The man knelt beside Scott and leaned over to kiss his cock. Just lightly, along the side. Then he inserted his tongue in the tip. Scott looked forward to a blow job, but instead the man grasped Scott’s penis in one hand and pushed gently up on his balls with the other. The increased tension almost made Scott explode, but that didn’t happen for another few moments, as the man rubbed his hand up and down in perfect rhythm. Scott’s hips bucked, as if he had some place to aim for, but he was bare and open to the stranger’s gaze. He reveled in being so displayed at his most vulnerable. When Scott came, his semen shot all the way up his chest.
As Scott’s breathing slowed, the man took a small towel from his own beach bag and wiped Scott’s chest and belly. Scott lay there, with his arm still over his eyes, until he detected a sudden drop in the temperature. The sun had finally dropped below the top of the dune. Scott removed his arm and looked for the man. There he was, almost at the crest of the dune, his back to Scott, and then he disappeared down the other side.
Scott lay on his towel and didn’t bother to put on his trunks before he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. Maybe another benefactor would wander by.