by Robert Neilson
The days are shorter, but the forecast for today is good. The sky is blue and cloudless, and it’s warm, so I’ll have one last day at the beach…
I’m in a t-shirt and shorts; I’ve got my towel and trunks in my backpack, along with water and cereal bars. I walk a bit along the beach, enjoying the gentle splash of the waves, and the view sometimes when there’s a fit dad playing football, or watching some of the scally guys with their tops off, bantering. Further along, it starts to get quieter.
There’s a broad sandy area up ahead with a grassy verge behind it. At one end of it, there’s a tanned guy; he looks Middle Eastern. He’s lying on his towel. He’s in red Speedos, which look really good on him. There’s a guy sitting about thirty feet away from him; he’s younger, in white shorts and white t-shirt with tattooed arms, sitting clasping his knees with one hand, mucking about with his phone with the other.
So, of course, I sit in between them. I get my trainers off, and peel off my t-shirt. The sun feels good. I take a swig of water and lie down. I’ve put my towel far enough back so that I can see them both. After about five minutes I see the younger guy slip his t-shirt off.
The other guy seems to be dozing, but occasionally he’ll rub himself, his hand grazing his nipples, or rearranging his dick in his Speedos. I wonder if his dick and balls are really sweaty, and I wonder if all of this is for effect, to see if I’m watching.
The younger guy calls over to me. “Going for a pee, mate. Keep an eye…?” I call back, “Sure!” He gets his trainers on, takes his phone with him, leaves everything else and heads off. I stare at the waves, but Mr Speedos distracts me. He’s rubbing his hand over the front of his trunks, and his bulge seems to be getting bigger.
It’s now or never and I go over to him. “Any suntan lotion mate? It’s hotter than I thought.” He nods towards it. “Sure, as long as you do me too.” I decide it’ll be better manners to do him first, so put some lotion on my hand and start rubbing it into his chest. He gets hold of his Speedos and pulls them down. His half erect cock springs free.
I rub my hand over his stomach to get the last of the suntan lotion off it and get my hand round his balls. I also get my mouth round his dick. It tastes horny as hell after being cooped up in his Speedos and before long I’m getting it as far into my mouth as I can manage. Mr Younger appears and sits down, watching us. After a minute he gets his cock out and starts stroking it.
Mr Speedos nods him over. While I’m blowing Mr Speedos, Mr Younger kneels down in the sand beside him, and I see Mr Speedos move his mouth greedily towards the hard on. I get one of Mr Speedos’ hips and pull it towards me; he gets the message and gets onto all fours, still blowing the other guy. I get my tongue in about his musky, sweaty arse, rimming him.
Then I slip my own shorts off, get a good lick of spit on the end of my dick, and get it onto his arse hole. This guy’s a skilled bottom, as soon he’s squeezing my cock further and further into his arse. As I get a good rhythm going I think this’ll be it, this’ll be how I’ll cum. But Mr Younger pulls his wet dick out and gets round behind me.
I feel him lube up my arse and then his dick is in me, as I’m fucking the other man. This is fucking magic, and all too soon it’s too much for me, and I shoot my load. I feel Mr Younger behind me shoot his load too, and Mr Speedos puts a hand onto his dick and jerks himself off with a few quick tugs.
I love the beach…
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