Coconuts Over You

Jaunay solved his dilemma. He stepped close to Scott, and then he tilted Scott's chin up so that Scott had to look him in the eyes.

"Hello, Scott," he said and kissed him.

Of their own volition, Scott's arms moved around Jaunay's waist. His hands brushed up and down the length of his back. Jaunay's back felt warm and tight. A wisp of downy black hair covered his stomach, and it brushed against Scott's glutes. His muscles quivered in response. Jaunay's lips felt full and tasted sweet like the milk of the coconut. Scott could feel the islander's fingers tangle in his hair. He could smell the salty brine of the ocean on his skin.

Jaunay pulled Scott into the sunlight and led him along the beach and into the edge of the water. Early morning waves crashed against their bodies pulling them deeper into the surf. Fiercely, Jaunay pulled Scott to him, kissing him, caressing him. The pull of the
tide rocked the men into one another...”