This was back in the last year I spent in Hawaii, where I spent all my time on the beach and giving tourist women a taste of local life. I had just discovered that I was special – at least, between the legs – and was taking advantage of that as often as I could. The board shorts I’d buy were as tight as possible, so that nothing was left to the imagination. You could actually see the long, thick vein that runs down the front of my shaft and my fat swollen uncut head through the fabric. Wish I still had pictures of that.
Anyway – it was one of those beautiful summer mornings when I met Amber. I had spent the first few hours of the day in the water (my second favorite activity), and came out for a breather. As usual, I took my daily strut up and down the beach, making sure men and women alike got a good look at my cock, which had been obscenely plastered to my leg by the water, and looked like I stuffed a Hydroflask down my pants.