Encounter at the sea the FULL STORY

Published March 1, 2024 tag category
Encounter at the sea the FULL STORY

The beach was now deserted; the sun low on the horizon. Deep pink moved upward to dissolve into a soft blue gray. The water, virtually still and waveless, shimmered between a golden rose and a gentle green. I was alone along the water’s edge. The hollowness grew in the depth of my stomach. I wanted. I knew what I wanted. But there was no one to fulfill. Then, off in the distance there was a figure: a figure that moved at a steady clip in my direction. Still far off, I perceived only a silhoutte against the colorless sand, its surface made mirror like by the incoming wash of the tide. The shadow grew more distinct. He was running, running along the small licks of the waves last ripples.

The head was singular, oval, mounted on a dark column of the neck. The shoulders were broad and heaved with his every stride. The shape of the arms was distinguishable as the swayed up and down alongside the width of the chest. The breadth of the upper torso slid sharply to the narrow span of the waist and from there the hips rolled effortlessly above the dense pistons of the thighs. Delicately the distended spheres of the calves arched and descended to the ankles and /feet/">feet and finally the toes. He was all a dark shadow against the sand and sky and sea. Quickly yet in my desire ever so slowly his racing legs and striding arms made their way in my direction.

He was closer. The shadows now took on color. Skin became reflective. I distinguished yellow hair and summer’s golden tan. Closer. Legs became bends of muscle. Arms became soft turns of sinew. Now almost before me, I saw every flutter, every tension, every release. Almost naked but for the pale blue of his small suit, he shimmered above the water mirrored sand. The silken suit hugged the roundness of his hips and unveiled the depth of his thighs. From its center, the tiny tie string flittered just below the thin line of hair below his navel. With every pulse of his legs and arms, the desired objects within the silken pouch btween his legs jumped and jostled. Even in the twilight the head of a small and hidden manhood outined itself against its confines. 

My eyes caught their prey. They followed transfixed as he passed. Then as he passed with the setting sun now at his back, I turned and there beneath the sharp angles of his massive back, the fully rounded globes, left and right, heaved and thudded rythmically beneath the light blue. Almost transparent, the material left unhidden the dark cleft that marked the way towards my desire.
Without thinking I grabbed at my crotch. The impulse was too strong. Did he see me?

A few yards ahead he glanced back. He ran into the water. He dived. He plunged. He rose up covered and wet and glistening pink in the evening light. Again he looked toward me. Was this an invitation?

Again he dived and this time when he emerged he faced me and with his hand he pushed down the front of his suit and palmed his flesh upward, just enough for me to see, as though he were only resetting himself for his comfort. 

This was an invitation. I was sure of it. 

I turned to the water but kept my distance. I too, dived deeply and swam several yards before surfacing to see his whereabouts.
I came up from under a wave. The surf had loosened by suit. It slipped below my tan line and the wwwxxx revealed my fur trail below my navel. I made no move to hoist it up. I wiped the water from my eyes. There he was, directly ahead of me. I know he saw me surface.

Just then, he thrust his arms ahead of him, pointed his hands, jumped and dived. The arch of his back gleamed a wet golden rose in the setting sun light. The round of his ass mounted high. The trunks of his thighs tight together, merged down to the point of his heels in a graceful arc. For a moment he vanished. Then, light a great dolphin, his hands, then his broad shoulders, and narrow waist shot upward from the water. His speedo had slipped. The white of his hips, the line of his buttocks called to me. Without looking back, again he dived. Again he emerged in a great splash. The suit line was down even further. His ass was screaming out to my cock which had hardened so rapidly that its head was all but thrusting out from the confines of my suit. Then, he turned. His dark blond hair ran in streams down across his face. The shoulders, round and full sauntered forward. The arms strode widely, biceps flexing. Down from his narrow waist, so richly defined by the sculpted muscles of his stomach, his suit has slipped to where it was held in place only by the rod of his fully fleshed, but apparently still flaccid manhood. He was facing me. He was approaching me.

