The Man In Green

It was a seemingly warm August day on Bondi Beach in Sydney. The tail-end of an Australian winter. Michael Barnes had a large towel over one shoulder, and was about to relax on the sand and soak in the warmth of the sun. He was at a very confused part of his life. He was attracted to men with more enthusiasm than he could harness, but had neither the confidence, nor a valid reason to come out of the closet.

At 20 years of age, he was still wondering what to do with his life. He was working in a take-away shop to bide time until the university placements were announced in January. He had a slim build, with potential for toning. He had just joined a local gym, and would make his way there later on in the afternoon. It was now 1pm.

Michael adjusted his mirrored sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and made his way down the cement steps onto the sand. His sand-shoes were already in his bag tied together with the laces, in a granny knot for easy separation. He flicked renegade strands of his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes while judging the steps in front of him.

The beach was dotted with bronzed bodies, both male and female. Some with definite tan lines. Some were out on their first venture into the sun for quite a while. Their skin pallor was almost blinding.

Michael surveyed the area for a space between at least one cute guy, so he could engage in a little subtle perving. (Australian slang for staring lustfully!)

Only after a few steps Michael eyed an olive skinned young man wearing green speedos. After walking about three metres past him, he stopped with his back to the ocean, and spread his towel. When seated he began to rubbed sun lotion all over his warm body as he squinted into the horizon. He could see grey clouds clawing precariously over the blue sky in the far distance.

Lying down with his face up, Michael rested his head on his recently discarded shirt keeping his body perfectly still as he waited for his body to feel the heat from the sun.

Out of his peripheral vision, he could see the man in the green speedos, some five metres away. His face was totally covered by a white t-shirt. As Michael ran his eyes up and down the perfectly toned body, he imagined what his face would look like.

"Brown eyes!" He thought to himself. Then he saw movement. The man's hand moved upward and scratched his chest. There was only two small tufts of fine hair around each nipple, and a small line leading down to the string on his swimwear. In another movement his hand caressed down to his crotch, where he adjusted the bulge.

Michael instantly responded from the nether regions. He quickly turned onto his stomach to disguise his growing hard-on. He was only wearing shorts, but was very self-conscious about his private excitement.

Michael covered the back of his head with his t-shirt as he succinctly humped the sand, to get himself more comfortable.

Suddenly, the man in green quickly slipped a hand into his crotch to adjust his basket again. Michael had a rush as he caught a quick glimpse of the circumcised head of the man's cock. Michael's pupils dilated in anticipation of more. The man withdrew his hand, leaving a small window of vision between his pelvis and the seam of his swimwear. Only when he took a deep breath could Michael get a decent view of his piss slit as it twitched slightly.

Michael was now fully erect, and dripping with pre-cum as his mind ripped the green swimwear down to the man's ankles. His chest heaved as he absorbed, with euphoria, each movement of the man in green as he oozed with eroticism.

With a more sudden movement, the young man in green swivelled onto his side noticing Michael, then onto his stomach. He tucked his swimmers into the crack of his ass as he became still, once again. The man rubbed sun oil on his exposed buttocks while Michael watched in erogenous pain. Perfectly formed buns, and brown eyes, as he had suspected. His hair was dark brown, and strands hung wispy over his forehead as he placed his white shirt over the back of his head. He looked over to Michael and noticed him staring.

Michael instantly withdrew his gaze, and his dick grew slowly flaccid, as his imagined having his head beaten in by a narrow minded homophobe. Michael was rather melodramatic when it came to reasons not to advertise his unpent desires.

Michael covered his head and turned it in the opposite direction, so the young man would quickly forget that their eyes had met, and had done so merely by chance.

Michael did not dare move his head. He could hear footsteps in the sand approaching. He flinched as a figure passed by. Then opened his eyes to see a large female bather lumber toward the sea. Michael relaxed as the crashing of the surf permeated his ears. He fell asleep when a slight breeze danced across his naked back, lowering the temperature of it to an optimum level.

About half an hour later, Michael woke up when he felt a stinging. The wind had picked up, and was blowing sand with annoying force onto his back. He wriggled to negate the irritation, but the sand was sticking to the sun lotion on his back, arms, and neck.

He sat up, pulling his t-shirt over his shoulders. It felt horrible. There was sand everywhere! He didn't bother shaking his towel, as the sand would surely end up all over him. He hadn't noticed the man in green was still baking in the same spot. Not until the young man stood, almost instantly after Michael, and also began gathering his things.

