Beach Coming      

   I first saw him coming off the boardwalk.  He was built and I could

see all of him; all but what was covered by his tightly packed but

still very revealing Speedo's.  His nimble tongue -- licking at that

ice cream cone.  If only he was doing that to my stick or me to his!

   He headed toward me.  I was straining my own Speedo's as I stared

alternately at his bulging basket and long tongue.  He spread his

blanket a few feet away from me.  I saw he was getting hard also.

   He stretched out facing me; I turned to face him.  I'm sure that he

was cruising back.  His tongue practically wrapped about the entire

cone.  He was smiling; at me surely.  He was now as hard as I.  Our

eyes locked.  He stuck the whole cone in his month.  If only it was my

cock that was in that hot mouth being licked by that talented tongue.

I would sure quickly reward him with some sizzling hot man-cream --

far better than a freezing ice cream.  The cone was soon gone.

   He spread sun screen on his front.  "Dude, please do my back."  I

sat on his thighs and leaned forward to coat his back.  My cock

pressed on his bubble-butt; he pushed back.  I creamed instantly!



The End