When I stopped, finally, and looked back, I saw him standing ankle-deep in the gentle surf. With the moon at my back, I could see him as if he were spotlighted--slender but strong, smooth and completely masculine.

Totally naked, too, I could tell, judging by the shadow between his legs.

"Oh, yes, Frank," I thought to myself. "I rather thought there would be one particular area where you would be larger than I am..."

I swam back under the waves, then stood directly in front of him, the foam dripping off of me.

With the moon at my back, I was nothing more than a glistening silhouette.

He gasped.

I went to him then, and lightly taking his shoulders in my hands, lifted his face to my eager mouth.

He was waiting for it eagerly, not a bit passive, his incredibly silky tongue finding it's way into my mouth, opening his mouth to take mine in, gently nibbling with his teeth.

He threw his arms around my brawny neck and wrapped his legs around my waist.

I stood there with my arms outstretched. He felt no heavier than a slightly oversized puppy...

"How much can you bench these days?" he asked, talking into my ear so he could be heard above the wind.

"How much do you weigh now?" I asked. "140 lbs.?"

He nodded.

"Three times what you weigh..." I continued and his eyes widened.

Taking that as my cue, I shifted him to the palms of my hands, then lifted him above my head.

Then I took one hand away...

I let him down as gently as a feather.

"That makes me so fucking hot," he said.

"I know," I said, sinking to his knees.

"And *this* does the same thing for me," I said, taking eight inches of uncut meat in my hand.

I opened my mouth and took it in, just as I had taken his tongue, knowing, as I never thought I would knew, that this was what I was meant to do.

His small, strong body quivered and his surprisingly large, hard hands buried themselves in my hair.

"Do it, big man," he said.

"Just do it..." •