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Dedicated to the People-Of-Color Sports Appreciation List, in the wake of Eric Fonoimoana and Dain Blanton's Olympic victory over Brazil. This story is fiction and I have no idea of either participants sexuality, or aim to imply they are gay with this story.
Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but this is a work of fiction. Practice safe sex.
Keep it real.
Anfernee "Wildstyle" Williamson of da Undaground Click.
Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without express permission of the author. (c) 27th September, 2000, Anfernee Williamson
A DAY AT THE BEACH
That one memory still cut through all the others.
Together. Alone in a sea of people. The world watching as he held him closer than he had ever.
Eric still couldn't shake what he had felt. The hot press of his body along his. The strength of his embrace as they joined together on the sand. Bodies tight, limbs all but tangled in an erotic embrace of lovers. For that one moment, his mind buzzing, his body overwhelmed with what burned within his mind and spirit, Eric had lost himself in Dains arms. His one and only thought of his friend. After having won gold, he had been the only person he had wanted to share it with. In his arms was the only place he had wanted to celebrate the victory.
With the world watching on, the cameras trained on the only two people who mattered, Eric had found himself hard pressed to remember. To pull himself away from Dain in the excitement. To keep what little pretense they still had. The thought had flashed briefly in his mind to forget it all. To take the one thing that he most wanted in the world after a gold victory. Who cared what the world thought. In that one memory, nothing else had existed, or mattered. Only Dain.
The win faded slowly into the award ceremony. Slowly the crowds had faded. Even the Olympics themselves. In these late days, Eric found that the buzz of victory that day had begun to slowly fade. Still that one memory still cut through all others. It was the one that he found himself thinking back over the most whenever he had thought of the win.
Dain Blanton. His Olympic volleyball partner.
The word sounded right, but strange in that context. He'd heard the word used so many times. So few in the context that he kept thinking of. Dain Blanton. His partner in life.
Eric opened his eyes again onto the endless sea that seem to stretch before him. The rumble of the surf that had accompanied his daydreams most of the afternoon. The gentle caress of the sea breeze, and the salt on his lips. Sheltered partly from the late summer sun under a makeshift tarpaulin that they had rigged up from the back of the jeep. He let the soft breeze that blew up off the surf, and what sun touched his scantly clad body flirt across him in accompaniment to the thoughts that still occupied his mind. They were as Dains hands in the tight embrace they had shared. His hard, long curves, gentle slopes. They shared his arousal upwards nows as he had then.
Erics mind was lost in that one memory as the long figure he had been watching strolled lazily up the beach. Still staring out into the endless seas. Reliving that timeless moment again within his mind, as the strong samoan felt it within his body. The soft pleasure that nature supplied with the vividness of the image, touching his own long curves. Eric stared out at the slow grace of Dains body as he walked up from the far end of the beach. His own ways seeming almost as easy as the lethargic thoughts that soaked Erics mind.
The samoan took in Dains body in gulps as he stood staring out across the sea. Those long, athletic muscles. Dark. Strong. So sinuous and hard to the eye, more so to the touch. The way that his white tank top hung in billows from that tight body, the slope of his dark shoulders giving way to equally smooth arms. A back that was hidden in tantalizing suggestion behind the soft folds of his top. Falling down over what Eric knew from experience to be as tight and hard an ass, hidden beneath black shorts that stopped near his knees. The long, tempered curve of his calves.
Eric smiled as Dain turned to head back up towards him. 45 minutes alone was long enough. Especially with the thoughts that had been drenching his mind and body. He more than welcomed Dains return from his sojourn along the beach line. He shook the context and image of his thoughts, but far less the feelings.
"Damn, you gonna sit there all day?"
Eric chuckled back at the call, Dain still some distance back, propping his shades back on his short shaved head. Walking across the makeshift volleyball court they had erected in the creamy white sands of the beach. Eric put his hands behind his head, leaned back against the packs that he had stacked behind him as a cushion.
"Why not? Its a nice day for it, ain't it?" Eric replied.
"Any days a nice day for you to lay on your ass," Dain shot back with a smile. "You could have come along the beach with me."
"You find anything?"
Dain stopped near the tarpaulin, reached down for the water bottle just inside the shade. "No, nothing other than endless, beautiful beach."
"You know if I was here for the view, I would have come along," Eric supplied. He watched Dain drink heavily before he finally stopped. Passed the bottle over to him.
