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The tide was strengthening toward evening, and he relished it drawing further up his wide ankles - stretched his rippling chest and arms along his sandy bed as he lazed, dozed, and enjoyed the views around him.\n\nAnd plenty of nice views there certainly were! Asses as far as the eye could see - other body-built guys to compare himself smugly against.\n\nWhile it was common for the beach's attendees to wear edgily revealing swimwear, the official policy for this beach was that it was [b]not[/b] clothing optional, and all packages were expected to remain wrapped out of view. But enforcement wasn't that strict - and, Inevitably, people pushed the envelope.\n\nMr. Higgs was one such envelope pusher, with his singular piece of clothing being a narrow gray jock strap with maroon bandings. It was so revealingly designed that it could be mistaken for a thong at first glance, and it made him a thick, bulgy tease in addition to everything else sexy about him. Whenever he walked, his meaty scrotum ended up half-showing, and it was only by lying down on his back like this - with his legs cleverly screening the balls while accentuating the bulge of his enormous cock all the more - that he could remain even arguably decent.\n\nHe evaded notice from lifeguards mostly through clever maneuvering of his towel as he went around. Most of the others who caught glimpses of his mountain-strong glutes or his enticing package-fringes didn't seem to mind, and he got off on teasing them like that.\n\nYet he was more than merely a casual tease; he was an intensive, knowingly manipulative one. Anytime anyone tried to come chat him up - and it wasn't common that anyone dared to do so in the first place - he'd brush them off. To the twinky gay men he'd gruffly accuse them of not being his type, and then look over his own body pointedly as if to tell them to come back once they were as ripped as he. To the bearish types, he'd politely take an aloof, almost academic tone and politely decline any sort of exploration, suggesting that they might be \"too similar,\" or that he was actually looking or a female. To the women, he gave any number of excuses, most of them indicating a preference for other males, but some of them deliberately playing upon insecurities a given lady might have.\n\nIn short, as some might say, he was an asshole. To himself... well, he mostly saw it as a game. He liked seeing people react, taking so much of what he said at face value without considering that he could be trolling for a response. Really, other than the simple physical restfulness of it, that was the biggest draw for him visiting beaches during his downtime in the first place - as well as the motive behind why he usually moved on to a different beach every few weeks. The coast was big, and people's memories were small enough that he could evade most complications from his web of simple deceptions simply by moving on. As frustrating and unsung as his corporate desk job was - he kept this body through intensive gym work, not because of his career - he figured this was reasonable an outlet enough. If people got hurt it was their own damn fault for taking the words of a stranger too seriously.\n\nLikewise, he didn't really expect to meet anyone he'd actually feel passionate about by doing all of this, but neither did he close the possibility from his mind.\n\nMostly, he lay there. Relaxed and content, feeling his body unwind. The circle of his daily life was closing in, just as the sun was waning down toward the horizon. A day of hearing management yell about accounts and contracts while feeling his skin crawl within his restrictive suit - a late afternoon of vigorous aerobics and lifting at the gym nearby - a shower, and a change... and a walk down here where he could take an emotional dump on anyone who got within striking distance.\n\nIt wasn't that deep of a life, but it was a life. There was no denying that. When finally he got back to his apartment, he'd jerk himself off imagining all kinds of kinky scenarios with himself and any of the dozens of cardboard-cutout throwaway people he'd met that day - mostly keeping the fantasies to the beach, since he'd never found fantasizing about his corporate bosses, even in sadistic sorts of fantasies, to be terribly helpful in the long run. The beach, both in literal fact and in his imaginings, was where everything went down the drain - where the stress just flowed out with the tide.\n\nThe sun was getting low on the horizon when he drifted into a decently deep nap. The last image in his eyes before his mind wandered into dozey oblivion was that of a rare horse-twink's behind. He wasn't much for equines, but damn if that ass didn't look tight...\n\nWhen he woke, ten or fifteen minutes later, the glare of the setting sun was not in his eyes, because someone was blocking the view. He looked up and saw two dark, hard-to-read eyes gazing down at him, their position inscrutable along a perpetually smiling cetacean beak. \n\n\"Er, pardon me...\" said the man in front of him, in an almost embarrassed-sounding masculine tenor. \n\nMr. Higgs blinked, now regarding the man's body more fully as his eyes and brain overcame the shadowy haze of his position compared to the light. The shark gave a slow grunt of surprise as he noticed something most unusual.\n\nThe man standing over him was a ripplingly muscular dolphin male - of a somewhat narrower, more athletic build than the shark's decidedly endomorphic one, though a studly looking thing nonetheless - but that aspect of the other man's build wasn't what made the shark react as he did.