The twink is on his knees in the sand with the other guy’s cock in his mouth. They’re far enough from the main beach that nobody’s walking by, but you can still hear waves and distant music from somewhere. He bobs his head slow, one hand gripping the base.
After a while he stands up, turns around, and bends over a piece of driftwood. The top spits in his hand and slides in raw. The twink grabs the wood and holds on. Sand sticks to his knees. The top fucks him steady, hands on his waist, pulling him back each time.
They switch positions once — the twink on his back now, legs in the air, sand everywhere. Neither of them cares about the mess. The top slows down at one point to adjust his footing, then picks right back up where he left off.
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