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Cut-Cock Beach
Vince hoped to hell he hadn't been in the sun for too long. Whenever he got to enjoying the freedom and warmth of the beach he strode on to the sand with every intention of restricting himself to just twenty minutes in the sun before moving in to the shade -- reluctantly. Aware as he was about the dangers of the sun's rays, once comfortably moulded into the sand absorbing the delicious warmth, caressed by a gentle breeze from the ocean his resolutions always went to hell. It was the fate of all too many blanched workers who abandoned their cramped offices or workbenches each year to take wing for warmer climes and foreign parts and who then lose all sense of time and proportion. They surrender themselves to the glare of the sun on their first day out. Caution was thrown to the winds, while the seductive warmth took its toll. Within hours, pale skin turns bright red, shirts began to scratch on sensitive scorched shoulders and it frequently meant keeping off the beach for the next couple of days.
Sun and sand proved a potent combination to the inlander seduced by the delicious trance the elements engender. Whatever their sexual status, the sun creates a sensual pocket of warmth within their swimming trunks, the heated fabric hugging the length of the cock deliciously, massaging it with the slightest movement of the body. The balls tingled to the eroticism of moist heat between the legs creeping from their scrotum, if their legs were slightly apart, then along the line of the perineum threading towards their asshole.
Without a second thought, so many men would gently brush their erect nipples, trying to appear as if they were brushing away a few grains of sand but in reality thrilling to the feel of their flat hands as they slide slowly across their sweat-lubricated chest.
The warmth was doubly rewarding for the circumcised man lacking the foreskin cover that would otherwise shroud his glans, acting as an added barrier between cock and trunks.
Vince could never take his eyes off swimming trunks -- speedos or briefs in particular. Whilst pointing his head in one direction, the eyes behind the dark glasses were always focused elsewhere gazing at the bronzed male bodies scattered around the beach. A rapid inspection of the pecs and abs, then his eyes moved down to the crotch. How often he had observed a sunbather in that blissful state of sun-induced euphoria react to the heat, the cock hardening in a series of small jerking movements as the shaft expanded, easing its fleshy bulge along the crotch into the groin. Vince would watch the cock intently, hoping for the appearance of a small black spot in the trunks, indicating precisely the geographical position of the cumslit. This was always another clue to the whereabouts of the glans. The sight of this rounded knob caused him to experience a frisson of tremendous excitement. His eyes would narrow as if they were trying to penetrate the enclosing material to collect every scrap of information about the penis. He would assess the size and roundness of the cockhead. How deep was the titillating ridge around the glans? A prominent one indicated a circumcised cock. His imagination thn proceeded to fill in the detail -- the sexy upsweep from the cumhole to the ridge of the cock; the tight, tight head it bordered, its twin nubs puffed and silky parting to make way from the stringskin of frenum that its owner would stroke with a finger repeatedly as he threw himself into the all-consuming passion for the glory of cock with the dizzying, creaming finale that ended each session of masturbation.
When guys wore white swim-trunks, he could sometimes see the raised band of circumcision on the cockshaft -- the point at which the shaft changed color as its skin contrasted with the lighter shade of what had formerly constituted part of the inner foreskin topping the shaft about an inch below the circle of the hardened helmet.
How he longed to move along the sand a little, to bend down to examine the circumcised love-muscle at close quarters, and, if it were permitted, load his tongue with saliva, to run gently along the length of the swollen vein protruding from the lower side of the cockshaft as the dick stretched, full-bloodededly upwards on the man's stomach. A "full-size" cock, he remembered being told as a teenager should reach as far as the bellybutton.
Sadly Vince couldn't indulge his fantasies on this occasion. The beach was populated by only a handful of people, their brightly-colored towels and swimming paraphernalia scarring the pure whiteness of the vast expanse of beach.
He stiffened slightly as he gazed along the sand. What was this? Another figure approaching from the right, moving with a leisurely, rambling movement along the ever--changing foam fringe of the ocean.
His gaze shifted constantly from the sand beneath him to the open sea, endless...blue...a cooling vision in itself.
On one of his rare glances elsewhere he obviously noticed another solo male sitting in the shade of a palm, resting chin on outspread hands which lay over one another, themselves resting on his raised knees.
His gaze lasted just a split second too long to be casual. He had time to gain a quick impression of the age and appearance of the lone beach dude. But then perhaps Vince, too, held his return glance a little too long, for after a few paces, the young man looked in his direction again. Vince stared back unflinchingly. Unsubtle, but effective maybe, he thought to himself.
Certainly some kind of message passed between them because the male changed direction and ambled up the beach to where Vince sat.
"Hi. Being careful with the sun, huh?"
It was a reasonably original opening gambit, thought Vince, mildly amused.
"Yeah. I once got terrible sunburn and it ruined the rest of the vacation. Couldn't move for days. The skin was so tight."
"Tight skin, huh?". The stranger smiled, revealing a row of perfect, gleaming teeth. The glint in the eye as he spoke the three words caused Vince to wonder if they conveyed a hidden message.
He decided to play it for what it might be worth.
"Yeah. Really tight as fuck."
