Written by Ken

Fact
19 Oct 2015


Well, now I had the urge to go back to the beach having found the courage. It was time to see how far I would actually take this.

The next day couldn't come fast enough and I had spent the evening shaving and preparting my cock and balls for goodness knows what, but I felt it was the thing to do.

Morning came and I had eaten and had my wander down to Fuengirola town centre knowing that arriving too early at the beach would probably prove fruitless given the cloud. The sun soon appeared and the temp shot up, as did my excitment at what the afternoon had to offer. I had no idea, but I knew I had to find out. So I set out on the short 5 min car journey and parked up across from the beach about 11ish. Made my way across the foot bridge eyeing up the beach as I strolled, more sprinted, across the bridge to be honest.

So, I had already decided I was going to look at what lie around the corner of the beach where most single guys had ventured. Once there I could see why. There were individual self made wind breakers piled high of rocks, about 2 feet high roughly. Just enough that someone could lie down undisturbed and also allow to look over now and again. I walked along looking occasionally to my right to see naked guys mostly lying on their backs quite blatantly showing off their semi aroused cocks, well I thought they looked fairly aroused anyway! I hadn't yet got naked as I thought to wander up the beach with a raving hard on straight away may not be to everyones tastes. So glad I hadn't either, as there was a couple (man and woman) enjoying the sun and surroundings simply sun bathing. As I said previously, this was a after all a bonafide nudist beach...not just somewhere I was going to get my rocks off.

I found myself a private unoccupied rock place of my own and settled down, stripped off. Laid for ages waiting for my cock to go down, which it finally did and I plucked up the courage to walk down to the water's edge and try the water out. Boy it was cold. It didn't take long before I started to gain my stiffness again and I made a speed retreat back to my little hideaway.

I settled down on my front and somehow drifted off to sleep for a short time. When I awoke I looked around and there was no one. The couple had gone and so had the 1 or 2 single blokes. I poppped my head over the rocks and saw a guy about 200 yards away coming this way, sauntering along the beach. Dressed in a t-shirt, straw hat, shades and nowt else. His cock drooping down. I basically watched as he got closer and closer and my heart was racing...this was it I thought to myself. No one around, see what happens, I had no idea what as I said, but something was going to....I lay back down and simply awaited for him to appear in my line of sight towards the water about 20 yards away. I was on my back with my legs together keeping my hard cock down. He looked over. I had my shades and hat on again and watched him. He looked over again but this time I reacted, no thought, I just reacted...by opening my legs and allowing my stiff cock to spring up for him to see. Fuck, I was buzzing.

He didn't need a second invitation and started to walk over, I was shitting myself but so fucking turned on all at the same time and wasn't sure what would happen...other than I was going to cum at some stage.

He got to my side, knelt down, no words were spoken and he leaned over to take my cock in his mouth, But I stopped him, don't ask me why, I don't know, perhaps one step too far too soon for a guy that had never done this before. He didnt seem too displeased and gently grabbed my cock and started to wank me slowly. He was now in a position where I could quite clearly see his 7-8 inch cock that was not quite hard. I got tempted and had to reach out for it, my first cock to hold....I wanked him, alebit a little back to front if you get my drift with my angle of attack I wasn't in the right position to quite give him the best stroke. It soon told as he got me to stop, which I felt a little offended by, couldn't even get thtat right! I think he was simply saying concentrate on him giving me the hand job, so I did. I laid back and started to lose myself in the moment. He was inspecting my arse too and making noises like he wanted to inspect it. He would occasionally move his free hand down to my crack and lick his lips but didn't take it further, perhaps because of my reluctance to allow him to cuck me off? Anyway, his hand was doing the job and I was getting closer and closer to being wanked off by another man for te first time. Faster and faster he pounded my cock and I watched his hand now, every stroke as he jerked my manhood. This was it, I arched my head back and gush, blew my load for what seemed like minutes all over the place. He continued his fine work until I was dry and he simply got up, licked his hand and went to the waters egde and washed his hands and left. And it was over.

My man on man cherry had been broken, or not quite I hear you say....that is still to come...or will it. Since that holiday I have fallen in love with the most beautiful woman I've ever met...which is something for me as I've met quite a few and slept with loads too. So, the fact I'm writing this, does it mean I'm still pondering what could and should have happened that day and the days after at the beach or am I thinking it still could/should?!?!?


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