the sand and the food separate. The guy in charge of the food had a mop of curly blond hair and seemed to be the youngest guy there but despite his young age he was powerfully built. Two guys were tossing a football and two others were playing Frisbee.
The sixth guy seemed to be the leader of the pack and when he pulled off his shirt and shorts I stopped dead in my tracks. He wore a black square-cut bathing suit that left no doubt he was blessed by the gods in the cock department. The low cut band of material looked like tan through fabric because there was a pattern in the weave and it was almost transparent except for the pouch which was slightly darker to protect the family jewels from sunburn. The closer I got the more massive the guys looked especially the fearless leader.
I was not only impressed by the caliber of men but also by their boat. I was familiar with the Yamaha 242 Limited S E series jet boat because I had an in water demonstration and was sold until they told me the boat cost 70K. I’m sure it was worth every penny but I didn’t have that many pennies to spend on a ski boat. I could buy an E-Class Mercedes-Benz for less and I needed a better car more than I needed a tricked out ski boat that holds 12 people. Not that I’d buy a Mercedes.
Tell me it was lust if you must, but I needed to get a closer look at the man in black. He was sprawled out on the sand beyond the boat soaking up the sun. His body was perfection and I defiantly had to get a closer look. The instant I stepped into the water to go around the back of the boat pain shot up my leg. I fell in the sand on the other side of the boat not knowing what hit me.
“Jellyfish,” I heard behind me. One of the men playing Frisbee stood behind me and soon all six were there to see what was happening.
“What do we do Doc,” the cook asked.
“Trey, get me some vinegar, paper towels, and somebody get me a credit card,” the man ordered. Trey ran toward the tent and another guy got in the boat to get his wallet.
“Jellyfish arrive around this time of the year and I’d advise anybody to stay out of the water if you find any dead jellyfish on the beach. Since you’ve already been stung by a jellyfish, we’ll rinse the sting with salt water, not fresh water then we’ll soak the area in vinegar and scrape the tiny stingers away with a plastic credit card,” the Doc said.
“I guess it’s too late to stay out of the water. I didn’t see the jellyfish… Damn, this really hurts!” I complained. Trey arrived with the vinegar. The Doc wrapped my lower leg in paper towel and saturated it with vinegar.
“Who’s the patient Doc?” the man in black asked. My jaw felt like it dropped to my belly button.
“Beach walker, stung by a jellyfish,” he answered as he lifted me and carried me to the tent. “Tell Ed your name,” he said as he stepped out of the way and the man in black stood before me. That was the first time I noticed the Scorpion tattoo that looked like it was crawling into his sexy low cut trunks.
“Ed Yates,” the muscleman in black said extending his hand.
“Tom Jacobs,” I said and as our hands met I felt a static shock run up my arm. Ed looked at Doc and nodded before he smiled down at me. He introduced me to everyone there but it was hard to focus on names with that many awesome bodies around.
Ed invited me to eat with them and since my leg was still painful I accepted. Trey had an aluminum baking pan full of baked chicken, and baked beans being kept warm over Sterno cans. Then on a table of ice he had traditional potato salad, creamy kale Caesar pasta salad, chopped chicken salad, red cabbage mojo slaw, tricolor potato salad, and foot long ultimate three-meat po-boy sandwiches. It looked like there was enough food for twenty people but at the end of the meal there was nothing left but the ice and the guys looking for dessert. Trey pulled out containers of brownies which seemed to be inhaled.
Ed came and sat next to me with a stack of ten brownies. We had been jousting jokes since I arrived and my guess was that he wanted to go another round.
“Are half of those for me?” I asked knowing he was one of the biggest eaters of the group. He looked at me with stunned silence.
“Absolutely not!” he growled folding his body around the pile. Trey opened another container of brownies and set the whole box in front of me.
“Are half of those for me?” Ed asked. I wrapped myself around the box and grinned.
“I might leave you a few crumbs,” I offered. “My food my rules,” I added. “Hey guys you want more brownies?” I said to everybody else. Ed started laughing harder than everybody else even though the joke was on him.
I realized that the day was ending when they started packing up the boat. I looked back the way I came and I couldn’t even see the end of the road where my car was parked. I thanked the guys individually for their help, the food, and the comradery. Lastly there was Doc and Ed. I thanked Doc and promised him I would stay out of the water as I walked back.
“Ride back to civilization with us,” Ed offered. I was a bit stunned but quite pleased.
“Really? Thanks!” I was grateful I didn’t have to walk several miles in the dark.
“If we hurry we can catch the sun setting from the water,” Ed mentioned and the whole crew sped up the process of stowing everything they brought including the garbage. Once we were ready Dan and Pete slipped on some white boots so they wouldn’t be sting and shoved the boat back from the beach. The twin engines roared to life and once everyone was aboard we headed for deep water. The sunset happened a bit after 7pm and it was one of the most spectacular I had ever seen. I felt like it was an omen of better things to come.