"A tight skin must be so inconvenient,"
It seemed to be working.
"Yeah," Vince responded. "I don't normally suffer from tight skin...anywhere."
The guy smiled again.
"Nice and loose skin always huh?"
Vince's cock began to expand just a little. He was sure...the guy knew what it was about. Maybe shared his fetish for circumcision.
He removed his head from his hands to lower his knees so he could stretch out his legs on the sand -- full length and wider than would normally be the case. His crotch was now suggestively in full view as his circumcised penis continued to swell a little further.
The stranger's eyes flickered downwards, just long enough to take in the shape of the cock now progressing bulkily along Vince's belly.
"To be honest," he remarked to the accompaniment of the killer smile, "I wouldn't have thought you had a lot of skin to BE tight. Quite the opposite."
Vince realised that his heart, as novels coyly put it, seemed to miss a beat. Wow! The guy was fucking well into it. Even if he wasn't, he sure knew about it. Well tutored in matters of the circumcised cock, obviously.
"You're right, dude, I don't. Skinless. Clean as a whistle."
"And blown like one, too, I reckon!"
They both laughed heartily.
"Andy," he said, extended hand. "Orange County."
Vince imitated the movement.
"Vince Lucas -- Denver." The handshake was masculine, firm and dry.
The thought ran rapidly like en electric current through Vince's mind.
"Fuck. This is the same hand the stud used to rub up and down his cock when he milked it."
He managed to utter a few words of sense.
"Why don't you take a seat?"
"Well I'd like to, man. Believe me, but I've only got a few more minutes then I gotta go."
"Why not stay a little longer? What's the rush. You're on vacation, surely? Be cool and let's talk..."
"Believe me, man, there's nothing I'd like more than to talk. I think I can guess what interests you. And what interests you also interests me."
"You're into it?"
"Oh yeah. YEAH. Always been into circumcised cocks ever since I first got a hard-on, then when I found there were two kinds of cocks I got extra-hard. Mention the word and my dick twitches
He looked down.
"You, too, I see. Fuck! That's a beautiful cock you got there. Been watching it harden up. That fucking cockhead looks just like the kinda thing I like to look at...and feel around.!
Vince's heart-rate had increased considerably.
"In that case why not hang out awhile."
"Like I said that would be terrific. But I got a dentist appointment in Tabora, so I gotta drive to the other side of the island. If I don't make it in time, I'll still have to pay. Fuckin' dentist's also away for three days as from tomorrow so daren't miss him. I got this trouble with a filling. Only one I got and the fucking thing dropped out this morning when I was crunching breakfast at the hotel. Ached like hell, man so I took a coupla painkillers and my mom made me put whisky on my tooth to numb it. Worked, too."
"Your mom?"
"Yup. Staying with her. The old man died three years ago so I thought I'd spent one vacation with her here. She loves the Caribbean and Lorenzo specially. Says it has what she calls `an old English atmosphere.' And everybody speaks a language she can understand".
The smile reappeared.
"Yeah," Vince replied. "That does make life easier. My Spanish is pretty crap. I just came to get away from everything. But it can be a bit lonely. Coupla bars in Tabora and I even got groped there two nights back."
"Wow! Would never have thought that would happen on a small place like this."
Vince knew what he meant.
"True enough. But it was very late...or very early," he laughed. "We'd been drinking rum and cokes for hours, and I got into conversation with this local guy. He was really goodlooking. And I could see from the bulge in his shorts there was a humongous cock hanging down his leg. Couldn't see if it was cut or uncut. We got talking sex. HE said they always like to seem pretty regular here but strange things go on from time to time."
"How did he get to grope you, for fuck's sake?"
"Like I say, it was late, the mood was mellow and we were in a little corner where the end of the bar curved round. Low lights, and suddenly I felt his hand on my inside leg."
Vince's cock was pressing upwards from his trunks as if it would burst right through the shiny material. Even the briefest glance of an experienced eye would recognise his circumcised status. The round ridge of glans was so apparent it might almost have been naked.
"Jeez. Who'd have thought it. Maybe Lorenzo's livelier then I thought. But tell me more man. You're getting me all excited."
"Don't tell me! I can see the whole fucking thing there. I reckon that cockhead's gonna burst."
Andy continued with his narrative.
"Yeah. I was freeballing. Can get so humid here at night. I kinda froze as this black hand slid up my inside leg. I was so hard to keep talking to him face to face as if nothing was happening Man! All the time he was moving upwards up to the fuckin' hem...then on til he got to the balls. Brushed against them then felt for the cock. Course it was so fucking hard by this time. Ooh, you got one huge cock, the guy said and cupped his palm over my glans and screwed his damp palm round and round it while my precum was seeping out. Fuck! I could hardly stand! My legs went all wobbly."
"I bet," said Vince, enviously. "Wish that had happened to me. What then/"
"The head got slicker and slicker and I thought maybe it was time to suggest we moved off somewhere. But as he was feeling the cockhead he leaned a bit closer and whispered "You're circumcised so tight. Wonderful, man. I always like that about Americans. They all got circumcised cock."
