Page 12 of The Man on the Beach

“Fuck, fuck, it’s so good,” Nathan gasped. His back arched. Adam took Nathan’s half-erect cock into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Nathan could hear himself panting. The warm, wet sensation of Adam’s mouth pushed him over the edge. His whole body shuddered as his climax ripped through him. He sobbed his release.

After Adam pulled his fingers from Nathan, Nathan crawled under the quilt. Adam followed and pressed against Nathan’s back. They laid in silence for several minutes. Nathan could feel Adam’s breath on the back of his neck.

“I really enjoyed meeting you,” Adam finally said, breaking the silence. Nathan chuckled.

“I enjoyed it, too.”

“I wish you could stay longer.” Nathan considered it.

“It’s a four-hour drive to get here from my house. Or, my dad’s house. I’m staying there right now while I look for a job.”

“Oh, that’s not very far.” Adam unwound his arm from Nathan, and Nathan turned to look at him. “I’d love to see you again.”

“Well, since I’m unemployed, I’ve got a lot of free time on my hands,” Nathan joked.

“I’d love for you to come and stay with me. You can stay as long as you want.”

“Seriously? Because I will.”

“I’d love it if you did. We could run together at night. You can train me.”

“You want a five-minute mile?”

“No,” Adam laughed. “But I want to run with you.”