At three a.m. Jacques walked into his room at the Helianthal Thalasso and Spa to shower, shave and dress for the beach in Saint Jean de Luz. After a thorough workout in the gym heating in the sauna, he was ready for a long walk for this last day of his vacation, fruitless in search of a single man his age forty or so for intimate companionship. He stayed two nights at the gay friendly Hotel de la Plage but found only gay couples not the types to seek his needs. It also reminded him of Vince and their ultimate demise as lovers. He ultimately booked at the Helianthal, more expensive, and the rooms a bit too fussy with fluff for his earthy liking. But it had a gym and a pool, where he could relax at times free from the plethora of families and kids, when they were elsewhere.
Jacques packed his beach bag with his phone, towel and beach necessities. He shimmied up a light blue bikini swimsuit, and pulled up a pair of madras shorts. Slipping into sandals and a solid mauve t-shirt, he was out the door for a walk on the beach and view the sun rising. The lights of the city illuminated dark billowing clouds; perfect for a vivid sunrise.
The air was refreshingly cool but damp. Removing his sandals, he trod along the shore, the fine soft sand filtering through his toes. He observed an expanse of beach absent of human beings, proper for the solitary mood, brooding within. He settled on a remote spot. Spreading the towel, he sat to eat snacks he packed in his room.
For an hour a sense of peace soothed his body, as he watched the small ebb of waves come ashore. He glanced to his right, fixated on a figure further up the beach, walking towards him. As the person approached closer, he studied a man bare chested in a Speedo, carrying a towel. Trying not to stare too obviously, he admired his slim built physique, fantasizing interaction this last day.
The man noticed Jacques and headed for him. “Nice morning for a swim.” He grinned.
“Yes I suppose. I’m waiting for sunrise.”
“Ah, yes. Should be one of a kind. Mind if I sit down?”
“Be my guest.” Jacques made room for him to sit. Glaring at the prominent bulge in his bikini, he blushed. Fortunately it was too dark for him to notice.
“I’m Pierre. You have a ruggedly handsome face.”
“Thanks.” He chuckled. “Jacques here.”
“Do you swim?”
“Yes. I have a suit under my shorts. “I’m hoping to have more sun. This is my last day of vacation.”
“Maybe you’ll join me in the water?” Pierre studied his body more intimately.
“I don’t know. It’s a bit early. Maybe later.”
“Come now. You’re a man, huh.”
“Okay.” Jacques removed his t-shirt, while Pierre smiled, languishing in his fine muscular arms and chest. Jacques unbuttoned his shorts but Pierre insisted on helping. Jacques unclear of his intentions went with the flow.
Upon seeing Jacques hard cock slightly concealed by his bikini, Pierre hoarsely whispered, “I think we should postpone the swim. He stared intently with dark determined eyes. “I want to see more of you.”
Pierre hastily tugged down his own Speedo, while removing Jacques’. They were flat on the beach towel, ravishing each other with sloppy kisses and forceful gropes.
Gasping for a breath, Jacques stopped momentarily. “I’ve waited for this for my whole vacation. Too bad it’s my last day.”
“Let’s not waste time then. I want you before we swim. We may even have time to watch the sunrise. We've plenty for the rest of the day.” Pierre rolled Jacques on his back, his mouth descending on his dick.