Heavy Hung

Shawn strolled the empty beach, waves crashing in rhythmic whispers. The crisp air filled his lungs, sun kissing his skin with lazy warmth. Tension melted away. Deeper he sank into reverie, thoughts drifting to the raw hungers of an eighteen-year-old's mind—wild, unbridled visions of flesh and desire. His hand gripped his big, thick cock, stroking with growing urgency. Excitement surged through him like a sudden tide. Fingers plunged deep into the tight crevice of his buns, teasing that hidden ache. He pictured a hung young friend claiming him, thrusting hard and relentless. Fantasy blurred into fevered reality. Shawn's body arched, writhing in the sand, as he gushed hot liquid pleasure across his taut, trembling skin.