\n\nThe shark reacted that way because the dolphin had four arms, and dual sets of pectorals to match. Dolphins with supernumerary sets of limbs were not common, let alone ones who looked this... well, this [b]good[/b] with them.\n\n\"Wha-issit?\" grunted the shark, his voice seafloor-deep and making use of his tried and true \"you disturbed my nap, now go away\" tactic of inflection.\n\nThe dolphin was undeterred. \"I just... are you all right?\"\n\n\"Ehhhh?\" replied Higgs, puffing out a little air for aloof emphasis after he finished this slightest of attempts at verbal communication. \"Do I [b]know[/b] you?\" His tone made it abundantly clear that he did not, and was most displeased with this fact.\n\nThe man standing over him nodded and shifted his webby feet apologetically within the shallow water and wet sand, while giving his long tail a swish. \"Forgive me! Lifeguard Raymond Wakecrest at your service,\" said the 'phin with a merry chuckle.\"\n\nThe four of Mr. Wakecrest's hands gave disparate gestures of greeting - a beckoning motion, a salute, a wave, and a reach-out as if offering a hand up. The shark did not take the offered hand, and stared unhappily at the cetacean intruding upon him. No way was he playing conversation-ball with a lifeguard, not when his day had been going so nicely according to plan until now.\n\n\"Lifeguard?\" grumbled the shark. \"Pff, I don't need no lifeguard! [b]Look[/b] at me, man!\" He flexed his chest and biceps for emphasis. Then, without giving the dolphin time to get a word in, Higgs added, \"You think I'm gonna drown here from the tide, really?\"\n\nThe dolphin reacted nervously, shaking his head and waving two of his hands. \"I'm not a lifeguard of this beach. I'm off duty! I work at a pool not far away, but I like coming to the ocean after. Gets me away from the chlorine!\" He let out an inappropriately loud chuckle.\n\n\"Ah, well, sorry,\" said the shark, backing off a little on the gruff factor while not giving it up entirely. At least it wasn't some damn idiot trying to tell him, [b]a shark[/b], how to beach - though whether anything else that would come out of his mouth would be worth listening to remained to be seen. \"Jason Higgs,\" the shark added with a proud nod. \"I'm a bodybuilder, and I do mid-level corporate bullshit for a living ta support my habit. Now, [b]what's[/b] on your mind... and what the hell is with your hand?\"\n\nIt was a specific question about a specific hand. Most of the dolphin's arms had flopped to his sides during Higgs's calmer-headed introduction, but the lower left hand in particular had begun to make... [b]eccentric[/b] motions as Wakecrest listened and nodded along. They were little waggly maneuvers with the fingers, as though the dolphin were imitating the motions of a spider... or maybe, maneuvering the two crossbars and associated strings of one of those old, stringed puppets from children's theater back in the day?\n\nYeah, very like that...\n\nThe dolphin giggled in apology as he forced the hand to stop. \"Forgive me - nervous tic,\" said Wakecrest. \"Happens quite commonly when I meet new people. Hand just has a mind of its own, you know?\"\n\nThe shark felt ... weird, upon hearing that. He knew there was nothing \"wrong\" with the dolphin's attempt at using humor to play off the awkward motions that had just happened. And, certainly, Higgs would be the bad guy if he poked too much fun at someone for having a nervous tic, or for being nervous in general. Maybe in private... but this was the beach, with so many people around. No reason to be his usual douchey self about it. He could let it slide. This was a potential new contact after all, quirky and silly though he at first appeared.\n\nYet, even as Higgs nodded without further grumbling, he couldn't shake the feeling of malaise settling over his mind. Something about this dolphin was... [b]very[/b] wrong. So wrong that he found himself sitting upright in anxiety - even going so far as to reach up and tug at one of his two gilded lip rings in a stimmy, nervous habit of his own.\n\n\"You just... you looked really tense, man,\" the dolphin apologized further. \"I'm sorry if I interrupted something. I was just trying to be social.\"\n\n\"Aww, don't worry about it,\" said the shark with a sharp-fanged grin, and gave him a genial little two-fingered salute from the nose.\n\nHe was going to go on and say, \"But yeah, I'm fine,\" in that tone that tended to get people to move along and leave him be, but the dolphin spoke up again before he could.\n\n\"Guess I'm a little too much of an overbearing people-helper sometimes,\" lamented the dolphin, and he wiggled his shoulders a little while his hand started nervously doing the wiggly-fingers thing again.\n\nThe shark felt his heart sinking. It was so... sweet. Quaint, even. Usually people like this didn't pick him to approach... they were just plain too scared of him. Even the wiggly fingers... they were really more endearing than weird when he looked at them. He wondered if maybe the guy had ever taken up like... puppeteering, or keyboarding, or working as a typist. Those extra limbs had to be great for office stuff...\n\nHiggs also felt the mildly irritating feeling of having lost track of where he was going on this conversation, so he sat further upright and spoke about what happened to be on his mind.\n\n\"Hey, uh... I don't wanna sound dickish about it\" - which for a change was actually true - \"but I gotta ask... how's four arms work out for uh, for lifeguarding?\"\n\n\"Oh, it works great. Four-armed people can hold a drowning person with one set while doing the forward crawl with the other. Why do you ask though?\"\n\n\"Ya said you was a lifeguard, right?