Mel stood on the side of the road. The view of the ocean was peaceful. He could stand there for hours. But a better option was to find a way to climb down to the little sandy inlets and sit there for as long as the tide let him, just becoming one with the pulse of nature.
Gripping the binoculars in his hand, Mel surveyed the horizen pausing to watch cargo ships and closer to land private boats. The ships glided while the sailboats rose and fell which some far of storm enduced. Yet the little people figures on board moved about easily. There was no rushing about on deck.
He watched on shirtless figure for awhile. He couldn't tell the male's age. But from his build and apparent smooth torso, he was young. At least in Mel's mind he was young. He wondered why people who saild far off the coast bothered to wear clothing at all. Of course they should wear deck shoes but....
As if answering his thoughts the figure pulled his white shorts off leaving him naked. He waved the shorts at another person who was in the rear of the boat. They were apparently having fun. Perhaps, thought Mel there would be more fun to come once the boat found calm seas.
He adjusted his crotch. Even at this distance it was arousing. But perhaps it was what was going on in Mel's head not what really occurred on the deck of that boat.
Mel turned away and looked at his watch. There was time to get some lunch from his favorite restaurant on the sand before the afternoon office duties required him to return to the office.
He turned for one last look. The naked male couldn't be seen on the boat. He moved the binoculars around and finally pointed them toward the coast line below. A youth, there was no doubt his age was there. He like Mel seemed to enjoy just staring out at the ocean.
He had no binoculars just the strength of his youthful eyes.
And he was naked.
Mel drank in the boys smooth skin, the ling from the back of his head over his shoulders, into the small of his back and over his round buttocks and finally the line of his thighs to his heels.
He crouched looking at some shell or perhaps creature in the sand. His body line changed looking just as smooth and slick as it wound around his bare body. His bent back, his tightened buttocks and his thighs. And there, hanging from inside the thigh was evidence of his testicles.
The kid stayed there for sometime. Perhaps he was watching a small crab or snail walking. He was in no rush. Neither was Mel.
The boy never looked up to the cliff or he would see Mel standing there watching him. Mel knew somehow he wouldn't.
The kid stood burhsing off sand from his knees and stretched, hands far over his head. As he turned Mel got to see his smooth front, his patch of hair above his penis and his penis and testicles close up thanks to the strength of the binoculars.
Mel sighed and wished he were that young again. If he knew then what he discovered about himself later was an often muttered phrase. If only he could be on that beach, young and attractive ready to horseplay with that very boy. And in the middle of their play steal a kiss or better yet kiss him freely letting his hands travel over his back and cup his balls.
Mel was aroused. Traffic passed by him but there was nothing to see. Mel's cargo trousers hid his excitement. He wasn't that old, Mel reminded himself. 35 wasn't old really but in the world of that naked boy down below, he was ancient, he knew.
Another figure approached, a much larger male. He too was naked. From his body shape and body hair, it was obvious he was older then the boy. Perhaps he was the boys father and the two were bonding this day of escape on the beach.
Mel wished it was him naked down there, taking the boys hand and walking into the ocean so the water line would cover where his hands rested and how they wre petting that boy so full of fantasies, needs, youthful hopes and unbridled energy.
Then the man moved closer and pulled the boy to him. They hugged pressing their male organs between them.
Mel stared not knowing what to think or mutter to nobody in particular.
They kissed, not like father and son or even friends, but lovers. The boy's hands moved over the man clutching him frenetically.
The man pet the boy's body and squeezed his buttocks.
Mel had to take teh binoculars away from his eyes. It was time to leave, time to return to the mundane part of his work day and think about taking a day off to wander the beach like the boy he used to be.