Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2019 22:36:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: dc <brainyjockll@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nude Beach Fun

     This is a true recollection, from my earliest sexual jaunts with men.
I think we all remember, to great detail, those first formative
experiences.  After the pleasurable first time with John, my freshman
wrestler buddy, I started to seek out other experiences with men.  For
those of you newly reading my true stories, I grew up in So Fla and went to
big local college.  These days I'm a 6 ft 175 lb muscular, masculine,
handsome 59 year old athletic professional living in NYC.  In my
teens/twenties I weighed about 135 lb on a six foot frame, wiry/skinny
runner/tennis player/swimmer.  I remember I used to wear tight Calvin Klein
jeans, size 28 waist.  This was the 80's, when cowboy boots, snakeskin
belts, and a silk shirt would complete the outfit, ready to go to discos
and dance to Donna Summer, ELO, Gloria Gaynor. the Weather Girls, Bowie,
... seems like a million years ago. During runs I'd wear these small nylon
shorts with built-in underwear.  I'd use those at the beach as well.  I'd
heard that there was a nude beach in Key Biscayne, a short drive from the
university, and decided to screw up my courage and go check it out.  The
Bear Cut was the name.  I don't know why guys who write stories for Nifty
need to keep their locations secret- especially if it's in a big city.
What's to hide?

     I decided to go one Saturday.  I was pretty intimidated about going
naked in front of a bunch of strangers but I was up for whatever might
happen.  Getting to the beach required parking the car in a wooded area,
then walking through trees for a couple of hundred yards before arriving at
the white-sand area, which was divided by stone jettys.  I noted a lot of
men walking around in the trees, and got a few stares and one man groped
his crotch as I passed by, but I'll save that cruising stuff for later
stories.  It was a beautiful, classic South Florida day- bright sun, fluffy
white clouds, a bit of a breeze but warm 85-90 degree weather.  Once I hit
the sand, my eyes just about popped out of my head: there were lots of men,
all shapes and ages, all darkly tanned, laying naked on towels, chatting in
groups, floating in the calm waves, a few of them embracing and kissing. My
dick went hard immediately, and I was embarrassed to see a wet spot forming
in the front of my light-blue nylon running shorts.  I couldn't help
myself- it was the first time I ever saw overt gay activity out in the
open, men unashamedly displaying their tanned, muscular bodies with dicks
waving in the breeze.  I decided to walk a bit, get a good look around
before settling into a spot.  I finally found a small area surrounded by
big stones, and being away from the big crowd I decided to drop my towel
and stretch out.  I kept my shorts on, lay on my stomach, and then tried to
look as inconspicuous as possible.  My dick finally calmed down a bit and I
ran down to the water and dove in.  The water was smooth and warm, almost
oily in consistency, getting cooler around my legs and feet.  Looking down
was like staring into pale blue-green glass, and I could see my toes and
small fish swarming around.  No one was paying me much attention, so I felt
safe pulling my shorts off, and looping them around my left wrist.  The
silky water flowed around my dick and balls, tickling my pubes and the hair
in my butt crack.  I couldn't believe how good it felt- floating in this
beautiful water, watching a pelican flying along at a distance, skimming
the waves.  I let go and floated face down, arms spread wide, opening my
eyes to the salty stinging but immaculately clean ocean water.  Then, I
turned and floated on my back.  It was fuckin' heavenly.  After 15 minutes
of this, I became aware of someone close by.  I looked over, and there was
this really handsome man about 10 feet away.  He was latin, in his late
20's, with thick glossy hair falling in soft curls around his ears and
neck, deep dark tanned face with thick eyebrows which almost met in a
middle unibrow, a straight narrow nose, and full red lips.  He resembled
Antonio Sabato, who was a fashion model in the 90's but with Greg Louganis'
body. What I could see of his thick, corded neck and mounded shoulder
muscles suggested a very fit athlete well acquainted with the gym.
Startled by the sudden appearance of this gorgeous dude, I got surprised by
a stray wave which hit my face, driving into my nose and mouth.  I stood
up, coughing a little.  He gave a little laugh and said "hey, nice day for
a swim, try not to drown!"  I chuckled back, feeling a bit awkward and shy.
I had no idea how to talk to a guy, as I'd only dated women up until then.
He came floating closer.  We started talking about the water, the weather,
the various boats that were anchored off shore, just light conversation.
He introduced himself as Freddie.  I began to move towards a shallower sand
bar area as we talked, and I saw him glancing down towards my crotch,
"trying to get a good look at my junk," I figured.  Each time a wave came
by, he seemed to be floating closer and closer, until we were practically
touching.  My inexperience showed as I hesitated to understand his unspoken
attraction to me.  He stood up, giving me a good view of his body: yes, he
was muscular with big, meaty pecs, 6 pack abs, almost completely smooth
except for a small thin tangle of coarse hair snaking from his navel down
into his white speedo which was partly transparent and hinted at the
presence of a long cock laying at a downward angle over a nice set of round
balls.  Then, he said, "I think skinny dipping is a great idea," and he
slipped off his bathing suit, and pulled it over his head letting it settle
around his neck like a small white scarf.  As we continued talking and he
kept getting closer and closer to me, until another stray wave hit us both
and he reached out and grabbed my arm.  His hand was big, a bit rough, and
strong.  I flushed at the sudden contact but was warmed and glad he'd done
so.  I reached over and touched his shoulder.  Before I knew it, we were
hugging each other, and I was running my hands over his round deltoids,
triceps and smooth meaty pecs.  Because we were in a shallow area, about 3
feet of water, we were both crouching down, and one of my knees was between
his thighs as I felt his knee nuzzling against my balls and achingly hard
cock.

