Last night, Marshall and Lee and a few of their friends went to a nude beach on St. John Island, in the Virgin Islands. The fun continues in this week's episode, tune in to find out who gets nude lol Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
At first the six men swam together, laughing and enjoying
the beautiful clear blue water. They’d brought a Frisbie which they tossed
about and tried to catch. But gradually each couple’s attention turned more toward each other, and touches became
more intimate, kisses longer. Everyone returned to the beach to dry off. Denver
and Dustin announced their intentions of exploring the next beach over—Honeymoon
Beach it was called—and said they’d be sure to be gone for at least an hour.
Maybe two.
Marshall and Lee found a shady niche to themselves beneath a
small cluster of palm trees while Roger and Kenny made themselves scarce just
around a slight bend. Now they were alone, for all intents and purposes,
beneath a gorgeous tropical sky.
Lee reclined on one of their beach towels while Marshall
stood just above him, shaking the water from his long hair, which he had left
loose today.
“Come down here,” Lee growled in a throaty voice, and
Marshall didn’t hesitate to drop to his knees beside him. Lee pulled him into
his arms and their lips meshed in a long hard kiss. By the time they came up
for air, they were both hard.
“Ready to make this a real nude beach?” Lee asked. The words
had barely left his mouth when Marshall divested himself of his wet suit and
hung it to dry on one of the palms. Lee quickly stripped as well, placing his
suit beside Marshall’s, before they tumbled back onto the generous beach towel,
entwined in one another, mouths fused hungrily.
There was a chance that people could pass by this beach in sightseeing
boats or kayaks or even paddleboards, but that was a risk they were willing to
take. In the meantime, this was Paradise, and they could pretend it was just
for them, and that no one else existed.
They kissed for a good long time, allowing hands and fingers
the freedom of exploration. Touching, feeling, loving every place that could be
reached. Tongues tangled and danced in familiar patterns as flames of desire
were kindled and fanned, but not so high that they burnt themselves out.
Finally, Lee drew back, panting slightly. “On your hands and
knees,” he commanded, moving to give Marshall the space to obey, which he did
with alacrity. Marshall never looked back to see what Lee was doing. He knew
he’d find out soon enough, and he shivered in anticipation.
Then he felt Lee’s tongue cross the sole of his foot. The
sensation tickled, but in a sensuous way. Lee began to travel along Marshall’s
leg, kissing and licking as he went. He hoped Lee was headed toward where he
thought he was, and sure enough, once Lee’s tongue had taken a leisurely stroll
along Marshall’s cheeks, he spread the flesh with his fingers and licked across
Marshall’s hole.
Marshall couldn’t help but moan at Lee’s most intimate
touch. His entire body tingled with pleasure, and he knew there was more to
come.
Lee reached between Marshall’s legs and grasped his weeping
cock. Marshall knew without asking what he was doing—wetting his fingers for
entry. Sure enough, moments later, he’d embedded one finger inside Marshall’s
ass.
Marshall gasped in sheer pleasure, and Lee took that as a
sign to add a second finger. He angled his attack and pegged Marshall’s bundle
of nerves. Marshall yelped and Lee did it again, every time causing Marshall to
jump and his cock to leak pre-cum onto the towel beneath them.
“Hell yes,” Marshall said. He wriggled his ass in
encouragement.
“Tell me what you want,” Lee said in a lust-laden voice.
“You. Inside me,” Marshall said without hesitation.
to be continued
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