The boy, who has named himself Simon for its familiar intonation, whispers that he would like to swim without his suit. He blushes and drops his head at this confession and Savage is moved almost to tears by his beauty and humility. He encourages Simon to remove his suit and to go dip his body in the water, but the boy is too shy to disrobe before him. Instead he gathers his courage and enters the waves once again, stripping himself naked only beneath the coverlet of the waves.
Savage feels his heart beating fiercely, pounding in his chest, stirring his loins as he squints against the sun’s bright rays to catch a glimpse of shapely, muscled arms and firm buttocks rising out of the water as Simon swims. He dips beneath the surface, diving to the bottom before shooting to the surface to rise above the water, leaping into the air with reckless abandon.
He seems, to Savage’s eyes, to hang there for a moment. Slim thighs and narrow hips cradle his sex as it nestles in its bed of fur, sparkling with water drops that gather at the head of his shaft and drip down his thigh, skirting fine dark hairs that lay plastered against the skin. He is shaded by his own body, the sunlight hits only his dark hair, wet and clinging to his shoulders and to his chest with its dark button nipples, erect from the cool water’s caress.
Then he drops once more into the sea and Savage expels the breath he had been holding. Simon begins to wade toward the shore, his face, still hidden in shadow, seems to hold a tiny smile as he rises further from the waves and they retreat reluctantly from his chest to his belly, then further down, revealing once more his shaft and the soft globes beneath them. When at last they come only to his ankles, he turns and bends to retrieve his bathing suit, lying soggy and neglected in the shallows. The long length of leg sweeping up into the high, muscular buttocks part as he bends, affording short glimpse of the rounded puckered hole that is Savage’s ultimate desire, before he straightens and turns again, coming up the beach toward the towels with unquestioned disregard for his former modesty.
The day is hot, the air sultry as Savage attempts to squeeze it into his oxygen starved lungs. He knows the desire he feels is evident in his expression and futilely tries to hide it.
But there is no need, for as Simon approaches him, his shaft begins to swell and thicken, rising up from between his thighs to stand proudly erect, swaying slightly with his walk as it bounces against his hard belly.
He comes and stands before Savage, straddling his legs, suddenly arrogant with evidence of Savage’s need. His prick is inches from Savage’s face and he longs to lean forward and take it into his mouth and suck on it, but is unsure. Simon strokes his own cock with innocent skill. He takes into his other hand his balls, hanging juicy and plump under his sex, revealed to avid sight with the burgeoning growth of the erection.
Simon caresses himself, blatantly offering his body to Savage. He squats, spreading his thighs wide to straddle the lap beneath him and they kiss with violent passion. Savage handles the proffered body with hard hands, squeezing the heavy sacs hanging down from between Simon’s legs with brutal abandon, fingering the sweet tight hole spread so enticingly open by the pose, pinching and biting at the erect nipples, reveling in the taste of salt, sun and sweat.
His need too great for finesse, his preference for violent assault under tenuous control, he rolls Simon to the ground and lifts his legs to the sky. He holds them there in steely grip and forces his rigid cock through the ring of tight muscle into the hot enclosing heat of his channel. He thrusts with all his might, embedding himself deep, withdrawing almost to the tip before ramming himself inside again, ignoring Simon’s cries as if they were only the cry of a lone gull, carried aloft on the breeze.
He goes on and on, fucking with violent intensity into the opened anus, measuring his thrusts against his need to prolong the act, as he has taught himself. Simon ceases to cry out with pain and instead murmurs of his gratification. This unexpected enjoyment of the twinned delights of pleasure and pain enchants and ensnares Savage with its innocent delight and he drops onto the taut belly and kisses the parted lips with fervent intensity, growling out his lusts and his false promises as the driving need of his loins spurs him to greater heights.
Simon begs. ‘Take me in the water.’ he whispers, caressing the rough, unshaven skin of cheek and jaw. They uncouple and rise and Simon draws him by the hand, leading him down to the swelling surf as the late afternoon sun dips below the horizon and the wind whips the waves into eager frenzy.
Led into the thickening waters, Savage once again mounts his conquest, riding him through the rough surf that tries to suck the sand from beneath his bent knees and topple him. Pounding into the tender depths as the waves batter the shoreline in concert with his thrusts.
He is too intent on the gaining of his own pleasure to notice the changes around him. Even were he to see them, he would pay them no heed. Giving no credence to the message of the living world about him, he trusts only in figures and in the science of the laboratory, and believes only in the power of his own will. For one such as Savage, the earth holds no magic.
The gulls have gone. No life stirs upon the private beach bar that which owns it and who mates with brutal tenderness in among the waves and kelp. The wind, too, has died away, yet the surf continues to pound and rise, stirring the sand and seaweed that ties itself about their twined legs as they couple, embraced in the bosom of the sea.
He feels his organ swell inside his lover’s heated channel and he knows his time is upon him. His cries of ecstasy echo around the bay as he grasps more firmly the spread thighs and renews his assault, his every sense concentrating on the reaching of fulfillment. He does not notice the waves rising now to his shoulders, the salty spray that tickles the back of his throat as he gasps for breath. Oblivious to even the crabs that nibble at his sacs as they float in the tidal currents, he sees only his own impending orgasm, tantalizingly just beyond his reach and the face of his lover and prisoner, head bent back beneath the waves, his eyes closed in pleasure.
The heat rushes over him, tingling warmth that centers itself in his belly and spreads out through every capillary and muscle, turning them to liquid as it rushes for his loins. He comes in an explosion of color and a blur of movement, the pain does not at first register upon his heightened senses and he realizes too late that his orgasm has not exploded from his shaft, but has imploded, driving seed and salt water up through his body.
His organs dissolve, melted by the salt of the Mother, he pushes himself away, screaming his pain to the sky and the earth as his heart shatters and blood pours from his mouth to cover his chest and belly with treacled death. Simon sits quietly as he suffers in his throes, cradled gently by the same waves that still pound at Savage, pulverizing bone.