Surf, Sand, and Semen: A Hot Beachside BJ
The salty ocean air, the warmth of the sand beneath my feet, and the sweat from my skin all blend together in a tantalizing cocktail of heat and sexual tension. It was early summer in a sleepy beach town in California, and I had decided to take a walk along the shore to clear my head. Little did I know that this particular beach was well known as being a place for cruising, and the seductive sights and sounds of its wet sand and raging waves beckoned my primal side. A heady combination of fear, lust, and curiosity sent my imagination reeling as walked further down the shoreline, my gaze drawn to a handful of men – leatherclad gods and muscled Adonises – all ogling one another as they parted the waves.
I froze in place, my heart pounding in my chest, when I saw him. He was majestic, his tanned body glistening in the afternoon sun, his eyes full of love and desire. With a wink and a wave, he beckoned me closer and I couldn’t resist. In that moment, the world around us melted away and all I could think about was being in his arms and exploring his body with my mouth. As we moved closer together, the heat of our bodies intensifying with every inch, I reached out and eagerly cupped his firm buttcheeks with my hands as his tongue explored my mouth. I wanted to take it further, to unleash the erotic fire that was burning between us, and so, Sunrise, Surf, and Semen became not just a hot beachside BJ session, but a passionate tryst that I’d never forget.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Arousal of the Beach: Setting the Scene for Seduction
- 2. Salt Air and the Rhythm of the Sea: An Intimate Interlude
- 3. Rising to the Occasion: Sharing Sensual Surfing Stories
- 4. Unfiltered Pleasure: Experiencing the Forbidden Fruits of the Ocean
- In Retrospect
1. The Arousal of the Beach: Setting the Scene for Seduction
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The sun-baked beaches of summer were the perfect destination for a clandestine rendezvous between two desperate beachgoers. The day before, the two men had met at the edge of the sea, where the waves lapped at their feet and the sand seemed to sigh with the heat from the mid-day sun. The heat had already risen to a fever pitch, and the two men, exhilarated by the sights and smells of summer, yearned to feel each other’s bodies, the satisfying sensations that would come with mutual satisfaction.
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Their eyes met, and the two men shed their clothes like they were made of paper. Reclining on the shore, their skin bathed in the sun’s golden rays, they opened their mouths to each other, tongues intertwining with desire. In the moment, they could feel desire pulsating deep within. As the beach filled with the salty smells of sea air and musk, the men’s urgency to find pleasure grew increasingly strong. And before long, their bodies clasped together as one and the sand quickly disappeared beneath them. As the tide lapped against the shore, the men’s panting and moaning escalated to a climatic crescendo. Reveling in the waves of pleasure, they unleashed the hidden passions, and the shore was filled with the sounds of satisfied sighs and barely audible screams of pleasure.
2. Salt Air and the Rhythm of the Sea: An Intimate Interlude
The mood was warm and inviting, a chemically perfect blend of salt air, sun, sand, and white-crested waves washing against the shore in a timeless rhythm. His lips pressed against my neck and I felt his erection pressing against me as we passionately embraced and melted together in the soothing summer night. His hands explored my body as if discovering its secrets and hot spots for the first time. I felt his hands cupping my buttocks and slipping around to grope my hard erection while his tongue sent electric shocks through every nerve in my body.
We made our way down the beach in the dim half-light of the moon. With bare feet dragging through the sand, we stopped when we came to an alcove. The breeze cooled our sweaty skin as we stripped off our clothes and slipped into the surf, his body pushing me until we were waist-deep. In the moonlight, it seemed like a dream, except for the bold reality of his thick hands sliding around my waist, his lips locked on mine, and our tongues intertwining. I felt his stiff shaft pulsate against mine, wishing to make contact, and when I reached for it, caressing it until it throbbed with pleasure.
