This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988. Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net
"At The Jones Beach Cabanas"
This last summer I couldn't afford to go to Fire Island, and I wasn't going to go to the Jersey shore and put up with the waste, so I when I was in a beach mood, I'd head out to Jones Beach. The trip wasn't too bad most Saturdays I'd get up early and drive out there, park as close as I could to the main building, go in, change, and then head out to the beach for a day of sun and fun. The sun was easy with the heat wave, the fun usually presented itself near Field 6, so everything was cool.
One day I'd gotten myself all sandy and decided to take a shower before I headed back home, so walked back to the bath house - quite a distance - and got it all off. When I finished showering, I went off to the side to change, over by the lockers.
There were a lot of hot guys milling around and I suddenly wasn't in any hurry to head home. Instead of just changing, I threw my clothes in the locker and with just my bathing suit on (nylon Speedos, if you must know), walked around the locker and cabana area, checking out the guys with the big baskets and the ones who were in various stages of dress and undress. I caught a few interesting ones but didn't feel like going home with a broken nose, so I kept my obvious interest to a minimum.
I'd soon worked myself back to the far corner of the cabana area when I heard some strange noises (strange for a cabana area that is). This was in the most secluded part of the enclosure, so I figured I was safe checking out what was going on, and sure enough, as I crept around the corner, there in one of the open cabanas (about half of them don't have doors), were two guys getting it on with each other.
They were both in their late teens, only a few years younger than myself. One had his suit in his hand; he was really cute, smooth, darkhaired, about 5'6" tall. The other was a little taller (closer to my 5'11", I think), equally dark-haired, but he had chest hair which looked hot on him. He had his red nylon suit around his thighs. They were both jerking on each other's dicks, and didn't see me at first.
When they caught sight of me, they both almost jumped out of their skins, but I put my hands up - and then groped my own dick - to show them I was cool. They moved so I could join in if I wanted to, but I didn't - I just kept back (about five feet), and let them continue uninterrupted. The taller one looked at me curiously, but by then I had my dick out and was jerking it, and the shorter one had gone back to jerking his buddy off. He seemed to forget all about me when that started up again, and he quickly went back to jerking on his friend.
Unexpected sex is always the best, so I started getting close quickly. When the shorter one bent down and - with a look at me - sucked his pal's cock into his mouth - I shot my load off against the wall of another cabana. The taller one saw that and started shooting too, having just enough time to push his friend off while his load splatted on the concrete. The short guy fisted his rod a few times and he shot off on the concrete too.
The whole thing didn't take more than five minutes from the time I first stumbled onto them, and with a smile I made my way back to my locker to fetch my clothes and head home. Best sex I ever had without touching or being touched!