Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2012 13:51:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Richard Stuffer <dickstuffer10@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Lifelong Love Affair with Cock and Cum  Part 2

Ever since I saw that fuck film in my friend's garage, my mind was
constantly filled with images from it.  I would jerk off a few times a day
to the memory of that film.  I knew now that cock held a special
fascination for me. That film made me more aware of males around me.
Sometimes, I would fantasize about my male teachers being naked, If I got
too excited, before I got too hard, I would ask to use the restroom and
jerk off.  Although I wasn't shooting that thick, white stuff yet I noticed
the tip of my cock would get wet. As time went on, with more jerking, I
noticed more and more of this wetness appearing.  It was clear liquid so I
knew it wasn't cum. It felt great when I would orgasm but I still wasn't
shooting any white stuff. In time, the clear liquid seemed to increase
during my jerking sessions.  I decided to taste some of it on my fingertip.
It didn't have much of a taste and it wasn't water.  Although it looked
like water, it didn't taste like it and it felt kind of oily and slick.  I
didn't mind the taste of it.

In later jerk off sessions, as the clear liquid increased I would taste
more of it. I found I liked it in spite of its lack of flavor. All this
time, with the more frequent jerk off sessions I had, I wanted more
and. more to see naked men.

One day, on a lark, I decided to go to the beach by myself.  I told my
folks I was going to my friends house for a few hours.  This was not
unusual so they had no concerns.  He didn't often come over to my house,
and by the time he did in his next rare visit, I would make certain to
visit him in case this came up in conversation.

I got to the beach. It was a holiday so my being there would not be
questioned.  I found a spot that had some people around me, but not too
close. I wore darkened sunglasses so I could look at what I wanted without
being detected. There were guys with girlfriends, husbands with wives and
families, teenagers all over the beach. I noticed some of the older guys
(those that appeared to be in their mid 30s and older) particularly. They
seemed to draw my attention, much more so than the teenagers and the 20
years olds.

My horniness from seeing that porn film in my friend's garage had only
heightened my sexual awareness. I was jerking off more often and couldn't
stop thinking of men and their cocks. Here I was in an acceptable social
setting where I could feast my eyes. Aside from the young guys, not every
older guy was attractive.  Some of them sort of looked like old women with
sagging breasts.  The older ones who weren't too old or sagging seemed to
draw my eye.  I found a few to watch and revel in.  I brought a portable
radio with headphones (this was before mp3 players had come into being) and
a book along with a knapsack of snacks so I could stay there for a few
hours.

I was watching those hot guys whose bodies earned my attention, I would
focus my attention on their chests, or their nipples, or their navels.
Some men had some hair on their chests, which I found interesting. I'd seen
my father's chest a few times and he had some hair.  Some of these men had
more, others less, than my dad had.  Either way, whether hairy or not,
there was something about each guy who drew my attention that made me
horny.  I didn't reason what or why these guys made me horny, but just
reveled in the feelings that arose in my crotch just from viewing them
partially naked.

I was enjoying myself immensely, Not because of the beach, itself, but
because I had found my element.  Here I could see plenty of guys almost
naked. Those that attracted my attention soon caused me to drop my eyes
lower on their bodies.  I would look at the contours in the crotches of
their swimsuits.  I would try to imagine what a guy's cock looked like
behind that thin piece of fabric that kept his cock and balls from my
eyes. If I couldn't see his naked crotch, I fantasized of how it must look
based on how sexy I found his upper half.  I'd picked out about six guys
that I found particularly sexy to watch. Two of them had hairy chests.  The
day was warm and breezy so I wasn't sweating much since all I did was sit
on my towel.  I applied some lotion to promote tanning to prevent a burn
since I hadn't told anyone I was going to the beach alone. I didn't want to
get too much color so I applied the lotion every 30 minutes. Of course, the
one area I couldn't lotion was my back. I thought I'd put on my shirt once
I felt my back starting to burn .

