Guy On The Beach

It's really nice when. sometimes you are feeling a bit despondent, say laying on the beach seeing all the guys and gals having fun, and all you'd like is for another guy come and chat you. Up. Such as it was over the Eater weekend when I went to a local beach to see what talent may be going. You know it is guys, the ache and desire for another like yourself. - after an hour I guess I was getting a little impatient, so I took a stroll to the local toilets, just in case... although I never thought of myself as a toilet basher because you usually get all the base guys inn there, the ones that just want a quick suck or fuck over the toilet basin, no that's not for me, been there, done that but only once, once was enough. My idea is that if I hung around a little another guy may get the message, come to me and we could have a real relationship together, I mean like when we could spend time with each other in the comfort of our private pad or such.

But no go there either few came and went but never noticed me. I strolled back to were I was originally on the beach and made myself comfortable in my swimming gear, hoping if I laid a certain way, I may just lure a sweet guy - I have often been told my bum is adorable and I have the most perfect thighs. But do you know what, all I seemed to attract were girls, fat ones, skinny ones, not so bad ones, all giggling and carrying on as girls do.

No I wanted a guy, with the same attributes as I, well more or less, to put it bluntly, a nice well equipped set of tackle.

I was just about to give up and go, thinking it was not my day, when this older guy stood above me looking down, I could tell he was eyeing me by the way he looked. He sort of smiled and I returned the smile. Okay he was about twenty years my senior, about 50ish I gathered but he had a nice smile and a great stance, and anyway I was that desperate for a meet - after trying to invite somebody in the gay rooms of my computer, do you know they never turn up when you make a date! He sat down next to me, his eyes still affixed on my lower half.

"I'm Mark," he said "you?" "Pete" I returned and we were soon in conversation. He was down on holiday and looking for someone just like me to share some time with, like maybe a few hours in his holiday apartment, he wasn't slow and I liked that about him. It was almost as though he'd sussed that I was desperate for it and I really was. Already going through my mind was what he would be like, meeting a new guy was always a thrilling and wonderful experience and, having never been with a guy that much older before, it was something new.

"How about we go for a little drink to break the ice and then you come up to my flat, I really go for you, Pete - you are such a turn on."

We sat outside a small bar and enjoyed a tipple, the way he talked was getting me more and more exited, he had that certain delectable tone and of course our conversation covered our sexual history and our particular turn ons which were more or less compatible with mine, the big thing was he was a giver and I was thinking just how lucky was that when I had always been a taker, you know what I mean Huh? I had no qualms about sucking ass but fucking was out of my ability, and anyway I could never retain a hard-on - no I was much happier having a guy fuck me anyway. The way he was talking made me flush I knew it, and he noticed. "Perhaps we should now get back to my place to sort you out!" he chuckled.

I'd go for that, no problem. I wanted at that moment to be all ass for Mark, Id' be anything he wanted me to be and he could fuck me to his hearts content, I was that desperate for it.

He said his place wasn't far and on the way, given the opportunity, I enjoyed his very first feel of me, when he stroked my ass all over and squeezed me underneath, for a moment we were private so I stopped to let him have a good feel, leant forward against the wall. It was so divine and already I just knew I would love this guy, he had that certain quality of touch and composure I liked most and, closing my eyes I was already imagining us both locked in a glorious sixty nine position.

I must have gone into a daze, enjoying that so much because I heard steps, someone coming up the lane. He took his hand away and said to come on, it wouldn't be long.

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Do you know what? I don't think I have ever been so infused so quickly when we arrived, it was a luxurious place, this guy had money, he was stripping me like there was no tomorrow, an d me him, he had a fine body for a guy of fifty and I wanted to indulge as much as I could see did he, we were soon scrimmaging on his bed, exploring each other, his hands feeling me everywhere, his face pressed against me, sniffing and licking me in all those very important private places, and it felt so natural to respond straight away, soon after so very long, I was enjoying the feel and taste of cock again, and it was so very good, his was cut and a beautiful specimen, nice and thick and about seven inches, which already I was imagining the feel of it sliding up me.

I sucked it gently, savouring the moment, brilliant! And it was so nice to hear his generous responses, showing that he was really enjoying like I was with him doing likewise, perhaps one of the most intimate things a guy can do with another guy is to sixty nine, there it absolutely nothing more intimate and revealing, getting right to the root of the matter you could say. I guess we must have spent ages just doing this to each other, I must have been reeking of cock by the time we went on to other things and you know what? It was brilliant, the smell and taste of cock again I mean, and Mark's was no exception, strong and throbbing, feeling the pulse against my tongue as I cradled its plum with my tongue, sucking out his p-hole, tasting that, so good and so sexually stimulating, and when I felt his tongue do the same to me I knew we were both onto a good thing and yearned for the feel of his hot fuck inside me.

I didn't have to wait long, he rolled me over ion my side, took me sideways, a little rubbing of some really stimulating cream, and then the feeling of his cock slip into me no messing, I was all ass for him, wanting it so badly, now all that aching would go and at last I would be gratified by mark' s great deep fuck inside me, I was soon full of him, his cock wedging tightly inside, making me pant and moan as he thrust deeply and strongly, and when we came it was like a volcano erupting, his fuck was like that, and that would not be the end of it, later I took two more, in different positions, and my favorite bent high over the arm of the armchair as he spanked and pounded me with a good honest deep fuck, What a great meet that was. Mark certainly made his mark on me!

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