Beach Encounter with Hunk wearing Army Uniform Bathing Suit

When I was a teenager my family took a trip to the Gulf Coast. We stayed at a big hotel right on the beach, an old-fashioned, elegant resort that towered 25 stories above the waves in a grand art-deco sort of way. They had a little chain of cottages running alongside, like little coral islands around a mountainous volcanic one, that ran around the back of the grand tower; they were suitable for families, and that's what we took. I was kind of sorry not to be way up in the tower, and have the huge view out to sea, but it was really handy being able just to make your own breakfast, tug on your bathing suit and run down to the beach.

The truly cool thing was they had a pier. It stuck out into the water for hundreds of yards, a long boardwalk about four feet above the waves.... And in fact the gulf beaches have such a shallow slope that even hundreds of yards out into the water, the water was still just up to your chin. Well, my chin - grown men were not in the water up to their chests.

But the waves out there had some heft to them. It was late summer - very hot, well, 96 or so, and of course, nearly 100% humidity. You could get a great sunburn if you weren't careful, with light coming at you from every side.

I loved it - it couldn't get too hot for me. The water was bath-tub warm, which was also great as far as I was concerned. I could swim for hours in warm water - especially salt water, which is so buoyant - I was and still am wiry, very lean. Bones and muscles are heavy, and it takes a lot of effort to float if you don't have any fat on you, but in salt water you can just play and play for hours, you never run out of breath.

I was probably about 5'3" then - I'd started to grow, but at that stage I was actually a little chunky, my legs were strong from bicycling. It was hilly around my hometown, and I'd bike around all afternoon, and my thighs were actually pretty well-developed - at least, compared to my arms and chest, which I was beginning to despair of. The other guys in my class were all bigger than me - well, they were older than me, too, I'd skipped a grade (but then so had James Louis, and he was nearing 6' already, with lanky muscles and shaving even, and I still wasn't beginning to bulge, except my shoulders).

Well, that's not quite true - in a bathing suit, I had quite another bulge. In fact, in jeans, it showed, too, and I had some style as a dresser. O God, Daddy took me aside somewhere around this time to explain how to "dress right," by which I realized he meant I was supposed to tuck my dick down the right pants leg and not make the fly of my jeans stick out. But he was so shy in trying to tell me what he meant, I just pretended he wasn't making himself clear, and he kind of beat a retreat. I wasn't about to dress like an old man.

Not when I had all that between my legs. I was like totally invested in my cock. It was really big, and given how slender the rest of me was, it was huge. BUT... that was all the bragging rights I had in the masculinity department. I kind of didn't want to grow up - especially if I wasn't going to be able to do it spectacularly and amaze everybody - as I'd always been able to do so far. I was a hell of a baby, then I 'd been an amazingly precocious little boy, and a brilliant 10-year-old; but puberty wasn't going so well, everybody could run all over me at football, I couldn't hit or catch a baseball (I was nearsighted, but nobody realized this yet) - so I was kind of in denial about becoming a man, maybe it wouldn't have to happen. But if it did, I did have a head-start with this dick - but it doesn't work that way. Dicks are way too hot to handle socially - a cute smile, a big chest... SO girls weren't falling all over me, and my longing for a close male friend was just starting to turn into a visible hunger, which the other guys could see before I could and it made them shy away.

But I was obsessed with my dick. I liked knit bathing suits that showed it off. My stomach was tight and slender, and though I didn't have much in the way of pecs, in fact with my clothes off I looked more impressive than I did in the kind of clothes we wore in those days. I was chiseled, the potential was there.... But the guys that had big chunky muscles made me despair.

Now I know why - it wasn't just because they impressed the girls - they impressed ME. I wanted to look like that, mostly so I'd have some power and not have to be so turned on by them. It probably doesn't work that way - the shysters who try to sell penile enlargement - through exercise or contraptions or surgery - all say that having a big dick gives you great self-confidence, but it's not true. They're just fucking salesmen, trying to make you feel they can sell you the very and the only thing you need to be content..... Having a big dick doesn't make you self-confident, though it MAY make you horny as hell and insatiably hungry for sex(...sigh).

In any case, the guys with the big muscles, I was hungrily envious of them.

If Daddy hadn't been so easy to defeat, maybe I could have talked to him - but he didn't seem to offer much help as an ally. If he had, I might have asked for a set of weights and built myself some pecs. I was athletic in my way - if we'd had a swim team or gymnastics, I could have gone to town.....

And here we were at the Gulf coast, and I WAS going to town. I was down at the beach all the time. My folks rarely saw me, except when I got hungry and came in to eat. I'd hang out in the bathroom in front of the mirror and check out how my tan was coming along - my eyes always look very blue when I tan, and my hair would lighten a lot and fly all over the place, it's very fine and uncontrollable anyway, what with cowlicks and a double crown and being very very thick and very fine...... And I also liked how sinewy I was looking - swimming all day was really sculpting me down, my biceps were beginning to look meaty, my pecs were sticking out, the curve from my ribs down across my navel into my groin was really beautiful, and at the bottom of all that came this sudden outcropping cock. Even in a wet bathing-suit, when it was all shriveled up, it still stuck way out, because my balls were big as lemons, and my yellow nylon speedo - well, it wasn't a speedo, whatever it was clung tight and started about an inch below my navel. And I'd run back down to the beach and read for an hour, so whatever I'd eaten would digest and I wouldn't get cramps when I went back in.