"So when is a day away from volleyball NOT a day you can sit on your ass?" the black chuckled.
Eric let the comment lay, his mind already filled with quick quips about Dains preoccupation with his ass all of a sudden. He drunk, more thirsty than he realized. Watching as Dain squatted near the shade of the tarpaulin, looking back over the beach.
"Man, I'm glad we decided to get away for a bit," Dain said. "Its about time we got a break."
"Not just for the rest either," replied Eric. He finally pulled himself up, something that Dain turned to watch with a smile. He sat up under the shade, smiling back. "Its nice to finally get some real time alone with you."
"You know that."
Eric smiled in reply to the warmth he saw looking down on him. The slow, easy passage his eyes took across his body. Eric felt that buzz within him again that had only just started to subside from his daydreams. He watched as Dain looked him over slowly, a pretense in his gaze. Eric felt too clothed in even his scant garments; a baggy, sleveless black tshirt, and loose, whitish shorts with a faint island pattern. He felt an urge to strip. An urge to press his lips against Dains. To fulfill the memory that had burned in his mind. Complete what he had wish he could have done then.
"So your food had enough time to sink now," Dain stated bluntly. He stood up all too quickly, leaving Erics erotic thoughts simmering in the afternoon heat. "What about that game?"
"You don't want another one?" Eric asked, staring a look at Dain as he popped his shades back down. "Ain't ten games enough for one day?"
"What? Afraid of loosing again?" the black was already scooping up the ball, heading back over to the court in a forgone conclusion.
"Nah, I don't think Ill be the one loosing this time around," Eric said.
"You want to put your skills where you mouth is?" returned Dain. Eric hauled himself to his feet, emerged out from under the tarpaulin. The heat of the sun hit him almost instantly. There were a few things he didn't like doing out in this sort of heat. This was one of them.
Dain was already warming up again after what had only been a few hours since their last 'friendly' game. Eric couldn't remember the score, he didn't really care what it was, it was probably already so far in Dains favor. He knew that he was distracted, couldn't concentrate in that which faced him on the court there. Alone. For the first time for longer than a day in who knew how long. Eric was surprised Dain couldn't see it in him.
Or then maybe he did. Maybe that was his plan.
Eric knew the games, knew how good Dain was at putting on a face. Hiding what he felt. The samoan wondered if he could up the stakes this time around. Perhaps tip the arousal a little less against him. He knew how heavily he felt it in his body, building like an unstoppable pressure within him as he faced off against Dain set after set. Eric stripped his sleveless shirt up off his athletic body. Knowing full well what a set or two out under this son would do to his body. And what that would do to Dain.
"That ain't gonna help you, E," Dain shot as he stood, waiting. Eric smiled.
"Might help me more than you think."
"You gonna get on this court or what?" the black replied. "C'mon, I'm looking forward to whupping your ass again."
There was that reference again. Eric smile quietly to himself as he headed onto his side of the makeshift court. He could already feel the hard heat of the sun against his muscles. The softer, feather like touch of the wind. He adjusted his shades a little, cutting the glare from the afternoon light. Eric placed himself center court, pulling the long legs of his shorts upwards somewhat as he crouched a little, prepared for the serve.
Eric watched as Dain leaned back for the serve. Watched as his strong muscles writhed with the motion, his tank top falling down about his chest and body. The samoan knew he'd have to try a little better than he had of the last few games if he was going to concentrate better this time around. He stared upwards as the ball sailed across the deep blue sky. Launched himself quickly into action as he placed himself. Hit the ball back. He kept his eyes on the ball, as Dain shifted below, struck it back. Eric leapt quickly, spiking the ball downward over the net as Dain came quickly under to save it. Sending it back up over, too high for Eric to catch.
"You know you really are doing better with lunch and a rest," Dain joked as Eric retrieved the ball. He caught that smile, saw how the sun was catching his dark body.
"I ain't even warmed up yet."
"Love to see you warmed up, man," joked Dain. He was already positioning himself in the center of the court, waiting for Erics serve.
Eric rose, hit the ball down hard. He watched it come down quick, as he moved himself back towards the courts center. He watched as Dain moved to intercept, returning the ball hard. An easy, graceful curve upwards, then down, as the samoan returned the ball easily. The height and arc of the ball gave him too long to stare back. Watch as Dain moved back under the ball. Eric caught the few long moments of eternity. Staring down over Dains long body as he stood poised. He tried to hide back his arousal at the sight, concentrate against that which had caught him at the wrong moments to lose the games he had against Dain.
