The Luckiest Man

“The beach sounds really nice,” said Lucky.

When they got to the beach they walked along the shore until they found a small tree-lined cove. It was empty of other beachgoers and a perfect place to disrobe and give the jewels some air.

The brothers set off for some surfing while Lucky set his towel near a palm and laid out to get some sun.

The sun was just right to get Lucky’s sweat going, but not burn too deeply. He rolled from stomach to back and slid a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. He soaked in the warmth and felt himself get drowsy. He closed his eyes.

A shadow crossed over Lucky and stirred him from his doze. Someone was standing over him. He held a hand up to his face and took off his sunglasses, but there was no one there. The shadow that crossed his face was… a solar eclipse.

And, at the same time, it was just a man standing over him.

The man was tall, muscular beach body, and curls of gray hair over his tan chest and arms.

“I didn’t mean to bother you, sir, I,” the man stumbled over his words in a gruff voice as Lucky pushed himself up onto his elbows and then up to a sitting position.

“Lucky,” he said and held out his hand. They shook and the stranger had a firm, rough grip to his shake. It practically pulled Lucky to his feet.

“Lucky, yes. Lucky I noticed you from a distance and I couldn’t help not to tell you that you are beautiful. I find myself distinctly attracted to you.”

“Oh, yeah? You have some pretty big muscles yourself, stud. I like how thick your chest hair is.”

“Would you like to touch it?”

Lucky answered by pressing his face into the crevasse of the man’s bulging chest and inhaling. The man wrapped his arms around Lucky and caressed him.

They made love on Lucky’s towel. Lucky on his back while the mysterious stranger held his ankles over his head with one hand. The foreskin of his thick gourd of a dick pulled back and the a glistening head rubbed at Lucky’s hole. He slid in, they’re eyes locked together, and they moved their lips in silent communication. The stranger slid in and out while Lucky relaxed and tightened in matching rhythms.

When the stranger came it was with loud guttural grunts of lust, but he still maintained eye contact.

They made love again by a stream. The sweat of their skin making them slick as they rubbed up and down. Their kisses got deeper; the stranger’s tongue thick and meaty to explore the insides of Lucky’s mouth. With Lucky on his stomach the man blew a second load.

They made love again in the ferns, and the surf, near some driftwood. They made love more times in more ways than Lucky could count and he took each load while they never broke eye contact.

“Lucky,” said the stranger, standing to his full height.

Lucky sat up and smiled at the man.

“How did you know my name?” said Lucky.

“I’ve always known you Lucky. I will always be with you,” the stranger said. He turned his head toward the sky where the moon was releasing the sun’s grip and rays were beginning to shine around the man.

“I have to go Lucky, but I’ve left you a gift. I’ve imbued you with my seed, Lucky. For the rest of your years you will never have to worry about cleaning out again. You will be able to bottom at a moment’s notice,” said the stranger.

The sun grew brighter around the silhouette of the man and Lucky reached out for him. The man reached back and their fingers brushed.

“Thank you. Hey, I never got your name,” said Lucky.

As the eclipse ended and the sun shone down bright on Lucky and the man was gone, but Lucky could’ve sworn that as he left he could hear a deep voice saying, “I am the moon.”

THE END

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