The late afternoon sun glimmered off the ocean, casting golden streaks across the wet sand. Cale, a young buck with sleek, salt-dappled fur, stepped out of the waves with droplets clinging to his flanks. His swim trunks hung low on his hips, heavy from seawater, clinging to the curve of his toned body.
He thought the beach was empty, just gulls and the whisper of tide pulling back. His breath still ragged from the swim, Cale wandered up the shore, out of sight behind a dune crowned with tall grasses. There, with the sea breeze teasing through his fur, he peeled off the soaked fabric.
His fingers roamed slowly, brushing over his own belly before slipping lower. The thrill of the ocean still hummed in his limbs, mixing with a warm ache growing beneath his skin.
Alizar Kazam
2025-07-16 12:39:54 +0000 UTC