\" said the shark, feeling a kernel of insecurity forming within his mind.\n\nThe dolphin shook his head. \"Oh, no, I'm sorry.\" Those wiggly fingers were going faster than ever now, and kept distracting Higgs's gaze over to them. \"I'm not that.\"\n\n\"But ya said ya worked at a pool!\" the shark protested, his amber eyes feeling... weirdly heavy, and the rest of his body feeling strangely sensitive to all the sand on it.\n\n\"Oh, I do work at a pool, very near to here in fact.\" The shark also remembered that, and nodded. \"But it's not the only one I work for. I perform maintenance on pool filtration systems and the rest of their plumbing. I'm a contractor. I've helped with ditch systems and stuff near beaches too. If it controls the flow of water, I'm there!\"\n\nThe shark nodded understandingly. Yes... it all made sense. Those four arms of his must be very good for working on pipes, too. He'd dealt with some basic plumbing matters before, and having a second set of hands really would have helped out.\n\nThe shark felt warm, and found himself smiling more, his cares drifting surreptitiously out from under him along with the departing tide. Most people were useless, but this weird dolphin seemed... nice. He kinda liked him. Higgs let out a giggle.\n\n\"You wanna see?\" offered the dolphin excitedly. \"I mean, if you're not too tired that is.\" The lower left hand kept on wiggling, and Higgs found his own breaths coming faster and shorter in anticipation.\n\n\"Sure!\" the shark agreed with the kind of boisterous loudness he usually reserved for his rare sex-seeking visits to a club or other semi-anonymous social setting.\n\n\"Okay, you sit right there, stud, and I'll go get some of my equipment.\"\n\nThe word \"stud\" washed over him like gooey, melted butter. Soothing oils for sand-chafed skin. Sheesh, he needed a dip in the water tonight... maybe the dolphin would go with him and make it interesting. But for now he'd sit here and wait, and play along with what the silly thing wanted.\n\nWakecrest returned a couple of minutes later to a Higgs who was even more attentive and ditzily grinny than before. The dolphin's four hands were now covered in purple latex gloves. They seemed all the more... enchanting, this way. The shark almost wanted to kiss them... lick them...\n\n\"Hey, big guy... they're not for eating!\" teased the dolphin upon seeing the look on his face.\n\n\"Oh... sorry,\" grunted the shark. \"So uh... what're you gonna do with 'em?\"\n\n\"Why, diagnose your plumbing problems of course!\" said Wakecrest. \"What else does someone who works on water systems do?\"\n\nThe shark's brain shifted into park as it tried to make sense of this - basically could not do so - but then forced it to make sense anyway. \n\n\"My plumbing is very expansive,\" gloated the shark, thrusting his pelvis up a bit as if to encourage some kinky 'plumbing inspection.'\n\n\"Oh, it definitely is,\" cooed the dolphin. \"You know what I think's wrong with you, though?\"\n\n[b]Wrong with you.[/b] That phrase stuck in Higgs's thoughts long after the rest of the sentence's meaning had fallen out of his brain, which in his current mental haze didn't take long at all. \"Huh? What is it?\" asked the shark, now genuinely fearful that he might have a defect of some kind.\n\n\"Your plumbing is all clogged,\" said the dolphin as he knelt down in front of the shark and coaxed the big guy to spread his legs a little. \"It needs to be flushed out.\"\n\nThe shark's thoughts seized up. Clogged. Yes... yes, he felt that way for sure! He hadn't had a... well, a sexual meal in a while. He just... so very badly would [b]like[/b] it. Yes, plumbing... unclogging...\n\nHe could feel himself wanting it more and more with every passing second as the dolphin stood there over him, his appetite and arousal rapidly stirring and expanding within his groin. The bulge in the jockstrap began to tug fervently outward as the member within engorged.\n\nQuickly he forgot how long it had been since he last had sex. His body felt so ravenous, so utterly needy, that it might as well have been years. The shark's amber eyes followed the wiggling fingers with an increasingly pleading look; his bluish nipples swelled and hardened against their piercings.\n\nGently, without asking permission but finding all the consent that they needed in the shark's pleading posturing, the dolphin's gloved hands reached down - caressed his chest - pushed him back onto the sand. The wiggly lower left hand reached in to grab the jockstrap and tug it away, sending waves of elation through the shark; its right-side brother opened wide to cup and caress the big, needy balls.\n\nThe shark's shaft was a deep blue, much like his perky nipples. So big and thick as it hardened, the dolphin's upper hands found it more than an individual one of them could handle, with the grip of both being necessary to fully encompass it.\n\nThe smooth latex worked over him, making him shudder and writhe in wide-eyed acceptance as he throbbed, bulged... hardened to his fullest size. These hands, these gloves... the fingers of all four hands seemed to be making the wiggly motions now, anytime they weren't specifically grabbing onto him or massaging him, and their dancing set the cadence for the encounter - a drumming at his shaft, a tapping on his sack, a teasing at his groin and belly.\n\nAll around, likewise, beachgoers' heads were turning - but quickly giving the situation a pass upon seeing the familiar movements of the dolphin's fingers. Alarmed or offended eyes acquiesced into placid appreciation, while those who were actively and unashamedly aroused by the goings-on began to be drawn in like moths to a flame - swimwear gradually feeling more cumbersome and easier and easier to just... let fall, and take off... or tug at needily, to let bulges fill with erected size.