They had decided to spend the day at the beach, away from the hussle and bussle of everyday life. Ben made the food while Michael searched for the hamper and old blanket that hadn’t been used since last summer.

They had talked, laughed, eaten and just sat there, sometimes just lost in their own thoughts.

Now the sun had gone down and there was a slight chill in the air and they were alone on the beach, just miles and miles of golden sand and the sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore. Neither of them moved, not wanting this perfect day to end,.

Ben lent over and kissed Michael, softly at first and then with more hunger as Michaels mouth responded to his. He pulled his shirt over his head and let his pants fall to his knees and reached out for Michael.

Buttons popped and fabric ripped, so desperate was Ben’s need to feel Michael’s bare skin against his.

Michael knelt in front of Ben and watched as he reached into his backpack for a condom and the lube. He sheathed himself quickly, before covering himself and Michael with lube. He entered him slowly, letting Michael feel every inch of him, until he was deep inside of his lover.

Michael reached around and grabbed at Ben, pulling him close, desperately seeking his mouth. They explored each others mouths, soft moans and whimpers coming from both of them, hands moving over each others bodies, desperate in their need to taste and feel more of each other.

Michael grabbed Ben’s hand and bought it down onto his cock, and his body shuddered as Ben pumped his cock in rhythm with his thrusts.

Their screams as they came together seemed to bounce off the water and echo through the clouds.

They collapsed onto the blanket, their bodies shaking, and their eyes met, and no words were needed, everything they felt for each other was there in that look.

Ben wrapped his arms around Michael, holding him close, as the moon peeped out from behind the clouds, and shone down on the lovers.