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Lying Here PART ONE
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Lying Here PART ONE
Lying here, all around us the soft sand and the empty beach; natural we should start to think of our bodies and the warm breath of air on our nudity beckoning us to touch each other in the hot presence of the sun: My skin is hot; his skin is hot.
I stare at his smooth shape: Supporting himself with his elbows, his spine concave, his belly presses into the sand and raises his buttocks. One leg kicks the air. I can't stand to look away from his amazing beauty. I'm pouring white sun-cream onto his pink-and-coffee-coloured skin. He shivers as I spread it across his back, between and over his shoulder blades, and down, and gently touch the closed and narrow line between the mounds of his bottom. He lowers his chest and folds his arms to support his head. Massaging cream into the muscles of his neck and shoulders, I kiss him there and there and there and see him smile.
He knows I want him.
I wipe some of the sun-cream onto my nob and push the remnants between his thighs and up into his tight butthole; it's warm and wet.
He laughs and rolls away, raising his knees as he shelters his eyes to see. I'm hard. I kneel between his legs and lean forward to kiss him. He lifts his head and his arms collapse about my neck, pushed to my face, he holds me there, throbbing into his groin, his cock knocking.
Watching his face for distress, I lift his legs onto my shoulders; grabbing my prick I position the tip over the blossom of his tan-coloured hole, brushing some sand away. As I push it into his tight star, he murmurs, Don't hurt me please.
I won't hurt you ...
I'm very tight.
Are you a virgin?
No, of course not ...
His indignation makes me smile.
... but I'm very tight.
I know. I can tell.
He bites his lip apologetically.
I can't believe he's so lovely.
He reaches round and feels the hard bent shaft forcing through his shut hole.
It's too big! It's too big!!
I'll be gentle. You'll be fine. Relax.
As I squeeze it in, the panic on his face is so brilliant. He is looking at me with so much trust, like I am a friend, and distrust, like I have become a stranger. I pat his cream thighs gently, put my fingers in his mouth and let him suck them; give him a bit more. He makes a painful face and moans, It hurts.
Play with yourself; it'll help.
He strokes his balls a bit and then starts wanking himself slow.
It passes, and suddenly, I am in.
He bites his lip and closes his eyes tight.
I couldn't stop.
I put my arms out straight and on either side of his head to support my weight and pinion into him.
He doesn't struggle. He does all he can to open it up and let me through and into it totally.
I thought, He really really wants it.
I felt my blood surging everywhere in my body: my head, my arms, my back, my legs, my knees; in my buttocks, and in him. It was deepening and hardening inside my gorgeous lover. He was tightening on it, letting it feel him holding it, fucking himself with it, moaning to feel it fuck his body.
Oh baby I love fucking you. I LOVE. fucking you.
Spread your legs.
He does as he is told and now I am pumping him harder and deeper. Panting, he drops his hard excited prick (it slaps down) and grabs his knees and pulls them apart wide. I am screwing him rhythmically ... bang ... bang ... bang ... hurting him. Banging him with my pelvis I lean down and drop a line of spit into his mouth. I feel him tighten as he swallows it, smiles, and says, "Yeah, fuck it ..."
I am ready to cum but I don't want to. He sees I'm getting close. No, please, don't, not yet.
So I slow and change my position. Now I'm kneeling with my folded legs beneath me. I grab him by the arms and pull him towards me, driving it further up, and fall back so that I hit the sand and pull him on top of me.
We both strain and laugh as it almost but not quite slips out.
Hold it there! I want you to fuck yourself on me. Go on. I want to watch you fuck yourself.
He squats and bounces up and down awkwardly. Then he kneels again so his feet are next to my legs, he arches his back and pushes down. I can feel it grind. He pushes and works it, moaning, staring at my face, open lipped and sweating.
How does that feel? Does that feel good?
Y-yeh.
You're fucking yourself.
Y-yeh.
You're doing all the work. I'm not doing anything.
He is working his arse on my prick, lifting himself so that it almost leaves him, catching the point and pushing down fast on it, piercing himself, porn-show gyrating on it, serious on his face, occasionally stroking his own stiff prong, continuously on the edge of orgasm.
He says, Is that good?
He leans forward and kisses me, all the time wanking me into his pelvis. He is so hot.
Is that good?
I grab his head.
Give me your tongue.
He drives his tongue into my mouth, grunting with pleasure, rubbing his prick between our stomachs.
D-do you want me to cum? He whispers.
Yeh, I say, lifting my hips to pound him, holding his waist steady.
Riding it, he tweaks his prick a few times and starts to squirt all over my chest.
I'm cumming!
I could see that. And I could feel it in his anus tightening on my cock - but I wasn't going to cum; I had other ideas.
While he is having his orgasm he shuts his eyes tight like he is staring in the dark. He opens them when his orgasm has finished, with a grin. I can see his teeth. His anus is still hot and pulsing on me. He looks into my eyes and smiles and then touches my face.
Then I turn him over and fuck it for a good hour before I shoot. I don't cum til I hear him say, "Please stop" - and we have missed the sunset.
Low on the horizon, the giant moon casts long shadows, like the headlamp of a slowly moving motorcycle.
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END OF Lying Here PART ONE