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By Anon NixPixer (c) 1990

The sun felt good on Scott's body. God, he really hated the life he'd been leading, and he wished this vacation could last forever. Going to St Thomas had been the best idea he had ever had and Scott was not normally prone to discredit his own ideas. Well, they could all go to hell back there in Kansas City. Especially Bill. Bill took him for granted and acted as if he owned him. The only time he really made an effort was when he was horny and wanted to fuck Scott's ass, and Scott was sick of it.
Before leaving he had purchased one of the really briefest French cut swimsuits he had ever dared to buy, and spent weeks working at getting in shape to wear it. Now, on the pure white sand beach with the sun shining down in the azure Caribbean sky, with the ocean a wonderful shade of green, even it somehow seemed to be too conservative.
Walking further down the beach, he suddenly realized that he had left the crowded public area, and he had reached a less developed and less tended stretch. The sand was the same warm sugar on his feet, and the sky and ocean still went on for what seemed to be an infinity, but it all seemed somehow more private, more his own.
Suddenly the thought occurred to him that he was thousands of miles from home, with no one to answer to, and no one to please but himself. Damn, it felt good!Good as the sun, and the sand and the slight warm breeze. Scott smiled, and grinned to himself, his pixyish face switching to happiness that had all too frequently of late been absent.
Almost without thinking, he spread out his towel, pulled off his suit with one motion, and lay on his back in the warm pillow of the beach.
"Guess I'm getting daring in my old age," he thought. At 28, that hardly seemed to be a determining factor, but the thought amused him as it went through his head in a lazy circle. The warm breeze and the sound of the surf was a hypnotic, and his tan, naked body absorbed it through every pore, it seemed. "Yeah," he thought, "to hell with all of them."
Scott had only lain there for a brief period when he suddenly realized that the warmth and stillness and softness were easing him into on odd type of slow arousal, unlike any he had ever experienced.
His hands moved to his breasts and softly caressed them, the fingertips brushing his nipples and causing them to harden and tighten at the same time that his dick and balls began their familiar yearning ache.
Faster now, the movements of his hands on his breasts became a rhythmic massage and one hand removed itself to his dick, spreading the legs wide and caressing his balls. "Oh, God," he thought, "This is so good." The only thought in his mind was a picture of a well hung MUKC College stud he had dated but never bedded, implanted for all time as a fantasy picture for when he masturbated, or when that was the only way to get it arousal for Bill.
What he would give for that college hard cock right now, he thought as his hands continued their orbit of his erogenous zones!
Suddenly, the stillness was broken by an almost imperceptible sign, a breath of air as if taken in surprise. Starting up, Scott saw a young native man, maybe 25, standing ten feet away, his hands on a scuba outfit. He was tall for a native, tanned and muscular, with cutoff jeans that did nothing to hide his natural endowments. The obviously welcome sight of Scott stroking himself to ecstasy did nothing to conceal the size of his cock, either, and it now threatened to strain the front of his cutoffs to bursting.
"Thank you, God!" Scott said. Surveying the situation slowly and smiling a slow smile, Scott repositioned himself slightly so that his audience could get a better view of his exposed dick and balls. Then he slowly resumed his actions of the moment before, all the while continuing to watch his guest's eyes and face.
The guest's expression went from bewilderment, to delight, to rapt attention in the space of a few seconds. Then, smiling back knowingly, he dropped his gear, and eased down his cut-offs.
Scott was quite unprepared for the sight of the huge cock, which now sprang free of its entanglements and amazingly seemed to grow even more in its freedom. Sighing, Scott spread his legs further and put both hands between his legs, so as to feel his big balls and cock better.
The stranger fairly sprang to Scott's feet, and dropping to his knees, he spread his thighs apart with his rough fisherman's hands and pushed his face into his dick and balls. "Eat me, eat me!" whimpered Scott, not knowing or caring if this vision spoke or understood English.
The stranger pushed his tongue far into Scott's ass, carefully licking and sucking every inch of it. He nibbled at Scott and playfully pulled and sucked with his lips and pushed it with his tongue. Scott felt that if he came now he would die, so powerful was his state of arousal. His ass jerked spasmodically with the pressure of the man's tongue.
Without warning, the man stopped, looked up at Scott and into his eyes, then in one smooth motion, he raised himself from his task, put his hands on Scott's knees to spread them till he felt his hips would break, and thrust his hard cock into his tight, wet ass (that he had been eating). Scott gave a little grunt of satisfaction and pleasure and then the two of them as if on cue began to pump each other back and forth. Scott wrapped his legs around the man's waist, and pulled their faces together, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of her own cock juice.
Deeper and deeper his cock went, to places Scott had never been penetrated before, tremors of pleasure, lust and desire building with every stroke.
As the speed and depth of the strokes increased to a level Scott could only dimly perceive in his uncontrolled passion, Scott felt rather than heard the man's groan of satisfaction and felt the hot, wet cum flooding into his ass and he too felt himself cumming as never before, deeply, fully and with his whole body and spirit.
Later, the two of them, still strangers, lay dreamily on the beach, naked and sated. Scott was cradled in the sleeping fisherman's arms and thought, "Yeah, to hell with all of them!"