The Passion of Karma…
(C) Alex Carr. 2007

It’s like the morning sun, the rolling waves, loving the one that you love - sometimes gentle, sometimes rough but most times wonderful, thrilling, soul searching and those beams of sunlight shining into the soul. Above all the love remains like the sun rides the sky, the rolling waves moving the largest shingles - ever constant - drawing the heart, taking and giving, sharing of the passion and lust, the joys of exploring like the glittering of sunlight on the rolling waves. Then the storms grow, like the passion in Karma -reaching it’s crescendo, it’s waterloo - the indescribable sensations of an orgasm soothing and satisfying the soul and all is calm again.

Then love fulfilled is calm again, now to share the joys of gentle touching as the sea becomes almost still like glass. Souls share the warmth of holding, the gentle caress, the stroking, the wonder of each other in a way only lovers understand. Like the storm now passes, the fire of passion temporality dimmed - until the strong winds blow anew - like the sinews of our bodies, the passion renews and again the morning sun rises, the waves roll and once more love is complete.

When Pete and I slept in our secret cave on the beach all night it was sheer heaven, listening to those waves lapping up the sand nearby, so in tune with the way I was feeling. Pete was sound asleep after lots of passion but I was awake early, taking in the absolute magic of being there. The way he said “nite, nite, Jason, I want you until the earth ends,” before he went to sleep said it all.

The cave was higher than sea level, but blocked off when the tide was in, which was absolute bliss to know that we were completely alone. Pete looked absolutely gorgeous lying there in his beige shorts, those heavy manly thighs slightly parted - and the mound of his gem I earlier felt so deep inside me. I could still feel it, as though he was still inside me, the throb and the urgency of his deep thrusting fuck still surging there like the surging tides outside. Just then, I wanted to feel him whilst he slept. As if by instinct my fingers walked up his thigh until they reached that gorgeous mound, so still and unassuming at the moment. But I could not resist the temptation of cupping him completely in my hand, feeling the warmth of him so good.

I wanted to squeeze, so I did, gently, and it was heaven to feel him grow as I squeezed a little more. All this and Pete was still sound, his head swinging occasionally from side to side as he grunted. It was something special to feel his body like this, something I had never ever done with anyone before whilst asleep. It was certainly wonderful to feel him grow in size and strength as I continued to gently squeeze and cup his balls though his shorts. I removed my red jumper, bunched it up and placed it gently underneath his sleeping head, then he looked more at ease as I relaxed and enjoyed the feel of him.

I felt the urge to do more, it seemed so natural and the thing to do, to undo those small buttons on his shorts and discover his manhood throbbing now. By the same token I felt the swell below and pressed my erection against Pete’s thigh as