A Return to the Beach

I woke up one morning last summer and looked up at the early morning sun peaking in through the open skylight. It was already warm. I lay in bed, naked, the sheet pulled across my waist. A couple of weeks earlier, my wife had left town for a couple of days with her friends. I had gone to my first nude beach, which had culminated in my first experience with a man.

We had both discreetly jerked each other off, lying on the sand as the sun started to fade. The thought of that whole day kept running through my mind. I looked down and my cock was making a tent of the sheet. I pulled the sheet back and gently slid my hand up and down the shaft, rubbing my finger over the tip, rolling the around the stickiness and touching my finger to my tongue to taste its saltiness.

I wanted desperately to go back. I had another day to myself. My wife had left again to see her sister. I thought about the encounter with the man. I didn't know his name. He was a little older than me. White haired, tanned, strong, with a thick cock. I knew the chances of his being there again were slim. By I also wondered who else might be there. I couldn't just stay in bed with this raging hard on. I got up, dressed lightly, grabbed a bag and jumped in the car.

An hour later I was back at the beach. It was somewhere around 10:00. Still early. The far parking lot was not full. I walked out onto the public beach. There were already quite a few families, camped out for the day, their kids splashing in the warm clear waters of Lake Erie. I turned and walked the kilometre or so down to the small stream that marked the end of the of the public beach and the start of the area reserved for nude sunbathing. As I walked further, past the driftwood corrals arranged along the dunes overlooking the beach, I could see there were already quite a few occupied by early birds. There were again, a combination of mixed couples, gay couples, and single men. Most were middle aged or, like myself, a bit older, and also like myself, some were chubbier and some were fit.

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I carried on again toward the end of the corrals. I found one that was a little sheltered, partly behind a dune. The driftwood was arranged about thigh height. Long grasses from the dunes, and a small scrubby tree provided some shade. There weren't many people immediately near by. I could see a few men on the beach chatting. There was a large fat man, with sandals and a floppy hat talking to a smaller slight man with a moustache and an tall lanky older man with a long uncircumcised cock. They could have been three neighbours in any suburb standing her their lawn mowers talking about sports, I undressed, and got out my lotion. I stood and rubbed lotion all over my body. The feeling of being out in the sun, naked and covered in smooth creamy lotion had the same erotic rush it had the last time. I laid down on my towel and felt the sun starting to rise high overhead. The beach began to fill. More people passed by. I would look as they passed, checking them out discreetly. It was funny to see people pass by clothed, and then minutes later stroll by naked. I could feel myself getting hot from the sun, and lying naked with my legs spread slightly as people passed was starting to give me an unmissable erection. So it seemed like time to go for a swim. I got up and walked quickly int the lake.

The water was a bit of a shock on my body, so I ran out a little and dove in. It felt like tiny electric shocks all over my body. I stretched my arms and legs out as I swam and loved the feeling of the water swirling around under my balls, on my erect cock, and between my legs. I turned and floated, looking back toward the beach. A few people had taken my cue and jumped in the water. Some were playing like school kids, splashing each other. Others were floating, their heads bobbing up and down. There were a few men standing in the water talking. The water lapping at their thighs. They faced out toward the lack. I watched them, looked at their bodies, their cocks. Wondered what they would be like.

I swam back and then got up and walked toward shore, past the men. I nodded and said hello and then walked back to my spot, and laid down on my stomach, stretched out my legs and felt a breeze blow across my wet balls.

The sun was high. It must have been noon. I laid there, thinking about my last visit. I remembered the feeling of the man's cum hitting me in the chest. I remembered the wetness, how it felt as it started to drip down across my belly. How he drew his finger through the cum and circled my nipple.My cock was rock hard underneath me, against the beach towel. I wasn't sure how I was going to address the problem. The beach at mid day was a lot more crowded than it had been at the end of day, and overt sexual activity was not really cool. As I lay there, focused on my cock, and dreaming about my experience, a shadow blocked the sun. I looked up, squinting. A man had walked up beside my corral.

