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Louis could tell by the way the beach walker was holding his phone that this was a novel experience. Normally when you stroll along the ocean, your focus isn't on getting the best angle of your speedo. That tourist was clearly doing his walk for the thrill of it. His torso and lower legs were tanned, but just above his knees was a stark tan line, virgin skin untouched by the sun. The dalmatian eyes rolled, but he caught himself when he heard the guy's nervous laughter. He gave another look to the walker and realized he may have made a hasty judgement about this guy.

Sure, this human was a thrill seeker. But with this second glance, it was clear he was a novice to this all. He couldn't have been more than 20, some young adult on his first foray out of his country. Louis glanced around. This part of the beach was away from the populated areas, rougher sand that drove away those who came to France on vacation. It wasn't bad, plus it kept this section of the area private. The novice exhibitionist only just now noticed the ogling spectator. His pace sped up as he tried to escape with his dignity intact. Louis spread his legs, planted a hand on his bulge, and let out a piercing wolf whistle.

“Looking nice," Louis said, sitting up. This stopped the walker in his tracks. He turned quickly, hiding his phone behind his back.

“Oh. Haha, thanks!" He replied. He rubbed the back of his head. Louis' eyes glanced down. Despite it's best efforts the American's speedo wasn't fully disguising his boner. Louis spread his legs further, showing off his package. Wasn't the first time he got in that pose on the beach. The American's eyes were affixed on the banana yellow hammock struggling to hold it all together. Louis licked his lips. This guy was bad at hiding his intentions.

Louis rose to his feet. He brushed the extra clinging sand off of his rear and legs and approached the human. “First time wearing that speedo?"

“Is it that obvious?" The boy asked. He chuckled nervously again.

He was scared that the American would take off, but he stood his ground. “You have very pale thighs. They have not seen the sun before, no?" The Frenchman's fingers glided up the creamy skin. There was a hint of some sandy blonde hairs blending in, but for the most part he was smooth. A hint of hair escaped the waistband, trickling past his belly button. But he was less hairy than some other humans Louis had gotten close with.

“Ahhh, that'd explain it." He nodded. A click dinged from his phone, and the human slipped it into the drawstring bag over his shoulders.

“Done so soon? I thought you were enjoying taking pictures." The tourist put his hand over his mouth, his skin developing a red hue. Louis thought about locking lips with this man right now. His heart was fluttering, but he kept his hands to himself. “I think it would be nice for your personal vacation album if we took a photograph together."

“Sure!" He blurted out. Louis looked into the tourist's eyes. He wasn't just hot, he had a cute smile.

“What is your name? I am Louis."

“Alex." He replied.

“Cute name." The dalmatian gave Alex a peck on both cheeks. “Glad to meet you Alex."

“Hehehe." Alex couldn't even reply, the violet color flooding his face. Louis scooted real close to the American. Alex wasn't too much taller than him, which was nice to know. “3, 2,1-" He counted down and pressed the button. Alex brought the screen closer.

It was easy to tell who suggested this photo. The difference in body language was vast. Louis clicked his tongue. “This won't work." He had an idea. His head swiveled, confirming they were alone. The canine's tail started to wag as he considered how to phrase his idea. He needed to be convincing with his words.

“Perhaps the problem is that I am too confident?" Louis suggested. “You are out of your element in your speedo, while I have nothing to lose here. Wearing this is natural to me." Alex slightly nodded his head. His words were working well on the American.

“Perhaps if I were to get myself more risky?" Louis gestured downwards. His thumb was hooked in the waistband of his skimpy swimwear. Alex's eyes were locked on the fur below the waistband. He had a slight grin on his face, a keen sense of anticipation. The Frenchman had his go ahead. Louis slid the waistband down, showing more spots to his new friend.

Louis double checked they were alone before he stepped out of his swimwear. He balled up the teeny yellow speedo and chucked it to his blanket. Louis gave an uncomfortable smile in earnest. He was as hard as could be. The bare body did not frighten him. But being so bold far out in the open on a non-nudist beach, with a raging hard on, was just beyond his comfort zone. “Take the picture. Quickly?" Louis asked.

Alex's posture relaxed a lot, seeing just how far Louis would go for him. “Thanks," He said. His arm wrapped around the dalmatian's torso once more, cupping his thin ribs.

“No no. Lower." Louis said, sliding the hand down past his waist. The American was cupping his ass now. “Good. Now let's take the photo before anyone sees us."

