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He had that young, lean, edgy look that said to me he hadn't been around the block often enough to have become jaded. This turned me on immediately, and when he looked at me with a shyly desperate appeal in his eyes, I knew I had to give him the release he didn't know how to request. I smiled and made my move toward him with as natural and confident an appearance as I could muster with my heart pounding the way it was. I knew he needed me to be sure of my moves to make up for his own jumpiness.
My guess made him a college student around nineteen or twenty who had just begun to explore the sexual feelings aroused in him by other men. About five foot ten, he had a wiry build and little body hair. He must have known that things went on in these bushes above the beach, but probably told himself he was just going up to take a leak. Once in the thicket he was overcome by the sexually charged atmosphere and his cock strained and stretched at the material of his bathing suit.
I wasn't the only bush-whacker who'd noticed him, but I could sense that he was more open to me than to the others nearby, so I stepped to his side and told him I knew of a quiet spot hidden nearby. I put an arm around his shoulders at the same time, gently squeezing him in a one-armed hug while firmly turning him a bit and starting to walk with him before he'd had a chance to say anything. He seemed relieved to have the decision made for him and went along willingly.
When we stopped in the small hollow in a ring of thick brush, I indicated the base of a tree as a prop for him to lean against, and ran my hand down his trembling belly, dropped it to the rounded bulge at the bottom of his crotch. His balls were heavy, pulled tight and high with nervous tension. A dark, moist spot began to spread in the nylon at the end of the bulge of his cock. I dropped my head to his chest, taking one small, pink nipple lightly between my teeth and flicked my tongue across the tip, then opened my mouth further and swirled my tongue around that nipple and then moved to the other. He began to moan softly, and I dropped further to lap up the pre-cum that had soaked his Speedo, taking the nylon wrapped tip of his cock into my mouth briefly. He shuddered and whimpered, and his hands began to clutch tightly at my shoulders, wanting to urge me to move faster but too shy to push.
I pulled the waistband of his suit away from his belly to clear his cock and then with my other hand at the back quickly dropped the brief to his ankles. His cock swinging free and twitching, was a milky, pale white laced with blue veins. It widened about a third of its length away from his groin, becoming about twice as wide as it was thick from its upper to lower sides. The head of that cock was wider still, a helmet with wide, rounded lower lobes, and it looked as though it might burst like an overinflated balloon. This guy needed relief! I took his balls from behind in one hand and gently pulled and rolled them, while my tongue narrowed to a hard, small tip and moved up the seam of the scrotum in front to the base of his cock. Then I widened and softened my tongue to lick the full width of the shaft of his cock in a slowly zig-zagging movement up to that most sensitive spot between the lobes of the corona, where I narrowed the tip again, spinning it in that spot briefly before closing my lips firmly around the entire head. He gasped and trembled violently and for a moment pushed at my shoulders as though to stop me. I held the head of his cock just inside my lips but lifted my tongue away from it inside my mouth. With my hands, I stroked his chest, his belly and finally cupped his hard, round buttocks, softly at first - how smooth and firm they were! Then, with my hands on those sweet buns, I slowly pulled him toward me, forcing his cock deep into the back of my mouth. I brought the full length of my tongue firmly into contact with the length of his cock, and after one or two swirls from side to side, I relaxed my throat and took him deep, until my lips pressed into the fine brown hair at his groin. I began moving my tongue slowly, but had hardly begun when I felt his body tense and then his cock throbbed again and again as his load exploded into my throat. I held him tightly as his knees buckled and his weight sagged against me. His cock's spasms continued for long minutes, finally slowing, then subsided to twitches as I held it firmly with the full length of my motionless tongue.
When I felt him beginning to relax a little I tried a little, soft movement with my tongue - evoking a deep groan from him, and a move to pull away - I stopped, but held him in my mouth while my hands roamed slowly, softly, caressing his shoulders, chest - those delicate, budlike little nipples, his hard little belly, then back to his butt to press him even deeper into my throat. More groans and sighs met this and the renewed slow movement of my tongue, but now he made no attempt to pull away. His cock slowly became hard again, and guided by my hands on his hips, he began to thrust into my throat. I pulled back a little and, using a widened, soft tongue, slowly licked the area under the head of his cock until his whole body quivered and the clear, sweet fluid began to flow like honey. Then I pulled him deep into my throat again, withdrew, and then plunged deep again. With the third stroke, his cock jumped and suddenly my mouth was filled with thick, hot cum. I pushed down the full length of his cock and as his groin ground tightly against my face, visions of sheer, wooded mountains and sun-drenched, rushing rivers burst through my mind and my body began to convulse with his.
Finally, we rested silently against each other for a moment. Then he was himself again, nervous and shy. I gave him a hug and he was gone. I stretched and smiled at the bright sky. Awesome!