     I couldn't believe how outrageous this was- that a man like Freddie
was paying attention to me at a time when I was still trying to figure out
how to escape my nerdy high school persona.  Though people complimented me
on my looks all the time, I felt like a skinny ugly duckling, yet here was
this masculine latin stud paying all this attention to me, aggressively but
calmly seducing me.  I was ready to play along, the rush of hormones and
blood to my head added to my heart pounding like a machine in my chest and
my breath coming fast and deep.

I got closer to him, I wanted to taste his skin and run my lips over his
shoulder and neck.  He reached down, grabbing my cock in his big paw and
giving a gentle squeeze.  I did the same to him- shocked that he was so
large, a good inch longer than me at 8 inches of uncircumsized, tanned meat
with a big round head bulging through his foreskin and thick smooth
shaft. He had a small patch of dark pubes and his balls were shaved- a new
idea I had never thought of, which I filed away in my mind for later
contemplation.  I just couldn't get enough of the view.  He stood up and I
followed him to slightly deeper water, coming about to the level of our
waists.  We were about the same height.  He pulled me in and his lips
grazed mine, almost tickling, and he ran the slippery tip of his tongue
along my mouth.  I couldn't catch my breath.  I grabbed his cock, stroking
light and fast the way I do to myself.  Freddie moaned deep and then
floated backwards, winding his thick muscular hairless thighs around my
waist.  This brought his cock about half a foot from my face.  I grabbed
it, pulled it vertical and let it flop/splash back against his lower belly.
Freddie just kept floating on his back, eyes closed.  I studied his amazing
torso with my fingers and hands, the velvety hairless tanned skin peculiar
to latin men, his perfect chest with large darker nipples tightened into
wrinkled nubs by the physical arousal, his muscular arms and the small
patches of thick dark hair in his armpits.

