Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2009 13:18:06 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Guy on the Beach

The Guy I met on the Beach. Copyright Alex Carr

It's really nice when. sometimes you are feeling a bit despondent, say
laying on the beach seeing all the guys and gals having fun, and all you'd like
 is for another guy come and chat you. Up.
Such as it was over the Eater  weekend when I went to a local beach to see
what talent may be going. You   know it is guys, the ache and desire for
another like yourself. - after an hour  I guess I was getting a little
impatient, so I took a stroll to the local  toilets, just in case... although I never
thought of myself as a toilet basher  because you usually get all the base
guys inn there, the ones that just want a  quick suck or fuck over the toilet
basin, no that's not for me, been there, done  that but only once, once was
enough.
My idea is that if I hung around a  little another guy may get the message,
come to me and we could have a real  relationship together, I mean like
when we could spend time with each other in  the comfort of our private pad or
such.

But no go there either few came and went but never noticed me. I strolled
back to were I was originally on the beach and made myself comfortable in my
 swimming gear, hoping if I laid a certain way, I may just lure a sweet guy
- I  have often been told my bum is adorable and I have the most perfect
thighs. But  do you know what, all I seemed to attract were girls, fat ones,
skinny ones, not  so bad ones, all giggling and carrying on as girls do.

No I wanted a guy, with the same attributes as I, well more or less, to put
 it bluntly, a nice well equipped set of tackle.

I was just about to give up and go, thinking it was not my day, when this
older guy stood above me looking down, I could tell he was eyeing me by the
way  he looked. He sort of smiled and I returned the smile. Okay he was
about twenty  years my senior, about 50ish I gathered but he had a nice smile
and a great  stance, and anyway I was that desperate for a meet - after trying
to invite  somebody in the gay rooms of my computer, do you know they never
turn up when  you make a date!
He sat down next to me, his eyes still affixed on my lower  half.

"I'm Mark," he said  "you?"
"Pete" I returned and we were soon in  conversation. He was down on
holiday and looking for someone just like me to  share some time with, like maybe
a few hours in his holiday apartment, he wasn't  slow and I liked that about
him. It was almost as though he'd sussed that I was  desperate for it and I
really was. Already going through my mind was what he  would be like,
meeting a new guy was always a thrilling and wonderful experience  and, having
never been with a guy that much older before, it was something  new.

"How about we go for a little drink to break the ice and then you   come up
to my flat, I really go for you, Pete - you are such a turn on."

We sat outside a small bar and enjoyed  a tipple, the way he talked  was
getting me more and more exited, he had that certain delectable tone   and of
course our conversation covered our sexual history and our particular  turn
ons which were more or less compatible with mine, the big thing was he was
a giver and I was thinking just how lucky was that when I had always been a
taker, you know what I mean Huh? I had no qualms about sucking ass but
fucking  was out of my ability, and anyway I could never retain a hard-on - no I
was much  happier having a guy fuck me anyway.
The way he was talking made me flush I  knew it, and he noticed. "Perhaps
we should now get back to my place to sort you  out!" he chuckled.

I'd go for that, no problem. I wanted at that moment to be all ass for
Mark, Id' be anything he wanted me to be and he could fuck me to his hearts
content, I was that desperate for it.

He said his place wasn't far and on the way, given the opportunity, I
enjoyed his very first feel of me, when he stroked my ass all over and squeezed
me underneath, for a moment we were private so I stopped to let him have a
good  feel, leant forward against the wall. It was so divine and already I
just knew I  would love this guy, he had that certain quality of touch and
composure I liked  most and, closing my eyes I was already imagining us both
locked in a glorious  sixty nine position.

I must have gone into a daze, enjoying that so much because I heard steps,
someone coming up the lane. He took his hand away and said to come on, it
wouldn't be long.

Do you know what? I  don't think I have ever  been so infused so  quickly
when we arrived, it was a luxurious place, this guy had money, he  was
stripping me like there was no tomorrow, an d me him, he had a fine body for  a
guy of fifty and I wanted to indulge as much as I could see did he, we were
soon scrimmaging on his bed, exploring each other, his hands feeling me
everywhere, his face pressed against me, sniffing and licking me in all those
very important private places, and it felt so natural to respond straight
away,  soon after so very long, I was enjoying the feel and taste of cock
again, and it  was so very good, his was cut and a beautiful specimen, nice and
thick and about  seven inches, which already I was imagining the feel of it
sliding up me.

I sucked it gently, savouring the moment, brilliant! And it was so nice to
hear his generous responses, showing that he was really enjoying like I was
with  him doing likewise, perhaps one of the most intimate things a guy can
do with  another guy is to sixty nine, there it absolutely nothing more
intimate and  revealing, getting right to the root of the matter you could say.
I guess we  must have spent ages just doing this to each other, I must have
been reeking of  cock by the time we went on to other things and you know
what? It was brilliant,  the smell and taste of cock again I mean, and Mark's
was no exception, strong  and throbbing, feeling the pulse against my
tongue as I cradled its plum with my  tongue, sucking out his p-hole, tasting
that, so good and so sexually  stimulating, and when I felt his tongue do the
same to me I knew we were both  onto a good thing and yearned for the feel of
his hot fuck inside me.

I didn't have to wait long, he rolled me over ion my side, took me
sideways, a little rubbing of some really stimulating cream, and then the  feeling
of his cock slip into me no messing, I was all ass for him, wanting it  so
badly, now all that aching would go and at last I would be gratified by  mark'
s great deep fuck inside me, I was soon full of him, his cock wedging
tightly inside, making me pant and moan as he thrust deeply and strongly, and
when we came it was like a volcano erupting, his fuck was like that, and that
 would not be the end of it, later I took two more, in different positions,
and  my favourite bent high over the arm of the armchair as he spanked and
pounded me  with a good honest deep fuck, What a great meet that was. Mark
certainly made  his mark on me!