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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF]  St:  Beach Coming  (Y. Lee Coyote)
Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2003 05:10:03 -0500
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[BSFSF]  St:  Beach Coming

The following story is fiction.  It contain a scene of sex.  If such a subject
is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave
now.

This story is part of the First Annual Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival
(BSFSF-2003) which requires a story not to exceed 18 lines of 70 characters
including the title and blank lines.
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/twassel/BSFSF.htm

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without
permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including
the copyright notice.  This may be included on the BSFSF site.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com


Beach Coming          by Y. Lee Coyote
   I first saw him coming off the boardwalk.  He was built and I could
see all of him; all but what was covered by his tightly packed but
still very revealing Speedo's.  His nimble tongue -- licking at that
ice cream cone.  If only he was doing that to my stick or me to his!
   He headed toward me.  I was straining my own Speedo's as I stared
alternately at his bulging basket and long tongue.  He spread his
blanket a few feet away from me.  I saw he was getting hard also.
   He stretched out facing me; I turned to face him.  I'm sure that he
was cruising back.  His tongue practically wrapped about the entire
cone.  He was smiling; at me surely.  He was now as hard as I.  Our
eyes locked.  He stuck the whole cone in his month.  If only it was my
cock that was in that hot mouth being licked by that talented tongue.
I would sure quickly reward him with some sizzling hot man-cream --
far better than a freezing ice cream.  The cone was soon gone.
   He spread sun screen on his front.  "Dude, please do my back."  I
sat on his thighs and leaned forward to coat his back.  My cock
pressed on his bubble-butt; he pushed back.  I creamed instantly!

The End

(c) Copyright A.I.L.  November 26, 2003




Y.

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