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

He continued to fuck him hard, heaving and thrusting, each motion penetratingly deep and angrily powerful. Paolo’s pliant ass just took it all, every inch and every forceful plunge; he cried and cried out more with delicious ecstasy, wild sounds that only urged Rich to pound him practically into the softness of the bed. Sweat poured from his brow, stinging his eyes, dripping onto his chest, rivulets streaming down the thick hair, and still he fucked, fucked, fucked, his grunts threatening to shake the walls.

“Oh, yes, yes…Rich, more, more…don’t ever stop….”

Rich didn’t want to stop but his body was reaching an undeniable crescendo, and he knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before a fierce orgasm ripped through him. The pounding continued, though, more, more, a loud grunt signaling he was near, just as Paolo begged, more, more, more…and finally Rich’s cock twitched violently, the head growing as the pressure built, built, built…and exploded.

“Aaaaahhh,” Rich screamed, his hips still grinding against Paolo’s sweaty ass, his cock still pumping out gobs of come into the tip of the condom.

At last his orgasm subsided, and while sucking in a lungful of air, Rich pulled out and fell onto his back. Paolo, grinning and smiling, climbed onto Rich, straddling his still hard cock. Paolo’s own cock was hard, leaking pre-cum, and Rich knew it wouldn’t take his neighbor long to get off. Still, Paolo lowered himself onto Rich’s cock, lifted, lowered, slowly at first and then faster, faster still. Bouncing up and down on that hard cock, Paolo stroked himself with one hand, the other he used to play with Rich’s chest. He grabbed at the thick fur, stroked harder and faster and with wild intensity while he rode Rich’s great cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he panted, “fuck me hard, let me ride your thick cock, pound me you furry beast.”

“Yeah, you like it all, yeah, that’s it Paolo, grab that hairy chest of mine, I need to see you come all over it, yeah, harder, harder…”

Just then Paolo’s body froze and then his cock erupted with ropey coils of come. They shot through the air, white splotches landing on the dark fur of Rich’s chest. Paolo didn’t stop, he kept stroking until every last drop leaked out.

“Christ, that was amazing…thank you, Rich. My ass…I’m gonna be so sore…but it was so worth it,” Paolo said, rising up on the bed, freeing Rich’s cock from its hold.

Rich said nothing, he just stood up and went into the bathroom, where he unrolled the condom and dropped it into the toilet. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his face florid from sex, his chest hair dripping with come, his cock beginning to wilt. Shit, he needed a shower, but even so, he knew the water would only wash away the remains of the sex, not the memories and certainly not the guilt.

The time was nearing six o’clock and Rich wasn’t home yet; he hadn’t even phoned to say he was going to be late, and of course that got Marc thinking, worrying. Had Rich’s wandering eye gotten him in trouble again, or was it as easily explained as something having to do with this mess with Danvers Converse? He contemplated calling him, but then thought better of it. He felt he’d been living in Rich’s shadow for too long, depending upon on him for everything. Given his meeting today with Lauren at the gallery, he should be concentrating on his own life. It was the only one he could control.

He contemplated going for a mind-clearing jog, but then decided he didn’t have the energy for it. Instead, with a glass of wine in one hand and the history book of Wonderland in the other, he went outside and ambled down the rocky bluff, content to settle on the sandy beach, contemplate the world before him, and see if he could uncover something more about the Saunders family. Peeling off his shirt, he felt the cool breeze off the ocean tickle him. It felt good, and so he stretched out on the sand and let the strong sun soak into his skin.

It wasn’t long before Marc realized he wasn’t alone on the beach. In the distance he could see a runner approaching fast.

Disappointment washed over him. He didn’t want to be disturbed, preferring to keep this rare, peaceful moment to himself and him alone.

Turn around, turn around, he urged the intruder, wishing he would disappear into the ether. No such luck. In fact, luck was as far from the Eldon Court beach as it could be. Because Marc’s visitor was none other than Parker St. John, dressed in running shorts and a sweat-drenched T-shirt.

“Oh, look who it is, the boyfriend,” he said. “What’s your name…Mike? Mac?”

“Marc.”

“Ah, yes. Marc with a C.”

“Something tells me you already knew it,” Marc said. “You don’t have to play games with me. All your moves are obvious. A deaf-mute would recognize them.”

“What a clever tongue you have,” Parker said, lifting his muscle

T-shirt to wipe away the sweat from his brow. Marc couldn’t help but notice the thick brown hair which covered the man’s stomach, an impressive trail that branched out across flat abs. Marc quickly looked away, thinking his gaze had lingered too long and that Parker had picked up on it.

“Yes, my moves are quite predictable, aren’t they,” Parker said, smiling, pulling his shirt off, wiping sweat from his brow.

Marc couldn’t help but look at his chest, so hairy and thick, confirming this was the same guy Paolo had been sucking on the beach the other night. What, was Parker expecting that it was Marc’s turn now? Was this his move, taking his shirt off the opening salvo for getting his cock sucked?

“But then again, Marc, you’re obvious, too, in your likes. You like now what you see.”

“I’ve never cheated on Rich, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Please, playful touching is hardly cheating,” he said, running his own hands though his sweaty mat. “Go ahead, give my chest a feel.”

Marc shook his