"Well, not all," I told him and then he said his was so hard and that I could feel it f I wanted. DID I want?. Man! Big cock! It was like a black salami down his leg and balls like eggs hanging in a really huge sac."
"Was he circumcised?" asked Vince tensely.
"No. The locals don't circumcise. Had an overhang of about an inch of foreskin. A long tassel. If only he had it stripped off the dick would be the rage of Denver. Or at least with my buddies. Great big fuckin' cockhead on the thing, too once I rolled the foreskin back and forth along his black length. Loose skin, too. Slid up and down easy. But I really turn on to circumcised dick."
"Me, too. Wish you didn't have to go more than ever now."
"Man. Life always turns out like this! I meet you and then I got get out. Like that's what I gotta do now. And I haven't even had chance to see your cock."
He glanced down again.
"Still, I can see what you got quite clearly. The glans is fuckin'wicked."
"It's a biggie," Vince agreed. "Wish I could have seen yours, too. Like they say - fair exchange"
Andy thought for a moment or two, then looked round to left and right. There were very few people on the beach, all a little distance away.
"What d'you like most about circumcised cocks?" he asked. "A long shaft with a tight cut?"
"Yeah, course. But best of all I like a real thick fucking glans. You know really HUGE. I remember reading about one guy who said he reckoned the sexiest helmet would be one that was twice the thickness of the stem. But that's mebbe going a bit too far"
To any casual observer on the beach, Andy was standing in front of another handsome young man, chatting, hands on hips in relaxed fashion. But Andy's left hand had surreptitiously slipped between his belly and his trunks, discreetly moving around within.
"I can't offer anything like that," he smiled, "but my knob isn't exactly small."
As he uttered the words, the left hand pulled aside the legband of his speedos sufficiently to allow the cockhead to emerge into the sunshine..
Vince was hypnotised by the beautiful plum-colored glans peering out from the left of Andy's crotch, magnificently swollen and pulsing as he spoke."
"Approve?" he asked.
"Fucking beautiful, man. Not twice as thick as the shaft but what a mushroom. Jeez! `d love to clamp my lips round that and suck it out. It's got such a deep cumslit, too. I need to curl my tonguetip and slide into it. Oh FUCK! Can't we go somewhere?"
"Believe me, I really WANT to. But I just gotta go. Thought I'd let you have a look at the cock."
The pre-ejaculate flowing so freely and greasily from the cumslit was making the cockhead glisten, and after taking another discreet look to left and right, Andy pushed out even more of the cock. He gently moved his hand round the glans in a corkscrew motion. His breathing had gathered pace and hoarseness. The young man was closer to the edge than he'd realised. He tensed. The muscles rippled the length of his legs and thighs up which a delicious sensation was creeping. His mouth opened wide in a kind of surprised gasp.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm fucking well gonna cum. Oh, shit!"
The exposed and gleaming glans executed a series of intense pulses, swelling to capacity as it loosed off a jagged streak of white juice that rippled through the air.
Vince urged him on towards an orgasm in loud words of obscenity, his own cock as taut as a steel rod.
"Shoot it, baby. Shoot all that cream outta that big circumcised cock. Jeez! That massive cockhead. Cum for me dude. Spray me with spunk Oh YEAH! Beautiful! Keep shooting. Squirt it all over my face"
With the fifth spasm, the cock unloaded its final spurt of babymaking fluid, splattering across Vince's eager face."
With another cautious glance around the beach, Andy squeezed the penis in a milking fashion, coaxing out the final few drops of translucent magic cream lurking in the length of the urethra.
Vince watched every single drop, transfixed at the juice and the sheer beauty of the rounded contours of the circumcised dick sticking out hard at an angle from the young man's crotch.
Andy was gazing down at his cock with equal satisfaction at a job well done. His breath was rapid and deep.
After a minute of seeing the last drop squeeze out, he spoke with a slight croak.
"Man, I'm so fuckin' sorry. But I just gotta go. I'd really like to hang out and play and suck with that meat of yours. It looks so hot. And so fucking circumcised tight. That brown ring round the shaft is so HOT for me. But I really have to go or I got problems."
He looked around once more, then glanced down.
"Oh shit! Just look what I've done. Fuck it."
Some teardrops of spunk, still warm from the glans glittered, reflecting the bright sunlight as it clung to the fine layer of golden down on his left leg. Thickly, the viscous sperm began slowly sliding down his leg. Andy bent over briefly, collected it on the fingers of his right hand and smeared it across his tongue.
"Sorry dude. I'm gonna be SO late. Sorry. Wanted to shoot you off too." He was moving slowly away, backwards.
"Hot cock you got there dude, his head nodding in a sign of regret. And those balls looks so FULL."
He broke into a loping run, obviously in the general direction of his car. As Vince watched the figure slowly padding along the sand, Andy turned round, looked back twice and waved a friendly farewell.
Vince's eyes followed his retreat with a deep sense of regret. His hand was in his crotch, index finger tracing circles rapidly round the sensitive rim of his glans. Noting the black spot spreading as his precum soaked stickily into his trunks he realised he'd need to walk discreetly into the bushes behind the fringe of palm trees for a minute or two of satisfying self-gratification.