He asked "is anyone here? Would you mind if I use this one?"

I replied "By all means". I smiled.

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He was a large man. Somewhere in his fifties. He has receding hair, and a salt and pepper goatee. He was chubby, Soft breasts and an ample belly covered in grey hair. He was wearing khaki shorts, and had a towel draped over his shoulder. He proceeded to set himself up, laying out his towel, lotion, a book. He stood up again. I was watching him, my gaze hidden by my sunglasses. He undid his belt, tucked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled his shorts down. He had a small uncut cock, but big balls. His grey pubic hair was long and he had hairy inner thighs. He stood, facing me, and applied the lotion. I watched him with interest. Having lived so long with this aspect of my sexuality hidden, I found this whole world supremely fascinating. He wasn't immediately someone I was attracted to, and wasn't sure whether he was just there for an allover tan, or whether he, like myself, craved something more. As he applied the lotion to his belly, his fingers moved down to his crotch provocatively, and when he rubbed the lotion on his cock stroked it a few times before beginning to knead his balls between his long pudgy fingers. I glanced up and noticed his eyes were fixed on mine. He turned away from me to apply the lotion to his back. His back was hairy. Not dense, but there was hair covering his shoulders and the small of his back. He rubbed the lotion on his ass with both hands, and pulled his cheeks apart, giving me a peek at his dark asshole.

He laid down and picked up his book. I left him to it and went for another swim. When I returned he was still reading. He looked up at me as I walked back and smiled. I noticed the book he was reading. I had read it myself a few years ago. It was a memoir from the fifties about a hustler and I remembered it being incredibly erotic. He saw me looking and asked if I knew the book. I told him I did. We discussed it for a while, and talked about New York in those days. He looked around furtively, and then started telling me about his first trip to a bath house. As he talked I found myself getting erect. He was an excellent storyteller, and I think his motivation was to see if I might be open to playing.

"Would you like to join me for walk?", he asked.

"Sure", I said. "Do you think there's somewhere I could pee?"

"There is, just up behind the dunes. " , he answered. He got up and grabbed his knapsack.

"Give me a head start then follow me." He said before climbing over the small dune and walking through the long grass to the trees behind.

I looked around the beach. It was fairly quiet. People were in the water, or lying on their towels. No one was paying much attention to the world around the, So I got up, walked up the beach a little, then turned and headed toward the woods. My knees were shaking with excitement. I didn't know what exactly was going to happen. My experience the previous week, jerking off the man next to me had been my first with a man. This was going to be something else.

As I got into the woods, I walked through the brush. The beach had been hot on my feet but here it was cool with soft fallen leaves and twigs. The branches brushed across my body as I walked, leaves teasing my hard cock. I found him in a small clearing. The bushes behind were dense, the dune provided waist high cover from the beach. The trees were sheltering, but we could still see the lake and a few people in the distance. He was waiting for me, leaning against the dune. He was stroking his cock. It was fully erect and surprisingly big. He smiled at me. I stepped toward him, until our bellies touched. He reached up, cupped his hand around my head and pulled me toward him. Our lips met and I felt his tongue dart into my mouth. I kissed him back hard, and put my arms around him and grabbed on to his ass, kneading it with my fingers. He groaned. I could feel him stroking his cock up against my belly. My own hard cock was rubbing up against his.

