Desperate Lovers by Adam Carpenter (good beach reads TXT) 📕

The night could not have been more perfect. Moonlight

shimmered over the water, and the waves crashed like nature’s symphony.

His senses were alerted to a noticeable odor, and it did not come from the ocean. He knew it immediately—someone was smoking a joint. The bitter fragrance wafted through the air from behind that boulder which a few weeks ago had nearly crushed Jack and Edgar. Slowing his pace so as not to surprise whoever else was on the beach, he soon discovered he had no cause for such surreptitious behavior. The smoker wasn’t alone, and he wasn’t really attuned to his surroundings anyway. His head thrown back, smoke willowing above him, all Marc could make out was that he was naked—and had a hot body. His muscled arms were pronounced and hairy, and a rich blanket of dark hair covered his chest as well. Marc’s heart skipped a beat as he realized that, with all that thick fur, the man could have been Rich.

Another man was splayed between the man’s legs, and his head was bobbing up, bobbing down with deep, slurping enthusiasm. Gentle moans filled the quiet night.

“Yeah, suck my thick one,” said the man being pleasured. Eyes closed, he took a long drag on the joint, held the smoke in his lungs until finally releasing it in a puffy cloud. Marc didn’t know the voice, and that was a good thing. That meant the hairy beast wasn’t Rich.

“Christ, you’re huge,” said the man doing the sucking, looking up.

“Really big.”

“Just take it. Open up and take every thick inch.”

Marc realized he knew the sucker. It was Paolo. He watched with a sense of detachment as the man on the beach shoved Paolo’s head back down into his crotch, and the eager sucking continued. Marc would hate to be discovered watching them, and so he backed up silently, thankful for the softness of the sand and the overpowering sound of the waves crashing.

Not even his shadow remained. As he made his way back up the rocky path, he heard, “Yeah, that’s it, that’s it…now, suck me harder…aaahhh.”

The man had clearly just shot his load, his cry echoing off the rocky bluff. Despite how he’d felt about invading their privacy, Marc’s cock hardened. Voyeurism wasn’t his thing, but still, he was human—and gay. Turned on by the idea of having his cock sucked, he picked up his pace and ran more than jogged the remainder of the way back to his house.

He felt a slick coating of sweat covering his smooth body, and he had to wonder if it was a result of his exercise or the heat of desire flooding his body.

He bounded through the front door, only to discover that Rich

hadn’t moved a bit. He was still engrossed in the book, and he barely looked up. Marc felt the pressure of his hard-on against his tight shorts and he figured there was only one thing to do: free his cock. He slid the shorts off, followed by shirt and sneakers. He took his naked self into the kitchen, poured two glasses of Chardonnay, and then brought them into the living room. Feeling a bit naughty, Marc dipped his hard cock into the wine glass, coating the head with the oaky liquor.

“Some wine?” he asked Rich, his voice seductive.

Just then Rich looked up. “What the hell…”

“Don’t ask. Just take it…take it all,” he said, virtually mirroring what he’d just witnessed down on the beach.

“Marc, really…”

Marc moved forward, straddling his lover, his cock still pointed directly at Rich’s mouth. He waited a beat, watched as the book slid off Rich’s lap. Just then his lover pulled him closer, his big hands caressing his thighs, cupping his tight bubble butt. Then he opened his mouth and took Marc’s cock inside, pubic hair meshing against his face. Rich sucked, suckled, in and out, in and out, picking up steam with each energetic motion. Marc felt himself growing bigger as Rich’s fingers slid up his ass, stretching him. God, he knew just what to do…where to touch him. It wasn’t going to take long…

But it was. Because Rich pulled the cock out of his mouth, said,

“Turn around, now.” Doing as requested, Marc pushed his ass cheeks up against Rich’s face, felt the first lick of his tongue. It was cool to the touch, and Marc realized Rich had taken a drink from the wine. Fuck, that felt amazing…just perfect. As his tongue probed deeper into his ass, Marc reached down and began to undo the knotted tie, the buttons of his dress shirt. At last Rich’s chest was exposed, the hair as dark and thick as that furry guy down on the beach. Marc knew he was close…so close… “….aaaahhhh,” he cried out, watching as bursts of thick, ropey come shot from his cock and splattered all over Rich’s dark chest hair. He rubbed his cock, more, again, waiting for every drop to escape from inside him. Panting with sudden exertion, he turned and planted a kiss on Rich’s lips.

“Geez, I should read more often,” Rich said. “Didn’t know books made you so jealous.”

“Well, let that be a lesson to you,” Marc said, smiling and settling in on the sofa next to his lover. “So, before I drag you upstairs where you can fuck me hard till morning, why don’t you tell me what that little book is about, and why it’s got you so curious.”

Rich drank from his wine glass, setting it down before continuing.

“Well, it’s fascinating, really,” he said, picking up the book. He flipped open the first page, where a chapter heading read The Settling of Wonderland. In his rich baritone, Rich began to read the story of a young man named Drew Saunders, and of his partner, Aidan Turner, and how

they had left behind a scandal back east, only to come together in California.

“I bet they came together,” Marc said, jokingly.

“No joke. Marc, it’s more than intimated that they were lovers.

Together, they settled Wonderland. In fact, they lived right here, on the land that