Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 21:04:05 -0800
From: Lael Stalnaker <vanyelashkev@pacbell.net>
Subject: Sunset Alone

Sunset Alone
By Lael Stalnaker

Jason stripped off his wetsuit and dumped it off 
onto the wet sand. No one was around and he 
didn't expect anyone on this secluded stretch of 
the California coast. It had been a killer day 
for waves and he was very content with the sets 
he had ridden. Exhausted, he laid himself out on 
the board and tucked his hands behind his head. 
Water droplets glistened in the last of the day's 
light. Orange and red streamers drifted near the 
sun low on the horizon. 

He planted his feet to either side of the board 
to stabilize it and keep from getting dumped onto 
the wet sand. The incoming waves lapped at his 
heels. The tilted angle of the board let him 
watch the sunset without effort.  A low breeze 
stirred the air and tingled along his body. The 
tiny blond hairs on his arms and legs shifted, 
sending small thrills through him. Within 
moments, his 6 inches were reaching for his 
bellybutton. The soft air moving over his new 
hard-on completely changed his tired mood into 
something more. 

Jason's eyes drifted closed as he let everything 
around him play in his imagination. His pulse 
pounded, drumming rapidly in his inner ear. He 
could even feel the pattern beating in throbs 
through his erection. It seemed to twitch in time 
with his heart. He could almost see his inner 
thoughts forming in the air before him. In his 
mind's eye, he took himself in hand and caressed 
oh so softly along his length. 

Tiny shudders crawled up his back. Each grain of 
sand on his skin felt like a boulder, though not 
entirely unpleasant. Beads of salt water pooled 
and trickled down his sides and from his groin. 
The board was beginning to dry beneath his back, 
adding its own feel to the over sensation of 
touch. Its solid hardness felt a perfect match 
for his own as he gripped more firmly in his 
mind. 

Jason let his breath become more deep and slow as 
his excitement mounted. The flickering of the air 
over his balls tantalized. His left hand found 
them and trailed fingertips over the fuzzed grain 
of his scrotum. The wiry blond hair crackled 
against his nails and he squirmed a little. Each 
hair that moved felt as distinct as a tree in a 
forest. His right hand trailed down to the base 
of his hard-on and lightly touched the back of 
his other hand. He finally noticed water running 
down his forehead and pulled back his right hand 
to flip his wet tangled hair from his face. 

The onshore breeze picked up and he shivered as 
the moving air swept up his muscled thighs and 
over his now shuddering erection. His eyes 
remained closed, wrapped up in the inner world of 
self-pleasure. His mind already saw the waves of 
orgasm rocking his entire body. The board beneath 
him also rocked in time with rapid movement of 
his hands on his genitals. His eyes opened as he 
nearly convulsed off the board with the power of 
his fountaining fluids. Wetness other than the 
ocean's now rained down on his chest and abs. He 
watched in awe, though only half aware, as 
shudder after shudder swept through and out of 
his body. 

Jason felt his body go tense with the strongest 
shudder yet and then go limp. His hands came back 
from behind his neck and trailed through the 
sticky wetness on his chest. His bemusement 
turned to how powerful the experience had been. 
He sat up and let viscous semen slowly slide down 
the length of his body. He rose completely from 
the board and went back into the waves. All 
traces of his orgasm were gone in moments and he 
let his body float on the rocking water as he 
watched the first stars come out.