Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2020 10:17:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Malcolm Nugent <malnug67gfb@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Boy at the beach"

Boy at the beach

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I'm 64 now and this is a true story about my sexual awakening. I am an only
child raised by my mother because my dad died when I was 7 in a car
accident. My Nifty story "Camping as a boy scout" is also true and tells
how my scout master got at my body in his tent one night when I had just
turned 14. I was doing special rugged camping away exercises to move up a
grade in the scouts. My scoutmaster whom I admired so much organised it so
I shared his tent for the night -- the other boys on this camp-out weren't
yet ready for the next scout level. t was the first time I had been touched
sexually by another person. It was a one-off at the scout camp first week
in July in Europe. It changed my life.

My first night in bed after I returned home from the scout camp I couldn't
stop thinking about my scoutmaster Tom, in his 40s, so fit and dedicated to
us boys. He replaced the father I hadn't had for long. I thought about him
spooning me in his sleeping bag in just our underpants -- it was a hot
July. I got hard in bed at home remembering how it felt when he first
cupped my balls and slowly rubbed my cock which sprung up so fast. It
wasn't long before he had my cock deep down his throat as I froze -- not
knowing what to do -- then I shot my sperm in such a short time and he
purred quietly as he gulped it down, every drop. He did it all in the dark
in silence. Then he spooned me again pulling me against him and we went to
sleep. I knew it was wrong for him to do that, but it felt so good and I
admired him so much. I was confused and tired and felt secure with one of
his arms around my waist and his very large cock resting along my ass
crack. Just thinking of that again had me masturbating in bed at home and I
came a bucket. Then I felt bad, cause my mum had said it wasn't natural for
men to live with men like in a normal marriage.

The second night in bed I tried not to think of Tom and the scout camp. But
to no avail. This time I focused on what happened when Tom stirred around
4.30 am the next morning. He had moved me gently onto my stomach and was
kneading my ass cheeks and spreading them wide then back together again. It
felt nice, but I was a bit scared when I felt a finger trail up and down my
ass crack and then push in to my anus. It felt cold. I realised later it
had gel on it. The detail is in my other story. I remembered feeling his
large cut cock throb and pulsate and twitch and then I felt a flood of
warmth inside my body which eased the pain some. He was big and it had
hurt. He'd held me tight and put a hand over my mouth with his briefs
stuffed inside. After it was all done he whispered: "You took it good
Mal. It only hurts the first 2 or 3 times with big cock like mine, then
it's just wonderful and you'll want it regular. "Thinking of him inside me
and those words made me shoot a bucket in bed. Then I felt bad again.

And so I was shooting every night in bed reliving that camping night with
Tom and feeling confused.

After a week at home my mum hired a bungalow near a long beach from
mid-July until the end of August. Mum had her elderly mother with us at the
bungalow, so she took her for short walks during the day and looked after
her. I was left mostly on my own to explore the beach and swim. I was a
champion swimmer at school so they were confident I'd be safe at the beach.

The beach was about 6km long and had dunes and very high patches of reeds
that went way back. Freshly returned from my scout camp I was still jacking
off in the bungalow at night thinking about my scoutmaster doing oral on me
and breaking in my ass. For the first 3 or 4 days I stayed near our
bungalow and went in the water with mum and gran. Then I asked mum if I
could explore along the beach and swim. She said "fine" as long as I was
careful not to swim out too far.

That next morning I headed off around 9 am wearing just my blue bathers
which pulled in tight around my crotch and butt. I had a beach bag with a
towel and bottle of water. I was 14 with a very tight swim team body and
bubble butt and, according to my scout master, very well hung, at 6" cut,
and good looking. I didn't realise all this at first, but my time at the
beach taught me a few things.

