When I was in graduate school at UCI it did not take me long to find one of the hottest cruising spots for both gorgeous men in Speedo swimsuits and great cruising in the bushes by the rocks -- South Laguna's fabled West Street Beach. I don't know how long it had been a must see Gay Hot Spot, but in 1978 it was the hottest place for eye-candy and sex and tricking that I had ever seen.
Unlike most places with summer flair, the best weather in Laguna comes after Labor Day rather than before it. Since classes at UCI wouldn't start until the latter part of September, I practically had the whole month to play on the beach and in the bushes and play I did. I was there practically every day and it was a bad day if I did not meet someone to suck off in the secluded areas or even in the surf and who wasn't more than willing to return the favor. Sometimes I'd even start fooling around on the beach with some guy and then he'd ask me to his house or his motel room or we'd just do something in his car, scary but sometimes the hottest sex was the car sex. There were many stairs to walk down to the beach but sometimes as the fall days got shorter I'd meet someone on the steps while leaving and it did not take long for us to remove our Speedos lube up my cock and his ass and fuck right there on the stairs casually acknowledging the other men who were passing and usually would stop and join or at least start jacking their dicks as they watched us fucking.
It was a very sad day when the weather changed and it was too cold to go to the beach but I still managed to meet guys at West Street in the late fall and winter months and if that didn't work there was the cruisy park in central Laguna or the UCI bathrooms and the nearby Junior Colleges.
I had a lot of fun during Grad School. The cruising and the sex were great, but the most exciting and satisfying time happened on Easter Sunday of 1980. April 4th was a gorgeous hot day that year, the first in a long time. I was almost finished with Grad School and I was in the mood for some boy-play so it seemed an ideal day to head for West Street Beach.
I got to the beach around noon that day and it was already packed with my favorite eye-candy, young guys in well-packed Speedos, just like mine. I found one of the few unoccupied spots, set myself up, oiled myself up for the burning sun, and like everyone else on the beach I was still looking rather pale with only the slightest hint of last year's tan line. Of course I didn't even think of a sunburn, my mind and my cock were on a completely different wave-length - I wanted to meet a hot guy who would take me home or who I could take to my home who would let me fuck him for hours. I was still young enough that I could come at least three times, more if put to the test. In fact I used to have a running joke with my bath-house buddy that we could not leave until I had fucked at least five guys and come in all of them. Sometimes my buddy would be dead tired due to the lateness of the hour and the sex and he'd be looking for me pointing to the clock and I'd say I have to fuck my fifth guy. Ah youth.
So having gotten settled I decided to check out the surf. Sometimes if you didn't find someone on the beach removing your Speedos once you got in the water and swimming with them around your neck could lead to all kinds of surprising and wonderful action. I swam around for a little while with my hard dick freely hanging out for any guy to swim by and suck for as long as he could stay under water. I didn't get off that way but it sure was fun.
In April the Pacific Ocean even in southern California can be pretty brisk so I didn't last that long in the water. Carefully putting my Speedo back on and trying to conceal my hardon (Speedos do a very poor job of hiding a fully engorged cock) I attempted to surreptitiously return to my towel. I'm afraid I got a few knowing glances and when I sat down I noticed a guy I hadn't seen since college some eight years before. I had never really been attracted to him and had never considered the possibility of his being Gay but here we were on a well known Gay beach in the midst of a very large group of Gay holiday makers and of course we recognized each other, started chatting and catching up and he introduced me to his group of house guests who were in Laguna for the Easter weekend and one of these houseguests was someone I became very interested in. His name was Brian and he had actually been in my class at college but I had never met him. Boy did we connect because he was just as interested in me as I was in him.
The guys invited me to bring my stuff over to join their group and of course I set right down next to Brian. At first we just chatted with each other, then we started touching each other and kissing in full view of the circle and the rest of the beach and then we moved to stroking each other's cocks in our Speedos. Both of us were totally turned on we knew that we would have to stop this or things would really get out of hand.
At this point we were both going crazy. The host of the house party expected his guests to go out to dinner so we really couldn't do much but ogle each other until the dinner party was over. Once it was over however I asked him back to my house which I shared with three other straight students, and I wasn't out to them, so I figured out a way to sneak him up to my room on the second floor, closed the door and we stripped each other while locked in a deep tongued kiss. We could not wait to get our mouths on each other's dick and when we did we went at each other like animals. It was so hot but 69 is fun as an appetizer but my real passion is the main course and having lubed up his ass and my cock fortunately Brian was the bottom I had been looking for that day and I was the top he had been hoping for. The first time we must have fucked for a good half hour and the sun burns we had gotten in that hot April afternoon now glowed angrily with the pain that usually accompanies them. We didn't have tan lines we had burn lines. But at this point we did not care. The fucking was so good for both of us and we had to stifle our cries of pleasure for fear of waking the housemates. We fell asleep in each other's arms but after a couple of hours my hardon had returned to full strength and I was ready to go again, so was he. Then we slept another two hours but I was so hot for Brian this time I entered his welcoming asshole without asking and came in his butthole once again. A few hours later this time he was sore and it was time to go.
At this point in my life in spite of my truly randy behavior I was still quite closeted to most straight people so I maintained a pretence of respectability so believe it or not since there was a balcony off my bedroom from which you could climb down to the street so believe it or not I made this very hot and satisfying trick use the Don Giovanni exit. But I had had a wonderful time. Two tears later when I was working in San Francisco he called me out of the blue and invited me to spend the weekend with him. But that's another story.
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