Sunshine Pleasures: Abs Expo

Chapter 1

Sunshine Pleasures

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My eyes cracked open to the brightness of the midday Florida sun and the sound of waves crashing on the beach. A light breeze wafted through the pool house bedroom where we were staying. The bedroom alone could hold half of my house, and the bed itself seemed big enough to play tennis in.

Garrett and I had a very late night of fun and frivolities. Even though I was awake again when the sun came up, we both succumbed to a midday nap to compensate. I raised my head to see where Garrett had ended up in that luxurious bed.

Nope, it was just me stretched out diagonally across the crumpled sheets, but I could smell him on those sheets, allowing me to realize he had not been gone long. I stretched and wiggled into my nest of sheets just a little more, savoring the pleasures we had enjoyed during the night. However, when Garrett didn’t return, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I needed him in my arms.

I got up and walked naked to the edge of the room. Glass panels comprised the entire back wall, which disappeared when opened, leaving the great outdoors to become a part of our bedroom. I stepped out onto the lanai. It had a picturesque view of the white sand beach, the Gulf of Mexico, and an absolutely gorgeous sunset almost every evening. As I pondered the beauty of that place, my eyes focused on where a naked Garrett occupied the hammock at the edge of the lanai. He lay stretched out on his back with one leg bent at the knee and his foot dangling over the edge of the hammock down toward the floor of the patio.

My heart skipped several beats as I stood staring at Garrett’s incredible beauty. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his handsome face, sensual lips, lean physique, and sexy feet. While I desperately wanted to crawl into the hammock and snuggle up to him, I knew he was as tired as I was from the previous night. I didn’t want to disturb his sleep, yet I was desperate to be close to him. So I sat down on the patio cross-legged next to his dangling foot.

Carefully, I moved the sensual contours of his erotic tootsies into my lap so his perfectly groomed toes were resting against my rapidly hardening manhood. My foot fetish seemed to grow exponentially with each year of my life, and Garrett’s feet just lit me up. Meanwhile, the velvety soft light hair on his leg tickled my lips and nose as I kissed the side of his calf while I caressed his toes with my throbbing wand.

People strolled along the beach barely 50 yards away as Garrett and I relaxed in plain view, savoring our carnal bliss. Since the estate where we were guests was so far north on Clearwater Beach, we were in the unofficial clothing optional zone. Consequently, no one gave our nudity a second thought, yet some could not resist taking an interest in our activities. With my eyes closed and the light ocean breeze wafting across my full body tan, I relished the pleasure of having this intimate experience with Garrett, the love of my life.

“How long are you going to stay down there teasing my toes when you could be up here sharing the real deal with me?” Garrett finally asked.

I didn’t even know he was awake. So I replied, “What makes you think I’m not already enjoying the real deal?”

“I know you’re not because my favorite toy is up here feeling extremely lonely,” Garrett said.

So I stood up and stared down at him. Garrett’s incredible beauty had me mesmerized yet again, but this time it came with his stunning smile, even as his eyes were drifting shut again. He had summoned my company, so what could I do besides crawl into the hammock with him? Laying halfway on top of him to not upset the delicate balance of his precarious bed, I turned his head toward me and snuggled my lips up against his.

My lower lip caressed his upper lip, then I kissed his upper lip as he tried to nibble on my lower lip. We kissed again in reverse fashion with my lips on his lower. Next, I caressed his right eyebrow with my fingertip as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. After our tongues jousted briefly on his turf, his tongue ventured into my mouth for even more exploration. Meanwhile, Garrett’s thumb caressed back and forth across my left nipple as we continued to kiss lovingly.

“You know, my pleasure wand is still feeling rather lonely,” Garrett said in a wanting voice.

“How can your wee-wee be lonely? Mine is lying right next to yours.”

“Well, as much as I enjoy having my tool parked next to yours, it’s just not the same as one of the more assertive carnal pleasures. And for your information, it is not ‘wee,’” he said.

“‘Wee-wee’ is a euphemism, a figure of speech, so to speak. I’ll see what I can do.”

After kissing him tenderly on the lips again, almost in slow motion, I kissed my way along his jaw, around the rim of his ear, and down his neck. Subtle kisses down the center of his hairless chest, followed by a zigzag pattern of kisses and licks through his lean abs which brought me to his navel and the start of his sexy little happy trail.