\n\nHiggs felt so deeply comfortable with getting so much attention, and with encouraging this impromptu fit of passion all around him. He found that couldn't even muster annoyance if he tried - and, certainly, a part of him did try, but it was as if a heavy weight was pinning down his ability to be offended... smoothly subduing it, as if his more prudish aspect was only a body buried heavily and relaxingly under thick, wet sand.\n\nIt felt so kind, so natural... so right for him to be on the beach like this, right here in public, with this quirky, silly man attending to his needs. It was all the dolphin was good for anyway, he reasoned. He, Higgs, was supposed to be on display... precious and attended to, like an idol... a valuable trophy of muscle that none of his employers had ever appreciated or done anything with...\n\n\"You have such big balls. They're going to need a lot of massage to get them unclogged,\" said the dolphin. \"Have to tweak the valves... get them just right...\" His fingers moved in and pressed along the shark's bulging taint for emphasis. \"But you don't mind. You're a good shark.\"\n\n\"Of course i am! Perfect example of my species!\" the shark groaned as he throbbed and began leaking his preseed profusely. Every word and touch from the dolphin's gloved hands was driving him wild now. He just needed to release, to let this clog out of himself... yes....\n\n\"Good sharks get unclogged, and show how nice they can be for everyone around them,\" the dolphin continued as the hands worked faster up and down the shaft.\n\n\"Yess...\" groaned Higgs, feeling his muscles eagerly contracting as he strained to give up his seed, and all emotional resistance along with it. He throbbed up to near-ejaculation as the two upper hands worked him harder, the right jerking the shaft's side and the left playing open-palmed over his cock's broad tip, teasing the sensitive glans and pushing him closer and closer by the moment. The lower right hand likewise kept stroking at his balls, making them tingle, making him close... more, more... \n\nThe lower left hand gave a final relieving tug, pulling the still-tightish strap back further to let the shark's member shoot wild and free. Its girth pulsated with newfound reach - and the tip parted wide as gout after gout of his juices erupted forth, his eyes glazed and his body so warm, perfect... beautiful and on display, just like he always wished. Everyone was noticing him, and no one was doing anything about it... he wanted it so much, would do anything to have this, to have it all the time, even...!\n\nThe shark's brain shifted abruptly back to... a different sense of reality, as a wave of dolphin jizz struck his face, humiliatingly covering his nose with a long and forcefully delivered splash. The dolphin's hands had no gloves upon them - those were lying oily and well-used upon the sand in between his legs, with Higgs's strap-snugged balls resting upon on a pair of them. The shark's own hands were on his own milked-out cock, which at some point very recently he'd apparently been feverishly jerking! The dolphin's lower hands were massaging at his own thighs in between fits of making those absurd and tantalizing motions, while the upper two jerked and guided his muscular, tongue-like shaft!\n\nHiggs swore and leaped ot his feet in rage, with the dolphin's next spurt coating his chest and belly. Wakecrest took one step backward, but laughed jovially at the shark even as the same tried to rush forward to body-slam him. \"Silly friend,\" said the dolphin as he easily dodged. \"Didn't you enjoy the show?\"\n\nThe shark glared at him - and felt his mind getting weird again. The question had rather clearly been directed at Higgs himself... but why was the [b]crowd[/b] responding? They were cheering, applauding, many of them eagerly masturbating. Several clamored loudly for more. And no one was stopping it... the shark felt himself hardening tighter in his jock strap again already!\n\n\"For our next round, Mr. Higgs will let the audience put their sandy feet upon him and tell him what a loser he is, and get off from it! That's right, ladies and gents - gather around and make him feel the worst! You'll see just how much he loves it! Hands free orgasm for him - I guarantee it!\"\n\nHiggs's eyes darted around in alarm. It wasn't right. It wasn't!\n\nYet it was. His cock swelled... oh heavens did it swell! It poked straight over the top of his jock, sticking out like a heavy bone that just couldn't possibly fit into that tiny space...\n\nHe stepped clumsily forward and flopped on his back again, feeling the dolphin foot-rub the throbbing shark meat experimentally before motioning for various people to come over and mock Higgs for the cruel tricks he'd previously played upon him.\n\nThe shark's dazed eyes followed the dolphin's dancing fingers, and they played him like the instrument of lust that he now was. For hours and hours into the night he would be here like this - and he would love every minute of it.\n\nAs for what came after - well, that would be for a clearer-headed version of Higgs to decide. For now, there was mud and humiliation and feet, and the helpless moaning and leaking as he apologized for every cruel thing he had said, with a dollop of pre helplessly accompanying each such moment.\n\nAll right. All natural. All perfectly sensical.\n[/i]\n\n-----\n\nArt for me by Forge/Thewielder. Story by Dolphin Sanity!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Let us enjoy a story of sharks, hypnosis, and exhibitionism. umu On the beach!