I started to jog and then ran into the water for a swim. It was about 27 C
already. There were just a few people on the beach near the bungalows --
some families and couples. I kept on jogging and as I got further away from
the bungalows there were fewer people in the water, and I noticed as I
jogged past they were mostly men. I slowed up my jogging when I was about 1
km from the bungalows. Then I saw some men swimming naked and after their
swim they would walk back into the dunes, not lie on their towels on the
beach. I could see them ahead of me as I walked. This wasn't an official
nudist beach, but I soon realised that people went nude once they were away
from the bungalow area.

Then I looked up into the dunes and saw 2 or 3 men standing behind small
sand hills looking right at me! I could see their face and part of their
torso as I walked past. About 30m ahead of me two middle aged naked men
were leaving the water heading for the dunes and they looked right at me
the whole time as they disappeared behind a sand hill. There was no-one
anywhere sun baking on the beach. They must all be back in the dunes so
they wouldn't be exposing themselves naked too much.

Seeing the naked men got me thinking about my scoutmaster and what he'd
done to make me feel so good. I tried not to, but my cock started to rise
in my bathers, so I ran into the water to swim and hide it. I swam out a
fair way then when I turned around to swim back towards the shore there
were 3 men who had suddenly run into the water to swim near me and I saw
another more elderly man coming in to the water as well. They were all
naked. They dived under the water near me and said "hi" and how good the
water was on this very hot day. They all smiled at me and asked if I was
new at the beach. They were friendly and interested to learn I had just
arrived in one of the bungalows. They told me it was ok to swim nude in
this part of the beach and right until the other end, but better to sun
bake in the dunes. As we moved into more shallow water I started to walk
and they kept the water up around their necks and often looked at my crotch
in the water -- my hard-on had gone down until I realised they were looking
there. I managed to keep my cock controlled, but it wasn't easy. Two of the
men stayed swimming in the water and the other two came out onto the beach
near me. I said I was going to explore further along the beach, and they
said, "take care" and waved me on.

I had mixed feelings. I could tell they were interested in me and were very
friendly, but I was a bit scared and unsure. I still hadn't come to terms
with what Tom did to me at the scout camp. Even though I had finally
enjoyed my first and only experience with my scoutmaster, I knew it was
wrong for older men to play with boys, but my body wanted it. So I started
jogging again with my beach bag on my back. As I covered the next 300m
along the beach, I saw two or three nude men swimming and other men
watching me from up in the dunes. I could almost feel their eyes boring
into my butt cheeks and crotch. Then I reached a spot where there seemed to
be nobody in the water or up in the dunes. It was, after all, early morning
-- nearly 10 am now -- more people would probably be there in the hot
afternoon.

So I went for another good swim and didn't see anyone watching me from the
dunes or men coming into the water to swim near me. Then I walked up over
the first sand hill of the dunes to find a spot to sun bake. Just a few
metres back from the beach was a small spot right on a track with a big
clump of reeds about 2m tall almost opposite and bushes around me for some
shade if I wanted it later. I spread my towel and decided to remove my
bathers so I'd dry more quickly. I lay flat on my stomach and felt that
beautiful summer sun all over my back, legs and butt cheeks. Suddenly I
thought how cool it would be to have a suntanned butt for the first time.

After about 5 mins I heard some rustling in the reeds and footsteps as
someone walked right near me along the track. I sensed it was a man. He
stopped when he saw me, then slowly moved on, still looking back. I saw him
out of the corner of my eye. He was maybe in his 50s very tanned all
over. He was naked. Then he was gone.

I dozed off and was awakened by someone gently touching my feet and
ankles. I froze and pretended to still be asleep. I didn't look around. The
hands massaged up along my legs up to my thighs and right back down again
to my feet. I heard rustling of the reeds and some footsteps. I heard a
male voice say quietly as two hands now gently massaged one leg each: "Omg,
what a beautiful boy." And the other man replied: "He was made for it".  I
didn't know what that meant. To be honest it felt good with this leg and
thigh massage. I didn't want to look at the men -- I could tell they were
at least middle-aged by their voices.

