At the Beach

I wake up disoriented.  The sun on my back is hot and I can feel
the sweat pooled in the middle.  I roll over, glad I woke up
before I burned--hate to peel this early in the season--and look
for some sunblock and my sunglasses.  I stand up, fix my chair so
I can sit up a little bit, then look around.  

The beach is getting pretty active--lots of college kids today,
must be getting close to break or something--but it's not what
you'd call crowded.  There's a couple a few yards to my right,
the girl watches me towel off, smiling, but I'm more interested
in the guy next to her: a young blond, muscular and tan.  I can't
help staring at him while I towel off, admiring his wide
shoulders, narrow waist, flat stomach and the impressive bulge in
his crotch.  

I'm getting a little bit turned on just looking at him, so I put
my shorts on over my swim suit--his girlfriend is still watching
and I don't want her to get the wrong idea!  She smiles--I guess
she thinks I'm looking at her--and I smile, too, glad I've got
these dark sun glasses so she can't tell where I'm really
looking.  I sit down and rub on some sunblock.  It's white and
creamy and it looks like I'm smearing hot cum around on my
stomach--my mind's really in the gutter today--and I imagine that
it's his, the blond guy's.  I rub it in 'til it disappears, doing
my arms and legs too.  So now I pop the top on a cold beer from my
cooler and lean back and relax.  

There are some guys playing volleyball down the beach.  Looks
like fun--maybe I'll join 'em later.  I'd probably have a hard
time keeping my mind on the game though, considering my state of
mind today.  The sun's hot, and it feels good on my skin.  I
close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the beach: laughter,
radios, wave slapping the shore.........a breeze picks up, and I
smell someone's tanning oil, sweet and kind of coconutty--"shark
bait," we used to call it.  I look back at the blond and see it's
his.  He's rubbing some across his chest and I think, yeah, I'm
the shark, there's the bait!  His chest is smooth and hairless,
and even from here I can see his nipples sticking out, I guess
from the breeze or the rubbing or both.  He sees me watching and
smiles--I guess I've been staring and smiling, too.  

So I take a drink and look away, but keep watching out of the
corner of my eye.  He's working on his legs now, strong, runner's
legs, and I'm thinking how I'd like to be over there, rubbing oil
over his entire body.  This gets me hard again, and I look down
at my cock standing erect, proud, veins full and pulsing.  

I look back over at the blond, and he's watching, rubbing his
crotch.  I can see the outline of his cock, too, bulging against
his bikini shorts, begging to get out.  Then he reaches down with
his other hand and pulls them off, setting his meat free--and
he's big, nine inches I'd guess, maybe more, with a nice sack
hanging below.  He squirts some oil on his cock and strokes it,
getting a full hard on now, up and down, up and down, and I
unconsciously mimic him, stroking myself, up and down.  

He reaches up and tweaks his nipples, first one then the other,
and smiles at me again, still playing with his hard rod.  I smile
back and lick my lips, hinting at what I'd like to do, like he
really needs a hint by now.  He looks down at his cock, then back
at me, beckoning me over.  Of course I oblige, you might say
eagerly, nearly falling down as I get out of my chair.  I walk
over, my dick bouncing with each step, until we're eye-to-eye.
He says "Hi," still stroking. "Hi," I say back, and reach over to
play with his nipple, still hard.  

He smiles at this, but doesn't say anything else, so I don't say
anything, but I don't stop either.  He sits down, pulling me down
to the towel with him.  I push him back so he's lying down, still
gently twisting and pulling at his nipple.  I can tell he really
likes it, too!  I grab the oil he was using and squirt some on his
stomach and chest.  It's hot from being in the sun so too much
comes out, but that's o.k.  I rub it around--it really brings out
the definition in his stomach...he must do a lot of sit-ups to
get like that.  Then I reach down and grab his cock--my fingers
barely reach all the way around--and stroke it for him, lubing it
up more with the oil left on my hand.  

He just puts his hands behind his head, closes his eyes, and
smiles, letting me work his meat for him.  I'm still stroking
myself, too.  My dick isn't quite as big as his, but it's still
pretty big, and having a hot, hard cock in each hand really turns
me on.  He's got pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock so I
lean over and suck the head of it.  He leans up to watch, the
muscles in his stomach tensing, really rippling.  

I keep stroking the base of his cock while I work my tongue
around the big, full head.  My nose is filled with the smell of
all that tanning oil...it doesn't really taste like it smells,
though, but it's o.k., kind of a neutral flavor.  I can taste his
pre-cum though--a little salty, maybe from the ocean.  He leans
back again, relaxing, enjoying himself.  I move down and lick his
balls, taking them one at a time into my mouth.  Meanwhile I've
re-greased my hand from the excess oil on his stomach and chest
and I'm stroking the full length of his cock again.  It's rock
hard and I can feel his heart beatin the blood pulsing through
it.  