     Guess where that happy trail led?

After my tongue teased my way to the bottom of his happy trail, I kissed up his shaft from the base to his crown and back down again. After licking my way back up his shaft to his crown, I spent a couple of minutes teasing his banjo string with quick little licks.

     Yep! You are definitely not ‘wee.’

When Garrett started moaning with pleasure from my efforts, I got out of the hammock and stood up.

“What? Where are you going?” Garrett said in a panic.

“I thought we could go for a walk on the beach.”

“What? No! You can’t leave right in the middle of this! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Garrett’s level of assertiveness surprised me, so I said, “Well, I didn’t want to put you in an embarrassing situation.” Then I grabbed his hands and pulled him out of the hammock onto his feet and into my arms for a hug and another deep kiss.

With his lips against my ear, he asked with angst, “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you have this gorgeous full body tan going on.”

“Yeah, so?” He asked impatiently.

“If I continue pleasuring you, the tan on your wee-wee is going to fade more quickly than on the rest of you. Do you realize how funny you will look with this beautiful golden-bronze full body tan and a stark white joystick?” I asked.

“What?” He grumbled in exasperation, but it quickly transitioned into a full on belly laugh. “You’re so damn bizarre!”

“I know. That is the only reason you love me. Common Horny! Let’s go for a walk on the beach and get you some sun to restore your tool tan.”

“Are you really not going to finish what you started?” He queried with a smoldering level of irritation.

“Yeah, I’m going to finish it after we have walked for a bit. That sausage needs a little sea salt seasoning, and this it the perfect beach to get it.”

Garrett gave no response other than rolling his eyes and walking beside me.

We started walking nude across the soft white sand out to where the light surf was lapping at the beach. There were other people walking in both directions along the water’s edge, some clothed and some nude. We were still naked and holding hands, of course. After turning north up the beach, we passed two rather cute ladies walking south. I heard them giggle after we passed them, but we walked onward, passing multiple other beach goers in search of a less crowded area. Soon we met two guys, one college aged and the other much more seasoned, walking naked toward us.

Garrett and I were still holding hands as we walked, and it seemed to get their attention. The older of the guys said, “Very hot gents! Let us know if you need any company.” The younger guys said nothing, but his eyes seemed glued to Garrett. He was truly gorgeous, in a Greek Adonis sense.

“Thanks, but we are kind of on a mission. Maybe another time,” Garrett said politely and smiled at his admirer.

I was hoping we would reach a point on the beach where we were the only remaining inhabitants. Total privacy was kind of important to my plan. While no one cared about us walking naked, they probably would have had a problem if I started trying to suck his sun tan off right at their feet.

After another hundred yards, Garrett stopped walking and pulled me into a tight hug. He melted my heart as he kissed me so sensually, so tenderly, and so lovingly. People walking by applauded and cheered us on, but neither of us even acknowledged them.

“I love you, Ty. I love you more than any other human being walking this earth. Please know how important it is for me to know you understand how I feel,” Garrett said and kissed me tenderly again.

“I do, Garr! I do!”

He smiled and kissed me lovingly again. I could feel his manhood stretching out along the side of my leg. Then he took my hand and started walking up the beach again with his heavy cock swinging side to side like a pendulum. However, he didn’t hold my hand like we normally did with our fingers interlaced. Instead, he used his pointer finger and thumb to encircle my wrist. Then he caressed the palm of my hand with the remaining three fingers on his hand. No one had ever done that for me before. His recent kiss had made both of us about halfway aroused. And what he was doing to my hand was making certain my pride and joy would not go down anytime soon.

We walked close to two miles farther up the beach before we reached an area where we were consistently alone. This time, I was the one to stop our walk so we could kiss. Garrett wrapped his arms around my neck, and I cupped his beautiful tanned peach with my hands as we kissed. Besides the sensuality of his tantalizing lips against mine, his super sexy feet were standing partially on top of mine as we kissed. I was a little taller than he, so Garrett often compensated a bit by standing on top of my feet when we kissed.

