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Solitude on the Waves

The surfing board instructor stood on the beach, wearing a blue rashguard. The fabric clung to his chiseled muscles, soaked with sweat and seawater, glinting in the sun. But nothing could hide his cock. Thick as a log and longer than his head, it bulged obscenely under the rashguard, swaying heavily with every step. His libido was insatiable. Jerking off multiple times a day was the only way he could even think about sleeping. And even then, it was never enough.

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, Fuck, gotta bust one out again. Grabbing his surfboard, he waded into the waves. Out in the middle of the sea, with nothing but an empty horizon around him, the solitude set his body on fire. This lonely expanse made his cock throb. Being alone fueled his desire. He grumbled under his breath, Out here, I do whatever the hell I want.

Riding a wave, he yanked up his rashguard. His monstrous cock sprang free, veins bulging, twitching in the salty breeze. “Ugh…” he let out a low groan, wrapping both hands around it. It was so massive one hand wasn’t enough. The heat and hardness against his palms made his whole body tense. Shit, this feels so fucking good. He started stroking, fast and rough, the sound of his hand on skin mixing with the crash of waves. “Hngh, hah!” His grunts spilled out, raw and loud. His thighs trembled, abs clenching tight as the pleasure hit hard. Finally, an obscene amount of cum stained the sea, the sticky mess splattering the waves and breaking apart in white foam.

Panting, he froze, catching his breath. Sweat dripped down his forehead. But one round was nowhere near enough. Fuck, still hard as hell. With a scowl, he grabbed his cock again. This time, he went at it harder, faster, his hand a blur. “Hngh, shit…!” His groans grew rougher, almost desperate. The sharp jolt of pleasure ripped through him, making his whole body shudder. Another obscene amount of cum shot into the sea, coating the waves in a slick, frothy mess. He leaned against the surfboard, gasping. “Hah, fuck…” His chest heaved, legs shaky from the aftershocks.

He kept going, round after round, but his cock stayed rock-hard. What the hell, this thing never stops. Gritting his teeth, he gripped it again, one hand pumping the shaft while the other teased the sensitive tip. “Hngh, fuck…!” His groans were almost screams now. His body jerked, hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Another obscene amount of cum stained the sea. He slumped against the surfboard, panting, his body slick with sweat and seawater, still burning with heat.

Solitude fed his hunger. The noisy crowds on the beach pissed him off, but this empty sea was different. Out here, with no one around, his cock craved more. He went at it one last time, stroking furiously. “Hngh, hah, fuck…!” His raw groans echoed as another load stained the sea. Gasping, he stared at the horizon. He tugged the blue rashguard back into place, muttering, Gotta come back tomorrow. His massive cock still heavy in his grip.