We kissed for a few minutes, lost on our private world. When I pulled away, he pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him. His cock was inches from my face. He was still stroking it. It smelled musky and hot. He stopped stroking. I looked up at him. His eyes were have closed, his head back. He took both hands and put them behind my ears, then drew my head to his cock. I grabbed the shaft and angled it into my mouth. It was the first cock I had ever sucked. I could taste his pre-cum. It was a little salty, but a also a bit sweet. I had the head in my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it, trying to trace the shoe of the head. I pulled away a little, grabbed the shaft tightly and licked the tip, then ran my tongue down the shaft, pulling it up so my tongue could keep going down to his balls. I put one in my mouth and sucked on it hard. The sensation was so new to me, yet familiar. I put the other in and did the same. With my other hand I reached between his legs, pulling his sack toward my mouth, then I slid my finger gently into his ass hole, and curled it toward me. I heard him suck in his breath quickly and he panted a little. He was still holding my head.

He grabbed my hair and pulled gently. I then grabbed his shaft and thrust his cock into my mouth again, this time taking it deeper. I felt it reach the back of my throat and I gagged. I pulled away a little. My eyes watering. Then I slowly slid it in again, this time I was able to take it a little deeper. I started to suck with a more regular rhythm. He was holding my head and pushing it toward him. I heard him murmuring "oh baby, that feels so good. Suck my dick."

I felt like a whore. It made my cock strain, it was dripping a steady stream. I was wondering if I was going to cum without even touching myself. I continued to suck, stroking him as I did. He was pushing my head harder, I started to stroke his cock faster, licking the tip, as I'd seen in a hundred porn clips. He grabbed my ears tightly and suddenly forced his cock in my mouth, as deeply as I could take it. I felt it spasming in my throat, and then my mouth filled with his cum. It was everywhere, I could feel it running down my throat, and it was dripping out of my mouth. He thrust his hips toward me, so my face was buried into him, my nose buried in his pubic hair.

I pulled away from him, my mouth full of his cum. I was about to spit it on the ground, but then I swallowed every drop. It was something I'd always wanted to try. It was thick and viscous, a taste I'd never really encountered. I stayed kneeling in front of him. I lifted his cock and licked a pulse of cum from the tip. His head was back and he was still moaning. I wiped the last of his cum off my face, and rubbed it on his belly. Then I stood and kissed him, our tongues dancing around each other. He licked my face, tasting his own cum.

I had almost forgotten about my own cock, but it was straining as hard as I'd seen it since I was in my twenties. I needed to jerk off right away. He turned and put his hands on the dune, his ass toward me.

"Cum on me. Cum on me right now." He panted.

I grabbed his waist with one hand and rubbed my cock frantically. Over his shoulder I could see people walking past, maybe 20 metre away. They were just a little too far to see us, but seeing them made me even harder. I felt my body tingle then convulse, by belly tightening, and my ass pushing forward. I came hard, first an explosion, then a long stream. I pushed my balls hard up against his ass, so that my cum went up his back and then spattered all over his ass, I looked down and saw the droplets in the hair on his back. I pulled him closer and my body went limp. I looked down at my glistening flaccid cock cradled between his ass cheeks. The sight made my cock twitch. We made our way back to the beach separately. I got back to my towel, grabbed some water and drank deeply. I could still taste his cum in my mouth and could smell the earthy scent of his crotch in my nose. He came out from behind the dune a few metres away. He passed a couple, I could see him turn his cum soaked back away from them. I smiled at the sight.

The afternoon passed Uneventfully after that. He stayed another hour, then slid on his shorts. He kneeled down on the sand as he packed his towel away and took out his phone.

"I'm not sure if it's something that would interest you, but I have get-togethers of "like minded men", and you'd be very welcome to join us"

"I would love that" I answered, much to my own surprise. "I have to be a bit careful, I'm still not fully out. But it's something I very much want to do".

We exchanged numbers, and I watched him stride off down the beach. He turned to look down at me as he left. I grabbed my cock and lifted it, and stroked my balls, in a small private farewell.

As I drove home, later, along the quiet winding country roads, I left my shorts open and stroked my cock, thinking about the afternoon. About halfway home, I pulled off onto a small side road and jerked myself to another shuddering climax, filling my hand with sticky cum. I licked it off my fingers and then zipped my pants and carried on home.

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