Beach Boy

Beautiful blonde boy,
bulging in bikini briefs,
drinks in the sun.

His hand creeps down
to his tumescent triangle,
cups his balls and squeezes.

Smiling he flexes his hand
on his protuberant parts,
lazily turns over.

Bum to the sky
he wriggles his erection
into the seductive sand.

Bumping motions
a brief pause,
shudder along the backbone.

Loud moan of pleasure,
limp surrender
on to slimy briefs and towel.

This poem is copyright 2003 by Tony, to whom comments may be sent.