He had come to the shore for what felt like a million times. Yet, the rush of excitement aroused by the sight of men in tight swimsuits never once failed to excite him. It was the same every time. He’d hear the waves crashing beneath him, smell the salty sweetness of the air, and see those men, beckoning him to shipwreck onto a surfboard of lust. Oh, he wanted it all, and knew tonight would be no different.
Browsing: shore
The waves lapped upon the shore, their ebb and flow the perfect partner to the sway of his hips as he walked. I saw his silhouette the in the moonlight, tasting traces of salt on his bronzed skin, marinating in the musky flavour of the seaman that hinted at promise and intrigue.
He felt as if his universe was bursting with an uncontrollable fire from within; a primal passion on the shore as he felt his lover’s body crushing against his. He spread his legs apart to open his little world to the night, the stars shining down with approval as he welcomed the pleasure of buried wetness inside him.
The shore was a sultry velvet cocoon of desire, the sun hanging with intent as three boys, barely clothed, stumbled towards it. We embraced, entwined, ignited over and over in an orgy of midnight kisses and infinite caresses, our mouths teeming with the sweetness of our gay lust.
He smiled, his twinkling blue eyes inviting me to partake in a forbidden evening of passion on the shore. The sea air carried with it a hint of our euphoria, as his hands tenderly embraced my eager body.