Then, as his hands moved from my torso to my face, guiding my eyes to his, he whispered ‘let’s take it to the shore’ and pulled me back up to the sand, laying me down on my back. With a single wink and a devilish smile, he pulled down my boxers and threw his head back into my groin. His mouth worked its magic, swallowing my entire length as I screeched out in pleasure, the electric sensation almost too much to bear. His tongue was expertly placed, hitting all the right places, and as I moved my hips up and to the side, all I could do was closed my eyes and melted into the sea of pleasure.
3. Rising to the Occasion: Sharing Sensual Surfing Stories
Ripping Off the Rashies
We had lost sight of the waves, and the sun—kissed sand melted into the shoreline. Frantic hands undid laces, ripped through Damien’s rash guard in a fit of desperate desire. Straddling his lap, he felt the hardness in my boardshorts, despite the wetness seeping through the nylon fabric. My hands pulled his hands over my chest and his mouth crashed against mine. Our tongues intertwined as wespent the next few minutes thrusting against each other.
Voracious giving
The golden sand between us began to instantly heat up, and I rolled him onto his back, almost pulled off his wet shorts. Reaching blindly, I found what I was looking for and eagerly stroked him while his eyes flashed with pleasure. He moaned as he put his hands around my neck and savored the moment. In return, I offered a ravenous oral performance, taking him into me. Our breathing got louder and labored, and the sound of our moans between the crashing of the waves as we sext out the bliss of the moment seemed to echo thoughout beach. We both reached the pinnacle together, our shared ecstasy thrilling us unlike ever before.
4. Unfiltered Pleasure: Experiencing the Forbidden Fruits of the Ocean
The waves of ocean caressed my feet, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine as I waded further and further away from shore, my head spinning from the delight of it all. I sat, sunrays cascading over my body, and enjoyed the liberating feeling that came with being in nature, away from societal norms and expectations.
As my thoughts trailed away from me, I noticed a figure walking nearby. His lithe body clad in only swimming trunks, arms stretched out as if they were inviting me closer. I trod towards him, practically pulled by the magnetic force between us, and before I knew it he was kissing me. His lips were salty and moist, like the sea that surrounded us, and I felt my groin heat up with urgency. His kisses were like a drug, numbing my every sense until all I felt was his body against mine.
We sat on the sand, his hands exploring my body and leaving trails of fire in their wake. I tossed away my shirt and it joined the discarded flip flops nearby. He then reached for my waistband and effortlessly yanked them down, exposing my manhood and causing me to shudder with pleasure. His nimble hands working over me, as if in a trance, and my body answered in kind. The intensity built up quickly and soon I was deliciously lost in its throes.
He lifted his upper body, and looked into my eyes with a mischievous twinkle that I hadn’t seen before. A sensation of danger was aroused in me, and with it an anticipatory bliss that I could no longer resist. Ready to explore some no-no pleasure, he burrowed me to the ground, his taut body pressing against mine, and pushed my legs apart. I felt his eager warmth and his desire to bring me pleasure, and with one motion he had my manhood in his mouth.
I groaned in ecstasy as the salty waves of the ocean met with the salty taste of his tongue, and it all combined into pure pleasure. His expertly provoked my arousal and with every shift and thrust of his head my pleasure and excitement only rose higher. I wanted more and with one last moan, I let go and blissfully accepted every bit of pleasure that coursed through me in that moment.
In Retrospect
Glistening in the salty ocean water, remaining surprised by how the contents of this seemingly romantic, picturesque beach had transformed into the wildest of our sexual fantasies, I glanced about one last time. The rolling waves, the lovely sand, the eerie, stifling heat- these were all just too vivid to forget. As I wiped the last of the semen from my lips I recalled that this had, indeed, been an unforgettable experience, one that I would relish and savor in my memory for years to come.
Until next time, when I shall again enter my own, personal realm of heaven and hell, pleasure and pain, lust and desire. An edgy look at the gay male world hidden, forever, beneath the sand.
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