My foot fetish was raging full blast again. Plus, we were both completely naked and over two miles from our nearest clothing. We were vulnerable, alone except for each other, and completely naked in our stunning full body tans. It was an eerie feeling and yet an incredibly erotic experience. And we both had responded to the excitement accordingly. With our missiles fueled and pointed toward the midday sun, we were ready for a blast off count down.

We kissed repeatedly and caressed each other’s sun kissed skin nonstop. I always felt on top of the world when Garrett was in my arms and I was in his. For me, his kiss was magical, and our love was infinite. The surf rushed in around our feet and reminded me of the surge of love I felt for Garrett with each beat of his heart against my chest.

Gently, I guided him down onto the firm sand just above the current surf surge line. I straddled him, then lay my chest upon his. Kissing him passionately, I said, “I love you, Garrett. I wanted to walk out here so we could be alone to make love together in this special place, Mother Nature’s paradise. I can’t even describe how hard it was for me to stop kissing and tongue-teasing you back on the lanai. And all the way out here, it was everything I could do to keep myself from taking you on the beach right in front of everyone. You definitely didn’t make it any easier by petting the palm of my hand with your fingertips the whole way. I love you. I love you. Garrett, I love you. I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.” Then I kissed him passionately again.

After our tongues jousted with each other for a bit, Garrett pushed me up enough to separate our lips and said, “You tortured me by getting me ready to bust my load and then deciding we needed to walk two miles up the beach, so I figured a little palm caress torture for you was the least I could do. I hope you liked it.”

“Yeah, I liked it. No, really and truly, I loved it,” I responded.

Then Garrett went unusually quiet for several minutes, just staring deep into my eyes. Finally, I realized something was bothering him, so I leaned in, kissed him tenderly, and said, “What’s going on with you, babe?”

“Ty, I spent my whole life trying to hide from my dad, so I wouldn’t get beaten up again. When I was in school, I would hear and see what other kids’ dads did with them, and I constantly wondered what was wrong with me.”

“Since I have been living with you and your parents, I finally see what life in a real family is supposed to be like. I’m so grateful to your parents for taking me in when Hank kicked me out. But even more important than everything else, I am so grateful you are a part of my life now. Ty, I love you beyond imagination. I have no idea where things are going in my world, but I desperately hope my future always includes our love for each other.” Then Garrett pulled me into another very passionate kiss.

This led to me kissing my way down Garrett’s chest and abs again. His tool caressed alongside of mine, then bounced across my ripped abs until it nestled against my breastbone. 

He was hard as granite as he throbbed and pulsed with anticipation. When I felt his manhood brush against the side of my cheek, I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my lips from his happy trail, grazed the side of his shaft tenderly, and teased the rim of his crown with featherlight sensuality. Garrett’s flaring crown was a deep red and swollen with engorged passion. His manly scent, with a hint of sweat from the heat of the sun, and a dash of sea salt from the ocean spray, wafted through my senses of smell and taste like an aphrodisiac, and I was just as hard as he was.

     Fuuuck! I love you so much!

Down his shaft, I moved with velvet-like tantalizing kisses until I reached his family jewels. All the way back up, I kissed the underside of his shaft until I reached his banjo string and crown. There, I used the ultralight touch of my hungry lower lip to tease him into a lecherous frenzy. Back down, I kissed until I could bathe his tool bag again with my lustful tongue. Then I licked my way back up his love wand, so I could licentiously torture his crown and banjo string all over again. With the agility of a frog snatching a fly, my tongue flashed out to steal away the marvelous drop of precum which had accumulated at Garrett’s slit.

Sliding up on him, I kissed his lips again with loving passion, then sat up and brought my hard, throbbing missile to bear so the underside of both his and mine were touching. Holding them in line to maintain our intimate contact, I started twerking my hips to make my rocket slide against his. Frottage was not my end game, but his heat against mine was unbelievably exhilarating.

The supple skin of my frenulum adapted intimately to his matching anatomy. We were both so aroused and excited by then, the sliding motion between us and the perfect friction we achieved was intense. Garrett’s shiver of pleasure rapidly became a quake of passion as a deep, wanton moan escaped from him.

Staring deeply into Garrett’s eyes, my heart swelled with the deep love I felt for him. His eyes, his incredible eyes, were swallowing me up, consuming me as if he was a carnivorous predator. Yet, I knew how much he loved me, and each glide of my sensual skin against his overwhelmed my world. I lost all sense of the world around me. The love we were making in the bright Florida sun on that sandy beach was blindingly enthralling.