Dain returned the ball easily, Eric stepping over to hit the white ball back in reply. He began to feel the heat of the sand against his feet. Its softness, like the breeze that touched across his athletic torso. The heat that the sun was laying across his easy slopes. Eric could already begin to feel the moisture against his brow in the brief exercise he had taken this far. He tried to see any sign that Dain might be faltering. Noticing. Damn him. The black kicked up a small shower of creamy white sand as he moved quickly backwards, spiked downward.
Caught on his gaze of Dains body again, Eric stumbled back. He felt the soft sand give way in a deep gouge as his weight shifted. He struck the ball back, coming hard on his ass against the sand. The ball shooting off at an angle beyond the net.
"Thats 2 nil, man," Dain said, standing hands casually on hips as he watched Eric pick himself up. Then the ball. "When you gonna pick your game up a bit? I'm not even feeling it yet."
"You think I am?"
"Your game looks like your feeling it," Dain replied. "Shoulda taken that walk on the beach, stretch yourself out. Looks like you taking a bit of heat too, and I don't mean the game."
Eric smiled somewhat as he moved back for his next serve. He started to wonder exactly which part of him was taking the heat, that Dain had noticed. His dick was already starting to feel some of what he felt and saw before him. He was starting to feel the cling of the suns heat. He could still feel the sand where it held against his body. Eric was already starting to resolve with himself the fact he probably wasn't going to win this one either. Nature was playing too cruelly against him, in far more ways than just the gradual drop of wind.
The samoan prepared to serve, watching back at where Dain crouched somewhat. Prepared for the ball. He saw the easy smile, the gaze he knew was falling along his naked slopes. He was already taking some sheen of the sun, and wondered if it was finally having some affect on his black friend.
Eric served the ball, as the pace of the game began to take a more easy track. He managed to start scoring points, finally, after a few more against him. Feeling as the game came to an almost treacle pace, like the long, languishing embrace of the sun that was taking his body, and Dains. He could see the golden darkness of Dains black body, under his baggy tank top. The way that its stark white played against the tight darkness below. The graceful gleam that the suns light played against his muscles. Eric felt the same effects on his body, Dains eventual lack of attention for the game.
"I like how you look on court sometimes, E," Dain commented quietly, with a smile. "All wet like that."
"You don't know the half of it," Eric replied as he got the ball again, sending it back over to Dain for the serve. He'd long lost count of the score. He wondered if Dain even knew what the totals were now. This game had begun to descend slowly in the afternoon heat, as a heat beyond that of the suns began to lick at their bodies.
Eric watched Dains muscles writhe as he went up for a far slower serve than he was used to getting from the black. He moved just as slow in his heated and aroused state, catching the ball too late again. Falling back down onto the sand in a shower of whiteness that sprayed the beach upwards. He landed again on his back, well underneath the net. Dain reached down a long arm to assist him up. The samoan took his hand and pulled him down.
"What about we forget the damn game for a bit?" Eric asked, his smile wide. Dain was already down on top of him, caught partly off guard as he thumped down on the sand about him. "You know it always ends up in the same place."
"Yeah ... well if I remembered, you was on top last time," Dain smiled warmly.
"I was on top that time we won, remember?"
"Yeah I do."
"You remember how that felt?" Eric asked, his voice quiet. He put his hands onto Dains tight black body, the black still on all fours over him.
"Felt as good as it always feels with you on top of me, E," he replied. "Like heaven."
"I was just thinking about that before," Eric explained. "About when we won the gold. And we went down on the sand. In front of all those people."
"Hehe, yeah ..." Dains smile warmed his soul, as he recounted his memories quietly.
"How the only thing I wanted to do was to hold you. When we had just won. And when I was in your arms, the only thing I wanted to do was kiss you."
Eric looked up at Dains face, the black already pulling off his shades. He looked into those eyes, those soft eyes, like he had the first time they had ended up together after a game. Erics mind was a storm of thoughts and memories, caught on the erotic tension of having Dain over him. Shading him somewhat from the suns light with his sweaty, dark body. The samoan felt Dains hand on his body, finally, drawing all those memories to reality for a pinpoint of a second. He felt the hot thrill through his body as Dain lowered his mouth.
Kissed him softly.
"Something like that?"
