Ever since I was a young man, I have enjoyed the naturist lifestyle. I prefer to be naked at every opportunity. My earliest trips to Studland beach in Dorset were to perv at naked women. Hours spent fully clothed, roaming across the dunes, hoping to find a bit of action. Over time my walking took me further and further back from the sea, and I encountered more and more gay action. To begin with, I was not interested but as time went on, I found myself watching more and getting increasingly turned on. One quiet afternoon, after a few hours of trudging up and down the dunes in search of action, I stopped on the top of a dune for a drink. Sat in the sun looking out to sea I was soon lost in my own world. The sounds of the beach and the sea faded into the background. I stripped off and lay back, enjoying the feel of the sun on my naked body. This was pure relaxation, no more looking for action, no more walking up and down sand dunes, naturism made sense. It was no longer all about sex, now it was all about feeling connected with nature and at peace with the world. I had been sat for about 15 minutes, when an older guy came over and said hello. As is the way at Studland, he stood to one side looking out to sea, and looked down at me as he spoke. He introduced himself as Bob and said that he was a regular visitor. We exchanged pleasantries, and the inevitable complaints that the beach was quiet. The conversation flowed and we laughed at some of the other characters on the beach. All the while I was sat with my eyes level with his cock. He started telling me about a couple who had been on the beach the day before (always the day before -never the day I was there!) and his story started to make me hard. I tried moving to make it less obvious, but that just had the effect of letting the sun warm and harden me even more. By this time he had noticed and his own cock started to harden. It went from hanging down between his legs, through the “lazy lob” stage to poking out in front of him. All this just inches from my eyeline. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, and I was unsure what to do. Bob continued with his story, and punctuated it with an occasional twitch of his cock. He was explaining that the couple were well know and that she liked to take on all comers, while the guy would keep watch in case the national trust wardens appeared. I was fascinated and turned on in equal measure. My own cock was by now rock hard, and I had given up trying to hide it. Instead I had reclined back on a tuft of grass, and was listening intently. As I lay back Bob smiled and looked directly at my cock and gave his own a twitch. “Looks like you enjoyed that story” he said. I sat back up and tried to cover myself, but he just smiled and said he was going to take a walk to see if he could find the couple again. He turned and started to walk back into the dunes. I sat and tried to calm down, my heart was pounding and my cock still rock hard. By the time I had looked round again Bob had disappeared. I sat for another 10 minutes until my cock had subsided, then decided I would head back towards the bushes for a stroll. Instead of dressing I pushed my clothes into a bag, and headed back from the sea. This was the first time I had walked around naked at Studland, and the grass and breeze tickled at my cock as I walked. The sun was hot on my back and the breeze cool on my face. By the time I had reached the next row of dunes, I was once again just enjoying the feeling of being naked and free. Cutting around a clump of bushes I was now looking away from the sea and the scenery had changed. For a while I stood looking at the scrub and bushes that extend over the peninsula. Back here the sounds of the beach were missing and had been replaced with a gentle breeze and the odd lazy bumble bee. As the peace washed over me, I decided to stop a while and just enjoy the moment. Looking around I found a suitable hollow in the dunes and made myself comfortable. I had been there for less than 10 minutes when I saw Bob making his way towards me over the dunes. When he arrived, he dropped down into the hollow next to me, glad to be out of the breeze that was now blowing. He told me he was thinking of calling it a day, as the cool breeze and strong sunshine were sure to burn him if he stayed out in to for too long. I hadn’t realized that the breeze was so cold and stood up to test the temperature. Bob was right it was a cool breeze, but after my time in the hollow it was nice to feel it blow over my sunburnt face and shoulders. Our positions were now reversed, and as we chatted my cock was directly in Bobs eyeline. He propped himself against the side of the hollow and stretched his legs out. Once again as we chatted, we both began to harden. This time I didn’t try to hide my growing excitement but turned slightly so I was facing Bob. He reached down and stroked his own hardening cock. I ran my hand over my cock and felt some precum leaking out. Embarrassed I squeezed my foreskin and caught a large drip of precum in my fingers. Bob stared intently at me as I wondered what the hell to do with the stickiness between my fingers. Bob rose to his feet and stepped towards me. His body felt hot from the sun, but his hand was cool as it reached out for my cock. For a brief moment I was unsure what to do, but then I reached over and took his cock in my hand, rubbing my stickiness onto its bulging purple head. I had never held another cock, and it felt huge, and hot. Bob slowly caressed my cock with one hand and reached for my nipple with the other. I had never felt so turned on in my life and could feel myself responding to his expert touch. I breathed deeply and tried not to cum instantly. Instinctively my hand started to move and for the first time I was wanking another man. We stood playing with each other for a while. Both enjoying the sensations and the warmth of the sun on our bodies. I looked down and marvelled at Bobs cock in my hand, and the knowledge that I was playing with another guys hard cock. The sensation was compounded by the guilty pleasure of doing something I had never expected to do. The knowledge that I was no longer a straight guy. Our silent reverie was rudely interrupted as a much older guy appeared at the edge of the hollow and stared at us. Instinctively I let go of Bobs cock and tried to step back and away from him, but Bob held firm. Panicked I looked around and tried to think of a way of escaping, embarrassed to be caught with another guys cock in my hand. Bob continued to stroke my cock and play with my nipple, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. The older guy descended and joined us in the hollow and nodded familiarly to Bob, who smiled back. Without even speaking he dropped to his knees, and Bob guided my cock into his mouth. The sensation was so intense I thought I would faint. Bob, sensing my body tensing held me and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue snaked into my mouth and we kissed while the stranger continued to work on my cock. Within seconds I felt myself coasting over the edge and my climax raced through my body. It seemed like gallons of cum poured into the strangers mouth as Bob and I kissed. When my last drops of cum were finished the old guy was still sucking my now tender cock, and I pulled back feeling it drop from his mouth. I staggered back staring at Bob and the old guy as they kissed, realising that they were swapping my cum between their mouths. I flopped onto my towel, my legs shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. Bob and the old guy finished kissing and both looked at me. “Looks like you enjoyed that” Bob said, and the old guy laughed. I flushed red and started to gather my towel and bag. I felt embarrassed and ashamed, and unsure of myself. I knew that I needed to get out of that hollow and sit and work things out. As I struggled to leave the hollow Bob called out “See you again when you ready for some more”.