Back at the hotel, disappointed as hell. Nothing went my way. Crashed early, horny and restless. Jerked off reliving the day, imagining control. Shot my load, sheets sticky, finally slept.
Woke up raging hard. One last dune run. This time, go all in. If a hot guy wants my virgin ass, fuck it – let him pound me.
The Awakening: Surrendering to Forbidden Cravings
Noon, sky darkens. Weather fucks me again. Four training days left. Friday maybe? We’ll see.
Monday, trainer moto-wrecked. No replacement. Boss calls: Nimes branch gig instead of Paris. Easy shit, done by noon. Afternoons free for dunes four weeks. Thank that crash!
Sainte-Marie dunes, Monday pm. Low visibility, just your hollow. Naked everywhere – dudes, chicks, couples. Strip bare, cock twitching, wait.
Two guys side by side. Towel down 40m off. Watch. Nothing. Fake walk away, return. One stroking the other. Then blowjob. Creep closer. Hour wasted: ‘Fuck off!’
Pissed, stroll on. Crowd’s thick – holiday vibes. Spot couple: bronzed Helvia, plump face, killer smile, 95D tits sun-kissed, perky. Tall blond hunk towers her.
Stare her rack, bi urges gone. They close in. ‘Hi! Looking for fun? We can arrange.’ Her necklace spells Helvia. ‘Nah, waiting someone.’ Idiot! They split. Yell back? No. Vow no more chickenshit. Almost bail.
Next hollow: solo dude. Lean build, not too hairy. Asian vibe, hot. Towel nearby. He spots me, strokes lazy. Smile. I match, hard. Approach. Grab his dark shaft – stiff, pre-cum bead. Tongue flick. He digs it. Lap like cat. Lips seal, slide foreskin.
Full suck, my dick throbs ignored. Take charge: 69 pivot. He sucks okay, selfish. Pull off. ‘Make you cum?’ Nods. ‘Deepthroat?’ Shakes no. ‘Jerk?’ Points my ass!
The Act: Raw Ecstasy Without Limits
Heart pounds. Here for this? Condom ready. Doggy, legs spread. Tongue rims – electric shiver, goosebumps. Fingers stretch. Gland presses. Tight as fuck. Push, relax. Pops in – burn! He thrusts deep. Pain melts to dirty bliss. Grips hips, pistons. Waves crash, too good! Knew nothing like it. He grunts, unloads, pulls out smiling. Gone. Me? Blue-balled.
Eyes on us: couple, 5m back. His cock raging. ‘Three-way? No waiting now?’ Nod eager.
Helvia bosses: ‘Lick my tits gentle, both!’ Loves bf sucking dick, him ass-fucked hotter. I prefer giving head, but roll. Blond gobbles me – pro level, way better. Slow him or bust. He bends ass-up. Tight pucker. Condom on. Rim sloppy, finger probe. Helvia behind, pinches nips – surge! Thrust miss, retry. In! Slow fuck, measure strokes. He growls ‘Fuck yeah!’
Edge hits. ‘Cum my tits quick!’ Rip off, spray ropes. He tongue-kisses thanks – meh, but okay.
‘Your turn!’ Helvia spreads. He slams savage, bodies flush red-hot. Five mins, mutual explosion. Drenched thighs – sweat, juice, cum.
Exhausted. ‘Gotta piss bad. Want?’ Shock. He gulps hers squatting face. ‘Drop left?’ ‘One.’ Head down, mouth open. Warm beer tang. Swallow. Addictive.
‘Thanks!’ ‘Us too – fantasy nailed!’ Hands voucher: 300 francs restaurant.
Beach exit. Weird invite. Solo table. Voice familiar: Helvia waitress. Night’s young, hunger builds – for food, more.