There you go, son. You’re safe now. Just sit there for a while.Moments ago, the boy had been stuck i
There you go, son. You’re safe now. Just sit there for a while.Moments ago, the boy had been stuck in a perilous position, his young life hanging in the balance.Too busy having fun (and showing off his hot body), the young man was completely unaware of how soft and sludgy the sand is on this stretch of beach. A bit like quicksand, actually.He was doing handstands in the shallows, when along came a wave and catapulted him headfirst and ass-up into the wet sand. His frantically kicking legs and upturned ass were in clear view as I trudged from my beach house back to my chair and towel.His screams were too muffled by the thick sand he was trapped in, and by the pounding surf to be heard by anyone further along the beach.However, my hearing is top-notch and the very faint, distressed “mmmmggppphhh! Hllllllllpppppp!” floating up out of the sand reached my ears easily as I approached the poor, half-submerged boy.He was lucky I had been keeping an eye on him (and his ass!) for a good while.After watching him struggle and thrash about for a few seconds (it was hot!) I dodged his kicking feet, grabbed him and hauled him out.It took almost all my considerable strength.I knew he would be ok.After my chest compressions and resuscitation, he stumbled into the shallows to wash away the sand he had been half-buried alive in.He hasn’t spoken to me. Hasn’t thanked me for pulling him out and saving his ass. Too shaken up and embarrassed perhaps.When he’s recovered some, I’m going to encourage him to come back to my beach house - that’s it in the background - for a warm shower and a hot cup of tea with something special in it to relax him. All that struggling would have strained a few muscles in his obviously fit, healthy body.Nice ass, boy. Too nice to pass up. You’re welcome.I love beachside holidays… -- source link