A Daily Jocks ad, paired with gay-erotic poetry (definitely not for the sexually modest), then with a series of notes.
Boy in the Sand
He erupts from the surf, his skin
Tangy with salt, his cock rising, his balls
Heavy with his seed. We kiss, I am a
Sea anemone, roiled by desire for him.
I stroke his wet hair, follow the
Arrow of his widow’s peak down his long torso,
Down to his sweet belly, girded by
Hard muscle, take him in my mouth.
We trade, he takes me, opens me with his
Wet fingers, I need him in me. Fuck me,
Cal, oh fuck me, fuuuck me! He
Mounts me, panting heavily, fills me in
Long slow muscular strokes.
Breeds me. Gets me off ferociously.
I become a sea creature like him,
Dive into the surf,
Return to our ocean.
(Notes after the fold.)