Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 17:45:22 -0400
From: JD <powercyclist@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Weekend

What follows is a true story, sort of. It's really more a combination of
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BEACH WEEKEND



I was enjoying an early morning cup of coffee Saturday morning at a little
cafe near one of the US leading gay beaches. It doesn't matter which one.
It had sun, surf and hot guys. I was spending a long holiday weekend out
there and hoped to have a little fun while there.


While getting my ritual caffeine dosage I got so involved in working
through the crossword puzzle - the Saturday puzzle is always the hardest -
that I didn't notice someone walk up to my table. When I first heard the
gentle male voice say "Do you mind if I sit here?" I wasn't even sure the
person was talking to me.

A quick glance in the direction of the voice put a big smile on my face and
made me forget all about not getting the answer to 35 across - 7 letters -
"woman who loves cats, so to speak". Standing right by me was a young guy,
about 20, I guessed, with a smile that could melt a glacier. He had reddish
brown surfer length hair and stunning green eyes you could get lost in. His
sleeveless t-shirt and board shorts did nothing to hide the guy's lean
muscular body.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" he asked. "The place is kind of crowded."

I looked around quickly and noticed that the cafe was busy but there were
plenty of seats. I was curious why he'd chosen my table, but I wasn't about
to ask questions.

"Sure," I said, smiling. "Have a seat."

"Thanks," he said. "My name's Cary."

"I'm Jim; it's nice to meet you."

For the next hour we got to know each other. Besides talking about the
weather (it was great) and our plans for the weekend (neither of us had
anything specific in mind) I learned that Cary was from South Carolina, was
in college studying to become a veterinarian, and was single. He learned
that I was from New York, ran an internet marketing company and was also
single.

"I can't believe you are single," he said. "You're a very attractive man."

So this living breathing hunk of perfection thought I was attractive. I
figured I may as well cut right to the chase.

"Cary," I said to him. "That's very flattering, but do you realize I'm old
enough to be your father?" It was true. I was 53, more than twice his age.

"Yeah," he said. "I know. I love older guys and you're hot. You're
handsome, and you've got a great chest and those perky nipples making dents
in your shirt make my dick leak."

There is a god, I thought.

I reached over and ran my hand along his right leg. "Would you like to sit
on the beach with me?" I asked. "I have plenty of water in my cooler for
two."

"Let's go."

We found ourselves a spot a little bit away from most of the crowd and
spread our towels on the sand. Cary asked if we were allowed to go nude
there, and I told him that indeed we were.

Cary pulled off his t-shirt to reveal an almost perfect chest. He had large
firm pecs, just a dusting of chest hair and the most amazing suckable
nipples I'd ever seen. I wanted to bite them right there. Instead I just
stared at him and smiled and took off my own t-shirt.

"Even better than I thought," he said, licking his lips. I have a 46 inch
chest and a 31 inch waist, so he wasn't the first guy to get excited about
my pecs. But he was definitely one of the hottest.

Cary reached out his hand and ran it over my right pec. He massaged the
muscle then pinched my nipple slightly, just teasing it a little. I moaned
in response, because my nipples are the epicenter of my sexual being. Cary
smiled, then removed his hand to pull off his board shorts. What he
revealed was impressive: a muscular pair of legs and an attractive uncut
cock, about four inches long with the tip just barely peeking out of the
foreskin. He wasn't hard yet, but he was rapidly getting there.  His pubes
were trimmed but not shaved, a look I like very much.

"You too?" he said, pointing to my bathing suit.

Why not, I thought, and then lost the suit. Cary must have liked what he
saw, because he reached over and stroked my already hardening cock. "How
big does this thing get?" he asked.

"About 6 1/2 inches," I answered.

"Nice," he said while continuing to stroke me. "And fat too. It'll feel
good in my ass."

