Hidden behind a weathered rock, he watches the waves crash against the shore, their rhythm matching the one building within him. His cock, hard and aching, tents his trunks, and he can't resist any longer. He slips a hand inside, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft, feeling the pulse of his own desire. The beach is deserted, but the thrill of potential discovery only adds to his excitement. He strokes faster, his breath coming in short gasps, until he spills his load onto the sand, the sun witness to his private, beachside ecstasy.