DIRT IN THE DUNES - PART 2
I am 32 years old, British/Australian living in London and working as a lawyer.
My authoritarian-themed fantasy series, "Dude's gotta pay his debts", can be found on Nifty here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dudes-gotta-pay-his-debts/
This series, "Dirt in the dunes", is about my real gay encounters as a young guy growing up on the beach in Sydney. Check it out here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/dirt-in-the-dunes/
It is 2010 and I am 17 years old at the point this story is set.
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So as I related in the first chapter, I lost my oral and anal virginity to an older stranger in the dunes behind my family's rented beach house in December 2009, not long after I'd turned 17 in the November. Before that, I'd been a horny teenager having sex with girls my own age when I could get it, and nursing a low-key curiosity about guys. Other than mutual wanking sessions with a tutor who was a few years older, I'd never done anything with a bloke other than checking out their bods in fitness magazines and at the beach, and occasionally exploring gay or bi porn online. Needless to say, after my first time sucking cock and getting fucked, that door couldn't be closed and I started getting incredibly horny for men. I was still into having sex with chicks, but for a while my online porn habit switched almost entirely to gay and bi material. I also started to research how I could cruise for men in my area; thank fuck for the internet. Unfortunately, though the age of consent for gay sex was 16 in New South Wales (lucky for me it had changed in 2003), saunas and adult bookshops would only admit you if you were 18 or over.
It was January 2010 and I was getting ready to start university in a couple of weeks. Motivated by my spike in attention towards male bodies, I ramped up my weightlifting in Dad's garage gym and added bodyweight routines using the outdoor gym equipment by the beach. It was a fucking hot Australian summer day that January when I cycled to the beach. I was wearing boardshorts commando, with Havaiana thongs (Aussie for "flipflops") on my feet and a cap and sunnies on my head. I was shirtless, and had my phone and a beachtowel in a small pack slung over my shoulders. At the beachside gym equipment, I chained up my bike and stowed my Havainas in my pack before starting a solid circuit of pushups, pullups, dips and chinups.
Part way through my workout, a guy ran past on the broadwalk separating the grassed area from the dunes that led down to the ocean. Fuck he was hot, maybe a year or so older than me, a good gym-honed physique with a smooth chest contrasting with hairy legs and a thick treasure trail. His tanned skin was slick with sweat, his head of collar-length thick black unruly curls bounced wetly as he jogged. He had handsome, regular features, with a day or two of stubble. He was wearing short runners' shorts with side slits and running shoes with invisible trainer socks. Though he had on sunnies, I was sure his head turned to me a little as he ran past (I was mid-pullup). I watched his broad sweaty muscular back (the classic V-shaped Dorito) and bunching hairy calves as he continued past me, and internally I thought "YES!!!" as he looked back at me over his shoulder. But then he was gone.
Once my muscles were weary and I had a nice sweat on, I got my towel out, stuck my sunnies and cap in my pack with my thongs and phone, and strode barefoot and topless down the dunes to the ocean. The beach was mostly deserted as it was a weekday and people had returned to work after their Christmas and New Year holidays. I set down my pack and laid out my towel; Plunging into the sea, I swam and relaxed for a bit.
As I lazily floated and tread water, I spied another dude crossing the beach towards the water from the carpark and realised it was the Hot Runner, holding his trainers in one hand as his bare feet dug into the hot sand. He dumped them not far from my towel and pack, slipping his sunnies inside one of the shoes for safe-keeping, and took off his running shorts to reveal a tight black Speedo brief. He then started jogging towards the water, looking like a fucking demigod. My cock began to chub up in my boardies and I was glad I was mostly underwater. He dived in elegantly and swam about, not coming too close, glancing at me occasionally, though our eyes never met. I'm not an idiot, I could definitely read the signs, but I was nervous, shy and inexperienced. I eventually left the water and lay down on my towel in the sun. I kept an eye on him though, and a couple of minutes after I'd laid down, he strode up the beach, dripping, his well-packed Speedo slung low on his hips showing off his Apollo's Belt and the top of his pubic bush. He was like a fucking Aussiebum ad. He walked on up to where his stuff was dumped, maybe 10 meters or so away from me, but instead of stopping to collect them, he walked straight on towards the beachfront toilet and shower block. As I watched him, he glanced over his shoulder at me and caught my eye with a little smile. Holy fuck. As he approached the men's entrance to the concrete block, I stood and followed him up.