After I finished lotioning myself, I went back to secretly ogling the hot
men from behind my darkened sunglasses. I noticed that one of my two
favorites wasn't around. This guy must have been in his 50s (I know now)
and was with his wife only. He had a nice hairy chest, and his nipples
really caught my eye, and he had some hair on his belly, which was slightly
pot, with a line of thicker hair going down the center of his belly and
disappearing below his waistband of his swimsuit. He was one of my two
favorites out of the six guys whose bodies I found very hot to ogle.  I
looked to the water to see if he was swimming but couldn't locate him.  I
knew he hadn't left because his wife was still there.  I started reading my
book again and was just going to put my earphones on again when I heard a
voice near me.

The voice said, "It looks like your back is starting to burn.  I think you
need some lotion there, sport."

When I looked up it was my favorite guy who I lost track of while
lotioning.  He was wearing swimming trunks, which most men past their 30s
wore in that time. He was standing above me and very close when I looked
up.  I noticed that his trunks were so baggy I could look up the leg
openings.  I saw his goods suspended inside a mesh supporter.  I couldn't
make out much detail because everything was kind of scrunched together, but
I did notice hair bush out on the sides of the mesh supporter.

"If you like, I will apply lotion to your back so it doesn't get badly
burned.  Do you want me to do that? " he asked.

I told him yes I would appreciate that. He applied lotion to my back and
was talking to me. He asked if I were there alone. He asked did my parents
know I was alone on the beach. He said most youngsters like myself came to
the beach with their families or friends.  I lied and told him my family
was busy with something or other, and that my friends and their families
had made plans for the day.  This seemed to satisfy him.

He told me his name was Ed and he was glad to meet me.  I told him my name
(KIrk) and that I was happy to meet him and thanked him for lotioning my
back,

He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he finished and recapped the bottle.
He said, "No problem, sport.  But I don't think you should stay too much
longer, In spite of the lotion, you may get too much sun this one time.
Better safe than sorry.  Ok?  Well, I better be getting back to the
wife. Take care, Kirk.  And again, nice meeting you." and he shook my hand
and walked back to his wife.

I stayed a while longer continuing to ogle the hot guys who drew my
attention, including Ed. I continued to enjoy the eye candy (a phrase that
didn't exist at the time) for a little less than an hour.  I felt than I
should head home. Much as I hated to tear myself away from the hot stuff I
was ogling, I knew enough to leave before most decided to head home for
dinner. Traffic would be heavy and the busses would be crowded.  I wanted
to avoid that.  I started packing up my stuff. When I was done, I looked
around to take one last look at the hotties I'd been ogling all day.  Two
had already left, judging by their vacant spots, and I couldn't find Ed
anywhere. I wanted, especially, to wave goodbye to him and acknowledge and
thank him for the lotioning of my back, His wife was alone on the blanket
and I couldn't see him among the swimmers in the surf.

Oh, well. My intentions were good for wanting to thank him but that was not
to be. As I started to leave, I decided it would be a smart idea to go to
the bathroom and try to pee before I got on the bus. I wasn't sure how long
the trip would take, based on the traffic, and wanted to play it safe.

There were only two urinals in the rest room, The rest of the space taken
up by 3 sinks and four stalls.  I guess they figured people could use the
stalls as changing rooms. There was a man standing at one of the urinals
when I entered. At that age, not being sophisticated enough for the need
for privacy among strange men in rest rooms, I went to the vacant urinal
rather than using a stall. The guy was standing with his back to me in his
swimsuit. All that sun had made me feel a bit drowsy and lightheaded so I
didn't connect the dots, so to speak, right away.

I got to my urinal and pulled out my dick, I could see from the corner of
my eye that the man to my left was pushing out the last spurts of piss.  I
could only vaguely see a bit of his cock head as he pushed out the last of
his piss.  I was waiting for my piss to start, hoping I'd be able to unload
some and not be pee shy and have to worry about the bus if I couldn't.

I must have been waiting about 2 seconds for my pee to start when I heard,
"Hello again."

