Two guys in a boat… © Alex Carr 2009...

That day on the beach with Marty. The sun hot and bright, the waves rolling in and my bare feet feeling the surge against the sand. There was something in the air that day. I could see it in the look on Marty’s face, his eyes glowing that way. I splashed some as I pushed the boat away from the shore, jumping onto it as Marty reversed. Leaning over the deck, he placed the steering wheel on hold and came to help me aboard, his strong hands winching me up by his firm grip on the waist of my bathing shorts - and having gotten me aboard I felt his fingers go down the centre of my spine than smooth the contours of my wet hind.

“I love you like this, Pete. All salty wet, your ass shimmering with the glitter of the sea water as it runs off your body -- what could be more delicious and enticing? Come, Pete, let’s retire to the cabin. I have something in mind.”

From the look in his eyes I knew what. I had grown to know that look very well and who was I to complain, because knew what I was in for. As soon as we got into the cabin, he ripped my bathing shorts off and went down on me like a hungry animal, his mouth and lips doing wonderful things with me down there and down under. Already his busy fingers were exploring me, all and sundry. I loved the way he did that, with real zest and relish. He enjoyed his sex and always told me I was his creature comfort, that no other ass could serve him like mine.  Already he was showing me just what he meant, leaning me across his knee, exploring and rimming me, with gentle but deep slaps all across my hind,

“Love the way you bounce when I do that. In fact, love everything about you,” he said and showed me once more, his cock showing through his shorts now, the bulge there, growing, harder, harder. I thrilled as his hand grabbed mine and guided it to his bulge, urging me to feel it, to squeeze it, so hard and wonderfully throbbing. I took it out beneath the seam of his shorts and enjoyed the smell of cock once more, then instinctively I went down on him. That first of the day cock suck was ever thrilling and daunting; I simply loved the feel and taste of pungent flexible cock. Soon I had his shorts down, too, to relish the full magnificence of his manhood, his thick tempting cock ready to enter me, his balls hanging like large plums urging me to feel, to ball him up as I drew his cock head into my mouth for a second sucking so good.

The session continued with everlasting zest. I felt the thrill of his hungry mouth take me deeply this time, stretching my foreskin right back until I yelled for his fuck, then his tongue initiating my hole, stretching it with the help of his finger tips. I felt like his slave ready for the onslaught, wanted for him to latch me down, everything, I was his for the using whichever, whatever way he wanted me. I soon felt the touch of his cock again but this time into my face as he crouched over me, rolling his cock and balls over my face, then my chest, down, down until his reached mine, our cocks moving together, to tease and tantalise each other