Then they both kneaded my butt cheeks. That really did feel good, but I was
a bit scared and I was rock hard but they couldn't see that. They were
expert. They gently stretched my butt cheeks very wide and then let a
finger slide up and down the crack and hover over my rose bud, touching it
slightly at first with their finger tips, just like my scout master had
done that first and only time. I have to say -- it felt amazing. So I was
confused. I didn't even know these men.

Then I heard a zip on a bag being undone and some soothingly cold gel had
been applied to the fingers whose tips were pushing gently at my rose bud
and sliding up and down my crack -- one finger after the other. The two men
moved to position themselves differently: one was on either side of me now
and one of them was slowly pushing a gelled finger inside, pulling out and
back in with deeper thrusts each time. I couldn't help spreading my legs
wider when that happened. They noticed and together said: "mmm". Then I
felt a second finger from the other man pushing in so that their fingers
were together inside me -- still pushing slowly in and out and getting
deeper on each down stroke.

I heard more rustling in the reeds and several footsteps in the sand. At
least two other men had stumbled across us and stopped. But I didn't feel
them touching me. There was total silence as the two men worked on my
anus. I felt a third finger being inserted moving in and out with the
others. It didn't hurt but made me feel uncomfortable for about a minute
until I got used to the 3 fingers spreading my anus inside. At the same
time they kneaded my ass cheeks with some force -- they knew how to make me
feel good.

I managed to sneak a look at one of the new men -- he had moved to stand
near my head with his eyes on my butt and the fingers going in and
out. That man standing was slowly masturbating a big cut cock. I couldn't
see the other new man, but I felt someone cupping my balls between my legs
while the other men fingered and kneaded me, so I knew it was a fourth man.

I was excited but also scared -- I didn't know how big these men's cocks
were and whether they'd hurt me but it felt good so far with the sun
beating down on my body, the waves lapping on the beach just a few metres
away, and these men working on me in silence like they knew what I needed.

They moved their fingers about inside stretching my anus, then the fingers
were pulled right out. I suddenly felt empty. Then one man had spread my
legs more and positioned himself between them and the other man opened my
butt cheeks very wide as I felt a lubed cock head pushing against my
anus. Then it popped in and pushed a few inches. It was a small diameter
cock and felt good as he thrust it gently in and out. After a few strokes
he pushed in further on each down stroke. He wasn't 8" like my scout
master; probably about 6" when he finally bottomed out and I felt his balls
on my butt cheeks. Then he went fast and rammed hard. I grunted
involuntarily and then felt his warm sperm explode inside my waiting
loins. He let out a gasp and the other three men there clapped
quietly. After he had shot his load inside me he bent over and whispered in
my ear: "good boy. You are a beauty."

Now it was the turn of the other man who had fingered me. They knew I was
awake. He put a strong arm under my waist and lifted me up on all fours
with my anus pointing towards him. Then I felt his cut cock head pop
inside. He had a large thick cock which slid in fairly easily with the gel
and sperm from the first man. (These were the days before AIDS, so I soon
discovered males were always shooting inside each other.) Now they could
all see my rock hard 6" cut cock and the man who had stood next to me
masturbating slid underneath me on his back and took my cock right down his
throat. The other men said "Oh yeah". The other two men started touching my
body all over, caressing, sometimes squeezing nipples, cupping my ball
sacks, and so on.

The man inside me was pushing further on each down stroke; it hurt as he
got deeper inside and when he finally bottomed out -- I'm sure he was at
least 8" like my scout master - I let out a gasp and a bit of a cry. He
quickly covered my mouth with his strong hand and then started to ram me
hard. I tried to pull away but the other men helped him hold me still. One
of them whispered in my ear: "It's ok young buddy. Your body needs this."
The penetrator had his hand under my waist pulling my anus right back down
to the base of his big cock and holding it there so tight each time before
he pulled back for the next thrust. His big cock hurt but I couldn't pull
away from their tight grip. Thankfully he didn't last long -- after about 5
mins I felt the pulsations of his cock as his balls rested on my ass cheeks
when he pulled me right to the base and held me there. I remembered my
scoutmaster had throbbed like that too just before he shot his sperm inside
me. This man gave 3 or 4 hard, short thrusts pulling me so tight onto the
base of his cock by my waist. I felt his cock stiffen even more inside me
and throb so hard. He let out a cry and I felt the rush of his soothing
warm sperm up inside my body. At the same time the man sucking me squeezed
my balls and I started to shoot. As I shot he squeezed them really hard to
get every drop. It was a combination of pain and pleasure for me. The four
men held me so tight between them as my body shook and they said: "oh yeah
-- let it happen young buddy." They held me tight like that for a couple of
minutes. Then they let me go.

