Barefoot Beach Box Set by R.W. Clinger

Author:R.W. Clinger [Clinger, R.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2016-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25: Edwin

Our bodies collide together inside the kitchen as thunder begins to romp over the bungalow, presenting a tropical storm. Parted lips, chests, and private parts mingle with a fond likeness. I finger his chest, pull the white T-shirt from his torso, drop it to the kitchen floor, and meet my lips to one of his nipples with an uncontained hunger. Lips press against his nipple and my tongue devours his skin. Fingertips dig into his hips, press against his flesh, and offer him an unquenchable lust.

He is just as hungry for my skin. Moaning with pleasure, he presses the back of my head with fingers and pushes me against his chest. A whisper escapes his mouth, “I want you, Storm. I’ve always wanted you.”

In a matter of seconds, my cotton shirt is removed and I’m pushed backward and pressed against the coconut-colored wall. He kisses my plump lips, a cheek, and veined neck. His lips fall to my hairy chest and he begins to roll his tongue down and along the hard-packed abs of my torso. His straying fingers find my pecs and gently twist their nipples, counter-clockwise and at the same time.

I become dizzy against the wall, panting for breath, and on fire because of this unexpected union with him. My head spins with lust for our bodies to collide together. No longer can I tamp my allure for the lifeguard. I become weak under his tender touch, obey his thirst as his mouth settles at the top of my white boxer-briefs, and feel vibrations of pleasure in my dick.

He pulls the underwear down to my ankles and discovers my goods. Longingly, he takes a lick of my upright eight inches, swirls his tongue around my cock’s cap, lowers his mouth over the dick, and consumes it down the back of his throat. On his knees, he holds the base of my erection with his right hand while his left hand massages the swinging sack between my legs.

I whimper above him, gently thrust my hips against his face, and place both hands on his head. Steady sensations of euphoria sweep through my torso, which clings with a light sweat. Seven swift humps to his mouth careen me into deep passion and my vision begins to blur.

Satiated by my dick, the lifeguard continues to suck its excess skin and carries out a speedy up and down motion. Tender massaging ensues on my sack by his busy fingers. Groans and grunts escape his mouth, proving his pleasure.

Weak above him, spinning in a state of thick ecstasy, I heavily breathe. My attraction to the photographer is unconditional. Steady and rhythmic thumps to his face persist, which sends me into cerebral oblivion, reaching passion.

Helplessly, I chant, “Trent. Nearly.”

He pulls away from me, but still leaves his left hand on my sack. His other hand wraps around my cock and begins to throttle it up and down in a rapid pace.

His consecutive strokes shift me into overdrive and my breathing intensifies. I begin to jolt my hips into his palm and ride its smooth and tight skin.

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