My eyes adjusted to the gloom, the interior of the block lit only by natural sunlight streaming in through the gaps between the tops of the walls and the roof. I padded barefoot over the wet sandy concrete floor to the communal shower, where Hot Runner was standing under one of the shower heads rinsing off. I nonchalantly wandered over and turned the tap on one which was near him, but with an unoccupied shower between us. I started to rinse off in the cool water as well, stealing glances over at him. I had to stifle a gasp of excitement as he suddenly slipped off his Speedo, rinsed it, wrung it out and tossed it across onto a bench. His cock was uncut, a similar size to mine, nestled in a thick black bush of pubes with his hairy balls dangling beneath. He caught my eye and smiled slightly before continuing to rinse, rubbing a hand briefly between his hairy asscheeks. Emboldened, I untied the drawstring of my boardshorts, ripped open the velcro fly and pulled them off, also giving them a good rinse and a wringing-out before tossing them across to where his briefs were. My cock was swelling to a semi-erect state but I decided not to hide it. This time, the Hot Runner stared right at it, then into my eyes, and smiled, as he stroked and tugged his own cock into a semi. We heard noises outside and nervously turned to face the wall and make it look like we were innocently showering, but when the noises faded as whoever was outside continued on their way, he turned off the tap, picked up his discarded Speedo and walked towards the toilet cubicles. Doing the same, I grabbed my boardies and followed him.
In one of the cubicles, door open, he stood naked, his cock getting bigger and harder as he tugged it. He smiled at me as I slipped in with him, shutting and locking the door behind me. He shuffled in close and started to stroke my arms, and I dropped my wet boardies onto his Speedo on the floor so I could place my hands on his butt. He leaned in, mouth slightly open, and gave me my first man-on-man kiss, slow and wet, his tongue gently sliding into my mouth. I put one hand on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his wet curls, and pulled his groin into mine by his ass as I started to return his kiss with enthusiasm, savouring the feeling of his thick black 2-day growth grinding into my blond stubbled face as our cocks started to rub and slide together. This was really happening, and it was fucking awesome.
He broke our kiss, breathing heavily and smiling, before sitting on the toilet and gripping my cock. I'd had blowjobs from girls but the dude who had me blow him before hadn't returned the favour, so I sighed in anticipation until Hot Runner took me into his mouth and started to suck. I let my head loll back as I moaned softly, one hand resting lightly on his head and the other gently cradling his face as he worked me with his hand and mouth, his other hand furiously jerking his uncut dick. But I was getting close and I wasn't ready to cum yet, so I gently pulled away, smiled at him, and dropped into a crouch. He leaned back against the cistern as I gripped his cock by the base, peeled back his foreskin with my other hand, and started to lick and suck his swollen glans. He moaned really loudly and it echoed in the concrete building - I stopped, eyes wide, looking into his face, and we both broke into fits of giggles. He muffled his by biting on his forearm and I choked my giggling off by taking his cock fully down my throat, gagging slightly but managing pretty well. After a minute Hot Runner lifted his bare feet off the floor and crossed his wet muscular legs behind my neck, pulling me in to hold my nose and lips buried in his pubes, hard cock at the back of my throat, before spreading his legs and bracing them against the walls of the cubicle by his bare feet. That let me take a break; panting, I spat the excess saliva onto his dick so I could stroke it as I started to lick and suck his hairy balls. He rested a hand on my head and gently pushed me down further - I lifted his nutsack out of the way so I could lick his taint and nip it with my teeth. "Yessssssss...." he hissed.
