Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 11:01:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Will Anderson <big69will42@yahoo.com>
Subject: Will's Jack Off Journal - Chapter 27

Chapter 27 - Memorable Day at the Beach

This particular beach has two separate and distinct sections - one is a
very popular and picturesque public county beach, and the other a private
nude beach, where you pay to park, then hike down a steep trail to the
sand.  It's about a mile long and maybe 70 yards wide, with dozens of
driftwood enclosures up against the cliffs that have been built by
beach-goers over the years.  The nude beach is fairly well-known
among gays and local sun lovers, but is trickey to find.  And it can also
be can be a very hot spot for sex. I had a very erotic experience there
about 10 years ago. The following account happened just the way I
describe it.

I had been cruising around the nude beach naked, with only a towel around
my neck, my baseball cap, togs and sunglasses, with my half-hardon
swinging in the breeze.  In almost 20 minutes I hadn't connected or made
eye contact with anyone.  So I retired to one of the empty "forts" - a
circular enclosure built of driftwood logs piled maybe 3' high that
afforded some degree of privacy.  After settling in I opened my
cooler and extracted a cold beer. I laid down on my blanket naked  and
started masturbating, while shooting candid photos of myself beating off
to enjoy later.  In the warm summer breeze, I stroked very myself slowly,
but held off cumming.  I eventually dozed off into half-sleep basking in
the afternoon sun, spread-eagle and stark naked on my blanket, my hand
still wrapped around my cock.  I love jacking off like this outdoors.

After maybe 10 minutes of this nice revery, I had a vague sensation
of the very gentle touch of a soft hand on my thigh, which then slowly
moved up to my semi-erect penis and around my balls.  I opened my eyes to
half-slits, and slowly became conscious of a visitor.  I squinted, and
found a young gay guy, maybe 25, kneeling beside me gently fondling my
cock.  I awoke, lifted my head up, and softly told him that I really
liked what he was doing.  He was blonde and very attractive.

He then introduced himself (Brad as I recall), while rubbing me slowly
up-and-down, and smiling as my erection grew in his hand.  He, too, was
naked sporting his own stiff hardon.  When he had me fully erect again,
he bent over and placed my now-rigid penis in his mouth, and started
giving me a nice slow sensual blow job, while he masturbated himself.  It
was like a wonderful dream.........and I didn't have to do a thing except
lay back and enjoy it.  In no time I was getting close to ejaculation and
I told him so, so he backed off a little.  He'd been jacking himself off
the whole time he had been sucking me.  Then he shifted onto his knees
between my spread legs, and jacked himself off a little faster.  Pretty
soon he arched and moaned loudly, and squirted a huge spurts of his warm,
fresh cum all over my stomach, legs, and coating my cock and balls.  I
could feel his hot sperm as it hit my skin.  God, how I fondly recall
shooting big loads like that when I was in my twenties.

He then surprised me by then by leaning over, and slowly licking all
of his own semen off my entire body with his tongue.  It was an
incredibly erotic act!!  After a few minutes of that, he leaned down,
dribbled the entire mouthful of cum from his mouth onto his hand and my
cock, then started masturbating me using his sperm as jack off lube.  I
love the slurpy sound produced by a hand sliding up and down like that.
After awhile, I watched his semen turn into a thick white paste as his
handjob strokes quickened.

It took me less than a minute for my orgasm to erupt.  I
shot my two-day load of semen straight up in the air with unusually
strong spurts.  He seemed to be quite turned on by the
spectacle, watching intently and urging me on as my sperm shot up and out
of my penis and down onto his pumping hand, my pubic hair, balls,
stomach, etc.  It was definitely one of the more powerful ejaculations
I'd had for some time.  To say the least, I was quite proud of myself for
such a spectacular performance.

Then, as quickly as he had appeared, he rose to his feet, wiped his hand
on my towel, turned around, and walked away down the beach with a very
brief, "Thanks".

True story.