Summerland, is where good men go after they’ve ‘done’ someone good.
In the afterlife, souls gather to share stories. Hot gay men recollect the times when they made powerful, sexual connections with others. Erotic encounters that were the focal points of existence. Relationships that defined lives. Men from across history share their experiences, but is this the end of life’s journey, or the beginning of something new?
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It was late August, on a miserably hot and sunny Friday afternoon. I had left my lover Francois so I could be alone to work uninterrupted and I headed for the beach. I got there around early afternoon and parked my jeep on the street. I had only brought a towel, and sunscreen along with my hiking boots. It’s always wise to pack light going down that cliff. I spread out my towel on the sandy beach and stripped out of my clothes. The rigors of war and my lover, Francois, had kept my body in perfect shape tonal and otherwise. He was stickler for healthy eating and regular exercise. In my time they didn’t have gyms and trainers.
Hours ticked by and the sun was going down. I had what I came for, quiet and a tan. So technically I was doing just fine. As I was surveying the scenery, a handsome, well-built man also wearing nothing but a smile, strolled casually along the beach, checking out the one or two other men we shared the beach with. He looked me in the eye as he passed by, and I returned his gaze. Eventually, he came over to me and squatted alongside my blanket, and we talked for a while. Due to the American presence he had picked up much of the language. I suggested that he move his stuff near mine so we could talk some more, which he did.
As we continued to talk and slather each other with sunscreen, it became evident that we were both interested in more than conversation. It's hard to hide that kind of thing when you’re both pointin' rock hard dicks at each other! We continued, our conversation, getting more intimate as our cocks kept bobbing up and down between us. Then came the standard question that has survived the ages:”What are you into?” We laughed at the cliché.
We decided to go for one last swim in the ocean before heading homeward. Playing and splashing in the warm water, our bodies brushing against one another. We kept getting more and more turned on until finally we ended up standing in the waist-deep water, embracing each other and covering our faces with each other's wet kisses. We left the water and laid on the sand at the water's edge, me face down with my dick poking into the sand and him on top of me, kissing the back of my neck. His cock was long and uncut as most Frenchmen were, and it kept exploring the outside of my hole as he kissed and fondled me, rubbing his prick against my buttocks.
I raised my ass and his cock already wet with pre-cum found my hole and began to push in. As he fucked me, I felt very connected to him and the earth at the same time. It seemed as if we were the only people on Earth, and that we were frozen in time. He fucked me long and slow, for what seemed like forever. His breath became hard and labored as his fucking pace increased and his thrusts took on an urgency I had never experienced. We hadn't spoken a word since we left the water.
Cain Berlinger has published innumerable short stories in various gay publications throughout Europe and America. His self published books include essays on Black America, a book on meditation, a series of fitness books (under RD Cain) and several illustrated, as he describes them as “pure JO fiction”
He has lived in Holland, Germany and Switzerland for over a decade and now resides in New York City where he works as a life coach, fitness trainer, interfaith minister and party promoter. “I have no discipline for 9-5,” he says. His website is