OceanviewFtLaud
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I had been trying to think back about when I can remember starting more intimate encounters with men. I was in my thirties, divorced, and recently out of a relationship with a very jealous and possessive woman. She was extremely hot, but it was a very exhausting and draining relationship that I was relieved to be out of. I didn't want another relationship, but the lack of very regular sex left a big void in my health and well being!
I was thin, with a 29 waist, and in good shape. Maybe it was a bit of my narcissism, but I was proud of the body I had. I enjoyed the beach and sun, and I desired an all over tan, so I had started to go to a beach on Long Island, and walked west, away from people....til there was no one there. The dunes were rolling, and quite high in some places. I'd walk back in the dunes and I would lay nude with a cooler of beer with me, and I'd spend the afternoon there. I had a high pressure job with Macy's, and it relaxed me to be there alone, not talking to anyone....the sun, the ocean breeze and smell of the ocean! What a great way to spend a day off.
As I got more comfortable being nude, and was convinced I was alone, I would explore......walking around the dunes. They were quite deserted.....I even saw a deer there once! I found it so exhilarating walking around completely nude! I was getting tanner with every visit there, and the tan lines disappeared. I shaved myself smooth, and got tan all over my genitals as well.
One day there, during the week, I walked a little further away and in the distance I saw a kind of makeshift sunscreen up.... more like a sheet on a few broom handles. It was a few dunes further down, maybe another 50 yards. I thought not much of it and set up my towel and laid down.
During the afternoon I saw a muscular guy standing near the makeshift sunscreen, walking around a little. He was nude, and very tan all over, with blondish sun bleached hair, broad muscular shoulders, kinda barrel chested, small waist and ass. That's all I could see from the distance. Other than the occasional walker, I had not seen another person this far out in the dunes. I kind of put it out of my mind.
Toward the end of the day, I looked up again and didn't see him anywhere, but the tent was still there.
I did the same thing for a couple more visits to the beach. I'd see him, but I stayed to myself.....I couldn't figure out his deal.
Then this one Saturday......blistering hot, mid 90s..... I drank a lot very fast, and got very buzzed, and I may have had some weed too. I was laying down, dozing on and off from the high I was on. I opened my eyes and was startled to see him sitting a few feet away from me! I said nothing....and neither did he. I could see him better now. He had leather tanned skin on his face.....and tan all over his body, with no tan lines.
We sat there for 20 minutes or so.......saying nothing to each other. I felt myself getting hard...I was more and more excited about a guy watching me laying there nude. Then he leaned over.....seeing I was a little aroused.....I felt his hand slide across my stomach, and he took my cock in his mouth. I played the passive top, letting him suck, and not saying a word or moving. He was very good, and he sucked me deep down his throat, and I got very hard.
He was hanging over my stomach and thighs, almost doing pushups while he was sucking me. He sucked me, faster and faster, until I suddenly came......and he swallowed every drop. He wiped his mouth on my towel....smiled at me......and got up and went back to his camp.
I though about it all week, what he had done, and how great it felt, and how sexually satisfying it was. I felt a bit guilty too, about my masculinity, and if I was gay.
This happened a few more times over the summer, with no conversation.....ever. I realized how much I liked it, and I wanted it more. I justified it to myself. I wasn't touching him, stroking him, or sucking him. I wouldn't do that. This was truly no strings attached sex. He was doing everything to ME! Some days I wanted it, and I'd get hard in the car on the way there just thinking about it. I'd get there and walk around a little....nude..... making sure that he could see that I was there. Some days I'd see couples walking back there, usually looking for a place to fuck. And I wouldn't let it deter me. I just kept walking around nude. After all, they were in MY territory! I thought it was so cool to stroll by another couple.....them nude too....like everything was normal......
One day, my friend came over and started sucking me again, and I was good and hard. He was very muscular, about 48, I'd guess, and I could see that he had a very dark allover tan, tight abs, tight small athletic ass, and rugged handsome face. I wondered how many guys he would do this with in a typical week. I was admiring his body more and more every time I saw him, and I think I found him quite attractive. He was very masculine, and I liked that, a lot, I realized.
Well, this time he stopped sucking me and turned around..... and started to sit down on my cock. He held my cock, and guided it into his ass. I was shocked, and I couldn't believe what was happening. He moaned as it went in, and it felt very smooth. I wondered if he had lubed his ass. He rode me up and down for a while, and again I was the passive top.....not saying a word. He was stroking himself as he rode me....and eventually came, his white cum on his tan thigh. I was shocked he had done that, and again I couldn't say no.
I think that was the only fucking that we had....and our time like that was over 2 or 3 summers, until I moved away. I did go by his "camp" one time, and saw that it was set up like a campsite. He had constructed a kind of hut out of old pieces of plywood that had washed up on the beach..... a beach chair....a cooler with some snacks and drinks.
I was never sure when he'd get there.....or when he left. I was there as late as 6:30 one evening, and he was still there. He loved touching me, stroking my body. I was jealous of his deep tan, even though I had gotten quite dark myself. Sometimes we'd meet wandering the dunes, and we'd just acknowledge each other, never even having have had a conversation.
I don't remember ever having a desire to be more active in our encounters. I still had the belief that I was not gay, and wouldn't stroke a guy, or suck, or get fucked.
I always thought about our encounters all winter. I never had a desire to do more with him....he was just pleasuring me. During my frequent periods of self pleasuring, sometimes watching porn, I would think about him and remember how excited he would make me feel. I never told anyone about those summers.
