Chapter 24 Luka

The hours slipped away as they explored every corner of Sint Maarten, from its pristine beaches to its hidden coves and picturesque villages. With each twist and turn of the road, Luka felt a sense of freedom wash over him, leaving the weight of his confinement on the ship behind. He enjoyed being there, but the circumstances limited his freedom to explore and socialize.

“Hey, stop,” Luka shouted as he turned off the engine.

Westly stopped his four-wheeler beside Luka’s. “Everything okay?”

Luka nodded. “How about we race to the edge of the water?”

“What does the winner get?”

Luka pushed his hair out of his face. “A blow job.”

“You’re on!” Westly said with a grin.

“Ready…Get set…Go!”

Luka wrestled the handlebars of his ATV, the turquoise ocean blurring at the edge of his vision. He glanced over his shoulder, a grin splitting his face when he saw Westly a good ten yards back, his own red ATV kicking up a ton of sand.

Westly must have picked this deserted stretch of beach on Sint Maarten for a reason. There were miles of pristine sand and not a soul in sight. The perfect location for lovers. Are we still lovers? Luka loved the feel of the wind whipping his face, the roar of the engine vibrating beneath him. But most of all, he loved the playful competition with Westly.

He knew Westly had ridden before, but Luka had the advantage. He was lighter, helping him with the shifting sand. Luka felt the tires bite into a firm patch of sand, and he surged forward. He pushed the engine a little harder, taking a risky line closer to the churning waves. Luka held on, laughing with exhilaration as he wrestled for control.

Luka stole another glance back. Westly was closing the gap, his red machine a blur against the endless blue. A surge of competitive spirit flared in Luka. He wasn’t about to let Westly win. He wanted to win the blow job. Leaning forward, he tucked himself lower, streamlining his body against the wind. The engine whined as he pushed it to its limit, the sand a blur beneath the flying tires.

Within seconds, Westly was at his side, too close. Then victory was taken as Westly crossed the finish line, a triumphant grin plastered across his face as he came to a halt. He leaped off the ATV, the roar of the engine fading into the hiss of the retreating waves.

Moments later, Luka skidded to a stop beside him, a cloud of sand billowing around the red machine.

“I guess you’re going to be the lucky winner tonight,” Luka conceded, kicking at the sand with his dusty boots.

Westly clapped him on the shoulder. “Thinking about the prize pushed me.”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I feel like I’m a winner too. I can’t wait to give you your prize.”

“I enjoy hearing that. You know how to get me hard in the middle of nowhere.”

They stood for a moment, the sound of the waves the only accompaniment to their laughter, two silhouettes against the endless blue horizon. Luka followed Westly’s lead, moving their ATVs away from the water.

Luka undressed while Westly watched him. As Luka set his clothes on the bike’s seat, Westly rubbed his cock against Luka’s ass. He popped back up and turned around, looking at Westly, feeling his cock stiffen inside his swim trunks.

“Take off your trunks,” Westly ordered as he shoved his own down and stepped out of them.

“I like that big cock you have there,” Luka said as he stepped out of his suit.

Westly dragged Luka into the water with him. Releasing Luka’s hand, Westly dove through a wave. Luka remained behind, watching Westly swim away. He couldn’t believe where he was and with this powerful and sexy man.

“Swim to me,” Westly shouted.

Luka dove through another wave. He swam underwater, then surfaced and continued on until he reached Westly, who immediately grabbed Luka’s cock, stroking it under the water.

“That feels great!” Luka treaded water with Westly.

“See if you can suck my cock,” Westly said.

Luka was confident he could suck dick underwater since he had done it before. He dove under, searching for Westly’s cock. He managed to get Westly’s cock head in his mouth with only a little water seeping in. He closed his mouth tightly without his teeth biting. Then he slid his mouth down the shaft to the base. When Luka pulled back up to the head, he lost control of Westly’s cock entirely. Water filled his mouth, choking him. Westly pulled Luka to the surface, coughing uncontrollably.

“Great job!” He hugged Luka.

“But—”

“But nothing.”

Luka was upset he hadn’t been successful as he continued coughing.

“I’d fuck you, but I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t allow fucking without condoms. Ever!”

“Good. You shouldn’t. Get on my back!” Westly said.

Luka climbed on Westly’s back and held onto his shoulders while Westly swam and rode some waves.

“I want to take you to some beautiful beaches so you can surf when we’re in between cruises.”

“I’d love that.”

Westly swam to shore with Luka hanging on to his back, resting his head on his shoulder until they reached low water, then they stood and walked back to their ATVs to get their clothes.

“Hey, want your blow job now?” Luka asked.

Westly looked up and down the beach and not a soul was around.

“Why not? If you’re okay with it. I’m safe and clear,” Westly said.

“Do you have a test to prove it?” Luka teased.

“I do. Do you?”

“I was tested and cleared.”

“Then get on it.” He ordered as he swung his cock with his hand.

Kneeling on the scorching sand, Luka’s knees stung, yet he remained determined to please Westly without uttering a word of complaint.

“Get up.”

Luka, feeling bewildered by Westly’s new command, reluctantly complied, and stood as he was told. Westly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a fiery, passionate kiss. Luka wished for the moment to last forever. Beach lover Luka thrived surfing in the Pacific Ocean, but this beach was a romantic paradise and staying there with Westly felt like a never-ending honeymoon. Then, Westly removed his T-shirt from the ATV and laid it down on the blistering sand. Westly gestured for Luka to kneel on the makeshift cushion.

Without hesitation, Luka dropped to his knees, determined to do whatever it took to please Westly. He ran his tongue over the slit and painted the pearl pre-cum wetness over the head. Westly moaned. Luka used his hands to fondle and pinch his balls. Again, Westly made sounds of delight.

With each swirl of his tongue, Luka discovered new salty tastes hidden within the slit. With deep, deliberate strokes, he inserted his tongue in and out, teasing Westly’s slit, before devouring the entire shaft with his lips and skillfully gliding up and down. Pleasuring him with his tongue was a first for them.

“You’re so good. I could get used to this.”

Luka nodded, unable to speak with a cock in his mouth.

He licked and sucked Westly’s balls, leaving a wet, messy trace. Bobbing his head up and down, he deep-throated so far that his eyes watered. Unable to breathe each time Westly’s cock hit the back of his throat, he created a rapid rhythm. Westly’s cock strained and vibrated inside his mouth as he yanked at Luka’s long hair.

Westly’s steel erection plowed deeply into Luka’s mouth. He gently brushed his hand against Westly’s taut testicles. He was on the verge of blasting into his mouth.

“Oh, Luka. Luka. Luka.” Westly exploded repeatedly down Luka’s throat.

Luka swallowed the little remaining on his tongue and licked what had dribbled down his cheek back into his mouth, unable to swallow fast enough.

“I needed that more than you will ever know.”

Westly pulled Luka up, hugged him, and slipped his tongue into his mouth. He responded by sucking and biting it. Their tongues moved together as Westly’s hands wandered over Luka’s body.

They broke the kiss, Westly’s mouth twisting in a teasing smile and he kissed him on the nose.