After leaving the religious order I found a bed sit and a job with a clothing store in a West coast seaside town. Living alone was a strange experience and my thoughts at night would inevitably return to the sex with the "brothers". Masturbation was a relief but I desperately yearned for the touching, the fondling ,even the smell of another mans aroused body. There were times at work when I would called into the men's fitting room for my opinion,on occasion I would find myself in that confined space with a customer in just his undies or on a couple of occasions completely naked,it didn't cross my mind that they were really just wanting to expose themselves,though I was now approaching 19 years old I was often mistaken for a younger lad. That younger look had an influence on other aspects of my life,as the weather got a bit warmer I would do some running in the local sand dunes. I was hot and sweating and took a break in a secluded spot well away from any other people,instead of shorts I had worn track suit bottoms,I was completely alone so I felt secure in removing them and cooling down my my undies. Living alone allowed me to indulge myself with undies,I had developed a bit of a fetish about what I wore underneath,I was very much into tight white bikini or thong type briefs,now in the dunes I felt slightly exposed in wearing just a white thong,but looking about again I was well out of sight of anybody else and anyway though it was probably a bit on the small side it did cover my bits,I say bits because compared to the "brothers"and the men I'd seen naked I am rather on the lesser endowed side. I dozed off momentarily not realising that like in my bed I am inclined to get an erection when I'm asleep,I don't think I was that long dozing when a faint cough brought me awake,at first I wasn't sure where I was or who the man standing above me was he was standing legs apart,he was wearing running shorts ,small ,which from my layed down position and because he was deliberately exposing himself to me was a bit of a rerun of the fitting rooms. In the few seconds that this scenario played out I had overlooked my own appearance,wearing a very skimpy thong now barely containing an obvious erection,it's nice and quiet here he said in a soft low voice as he sank onto his knees,to be honest all I remember he was talking to me but my mind was not engaging. I was very conscious of my erection which surely he couldn't miss,as he got on his knees he moved my folded track suit bottoms away from me,almost as I was reaching for them. I attempted to sit up but with a gentle touch on my shoulder he moved me back down,he had taken control of my body,he was gently whispering to me. His soft hand moved from my shoulder down my chest moving over my nipples as I made no attempt to stop him. Any chance of my erection subsiding was completely dismissed his hand was already moving over my belly button and onto my still downy pubic hair,my erection released itself from the waistband almost to welcome his fingers. On his knees above me his manhood now fully out and in all its glory his testicles moving to the rhythm of his other hand as he masturbated . He pulled downwards on my thong I raised my bottom to help then as he double masturbated I kicked my undies away and spread my legs apart. Anybody might have come by but thankfully not,the final act of our mutual ejaculation came all too quickly,I felt the heat of our mixed spunk land on my body , a truly beautiful moment.