“Best sunset yet.”
Elliot lights the joint as we make our way to the shore. There’s a spot we’ve both been liking lately, a sandy protrusion into the sea with a gorgeous, open view of the island, and we settle there.
I puff on the sweet smoke, and it makes me dizzy and warm. When I puff again a minute later, I sink into something pleasantly hazy.
Bird song. Sunset. Elliot.
We’re stuck in a total disaster, but we’re making it through together.
We kiss and quickly undress. Elliot leads the way, playing with my hole, whispering at my ear.
“I’m going to make you come so many times,” he tells me. “It makes me so hard when you groan.”
My rim tightens against his fingertips, and I throw my head back as my muscles go molten. I spit in my hand and grab his dick, pumping his shaft while he talks dirty to me. The sound of the sea is in my ears.
“I love how horny it makes you when I touch your hole. You’re pure wilderness man when you’re thinking about taking my dick. You’re like a force of nature, Hank, and all I want to do is play with your hole until you’re covered in cum.”
“Fuck, Elliot,” I huff out, grimacing and hot.
He turns me toward the waves, lets the water wash over us, and slaps his hard dick on my crease. Without penetrating me, Elliot rubs his shaft across my hole, thrusting between my cheeks.
On my hands and knees in the sea, growling and groaning, I thrust my ass back, burning with how good it feels. Nature is alive around us, and my body surges with dwindling reserves of energy.
Elliot leans down. His body is all over mine from behind. His hand finds my neck, my chin, my lips, and his other wraps around my cock.
I suck his fingers into my mouth, groaning and asking for more, and he thrusts across my rim, stimulating me without penetrating.
Slow, and then faster.
I’m fully embodied, connected with the setting sun and the throbbing biological life of the island.
Elliot and I are one, united, forged with the heat of nature. We come apart with lust and desire, consummated in the open air, serenaded by eagle calls.
We climax together, his wet heat splattering on my back, both calling out each other’s names for the universe to hear.
“What in the hell are you doing on my island!” a man with a British accent yells back.
