A Fading Dream

Above us was the clearest blue sky I’d ever seen, in perfect contrast against the blue of the ocean. The sinking orange sun sent a thousand sparkles like diamonds had been sprinkled across the calm water’s surface. Seagulls circled above singing their delight at the cool evening breeze.

The blanket laid out on the private beach and its white sand delivered the most romantic setting for our evening. It seemed like it had been weeks since we last found the time to connect on a deeper level, with our hectic work schedules and the drone of daily life. Tonight is perfect.

“Roll over!” Tyler suggested.

I smiled up at him. The multitude of hues of blue had deepened his cobalt eyes. “Mmm, ok.”

He knelt down, straddling my legs, and began rubbing a tropical-scented sun tan lotion on my bare back. His slow movements up my lean back and down my sides sent immediate pleasure coursing through my body. Up my spine, across the back of my neck and shoulders, and down my arms, my body buzzing in delight.

Here in this place, a tropical paradise with the sun setting, everything was so surreal. The deepening blue sky, the gulls crying above us, and even Tyler’s touch seemed amplified above the mundane earthly things. That’s it, I’m in heaven!

He started grinding himself into the white speedo that kept my rounded ass decent for public viewing, his hardening cock pressing against me, moving away and returning in a seductive cycle. I felt myself begin to stiffen, to heat up even more, burrowing a divot in the sand underneath the blanket.

“Fuck Tyler, that feels amazing.” I whined as his thumbs dug into the tense muscles in my back.

While any tension I had held was released, the void it left was quickly replaced with lust. I didn’t realize I was humping into the sand until Tyler commented something about me being a dirty boy and teased me about needing his dick.

He was right, but the sudden flash of shame I felt only made my need, well needier. “Mmhmm.” I groaned. “Are ya gonna give it to me?” I growled, thickening my whine with the desperation he loves to hear.

His hands cupped the curves of my ass and his fingers kneaded into my flesh. “How bad do you want it, baby?” His weight dug my erection deeper into the blanket, the friction making me shiver.

“Like a fish needs water Ty,” I whimpered. “I might just curl up and die here if I can’t feel you inside me.” I moaned, starved of release against the building pressure of desire.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it baby.” Tyler confirmed. “And more!” The chuckle that punctuated his decree held a greedy, almost sinister note to it.

Rocking my hips in time with his, we rutted together forcing my cock harder into the sand. I moaned out at the increased intensity. Somewhere above me, a bird squawked, drawing my attention away from dry-humping the sand.

It squawked again, and again, more robotic, and mechanical with each caw. The dimming sun faded to darkness, but that damned bird kept squawking. What the fuck? The lapping waves, the other seagulls, and the entire scene waned until the only sound was… was my alarm clock.

“Holy shit!” I breathed out, fucking my stiff dick into the mattress, my mind was confused and fuzzy for several seconds as reality and the day dawned on me. Tyler, whoever he was, was replaced by the weighted blanket that held me securely to my queen bed.

A momentary feeling of disappointment set in over the beach scene fading into the bed, the gulls to that damn alarm clock. I groaned my loss into the air-conditioned darkness of my bedroom while continually pushing my hard cock into my bed.

I slid my hand into the blanket, sliding feather-light fingertips down my side, goosebumps rising under my touch and before the dreamscape completely faded from memory, I closed my eyes. I conjured up every detail of the scene in my sleep. The sounds, the warmth, Tyler grinding my cock into the sand.

“Mmm” I hummed as I coiled my long fingers around my shaft, noticing the heat that transferred into my palm.

An erotic pride flashed, feeling the weight of it, the girth of my steel-hard cock in my hand. I began stroking, slowly, and intentionally building anticipation with teasing solo foreplay. My free hand explored my body, gliding over the peak of my hardened nipple before I took it between my finger and thumb and pinched.

“Ahhh” I moaned, sucking air back in through clenched teeth.

With my right hand firmly gripping my shaft, I stroked a little faster, my need for release intensifying. I knew it wouldn’t take long to reach the pinnacle of my pleasure, but the masochist in me made me want to draw it out, edging myself ever closer.

I drug my left hand down my smooth stomach, toward the hilt of my cock, and rubbed my fingertips through the shallow black hairs at its base. Connecting the tips of my pointer finger and thumb around the width of it, I let my remaining fingers lay across my swollen balls.

I squeezed hard, choking a moan dry from my dry throat. My hand moved faster, more assertively up and down my length until I felt a dampness hit my hand. I stopped, opened my eyes, and slowly milked another bead of precum from my slit, watching it run down my reddened mushroom head and collect in a small puddle on my thumb.

With several more slow and deliberate strokes, more precum gathered, leaving a gooey string with each of my hands dissension down my shaft. “Fuck!” I groaned.

Moving my finger and thumb from the base of my cock, I strangled my balls at the root of my sack and tugged downward, stretching the hairless skin cover taut over the round orbs it sheathed and moaned.

I continued the hands-on assault, threatening to end the session early as the pressure built in my core. I had a decision to make and time was running out. As my dick began to stiffen even more than it had been, growing in my hand, I stopped. “Not yet bitch!” I huffed out breathlessly, momentarily ending all contact.

I exhaled and let my fingers trace my torso, my chest. Steering them south, in different paths, I rubbed across my belly button, over my hip bones, and along the creases of my hips. I left my body tingling from the sensation of the almost ticklish touch.

When I returned, I drug my fingertips lightly down my cock, making it jump from the sensitivity. A string of precum now connected its tip to my belly like the sticky silk of a lone spider web. When my fingers traced back up, I swiped the liquid from my cock and brought my finger to my waiting tongue.

The clear salty liquid across my tongue brought my tastebuds to life, my mouth watered for more. I pushed that saliva out of my mouth and into the palm of my hand, before rubbing it across my cock.

With the new lubrication and a heavy dose of haste, my hand moved quickly, recklessly across the veiny skin. Almost immediately, the pressure rose but there were no choices to be made this time. My mind was fuzzy, blanked out by the animalistic need to cum!

No words came, nothing intelligible anyway, just sounds, grunts, and groans as I toppled over the edge. Cum shot out with the force of a young man, landing first in the patch of dark hair in the center of my chest. The second ribbon of my seed fell and little farther down and each subsequent volley puddled in my belly button.

Sweat had beaded across my forehead with a couple drips rolling across my temple and I panted, milking every bit out of me, the last of it running down my thumb and added to the now drying spit. Cum slicked, I slowly stroked, caressing my spent dick as it retreated, well-used in my hand.

I ran a finger into my cum filled naval, getting as much of my seed as I could, and brought to my mouth, sucking my finger inside. My taste was heady, a savory sweetness assaulted my taste buds as I licked my finger clean.

Going back for seconds, this time with two fingers, I gathered more and repeated the same action, humming with each intake until I was left with a thin layer of dry, flaky cum spread across my belly, and a flaccid piece of meat laying lifeless over my trimmed pubes.