“Yeah, 321," The picture was taken. Louis exhaled. He had to admit, being so exposed had him going. His tail was wagging rapidly, bumping into the human's arm. Alex held his hand on the man's rear. His fingers gradually squeezed the rump tighter, massaging the muscle. Louis leaned against him, his breathing synching up with Alex's.

Neither spoke a word. Louis slid his fingers to the waistband, finding a drawstring. Pulling it undone with a swift tug, Louis reached inside greedily. “Perhaps… We should take this to my towel?"

“Yeah." Alex agreed. They practically dove to the ground. Alex laughed again, his head looking around. Louis tugged on the waistband, but Alex's butt was firm on the ground.

“I uh, well." Alex mumbled, holding onto his speedo. “First time."

“I see." Louis rolled over on top of Alex. They looked into each other's eyes. “That only makes this moment more exquisite."

“Oh stop," Alex looked away, his face beaming. “You're not playing fair, that accent."

“Would it be better for you if I silenced myself? I can think of one way to keep my throat occupied." Alex laughed, smooching Louis right on the forehead.

“You're so bad." Alex said. Louis beamed. It was a good thing he understood American slang. Louis pecked back, kissing the human's lips. And then he kissed his chest. And then he kissed his belly. Louis scooted backwards, raising his ass in the air. With a glance up to Alex, he wrapped his lips around the waistband.

“Oh, would you like to use your phone? You seemed very intent on taking pictures earlier." Louis winked.

Alex hesitated for a moment as he thought it over. And then his hands were in his bag, pulling out his phone. “Ready."

Louis' teeth gently nipped at the waistband. Alex lifted his hips this time to help out. Louis looped a finger around the rear of the grey speedo, and pulled it free of the boy's erection. He had a small patch of sandy blonde pubes, a light tuft above the root. Once the speedo was halfway down the thighs, Louis grabbed on and slid the swimwear down the rest of the way. Alex slipped his feet free at the last bit. They were now both completely in the buff.

Louis drew his face in close to Alex's crotch. His tongue reached out, lapping at the tight balls before his face. The heat gave a little bit of sag. Just enough for Louis to lift one, and then the other. Lips wrapped around the sack, gently suckling on the sensitive hangers. “Oh God…" Alex breathed out. His fingers found Louis' hair, digging into the locks. Louis glanced up and watched the American's face beyond the stiff erection, enjoying the effect he had on his new friend.

“Let me know if anyone is coming." Louis asked. The high noon sunlight felt wonderful, beating down. The spotty rear was high in the air. His hand gripped his own erection, stroking lightly. Just enough to keep his arousal up for such a risky display. Propped on his forward elbow, Louis grabbed at Alex's cock. It was beautiful and different, the head completely bared. Louis' thumb pressed into the slit, rubbing the leaking pre cum around. Alex made a light grunt as the dog's finger ran over a small bit of flesh. With the natural lubricant, Louis rotated his finger, searching for this spot. Once more Alex sighed, and again as Louis felt the extra sensitive spot. “Magnificent, is it not?" Louis asked, teasing the shaft in hand. Alex's head rapidly nodded. Louis' tongue made contact with Alex's cock head, sliding along. When he approached that spot his pace slowed. He could see the anticipation in the American's eyes. Slowly, slowly, slowly he approached. Each millimeter he lifted more of his tongue, until just the tip made contact. When he could edge the needy spot no more, he gave what Alex needed. A light, loving taste.

A glob of pre cum lept out of the throbbing cock, a small splatter landing on Louis' nose. “Whoops." Alex laughed. He was so beautiful and innocent. Louis never wanted to forget his cheerful face. His eyes closed on the image, the joy imprinted in his memory. With a tilt of the head, Louis pursed his lips and slid Alex's cock into his mouth. The human's entire body shivered, a deep rumbling “Oh yeah" vibrating out of Alex's chest. His hands were not forceful, but they pushed the Frenchman's head down onto his cock.

Louis' legs clenched, digging into the sand, as a wave of ecstasy engulfed him. This was the moment he could only dream about. Alex's fingers teased the back of his scalp as he bobbled on his dick. It wasn't the largest cock he had ever sucked, shy of 13 centimeters. But that was irrelevant. Although the American was a virgin, the love with which Alex guided Louis was patient and perfect. Louis cupped Alex's balls, massaging the tender orbs. His middle finger snaked between Alex's cheeks. Ever so lightly, he brushed against Alex's asshole. All of his nethers clenches, another hefty dose of pre cum flowing. This time Louis got to taste it, swallowing the fluids. “That felt nice." Alex confirmed.

