Chapter 37: Sun Gods
The July sun blinds me and begins to bake my already-suntanned chest as I lay on our crumpled clothes and the pier’s firm boards. My knees are bent and I have my legs spread open for Bernie. His head bobs at my center as he sucks me off. I plug his tight throat with my erection and rub a palm through his brown head of thick hair. Dizziness consumes my consciousness as he rocks my world. Or maybe it’s the ball of fiery-red sun that hangs over his rising and falling head, a certain star that attempts to blind me, forcing me into a state of semi-delirium. No matter what the cause is, I enjoy my time as Bernie’s romantic toy on the pier, elated that our bodies can build a fine rhythm together.
Two of his fingertips strum my asshole, which skyrockets my desire for the man