“How do you navigate in the dark?” I asked.
“Breadcrumbs,” John answered. “The GPS got us to the beach and we can retrace our steps. Yamaha calls the system ‘leaving breadcrumbs’ and it will take us back to where we started.
It seemed as if Ed was renting a house near west beach where my car was parked. The boat pulled up to a dock and I stayed to help unload. It was the least I could do to repay the hospitality as well as the ride.
“I want you to soak that leg right now in hot water for at least thirty minutes,” Doc said as he prepared to go to his car.
“Upstairs, doctor’s orders,” Ed strongly suggested. It sounded like an order to me.
“After that a hot shower will wash away any disabled stinging cells that we might have missed,” Doc explained. As I entered the kitchen Trey was filling a 60 quart seafood boiling pot for me to soak my leg in. As I sat there Trey was cleaning and other guys were showering. From what I could gather they were going out on the town. A door slammed and the voices faded making me think I was left alone. I quickly showered the stink and sunscreen off my body and was about to pull my bathing suit on when Ed walked into the bathroom totally naked and turned on the shower I just vacated. I nearly lost my balance and fell on my ass. His cock was unbelievable.
“You aren’t finished,” he said. I couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a question. “One of the guys usually washes my back but they all went out to spread some wild oats. Would you do the honors?”
“B-Back in the shower,” I stammered.
“What, you never showered with other guys in a locker room or gym?” he mocked with a smile.
“Never with anyone that had a body like yours,” I answered.
“There aren’t many bodies like mine,” he said as he guided me into the running shower. My cock got hard as I scrubbed his back. I tried to make my exit but Ed turned to face me so he could rinse the soap off his back. His cock was not only hard, it was huge. “Continue if you like,” he smiled.
He just stood there waiting for me to make a move. I started on his incredibly massive pecs and worked my way to the left arm, right arm, and down to his legs skipping his cock. He turned and I washed his ass and the back of his legs. He stood there letting the water flow over his body and I had an urge I couldn’t contain. I reached between his legs with a handful of liquid soap and stroked his cock just once.
“Mmmm, that’s the move I was waiting for,” he said as he turned and faced me.
He rinsed the soap from his cock with the hand held showerhead and then rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips as my fingers touched the Scorpion tattoo poised above bikini shaved pubes. “Taste,” he suggested. My tongue lapped at the pre-cum that bubbled out and my lips engulfed the head of his cock. It wasn’t the first time I ever did that but it was the longest shaft I ever sucked. His hand rested at the back of my head encouraging me to take more of him.
“Swallow,” he said as I gagged. Then somehow my throat was slicker and I didn’t gag when his 10 inch cock touched my tonsils. His cock pulsed and throbbed in my gullet as if it was stretching my throat while both his hands held my head in place. Maybe it was lack of oxygen but I was euphoric and exhilarated by the experience. The thing was I didn’t have the whole thing in my throat because my right hand was stroking the root of his cock. My left hand was fondling his low hanging balls.
“Feels so good,” he groaned as he withdrew his tool. My head was spinning and my hands were soon on the shower floor supporting my upper body. I was undeniably aroused by the encounter and glad he was satisfied with my performance. I began to wonder if he had pumped cum down my throat without me tasting his seed.
His middle finger started rubbing soap into my ass crack, forcing it open and hunting for my asshole. His fingers found what he was looking for and one of them started pushing itself into me, prying my tight ring open and easing its way inside. I was surprised by how much it intensified my pleasure. I was torn between telling him to stop and pushing my ass backwards further onto his finger. He probed deeper for just a few seconds before I felt the familiar sensations of approaching orgasm building in my balls and I pulled away from him. I fell flat onto the shower floor trying to recover my breath when Ed lowered his hard body to my back.
“You liked what I was doing to your ass, didn’t you?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded unable to speak or move.
“If you liked what I was doing to you back there, you’ll love the feel of my cock,” he said as he wiggled his shaft into my crack and against my hole.
“Fuck,” I hissed. I loved the feel of his body against mine but I knew that cock was going to hurt. “A finger isn’t that big,” I reasoned.
“Your ass ring will easily stretch open,” he explained. “Once I slowly work it in you’d be panting like a dog and begging for more. It feels so amazing.”
“Seriously… I never…” How do you tell someone you are a virgin? The most I ever did was give a blowjob or two and I never fucked a girl let alone a guy. The only thing in my ass had been a finger during a doctor’s exam. He seemed to know my ass was virginal and it seemed as though his whole body trembled.
He moved back spreading my ass with his hands and pushing his tongue into my ass crack. He began licking the hairy cleft and I don’t know why but I opened my legs further to allow him better access. He pushed his face deeper between my ass cheeks as he worked his tongue towards my asshole. Water was pelting our bodies from the shower above as I heard a gasp. Mine. “do that again,” I begged. His face, nose, and mouth were buried in my ass and I was so turned on I lifted my hips to press back into him. I could feel him pushing his tongue into my asshole. There was no resistance on my part and I knew I was loose and wide open. He flicked his tongue in and out of me as he moaned apparently relishing my insides. I pushed backwards forcing his tongue further into my hole and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm becoming stronger, almost overpowering.