When Garrett and I made love, we typically tried to edge each other to delay our crescendo as long as possible. That day, our passions and excitement were so intense I doubted I could edge us for very long, even just pursuing frot. Suddenly, as my hips twerked us together, I felt a bit of water from the surf hit my toes. The tide was rising, and the surf would soon disrupt our pleasure.

I wondered how much time we might have until I heard a startling sound. The breaking waves had almost drowned it out.

     Maybe I am hearing things. No, there it is again.

I looked to my right.

     Damn!

In the distance, maybe a hundred yards away, there were beachgoers walking our way, so I continued to twerk with no more pauses. As I focused on my efforts toward achieving our goal, I saw Garrett glance at the approaching uninvited guests. Regardless of how much time before the intruding audience arrived, I had no intention of losing the opportunity to share my love with Garrett on that beautiful beach.

Without breaking my rhythm, I leaned down and kissed Garrett passionately, finishing it up with a bit of tongue tango. When I finally pulled back during another thrust forward, my dick intimately engaging his, I saw Garrett’s eyes roll back.

I thought sure he was ready to bust his nut just as I registered two pairs of bare feet in the edge of my peripheral vision. Without looking up to see who they were, three thoughts flashed through my mind.

     You fucking voyeurs are going to watch us from that close?

     Fine, I hope you enjoy the show.

     Oh, fuck! I love you, Garrett!

As my ass muscles clenched tight, making the spheres of my peach rock hard and dimpled on the sides, the sensations during each thrust of my cock against Garrett’s tool overwhelmed me. Those sensations included the heat of his massive cock throbbing back against mine, the searing heat of the intense Florida sun on my back, the utter excitement of demonstrating our love before watchers seen only from the knees down to their provocative bare feet ladened with wet sand, and the intense squeeze of lightning bolts ricocheting from my dick and racing to lock my entire body in spasm.

Pupils no longer visible with his eyes rolled back in his head, Garrett’s entire body tensed rigid as a surfboard. Mere seconds later, his spunk spewed forth, leaving pearly white globs of love across the deep tan of his face, neck, chest, and abs. Seeing his fresh white pearl necklace was all I needed to succumb to the rhythmic full body spasms with him, squeezing out my own pearls of pleasure and exquisite mind-blowing surges beyond comprehension.

“Aaahhh, Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I screamed, as I rocked into our pleasure over and over again.

“Ohhh, fuck. That was so intense,” Garrett whispered before he pulled my lips against his for a sustained kiss.

Thick ropes of my spooge laid glistening stark white against his bronze tanned skin after launching unrestrained, arcing, and landing in nearly the same places his spunk had landed. With an enormous smile on his face, Garrett took ahold of me and continued to tease out one spasm after another while I sat straight up in his lap, enjoying the phenomenal bliss of our love. With my head tilted back as far as I could, my eyes closed, and my face gathering the bright sun like a sunflower, I howled as loud as I could as he teased out every drop of additional pleasure.

While the intense Florida sun blazed directly in his eyes, Garrett said, “Who the fuck are you guys?”

With my cock finally spent, I looked to see who had watched our public love performance. A high voltage smile spread across my face as I realized they were no longer watching us. Still next to us, their feet now faced each other as they kissed and tugged on each other’s cocks. But the body language between them was off.

     Fuck, I don’t care what kind of shit you have going on. 

I looked back at Garrett, leaned down, and dove into cleaning up our mess, one licentious lick at a time. I shared the fruit of our passion with Garrett in repeated deep, sensual kisses. When his bronze tan was clean again, Garrett sat up. Then he lifted me up onto my knees. Long after my spasms of ecstasy had stopped, Garrett teased my pleasure toy once more with a slow sucking sensual massage by his lips and tongue. He just enjoyed making me feel amazing, and I loved having him tantalizing my favorite toy.

With Garrett pleasuring my love wand, I got a good look at the two naked guys kissing and stroking each other, barely four feet from us. I had seen them before. Finally, recognition pried its way into my sex rattled brain. These were the two naked guys we had met as we walked along the beach in search of a perfect spot to sample nature.

