David O'Sullivan is a fearless seducer - he'll make a move on any man, any time, any place. Walking along the beach on the first nice day of spring, David spies a man who's exactly "his type" - olive skin, dark curly hair, swimmer's body - and decides to find out exactly what's under his tiny white speedo! Contains oral sex, rimming, anal sex, and one hot no limits cum-swapping session!
It was the first hot, sunny day after a long and dark winter, when the water is that perfect azure blue and the air is hot and moist, and mile-high thunderheads roll in over the horizon. I was strolling along my local beach, taking it all in – all the beautiful bodies of swimmers and joggers and volleyball players, freshly released from their winter clothes, glistening under suntan oil. I always feel extra sexual after these winters pass, so I was wearing my tiny, neon-yellow bikini swimsuit that barely kept my cock contained. I carried a bottle of oil in one hand, and the towel slung over my shoulders wafted behind me in the breeze.
And then, I stumbled across the most beautiful sight. He was exactly my type: strong swimmer’s body, olive skin, and dark wavy hair. He was stretched out on his back, soaking up the sun. One arm lay across his eyes, showing off the tight muscles of his chest and shoulders. His tiny white swimsuit barely concealed his luscious thick bulge, and the outline of the rim of his cock made his circumcision deliciously obvious. I had to stare. I felt my cock beginning to move at the sight of him.
My stare must have been hot and hungry enough to tickle the hairs on his thighs, or warm the curve of his cock, because he noticed it. He removed his arm, and blinked.
Caught staring, I tried to deflect the attention. I flapped my beach towel in midair a few times, and I asked “Mind if I spread out my towel here?”
He tried to conceal his grin, but one finally broke across his face, and he winked at me. It was a total turn-on and made me suddenly feel brave. I dropped to my knees. I noticed him scanning my whole half-naked body, lingering a while at the bulge of my swimsuit.
I decided to waste no time, jump in, and take no prisoners.
“You look really great,” I said. “Doesn’t the sun feel terrific? It looks like you’ve already been in the water…”
He was still grinning, and there was a sparkle in his eye, so I kept going. I poured a palmful of oil and began to rub it into my bare skin. I covered my broad shoulders, my chest, and my well-muscled arms until my skin began to gleam. I could feel his gaze follow my hands across my body. I ran another handful of oil across my stomach, coating my hips. With the tips of my fingers, I spread oil right beneath the waistband of my swimsuit.
I poured another pool of oil into my palm, and held my hand out to him. “Want some?” I asked.
About Alastair Anders
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Published March 14, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.