Altogether, this hadn't been the worst introduction to the festival circuit for thirty-four year old Colton Cable. Although it was slightly overwhelming, Colt felt like he had been given some surprisingly kind treatment from others, especially after letting it slip that he had only come out about eight months ago.
Life in the closet had been pretty miserable for Colt, especially since everyone in his hometown not only knew each other, but were intent upon reinforcing the exacting social standards of the 1940s and had no desire to change.
His physique was borne out of countless hours spent at the gym just trying to work out the growing frustration and helplessness he felt. As well as trying to get rid of the horny thoughts of bondage swirling in his head after he had fallen into the darker pits of the Internet. Colt had a body to die for, and he was finally free to show it off - which for him consisted of wearing tighter clothes than usual - he was still a little self-conscious.
But finally, after securing a new job and starting a whole new life - and a brief whirlwind spiral of purchasing bondage equipment, here he was, at his first kinky festival. KinkCoast, held on a private beach and serving as a weeklong event of kink, fetish, and sex, catered by men for men. He had kissed more men than he had ever dreamed about, had some guy in a thong practically suckle at his nipples until he came, and even learned how to tie a guy up at a bondage demonstration.
Coming off a high of getting selected to get strapped to a cross and tickled half-to-death so a horde of cute guys in puppy gear could sniff and lap at his sweaty body, Colt was headed out to the beach instead. It was a nude beach, but Colt knew he wasn't quite ready for that yet, and kept on a pair of his swim trunks. He was the most-dressed there.
Colt found an unoccupied stretch of beach, right beside a three-man pile of pups relaxing on each other, asleep. Colt thought that looked like a pretty good idea, and closed his eyes...
