Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2022 11:02:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Phil Roberts Subject: Sex on the beach The following is a true story that I first published on Men On The Net in December 2015. I have recently discovered Nifty and have posted the six stories that I published there on here and exactly as they were. All six are true stories and I now hope to write some more. Comments gratefully received at phil.roberts42@yahoo.com Usual blurb about don't read if you are underage, etc. Also why not make a small donation to Nifty so they can keep up the good work. I have always found sex outdoors exciting. I like pictures of sexy men nude outdoors and I like DVDs showing sex outdoors. I have also been fortunate to enjoy some good sex outdoors. I don't know if it is the sun on my flesh or the feeling of being "at one with nature", but there are definitely some sexual triggers there for me. This is a true story about a guy who knew what buttons to press at the right time, leading to a mind blowing situation that I never even dreamed could happen to me. I was walking beside a local beach one morning. The promenade is popular with runners, cyclists and dog walkers. It was early summer and warm enough to be in shorts and T-shirt. I was approaching the end of the promenade, where the footpath turns inland and the beach itself becomes much quieter, when I saw a guy walking towards me. He was probably mid-50s, about six feet tall, tanned and well-toned but not overly muscular, with short hair and a goatee type beard and moustache. He was wearing a running T-shirt and shorts and looked slightly sweaty. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I turned around and he did the same. I walked two or three more paces and turned again. He did the same. I was not aware that this was a cruising spot, and I tend to avoid them anyway because I find them sleazy and often full of time wasters, but the "gaydar" was working and this looked promising. I stopped walking and sat on the edge of the promenade with my feet on the beach below. I turned to my left and could see the guy walking back towards me. He walked very close to me, said "Hi" as he walked past and walked a short distance along the quieter part of the beach, around a small headland and away from public view, where he too sat down. I followed him and sat next to him. "Nice morning "I said. "Lovely" he replied and pressed his outer thigh against mine. He then put his hand on my knee and rubbed my inner thigh. My cock was already hard inside my shorts. He took off his shirt, I did the same and he leaned towards me and we kissed. I put my arms around him as his tongue entered my mouth and I held his slightly sweaty body against mine. He felt and tasted good. I kissed his neck and shoulders, rubbing my hands up and down his back and inside the waistband of his shorts. I moved from back to front, front to back, feeling his tight buttocks, his short pubic hair and the tip of his cock. He turned and pushed my shoulders slowly but firmly to the ground. I winced slightly as my back touched the pebbles on the beach, but I wanted this man and I did not stop him. I spread my legs as he climbed on top of me, our hard cocks against each other through our shorts. He bit my nipples quite roughly, adding to the pain from the pebbles, and kissed my chest and stomach. Next he lifted my legs above me and removed my shorts, leaving my trainers on. He buried his head in my groin, licking my cock, licking my balls and my hole, all the time holding my legs in the air with one of his strong hands. He then lubricated his fingers with his own spit and inserted one then two fingers into my hole. He removed his own shorts and a big, hard cock sprang up and slapped against his body. He spat into the palm of his hand and asked me to get onto all fours. I winced again as I felt the pebbles on my knees, and then some more as he entered me forcefully from behind, not in an aggressive way but in the assertive way of a man who knows what he wants. He held me by my hips and thrust slowly at first, then faster and deeper. After what seemed a very long time, he pulled back and asked me to lie on my back. Again he took hold of my legs, this time with both hands, spreading them wide and putting my legs on his shoulders. He ploughed straight into me, pushing my body back into those pebbles. He slowly applied more pressure to my legs, lifting my ass and my lower back off the ground. As he did so he pushed deeper into me each time, hitting spots that had never been hit before. His thrusting became more powerful, his face was twisted with pleasure and I knew he was about to plant his seed. He cried out loud as he filled me again and again and I used every one of my anal muscles to squeeze every last drop from him. He sighed with satisfaction as he pulled his cock out, let go of my legs and sat back on the beach. I sat up and looked at him. Neither of us said anything. I had not noticed that my cock was now soft, he didn't touch me again and I was too relaxed (or tired) to try to relieve myself. He had had his pleasure and I had had mine. He whispered "Thank you" to me as he put his shorts back on and then he walked slowly away from me. I lay back on the pebbles once more. This time I didn't feel them at all because I was oblivious to everything around me. I lay there for a few minutes in total relaxation, just thinking about what had just happened. I had just had the best sex that I have ever had, even to this day, on a beach with a total stranger. We hardly spoke, I never knew his name and I have never seen him since.