Eric felt his manhood thumping upwards in the culmination of the foreplay that had been the volleyball game before. At the touch of the mans hand against him, his lips against his own. Dains lips felt firm, soft. Wet where his own lips had already dried somewhat in the suns heat. He stared back up at Dains easy expression, as he knelt over him.
"No," Eric replied finally. He put his arms up about Dains hot, wet body. "Something like this."
The samoan pulled Dain down into his muscular embrace, locking his lips against his own. His tongue already slipping into Dains mouth as he unleashed the passion of the moment that had played out in his mind all afternoon. Eric felt as if there, lost in the moist warmth of Dains lips, just for a second he was back on Bondi Beach having just won that last game. Embraced with his teammate in celebration. Ignoring the world as he recreated for the briefest seconds the moment of that embrace. And finally kissed before the millions watching. Celebrating his victory in the taste of Dains willing mouth.
Eric pulled the black harder along his body. Felt Dains arousal pressing against his own as he came to rest between his legs. The soft sand beneath them, like a bed to their lovemaking. The still hot suns rays that beat down apon them the gentle sheets covering them. Eric felt Dains muscular arms dig up about his body, shifting sand as he took him into his arms. Held his as tightly as he held his lips in return. Their passion washing over them in waves as they swum in the exotic pleasures of each others lips.
Breaking the kiss finally, Dain stared down on Erics eyes, smiling. "I think you ready now, E," he said smoothly. "You know I like you better after you had a few good hours to stew in your horny juices."
"You WERE making me suffer!"
"Course I was, you know theres only one thing I like more than a horny samoan guy like you," Dain replied, kissing at Eric again softly as if to accentuate his words. "Thats a horny samoan guy like you whose been holding out all afternoon for a release."
"Way I feel it, I ain't the only one," Eric stated, still feeling the long lump of Dains penis against his leg.
Dain pulled him up off the sand, the whiteness still clinging to both of their darker, wet bodies. Gently speckling soft patterns across Dains dark muscles, and his own, as Eric looked him over with a wanting eye. His shorts already thrust harshly with the bulging erection within, Eric looked down at Dains as the black lead him back under the tarpaulin. Taking him into the shade, where the heat of their passion would more than rival the suns that they were trying to escape in the height of their own.
Eric quickly returned to the one place he so wanted to be. Feeling Dains dark arms come up about him again as they embraced again, laying along the towels Eric had been sitting on earlier. He felt Dains arms around him, taking him as his lips fell against his naked chest. Tongue and lips teasing against his already hot torso. Tasting the sharp nibs of his nipples as Dain seemed to feast with as much sexual hunger as Eric felt himself. The samoan thrust his hips upwards against Dain as their foreplay continued. The rush of the sea barely matching that which Eric felt building within him.
Almost wrenching Dains tank top off in his eagerness to be closer to him, naked with him, Eric paused to let the black pull it up off himself. Eric watched his dark, smooth curves come gently into view. His hands coming up about Dains hard torso, tasting with his hands, the gentle caresses feeding his hunger and hormones as they built within him. Eric lost himself for a moment in his rich body. The tight athleticism of the Olympic athlete. Poised muscle, rich and sinuous like a track runner, or swimmer. Smooth and athletic under his stroking hands, as his palms ran slow tracks upwards to his strong shoulders.
"This is what I wanted to do to you," Eric said quietly, his breath heavy with his intoxication. "Right there on the sand. Fuck who was watching."
"I wanted it as much as you did. I know you could feel that."
Eric felt Dains hand wander down his tight stomach, and over his shorts. His own hand coming down to Dains, as if in reply. Tugging the loose black mesh down. So as to finally reveal the source of that long lump. Eric moaning quietly as Dain pulled his own shorts gently down his legs. He helped, Dain moving to work off his own properly, as the two finally joined naked together. Leaving aside their shorts and undergarments to return to each others muscular arms. The smooth brown of Erics body contrasting warmly against Dains darker skin. The two long athletes embracing each other, their sinuous limbs taking up about each other.
Feeling the rushing in his erection, Eric continued to thrust against Dain. Projecting his wants and intentions. He saw the man come up on him briefly, caught the full length of his dark body. His eyes catching on the lazy lean of the blacks long cock. The thick patch of his pubic hair. Eric hands reached greedily downward, brushing against that lengthy member as Dain moved about beside him. His lean cock closer to where Eric had long desired it. His own thick, shorter cock laying on his stomach, aching for the same attentions as he rolled over onto Dain.