Then he pulled away and reached up to a shelf. I stayed there on the floor panting like I did after a major self induced orgasm. Then he hovered over me again and reaching down to hold his dick he rubbed against and around my ass hole to spread a huge gob of lube. He parked his cock and then brought his chest down to my back.
“Fuck!” he groaned as my ass slowly yielded to his invasion. Then he gently thrust his hips pushing his cock deeper into me. He kept thrusting into me millimeters deeper each time while my ass was gripping his cock and pulsing with shooting pain. I started working with him, relaxing and thrusting my ass back into him further, feeling the pain easing. His cock rubbed against something inside me and suddenly an earth shattering orgasm was approaching again. This time there would be no stopping it.
He wrapped his arms around my chest and began to thrust faster and harder. He threw his head back and moaned letting his pleasure consume him. I realized I was on my knees again and looking down I saw my cock leaking. Then milky white ropes of my cum began shooting from my cock harder and faster. When my orgasm subsided I realized that he had stopped moving and just held me. His pulsing cock was still inside me and was being crushed by my anal ring.
He started thrusting again, hearing me gasp as his cock slid in and out of my sensitized rectum. He kept grunting and whispering nonsensical words in my ears.
“Fuck YEAH!” he yelled.
He hammered his cock into me even harder. I began hearing squishing noises my ass made as it ate his cock and felt his balls slapping my ass. Then within ten or fifteen strokes I felt him tense again as another orgasm overwhelmed him. He kept fucking through his orgasm until every drop of his seed was in me.
I opened my eyes and it was intensely quiet. I was in a bed that engulfed my body like a cloud. My back was spooned against a hard body and a gigantic arm hugged my chest. I became aware of hot breath at the back of my neck as his chest rose and fell.
In the next room I heard his companions whispering and laughing at drunken comments while others shushed them not to wake Ed. I tried to move Ed’s arm to get up and maybe quiet them but the arm flexed and pulled me closer.
“They’re home. Don’t move. Pretend to be asleep if they look in on us,” he whispered. I felt his cock harden and fill my ass crack. I wiggled and his shaft touched my hole. A jolt of craving, want, and yearning filled my being as his slight movement teased my craving ass. A sliver of light from the door made him freeze and whispers of awe were soon silenced by the door closing. A hand covered my mouth as the tip of his shaft found my eager channel and then with no effort or resistance from me, he filled me with the entire length of his cock. A low rumble from his chest blended with my muffled cry for him to fuck me. As his sword entered my sheath there was momentary silence in the other room as if they heard. The voices moved away and a shower started.
He nipped the back of my ear and kissed my neck as his fingers returned to my chest. A slow withdrawal was followed by an equally slow thrust.
“Tell me what you want,” he muttered.
“I want you to fuck me a thousand times tonight. I want to be filled to overflowing with your seed. I want you to hold me like this forever,” I whispered expressing my fantasy.
The shower stopped and the other part of the house was quiet again as our sweat covered bodies climaxed for the third time in the last hour. This third time we were chest to chest as he filled my ass to overflowing. He turned to his side without removing his cock so as not to crush me. We kissed.
“I knew you were special the instant we met on the beach,” he said as he brushed the hair out of my eyes.
“I was watching all of you but especially you when I stepped on that jellyfish,” I admitted. “I never expected more than a friendly wave from any of you.”
“And now you are one of us,” he smiled as he turned me to my back and playfully thrust his still hard cock into my cum filled channel. I touched his cheek with my fingers and brushed my thumb across his lips before I pulled him closer for a tender kiss of thanks.
After some pillow talk Ed carried me to the shower for a different sort of lovemaking. While washing him I touched his Scorpion and walked my fingers to the base of his cock.
“Consider yourself stung by the Scorpion,” he said.
“This scorpion,” I touched the tattoo again. “Or this scorpion,” I said holding his cock.
“Neither! I am the Scorpion,” he said as he pulled me against his body. We made love in the shower and when we came out the bed was freshly made. We stood by the bed touching, kissing, and ready for more sex as the bedroom door silently began to close.
“Thanks Doc,” Ed said without looking away from my eyes. There was a grunt and a click of the lock. I wanted to ask how he knew it was Doc but the thought disappeared as he lifted me and guided his cock to my tunnel as I slid down his body and wrapped my legs around his hips.
“Oh Scorpion,” I moaned.
It is a privilege to have been repeatedly stung by his Scorpion and even now I can feel the venom changing me and packing tons of muscle onto my frame day by day.
To date only two of his inner circle has been allowed to wear a smaller version of his Scorpion tattoo. I like many others hope to be the third.
photos by hardtrainer01