I looked up at the speaker and it was Ed. He smiled at me. I smiled back
and thanked him for lotioning me. He asked if I was leaving for the day and
was I sure I'd have no problem getting home.  I answered his questions but
all the while Ed still had his cock in his hand even though it seemed he
had finished peeing.  There was no one else in the restroom from what we
could hear, It seemed all the stalls were empty and we were the only two
there at the time,

Ed continued to ask me questions such as do I come to the beach with my
family often, or with friends, etc.  All this time his dick is still held
in his hand. I told him that my family was not beach people and most of my
friends went with their families.  I told him I enjoyed myself today and
might come back to the beach, alone, again.

He started asking me about school and sports and such, and was slowly
moving back from the urinal as he talked to me. I thought it odd that he
was asking about these different things as he continued to move slowly back
from the urinal. I answered his questions but couldn''t help but notice
that I had to turn to my left to keep eye contact with him as he slowly
backed away from the urinal. I noticed his right arm making movements and
when I looked down I saw that he was gently stroking his cock.

Man, he had a nice cock. It looked enormous to me!  It was almost the size
of my wrist in thickness.  It appeared to be plump but rubbery and flexible
as he stroked it. My eyes stayed on his cock as he was saying something, My
attention had drifted from his words to his cock.

He then said, "Do you like what you see, Kirk?"  I just looked up at him
and nodded a yes.

He continued to stroke his cock and it seemed to be thickening, lengthening
and hardening slowly.

This was really hot.  This was one of my favorite guys to watch on the
beach today, I had fantasized what his swimsuit would contain.  My
imagination was nothing like the reality. His cock was awesome! Only his
cock was out above the waistband of his swimsuit, his balls still hidden
inside. He continued to stroke his cock as my eyes were glued to it. It
seemed to continue thickening, hardening and lengthening.

He said, "Do you want to feel it, Kirk?  Do you want to touch my cock?

I looked up at him and again nodded yes.

He said, "Go on, touch it. Feel it.  Let me know how it feels to you."

I reached out and lightly touched his cock. This was the first adult cock I
had seen in person and the first one I had ever touched. It felt oddly
firm, like hard rubber, and yet the outermost part of it felt soft.

"You can hold it tighter than that if you like, Kirk.  It doesn't hurt.  It
feels good to me.  Go on, hold it tighter, It will feel better to you and
me", Ed said.

So, I wrapped my hand around his thick cock shaft. It felt warm and hard
and soft all at the same time.  Ed then placed his hand on mine and started
stroking back and forth on his cock. I couldn't believe how thick his cock
felt, nor how different it felt from anything I'd ever touched before.  We
stood there with my eyes riveted on his hot, thick, hardening cock as our
hands stroked it.

He said, "Do you like this, Kirk?  Do you like the feel of my dick?"  I
nodded yes as I continued to stroke his hot cock with his hand over mine.

He said, "We can't really play here. Do you want to play with my cock
again?  Would you like that, Kirk?"

This time I said, "Yes.  I would like that, Ed."

He said, "Okay, We have to stop now before someone comes in.  Here's what
we'll do, You leave first and wait for me by the hot dog stand. I have to
go do something but I will be back in a few minutes. OK?  Will you wait for
me and I will be right back. Ok, Kirk?"

I said yes and he took his hand off mine that was stroking his cock, I
washed my hands and left the restroom and walked over to the hotdog
stand. Two minutes later, Ed came out and started walking back towards the
beach.

I waited for what must have been 3 minutes before Ed returned.  We walked
away from the hotdog stand to an area that had no people around. We were on
one of the exit pathways from the beach.  Ed looked around and made sure no
one was near.  Then he placed card in my hand. He said, "Here, Kirk, Here
is my card with my business phone number on it.  I want you to keep this
and call me.  Call me when you want to play again.  We can plan a time and
day for us to get together and play some more.  Will you do that, Kirk?",
he asked.

I told him yes and I immediately placed his card in a pocket in my
knapsack, He warned me not to forget about it and to call him soon, I
assured him I would. We both smiled, shook hands and said our goodbyes.
Boy!  I couldn't wait to call Ed and play with him again.

Till next time.