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Jason Higgs considered himself a lot to handle - one of the biggest, studliest sharks in town, and certainly the beefiest on the beach that afternoon.

He lay on his back in the sand, with his feet outstretched to catch the cool of the waves as they rolled in.  The tide was strengthening toward evening, and he relished it drawing further up his wide ankles - stretched his rippling chest and arms along his sandy bed as he lazed, dozed, and enjoyed the views around him.

And plenty of nice views there certainly were!  Asses as far as the eye could see - other body-built guys to compare himself smugly against.

While it was common for the beach's attendees to wear edgily revealing swimwear, the official policy for this beach was that it was not clothing optional, and all packages were expected to remain wrapped out of view.  But enforcement wasn't that strict - and, Inevitably, people pushed the envelope.

Mr. Higgs was one such envelope pusher, with his singular piece of clothing being a narrow gray jock strap with maroon bandings.  It was so revealingly designed that it could be mistaken for a thong at first glance, and it made him a thick, bulgy tease in addition to everything else sexy about him.  Whenever he walked, his meaty scrotum ended up half-showing, and it was only by lying down on his back like this - with his legs cleverly screening the balls while accentuating the bulge of his enormous cock all the more - that he could remain even arguably decent.

He evaded notice from lifeguards mostly through clever maneuvering of his towel as he went around.  Most of the others who caught glimpses of his mountain-strong glutes or his enticing package-fringes didn't seem to mind, and he got off on teasing them like that.

Yet he was more than merely a casual tease; he was an intensive, knowingly manipulative one.  Anytime anyone tried to come chat him up - and it wasn't common that anyone dared to do so in the first place - he'd brush them off.  To the twinky gay men he'd gruffly accuse them of not being his type, and then look over his own body pointedly as if to tell them to come back once they were as ripped as he.  To the bearish types, he'd politely take an aloof, almost academic tone and politely decline any sort of exploration, suggesting that they might be "too similar," or that he was actually looking or a female.  To the women, he gave any number of excuses, most of them indicating a preference for other males, but some of them deliberately playing upon insecurities a given lady might have.

In short, as some might say, he was an asshole.  To himself... well, he mostly saw it as a game.  He liked seeing people react, taking so much of what he said at face value without considering that he could be trolling for a response.  Really, other than the simple physical restfulness of it, that was the biggest draw for him visiting beaches during his downtime in the first place - as well as the motive behind why he usually moved on to a different beach every few weeks.  The coast was big, and people's memories were small enough that he could evade most  complications from his web of simple deceptions simply by moving on.  As frustrating and unsung as his corporate desk job was - he kept this body through intensive gym work, not because of his career - he figured this was reasonable an outlet enough.  If people got hurt it was their own damn fault for taking the words of a stranger too seriously.

Likewise, he didn't really expect to meet anyone he'd actually feel passionate about by doing all of this, but neither did he close the possibility from his mind.

Mostly, he lay there.  Relaxed and content, feeling his body unwind.  The circle of his daily life was closing in, just as the sun was waning down toward the horizon.  A day of hearing management yell about accounts and contracts while feeling his skin crawl within his restrictive suit - a late afternoon of vigorous aerobics and lifting at the gym nearby - a shower, and a change... and a walk down here where he could take an emotional dump on anyone who got within striking distance.

It wasn't that deep of a life, but it was a life.  There was no denying that.  When finally he got back to his apartment, he'd jerk himself off imagining all kinds of kinky scenarios with himself and any of the dozens of cardboard-cutout throwaway people he'd met that day - mostly keeping the fantasies to the beach, since he'd never found fantasizing about his corporate bosses, even in sadistic sorts of fantasies, to be terribly helpful in the long run.  The beach, both in literal fact and in his imaginings, was where everything went down the drain - where the stress just flowed out with the tide.

The sun was getting low on the horizon when he drifted into a decently deep nap.  The last image in his eyes before his mind wandered into dozey oblivion was that of a rare horse-twink's behind.  He wasn't much for equines, but damn if that ass didn't look tight...

When he woke, ten or fifteen minutes later, the glare of the setting sun was not in his eyes, because someone was blocking the view.  He looked up and saw two dark, hard-to-read eyes gazing down at him, their position inscrutable along a perpetually smiling cetacean beak.

"Er, pardon me..." said the man in front of him, in an almost embarrassed-sounding masculine tenor.  

Mr. Higgs blinked, now regarding the man's body more fully as his eyes and brain overcame the shadowy haze of his position compared to the light.  The shark gave a slow grunt of surprise as he noticed something most unusual.