Louis exhaled. He was too much, too sweet. If he had thought to bring lube, he would bury a finger or two inside of that soft rear. But as things stood, he could only play outside, enthralled by the untouched rear. Louis lifted Alex's leg up, guiding it onto his back. Alex bent the limb around Louis' shoulders, offering up more of his sweet ass to the dalmatian. Louis cupped Alex's smooth ass cheek as he continued to slurp on Alex's cock. The length and size was perfect. Without strain Louis could take the entire length. It filled his mouth as if Alex's cock was made for him. There was a thickness to it all, the girth fighting against his efforts to suck it all down. Each time he took the full cock, his nose tickled against Alex's pubic hair, an aromatic treat.

Gradually, the pressure Alex put on the back of the Frenchman's head grew more forceful. Louis would lift his head until just the tip of Alex's cock was inside his mouth. The dog liked to use this time to give a sloppy suck on the extra sensitive region. With a grunt, Alex pressed Louis down onto his dick, more assertive each time. Alex was panting, a heavy rush of wind blowing from his lungs. “Let me just…"

Alex lifted Louis' head up. Louis opened his eyes for the first time since he began. The American's face was as lovely as he recalled. However, now there was a new look blended into the mix. Alex's body was heaving up and down, the emotion more powerful. A needy, primal lust was slathered across the human. “Think I can be on top?"

“Absolutely, mon cheri." Louis sang. He rolled over, landing his ass into the sand. Below where he had been was a massive wet patch. His pre cum seeped into the sand. Alex looked at Louis' body, his eyes drawn to the Frenchman's erection. Alex reached for his dick, gliding the well lubricated foreskin down. “Non non, you do not need to do that," Louis said, his heart pounding. “Let us focus on you."

“Alright," Alex stood up. Louis grabbed the towel Alex had been using and balled it up. He lifted his top half up, giving his lower back a pillow to sit up with. Alex crouched down, his erection bobbling between his legs. Louis' eyes were sealed to the stiff erection, but his head was tilted away. Alex's hand guided his gaze upwards, and the two locked into a kiss. Louis' tongue reached into Alex's mouth, sharing the taste he had been enjoying. Alex broke off the kiss, standing up again. He grabbed onto his cock, angling it downwards to Louis' face.

Louis latched onto the erection before his eyes. No longer having to keep himself propped on all fours, he was free to grab at Alex's thighs, fingers resting on the soft mounds. Alex's thrusts started slow, patiently discovering new motion. One arm used Louis' shoulder as a support, the other locked behind his skull. Louis explored Alex's butt with his hands. It was as if grasping at firm pillows. Louis took a deep huff of Alex's crotch, inhaling everything. He drew back a palm and spanked Alex. “Is that how you want to play now?"

The gradual build up Louis had grown accustomed to was thrown out. Alex growled a playful snarl, driving his cock into Louis' throat. Alex was working with more length at this angle, Louis swiftly realized. Again he thrust deep into the dalmatian below. Louis relaxed his throat, allowing Alex to go harder. The pressure on the back of his skull got stronger, shoving him to meet Alex's hips half way. With each press Alex grunted. With each thrust Alex got faster. With each slip of his cock into Louis' throat Alex gained confidence. “You like that, don't you?" Alex rumbled.

Responding verbally was impossible, gagging on his thick dick. The only way Louis could respond was with a hard smack to the boy's pale butt. That thrust went even deeper, even harder. “Yeah," Alex growled. He grabbed onto Louis' head with both hands and forced the Frenchman's face into his dick. Pre cum blended with saliva that Louis could not swallow. Alex was rapidly humping now, just a half pull out before the next shove of his dick down Louis' throat.

Little by little, Louis's head was lowered to the sand. Alex used one hand to brace himself against the beach, and then the other. He was driving his dick down the well of Louis' throat on all fours. Louis squeezed Alex's ass, fingers slipping between his crack to lead his man on. Pre cum was pooling at the base of the canine's cock. How he wished he could orgasm just by being face fucked. He raised his hips, squeezing his ass, putting as much pressure on his prostate as could be. Even with Alex exerting all his force it was just not possible. With one free hand Louis reached to his dick and stroked the slippery shaft.

Froth with natural lube, Louis' motion was swift and decisive. His taint squeezed and he erupted. A small fountain of jizz shot out of him, his entire body bowled over by the orgasm. His throat and mouth clenched tight around Alex's cock. He pulled back one more time and thrust deeper than ever, a blast of semen shooting down Louis' throat. His thrusts were short and sharp, seed pulsing into Louis' mouth and filling his guts.