So there I was on the sand one afternoon, like 2 o'clock, when this guy in an Air-Force bathing-suit spreads his blanket next to me and strikes up a conversation. Like lots of country boys, I'm full of curiosity and easy to talk to. God knows what we talked about. I sure have no idea what I told him, but I found out there was an air-force base in Biloxi, which I hadn't known. I probably told him that my father had been in the Army Air Corps, and had been a pilot, and I was named after his co-pilot, whom I'd never met. I know I thought it was cool that they had uniform bathing suits-and I remember thinking he looked very good in it. There was some little insignia on it, I can't remember where, just over the thigh opening? But wherever it was, it made the guy look sexy as hell.

He WAS sexy as hell. He had a mess of muscles - not heavy, but still just bulging all over with them, big, globular glutes, with excellent dimples in hem, huge quads - I was very glad I had some thighs on me, it kept me from feeling too shrimpy next to him - big shoulders, beautiful squared-off pecs, with a storm of dark-brown hair sweeping across them and down his tight abs and into that cool bathing suit.

It wasn't knit - but he was packed into it. It was, I guess you'd have to say, tailored: a kind of grey-blue twill, with a sort of waistband, and some stitching at the sides, and leg openings that seemed to have been measured for those particular very sexy thighs of his. You couldn't see up them, and God knows, I kept trying.

They did seem to be awful tight over his cock - or else, he was sporting a somewhat swollen member. In any case he was incredibly easy on the eyes - and for some reason, he seemed easy to be around and charmed with me. It was so easy talking to him. He laughed easily, his eyes sparkled, his lips were very rosy - in fact, he was very tanned, a little bit burnt. His smile flashed white, so bright and easy. He kept getting out a chap-stick and apologizing as he smeared it on his lips, saying he'd overdone the sun and had to be careful to keep from burning - and he asked me to put some lotion on his back.

I'd been taking care of myself pretty well in the sunscreen department, reapplying it every half-hour or so when I was out of the water, so I was used to the drill - and I wasn't prepared for the heady feeling that began sweeping through me as I spread the coco-butter on his lats, up his shoulders, down into the arch of his back.

"Man, you've got a beautiful back," I couldn't help saying. I guess I'm glad he didn't say anything but just kind of wiggled his butt, which was the equivalent of a grin to me and relieved the tension.

"Feels good," he said. "Thanks - rub it in good for me, OK?"

"For sure," I replied, and began stroking his back in long sweeps, massaging it into him. He let his muscles soften under my hands, so I kind of sank into it.... I realized with a start I didn't want this to stop.

"Feels great," he said ...

"Want me to do you?" he asked, lifting his head and starting to sit up. "Whoa, look at those clouds - you know, we'd better think about getting off this beach pretty soon. There's lightning in there."

Sure enough, there was a distant rumble, and a cool breeze picked up almost at once.

"Want to go get a milkshake?" he asked. "My treat."

"Sure," I replied.

"I've got my bug parked right around the corner, let's run for it.'

The wind breeze was picking up; as I grabbed my towel, I felt sand blowing into my eyes -- at the same moment, I realized I had a big ass hard-on.

He grinned and looked down - he had one, too! As soon as he saw that I'd clocked it, he pulled his towel in front, looked around as if to say this is our secret, don't let them see, and like the wind we both ran off on the same impulse towards the pine trees at the curve in the road where he'd pointed out his car was parked.

As soon as we got in the car he put his warm hand on my thigh and stroked right up onto my cock. And he smiled at me, this huge radiant smile.

"Let's go find a spot in the woods," he said squeezing my cock.

My eyes must have been big as saucers; his huge warm hand was already in my suit, around my cock, against my belly, under my balls, and back out again onto my thigh as he revved up the VW and pulled onto the highway and headed east. It was amazing to see such a magnificent animal driving a car. Every move he made made something ripple, bulge, flex - his hand on the gear-shift led to a whole symphony of action in the triceps,delts, pecs, and his abs contracted as his knee rose off the accelerator foot and the other thigh flashed into action to push down on the clutch. And hten his hand went back onto my high, then took mine and placed it on his.

"Go ahead - whatever you want, " he said, and smiled. I let my hand flatten on his quads, stroke down toward his knee, then travel up the inside to his crotch. He smiled at me again, even bigger and said, "Sure thing, fella, check it out," and I ran my hand up onto the hard twill cloth and felt the bold outlines of his member,. He spread his thighs, and I eased it up to ward his hip-bone.

'Thanks, buddy - that was getting tight."

"I've been here about a year now," he said; "I know the back ways into the woods. It's all pines. Not a lot of farms, like where I come from. We'll be all by ourselves in no time."

He pulled into a Dairy Queen at a big intersection - "Milkshake?"

"Naw, just a coke for me, maybe some peanuts to go in it"

"You ARE a Mississippi boy," he laughed.

That took no time, and then he turned north - within 10 minutes we were in piney woods.

He found a logging lane and turned in - it was really a track in the sand, went a hundred yards, stopped, pulled a blanket out of the back seat, and smiling beckoned me into the woods.

It was thick, and then there was a clearing, the sun was coming back out, and he spread the blanket on the sandy soil under a tree.

And took off his suit.

Jesus.

His cock was huge - the first uncircumcised hard-on I'd ever seen.

"Can you stand it?"

On top of that, the skin over his lower abs was white as milk, with a beautiful blue vein running right down where the belly connected to the thigh, that mahogany thigh. His legs were thick with hair, but aside from a narrow streak of hair pouring down his belly from his wide chest, his belly was smooth...

He walked toward me, his cock bobbing and weaving in front of him, mesmerizing me.

"Can I take yours off?"

"Jesus...."

"Want to touch it?"

"Oh God...."

His hand as on my cock, just softly brushing me. I reached out and ran he backs of my fingers along his cock, which leaped at the touch.

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written by palucca