The man standing over him was a ripplingly muscular dolphin male - of a somewhat narrower, more athletic build than the shark's decidedly endomorphic one, though a studly looking thing nonetheless - but that aspect of the other man's build wasn't what made the shark react as he did.

The shark reacted that way because the dolphin had four arms, and dual sets of pectorals to match.  Dolphins with supernumerary sets of limbs were not common, let alone ones who looked this... well, this good with them.

"Wha-issit?" grunted the shark, his voice seafloor-deep and making use of his tried and true "you disturbed my nap, now go away" tactic of inflection.

The dolphin was undeterred.  "I just... are you all right?"

"Ehhhh?" replied Higgs, puffing out a little air for aloof emphasis after he finished this slightest of attempts at verbal communication.  "Do I know you?"  His tone made it abundantly clear that he did not, and was most displeased with this fact.

The man standing over him nodded and shifted his webby feet apologetically within the shallow water and wet sand, while giving his long tail a swish.  "Forgive me!  Lifeguard Raymond Wakecrest at your service," said the 'phin with a merry chuckle."

The four of Mr. Wakecrest's hands gave disparate gestures of greeting - a beckoning motion, a salute, a wave, and a reach-out as if offering a hand up.  The shark did not take the offered hand, and stared unhappily at the cetacean intruding upon him.  No way was he playing conversation-ball with a lifeguard, not when his day had been going so nicely according to plan until now.

"Lifeguard?" grumbled the shark.  "Pff, I don't need no lifeguard!  Look at me, man!"  He flexed his chest and biceps for emphasis.  Then, without giving the dolphin time to get a word in, Higgs added, "You think I'm gonna drown here from the tide, really?"

The dolphin reacted nervously, shaking his head and waving two of his hands.  "I'm not a lifeguard of this beach.  I'm off duty!  I work at a pool not far away, but I like coming to the ocean after.  Gets me away from the chlorine!"  He let out an inappropriately loud chuckle.

"Ah, well, sorry," said the shark, backing off a little on the gruff factor while not giving it up entirely.  At least it wasn't some damn idiot trying to tell him, a shark, how to beach - though whether anything else that would come out of his mouth would be worth listening to remained to be seen.  "Jason Higgs," the shark added with a proud nod.  "I'm a bodybuilder, and I do mid-level corporate bullshit for a living ta support my habit.  Now, what's on your mind... and what the hell is with your hand?"

It was a specific question about a specific hand.  Most of the dolphin's arms had flopped to his sides during Higgs's calmer-headed introduction, but the lower left hand in particular had begun to make... eccentric motions as Wakecrest listened and nodded along.  They were little waggly maneuvers with the fingers, as though the dolphin were imitating the motions of a spider... or maybe, maneuvering the two crossbars and associated strings of one of those old, stringed puppets from children's theater back in the day?

Yeah, very like that...

The dolphin giggled in apology as he forced the hand to stop.  "Forgive me - nervous tic," said Wakecrest.  "Happens quite commonly when I meet new people.  Hand just has a mind of its own, you know?"

The shark felt ... weird, upon hearing that.  He knew there was nothing "wrong" with the dolphin's attempt at using humor to play off the awkward motions that had just happened.  And, certainly, Higgs would be the bad guy if he poked too much fun at someone for having a nervous tic, or for being nervous in general.  Maybe in private... but this was the beach, with so many people around.  No reason to be his usual douchey self about it.  He could let it slide.  This was a potential new contact after all, quirky and silly though he at first appeared.

Yet, even as Higgs nodded without further grumbling, he couldn't shake the feeling of malaise settling over his mind.  Something about this dolphin was... very wrong.  So wrong that he found himself sitting upright in anxiety - even going so far as to reach up and tug at one of his two gilded lip rings in a stimmy, nervous habit of his own.

"You just... you looked really tense, man," the dolphin apologized further.  "I'm sorry if I interrupted something.  I was just trying to be social."

"Aww, don't worry about it," said the shark with a sharp-fanged grin, and gave him a genial little two-fingered salute from the nose.

He was going to go on and say, "But yeah, I'm fine," in that tone that tended to get people to move along and leave him be, but the dolphin spoke up again before he could.

"Guess I'm a little too much of an overbearing people-helper sometimes," lamented the dolphin, and he wiggled his shoulders a little while his hand started nervously doing the wiggly-fingers thing again.

The shark felt his heart sinking.  It was so... sweet.  Quaint, even.  Usually people like this didn't pick him to approach... they were just plain too scared of him.  Even the wiggly fingers... they were really more endearing than weird when he looked at them.  He wondered if maybe the guy had ever taken up like... puppeteering, or keyboarding, or working as a typist.  Those extra limbs had to be great for office stuff...

Higgs also felt the mildly irritating feeling of having lost track of where he was going on this conversation, so he sat further upright and spoke about what happened to be on his mind.