I think I continued to be in denial that whole time. I'm not sure what we would have done if I had been open to anything. I felt a little guilty too. He liked me a lot, and I was rude to not react....to be so unresponsive to him. I was selfish, I thought. After I got over my guilt...years later....I realized how much fun I could have had with him.
I was thin, with a 29 waist, and in good shape. Maybe it was a bit of my narcissism, but I was proud of the body I had. I enjoyed the beach and sun, and I desired an all over tan, so I had started to go to a beach on Long Island, and walked west, away from people....til there was no one there. The dunes were rolling, and quite high in some places. I'd walk back in the dunes and I would lay nude with a cooler of beer with me, and I'd spend the afternoon there. I had a high pressure job with Macy's, and it relaxed me to be there alone, not talking to anyone....the sun, the ocean breeze and smell of the ocean! What a great way to spend a day off.
As I got more comfortable being nude, and was convinced I was alone, I would explore......walking around the dunes. They were quite deserted.....I even saw a deer there once! I found it so exhilarating walking around completely nude! I was getting tanner with every visit there, and the tan lines disappeared. I shaved myself smooth, and got tan all over my genitals as well.
One day there, during the week, I walked a little further away and in the distance I saw a kind of makeshift sunscreen up.... more like a sheet on a few broom handles. It was a few dunes further down, maybe another 50 yards. I thought not much of it and set up my towel and laid down.
During the afternoon I saw a muscular guy standing near the makeshift sunscreen, walking around a little. He was nude, and very tan all over, with blondish sun bleached hair, broad muscular shoulders, kinda barrel chested, small waist and ass. That's all I could see from the distance. Other than the occasional walker, I had not seen another person this far out in the dunes. I kind of put it out of my mind.
Toward the end of the day, I looked up again and didn't see him anywhere, but the tent was still there.
I did the same thing for a couple more visits to the beach. I'd see him, but I stayed to myself.....I couldn't figure out his deal.
Then this one Saturday......blistering hot, mid 90s..... I drank a lot very fast, and got very buzzed, and I may have had some weed too. I was laying down, dozing on and off from the high I was on. I opened my eyes and was startled to see him sitting a few feet away from me! I said nothing....and neither did he. I could see him better now. He had leather tanned skin on his face.....and tan all over his body, with no tan lines.
We sat there for 20 minutes or so.......saying nothing to each other. I felt myself getting hard...I was more and more excited about a guy watching me laying there nude. Then he leaned over.....seeing I was a little aroused.....I felt his hand slide across my stomach, and he took my cock in his mouth. I played the passive top, letting him suck, and not saying a word or moving. He was very good, and he sucked me deep down his throat, and I got very hard.
He was hanging over my stomach and thighs, almost doing pushups while he was sucking me. He sucked me, faster and faster, until I suddenly came......and he swallowed every drop. He wiped his mouth on my towel....smiled at me......and got up and went back to his camp.
I though about it all week, what he had done, and how great it felt, and how sexually satisfying it was. I felt a bit guilty too, about my masculinity, and if I was gay.
This happened a few more times over the summer, with no conversation.....ever. I realized how much I liked it, and I wanted it more. I justified it to myself. I wasn't touching him, stroking him, or sucking him. I wouldn't do that. This was truly no strings attached sex. He was doing everything to ME! Some days I wanted it, and I'd get hard in the car on the way there just thinking about it. I'd get there and walk around a little....nude..... making sure that he could see that I was there. Some days I'd see couples walking back there, usually looking for a place to fuck. And I wouldn't let it deter me. I just kept walking around nude. After all, they were in MY territory! I thought it was so cool to stroll by another couple.....them nude too....like everything was normal......
One day, my friend came over and started sucking me again, and I was good and hard. He was very muscular, about 48, I'd guess, and I could see that he had a very dark allover tan, tight abs, tight small athletic ass, and rugged handsome face. I wondered how many guys he would do this with in a typical week. I was admiring his body more and more every time I saw him, and I think I found him quite attractive. He was very masculine, and I liked that, a lot, I realized.
Well, this time he stopped sucking me and turned around..... and started to sit down on my cock. He held my cock, and guided it into his ass. I was shocked, and I couldn't believe what was happening. He moaned as it went in, and it felt very smooth. I wondered if he had lubed his ass. He rode me up and down for a while, and again I was the passive top.....not saying a word. He was stroking himself as he rode me....and eventually came, his white cum on his tan thigh. I was shocked he had done that, and again I couldn't say no.
I think that was the only fucking that we had....and our time like that was over 2 or 3 summers, until I moved away. I did go by his "camp" one time, and saw that it was set up like a campsite. He had constructed a kind of hut out of old pieces of plywood that had washed up on the beach..... a beach chair....a cooler with some snacks and drinks.
I was never sure when he'd get there.....or when he left. I was there as late as 6:30 one evening, and he was still there. He loved touching me, stroking my body. I was jealous of his deep tan, even though I had gotten quite dark myself. Sometimes we'd meet wandering the dunes, and we'd just acknowledge each other, never even having have had a conversation.
I don't remember ever having a desire to be more active in our encounters. I still had the belief that I was not gay, and wouldn't stroke a guy, or suck, or get fucked.
I always thought about our encounters all winter. I never had a desire to do more with him....he was just pleasuring me. During my frequent periods of self pleasuring, sometimes watching porn, I would think about him and remember how excited he would make me feel. I never told anyone about those summers.
I think I continued to be in denial that whole time. I'm not sure what we would have done if I had been open to anything. I felt a little guilty too. He liked me a lot, and I was rude to not react....to be so unresponsive to him. I was selfish, I thought. After I got over my guilt...years later....I realized how much fun I could have had with him.
