Fictional Read -- One Last Caress

Started conversing with another guy here... I wrote a story based on him... Don't remember if he frequents this beach... Helps gear up for summer (unless you're from Australia or South Africa)... Well, hope you enjoy... Let me know what you think...

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One Last Caress

Meteorological powers that be defined a heat wave as three consecutive days of weather in excess of 90°F. To the jaded inhabitants of New York City, however, this distinction did not matter. In their minds, the two days of 90-degree weather were lumped with the four previous ones of 88- and 89-degrees.

Waking up to a muggy Saturday morning brought promise of the same misery to Luis. Backlogged in his tasks at the office, he constantly had been coming home too tired to even take care of his primal urges himself.

Deciding to do something about it, he downed the last of his cereal and iced coffee and planned a visit to the secluded clothing-optional beach. Donning a pair of tight square-cut navy blue swim trunks under loose (more respectable) khaki shorts, he hopped on his bike and headed out. Along the highway, a parade of toned flesh whizzed by him: women in spandex shorts and sports bras and men mostly shirtless. His mind went into overdrive conjuring many lewd acts he’d do to the sweaty men if they happened to be headed to the same destination. Not likely that they were headed there, but whatever. With that motivation, he pedaled faster.

After two-miles, he turned to the gravel footpath along the train tracks and got off his bike. Already, he was feeling the sweat pool at the back of his shirt. Only in the secluded path did he remove his shirt. His bare, sweat-slicked skin welcomed that action as the occasional gentle breeze blew.

By the entrance to the beach, a hot fireplug of a stud walked toward him, shirtless and bronze. Two feet away, they exchange knowing nods. “Woof,” the bronze daddy whispered.

Luis cursed his timing as he turned around and admired his bubble ass. 'Why the hell did I go for a second bowl of corn flakes? I could’ve met him inside,' he thought.

Oh well. Plenty of other fish in the sea, at least he hoped. He chained his bike to a young tree. After doffing the khaki carpenter shorts and shoving it into his messenger bag, he hiked up the dirt and gravel path, his legs now enjoying the sun.

♪ The summer smiles, the summer knows
♪ And unafraid, she sheds her clothes

The indiscriminate summer heat wave left traces everywhere. Ankle-high seedlings crumbled underfoot. Even the chest-high rosemary stalks had half-dried leaves.

Entering the rocky beach, he figured that barely mattered. In fact, it basically advanced the cause. As Luis continued down the path, he saw more of the “regulars” bearing down to the essentials, skivvies for most, au naturel for some. He wasn’t the only one who needed release that day.

Luis turned the corner and walked toward his favorite semi-private grotto, eager to rest from the biking and walking. No such luck, as he found it occupied. He normally would be annoyed at that but the muscle bear with salt & pepper body hair had just removed his shirt and now stood basking in the sun.

Muscles caught sight of Luis, locking their eyes with each other. He then proceeded to lower his shorts even more seductively, thrusting his hips suggestively. He casually turned around to push his shorts past his knees. Luis was then presented with a view of two glorious lightly tanned mounds of ass-flesh framed by the jockstrap’s black leg garters. Luis adjusted himself as he swallowed and tried not to present himself as a drooling fool.

In any event, he barely had time to second guess that. Muscles stood up, eyes seeking Luis’ again; this time with a more pronounced mischievous grin.

♪ The summer soothes the restless sky
♪ And lovingly she warms the path
♪ On which you lie

Muscles raised an eyebrow and caressed his left pec with his right hand. Donning reflective sunglasses, he lowered himself onto his beach towel. Luis was now treated to a side view of a tanned muscle god flat on his back. His eyes enjoyed the journey from his sexy half-formed 5:00 shadow to his sandaled foot. His eyes especially lingered on the curvaceous pecs and the pert milk chocolate nipples capping them. Then, as though reading his thoughts, Muscles Bear raised his right leg and planted it by his knee. The lightly tanned inner thigh now provided a backdrop to the more than full jock pouch. Muscles rand his hand down his treasure trail and dipped a few fingers under his waistband. After giving himself a few satisfying scratches, he tilted his head back and tucked his hand under it.

Seeing his dream guy in a serene state of contentment, Luis was unsure if the guy wanted company. He turned and continued along the rocky beach seeking his other secluded hiding spots. Walking the path in the sultry sun (while feasting on bikini- and jockstrap-clad eye candy) only underscored his simmering libido. He desperately needed release.

Finding all of his favorite spots occupied, he turned back around. He made sure to revisit the spots that had particularly tasty eye candy. Other than Muscles with the sprinkling of gray, only one other guy caught his eye. The slim banker-type in the red square trunks, he thought, some sort of senior desk jockey in his mid-40s who still keeps up his varsity jock body in shape.

