At the Beach
I wake up disoriented. The sun on my back is hot and I can feel the sweat pooled in the middle. I roll over, glad I woke up before I burned--hate to peel this early in the season--and look for some sunblock and my sunglasses. I stand up, fix my chair so I can sit up a little bit, then look around.
The beach is getting pretty active--lots of college kids today, must be getting close to break or something--but it's not what you'd call crowded. There's a couple a few yards to my right, the girl watches me towel off, smiling, but I'm more interested in the guy next to her: a young blond, muscular and tan. I can't help staring at him while I towel off, admiring his wide shoulders, narrow waist, flat stomach and the impressive bulge in his crotch.
I'm getting a little bit turned on just looking at him, so I put my shorts on over my swim suit--his girlfriend is still watching and I don't want her to get the wrong idea! She smiles--I guess she thinks I'm looking at her--and I smile, too, glad I've got these dark sun glasses so she can't tell where I'm really looking. I sit down and rub on some sunblock. It's white and creamy and it looks like I'm smearing hot cum around on my stomach--my mind's really in the gutter today--and I imagine that it's his, the blond guy's. I rub it in 'til it disappears, doing my arms and legs too. So now I pop the top on a cold beer from my cooler and lean back and relax.
There are some guys playing volleyball down the beach. Looks like fun--maybe I'll join 'em later. I'd probably have a hard time keeping my mind on the game though, considering my state of mind today. The sun's hot, and it feels good on my skin. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the beach: laughter, radios, wave slapping the shore.........a breeze picks up, and I smell someone's tanning oil, sweet and kind of coconutty--"shark bait," we used to call it. I look back at the blond and see it's his. He's rubbing some across his chest and I think, yeah, I'm the shark, there's the bait! His chest is smooth and hairless, and even from here I can see his nipples sticking out, I guess from the breeze or the rubbing or both. He sees me watching and smiles--I guess I've been staring and smiling, too.
So I take a drink and look away, but keep watching out of the corner of my eye. He's working on his legs now, strong, runner's legs, and I'm thinking how I'd like to be over there, rubbing oil over his entire body. This gets me hard again, and I look down at my cock standing erect, proud, veins full and pulsing.
I look back over at the blond, and he's watching, rubbing his crotch. I can see the outline of his cock, too, bulging against his bikini shorts, begging to get out. Then he reaches down with his other hand and pulls them off, setting his meat free--and he's big, nine inches I'd guess, maybe more, with a nice sack hanging below. He squirts some oil on his cock and strokes it, getting a full hard on now, up and down, up and down, and I unconsciously mimic him, stroking myself, up and down.
He reaches up and tweaks his nipples, first one then the other, and smiles at me again, still playing with his hard rod. I smile back and lick my lips, hinting at what I'd like to do, like he really needs a hint by now. He looks down at his cock, then back at me, beckoning me over. Of course I oblige, you might say eagerly, nearly falling down as I get out of my chair. I walk over, my dick bouncing with each step, until we're eye-to-eye. He says "Hi," still stroking. "Hi," I say back, and reach over to play with his nipple, still hard.
He smiles at this, but doesn't say anything else, so I don't say anything, but I don't stop either. He sits down, pulling me down to the towel with him. I push him back so he's lying down, still gently twisting and pulling at his nipple. I can tell he really likes it, too! I grab the oil he was using and squirt some on his stomach and chest. It's hot from being in the sun so too much comes out, but that's o.k. I rub it around--it really brings out the definition in his stomach...he must do a lot of sit-ups to get like that. Then I reach down and grab his cock--my fingers barely reach all the way around--and stroke it for him, lubing it up more with the oil left on my hand.
He just puts his hands behind his head, closes his eyes, and smiles, letting me work his meat for him. I'm still stroking myself, too. My dick isn't quite as big as his, but it's still pretty big, and having a hot, hard cock in each hand really turns me on. He's got pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock so I lean over and suck the head of it. He leans up to watch, the muscles in his stomach tensing, really rippling.
I keep stroking the base of his cock while I work my tongue around the big, full head. My nose is filled with the smell of all that tanning oil...it doesn't really taste like it smells, though, but it's o.k., kind of a neutral flavor. I can taste his pre-cum though--a little salty, maybe from the ocean. He leans back again, relaxing, enjoying himself. I move down and lick his balls, taking them one at a time into my mouth. Meanwhile I've re-greased my hand from the excess oil on his stomach and chest and I'm stroking the full length of his cock again. It's rock hard and I can feel his heart beatin the blood pulsing through it.