Michael felt pangs of fear as he watched the young man out of the corner of his eye, staring at him. He was unsure of his intentions, but never the less, curious. He could walk quickly up to Bondi Road and just catch a bus and leave, or he could linger. The decision was made to linger. The guy was a hot young parcel, and Michael's semi-hard dick was a firm force in the decision.

He made a plan. Actually in wasn't a plan. It was a necessity. He needed to wash some of the sand from his body before he exploded under his skin. Michael walked faster as he noticed the man was definitely following, and made his way into the nearest toilet and shower block.

Michael then panicked. "I don't want anyone to know I like men!" Michael thought. He was by no means out of the closet, and he could not even bring himself to utter the word `gay', even in his mind.

There was a trail of moist sand leading into the hand basin area. All basins were vacant as Michael entered. There were one or two toilet cubicles with doors closed. Michael began by slowly rinsing his arms under the lukewarm water and washing unwanted sand down the sink.

The entrance door opened, and the young man in green entered, with his towel over his shoulder. Michael knew it was him without making eye contact. The young man stood behind, against a wall some three metres from the basins. Michael could see a reflection as he continued slowly irrigate his arms. He couldn't help but look in the reflection, but he darted his eyes around, as he continued to wash. Not keeping one point of focus.

"This sand is so itchy!" The man in green said out of the blue loudly, intended for Michael's ears.

"Yeah!" Michael felt compelled to stutter nervously while he absorbed the manly voice behind him.

The man in green dusted the sand off his shoulders and chest while Michael pressed his crotch against the sink as it suddenly engorged.

Suddenly the man turned around and lowered his swimwear to his ankles, and stepped out of them. He was now totally naked. Michael could see a small white line on the crack of his ass, that had not received the sun.

"It gets in everywhere, doesn't it?" The man asked as he casually turned around and began to dust the end of his cock. He had quite a large tool, surrounded by a small tuft of coarse dark brown pubic hair, and testicles hanging like marbles, either side of his dick.

Michael was almost speechless. He feverishly thought of something to say, so he would have an excuse to make eye contact. All he thought of was, "Yeah." Then "Nice tan!"

The young man looked into Michael's eyes, then lowered down to his hips. "How `bout you. Does sand get in yours?"

"No!!" Michael instantly replied, and turned back to face the mirror with a decidedly flushed complexion. He suddenly felt defensive and continued to wash his arms.

There was a pause of about thirty seconds as a middle aged man exited his cubicle before quickly washing his hands and leaving.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The man looked up and asked.

"No!" Michael answered with as deep a voice as he could muster, thinking. "Is this man trying to out me?" Then attempted to turn the tide. "Do you have one?"

"No." He answered, then mumbled almost inaudibly, "I don't like girls."

Michael was perplexed at this blatant sexual statement in a public place. A place where one or two men were walking in and out constantly. All probably straight. He felt pains in his stomach. He had never so much as kissed a man. Only fantasised. He was being asked personal questions by a man in a straight toilet. This wasn't how it was meant to be. But these negative thoughts were not telling Michael to walk out.

"Do you wank? (Australian slang for `jack off.)" The man asked quite loudly and proudly.

"I don't think that's any of your business!!" Michael spat back instantly ceasing eye contact.

"I'm sorry if I offended you."

"That's all right." Michael lied.

"What are you doing this afternoon?"

"I don't think that's any of your business!" Michael continued his defensive tone.

"I was just thinking..." He continued as if Michael hadn't spoken. " that we could go somewhere and have a.."

"I've got to go now." Michael said quickly as he picked up his towel. "I have to go to work." Michael aimed out the exit door.

"I'm sorry if I wasted your time." The man said without emotion.

Michael walked out as fast as he could, and power walked up to Bondi Road without looking back. He jumped on a bus, and waited until he was safely inside with the doors closed before he looked toward the pavilion to see if he had been followed.

He wasn't. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

Then he reviewed the situation. He was beginning to wish he had been followed. He was reacting like a straight man, and a prude at that. That guy was a dream come true. He almost pressed the stop button and prepared to go back. Then relaxed into the seat feeling nervous again.

Michael was far too flustered to go to the gym. Instead he went home, and had a quick sand washing shower, then lay on his bed reliving the day's events. While he thought about the young stud at the beach, he slipped his hand into the middle of his bathrobe, and began fondling himself. No-one would be home for hours so he slipped out of his robe and ran his soft fingers up and down his throbbing shaft as he closed his eyes and pictured the young man in green beside him.

He imagined the man's cock growing as he dusted the sand off, and after breathing heavy, he shot a steaming load all over his chest. Before he could wait for his dick to soften, he heard the front door slam. He quickly grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself up and slipped into some shorts and a fresh shirt.

