This time off from Sabrina was getting better and better.
"Help me out, baby," Clay said. "I started giving up on getting a nut while down here."
"Well, we're glad you didn't do that, right," I asked as he pulled down his shorts. "I'm always a willing mouth, if I'm around."
"What about a willing ass," he added as that cock flopped out.
I laughed, remembering what Rambo and Tommy did to me earlier during our threesome. My hole twitched in a sore status, as they gave it a good sticking and I wasn't necessarily ready for another round right then.
"I'm really appreciating this," he said as he walked closer to me.
Clay, a dental surgeon, was a white haired, white guy in his mid 50s to early 60s I caught jogging on the beach in the wee hours. After the threesome earlier, Tommy, Clarence and I left for the bar, deciding to hang out at a spot in Kitty Hawk, but had a couple of rounds before we decided collectively to roll. I got a couple of numbers, and so did the guys before we hopped an Uber back to the house. They went to bed immediately, but I wasn't tired, so I ended up grabbing my beach chair and finding a spot on the beach illuminated by the moon and stars.
"Peace," I said to myself as there wasn't a soul around for meters it seemed.
I sat with my feet in the sand as I was one with the Earth, enjoying the scent of the salty water and the pounding of night time waves for a brief moment, then I heard someone's footsteps pounding the sand. I also heard panting, and I turned to see Clay, a slender, nicely toned white man donning a loose tank top and short shorts while jogging near the surf. He was looking downward while breathing hard, looking up to see me a few feet away, staring at him before he started smiling. You wouldn't need night vision goggles to see that cock bouncing in those shorts, his phallus drooping so freely as I watched him run past me, and got a glimpse of his firm ass that was just as appealing. I saw the back of his muscular legs as he ran off in the distance towards the pier, and I thought wouldn't return, only to come back 10 minutes later walking, sweaty and panting still.
"First time actually seeing someone out here this late," he said.
That was the conversation starter as he sat beside me, the two of us just having random discussion as two strangers, with one thing on our mind.
"You here alone," he asked.
"My buddies are back in the house we're living in," I told him as he rubbed my foot.
We both knew what we wanted, cruising at 2 a.m. on the shore as no one else could see us, so we ended up under the pier, with no one to hear or see what was about to happen as I was sitting in my beach chair while he came out of his clothes.
"Hey, I got a surprise for ya. Open your mouth," he said as he unleashed what felt like a liter of piss.
I drank every ounce of the hot juice, loving the taste, the texture, the overall idea of me ingesting another man's waste as I would partake in watersports from time to time.
"There ya go, buddy," said the sexy surgeon.