He turned to the spot but to his surprise, the grassy patch was now occupied by a young college-aged couple napping in each other’s arms. Oh well.

Disappointed, he made a beeline to the beginning of the path to see if Muscles was still soaking rays. He turned into the grotto for the second time only to find an early Christmas present.

Muscles lay spread-eagled on his beach towel. Red Trunks was now nose deep in his jockstrap, lapping hungrily at Muscles’ ballsac. Luis breathed deeply and rubbed his tenting trunks. At this, Muscles turned his way and smiled. With two fingers, he summoned Luis closer and pat his hand on an empty spot on his picnic blanket.

Rubbing his crotch, Luis took a minute to admire the scene from a distance before stepping closer. Muscles only nodded encouragingly. Luis approached them from the rear. Red Trunks must’ve seen him because soon after, he reached behind him and pulled his shorts down, halfway at least. Luis admired the exposed pale ass cheek and hungrily puckered his lips. Muscles grinned and nodded.

Luis stepped closer. He could now hear Red Trunk’s noisy slurps and deep intakes of breath. Luis caressed the exposed ass cheek before fully undressing the jock banker. Again, Luis cupped the now exposed round globes. Jock banker arched his back against Luis’ hand, moving a few times in circular motions before positioning his ass crack to accommodate Luis’ exploring fingers.

Catching the hint, Luis switched gears and traced Banker’s deep cleft, slick with summer sweat. Arriving at the rosebud entrance, he gently probed it, testing for its owner’s receptiveness. With a cock deep in his throat, Banker could only let out a barely audible moan.

“Yeah! Finger his hole.”

Caught in the moment, Luis almost forgot about his other (original) dreamboat. He remedied that quickly by winking at Muscle Bear, who winked back and puckered his lips in return.

Not breaking eye contact with Muscles, Luis licked his fingers, testing each of their edges as he coated them with spit. He then lowered his hand onto Banker’s cleft. His thumbs serving as a guideline, his spit-slicked fingers found its target. Banker groaned onto Muscle’s cock in appreciation. This must have triggered something because almost simultaneously, Muscles convulsed his torso, broke eye contact, and squeezed his eyes shut.

Luis continued to explore Banker’s love tunnel, absentmindedly circling its walls before tracing the dome of the adjacent prostate. Again, the resulting moans hinted at the flow of karmic pleasure evident in Muscle’s twitching face. Luis, greatly enjoying this cosmic connection, slowed down a bit as he wanted to prolong the experience as much as possible.

Banker purred. Muscles, enjoying the break in intensity, opened his eyes and grinned. Luis withdrew his fingers half way, seeking a less sensitive spot.

Banker extricated himself from the cock impaling him. “That’s great, man. Keep it up. My ass is so loving your fingers.”

Feeling a little guilty, Luis bent down and kissed Banker’s rump. “No problem, stud. I love responsive play buddies. Your moans turn me on big time.” It honestly did, he reasoned. But he knew it wasn’t the primary focus of his attention.

With his view now consisting of Banker’s rear, Luis found it much easier to focus his attention on the slim but shapely stud. He let his tongue out and bathed the ass cheek as he pushed his middle finger back into the love tunnel. The volume of Banker’s moans reached new heights. Luis figured he’d been doing something right so he continued and even upped the intensity.

Moments later, Banker’s ass ring gripped Luis’ fingers and subsequently released them. Banker rose to his knees and leaned back a little. Luis knelt behind him and drew him into an embrace.

“Thanks... To both of you,” Banker sighed.

“No problem, hot stuff. Thanks for the awesome blow job,” Muscles replied.

Banker stood and turned around. “You, too. Loved how you played with my ass.”

Luis smiled and grabbed his round melons, pulling its owner toward him. Nose buried in his buddy’s pubes, Luis muffled his response, “You’re welcome. You have a great ass.”

Banker stepped back. After dressing himself, he reached behind his back and drew a card that he then handed to Luis. “Would love to meet for coffee or drinks. Call or text me sometime. I’m Colin, by the way.”

“Luis,” he responded as he took the card. “CD Catering, eh? I pegged you as a banker more than a baker.”

“Really? What made you think that?”

“Guess it’s your figure. You remind me of a former flame. Slim,” Luis smacked Colin’s ass, “but rounded in the right places.”

“Thanks. Okay, see you guys... Enjoy your afternoons.”

After bidding their adieus and parted ways, Luis smiled at Muscles and scooted up the blanket to lay next to him. “Thanks for the show, stud. That was hot.”

“You’re quite welcome. Fred here,” he extended his hand in greeting. “Thanks also for joining in. That definitely added a good twist.”

“It definitely was new. Haven’t done a trio since college.”