I realized my earlier first read was accurate. One of this pair was not enjoying it. He was participating, but not by his own will. Both men were handsome and well built, but they were not equals. One was older by at least a decade, hairy enough to qualify as a bear, heavier than his younger friend by nearly 60 pounds of muscle, and displayed an evil glare that never completely disappeared, even when he smiled.

In contrast, the younger voyeur was smoothly hair free everywhere except for the fluffy mop of disheveled blond hair gracing his scalp. His beautiful bronze tan highlighted the lines of every gym sculpted muscle on his body. His dick wasn’t quite as big as Garrett’s, but his genes had blessed him favorably. I wondered if we measured whether he or I would win by a fraction of an inch. He would have made a perfect model for a Greek sculptor attempting to carve a mythological character.

The interactions between the two still puzzled me, so I looked down at Garrett to see if he had picked up on the discord between them. Suddenly, I heard the crack of skin against skin. Launching myself off of Garrett, I was on my feet before I heard the thump of the Greek god falling into the sand.

“You little bitch! Who do you think you are?” The bear growled.

“Maybe you should pick on someone your own size,” I said.

“Get up here, you little bitch, and suck my cock,” the bear said, ignoring me until I stepped between him and his target.

“Mind your own fucking business!” The bear growled.

“You imposed yourself into my world. I didn’t invade yours. But now that you are here, you need to realize that big assholes don’t get to pick on smaller people in my world.”

“Fuck you,” he growled and glanced away before throwing a roundhouse hook my way.

I stepped inside his punch and blasted his solar plexus with the heel of my hand, dropping him to the sand, gasping for air.

When I glanced back, Garrett was helping our new Greek model friend to his feet. The bear still lay gasping for air as Garrett helped the Greek brush the sand from his smooth physique. As they looked each other in the eye, to Garrett the Greek said, “Thank you.”

Garrett tenderly brushed his fingertips across his new friend’s reddening cheek and asked, “Are you, ok?”

I didn’t hear his answer as I turned my focus back to the bear crawling to his feet.

“You just made a huge fucking mistake, bitch,” he said to me.

“I’m not your bitch, and if this was a mistake, it wouldn’t be my first.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure it will be your last,” the bear growled.

In a quiet tone of voice, I said, “That sounds like a threat. Clearly, you don’t know who I am, or more importantly, who my friends are. Here is a little piece of advice. If you or your players bother my lover, my new friend, or me, you will soon learn what it is like to have a team of commandos crawling up your ass. Before they finish with you, there will be no doubt who is the one and only bitch in this equation. Now fucking disappear, before you can no longer walk. I won’t need any help to make that happen.” That was mostly a bluff, so I just hoped I was reasonably convincing.

The bear stared at me as if deciding whether to take me seriously, then before backing away, he looked at the Greek and growled, “Bitch!” 

Not wanting to turn my back on him, I waited until he was far down the beach and out of sight before turning to the smoothly sculpted guy in our midst and asked, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Sebastian.”

I smiled.

“Is that funny?” He asked defensively.

“When I first saw you, I immediately thought you looked like a Greek sculpture model, except for the blond hair. Now, I find your name is even of Greek origin.”

“My dad was Greek.”

“You said, was. What happened to him?”

“He ended up in debt to one of Carmelo’s thugs, which meant he was in debt to Carmelo. They compounded his debt to make sure he never got free. Carmelo said he committed suicide because he couldn’t pay. I don’t believe that. I think they killed him because he refused to keep paying. You shouldn’t have crossed Carmelo. He will have one of his goons kill you, and me, too.”

“Carmelo may be the boss, but he is nothing but a thug himself. Come on. Let’s walk back to where we are staying and get some ice for your cheek,” I said.

“Thank you for trying to help me, but I should go. The longer I am around you, the more at risk you will be.”

Then Garrett said, “Walk back with us. We will give you some shorts and a T-shirt to wear. Along the way, you can tell us why you were with him.”

By the time we reached the estate where Garrett and I were staying, Sebastian had explained how Carmelo had come to his father’s funeral to pay his respects. After the service, he pulled Sebastian aside and told him his father had killed himself because he owed Carmelo a lot of money. Then Carmelo told Sebastian he had to repay his father’s debt. Since Sebastian had no money to speak of, Carmelo insisted he repay the debt through service. When Sebastian refused, Carmelo promised him that his younger brother would do just fine, but he would have to work off double the debt. Sebastian realized he couldn’t win, so he acquiesced to Carmelo’s demands.