Me heart beat so violently, I felt the blood rush from my head. Was this a threat? Was it an approach? I wanted to turn and run, but I was transfixed by this god from the sea moving toward me.
He smiled. He stopped just before me. A waver crashed around us. It caused him to stumble. He fell against me. For the slightest of seconds I felt his wet and warm skin against mine; felt the smell of his hair, his body, the salt, the water.

He steadied himself. He looked down at my thrusting pole hidden within my suit just beneath the water line.
’Hey’, he said. He smiled. ’It’s ok.’
I trembled. I would not trust myself. Would not trust my ears, my eyes.
’It’s ok’, he repeated. He lowered himself in the water before me, his arms and hands extended on either side of him. ’It’s ok.’ Again he said it.

Then, without another word, he plunged his head under the water, reached his hands around my suit and pulled it down. Suddenly, his mouth was fully around my throbbing cock. I looked down. There before me, floating out from between my legs, his blond hair streamed like sea grass while his tongue and lips enveloped me. The cum was at the tip of my dick and ready to fly when he pulled away. I clenched my stomach and held in my load. 

Still in the water, he flung himself out on his back and as he did so, ripped down his suit.
Floating before me was the fullness of his naked body, a sculpted god of shining marble, yet soft and wet and pink in the sunset and rising up from the water, tall and straight, the thickest and fullest cock I had ever seen. The shaft was dense and white, the head fully round and delicate.
’Your turn’, he whispered. 

I fell to my knees. The water was up to my chin as he floated, legs spread before me. My hands reached out and grasped first his slight ankles. Then slowly, I pulled him toward me, moving my touch upward to his dense calves then his massive thighs and finally the round of his ass cheeks. For a moment I only gazed at the erect manhood before me rising up from the water as he lay floating on his back. Then bending forward, I licked the head, then the shaft of that hot and hard yet delicately soft /male/male-sex/">male sex. The salt of the water hinted at the taste to come. I sucked wwwxxx and licked and gorged myself on his manhood as I pushed it deeper into my mouth as my hands clutched at his ass cradling him upward. But his dick was not enough. My mouth craved more. My lips moved to the squares of his stomach, to the hollow of his navel. Upward I rushed, my hands now beneath his broad back as I moved against his chest and nipples, so pink and wet and /sweet/">sweet. The pit of his throat could not escape me and from there up his chin where my tongue delighted in the feel of the stubble of his beard. His forehead, his eyes, his nose, I had to taste them all. Then I fell upon his mouth. His lips parted and our tongues thrust to the depths of our throats.

He slipped from my grasp and moved to his knees. We were now both face to face, the water around us.
’I want you in me’ he said. And with that, he floated up, raised his legs around my waist, and positioned his ass above my cock. His chest, wet and warm clung against mine. His arms, full and round embraced me. His hands seized the back of my neck.

And with a great thrust I felt the heat of his ass wrap itself around my pulsing member.

The water splashed. The His skin slid against me. Up and down he thrust his ass against me. Again and again. Hard against my stomach I felt the spear of his dick, slipping in the water yet tight upon me. His mouth pressed against mine. Salt water mixed with the taste of his tongue. The smell of his wet hair filled my nose. His dick seemed to grow harder, seemed to mount higher against me. Its head rushed across my pointed nipples. A thrust to the bottom of my shaft. I felt the weight against my tightened balls. He sealed himself against me and in a violent rush that ceased breath and heart I exploded within him. And within a second he pulled me so tight against him that his cock seemed to penetrate my stomach. His head lunged backward and with a moan that rose from his deepest parts, he shot against me. The white cum thickening in the water and rising in violent spurts against my chest.

We crumbled into the water. Slowly we crawled to the shallows where we collapsed into each others arms. Tiny waves lapped around us.
’Can I see you tonight’. He asked.