     As I kept stroking his cock, Freddie started to wriggle his hips and
use his muscular thighs to grasp me tighter by the waist.  My cock was like
a piece of steel, pointing up and he started to push himself against it,
wedging it between his hard glutes.  I could see all of his most intimate
anatomy: the hard tanned cock, the large hairless scrotum tightening over
his big balls, and the slightly hairy taint below.  With the fingers of my
left hand, I began to probe between his asscheeks, wanting to feel his
little bud, imagining it to be the most vulnerable and private part of his
big muscular manly body.  as my index and middle fingers touched him there,
he let out a big breath of air and moaned almost like he was warming up to
sing opera.  I found that very endearing and unexpected.  As I continued to
probe back there and stroke his cock, Freddie reached behind him and took
my erection in his powerful hand, stroking and pointing it towards his
anus.  I got the hint and started to hump against him.  I felt my dickhead
squeezed, which made me give a stronger push, and suddenly I was aware it
was half buried in him, enveloped by a hot tightness that made me gasp.  I
let go of his cock and grabbed him by the hips with both hands, hard,
pulling him onto me.  A couple more pushes and my 7 inch sword was thrust
in to the hilt, his smooth tight balls bouncing against my pubic bush, his
legs and thighs locked around me while the dreamy expression on his face
changed to a wide eyed, open mouthed silent scream of pleasure.  The waves
were small and gentle, and their motion caused me to rock rhythmically into
him, my legs spread in a wide stance to keep us as stable as possible.  As
far as Freddie was concerned, he was literally floating in mind and body,
looking into my eyes intently and urging me on with little moans, his hands
reaching above his head.  He was really into letting go and me being in
control.  I kept up the gentle, insistent humping for about 15 minutes when
suddenly I started to feel the itchy, tickly electricity and tightening
pulsations in my cock and balls that indicated impending orgasm.  With
that, I grabbed him even harder and started to drive into him really fast,
pistoning against him with an urgency I could not control.  Freddie sensed
the change, reaching down to grab his cock with his right hand, stroking
that foreskin up and down over his dark plum glans in a fast blur, the
splashing water and our quiet moans the only sound I was aware of.  I saw/
felt/ heard as he started to orgasm, his torso contracting and his abs
thrown into sharp relief as a stream of thick white ejaculate sprayed onto
his upper abs , floating in the salty water to stick in globs onto the
black hairs of his treasure trail and pubes.  That was it: I spasmed into
him, pumping my load into his hot tight chute in an orgasm that left me
lost in time and space, everything seemed to go dark except for Freddie's
face and eyes, his teeth glowing white against his tanned skin.  I have no
idea how much time passed, it could have been a minute or an hour.  I
pulled him up to me, my cock slipping out, and we grabbed each other very
hard in an open mouthed, tongue sucking kiss.  We seemed to be feeding on
each others' mouths.  We stayed that way and, as consciousness slowly
returned, we separated from each other and with big smiles we turned toward
the shore, 50 yards away.  There, to no one's surprise, a group of 7-10
guys were looking at us, and as we walk/swam back they erupted with
clapping and good-natured laughter.

     We stepped onto the sand and the crowd dispersed.  I was so
embarrassed, but Freddie actually had a kind of proud, knowing expression
on his face.  I was beat- I basically dropped onto my sun-baked towel face
down, and after making a little indentation in the sand to accommodate my
cock, I fell into a brief sleep.  Freddie stayed by me, and when we started
to talk about what happened, he mentioned that he had spotted me right
away, knew what he wanted, and had oiled his ass with "Bain de Soleil "
suntan cream....No wonder my cock slid in so easily!  Eventually the time
came to pack up and leave, and we exchanged numbers.  I met him a few times
after that, and he introduced me to rimming- I'll never forget the first
time he turned me over and stuck his tongue in my ass I felt a flush of
heat sweep over my body that left me breathless.

     I want to add that this happened around 1979, when I was about 18, and
it was pre-AIDS awareness. He was one of the last men I ever had
unprotected sex with.  I've tried searching for him on facebook and google,
but haven't found a trace.  I wish I could tell him the story of how my
life turned out and how my memory of him hasn't faded in the least.

Happy to hear any comments or feedback ( good or bad ). brainyjockll@yahoo.com