We took turns applying sun tan lotion all over each other, then laid on the
sand and told each other about ourselves. I learned that we had more in
common than I'd have thought. We both like old movies, many kinds of music
and microbrewery beers. It turned out that, like me, Cary enjoys bicycling,
surfing and hiking.

Two active people can't lie in the sun very long, no matter how good the
company is. "Want to take a little hike down the beach," Cary asked. I
stood, offered him my hand and pulled him upright. Our bodies were
touching. We kissed, just briefly, and then he took my hand.

We walked - it was my first time walking nude on a beach - for about a mile
when Cary suddenly ran toward the sand dunes. I chased him but was way
behind and when I got to the dune I could not see him. Suddenly Cary dove
on me and tackled me to the ground. We rolled around, wrestling with each
other, until finally he climbed on top of me, pushed my hands behind my
head and told me to "lay back and relax."

The first kiss rocked my world. His tongue made love to my mouth. Then he
moved down and lightly sucked on each of my nipples, making the fire in me
burn even hotter. Finally he ran his tongue over my abs and took my now
steel hard cock in his mouth, all the way to the base the very first time.
When he came back up he swirled his tongue around the head, which was
leaking precum.

"Best tasting lube in the world," he said before going back down on me.

I tried, but not very hard, to roll Cary over on his back so I could give
him the same treatment. He was having none of it. He pinned my arms behind
my head again, squatted over my engorged cock and, with just my precum for
lube slowly lowered himself onto my dick. When the head popped through his
sphincter he grimaced, and he held me there long enough to get used to the
size of the intruder, but it didn't take him long to begin riding up and
down, bottoming out with my pubes against his ass on every stroke.

And what an ass it was - it gripped me like a suction cup. While he fucked
himself on my dick I pulled him down for a long passionate kiss, then
reached up to work over his incredible nipples, first rubbing them, then
pulling them. My nipple work made him shiver, and he sped up the pace of
riding me. Far far too soon his ass tightened, he planted my cock as deep
inside as it would go, and he fired off seven ropes of cum on my chin and
chest. His orgasm, which made him shake, was enough to set me off. Just
moments after he finished emptying his balls I unloaded my cum deep into
his ass.

It wasn't until our orgasms subsided and out breathing got back to normal
that we noticed that we'd attracted a crowd. A dozen guys were standing
around us jerking their cocks while watching the hot show we were giving.
One of them stepped over close to us and sprayed us with his load. When he
was drained another one of them pointed his dick at Cary and shot off all
over his chest. The next guy unloaded on my face. When all of them were
finished Cary and I had cum covering our hair, faces, torsos and cocks. It
was slutty and nasty and I loved every minute of it.

We ran into the ocean to rinse the cum off - lots of extra protein for the
fish for sure. When we were done I asked Cary if he'd like to come back to
my room for a nap. He agreed.

Of course we didn't take a nap. We got in the shower to wash the salt off
our bodies and out of our hair and soon we were making out again. Cary took
my cock and positioned it between his firm ass cheeks, turned his head and
asked if I would fuck him again. I said sure, just a second, and then
turned toward the drain to piss.

"What are ya doing?" he asked.

"Have to piss before we can have sex," I said.

He turned me around again and kneeled in the shower. "Do it on me," he said.

I did, soaking his hair, chest, face and cock. With his hands he rubbed the
salty liquid into his chest and crotch, moaning as he did. After my bladder
was empty I felt something warm between my legs; Cary was shooting his
stream up toward my dick and balls and ass. When I felt his piss against my
asshole I immediately got rock hard. Soon we were again under the mist of
the shower and were fucking like rabbits. I took him first, then Cary put
his large bare cock into my ass and bred me. I almost came again when he
did.

Finally we took a nap. We spooned, Cary's ass against my crotch. I kissed
him on the neck, played with his firm, manly pecs and asked him if he
wanted to spend the rest of the weekend with me.

"Try getting rid of me," he said. Needless to say, I didn't.

That was Saturday afternoon. Sunday would be even more eventful.