"Hey, uh... I don't wanna sound dickish about it" - which for a change was actually true - "but I gotta ask... how's four arms work out for uh, for lifeguarding?"

"Oh, it works great.  Four-armed people can hold a drowning person with one set while doing the forward crawl with the other.  Why do you ask though?"

"Ya said you was a lifeguard, right?" said the shark, feeling a kernel of insecurity forming within his mind.

The dolphin shook his head.  "Oh, no, I'm sorry."  Those wiggly fingers were going faster than ever now, and kept distracting Higgs's gaze over to them.  "I'm not that."

"But ya said ya worked at a pool!" the shark protested, his amber eyes feeling... weirdly heavy, and the rest of his body feeling strangely sensitive to all the sand on it.

"Oh, I do work at a pool, very near to here in fact."  The shark also remembered that, and nodded.  "But it's not the only one I work for.  I perform maintenance on pool filtration systems and the rest of their plumbing.  I'm a contractor.  I've helped with ditch systems and stuff near beaches too.  If it controls the flow of water, I'm there!"

The shark nodded understandingly.  Yes... it all made sense.  Those four arms of his must be very good for working on pipes, too.  He'd dealt with some basic plumbing matters before, and having a second set of hands really would have helped out.

The shark felt warm, and found himself smiling more, his cares drifting surreptitiously out from under him along with the departing tide.  Most people were useless, but this weird dolphin seemed... nice.  He kinda liked him.  Higgs let out a giggle.

"You wanna see?" offered the dolphin excitedly.  "I mean, if you're not too tired that is."  The lower left hand kept on wiggling, and Higgs found his own breaths coming faster and shorter in anticipation.

"Sure!" the shark agreed with the kind of boisterous loudness he usually reserved for his rare sex-seeking visits to a club or other semi-anonymous social setting.

"Okay, you sit right there, stud, and I'll go get some of my equipment."

The word "stud" washed over him like gooey, melted butter.  Soothing oils for sand-chafed skin.  Sheesh, he needed a dip in the water tonight... maybe the dolphin would go with him and make it interesting.  But for now he'd sit here and wait, and play along with what the silly thing wanted.

Wakecrest returned a couple of minutes later to a Higgs who was even more attentive and ditzily grinny than before.  The dolphin's four hands were now covered in purple latex gloves.  They seemed all the more... enchanting, this way.  The shark almost wanted to kiss them... lick them...

"Hey, big guy... they're not for eating!" teased the dolphin upon seeing the look on his face.

"Oh... sorry," grunted the shark.  "So uh... what're you gonna do with 'em?"

"Why, diagnose your plumbing problems of course!" said Wakecrest.  "What else does someone who works on water systems do?"

The shark's brain shifted into park as it tried to make sense of this - basically could not do so - but then forced it to make sense anyway.  

"My plumbing is very expansive," gloated the shark, thrusting his pelvis up a bit as if to encourage some kinky 'plumbing inspection.'

"Oh, it definitely is," cooed the dolphin.  "You know what I think's wrong with you, though?"

Wrong with you.  That phrase stuck in Higgs's thoughts long after the rest of the sentence's meaning had fallen out of his brain, which in his current mental haze didn't take long at all.  "Huh?  What is it?" asked the shark, now genuinely fearful that he might have a defect of some kind.

"Your plumbing is all clogged," said the dolphin as he knelt down in front of the shark and coaxed the big guy to spread his legs a little.  "It needs to be flushed out."

The shark's thoughts seized up.  Clogged.  Yes... yes, he felt that way for sure!  He hadn't had a... well, a sexual meal in a while.  He just... so very badly would like it.  Yes, plumbing... unclogging...

He could feel himself wanting it more and more with every passing second as the dolphin stood there over him, his appetite and arousal rapidly stirring and expanding within his groin.  The bulge in the jockstrap began to tug fervently outward as the member within engorged.

Quickly he forgot how long it had been since he last had sex.  His body felt so ravenous, so utterly needy, that it might as well have been years.  The shark's amber eyes followed the wiggling fingers with an increasingly pleading look; his bluish nipples swelled and hardened against their piercings.

Gently, without asking permission but finding all the consent that they needed in the shark's pleading posturing, the dolphin's gloved hands reached down - caressed his chest - pushed him back onto the sand.  The wiggly lower left hand reached in to grab the jockstrap and tug it away, sending waves of elation through the shark; its right-side brother opened wide to cup and caress the big, needy balls.

The shark's shaft was a deep blue, much like his perky nipples.  So big and thick as it hardened, the dolphin's upper hands found it more than an individual one of them could handle, with the grip of both being necessary to fully encompass it.

The smooth latex worked over him, making him shudder and writhe in wide-eyed acceptance as he throbbed, bulged... hardened to his fullest size.  These hands, these gloves... the fingers of all four hands seemed to be making the wiggly motions now, anytime they weren't specifically grabbing onto him or massaging him, and their dancing set the cadence for the encounter - a drumming at his shaft, a tapping on his sack, a teasing at his groin and belly.