Tomorrow would be another day. He wasn't working. With renewed confidence Michael decided he would go back to the beach the next day and see if he could find the man in the green speedos.

The following day, Michael rose at 11am and walked out of his bedroom. Then stopped, and picked up his discarded beach towel. Lifting it up to his nose he could smell the coconut oil combined with sand and salt. He took a deep breath and stepped into the shower.

As he lathered his body, he fondled himself until he was pointing to the ceiling. He was fully cleansed, and he reached for the bottle of moisturiser above his head. The phone rang, and the moment was lost. He wasn't quick enough for the phone either, so he dressed and made his way to the beach.

Michael stepped off the bus at Bondi Road at about 1pm. There was not even a hint of cloud in the sky, nor wind for that matter.

There were more people than yesterday, making it more difficult to scan for the man in the green speedos. He tried anyway. He started at the place he had been sun bathing yesterday. Not a sign. Michael walked all the way along to North Bondi, slowly trying to pinpoint the man. He reached the end of the beach with no luck,

"Maybe he's at one of the places I've looked." Michael thought. "He could've gone for a swim." He made his way in the other direction. He was so focused on the people on the sand, that he was totally dumb-struck when he felt a tap on his right shoulder.

It was the man in the green speedos!

Michael's heart sank purely from the shock.

"Hello!" The man said grinning. "Looking for someone?"

"Yes." Michael answered nervously. "I was supposed to meet...."

"Shut up!" He laughed "My name's Danny, and you are..."

"Michael!" Michael answered with a crooked grin, not realising he had begun to walk south along the beach with his, now named, companion.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" Danny smiled while looking at Michael.

"It is." Michael answered while actually looking into the sky.

"I'd love to get those shorts off you." Danny grinned deviously.

Michael was silent, as he turned bright red, but continued walking anyway.

As they walked along the promenade, Danny grabbed Michael's right buttock, and squeezed. Michael flinched, "Stop it!"

"You enjoyed it!" Danny laughed. "Look at that bulge! Let's go to my house. I can see you're hungry!"

"Stop it!" Michael chastised as Danny adjusted his crotch as they crossed Bondi Road and walked into the lobby of a high-rise block of apartments.

Danny lived on the floor, second from the top. He opened his door carefully, and allowed Michael to enter first.

As soon as the door closed. Danny stared wantingly into Michael's eyes. "I can see you're new at this." Danny said calmly. "I'll let you call the shots. Would you like it fast, or slow?"

"Slow!" Michael replied.

"So I turned you off in the toilets. Was I a bit `Wham Bam! Thank you Sam?"

"Yeah." Michael answered, as he placed his bag carefully onto the floor. "I'd really like to give you a massage. A full body massage!"

"All right! Come this way." Danny led Michael to the left into his spacious bedroom, and opened the sliding door out onto the balcony. The scent of sea air rushed in, and the crash of the waves delicately created a sense of isolation.

"Do you have any boxer shorts?"

"Yeah!"

"Put them on, and lie face down on the bed." Michael had acted this fantasy out in his head, many a time. Not to mention his hand.

There was movement in Michael's lower regions as Danny slipped into his ensuite bathroom. He soon returned with only a pair of white boxers, and a bottle of massage oil in his left hand. He silently walked over to the bed, with an impish grin imprinted upon his delicate face.

Michael knelt over Danny on the bed. He didn't touch Danny straight away. He surveyed the body. His broad shoulders were relaxed, and the hair on his legs was still. Through the thin layer of cotton. Michael could barely make out the tight ass beneath.

He started by grasping the top of the scalp, and kneading the loose skin in circular motions. Danny let out a slight moan. Michael slowly moved down to his neck and continued harsh circles, until his hands ached.

Danny's hands were by his side. Michael lifted each one slowly out to the side, and then massaging the hands and then the muscle between the elbow and the shoulder. Then brushing delicately the hair on his underarms.

Lowering his hands just past the shoulders, Michael ran his fingers down Danny's ribs, extending the tips toward his nipples, and back again, feeling they were erect. The muscle around his shoulder blades was extremely tight. Slowly he pulled the muscle from the flesh and rubbed it between thumb and fore finger.

With one hand still kneading, the other reached for the body oil. Then squirting a little on the other hand, and rubbing it until it was at the same body temperature.

