Reclining in a wading pool of natural stone, crimson board
shorts contrast his skin, fair with a golden glow. His near shoulder is tense,
a cap of muscle. From his armpit, where his chest curves, his nipples are dots.
His stomach isn’t too tight, only creased at his ribs. A thin line of sparse
hair runs from his bellybutton, over the slight pooch of his belly, and into
his shorts. His far leg bent up, his near leg sways under the water.
More man than boy, he’s more handsome than cute. A short mop
of brown hair is fringed in curls. His sullen glare isn’t focused, more a
reflection of his mood. Under his long, jutting brow, his lashes are thick. The
tip of his nose is strong compared to his weak chin. His lips are soft and pink.
He bends his ear to his shoulder and back again.
He fidgets, adjusting his position, his stomach flexing to a
six-pack in a brief, downward clench.
His weight now on his near arm, a thick vein runs from above
his arm pit to the crease of his elbow. His chest is stretched tight. He brings
his far leg down, tugging at his shorts, and then brings his leg back up.
He tosses his head
about a bit and sighs. He contemplates rubbing his belly but doesn’t.
He shifts his weight and pushes himself up, standing now. He
snags his board shorts down as water drips off. He runs his thumbs along the
waistband as he turns and steps out of the pool, the water sloshing. The top of
his ass, peeking out of his shorts, flexes left, right, left as he strolls to a
lounge chair. He kneels and rolls himself down onto the chair. He places his
hands behind his head as he settles in, legs straight and open wide.
He takes a deep breath and sighs, closing his eyes. His
thick arms and chest crease around his arm pits, the hair trimmed, natural but
neat. His torso, long and smooth, is like a roman statue, but with the
suppleness of youth. A faint line of hair runs down the curve of his belly,
peeking out of his shorts. He drops his hands to his sides, hooking his thumbs
into the waistband of his shorts.
He touches his belly lightly with his fingertips, and then
rubs it, palms flat. His left hand slides up to his chest, rubbing back and
forth against his nipples.
His right hand slides into his shorts up to his wrist. His
shorts bulge as he grabs himself, tugging. He looks away as he begins groping
in earnest. His left hand runs over chest then through his hair and settles
behind his head, bicep bulging.
He gazes into his shorts. With his left hand, he grabs the
shorts’ ties. His right hand pops out of his shorts to help. Ties loose, the Velcro
rips as he pulls his shorts open. His left hand holds his shorts open as his
right hand plunges into his shorts, pulling out his thick cock. He looks away
as he strokes himself with his fist, his limp cock flopping over his thumb and
forefinger on the down stroke, his scrotum stretching on the upstroke. His cock
grows longer and less floppy as he tugs, his left hand rubbing his crotch. He
gives one long, slow tug amongst the short ones, stretching it out.
His chest flexes as he strokes himself hard. He lets his
cock go and it settles his belly to the left. Thumbs tucked into his shorts, he
lifts himself up and slides them over his ass and down to his knees. His large balls
are in a tight sack, a pale crimson over his lightly-tanned skin. A dusting of hair
spreads from between his thighs. He holds his cock upright and begins jacking
himself from head to root. His left hand grabs his balls, pulling them up and
away, rubbing them, to settle on gripping them loosely.
He has enough skin to crease over the head of his cock as he
strokes up and then pulls down taut. He holds himself still, pulls his cock
back to his belly, as his left hand fondles his balls, the sack growing loose.
He stretches his cock out, the dark patch of hair pulled up the shaft. He
starts jerking, his hand slapping his belly, as his left hand wanders.
His cock is more rigid, his scrotum loose and wrinkly over
two large balls. His left hand releases his balls to pool in his crotch, and
wanders across his belly and chest to behind his head as his right hand
continues to jack himself longer and thicker. He lets his cock go and, pushing
down at the root, it stands as its full length. As he squeezes it with both
fists, it turns red.
He works the tip of the shaft, just a couple of couple
inches. He jerks so fast that it’s a blur. His balls, resting free in his
crotch, occasionally rescind as he tenses. The head of his cock is swollen now,
flaring out wider than the shaft.
His lips are parted as he takes shallow breaths. His
pectorals are bulged into mounds. His belly is still soft below his ribs. He
kicks his hips, his cock jutting forward on a curve.
His cock is now a long hard shaft that he jacks vigorously
with a loose fist. His breathing is more pronounced with slight gasps. His legs
squirm. He grabs his cock with his left hand, squeezing it, making it harder,
longer, and more red. Using both hands now, he strokes the whole shaft in tiny
jerks, his mouth gaped open. He looks to the side, watching something intensely.
Dropping his cock, he slides his shorts down his legs and
off. He turns, his right leg on the ground, his cock poking his belly, his
balls stuck between his thighs, his taint thick, as his left foot pushes up and
off the lounge chair. He grabs his cock as he stands, stroking straight out
from his belly. His left hand rests on his thigh, thick with muscle. A portable
DVD player sits on a nearby table.
His breathing is in time to his jerking that shakes his
body. He’s tense, his thin chest stretched tight along his breast bone, his
biceps bulging, his stomach ridged with the curve and “v” of his obliques
leading to the patch of hair between his legs that’s pulled up onto his cock.
He puts his left hand behind his head revealing his full side profile with all
its nooks and crannies, pectoral, ribs, stomach, hip and thigh.
His left hand explores again, from his shoulder to his
chest, sliding down his belly to his crotch. He cups his balls, giving them a
tug as he continues to jack himself. He lets his cock go and it sticks straight
out. He tenses and it jumps a few inches, over and over again. His left hand
behind his head, his right hand cups his balls, rubbing and tugging as his stiff
rod bobbles about.
His ass is two humps of muscle clenched tight to narrow
bands, deep dimples at his hips. He’s slightly hunched over, stroking, shaking,
flush, his mouth gaped open, as if he were one big cock himself.
The head of his cock is shiny, backed by the ridges of his
foreskin. When stretched taut, his cock is a mottled crimson with spidery veins
protruding from the base. He whacks it hard, making fapping noises as his balls
flap.
Relaxed, his ass spreads out full, his thighs thick. He sits
down again, not taking his eyes off the porn. He reclines on the chair with his
legs spread open. The fine, long hair of his ass crack runs up from his thighs
and over his taint. There’s the shadow of his balls bouncing, then the tips of
his balls appear and disappear, and then the whole sack, balls flopping. Huge
balls in a loose sack stretch all the way down and jump up in a flash, over and
over and over again.
With his left hand tugging his cock, he caresses the head with
the nimble fingers of his right hand. He stops, stretching the shaft up with
one hand and his balls down with the other, the full length on display. He
grins, revealing a gap in his front teeth.
He gets back to work, jacking his full length faster and
faster. His body tenses and he gulps air feverishly. He gasps and grunts as the
first spurt of cum zigzags and then arcs over his left arm. The second is a
dribble that lands on his balls. The rest is drips flung to his belly and
thighs. One weak stream splatters his chest and rolls down wet. He continues to
jerk, making the head froth, his fingers dripping with cum. He slows his
jacking and smears the goo over his shaft, pulling tight on the up stroke to
milk it out.
His grip is gooey as he strokes, rubbing the tip of a finger
over his slit. His cock is loose now and ambles about. His body splattered with
cum, he looks up, his eyes pale gray, and grins.
