Beach Tryst

The smoke of my cigarette extended itself as it pushed past the billows of my last drag; and he seemed only a shape of a bush behind the smoke. The air was cold, almost frigid. I had goose bumps under my sweatshirt and I could see my breath. It probably wasn't the best night, but we decided to meet there anyway.

His shoes crisscrossed each other as he walked towards me and his shredded sweatshirt revealed the taught skin that he had promised me on the phone. My fingers found their way inside and kneaded the skin around his spine. His hand reached around me and grabbed my ass. We stared for a second, contemplative, seductive, lustful and predatory.

Our tongues sought each other out when our mouths connected. We pressed against each other; my hands reaching up under his sweater for the spot I had not so long ago found for the first time. His fingers were pinching and pulling at my nipples. My cock was straining in my pants as I licked and bit at his neck. My hands were pulling at his sweatshirt, tearing what little was left of it off of his body.

We paused as I ditched my shirt. My tongue ran across his chest, tantalizing his nipples. His mouth made slurping sounds as he sucked on my finger. He throbbed as I sucked on his nipples. We quickly undid each other's pants. I was panting-and so was he-as we kissed. My tongue couldn't get deep enough into his mouth. Our cocks couldn't get harder as we ground into each other. His nails couldn't stop digging into my back as I grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer. We moaned. I pushed him back and he gripped my cock.

His tongue wrapped around me as soon as I closed my eyes. His hole felt warm and tight as I tickled it with my finger. I could almost taste it. I felt myself slide down his throat. I looked down to see him slurping on the whole thing. His head bobbed slowly up and down and he looked up at me right when my shit was about to pop out of his mouth. That turned me on so much; I couldn't help but slam my rod back down his throat.

This guy purred as I finally penetrated him, stuffing in a full digit. His tongue massaged the underside of my shaft as his throat worked on the head. His cock dripped as I twisted my finger in and out. I felt the cold air hit my dick again as he let go and turned around, ass up, presenting himself to me.

His ass tasted sweaty and tart . . . but not bad. And the way he reacted from my first lick made me want more. I could barely breathe as I pressed my face into him. I could hear his hands hit the cement for support as he bent over more and let out a low, guttural moan. I spread his cheeks and gave his ass one good lick before I stood up and laid my cock along his crack.

I leaned in let my breath out slowly along his neck. I felt him shiver beneath me. He was whimpering softly and I could feel his heart pounding even through his back. He was sweating already. My teeth scraped against his back and my tongue darted against his skin, tasting the salt of his anticipation. He pushed back against me sharply.

"Do you want it?" I growled

"Yes." He croaked.

I nipped at his neck. "What?" I asked soothingly.

"Fuck me!" He whispered hoarsely.

My cock slid down his crack and found his entrance as I pulled my hips back. And, as I bit into the gruff of his neck, I shoved half of myself inside him. He squealed and took a sharp breath. I could feel his muscles clamp tight around my rod. I let my grip on his neck loosen slowly as I felt his grip on my cock give way.

His breathing became less hurried and he was just about loosened all the way, when I pushed more in. He groaned and I could feel his pleasure reverberate through me. I gave him another second. I timed myself to his breathing.

Keeping this boy in limbo was what I had been waiting for all week. Every time he would exhale and try to relax, I would push in some more, making him whine and take in another sharp breath. His pussy felt so good as I inched myself in.

Once I bottomed out, I nibbled on his ear and tickled his dribbling cock. His breathing was ragged and my nuts felt warm snuggled up against his ass. There's nothing like the feeling of a warm boy pussy surrounding your goods. I was going to make this good.

The kid's cock jumped as I slid out quickly and slammed back in. He whimpered when my balls slapped his ass and I retreated from his rectum to rush it again. It was sweet. We were both sweating from our excitement. His hair hung down, covering his face. My hand left him to get a better grip of his body by his shoulders. We both moaned as I slammed into him again.

But this wasn't the only way I wanted him. And he knew it.

"Stand up," I ordered him.

He complied and stood before me, his phallus pulsing and bobbing with his heartbeat.

Our wet bodies smacked against the concrete wall behind me as he jumped on top of me, his tongue viciously attacking my own, forcing me to swallow it. Legs wrapped around my waist and cock fit into ass. It was my turn to slam him against the wall and ram my cock as far up his ass as it would go.

"Oh!" He groaned.

We were staring directly into each other's eyes. The moon set a shadow across our bodies that became so film noir and so delicious. I couldn't help but look down between us and watch us fuck each other. His back curved outwards, like he was slouched in a chair, but his muscles rippled with my every thrust.

With his arms around my neck and my palms against the wall, I slammed in and out of him. Every withdrawal threatened to rip my cock from his ass. And every plunge seemed to fill every carnal need and desire between us.

Steam began rising from our bodies. My breathing was becoming harder. My mouth was so close to his neck and his chest. I nibbled at him gently, trying to prolong our experience.

But soon, my need to unload took over and I pistoned in and out of him. His eyes were rolled back into his head and he was whimpering in ecstasy. It was getting close. He nails dug even deeper into my chest and back. He was sweating bullets and murmuring incoherently in my ear as I fucked him mercilessly.

I began biting at his neck and chest. Every word became a grunt. Every grunt became a moan. Every moan became louder. My arms were pushing him down farther on cock and I could feel every millimeter of his body twitch and shiver as I finally sunk my teeth into his shoulder and growled as I slammed into him one last time. He screamed as he unleashed his first jet of semen all over our bodies.

Three more quick slams and I began pumping all that my balls had been saving up for him. His cock sprayed all over our chests and hit our faces. Our moans and screams and growls became louder until we reached our crest together.

It was a beautiful moment of unbridled lust as we both slumped to the ground and thrust into each other, aching to squeeze out our last drops.

written by th380y

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