SMOOTH SUMMER PART 2
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After he had swam away I couldn't get the image of him out of my mind even though I could barely tell if it had happened at all. Who would believe that such a fleeting encounter could have such an effect. Even as I sat there reflecting on what had happened I felt myself hardening again - a very good recovery time for me. I thought back to the couple of other gay encounters I had had in my life but they were the ones that seemed unreal and meaningless even though I had not even spoken to or touched my swimmer boy.
The thought of him stayed with me for the rest of the day, and that night as I drifted off to sleep I tried to imagine him with me and thought of what it would be like to make love to him. But somehow I couldn't get into the fantasy - it was far more thrilling to remember the reality - to picture him sat just out of reach, gently stroking himself as he gazed at me doing the same, just looking at each other in silence.
The next day it all seemed more like a dream, and I could barely get through the morning's coaching, just thinking back and reminding myself that it had happened. Inevitably I had to return to my usual spot that afternoon to see if he would be there and I couldn't wait to get my work done.
However I thought my luck was out that day. A new party of guests had arrived the night before and there were lots more people to coach that day, so much so I did not finish until later than usual. I rushed round to get down to the beach but by the time I got there it was later than the two previous days.
I was sure I would have missed him and even thought of turning back and exploring some new beaches. Luckily my curiosity got the better of me and I carried on through the trees to my usual place. As I reached the top of the beach I looked down and a very pleasant sight met my eyes. He was there.
He was sunbathing, naked again, and lying pretty much in my usual spot. I held back in the trees for a while and just looked at him. I guessed he'd been there a while as he didn't look wet, like he'd just come from the water, but he was glistening in the sun with just a hint of sweat on his forehead and chest. A small bead of sweat dripped from his pecs and trickled down his side into his smooth armpits which were exposed as his arms were behind his head. I imagined myself bolder, and how I could have just gone straight for him and licked the droplet from him. I wondered how it would taste - salty but somehow sweet and fresh.
I looked him up and down and reminded myself how perfect he looked, tall, tanned and oh so smooth. His cock was totally flaccid - maybe a little smaller than I had seen it before but somehow it made me feel all the more privileged - to be able to take him in without his seeing me or knowing I was there.
I realised that today our roles were reversed - if a move was to be made it had to be by me. I thought about how best to approach him. Before it had just happened spontaneously and he had come from and gone back into the sea.
This time I noticed he had a bag and towel with him so he must have come on foot, perhaps he had come here hoping to see me too.
This realisation was the prompt I needed, so I emerged from the trees and picked my way down the rocks. Taking a lead from him yesterday I sat near to him but not too close, and started to undress. I felt of shiver of thrill go through me as he looked up and just a hint of a smile crossed his lips. I decided to play it cool and carried on undressing as he watched me.
By the time I peeled off the last of my clothes I was hard as a rock and, I was pleased to notice, so was he. For a moment we just sat there in silence as yesterday. But then he took the initiative and spoke, saying simply "Hvala" (Croatian for hello) but in a German accent. I replied with a German "Guten tag" but in a heavy English accent which made him grin broadly, lighting up his tanned face with a flash of pearly white teeth. He then spoke in English and asked me to come and sit closer so we could talk.
I was happy to oblige and moved my clothes and bag and spread my towel out next to him. He had turned on his side to face me and stretched his legs out and as I smoothed my towel down I brushed his leg. It was like a pulse of electricity passed through me and I shuddered as I felt tingles up my spine.
I lay down next to him and faced him, mirroring his position, our cocks seemingly pointing towards each other. We introduced ourselves (his name was Anders) and exchanged some small talk in a mix of English and German. However the small talk soon dried up as it seemed not to be the real issue on either of our minds.
For a moment we just stared deeply into each other's eyes, not saying or needing to say a word, and then slowly we moved towards each other. Our lips met and our bodies touched as we embraced and then lost ourselves in a long, deep kiss. He smelt of a heady mix of sweat, sea salt and sun lotion, not a strong smell but a subtle combination that is best described as the smell of sunshine.
As we lay there, our arms wrapped around each other, our bodies just seemed to fit together, his long legs entwined with mine. Our cocks rubbed next to each other and I could feel the smoothness of his crotch against the thick, dark pubic hair of my own.
Our lips parted and he started to kiss my face and neck and then moved down my body. I let my hands caress his hair and neck, and then as he moved delicately down my body I sat up a little so I could brush my fingers up and down his back, delighting in the waves of goose bumps I was raising on his warm, tanned flesh.
Finally his lips reached my cock. I tensed slightly in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen but instead of taking me into his mouth he just kissed my cock gently, and then nibbled slowly down my shaft. I had never felt anything so wonderful as this, just an amazing physical sensation, a sexual thrill but heightened all the more by the tenderness of the moment. Then with his tongue he started to gently lick my balls, darting it in and out and making my writhe with pleasure. Just when I least expected it he pulled up sharply and then dived down again, taking my cock into his warm, moist mouth and clamping hard onto me. He proceeded to suck me, not roughly but with a hunger that contrasted with the tenderness of his kisses and touches before.
I knew that much more of this would make me come, and I wasn't quite ready yet. I started to twist myself round and he repositioned himself so we were lying side by side in a 69 position. This gave me a clear shot at his smooth cock and balls, which seemed all the more beautiful so close. I decided to adopt his gentle approach and started to kiss and caress his hairless balls. His crotch smelt and tasted a little salty from the sea, all mixed in with a wonderful man smell but not too strong due to the lack of hair. This meant I could easily kiss and lick him right underneath his balls which drove him wild. All the while he had still been sucking and kissing me but he pulled away slightly to concentrate on the pleasure I was giving him.
After sucking first one ball and then the other I moved up his throbbing cock, kissing every bump and vein until I reached his head, now fully exposed from beneath his foreskin. I didn't go straight for the kill, but ran my tongue along the edge of the head, just poking underneath his foreskin and then taking him just inside my mouth and rolling his head around for a moment. I then took him in a little deeper, at the same time as he took me back into him, and we pleasured each other, our arms now wrapped around each other. The thrill and pleasure of sucking him became all too much for me and I felt my climax building. I sucked a little harder and then felt myself coming, shooting my load into his mouth, which he gratefully swallowed whilst continuing to suck me very gently.
My climax just made me want to sucking his cock all the more, and I wanted to make him come as he had done for me. I quickened my pace and brought my hands up to cradle and caress his balls. This seemed to be all he needed and I felt him tense and then release his load into my mouth. I savoured the taste, a little sweet, a little salty, until he had shot all he had, and then, for the first time in my life, I swallowed it down, relishing every drop.
We pulled apart and moved round so we could kiss and then embrace. We lay there for a while, in the hot Croatian sun, exhausted but exhilarated from our lovemaking.