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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is an erotic story and features explicit sexual acts between consenting adult males. If this offends you, if you are under age, or if it is illegal for you to read this in the country you are residing in, leave now.
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This is for djinn who nags & Scott who doesn't.
It is dark by the bayside. The moon is faint in the sky, dimmed by the yellow white glare of the oil refinery lights on the far shore. Tall thickly planted native pine trees screen the main road, going all the way across the park to the narrow beach. Even though there are few branches below a tall man's height, for those familiar with the dark places of the night there is plenty of cover for... Apart from the gentle lapping of the small waves on the hard sandy strip these is almost no noise, odd considering just how close to one of the city's main roads we are.
Continually enchanted by this place, I am often happy just to be amongst the trees, near the beach, beside the water and almost forget the urges that have driven me here yet again.
Shadows are moving to and from the cars parked apparently randomly in the small tarred space roughly in the middle of the trees. Tonight's patrons are not the drive through crowd but rather the more predatory or cautious sit and wait types. They value quiet, stealth, secrecy, furtiveness and the adrenalin rush of the forbidden.
Lost in my own thoughts, enjoying the soft breeze and fresh salt tinged air standing just back from the beach into the deep shadows of the trees I was surprised that I did not jump as the firm arm slipped around my right side over my flat stomach and pulled me gently into him. Soft lips nuzzled my neck as dull stubble grazed tender skin. A large hand began it explorations going over my left thigh onto my hardening crotch where it decided to massage my rising to full attention.
I could feel in the small of my back his arousal, long, thick and getting harder. My left arm going over his right I felt the soft hair of his forearm, my thumb coming to rest on the smooth skin of his bicep bulge. Arching back a little, with my chin I knocked his, landed my lips on his and locked. My tongue darted over and began fencing with his as my right hand reached up and back to explore a muscular butt, pinching and kneading through the long runners pants that he wore.
Kiss broken, smoothly I am spun around towards and into him as he backed up to rest on the broad trunk of the closest pine tree. Again we kiss, one hand of his on the back of my head pulling me in, the other firmly wrapped about my waist. My own arms interweave with his as my hands roam over his tight torso, burrowing under his shirt, sliding over smooth warm skin back and forth, up and down, down into his waistband elastic.
As I sweep my hands around his butt, freeing his magnificence from the confines of fabric, relishing its muscular pulses against my groin, I am mildly surprised to find myself likewise exposed. For a moment a humorous image of my present condition springs into my mind and I resist the impulse to giggle.
His tongue tracks the sensitive lines of my neck and instinctively my body arches further into his my hands now kneading the thickness of his upper arms shoulders. Flexing his butt against the rough bark pushes him harder, repeatedly into me whilst his hands on my butt tightens, releases and tightens again in rhythm compounding intensifying all sensations.
I am losing myself to the heated waves of passion rushing through all of me. Starting to gasp for air he is still quiet as his tongue dashes teasingly about my ears, my neck kissing me fully deeply roughly softly urgently. Our skins are becoming damp and a cool zephyr arrives from somewhere unnoticed and ineffective. Up I am lifted and his mouth is at my chest nipping caressing inflaming. I wonder how my shirt had opened itself to him not wanting to stop barely able to contain myself I writhe against but into his ministrations. The moist length of him is gliding between my legs that sensitive line of skin inflamed as unbidden I open to receive him. The need in me is overwhelming as he enters swiftly and I tense, pulse, in welcome bringing him deeper into the core of me. His bigness is satisfying. I jump as he hits the spot so that he hits it again quicker more frenetically more forcefully again again and yet again..our mouths find each other tongues clash between short deep breathes our body temperatures rising I am clinging to contain my release. Waves of pleasure, indescribable cascade over and through my entirety totally beyond control I am bucking up and down the near full length of him the friction on my own ramrodded between us so good almost painful. Another full powerful thrust deep inside of me and I feel him explode quiver throb.. too much; I am gone as my release spasms between us spinning with fireworks of ecstasy pulsating inside my mind, my clenching response encouraging him on.
Gently he now nuzzles the base of my neck, withdrawing himself carefully though still erect. Arms enfolding me I nudge my way under his chin to nestle in his comfort. Too soon he is redressing me unhurriedly tickling at my legs and thighs along the way. Reciprocating I find the softness of his flanks grazed by the pine tree bark. As I hesitate to touch a hand lifts my chin and we kiss again lingeringly comfortably and we are back in order. One last long kiss he has me against the pine now in his spot a hug and he is gone melting into the depths of tree darkness.
My hearing gradually returns as do the soft sounds of the night beyond my haven. The tree is holding me up. Fulfilled desolate joyful dejected I survey the beach the water and yellow white light beyond trembling, vowing never to return knowing that I will.