He's making little animal sounds of pleasure, probably not even
aware he's doing it.  I don't want him to come yet, so I sit up
for a minute.  He opens his eyes and says "Don't stop!" "Don't
worry," I laugh, "I've got a better idea." I grab the oil again
and really lube him up good.  He doesn't know what'scoming...I
wonder if he's ever fucked a guy before.  Then I straddle him, my
cock hard and almost in his face.  He's looking a little worried,
like maybe he thinks I want him to suck me now: really clueless
-- makes me grin.  "What?" he says."Nothin'." Then I ease back so
the head of his dick is nestled against my ass.  

I'm wondering if I can take his cock--he's big and I don't let
guys fuck me in the ass very often.  But you don't run across an
adonis like this very often and I really want to feel him inside
me.  All of him.  Deep inside me.  "Uh," he starts, but before he
can protest I start working down over him, getting the head of
his big cock inside my tight asshole.  He's kind of wide-eyed,
realizing what this is going to be like, and I slide down over
the rest of him.  I don't think I've ever felt a cock like
his--so long and hard.  

I start to work myself up and down, slowly, getting used to it,
watching him start to enjoy it and.......I must have dozed off
again--man, what a dream!!  My cock is rock hard and it's kind of
obvious, even with my shorts on (it's a good thing I put them
on!).  I look around, but nobody's looking--the girl is sleeping,
and the blond, boy of my dreams!, is down playing volleyball.
I'm kind of willing my cock to go down, but it's not working.  My
beer is warm, so I reach over and get another one, and my towel,
which I use to hide my hardon.  I can't sit here with a towel
draped across my lap all day, though--someone'll figure it out
sooner or later--so when no-one's looking I make a dash for the
water, shorts and all.  

The water's still kind of cold, so I swim out fifty yards or so and
back.  This brings me down pretty much so I can get out.  I look
down the beach, thinking this would be a good time to play some
volleyball, but they're on a beer break I guess, or between games.
Some of the guys are in the water, but I don't see the blond
anywhere.  

Probably just as well--I'd probably get hard again.  The sun's in
the west now: I must have slept longer than I thought.  I'm kind
of hungry, too.  Beer all day just doesn't cut it.  The showers
are way down the beach, near the parking lot, so I grab my towel
and sunglasses and head that way.  There's a lot of hot guys out
today and I cruise them behind my glasses, letting my mind wander,
wondering if any of them are gay...that dream really left me
horny and my balls are aching to blow.  

Before I know it I'm at the showerhouse.  I can hear water
running, so there must be someone in there.  I'm not real big on
public showers--I guess it's a hangup leftover from high school
P.E.--but I'm not too shy, either, and what the hell, I'll at
least get to look at a man today!  So I step in and shuck my
clothes, putting everything in a locker.  My cock gets semi-hard,
glad to be free finally.  I look at it swinging there between my
legs, and massage my balls, trying to get the ache out.  Of
course there's only one way to do that!  But not here...I step
around the corner to the showers and...it's The Blond.  

He's got his back to me, the shower's spray hitting him in the
face.  Instant hardon--I'm back in my dream, only this is for
real!  I move closer, glad his eyes are closed, to get a better
look, and notice his arm is moving--he's jacking off in the
shower!  Oh man, I'm thinking, this is too much, this is my lucky
day.  I reach down and pull on my cock, already wanting to cum.  I
move around to the shower next to him and get a real look at him.  

His cock isn't quite as big as in my dream, but he's still got
eight inches plus.  He got it lathered up and he's stroking away,
lost in the spray of warm water, unaware that I'm watching.
Bliss, I think, and stroke myself more.  I want to reach over and
touch him, but I'm not stupid, just horny.........I turn on my
shower, instantly cursing myself--the blond hears the water and
jumps, opening his eyes.  Uh oh, I think, here I am watching him
and jacking off too--I'm dead meat.  

He's embarrassed, caught in the act, and his cock wilts a little
bit.  He sees what I'm doing (oh no, here it comes), and gets
hard again.  My dick had lost it, too--I'm ready to run--but he
starts stroking himself again, grinning, and I start to get hard
again.  I guess he's got some tendencies he's been hiding, or
maybe he just likes to put on a show.  Hey, I'm not complaining!
So I grab some soap and work up a lather myself and match him,
stroke for stroke.  What a turn on!  

My balls are begging to shoot their load, my cock throbbing in my
hand.  The blond is watching me, jacking himself off, one hand on
his dick, the other on his balls.  He slows down--must be getting
close, then he looks down at himself and with three quick thrusts
he shoots.  What a load--cum hits the wall, once, twice, three
times, and then I shoot, only my cum hits him--one long stream,
then.....I wake up.  I'm in bed and I just shot my load all over
Tony sleeping next to me.  It all comes back to me: the hot sex,
letting him fuck my mouth, taking him deep-throat, the wrestling,
playing.  Wow, Tony was good.  Hell, WE were good!  And then that
dream.  Wow!  I don't remember the last time I had a wet dream.
And what a wet dream!  

I lay there reliving it, letting my heart slow down, then I curl
back around the real live hunk in my bed.  I think about how
we're going to fuck each others' brains out when he wakes up and
I drift slowly back to sleep, waiting for Tony to wake up.....