Fucking the blonde on the beach-2

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He laughs, and chugs the rest of his Dos Equi, and stretches out next to me on the blanket. I move over a bit as he is coming in, but we are still a tight fit – which is just the way I want it. He licks his full lips, and tosses his mane of bright-blonde hair, and says, “I’d like some company right now, too – especially company that comes with the kind of accessories that you have.” With that, he draws the tip of one index finger along the bottom of my cock, which obligingly unfurls and stretches itself out, like a jungle cat awakening from a sleepy afternoon, preparing to go on the night’s hunt. He laughs again and says, “Oh, man, this is so cool – I can see myself in your sunglasses!”
Like the jungle cat that my dick is imitating, I purr, “I’m sure that’s a beautiful sight.” His hand, which has been fingering my cock, has just coaxed either a bit of pre-cum (or, some left over from my first cum) out of tip of my hardening member. I bring his hand up to my mouth and lick the fingers, gently, sensuously, and suck each one, cleansing them of my own salty, milky fluid. He leans down to brush my lips with his own, and rubs his downy cheek along my stubbly one. I pull him closer, and wrap my arms around him, and grind up against his firm abs, and rub my cock against his own, with only the fabric of his trunks between us.
He rolls over on top of me, sliding down between my thighs as if he belonged there. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He murmured, his eyes gloating.
When I say, “Of course”, he responds.
“Yeah – most guys do. Most guys that want me to fuck them aren’t as hot as you are, though.” With that, he leaned over and kissed me again, full on the lips, and reached underneath to scoot my trunks down past my hips.
He is breathing hard and fast himself now, once again imitating the tempo and rhythm of the incoming tide, which has left this area of the beach deserted, except for us. He wastes no time – he is obviously as hot for me as I am for him. He sits back and pulls my trunks completely off me, and pulls his own trunks down just far enough that his hard-as-steel cock springs out like a caged tiger suddenly set free. His own organ is almost as big as mine, and it thwacks up against his tight abs with a satisfying thump. He spits into his hand, and slicks it up a bit, and then positions himself over me, with the tip of his dick pressing against my tight ass.
I am no virgin, but the rush of his assault does not allow much time to relax. He is all force and fury, no hesitancy here at all, and I prepare for a wham-bam. He pokes his cock at my portal a couple of times, nudging, and I open up enough to get him part way in. Then he simply rams it full speed ahead, and I cry out, and pull him close to me, grunting into his ear, “Fuck me, you blonde bitch – fuck me hard, and then you’ll get yours!”
He complies with gusto, ramming all the way into me until his pubes tangle with my own, and sets up a fast and furious pumping motion that dates back to the caves we crawled out of. He is holding me in his strong arms as tight as I am holding him in my stronger ones, and his boyish voice is rising as he grunts and gasps “UUnnnh! UUnnh! Yeah! Fuck! UUnnh! Whooo! Yeah!” All too soon, he escalates into a high-pitched yell, and crushes me to him, as his body convulses in a mind-blowing cum-shoot. He empties a gallon of his young, fertile splooge into my hot ass, and collapses on top of my broad chest, while I hold him and stroke him and nuzzle his ear.
We are now both slick with sweat, and oil, and as his softening dick slides out of my ass he slides down my body. He skins out of his own trunks so that we are both naked now, with the salt spray of the primordial Ocean touching, licking, caressing every exposed nerve and fiber of our being. Kneeling again between my thighs, he buries his face in my bunghole, siphoning out the funky fluids that he finds there. He comes back up and kisses me, and slurps the contents of his mouth into mine, and I taste my own sulfurous funk mixed with his sweeter spunk.
My own lion is roaring, and I rub my rising cock into the crack between his round bubble-butt cheeks. He slides back a bit, and sits up straddling my waist, and breathes “You’re too big for me to take the way I gave it to you – gimme a minute.” With that, he closes his bottle-green eyes and begins to work his tight ass down onto my rising flagpole. I hold my body flat on the blanket, and let him go at his own pace, which quickly speeds up, as he fairly slams his lithe young body down onto my huge cock. He is squatting over me, dancing on my dick, and his own cock is flapping back and forth, hitting on his own and on my hard abs with each stroke. Without him touching his cock, I see his balls draw up, and his rod expand to its fullest, and he shoots another huge load straight up into the air (most of which lands on my face), on my chest, on his chest, and on the blanket and the sand near where my own load soaked in earlier.
His clenching ass brings on a volcanic eruption from my own loins, and I put at least as many gallons up into his shit chute as he put into mine. He collapses backward this time, his broad shoulders between my legs, and I sit up and then fall on him, full-length, my bigger, stronger, hairier body pressed tight against his muscular, smoother one, and we lay on the beach, off the blanket in the sand, naked and natural, our arms outstretched above our heads, our fingers intertwined, our lips locked in a long, passionate kiss.
We come up for air eventually, and giggle at each other, grinning, goofy, sexily euphoric. We get up, and race to the shore and into the waves, heedless of the strong cross-currents, grappling with them and then with each other, our strong bodies straining against each others’ muscles as we throw ourselves over and over into the water, our cocks dangling between our legs, until finally a bigger waves picks us both up and flings us bodily back up on the beach, where we lie along side of each other for a few minutes, panting and coughing, and stroking each other wherever our moist fingertips can reach. After a while, as the ocean pushes further up over us, we get up and collect our trunks, and put them back on, and grab the cooler and my bag and the cum-stained blanket, and walk up to my apartment. We shower, together, and I suck him off and fuck him again in the shower, and we tumble into the bed where he plows my ass again, and this is repeated several times all night. We fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms towards dawn, and when we wake up at midmorning, we get coffee and donuts and bring them back, and eat a bit, and smoke some of my special-occasion stash, then eat each other’s cocks and asses all the rest of the day. We call for four large pizzas to be delivered, and devour almost all of them, and spend the night finding new ways to please and tease each other.
He left the next morning, and we were occasional fuck-buddies for several years, but only occasionally. I still have the blanket – I never washed it, but stuffed it in my pillowcase instead. To this day, on a hot, sticky night, I can smell his sweet spunk as if he just splashed it on me.