Michael's underwear was extremely tight, as he hovered above the boxers, as he rubbed the small of Danny's pert back. Moving his knees further down, Michael rested his knuckles on Danny's lower spine, then pushing his fingers about an inch under the material. Michael could see his hands, through the cotton, as they cupped each buttock making gradual circular movements. Then slowly moving to the side where his buttocks were slightly indented. Danny flinched as Michael, in one movement brought both hands onto his hips and further underneath. Touching lightly, but not grasping, Danny's enormous tool, and balls as they rested uncomfortably elongated between his pelvis and the bed.

Michael removed his left hand and moved his right hand up the length of Danny's throbbing muscle and stopped at the tip. He quickly brushed the head with his nail. The whole thing spasmed, and his hand moved back down, cupped his brimming balls, and then resumed the position on the buttocks, now tighter than ever.

"Yes!" Danny moaned. "I gonna blow. Just touch my basket once more."

Michael removed his hands from the boxers and moved back up to Danny's scalp. He carefully lifted his head, and kneaded Danny's face carefully while supporting his cheeks in his palms. Danny grew silent.

Slowly he replaced his head on the pillow, and disembarked the bed. Michael walked to the end and rubbed some more oil into the reddened soles of Danny's feet. As he finished each foot, he lifted his legs slightly, and spread them, so he could peek into the exposed region at the base of the boxers. Danny's ball sack could just be seen. Slightly glistening!

Michael stood fully and removed his underwear without removing his shorts. His cock created a pyramid as it pointed to the ceiling.

"Close your eyes!" Michael said. "And turn over!"

Danny did as he was told. Slowly he flipped over. Danny was only half hard now. Michael stood onto the bed, straddling Danny's chest. He removed his shirt and shorts, covering Danny's face with his shirt. Michael was seven inches, and oozing pre-cum. He lowered himself, until his balls rested on Danny's bare chest. As soon as contact was made, Michael detected a response in Danny's skin. He turned around and notice the bulge in his sheer boxers was growing before his eyes.

Michael's hand reached out and released the manhood from it's servitude. Only the cock was poking out of the slit. Michael hand carefully grazed up and down, then turned around and exhaled warm breath onto it, keeping millimetres away from lip contact.

"Suck me off!" Danny begged. "I'm so hard it hurts!!

Michael turned to see if Danny's vision was still blocked. It was. He kneeled again raising his body from Danny's, and moved up to his face. He rubbed his dick onto Danny's right cheek. The slight stubble tickled. Just as Danny interpreted the stimulus, Michael removed it before a response. Then, just as quickly, he rubbed the tip of his throbbing cock along the length of Danny's bottom lip. Almost near the end, Danny tried to engulf it with his mouth. Michael pulled back.

Michael walked to the end of the bed again, and rubbed his dick onto Danny's soles. Danny's engulfed tool twitched with each movement.

Michael rubbed his hand up Danny's calves, gently pushing them apart. Then the thighs, feeling the hair on it's way up. Then under the shorts, caressing his tight balls, and then hips, until his inverted his hands pulled at the elastic, slowly removed the boxers, revealing Danny's euphoric cock and balls. Everything Michael had dreamed of.

He breathed again on Danny's penis, and balls. Then casually licked the head before quickly raising his head and planting his lips on Danny's. They tasted warm and masculine. Both explored each other's mouth with a sense of urgency. Michael quickly removed himself down to Danny's pelvis and engulfed the entire dick with his warm mouth. He took the thing deep into his throat, and then sucked on the head, flicking his tongue. The down again.

"Oh!" Danny moaned. "I'm gunna...."

Michael felt three pulsating sprits of warm jism enter his mouth. Once his taste buds adapted, his sucked even harder, massaging the balls until Danny let out a deep moan of relief. He was sweating profusely.

Danny sat up and began kissing Michael. Biting his lip, with his eyes closed. Ravenously sucking at Michael's cheek and licking his sticky forehead. Danny suddenly took control. He held Michael shoulders as he moved his tongue and mouth down and around his chest in swirling movements.

"Now it's your turn!" Danny had Michael's dick in his mouth no sooner than he had uttered his last word. Lapping up the oozing pre-cum, then deep throating. It wasn't long until Michael was pumping with his hips, and he too was spent.

Both were now steaming with perspiration, and hugged each other, nibbling at each others shoulders as they regained their breath. Then they lay facing each other silently. Their legs wrapped in each other.

The warm air danced on their naked, glistening bodies as they lay motionless and fell asleep soon after, with pelvises mingled, and scents combined.

Michael had not only found the person he was trying to find, in himself. Now he knew what was behind the green door. What would be waiting when he woke up? That he could only dream about!

Become a Patreon to support Taletopia!

written by tedbearmus