I knew what he wanted me to do next 'cos I'd seen it in porn; I stuck out my tongue and started to probe around in his hairy crack. He shuffled his feet and legs higher up the cubicle walls and reached down to spread his ass, revealing his tight winking asshole amongst the trench hairs; I started to tease and flick it with my tongue tip. I didn't know what I expected but it tasted clean, more of sea and shower water than anything else. I wanked hard as I started to lap hungrilly at his hole with the flat of my tongue and then made it pointy so I could try to push it inside his shitter. Hot Runner started to pant and moan softly as I rimmed him. Then he put his feet back on the wet floor, leaned in and whispered in my ear "Will you fuck me?" I smiled and nodded but then whispered back "Oh, we don't have a condom." "It'll be OK, we're clean" he replied softly. To be honest, I only thought about it for a second, because I couldn't really imagine either of us, being so young, having any STIs. Yes yes, stupid I know, but we were literally young, dumb and full of cum. I shrugged and grinned, "OK" I murmured.
We both stood, and Hot Runner turned his back to me, placed his right foot on the rim of the toilet, leaned forward and rested his left forearm on the cistern and spat in his right hand, reaching back to smear his saliva between his cheeks before pulling his taut hairy right glute aside. I crouched again and spat on his tight wet fuckhole, massaging it over the pucker with my fingers before sucking one finger and pushing it slowly into his chute, making him gasp. I withdrew the finger, stood up, spat into my palm a couple of times and smeared it over my cock head before dribbling some more saliva onto the top of his crack. I used my cock head to move the spit down his crack to his hole before placing my glans against his clenched ring. Then I slowly, firmly, started to push. Fuck he was so fuckin' tight, and the feeling of his ring spreading open, gripping my glans tightly, then snapping shut behind my cicumcised cockhead, was one I will never forget. Hot Runner gasped, placed his hand on my hip pushed a little, so I gently withdrew, adding more spit to my cockhead and his hole before trying again. I slid in another couple of inches before he had me pause, and again I withdrew, added even more spit, and put my dick in him again. This time he let me sink my thick, 6.5 inch cock balls-deep in his oh-so-warm rectum, where I paused, remembering how it had felt for me only a few weeks ago, and not wanting to hurt him. Hot Runner took his hand away from my hip and I took it as a sign, starting to fuck as slowly as I could manage. Soon I realised he was wanking again, breathing hard, as my fuck gathered pace - it must have been feeling good for him at last. I rested my chest against his wet back and he turned his head so we could awkwardly kiss as I started to thrust faster and faster. It was my first time topping and I'm afraid I didn't last long before a shuddering orgasm gripped me and I pushed into him hard, spewing my cum up inside his guts as he gasped and jerked his cock.
Panting, I straightened up and let my still-hard cock slide out of him; slick with semen, spit, and streaks of light brown mucus (which I'd never seen in porn), its withdrawal caused some of my jizz to ooze out of his puffy wet asshole and trickle down the back of his hairy ballsack before his ring could snap shut. He straightened, face sweaty and flushed, and grabbed me by the shoulders and moved us around so I was sitting on the toilet before he shoved his cock back into my mouth. It took seconds for his spooge to fill my gob as he gripped my skull; I choked, and some seed spilled over my chin as I fought to swallow the rest while his thrusts slowed to a halt. He slid out of my face, leaned forward and kissed me deeply, his tongue tasting his seed in my mouth.
Grinning, we tugged our swimmers back on and he caringly wiped cum off my chin, then we jogged down to the ocean and dived in. When we'd swum out far enough, we yanked our swimmers down and rubbed our junk and asses underwater to clean off; Hot Runner made stupid faces as he farted my cum out and I splashed it back at him, laughing hard. Then we went back, grabbed our stuff and ran back up to the grassed area where we had another quick rinse under the outdoor shower to get the salt and sand off, then lay back in the hot sun on the grass. His name was Philip, and he gave me his number to stick in my phone and told me to text him later. When he felt dry enough, he pulled his running shorts on over his damp Speedo, tugged on his socks and trainers, slipped on his sunnies and gripped my leg affectionately before running off, leaving grins on both our faces.
I texted Philip "Hey" later that day, and he quickly replied "Hey". We got to chatting and sending each other faceless dick pix, and later that night we exchanged shots of our cum loads on our respective abs. He was 18 years old, at a different Sydney uni to the one I was about to start at. He had an older sister who had moved out and his parents both worked, so he suggested I come over the next day.