Eric thrilled as stared down on Dains long erection, mounting the black with his legs either side of Dains head. He felt his own cock hanging freely, then the touch of Dains hands as he placed them against his ass, encouraged him to lie along his body better as his lips suddenly made contact with his thick, uncut cock. Eric moved further downward, perhaps a little forgetting of his heavy position atop his lover as he eagerly thrust his cock closer to the warmth. He groaned loudly as Dains mouth fulfilled his wants, his hand gently pulling his thick samoan cock straighter, so better to take his length inside.
Eric spread Dains long, muscular thigh, propped them open as he quickly embraced the blacks length with his fist. Felt the impassioned moans against his already soaring cock. Pulling Dains firm erection up straight as he slipped his mouth down over his cut head. Taking it into his mouth. Eric reveled in the feeling of the mans cock, gently thrusting deeper. The same salty taste that had come to his lips, borne of the seas winds all afternoon. This one a far more sexual, soft salt. Welcomed lustfully as Eric felt himself playing the continuation of that one Olympic moment over and over in his head.
The athletic samoan gently fed more of his amply thick cock against Dains mouth. Feeling at first the warmth of his mouth on his bulging shaft, then against his heavy nuts as he slowly trailed them across Dains lips. Working back and forth. Feeling the rush within him, and holding off every time as the arousal of his lovemaking drew to peak again and again. Finding the task of treating Dains long cock as equal difficult in the face of the stimulation to his own. Moaning time again against his cock as he took it deeply into his mouth. Speaking the slow, grateful words that he so much wanted to reply to Dains attention.
At one point as his balls lay against Dains hot mouth, Eric locked his legs there. Holding himself at that height as he concentrated more full on Dains cock. The pleasure still filled his body, but the constant itch that his friend scratched apon sucking him had waned ever so slightly as he held back from the blacks simulations. He heard Dains breathless moans about his groin as he drew his cock in and out of his mouth in the same long, full strokes of Dains dicks length. Coming again over each long drag to his narrow head. Feeling the tension surging within his lean length. Building within those nuts as he felt and stroked Dain, sucked hard against his member.
Dain cried out, barely holding back as his cock surrendered his rich cum to Erics mouth. The samoan drinking firmly of his prize. Equating it silently as the gold medal he had won. He knew the taste of victory. It felt creamy and thick within his mouth. Surging shot after shot. His volleyball partner writhing powerfully beneath him.
Taking his chance as Dain lay gasping and spent, Eric reversed his position. Taking place between Dains long, dark legs. He pulled his partner back into his arms. Reliving the moment he had felt all afternoon as he joined with him in celebration of their gold. The same position he had been in with Dain those months before.
Only now seeking to fulfill what he hadn't been able to do before all those cameras.
"Oh yeah ... E ... I know you felt I wanted it as bad as you did then," Dain managed, still breathless. "I just wanted to pull your uniform off in the excitement."
Eric pulled Dains long legs up about him as his cock moved downward. Wet with the sucking Dain had given him. Slipping against Dains still wet crack, sweaty in the heat of their passions and the sun above. He felt Dains reaction as his thick head moved against his tight ass hole. Held there as Eric guided himself better in his excitement.
"I wanted to do this to you so bad then," Eric sighed. "I'm so lucky to have you. On the team. With me."
Dain remained quiet, breathing heavily, encouraging him further as Erics cock snuck heavily against his ass. The samoan felt Dains strong arms up about him, just like they had been that moment. His face as warm, as excited. Eric interpreting it as the excitement of the win, yet still seeing the arousal and sexual high that truly came at that moment. The two moments lost in his mind together. Experiencing as one as he pushed gently, but firmly against Dains ass.
"Yeah ... do me like you wanted to then, E. don't hold back. Show me how excited you were to win that gold."
Eric felt his body tightening, Dains own beneath and around his. The hotness everywhere, the hard feel of his dark muscles against his. His sexual center already locking against Dains hole, seeking depths beyond. The mere nature of Dains ass straining to hold back his advance, a mere difference in sizes, where both desired the union more deeply than Erics own could go. Dain gasped beneath him as Eric thrust a little more firmly, taking his head into the tight, hot embrace of the blacks ass hole.
"Thats right, baby. Show me your gold."