He's making little animal sounds of pleasure, probably not even aware he's doing it. I don't want him to come yet, so I sit up for a minute. He opens his eyes and says "Don't stop!" "Don't worry," I laugh, "I've got a better idea." I grab the oil again and really lube him up good. He doesn't know what'scoming...I wonder if he's ever fucked a guy before. Then I straddle him, my cock hard and almost in his face. He's looking a little worried, like maybe he thinks I want him to suck me now: really clueless -- makes me grin. "What?" he says."Nothin'." Then I ease back so the head of his dick is nestled against my ass.
I'm wondering if I can take his cock--he's big and I don't let guys fuck me in the ass very often. But you don't run across an adonis like this very often and I really want to feel him inside me. All of him. Deep inside me. "Uh," he starts, but before he can protest I start working down over him, getting the head of his big cock inside my tight asshole. He's kind of wide-eyed, realizing what this is going to be like, and I slide down over the rest of him. I don't think I've ever felt a cock like his--so long and hard.
I start to work myself up and down, slowly, getting used to it, watching him start to enjoy it and.......I must have dozed off again--man, what a dream!! My cock is rock hard and it's kind of obvious, even with my shorts on (it's a good thing I put them on!). I look around, but nobody's looking--the girl is sleeping, and the blond, boy of my dreams!, is down playing volleyball. I'm kind of willing my cock to go down, but it's not working. My beer is warm, so I reach over and get another one, and my towel, which I use to hide my hardon. I can't sit here with a towel draped across my lap all day, though--someone'll figure it out sooner or later--so when no-one's looking I make a dash for the water, shorts and all.
The water's still kind of cold, so I swim out fifty yards or so and back. This brings me down pretty much so I can get out. I look down the beach, thinking this would be a good time to play some volleyball, but they're on a beer break I guess, or between games. Some of the guys are in the water, but I don't see the blond anywhere.
Probably just as well--I'd probably get hard again. The sun's in the west now: I must have slept longer than I thought. I'm kind of hungry, too. Beer all day just doesn't cut it. The showers are way down the beach, near the parking lot, so I grab my towel and sunglasses and head that way. There's a lot of hot guys out today and I cruise them behind my glasses, letting my mind wander, wondering if any of them are gay...that dream really left me horny and my balls are aching to blow.
Before I know it I'm at the showerhouse. I can hear water running, so there must be someone in there. I'm not real big on public showers--I guess it's a hangup leftover from high school P.E.--but I'm not too shy, either, and what the hell, I'll at least get to look at a man today! So I step in and shuck my clothes, putting everything in a locker. My cock gets semi-hard, glad to be free finally. I look at it swinging there between my legs, and massage my balls, trying to get the ache out. Of course there's only one way to do that! But not here...I step around the corner to the showers and...it's The Blond.
He's got his back to me, the shower's spray hitting him in the face. Instant hardon--I'm back in my dream, only this is for real! I move closer, glad his eyes are closed, to get a better look, and notice his arm is moving--he's jacking off in the shower! Oh man, I'm thinking, this is too much, this is my lucky day. I reach down and pull on my cock, already wanting to cum. I move around to the shower next to him and get a real look at him.
His cock isn't quite as big as in my dream, but he's still got eight inches plus. He got it lathered up and he's stroking away, lost in the spray of warm water, unaware that I'm watching. Bliss, I think, and stroke myself more. I want to reach over and touch him, but I'm not stupid, just horny.........I turn on my shower, instantly cursing myself--the blond hears the water and jumps, opening his eyes. Uh oh, I think, here I am watching him and jacking off too--I'm dead meat.
He's embarrassed, caught in the act, and his cock wilts a little bit. He sees what I'm doing (oh no, here it comes), and gets hard again. My dick had lost it, too--I'm ready to run--but he starts stroking himself again, grinning, and I start to get hard again. I guess he's got some tendencies he's been hiding, or maybe he just likes to put on a show. Hey, I'm not complaining! So I grab some soap and work up a lather myself and match him, stroke for stroke. What a turn on!
My balls are begging to shoot their load, my cock throbbing in my hand. The blond is watching me, jacking himself off, one hand on his dick, the other on his balls. He slows down--must be getting close, then he looks down at himself and with three quick thrusts he shoots. What a load--cum hits the wall, once, twice, three times, and then I shoot, only my cum hits him--one long stream, then.....I wake up. I'm in bed and I just shot my load all over Tony sleeping next to me. It all comes back to me: the hot sex, letting him fuck my mouth, taking him deep-throat, the wrestling, playing. Wow, Tony was good. Hell, WE were good! And then that dream. Wow! I don't remember the last time I had a wet dream. And what a wet dream!
I lay there reliving it, letting my heart slow down, then I curl back around the real live hunk in my bed. I think about how we're going to fuck each others' brains out when he wakes up and I drift slowly back to sleep, waiting for Tony to wake up.....