It was a humid night and the salty air sent a delicious chill through my body; I was ready for an adventure. Suddenly I saw him – tall, dark and beautiful – and I knew it was time to get busy. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue searching hungrily. Then I felt his mouth on my aroused member and I was soon lost in a sea of pure pleasure.
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I’d made it to his front door, nerves filtering through my chest until finally he answered. He kissed me hard, pushing me against the door as his hands fumbled to undo my belt. I’d been expecting it, and the 12 inch surprise that was inside me. I gasped in pleasure as I felt him slide inside me, wild and exciting and . . . perfect.
He felt the sand beneath his feet and a warmth from within that seemed to grow with each passing second. His rippling muscles, a brown skin across the beach, and an emotion that begged for a closer connection between them both. His expectations were met as a passionate kiss swept the air and ripped through his soul. An explosive gay erotic encounter it was, as if waves of pleasure were crashing against the shore.