Lost in the heat of the sun, the burning desires of his passion of Dain, Eric thrust deeper. Hearing Dains pained moan, his almost immediate words to push on dispute. Eric thrilled at the feeling of the crushing tightness as his broad head popped within Dains ring, feeling it clench hard about him there. The samoan worked with his powerful hips, pushing gradually, firmly, in a long, slow, inevitable motion that sunk his hardness into Dains ass. His thick balls coming to rest against his partners cheeks. The thick brush of his bush joining a musky sweat to the smell of their sex.
Eric lay panting a few long moments, his eyes as wide as Dains, as he sat pulsing inside his ass. His thick samoan cock gripped tightly within Dains sexual embrace. His hot, sweaty body pressed along the length of his. Dark and lighter, their skins lending smooth contrast. Their long, athletically muscular bodies entwined deeply in an embrace shared only in the depths of intimate love. Dains long legs splayed up about Erics body as he moved gently, slowly within him.
Eric saw Dains eyes speaking exactly what he felt, wasting no time in doing what he had so deeply long to do in the excitement of celebration. That moment he had reenacted time and time again, countless nights since their victory over Brazil. Eric began to thrust slowly in Dain, feeling the black opening up gradually under him. Becoming accustomed all over again to the size and poise of Erics thick cock. A task accepted so many times, so willingly, as Eric began to work the length of his love within Dain.
Building more firmly, Eric began thrusting within Dains tightness. Celebrating as deeply and passionately his victory then, as the feelings and love he was now. Trying to portray in some small way sexually what he had felt winning that gold. Alongside his best friend and lover. The excitement then. That which he had wanted to do at that very moment as he lay within Dains long, muscular arms. The joy of winning spilling over into a far closer, sexual high in the passion of the moment.
Eric felt his cock running firmly within Dains tight hole. Feeling every tightness, every clutch of his steaming ring. Looking down into Dains wide face, the exclaiming expression of the pleasure he felt within him. His muscular arms tight about his naked samoan body, joining them passionately as lovers. The breathless gasps that joined Erics own as he thrust fully within him. Feeling his thickness gliding smoothly to its broad, thick head, back again along his veined, swollen length to nest his balls firmly against Dains smooth, dark ass. The fire burning within his shorter cock just as great as the pleasure within Dains body.
Eric kept his rhythmic, easy pace going within Dain. His moans joining with his friends as he lowered to kiss at Dains hot neck. The motions and feel of his body spoke the volumes his mouth didn't, as the black groaned powerfully within his arms. Working gently about Eric, as his cock stroked firm, full strokes within his tight ring. Eric pushed and moved through the hotness within Dain, as the heat and passion of his body began to approach that which he felt against his dick.
"Thats right baby, show me your stuff," Dain moaned, clawing at Erics brown, muscled back. "Deeper ... ah yeah ... just there. Thats right, baby. don't hold back."
Eric thrust his hips more fully against Dain as he felt his burning passion erupting into something greater. There, lying in the shade of the burning afternoon sun, he felt his needs growing. Taking Dains lips with his, tasting as he tasted sexually the depths of his ass. Thrusting more needfully and powerfully with the strength of his Olympic trained body. Two athletes locked in the embrace of male love. Eric already correcting and fulfilling that one moment in his mind, again for the countless time since its occurrence.
"C'mon, baby," Dain gasped. "Full me with your thick samoan cum. C'mon ..."
Eric felt the lights in his head explode as he became dizzied by the heat. Overwhelmed by the sensations still creeping the length of his short, fat dick. His pace slipped somewhat, his broader head saving him from slipping out of his dark lovers ass. Eric moaned loudly as he thrust the few, full, long last times to see the sensation to his head. Then explode outward from his cock. Filling Dains ass with the effort of his lovemaking. Pulse after pulse of thick, creamy cum, as he lay still poised and taut within Dains muscular arms.
Eric gasped hard in his post orgasmic bliss. Waiting till his cock softened slightly before chancing a slight tug to clear his big head from Dains ass. His eyes met with his, saw the warm smile on his face. Felt Dains lips press softly against his again, appreciative as the gentle whispers that caught his ears.
"Every time feels as good as it did then," Dain said softly.
"Yeah, I know."
"Might not have had your lips on mine, E, but I relive the passion of that moment every time we're together."
Eric smiled, feeling content along Dains long body. The soft curves accepting his own as they lay together silently for a moment. Enjoying the gentle breeze, the more soft heat of the afternoon sun. Eric celebrated that gold victory every time he could with Dain. Now was no exception. He breathed quietly as he basked in the sound of the surf, still crashing against the beach. Finally speaking.
"This time, you be on top."