Sunset Alone By Lael Stalnaker
Jason stripped off his wetsuit and dumped it off onto the wet sand. No one was around and he didn't expect anyone on this secluded stretch of the California coast. It had been a killer day for waves and he was very content with the sets he had ridden. Exhausted, he laid himself out on the board and tucked his hands behind his head. Water droplets glistened in the last of the day's light. Orange and red streamers drifted near the sun low on the horizon.
He planted his feet to either side of the board to stabilize it and keep from getting dumped onto the wet sand. The incoming waves lapped at his heels. The tilted angle of the board let him watch the sunset without effort. A low breeze stirred the air and tingled along his body. The tiny blond hairs on his arms and legs shifted, sending small thrills through him. Within moments, his 6 inches were reaching for his bellybutton. The soft air moving over his new hard-on completely changed his tired mood into something more.
Jason's eyes drifted closed as he let everything around him play in his imagination. His pulse pounded, drumming rapidly in his inner ear. He could even feel the pattern beating in throbs through his erection. It seemed to twitch in time with his heart. He could almost see his inner thoughts forming in the air before him. In his mind's eye, he took himself in hand and caressed oh so softly along his length.
Tiny shudders crawled up his back. Each grain of sand on his skin felt like a boulder, though not entirely unpleasant. Beads of salt water pooled and trickled down his sides and from his groin. The board was beginning to dry beneath his back, adding its own feel to the over sensation of touch. Its solid hardness felt a perfect match for his own as he gripped more firmly in his mind.
Jason let his breath become more deep and slow as his excitement mounted. The flickering of the air over his balls tantalized. His left hand found them and trailed fingertips over the fuzzed grain of his scrotum. The wiry blond hair crackled against his nails and he squirmed a little. Each hair that moved felt as distinct as a tree in a forest. His right hand trailed down to the base of his hard-on and lightly touched the back of his other hand. He finally noticed water running down his forehead and pulled back his right hand to flip his wet tangled hair from his face.
The onshore breeze picked up and he shivered as the moving air swept up his muscled thighs and over his now shuddering erection. His eyes remained closed, wrapped up in the inner world of self-pleasure. His mind already saw the waves of orgasm rocking his entire body. The board beneath him also rocked in time with rapid movement of his hands on his genitals. His eyes opened as he nearly convulsed off the board with the power of his fountaining fluids. Wetness other than the ocean's now rained down on his chest and abs. He watched in awe, though only half aware, as shudder after shudder swept through and out of his body.
Jason felt his body go tense with the strongest shudder yet and then go limp. His hands came back from behind his neck and trailed through the sticky wetness on his chest. His bemusement turned to how powerful the experience had been. He sat up and let viscous semen slowly slide down the length of his body. He rose completely from the board and went back into the waves. All traces of his orgasm were gone in moments and he let his body float on the rocking water as he watched the first stars come out.