Chuck Rockwell

You are walking home, and you get a text from your boyfriend, Chuck Rockwell. It's been around a half year since you two got together, and it was perfect. He was always there for you, never left you, and he was nice, charming, and selfless. The text read, "Hey my love! Just got out of the gym. Another amazing workout, and I even got a couple new people to train! Been an amazing day! Only one thing can make it better! YOU!! Come on down to the beach. I need some relaxing, and you're the only thing that will do." You go to the beach, and you look around, and you don't see him. You walk around, and you see Chuck's footprints heading to a small alcove, a more private section of the beach that no else really knew existed. The kind of place you can go to be alone and still enjoy the beach. You go there, into the alcove, and you see Chuck Rockwell laying there. You get closer, and you see he's naked. He's laying on his red beach chair, and he's sweating lightly from his day at the beach. His cock throbbed, erect, and he flexed his muscles in the chair, looking up at you. "Hey my love. I had an amazing day. But you know what would make it even more amazing?" He asked, looking up at you. He smiled. "You, here, with me. Now." He said, smiling, and when you moved closer, you could smell his sweet, woody, powerful musk, not too overpowering, but enough to tell you he's sweaty. He pulled you closer. "Come here, my love. Let me hold you close, and show you just how much you mean to me."