I love living in a tropical country. The weather's usually good, and going to the beach is fairly easy. And, must I say, I love getting a sun tan -- I'm not a heavy drinker, have never smoked, never did drugs... At least one self-destructing addiction I needed to have, eh?
I don't like wearing boardshorts, so, while on the beach, I always wear a speedo. This time, a white one, which really made my bulge stand out. And I take long walks up and down the shoreline because I don't enjoy laying on the sand on my stomach. Not because of my butt -- just because my knees feel awful that way.
One of those days, I was taking my third walk up the beach. And I noticed this guy was looking at me. Middle-aged, grayish hair. I walked past him and made a mental note to check him out in my way back. Five minutes later, I had reached the end of the beach, and ten minutes later, there he was, checking me out once again. I walked past once again.
The next time, he was there once again, and looking at me. Yes, he definitely liked what he was seeing. I walked past and, on my way back, I was feeling daring. So, instead of walking again, I stopped right in front of him and went inside the water.
The beach was quite busy, and it wasn't a nude beach or a cruising spot. It was just my luck that he was there. As I walked deeper into the water, he followed me. He came closer and closer, and, when the water line was around my chest, I stopped. He stopped close by.
-- Hey, you have a beautiful body.
-- Did you like it
-- Yeah. And you have a nice bulge as well. Can I touch it?
I nodded. And then I felt his hand undoing the drawstring and groping my dick inside my speedo. The feeling of the cold water around my ballsack and his hand caressing my shaft made the blood rush to my penis, and I slowly felt myself becoming hard.
He was also wearing a speedo, but a black one; I reached out to his crotch and started caressing it over the swimsuit.
Fuck, that felt so good. The possibility of being busted, and the sheer randomness of this encounter made even more excited.
I felt his cock engorge as well, and he took it out of his speedo too.
As I jacked him off, his free hand started invading my ass crack and playing with my asshole. I opened up my legs to allow him better access to that, and also to lower my body in regards to the water line, affording a bit more privacy in that open space. He was ravenous: he jacked me off furiously, and penetrated one, then two fingers inside me.
It was too much for me to resist. One more minute of that and I was violently cumming inside the saltwater. His fingers were still inside me. Just a few seconds later, he came as well: a thick, white semen, with a deep gasp.
-- Wow. You're so tight. I'd love to come inside you...
-- Pity we're not in a closed space.
-- Yeah. It was nice anyway. Thanks for that!
He put his cock back inside his speedo and headed towards the sand. I still needed a few seconds to get rid of the hard-on, so I stayed in the water. The erection eventually subsided, and I went back to my place...
But I still think about that moment and how savage that exposure was.
I don't like wearing boardshorts, so, while on the beach, I always wear a speedo. This time, a white one, which really made my bulge stand out. And I take long walks up and down the shoreline because I don't enjoy laying on the sand on my stomach. Not because of my butt -- just because my knees feel awful that way.
One of those days, I was taking my third walk up the beach. And I noticed this guy was looking at me. Middle-aged, grayish hair. I walked past him and made a mental note to check him out in my way back. Five minutes later, I had reached the end of the beach, and ten minutes later, there he was, checking me out once again. I walked past once again.
The next time, he was there once again, and looking at me. Yes, he definitely liked what he was seeing. I walked past and, on my way back, I was feeling daring. So, instead of walking again, I stopped right in front of him and went inside the water.
The beach was quite busy, and it wasn't a nude beach or a cruising spot. It was just my luck that he was there. As I walked deeper into the water, he followed me. He came closer and closer, and, when the water line was around my chest, I stopped. He stopped close by.
-- Hey, you have a beautiful body.
-- Did you like it
-- Yeah. And you have a nice bulge as well. Can I touch it?
I nodded. And then I felt his hand undoing the drawstring and groping my dick inside my speedo. The feeling of the cold water around my ballsack and his hand caressing my shaft made the blood rush to my penis, and I slowly felt myself becoming hard.
He was also wearing a speedo, but a black one; I reached out to his crotch and started caressing it over the swimsuit.
Fuck, that felt so good. The possibility of being busted, and the sheer randomness of this encounter made even more excited.
I felt his cock engorge as well, and he took it out of his speedo too.
As I jacked him off, his free hand started invading my ass crack and playing with my asshole. I opened up my legs to allow him better access to that, and also to lower my body in regards to the water line, affording a bit more privacy in that open space. He was ravenous: he jacked me off furiously, and penetrated one, then two fingers inside me.
It was too much for me to resist. One more minute of that and I was violently cumming inside the saltwater. His fingers were still inside me. Just a few seconds later, he came as well: a thick, white semen, with a deep gasp.
-- Wow. You're so tight. I'd love to come inside you...
-- Pity we're not in a closed space.
-- Yeah. It was nice anyway. Thanks for that!
He put his cock back inside his speedo and headed towards the sand. I still needed a few seconds to get rid of the hard-on, so I stayed in the water. The erection eventually subsided, and I went back to my place...
But I still think about that moment and how savage that exposure was.
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