The perfect
end to the perfect vacation
When he sent the
text, telling me to meet him at the place we first set eyes on each
other, he gave no reason. Now though, as I reached the secluded
alcove at the end of the beach, I knew exactly what was going happen
and just the thought of it caused a stirring inside my shorts.
Saul was lying
stretched out on the white sands, totally naked, his thick, uncut,
seven inch cock resting on the top of his thigh, his hands behind his
head and his eyes closed, he looked absolutely gorgeous.
Stepping closer to
the man I had spent most of my holiday with, the hardness inside my
shorts growing the closer I got I was suddenly thrown when, without
moving, or even opening his eyes, Saul spoke.
“I wasn't sure if
you'd come.”
“Why not?” I
asked as my eyes traveled over every inch of his muscular body,
finally coming to a stop on his cock.
“Not sure but as I
knew it was your last day I thought you might have stuff to do. I
just couldn't think about not seeing again though.”
“You had no need
to worry about that,” I replied, taking another couple of steps
forward. “I would have come and found you before I checked out.”
Steeping even closer
Saul suddenly reached his arm out and grabbed my ankle, pulling me
down on to the sand beside him.
“Couldn't have you
standing there much longer, you were blocking my sun,” Saul laughed
as he placed his hand back behind his head.
Placing my elbow on
the soft sand I lifted my head and lay on my side, staring as Saul's
chest rose and fell slowly, my eyes drifting slowly down his body to
his cock again. Lifting my other hand I placed it on his muscular
pecs and began toying with his hard nipples through the small amount
of coarse chest hair covering them.
Saul gasped as I
pinched, tweaked and twisted each of his nipples in turn, until they
were as hard as they could.
“Fuck, Mark, not
so rough, “Saul winced.
“Oh you know you
like a bit of rough,” I replied, as I quickly swung, one leg over
his body and straddled him.
Bending my head I
flicked my tongue over each of his nipples in turn, before biting
them a little harder than I meant to. Suddenly Saul bucked his hips
and before I had a chance to react I was flat on my back, Saul now on
top of me.
“I'm not the only
one who likes it rough though, am I?” Saul smirked as he gripped
the waistband of my shorts and tore them from my body, leaving me as
naked as he was.
Staring back up at
him I lifted my hips and ground my hard cock against his naked ass.
“Fuck, Saul, I am
going to miss you when I leave.”
“I'm going to miss
you as well,” he replied before climbing off me and, effortlessly,
flipping me on to my front.
Swiftly he knelt
between my legs, gripped my hips in his strong hands and lifted my
ass into the air. Placing my hands into in soft sand, to hold myself
up, I felt the swollen head of Saul's cock pushing against my ass and
braced myself. Slowly Saul began to push forward and I felt my ass
part as his cock began to press against my tight hole.
“Jesus, Saul, fuck
me, fuck me hard,” I groaned, wincing as the swollen head of his
cock slowly eased its way in to my ass.
Saul paused for a
couple of seconds, giving me chance to take a deep breath, before he
began to thrust slowly forward once again, until his full length was
buried deep inside me. Gradually Saul's thrusting become quicker,
more erratic, and I knew that he would soon explode and fill my ass
with his seed for the first, and only time, since we had first made
love.
©JSMorbius
