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He had that young, lean, edgy look that said to me he hadn't been 
around the block often enough to have become jaded.  This turned me 
on immediately, and when he looked at me with a shyly desperate 
appeal in his eyes, I knew I had to give him the release he didn't 
know how to request.  I smiled and made my move toward him with as 
natural and confident an appearance as I could muster with my heart 
pounding the way it was.  I knew he needed me to be sure of my 
moves to make up for his own jumpiness.

My guess made him a college student around nineteen or twenty who 
had just begun to explore the sexual feelings aroused in him by 
other men.  About five foot ten, he had a wiry build and little 
body hair.  He must have known that things went on in these bushes 
above the beach, but probably told himself he was just going up to 
take a leak.  Once in the thicket he was overcome by the sexually 
charged atmosphere and his cock strained and stretched at the 
material of his bathing suit.

I wasn't the only bush-whacker who'd noticed him, but I could sense 
that he was more open to me than to the others nearby, so I stepped 
to his side and told him I knew of a quiet spot hidden nearby.  I 
put an arm around his shoulders at the same time, gently squeezing 
him in a one-armed hug while firmly turning him a bit and starting 
to walk with him before he'd had a chance to say anything.  He 
seemed relieved to have the decision made for him and went along 
willingly.

When we stopped in the small hollow in a ring of thick brush, I 
indicated the base of a tree as a prop for him to lean against, and 
ran my hand down his trembling belly, dropped it to the rounded 
bulge at the bottom of his crotch.  His balls were heavy, pulled 
tight and high with nervous tension.  A dark, moist spot began to 
spread in the nylon at the end of the bulge of his cock.  I dropped 
my head to his chest, taking one small, pink nipple lightly between 
my teeth and flicked my tongue across the tip, then opened my mouth 
further and swirled my tongue around that nipple and then moved to 
the other.  He began to moan softly, and I dropped further to lap 
up the pre-cum that had soaked his Speedo, taking the nylon wrapped 
tip of his cock into my mouth briefly.  He shuddered and whimpered, 
and his hands began to clutch tightly at my shoulders, wanting to 
urge me to move faster but too shy to push.

I pulled the waistband of his suit away from his belly to clear his 
cock and then with my other hand at the back quickly dropped the 
brief to his ankles.  His cock swinging free and twitching, was a 
milky, pale white laced with blue veins.  It widened about a third 
of its length away from his groin, becoming about twice as wide as 
it was thick from its upper to lower sides.  The head of that cock 
was wider still, a helmet with wide, rounded lower lobes, and it 
looked as though it might burst like an overinflated balloon.  This 
guy needed relief!  I took his balls from behind in one hand and 
gently pulled and rolled them, while my tongue narrowed to a hard, 
small tip and moved up the seam of the scrotum in front to the base 
of his cock.  Then I widened and softened my tongue to lick the 
full width of the shaft of his cock in a slowly zig-zagging 
movement up to that most sensitive spot between the lobes of the 
corona, where I narrowed the tip again, spinning it in that spot 
briefly before closing my lips firmly around the entire head.  He 
gasped and trembled violently and for a moment pushed at my 
shoulders as though to stop me.  I held the head of his cock just 
inside my lips but lifted my tongue away from it inside my mouth.  
With my hands, I stroked his chest, his belly and finally cupped 
his hard, round buttocks, softly at first - how smooth and firm 
they were!  Then, with my hands on those sweet buns, I slowly 
pulled him toward me, forcing his cock deep into the back of my 
mouth.  I brought the full length of my tongue firmly into contact 
with the length of his cock, and after one or two swirls from side 
to side, I relaxed my throat and took him deep, until my lips 
pressed into the fine brown hair at his groin.  I began moving my 
tongue slowly, but had hardly begun when I felt his body tense and 
then his cock throbbed again and again as his load exploded into my 
throat.  I held him tightly as his knees buckled and his weight 
sagged against me.  His cock's spasms continued for long minutes, 
finally slowing, then subsided to twitches as I held it firmly with 
the full length of my motionless tongue.

When I felt him beginning to relax a little I tried a little, soft 
movement with my tongue - evoking a deep groan from him, and a move 
to pull away - I stopped, but held him in my mouth while my hands 
roamed slowly, softly, caressing his shoulders, chest - those 
delicate, budlike little nipples, his hard little belly, then back 
to his butt to press him even deeper into my throat.  More groans 
and sighs met this and the renewed slow movement of my tongue, but 
now he made no attempt to pull away.  His cock slowly became hard 
again, and guided by my hands on his hips, he began to thrust into 
my throat.  I pulled back a little and, using a widened, soft 
tongue, slowly licked the area under the head of his cock until his 
whole body quivered and the clear, sweet fluid began to flow like 
honey.  Then I pulled him deep into my throat again, withdrew, and 
then plunged deep again.  With the third stroke, his cock jumped 
and suddenly my mouth was filled with thick, hot cum.  I pushed 
down the full length of his cock and as his groin ground tightly 
against my face, visions of sheer, wooded mountains and 
sun-drenched, rushing rivers burst through my mind and my body 
began to convulse with his.

Finally, we rested silently against each other for a moment.  Then 
he was himself again, nervous and shy.  I gave him a hug and he was 
gone.  I stretched and smiled at the bright sky.  Awesome!