Alex's heavy breathing filled the air. Louis heard his blood pumping as he regained awareness. Above him loomed Alex's body, a film of sweat covering the bare human. Alex lifted his hips up, sliding his dick out of Louis. Alex's chest slumped onto the sand as he rested. Louis stood up, stretching his back. A long trail of cum dripped from his dick head, easily swiped off. His body felt sticky, but thankfully he brought some shampoo to wash it away. His eyes dropped down to spy Alex. The boy's ass was high in the air. Imprinted on the white ass cheek was a red hand print. Louis couldn't help but laugh.

“Are you fair?" Louis asked.

“Uh huh. Just resting." He replied. Louis saw something else on Alex's butt. It was his cum. Seems he shot onto his top's rear. First time he had that much distance in years, it must have been. Louis' eyes drank in the sight of Alex. He wished he could remember the sight of this lover forever.

Oh, Louis recalled. It felt like ages ago. Not too far away, dropped on top of a bag, was Alex's phone. He picked up the device, turning it over to open up the camera app. The camera was already open. In fact, it was still in the middle of taking a video. Alex must have started videoing when he was on bottom, and forgot to turn it off when they traded places. Most of what the front camera was pointing at was the sky, so the visuals wouldn't be great. But the audio… Louis stopped the recording, letting it save.

Louis pointed the camera at Alex's rear, taking a photograph of the unintentional dressing of cum. Louis sat down on the sand behind Alex. “Sit right there," He requested. The canine dragged his tongue across Alex's thighs, up his butt. He lapped up his own semen, allowing it to settle inside with Alex's seed. One more lick to finish cleaning Alex up. There was the salty aftertaste of sweat. Because the sweat came from Alex, it was a pleasant saltiness.

“Let me get you up," Louis said, lifting Alex from the ground. Some of the sand had pressed into his blonde body hair. Louis brushed it off, embracing Alex. Alex held him tight. Together they walked down to the ocean, allowing the mild waves to wash away the physical remnants of the experience. In their embrace, Alex and Louis kissed once more.

With arms around bare waists, the two lovers stepped out of the surf. Water clung on tight, but nothing that a good towel down couldn't right.

As the nude pair walked back to their spot, a pyrenees jogged past. He was in just some shorts, though Louis could tell Alex would get self conscious. The American's hands were crossed over his flaccid penis, but he did not look scared. “It is all right to be without a swimsuit here, you are not in trouble." Louis reassured. “As long as we are decent and soft."

“Bonjour" The pyrenees waved.

"Bonjour. Belle journée, n'est-ce pas?" Louis waved back.

“En effet, ça l'est. Belle journée, pour être avec un bel homme." The man said, slowing down his pace to look at the nude pair longer. Louis felt a little bit self conscious of how obvious their pairing was. At least this canine was understanding.

“You are right, my friend is very beautiful." Louis said in english, for Alex's benefit. “Au revoir."

“Au revoir, and goodbye." The man said with a wave, leaving the two. Louis kissed the side of Alex's face, impressed by how well his bashful tourist handled himself.

Louis knew that eventually they were going to use the showers to properly wash off. For now, a quick pat down was all that was needed. Louis looked to Alex, wondering how he was going to act now that his libedo was drained. To his surprise, the American wasn't racing to get his speedo back on. “Help me get more sunscreen?" Alex asked, holding out the bottle. “Especially in the new spots."

Louis was delighted to help Alex out. Alex got his arms and legs, while Louis had the privilege to get his shoulders and back. He made extra special care that Alex's pale butt was coated well once, twice, and even three times. While their towels dried, the naked men laid back on the warm sand, hands entwined. Neither had any words to say. After some time on their backs, Louis shifted to his front. When Alex moved to join him, the results of the vigorous sunscreen application became apparent. It was like Alex wore a speedo made out of sand.

“This is a look you should always wear." Louis said. Alex twisted his torso, but a hand on his shoulders kept him down. “Allow me." Louis grabbed Alex's phone and took a photo. When Louis held it in front of Alex, the American practically shrieked.

“Oh my God!" He laughed. “You're such a jerk, I-" His voice caught, shifting into a laugh. Louis cocked his head. He had a guess as to what Alex was about to say.

Alex reached back and tried to brush his butt. Louis helped him out, clearing off the sand. “How long will you be here?" The Frenchman asked.

“Well it's Friday now, and we head to Paris on Tuesday. So 3 days." Alex said, a twang of sorrow in his throat.

