Soon, bob opened the mouth and took the dickhead inside sucking it for a while, feeling the tender under side of it, tasting the first minor traces of Mike’s pre-cum. With the bag on his shoulder, Bob walked through the aisle to exit, only thinking of Mike and shunning off everything else in his surroundings. Mike was hardly 20, still in college as a sophomore and Bob was almost 25. Like the happy kids, they ran on the warm sand towards the water, stomping, splashing each other. “My love, just say when”, muttered Bob and snuggled in Mike’s arms to lie there in the warm sun with the waves crashing on the shore waiting for the signal from Mike to restart the play. He brought his strong arms onto Bob’s shoulders as Bob’s head nodded up and down on Mike’s shaft. Michael had been working on Bob for over a month after they met on the internet in a chat room, invited each other for a get together on the camera and on the very first meeting
