On the seaside

My dick pointed straight ahead like a damn GPS, leading the way down the Tavira shore while I dragged my balls through the cold Atlantic shallows. The morning breeze slapped my bare ass and I grinned, water streaming off my thighs. Each wave hit low enough to cup my sack in its palm before dragging back out, leaving them dangling heavier than before. Sun burned across my shoulders while salt crust dried between my cheeks, and I stood there swinging freely, proud as hell that the tide had decided to give me a proper hand job every twenty seconds. Beach empty. Cock half-hard. Legs wide. Perfect vacation footage if you ask me.