The Delicious Stain On His Crotch

I was secretly thrilled as I got down on my knees in the hot sand, kneeling with my face right in front of Rich's dick. "Don't worry, I'll get this mess off of you, Rich," I said, and I then began to place both hands on his sand-covered, firm feet, feeling my heart race as I closed my eyes and pressed my nose against the bulge between Rich's legs and began to slowly lick at the food that distressed him so much. I tasted the rich sour cream on my tongue and the zesty hot sauce paint my taste buds with its lusciousness. I massaged Rich's feet with my hands, gripping them tightly as I pressed my nose and mouth harder against his crotch and became aroused beyond belief. My cock was so hard and I wanted to take it out and masturbate on Rich's feet but I knew I had to save my load for the south side of the beach where the burritos wre big and so was Rich's cock!

His dick grew behind the blue fabric of his swimming trunks the more I licked at the stain. Rich was shaking in pleasure, shivering in the hot of the day. I knew he wanted to take his cock out, too, rip down his swimming trunks and feel his shaft slip deep into my mouth but we had to wait. I know he expected me to undress him and suck him off ferociously right then and there but I restrained myself and kept my focus solely on his stain. I squeezed his feet as he struggled to keep his balance in the sand. I licked and tickled his dick that squirmed and grew stiff as a surfboard beneath the fabric. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the waves, felt the sunlight burn on my back and all ten of Rich's toes in my hands as I licked his swim suit clean of the sour cream and hot sauce stain that haunted him. It wasn't long after that when we were back on our way. Silently we walked as I nibbled on my burrito and Rich's stomach continued to growl because I had taken his burrito from him. I had his half-eaten burrito in one hand, the one I had bought for myself in the other; and I had another one, a "test sample" stuffed down my trunks to measure against the burritos we would soon buy on the other side of the beach.