I woke up that morning hot and hard needing to take myself in hand, aching for a big release of joy-juice... I had dreams of the man on the beach again... dreamed of his tall strong body naked, squeezing and stroking the man’s demanding fiery rod…until …
The sexy man on the beach was a mystery, he still is a mystery in many ways…but now, he’s my mystery and I have a lifetime to solve him…maybe to have him, or just dream of having him…over and over again…dreaming of having him over and over…
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The first time I saw him, he was just a dim figure in the distance. He was walking on the sparkling white sand of the Great Lake. A tall stranger strolling thoughtfully along the blue waters edge on a summer July afternoon. He seemed in no hurry as lake breeze stroked his lean body and the gentle surf washed in and out on the beach tickling his naked toes. The sun was behind him and he was a dark intriguing silhouette, that caught my gaze like a momentary mirage.
