Blacks Beach Memories

By jim.boski

Published on May 18, 2021

Gay

This series is based on my memories of a notorious Gay cruising spot called Black's Beach back in the late 70's.Please feel free to send feedback at Jim.boski@yahoo.com and please support this site to keep stories like these coming by donating to http://donate.nifty.org/

The Stud's cock was throbbing in my hands as I took a moment to catch my breath. I was starting to worry he would get tired of my struggling and look for a more experienced cock sucker, after all, it was still early and the sun was starting to break through the haze.I went back to licking all over his package trying to get it nice and slick for another throat assault. I thought to myself, here goes nothing as I opened wide and willed my throat to invite him all the way in. He grabbed the back of my head helping the cause. It started to break through the last defense when my gag reflex kicked in and I started to retch. He held my head in place until I finally had to pull off and said " I can't "

I looked up at the Stud with tears running down my cheeks, snot running out of my nose and a mixture of saliva and precum smeared all over my face. I was crestfallen to have the cock of my dreams set before me like a feast and I couldn't handle it.He grinned down at me, grabbed me by the hair and stood me up on my feet. I stood there shirtless and trembling with my white running shorts literally soaked in the front from my own cock juices and slobber that had run down my chest and belly to pool in my crotch. He still had me by my hair and he pulled me over to the old man's lap and pushed my face on to his blood engorged six inches. I was heartbroken that I was going to have to settle for some geriatric weenie rather than prime beef. It was really a nice sized cock but it seemed so small after experiencing the Stud's massive member. Oh well I thought to my self, I'll get this grandpa to blow his weak little load and then I'll put on some sunscreen, lay out nude and wait for some younger cocks to show up. So I went to work on the old man's tool figuring I'll see the Stud again when I'm more experienced. Grandpa was really getting into the blowjob I was dealing. He was still sitting on a horizontal tree branch using my now soggy tshirt to cushion his sweaty ass. I was on my knees with my face in his lap and he was fucking up into my throat as he pressed downward on the back of my head. He was pretty damn strong for an old guy. Just as I was starting to forget about the Stud, I felt two strong hands reach into my soggy running shorts from behind me and pull them down to my ankles in one swift motion. I lifted one leg and then the other and whoever was behind me kicked them off to the side...

Next: Chapter 7


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