Rain Check

Later, spent from his third ejaculation, Parker was sitting in Gabe’s lap in the middle of Gabe’s bed next to a large window overlooking the never-ending lapping of the surf onto the beach. Gabe’s legs were stretched out behind Parker, and Parker’s torso was cantilevered back, supported by Gabe’s strong hands on his waist. Parker’s legs were wrapped around the small of Gabe’s back, holding the black giant’s cock inside Parker to the root. Parker’s head was thrown back, his eyes focused on the ceiling of the bedroom, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his arms dangling at his side. Gabe was gently moving his hips, having taken up the rhythm of the sound of the waves rolling up on the shore, pulling slightly out during the sucking sound of the waves pulling back off the beach, and then pushing in again with the return of the waves.

Parker’s softening cock was nestled in gobs of his white cum dotting Gabe’s flat belly. Parker marveled at the gentle, yet total ways in which Gabe had taken him. Not the wild man at all, but a masterful, inventive lover. He was moaning but he also was purring.