There's bondage and bondage, but as we bid farewell on the east coast to the hot, dry summer of 2016, here's a short little previously unpublished memory piece about one of the coziest types of bondage imaginable, which some may consider even being called bondage a stretch (which may be why I never published it): getting buried immobile in the sand on a beach. Fascinating in this case is that it's not the daddy who's burying his son, but the son who's burying his daddy—on command, of course. The letter was postmarked 9/11/1993.
What I Did On My Summer Vacation
An essay written for Daddy by his boy
DALLAS, TX. This summer Daddy decided to take me to the beach and whereas i was looking forward to playing in the sand, sun and surf i think Daddy was anxious to play in the sand, son and surfers. Daddy had heard that Stewart Beach was the place to go for a “family” outing so it had become our destination. i was so excited about seeing the shore after the five hour trip from Dallas that i begged Daddy with promises of cocksucking and tit play to take me to the beach first thing. Daddy drove us by the uncrowded beach pavilion, turned to me with a smile on His mustached face and said, “If I want my cock sucked, son, I don’t need your permission. Now or anytime.”
Of course, Daddy was right; Daddy is always right.
We found a spot not too isolated from the rest of the beachcombers, but it gave us some privacy. i was quite anxious to get into the sand and so was Daddy. He lay down, His back against the moist beach sand; His feet in the warm wash of the gulf waters. Daddy then took a thick, plastic straw from a drinking thermos and placed it in His mouth; this was to allow Him to breathe as i buried him alive. i took off my T-shirt and carefully wrapped it around Daddy’s face and the straw to keep the mud out of his mouth and eyes . The water washed up around His body and i scooped up the cold mud and began letting it drip on His sun warmed skin. Soon i had covered His belly and pierced tits with the black earth . i thought it would be a good idea to cover the sides of His face to keep Him from hearing. A little sensory deprivation can always be fun and it makes my dick hard to know that i’m in control of a person’s senses.
Hard packed mud built up around Daddy’s head. When i asked if He could hear me i had to ask twice, louder the second time, before He would pat my leg with His hand, letting me know all was okay.
After His whole body was covered i slipped His T-back bathing suit off. Daddy shivered as i covered His hardening cock with the ocean mud. i wanted so bad to be a nasty boy and put Daddy's dirty cock in my mouth; to taste the salty ocean water mingled with his salty precum. We may have been isolated from others, but they were close enough to have seen me going down on a stiff cock.
With Daddy completely buried i began playing in the mud around Him. A woman and her two children walked by and took pictures of my “Daddy Sandcastle.” They had no idea that Daddy was naked. i got our camera and took pictures of Daddy, too . All you can see is the straw sticking out of the top of His mud head and his T-back lying on his belly.
We had a lot of fun and many more adventures, but this was the strangest. I hope we go back to the beach next year.
Not to be critical, but...
I have been to the beach on numerous occasions, I lived in Corpus Christi, on the Gulf Coast for 9 years and from my experience, I don't think these two have been to a beach.
Since the teller said he was from Dallas, I assume it is a Gulf beach and I have never heard of Stewart beach but then, I don't know actual beach names.
Bob replies: I have no way of knowing if this story is true or not. Since it's such a simple story I have no idea why the writer would have made it up, but who knows…
Posted by: Leo Devin | October 07, 2016 at 02:12 PM