The next morning, after a good weights session to get the best pump I could, I rinsed off and jumped on my bike wearing boardies commando, Havainas, a surfie vest, cap and sunnies. Philip only lived about 20 minutes away by bike but I still had a bit of a sweat on by the time I knocked on his door. He answered wearing a pair of low-slung boardies and nothing else, a big grin on his face. He led me around the side of the house to the back gate and I took my bike inside the back yard. They had a nice pool, and he suggested a swim. Being a little on the sweaty side I was up for it, even more so when he stripped off his boardies and did a big nude bombie in the water. I stripped down quickly and followed with my own. We larked about in the pool for 20 minutes or so before getting out and sharing a big towel to dry off before he led me inside. We hung out, naked, in the big open-plan kitchen as we knocked back some Cokes from the fridge, and I couldn't help my cock swelling to a full erection as my eyes took him in. His own cock pulsing to a semi, Philip gently took my hand and, with a big smile on his face, led me to his bedroom.
Philip leaped on the bed, bouncing slightly, and rolled onto his back, spreadeagled. Fuck he was so damn hot, all tanned and muscled, his pits with their black bushes of damp hair on show and his large clean bare feet digging into the doona (that's Aussie for "duvet"), legs spread wide. I crawled on after him, lay my body down on top of his warm flesh, and started to kiss his neck as he wrapped his limbs around my body. We sucked each other's tongues as our solid cocks rubbed against each other before, with a grunt of effort, he rolled me over onto my back and straddled my chest, pushing his cock down towards my face with one hand as he slipped his other behind my head and pulled it forward. I obediently took him in my mouth as I started to wank, and after a little bit he let my head go and assumed a plank position so he could fuck down into my mouth. I let my hands roam over his lower back, ass and legs as he used my gob like a pussy, making me gag a bit with each stroke, but fuck it was hot. After a while he paused and reached over to his bedside drawer, grabbing a small bottle of lube and applying some to a couple of fingers on one hand. He scuttled like a crab around into a 69 and started to suck my dick as I resumed sucking his and kneading and spreading his tight glutes, and as I felt a slippery lubed finger pushing under my ballsack and between my bumcheeks, I spread my legs wide signalling my willingness; his finger slipped down my hairy trench and stopped when it met my tight pucker, starting to massage the lube in. I moaned around a mouthfull of cock and moved my hips in little cicles; Philip responded by sliding his slippery finger through my ring and up into my shit chute. He left off my cock and slipped his muscled arms behind my thighs, pulling back, and I helped by raising my legs in the air to give him better access. His body moved forward down towards my feet a bit and I had to stop cocksucking and start eating his hairy balls as he spread my ass and started to fuck that finger in and out of my hole.
After fingering me for a little while Philip rolled off me. "My turn to fuck you, yeah?" he grinned, and I replied with a smile and a nod. He put his hands on my hips and moved me onto all fours, then kneeled back behind me and applied more lube to his fingers and his cock; as he started wetly stroking his meat, I felt two of his slippery fingers penetrate my dudehole. I moaned, buried my face in his pillow and wanked as he set up a fingerbang, slow at first, then faster and faster. When he pushed his cock through my asshole and up into my rectum, there was only mild discomfort, then that amazing feeling of fullness; my knob was hard as fuck and leaking like crazy, strings of cocksnot dribbling to the doona. The stranger who'd busted my cherry had been bigger than Philip, he'd used spit for lube on his pre-lubed condom and barely fingered me at all, so this was a different experience entirely. "Awwwwwww fuck yeah", I groaned as Philip put his hands on my hips and started to fuck me. The knowledge that I was getting railed bareback flickered through my mind but I'll be honest, I didn't care, even when he started to slam my ass harder and harder and yelled "FUCK!!!!" as he unloaded deep inside me.
I whimpered as I felt him slide out, and rolled onto my back, still wanking. He was sat back on his heels, panting, sweating and smiling. His still hard tool was shiny with lube, cum and the same kind of tan-coloured slime that had been on my dick after I'd banged him yesterday, plus some little brown flecks. He leaned in and started to suck me to the root while pushing a couple of fingers back up into my puffy bred hole and frigging me hard. I put both hands on his head and started to fuck up into his face until my whole body stiffened and I shot into his gob with a series of grunts. He continued to work my semi with one hand and my dude pussy with the other as he swallowed all of my spunk down, licking the last drops of seed from the piss slit as he squeezed them out.