All around, likewise, beachgoers' heads were turning - but quickly giving the situation a pass upon seeing the familiar movements of the dolphin's fingers.  Alarmed or offended eyes acquiesced into placid appreciation, while those who were actively and unashamedly aroused by the goings-on began to be drawn in like moths to a flame - swimwear gradually feeling more cumbersome and easier and easier to just... let fall, and take off... or tug at needily, to let bulges fill with erected size.

Higgs felt so deeply comfortable with getting so much attention, and with encouraging this impromptu fit of passion all around him.  He found that couldn't even muster annoyance if he tried - and, certainly, a part of him did try, but it was as if a heavy weight was pinning down his ability to be offended... smoothly subduing it, as if his more prudish aspect was only a body buried heavily and relaxingly under thick, wet sand.

It felt so kind, so natural... so right for him to be on the beach like this, right here in public, with this quirky, silly man attending to his needs.  It was all the dolphin was good for anyway, he reasoned.  He, Higgs, was supposed to be on display... precious and attended to, like an idol... a valuable trophy of muscle that none of his employers had ever appreciated or done anything with...

"You have such big balls.  They're going to need a lot of massage to get them unclogged," said the dolphin.  "Have to tweak the valves... get them just right..."  His fingers moved in and pressed along the shark's bulging taint for emphasis.  "But you don't mind.  You're a good shark."

"Of course i am!  Perfect example of my species!" the shark groaned as he throbbed and began leaking his preseed profusely.  Every word and touch from the dolphin's gloved hands was driving him wild now.  He just needed to release, to let this clog out of himself... yes....

"Good sharks get unclogged, and show how nice they can be for everyone around them," the dolphin continued as the hands worked faster up and down the shaft.

"Yess..." groaned Higgs, feeling his muscles eagerly contracting as he strained to give up his seed, and all emotional resistance along with it.  He throbbed up to near-ejaculation as the two upper hands worked him harder, the right jerking the shaft's side and the left playing open-palmed over his cock's broad tip, teasing the sensitive glans and pushing him closer and closer by the moment.  The lower right hand likewise kept stroking at his balls, making them tingle, making him close... more, more...

The lower left hand gave a final relieving tug, pulling the still-tightish strap back further to let the shark's member shoot wild and free.  Its girth pulsated with newfound reach - and the tip parted wide as gout after gout of his juices erupted forth, his eyes glazed and his body so warm, perfect... beautiful and on display, just like he always wished.  Everyone was noticing him, and no one was doing anything about it... he wanted it so much, would do anything to have this, to have it all the time, even...!

The shark's brain shifted abruptly back to... a different sense of reality, as a wave of dolphin jizz struck his face, humiliatingly covering his nose with a long and forcefully delivered splash.  The dolphin's hands had no gloves upon them - those were lying oily and well-used upon the sand in between his legs, with Higgs's strap-snugged balls resting upon on a pair of them.  The shark's own hands were on his own milked-out cock, which at some point very recently he'd apparently been feverishly jerking!  The dolphin's lower hands were massaging at his own thighs in between fits of making those absurd and tantalizing motions, while the upper two jerked and guided his muscular, tongue-like shaft!

Higgs swore and leaped ot his feet in rage, with the dolphin's next spurt coating his chest and belly.  Wakecrest took one step backward, but laughed jovially at the shark even as the same tried to rush forward to body-slam him.  "Silly friend," said the dolphin as he easily dodged.  "Didn't you enjoy the show?"

The shark glared at him - and felt his mind getting weird again.  The question had rather clearly been directed at Higgs himself... but why was the crowd responding?  They were cheering, applauding, many of them eagerly masturbating.  Several clamored loudly for more.  And no one was stopping it... the shark felt himself hardening tighter in his jock strap again already!

"For our next round, Mr. Higgs will let the audience put their sandy feet upon him and tell him what a loser he is, and get off from it!  That's right, ladies and gents - gather around and make him feel the worst!  You'll see just how much he loves it!  Hands free orgasm for him - I guarantee it!"

Higgs's eyes darted around in alarm.  It wasn't right.  It wasn't!

Yet it was.  His cock swelled... oh heavens did it swell!  It poked straight over the top of his jock, sticking out like a heavy bone that just couldn't possibly fit into that tiny space...

He stepped clumsily forward and flopped on his back again, feeling the dolphin foot-rub the throbbing shark meat experimentally before motioning for various people to come over and mock Higgs for the cruel tricks he'd previously played upon him.

The shark's dazed eyes followed the dolphin's dancing fingers, and they played him like the instrument of lust that he now was.  For hours and hours into the night he would be here like this - and he would love every minute of it.

As for what came after - well, that would be for a clearer-headed version of Higgs to decide.  For now, there was mud and humiliation and feet, and the helpless moaning and leaking as he apologized for every cruel thing he had said, with a dollop of pre helplessly accompanying each such moment.

All right.  All natural.  All perfectly sensical.


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