“I noticed your reluctance when he wanted you to have sex with him. It takes a lot of courage to sacrifice yourself, even to save your brother.”

“I have to protect my brother, and my mom, too. Besides, it isn’t the gay sex I detest. I’m gay, but doing things with Carmelo makes me want to puke.”

Sebastian donned the shorts and T-shirt quickly. He hugged both of us, then said, “Carmelo has mob connections. I don’t know any details, but he has ways of hurting people who cross him. You should leave as soon as possible.” Then Sebastian left, even though we begged him to stay and let us help him get free. 

As we watched him walk away, I said, “Garrett, he seems to have caught your eye.”

“What?” He said with his eyes still glued to Sebastian’s gorgeous ass as he walked away.

I said, “You get a boner every time you look at him, and now I have to find a new boyfriend.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Garrett said in a panicked voice.

“Oh, come on! Don’t deny that he turns you on.”

“Yeah, he does. Sebastian is gorgeous, but you are the man I love.”

“Yeah, that is what I thought until about an hour ago when we met Sebastian.” I was kidding, but Garrett didn’t see that at first.

Garrett took my hand and said, “Come here, babe. Let me show you who I love.”

Then he guided me to sit in a hanging pod chair big enough for two, which looked out over the beach and the rising tide. Since the golden hour was approaching, the volume of beach walkers had multiplied, and we were in full view. At least they weren’t standing right next to us.

He pressed me back against the chair and straddled my lap with his massive Sebastian inspired boner pressed against my cock. Next, he brushed his lips intimately across mine as the warm, low sun beat down on his back. I remember lying there enjoying the crashing sound of each wave a few yards away and the subsequent quiet pause as the surf rushed up the sand before the next wave crashed. I reveled in the ocean's rhythm, the pulse of the world, and the heartbeat of the man I loved beyond all others.

After lying in each other’s arms in a tangle of nakedness and kissing for a bit while the ocean breeze swayed our hanging chair, Garrett started kissing his way along my jaw toward my ear. Following multiple licks of the rim of my ear, his tongue danced down across my collarbone, making a beeline for my left nipple.

The tongue swirls he delivered to my nipple had me biting my lip as my dick surged harder and harder. Before I knew it, his wonderful tongue slithered through each of the grooves in my ripped abs while his sensuous lips tenderly kissed along the crest of each ab muscle.

     Ohhh, Fuuuck!

Garrett slid off the chair onto his knees as his tongue teased its way down through the thin strip of hair marking my happy trail. I shivered with excitement as he descended along that magic pathway. My throbbing cock slid along the side of his face with my banjo string kissing his cheek all the way. Next, Garrett sucked my right nut into his mouth, washing it, warming it, massaging it, and loving it before he moved on to do the same on my left.

As my second nut slipped free of his beautiful lips, Garrett’s adventurous tongue teased its way from the base of my shaft all the way to the rim of my crown. After multiple teasing flicks to the most sensitive nerves in my body, his tongue dropped to the base for another tantalizing lick up my shaft. 

Lick after serpentine lick up my shaft teased my emotions and the physiologic excitement of my boy toy closer and closer to the edge of busting. I tilted my head back, savoring the moment and savoring his love.

I could hear the voices of some people walking by on the beach and realized some of them had to be watching us. That exhibitionist thrill rushed through me as the sound of waves crashing rhythmically blurred with the sensation of Garrett’s talented tongue dancing its way up my shaft.

Only this time, after dancing another little jig on the split in my crown rim, Garrett’s tongue swirled around my crown several times before his beautiful lips slipped over the tip of my spear and consumed every inch of me.

“Ohhh, Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed as my essence flooded deep in his throat.

The End

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Thank you for reading with me. I hope you enjoyed this short story as much as I enjoyed remembering my fantasies and adventures from the past and writing about them. I have revised the ending from the first release to accommodate  another short story sequel, Sunset Pleasures, which will soon follow. Both are spinoffs from the Abs Lust Desire Series. My other works are easy to find with a search for my name.

Thanks,

Ty Debauchee