thighs mounted the legs which cascaded into a sinewy behind-the-knee and then fanned out in almost perfect symmetry as the calf muscled hugely and divided evenly on both sides.

Dick had darker skin. His hair was black and wavy, very soft; the kind that gives you the sinking urge to touch. As a matter of fact his whole body was the kind that almost whispered to be touched. The skin was so rich and firm and smooth that to touch it would be like running your hands over a marble statue by Michelangelo.

The sand had held them in its arms for quite a time when Dick reached over and playfully slapped Pete on the cheeks of his buttocks. Pete grabbed the offending hand and pulled Dick toward him. But Dick was as handy at wrestling as he was with the weights. It wasn't long before that calm sand was etched with masculine patterns. First an arm print as Dick pinned Pete's arm out-stretched to one side. But with a heft, Pete turned Dick onto his own out-stretched arm and then was on top. But a quick knee kick from Dick sent Pete sprawling backwards. Dick didn't hesitate a second and took his advantage. In an instant he was atop Pete and pinned his arms out to both sides. Pete laughed at his quick defeat and swung his head upwards and playfully nipped Dick on the chest. With a pretended cry of outrage, Dick jumped up and ran toward the surging surf. When Pete reached the water the slight chill that met his body stopped him short. He raised up on his toes in a refreshing stretch, thighs bulged hugely as the intoxicating storm of blood surged through his muscles.

Two magnificent bodies dove gracefully into the water. Rested from the sand's warm nourishment, their bodies felt eternally alive as the cooling water rushed between their arms and legs and swirled about their naked, excited bodies.

The sun began to sink . . . with it went the ebb of the tide. Soon the water was silent.

Silently they walked from the sea. They went toward the barracks they had moved that day. It was theirs for now. The sand whispered and changed with each fading hue of light. The dunes stood silent and mysterious, beckoning ghosts against the darkening woods. Two ibis in beautiful formation flew westward into the purpling horizon heralding a darker and more wonderful adventure.

Jean Vitesse

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