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“Let’s go, Ryan! It’s a private cottage, and nobody will be around on the beach for at least a quarter-mile in each direction.” Nicolas tugged hard at my wrist.
Minutes earlier, we arrived at our cozy vacation cottage on a secluded Atlantic Ocean beach. After our whirlwind courtship, a near scandal, and multiple heated nights of intense, passionate sex in his studio, we skipped town for a vacation in North Carolina. It was late summer, and the air outside was muggy and warm. The artist, Nicolas Fairfax, was eager for a naked roll with me in the surf.
I had neither reasons nor options for saying no. As if I would even consider it for a response. I stumbled out the cottage’s door onto the wood plank deck and followed at Nicolas’ heels.
“Naked, Sir? Are you sure there’s nobody around? I don’t want to spend the night in a local jail for indecent exposure. “
Dusk settled in with streaks of deep purple still coloring the sky. I was throbbing in my jeans, but the buttoned-up part of my mind still hesitated.
Nicolas shouted as he marched me down the steps to the beach. “Just like From Here to Eternity. You have seen From Here to Eternity, haven’t you? Every gay man worth his salt has seen the flick. Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr rolling in the surf—except we’re going to do it in the nude.”
We hit the sand, and Nicolas dropped my hand. He began to shuck off his clothes—the sneakers came first and then his threadbare jeans. He’d boarded the plane commando.
Thank God the TSA didn’t need to search Nicolas for anything. I gaped at his naked body from behind—those broad, muscular shoulders and the cleft in his firm, round ass. My heart thundered in my chest with carnal lust.
The voices in my head assaulted me. What the hell? How often do you get to be nailed by the man you love in rolling surf? Why hesitate? My opportunities for a naked roll on the beach had numbered zero so far. At age 28, love hadn’t taken a wrecking ball to the walls around my heart until I met Nicolas.
My lover and Master was already thigh-deep in the waves, splashing with his hands. He turned back toward the beach and shouted, “It’s so fucking warm. Strip down now and get that naked ass out here.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tugged at my canvas sneakers and tossed them on the sand next to Nicolas’ Chuck Taylor high-tops. While I busied myself unbuttoning my beach shirt, I heard Nicolas laugh loud above the sound of the surf.
“Better hurry up, boy, or I’m going to tear that expensive shirt off your back.” Nicolas splashed at the waves again and then rubbed his bald head, letting the water trickle down his cheeks.
“Okay, Sir, I’m coming. Hang on.” The shirt was gone, and I wriggled out of my jeans. I pulled the boxers down at the same time with a mighty yank. My half-hard cock popped free, and I glanced both ways up and down the beach to make sure we were still alone.
When the last stitch of clothing landed on the sand, Nicolas jogged out of the water toward me. His thick cock was pulsing and erect, dribbling saltwater across the beach.
Nicolas grabbed me and crushed our bodies together. Our lips pressed hard together, and he penetrated my mouth with a serpentine tongue. Fortunately, he held me tight in his arms. Otherwise, I would have melted into a puddle on the sand.
After a quick jerk of my cock, Nicolas turned toward the water, his arm wrapped around my back, and we jogged to the waves. He wrapped one leg around mine and cut my knee out from under me.
We both tumbled to the sand, and somehow Nicolas caught me midway through my awkward crash. An unexpected wave swept over us, and I rolled over onto my back, sputtering and spitting out saltwater.
Nicolas planted another firm kiss on my mouth, and then he peered down at me with his azure blue eyes. He laughed out loud again before gripping me around the waist and rolling us sideways in the surf. The roll was uncoordinated, but I pretended it was just like in the movie.
Of course, powerful, virile Nicolas would be Burt Lancaster. That left me to be Deborah Kerr, but I decided my head would produce its own unique edit of From Here To Eternity with Burt Lancaster tumbling in the waves with Montgomery Clift.
Nicolas finally came to a rest on his side with me lying flat on my back. He stared down at me as another wave swept over my chest. It barely missed flooding my face with another mouthful of seawater. We both laughed, and I shook my head like a wet dog spraying the seawater in his face.
Nicolas pinched my nipple and said, “Three months ago, would you have believed this? I think fucking fairy tales do happen. Count me a believer now. “We locked our lips tight again, and then I pushed my way upward across the sand to try and escape the assault of the next errant wave.
I smiled up at my lover and said, “I quit predicting the future after our first kiss.”
“It will be anything but predictable, but it’s all going to be good.” Nicolas slid his nimble fingers slowly down over my chest and belly, then let them fall between my legs. I was rock hard for him and gasping for breath. “Have you ever been fucked outdoors?”
I shook my wet hair and spoke softly. The short word caught in my throat. “No.”
“Then cross it off your bucket list, boy.” Nicolas pushed me over onto my belly and wrapped his burly arms around my hips. He pulled my thin frame up to all fours. My entire body shuddered in anticipation.
On our first date, I gave Nicolas a blow job around the corner from a busy building downtown. The experience was both terrifying and intoxicating. On the beach in North Carolina, my nerves were still on full alert without the comforting privacy of being indoors, but my fear was gone. It no longer lapped at my spine. Instead, I belonged to Nicolas. He was my Master, and I trusted him implicitly.
Nicolas spat into his hand and readied me for the impending penetration. Spit is not much in the way of lube, and I knew it would hurt, but my mind surrendered to the raw intimacy of the moment.
Nicolas’ right arm wrapped tight around my slim waist, and the pressure of his thick cock pushed hard against my hole. He leaned across my back and grunted into my ear. I tensed, pushing out to let him inside.
I howled like a wild animal when Nicolas popped past my ring. He growled in my ear. “Oh, shit—I love you!”