I just lay there watching as Philip grabbed some tissues from his bedside and gave his fingers and semi-hard dick a wipe; I could see the pale brown stains on the tisses; I winced, "Sorry about that dude", but he just looked at me quizzically and said "what for?" I gestured at the tissues, "for that". Philip smiled at me, recognising my inexperience. "It's OK Dave, I just fucked you in your shit hole, there's gonna be some shit isn't there. Its normal, and as long as you've done a crap first it won't be too bad. If we were using condoms we wouldn't even notice. But if it bothers you, we can douche." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You know, douche? No?" He got up, went to his wardrobe and pulled a small toiletries pouch out from under some guy crap which - hopefully - hus Mum never went near. Out of it he took an orange rubber bulb with a thin white nozzle jutting out of it. "Come on, I'll show you." I followed him naked to the family bathroom where he filled the bulb with warm water in the sink and had me bend over while he gently slid the tip into my sex-wet bumhole; the feeling of warm water filling my ass was wierd but nice. He had me hold it for a minute then shit it into the toilet bowl; on inspection, the dunny water was now swimming with globs of cum, strings of that pale bum snot, and little particles of poo. He flushed, and after a couple more squirts with the douch, the water ran clean. "There ya go mate, clean as a whistle!" he grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. We were both already hard again, which wasn't at all surprising at our age. "Wanna go again?" he said, grinning cheekily. "Yeah but it's my turn mate". "No fuckin' way dude, I just cleaned out your ass for you, I'm gonna fuck it some more. I'll last longer this time, promise." I gave in pretty easily.
Back in his room he lay on his back and re-lubed his sticky hardon, then got me to straddle him and sit down on it. His meat penetrated me fairly easily with the assistance of gravity, and I was soon riding him hard before he started to fuck up into me even harder. He pulled my head down for a sloppy kiss as he thrust up, then after a while wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over into a missionary position. Though he'd tried to avoid it, his cock slipped out in the process, so he shoved it back in and really started to hammer me while I wanked hard. Second time around, we lasted a good while before I sprayed my abs with spooge and he deposited another load of DNA up in my guts. After he'd finished milking himself with my puffy ring, he slid out, pushed my thighs back, and said "push it out mate". I bore down on my ass muscles like I was doing a shit, now confident that I wouldn't, and there was a fart sound as some of his second load oozed out of me. "Fuck yeah", he muttered hoarsely and then started to lick up the leaking cum and probe my cunt with his thick wet tongue; my eyes wide in surprise, I just moaned as he sucked on my hole, his tongue snaking up into my chute; I kept pushing his deposit out to give him the withdrawal that he wanted. He eventually slid up my body and kissed me with his cum-slick mouth before rolling onto his back next to me. "Clean me off with your mouth", he whispered, holding his still pretty hard dick in one hand and waving it lewdly. I hesitated but then leaned over him and tentatively licked his shiny glans. I tasted lube, cum and a kind of rich bitterness, but I didn't have time to analyse it before his hand on my head insistently pushed me down and I took him in my mouth. I retched a bit at the taste but there was a dark excitement to this dirt, doing something I'd seen done so many times in porn. I was soon fully hard and wanking, and he'd never gone down. We finally finished by lying next to each other and wanking out our own third loads in side-by-side solos, before padding naked back out to the pool and diving in for a rinse.
Phil and I became good mates. He was pretty sure he was gay, whereas I was still pretty interested in chicks as well (and at that time we were both closeted anyway), so we became fuck buddies rather than boyfriends. We hung out and fucked frequently for another two years before he graduated, got a job and moved to Queensland, and stayed firm friends after that. He promised me he only barebacked with me; he figured that he always used condoms with other hookups, and I was so young and inexperienced when we first did it, that there was zero risk. About six months into our shagging, he had an incident while getting fucked by an older guy and the condom broke inside him; Phil spent weeks being mildly anxious as he waited for his second HIV test to come back (it was negative). By unspoken agreement, we took to using condoms with each other after that.
As promised, this is a true account of my experience as I remember it. More to come! I'd love to hear what you think of it, so email me if you want at davexander30@gmail.com