I had just moved to Oahu 1 12 months earlier.

The islands call you to them, but then have a way of testing you, and it was pretty rough here at first - I was pretty broke and lonely. One night I looked out of my window and started shouting at the Gods. "You called me here, and so far this sucks! I'm going out tonight, and I want to either find some money, or some thingy, or I'm moving back to California"! I stormed out of my apartment, and went to a local bar. 20 minutes later I look up . . .into the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. A gorgeous surfer boy was standing there 6'4", wavy dirty-blond hair past his shoulders - he looked like a young Matt Dillon with lighter coloring. Or a warrior angel. WOOF! I quickly introduced myself, and began some smalltalk.

He was only 26 - I'm 43 but don't look or act it.

Being kinda blunt, after about 5 minutes I asked him "do you find me attractive"? He said "hell yeah"! We made a few more pleasantries, and then he asked me if I wanted to take a walk on the beach. My heart started pounding, and my softness started to get wet. I said yes.

We strolled down to the beach. We knew what was coming. There is a spot where there's a breakwater so the water is only waist-deep. We crept along the jetty, took off our clothes, and got in the water, which was warm.

The moonlight danced on the water.

We made our way over to the breakwater, and started kissing.

There were a few people on the beach, so we had to stay as low in the water as possible. I got in front of him - I'm black, so I hid his golden body behind mine, and we were nearly invisible. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he braced himself against the breakwater, and he wrapped me in his arms, cupping my soft place. I'm 5'10", but he made me feel positively dainty - he was such a big guy. Clever little devil had managed to put a condom on too, in the water! Small waves were washing over us as they breeched the wall. He whispered "Are you ready? Don't worry, I got you. I won't let go". He slid himself inside me, and started playing me. Gently. I had to bury my face in his shoulder to keep the moans from reaching the people on the beach. He moved in and out of me, and we rode the waves, letting the ocean do some of the work.

I came really hard, and almost bit him I think I bit my hand to keep from screaming. Finally he whipered that he was ready to come, and was it OK? I whispered back "come, baby. I want you to". He started pounding me faster, and then he groaned. I could feel his length pulsing inside me. I came again too, clinging to his huge shoulders.

Then we kissed, and snuck back out to our clothes.

We walked back to my place, where we continued to play and masturbate for each other for another 17 hours - he came 8 times. God bless 26 year-olds!