“I see." Louis said. He sat down and placed a hand on Alex's shoulder. He looked at Alex's phone in his hand. “Do you have phone usage here?"

“Yeah," Alex replied. Louis opened up Alex's messenger. With a few keystrokes, he placed Alex's phone down. “I've send myself some of the photos we took here. When you return to your hotel, perhaps you could send our video?"

“Video… Oh jeez, how long was that video?" Alex had some spark back in his eyes.

“I stopped recording before I licked my cum off of you." The gears were turning behind Alex's eyes.

“Was that what you were doing?" He smiled. It was a beautiful smile.

“It was a convenient excuse." Louis teased. He patted Alex's butt, giving it a squeeze. It distracted him from the weight of his next words “So once you send me the videograph, perhaps you could send me a time we can meet again?"

“A time we can… Oh. Oh!" If Alex were a dog, his tail would be wagging. “Oh, yeah! For sure!" How could the sun setting over the ocean ever compare to this smile? Alex took the phone and looked at the start of the conversation. “Louis Renaud."

Louis rolled his eyes. The way Alex pronounced his name was far from correct. And yet, in its clumsiness, there was a unique grace. “Oh shit. It's actually really, really late. I gotta get back, yeah I missed a few texts."

“Yes yes." Louis watched Alex sit up. Louis brushed some of the sand off the front of Alex's chest. “Perhaps, before you head back, we could wash off the salt water?"

They had not done any heavy swimming. And yet, Louis spent an exorbitant amount of care washing Alex's body. His own front was still clinging on to the seed he spent earlier. Louis planned on taking a personal shower before he went back home. For now, he wanted to focus on Alex's needs.

“Have you ever been nude for this long outdoors?" Louis asked, helping Alex dry off.

“I've never been naked outside ever."

“A big step." Alex's cock was semi hardening from Louis' towel work. It was tempting to get down on his knees then and there. But this shower was enough of a treat.

Alex's face was somewhat twisted, deep in thought.

“May I inquire?" Louis asked.

“I uh, so I gotta eventually get on my swim trunks, to ride back to the hotel." Alex said, pulling out a pair of board shorts. “But I don't want to get all the way dressed yet."

“Mmm. And you don't want to walk by yourself naked. That is the right call, sitting around, that is fine, but to trek, it is best to be dressed." Louis confirmed. He feared he created a naked monster.

“Oh yeah. Just that… Well… Promise you won't laugh?" Alex asked.

“We have shared a lot today. You may share more."

“My speedo sucks, compared to yours. Do you think we can… trade?" Alex looked like a rooster caught in the hen house, rubbing his shoulder.

“I would be very pleased to," Louis looked about the area. Balled up, half buried, was his speedo. It felt so long ago that he took it off for the picture. Louis shook it out and straightened the straps. He handed it off to Alex, and in return Alex gave him his navy blue swimwear. Alex stepped into the straps, pulling the thin fabric up.

“How do I look?" Alex asked, holding his arms out. The yellow fabric was vibrant, even against his fresh untanned skin. As for the size, it hardly could hold Alex's goods in place. Was he that much bigger than me, Louis wondered. The sandy blonde hair spilled out of the top more than his original look. The band was low, not quite up to his waist.

“You will be getting even less tan lines in that." Louis informed.

“Perfect. Just as long as I don't have to spend the next week dealing with sunburn."

“Don't worry. I made sure you were properly coated." Alex laughed again. Louis would be counting the seconds until he next heard that laugh. “I would love to take you to the shops. I could get you some more like that."

“That sounds great. I can tell everyone that the biggest hottie in France picked em out for me." He winked. Louis returned the gesture.

“Jusqu'à ce que nous nous revoyions."

“See you later's." Alex stood there a few more moments, drinking in the sight of Louis. And then, he turned and began his walk down the beach. Louis looked longingly at the backside of the American. It was a few seconds until he noticed one distinct detail that was apparent thanks to how thin the straps of the boy's borrowed yellow speedo was. Peeking out from the side of Alex's white butt was a red, palm shaped mark. Louis' heart longed for the feel of Alex, the taste he would be denied for a short time.

Once Alex was out of sight, Louis started to clean up the area of the beach. With everything packed away, he pulled on his new swimsuit. That area of his body was washed about as well as can be. The fit of the navy blue speedo was odd. It had to be tied to stay in place, it was baggy in the crotch and butt, the leg elastic rested in an unusual area, and there was a restrictive thickness to the fabric. And yet, the American's speedo was pleasantly, lovingly, comfortable.