Sun-Soaked Strokes

 The Brinefang Sea glittered under a fierce midday sun, its azure waves lapping softly against the Iron Net, Brak’s weathered fishing boat, its oak planks creaking with each gentle roll. Brak, a fat, stocky dwarf with a broad, hairy chest and a thick gut that spilled over his beltline, sprawled naked across a frayed wool blanket on the deck, his short, muscular legs splayed, his black beard, braided with bone beads, damp with sea spray. His thick arms, matted with coarse black hair, rested limp at his sides, his ruddy skin soaking up the sun’s relentless glow. The boat drifted alone in the vast sea, the horizon a shimmering line pierced only by the sharp cries of gulls, the air heavy with the briny sting of salt, the fishy musk of drying nets piled in the stern, and the warm, woody scent of sun-baked planks.

Brak had stripped nude soon after setting out, craving the sun’s unfiltered touch on his stocky frame. “Fuckin’ perfect day,” he growled, his gravelly voice lost to the waves, the sun’s warmth wrapping him like a molten cloak. The sunlight was a living caress, its golden rays sinking into his hairy skin, heating his chubby gut with a radiant glow, prickling the coarse curls on his chest, and bathing his thick thighs in a sultry embrace. Each bead of sweat bloomed like a tiny prism, the sweat’s scent sharp and musky, a raw, masculine aroma blending with the sea’s salt, filling his nostrils with a heady, primal tang. His fingers brushed his gut, the sweat’s slippery texture slick and warm, sliding under his touch, the dampness amplifying the sun’s sensual burn, his skin glistening like polished bronze in the light.

His thick, short penis rested against his hairy thigh, the broad head flushed a deep pink, thick veins snaking along the girthy shaft, nestled in a dense thicket of black pubic hair. The sun’s heat teased his cock, the warmth pooling in his groin, stirring a slow, insistent throb that hardened his shaft, precum beading at the slit, catching the sunlight like a glistening dew drop. “Damn sun’s got me riled,” Brak muttered, his hand drifting down, calloused fingers wrapping around his cock, the velvety skin hot and taut under his grip. He stroked slow, savoring the sensual drag, the precum slicking his palm, warm and slippery, his cock pulsing, veins bulging
as he worked, the sun’s rays glinting off the wet head, his hairy gut quivering with each pull.

The sweat poured now, rivulets tracing the creases of his gut, pooling in his navel, the slick, salty film cooling briefly as the sea breeze whispered across his skin, only to be reheated by the sun’s unyielding glow. The smell of his sweat grew potent, a raw, earthy musk that mingled with the briny air, grounding him in the heat of his body, the scent as intoxicating as the ale he’d downed last night. Brak’s strokes quickened, his thick penis throbbing, the broad head slick with precum, the boat’s bench creaking beneath his stocky frame, the waves’ rhythm syncing with his grunts, his climax building like a storm on the horizon.

Just as his balls tightened, a soft splash broke his focus. A skiff, the Salt Beard, drifted a stone’s throw away, rowed by Torf, a fat, stocky dwarf with a blond

beard and a chubby gut, his hairy chest bare, sweat gleaming on his ruddy skin under the sun. Torf’s thick, short penis, slightly curved with a slick, pink tip, jutted hard from his open trousers, precum dripping onto his skiff’s deck, catching the light. “Oi, Brak—ye’re givin’ the sea a fuckin’ show!” Torf called, his voice a lustful chuckle, eyes locked on Brak’s glistening cock, his own hand already stroking his curved shaft.

Brak paused, hand gripping his precum-slick cock, a grin splitting his black beard. “Caught me, ye salty bastard—wanna make it a game?” Torf’s smirk widened, “Aye—let’s shoot for each other’s boats, ye horny fuck!” They maneuvered their boats closer, the gap narrowing to a few feet, the waves rocking them gently, the sun’s heat a shared furnace stoking their lust. Torf stripped fully, his stocky body glowing, his curved cock throbbing in his hairy hand, precum streaming, the pink tip flushed, veins pulsing along the girthy shaft, his chubby gut jiggling with each stroke.

Brak leaned back on the bench, legs spread wide, his stocky body bathed in sunlight, sweat streaming down his hairy chest, the musky scent rising, sharp and primal, mixing with the salty sea air. The feel of sweat was a slick, hot sheen, sliding down his gut, pooling in the creases of his thick thighs, the dampness tactile and warm, amplifying the sun’s radiant touch, each stroke of his cock electric in the heat. His fingers glided over the veiny shaft, the broad head hot and slick, precum oozing onto the blanket, soaking the wool, the sun’s warmth making his skin tingle, his pulse pounding in his ears. “Fuck—look at ye leakin’,” Brak growled, eyeing Torf’s cock, his own shaft throbbing, sweat dripping from his brow to streak his cheeks, the slickness clinging to his beard.

Torf sprawled on his skiff’s deck, mirroring Brak, his hand pumping his curved cock, the pink tip glistening with precum, sweat dripping from his blond beard to streak his chubby chest, the musky aroma wafting across the water, blending with the sea’s briny tang. The sun’s heat was a golden weight, sinking into his hairy thighs, warming his balls, making his cock throb harder, the sweat’s slickness easing his grip, his skin shimmering under the light. “Aye—ye’re a fuckin’ fountain,” Torf panted, his curved cock leaking, sweat pooling in his navel, the sun’s rays glinting off his slick skin, his stocky frame trembling with each stroke.

The sea’s gentle rock added a rhythm to their strokes, their boats drifting closer, the waves’ splash mixing with their grunts, the air thick with salt, musk, and the raw scent of their arousal. Brak’s climax surged, his thick penis pulsing, veins bulging, precum dripping onto the blanket. “Fuck—now!” he roared, cum erupting in thick, white ropes, arcing through the air, splattering onto Torf’s skiff, hitting the deck and streaking Torf’s hairy leg, the warm, sticky fluid glistening in the sun, its musky scent sharp in the salty air. Torf groaned, “Take it!” his curved cock unloading, cum shooting across the gap, landing on Brak’s blanket, streaking his hairy gut, the hot, musky load mixing with his sweat, the sun’s heat baking the fluids into his skin.

They collapsed, stocky bodies heaving, sweat-soaked and cum-streaked, their thick, short penises softening, leaking final drops, the boats rocking gently. The sun’s warmth lingered, a warm caress on their sweaty skin, the sweat’s musky scent blending with the sea’s salt and the faint tang of cum, the air heavy with their exertion. “Fuckin’ fine shot,” Brak panted, wiping cum from his gut, grinning, his black beard matted with sweat. “Aye, ye hit me good, ye randy bastard,” Torf chuckled, scooping cum from his leg, his blond beard glistening. The Brinefang Sea stretched on, its waves washing the boats, their sunlit show a fleeting mark on the endless blue.