Ralph X conch shell
Ralph sat quietly at the beach, his eyes focused on the conch shell. Everyone was asleep, he had strayed from the group because he couldn't sleep. He was exhausted but restless, the temperature seemed to be rising. He moved a strand of his fair hair behind his ear as he looked to his conch. His conch, the conch that glistened within the moonlight. He ran his fingers gently through the conch's creamy texture, his heart was pounding. He loved that feeling, the smooth feeling that made him so hard. He was sweating, his orbs stared at the conch. Did he dare? He slowly put his finger inside the conch...
As his fingers slid into the conch, all he wanted to do was roam his fingers all around in it. He wanted to explore every inch of this conch, but fingers wouldn't be enough. He blushed, glancing down at his pants, his cock was throbbing with desire. All for a conch? Why did he feel so deeply for a conch? It was absurd, but felt so right. He unzipped his pants, threw them to the side along with his underpants. He smashed his cock right into the shell, careful enough not to break it. He threw his head back, releasing a loud moan.
"God!" He screamed, shoving his cock in and out of the shell. His penis was about to ejaculate, he thought back to when he was blowing the conch. His lips against the creamy texture, blowing and blowing till his hearts content. He felt the ridges of the conch rubbing against his penis, it only turned him on more. After two hours of endless bliss, he fell to the floor breathless. He looked to the conch, smiling. "Magic conch..." He whispered through heavy breaths, kissing the shell and falling asleep.