I just slumped back face down on my towel exhausted with a tear in my eyes,
and a little sore, but it had also been a high. Each of the four men then
patted my butt and kneaded the cheeks a little and one of them whispered in
my ear: "Good boy. It gets better after the first couple of times, then
you'll need it regular and there will always be men like us here for you."
Then they left.

I pulled myself together and went for a swim which did me a lot of good. I
spread my butt cheeks wide so the salt water would enter and help clean out
the sperm and reduce the bit of pain I still had. It was nearly lunch time,
so I headed back home along the beach walking and jogging and saw men
watching me from up in the dunes. I now knew what they wanted and why they
were there.

This was my first encounter at that long beach. That night I jacked off
hard thinking about it. The next day I had to go with mum and gran in the
car to visit some sights. The day after I went with them to the supermarket
about 20 km away. We came back late afternoon and I told mum I'd like to
swim further along the beach before the evening meal. She said fine. I
jogged along the beach in my tight bathers and when I reached the nudist
part I noticed men popping up behind sand hills in the dunes watching
me. After a while I went in for a swim and then went back in the dunes to
sunbake and dry off. As I lay on my back it was only a few minutes before I
heard the rustling of reeds and leaves and footsteps in the sand. My cock
got hard and I closed my eyes.

Two men started touching my feet and rubbed up gently on my legs. I kept my
eyes closed laying on my back and when they saw that I didn't push them
away, I soon felt a warm mouth take me cock right down his throat. The
other man was sucking on my nipples. I soon shot and when he felt my cock
throb in his mouth he quickly lifted my butt and pushed a lubed finger all
the way in. He touched a spot that made me shoot buckets. I learnt later
that it was my prostate. The other man said in my ear as my body shook:
"That's the boy. Pump it all out. You know how good it feels." I could hear
the other man gulping it down. Then they left and I turned over and dozed
off. I went for a swim. Several men watched me from the dunes.

Then I went back and laid down on my back again. I wanted to hear the
rustle of reeds and soft footsteps in the sand. Then it happened just 2 or
3 minutes after I had laid down. I got rock hard and I was sucked off by
two men, one after the other. Oh my, it felt so good.

After that I couldn't help exploring along the beach almost every
day. Sometimes I'd stay with mum and gran. When I did jog way along the
beach there were always men there waiting to make me feel good. It wasn't
always the same thing. Sometimes after a good swim, noticing men perving on
me, and some coming into the water, I'd spread out to sunbake nude and if I
was on my back and heard the rustle of reeds I knew a man was close by and
it would get me so hard. Some days I'd get sucked off 3 or 4 times between
swims and I had my butt taken at least once most days too. The men were
right. I started to need hard cock inside my anus and there were often men
there who loved doing that.

So much more to tell. I got a thrill jogging along the beach in my tight
bathers knowing that men were perving on me from the dunes and that they
wanted my body. The men, of course, got off with each other as well, but a
14 yo was a special treat that they would look forward to. The word spread
quickly amongst the regular nudist men there that I was open to some fun.

When the end of August came I was so sad, and it was another two months
before a man was to touch me again. I really craved for it during that
time. That's another story.

I welcome comments and always reply. Also interested to hear about your
true experiences as a boy. Contact me on malnug67gfb@yahoo.com