Date: Tue, 30 Mar 1999 17:06:27 PST
From: Richard UK <ukrichard@hotmail.com>
Subject: Holiday beach stud

Holiday Beach Stud

A story for adults aged over 18 only.


The holiday in Portugal's Algarve was proving to be everything I had hoped
for - unbroken sunshine, turquoise blue seas, beautiful shorelines and
deeply, deeply relaxing.  On this day I had decided to go for a cliff top
walk to a nearby resort some 5km away, taking in the breathtaking views of
the coast. I walked for about three quarters of an hour along the craggy
clifftop, sometimes a casual stroll, at other times a difficult scramble
over rocks with precious little between me and the beach below.  I guessed
I was about half way to my destination and, since midday was approaching I
sat down beneath some trees about 20 yards away from the cliff to have some
lunch.  It was hot, around 30 degrees I estimated.  I was wearing a light
t-shirt, blue nylon football shorts and a pair of trainers.  My whole body
was bathed in a light sweat and it felt good to find a little of the fast
receding shade in which to rest.  I had a drink and began eating some of
the food I had brought with me.

My attention was caught by a young man who had paused on the clifftop and
was looking down to the beach below.  I had passed a few people on my walk
that morning but, for the most part, it was very quiet.  The stranger wore
only a pair of shiny light blue shorts and canvass shoes.  His broad,
tanned shoulders glistened in the relentless sunshine and some of his jet
black hair protruded from beneath his white cap.  He took a couple of
nervous steps forward and, as he slowly descended I realised there must
have been something which vaguely passed for a pathway to the beach below.
Just before he disappeared he turned to navigate the winding pathway and I
caught a glimpse of his nicely defined, tanned and smooth chest.  I didn't
see his face because his head was down concentrating on his tricky descent,
but just this glimpse of his naked torso caused my cock to twitch in my
shorts.  The heat had made me real horny on this holiday but right now I
was a little too tired to think seriously about developing this stirring
into a full blown erection and pleasuring myself in the sun.  My thoughts
returned to my lunch and the stirring of my hot, slightly sweaty cock
subsided.

After a few minutes I got back to my feet and returned to the clifftop
trail.  As I approached the edge I spotted the narrow path which a
succession of feet had carved into the sandstone cliff.  It was about 100
feet down to the beach and it looked to be a difficult walk.  The beach
below was a small cove perhaps about 150 feet across with beautiful golden
sand which sloped gently into the sea.  The cliffs lining the cove on three
sides and the depth of the sea at each of the two front edges was such that
the beach could only be reached by sea or from the pathway before me.
Seclusion and tranquility was almost guaranteed.  The guy who had navigated
the cliffside descent had already reached the bottom and was laying out a
towel on which to lie.  I felt quite envious that he had this isolated
beauty spot all to himself but decided to move on.  I wanted to get to my
destination and find a nice beach bar where I could enjoy a cool beer.

The next part of the walk was every bit as enjoyable as the first part.
Each turn in the pathway brought with it a new view of this spectacular
coastline - small sandy beaches littered with huge rocks, many of which had
holes or arches carved out of them by the sea, circular `wells' leading
from the cliff top straight down to the beach below, again carved out by
the sea and, in the distance, my destination resort getting nearer all the
time.  As I approached yet another small cove I paused as I had so often
done that day to take in what lay beneath me.  I was stunned by what I saw.
Lying on the beach below lay a naked guy taking in the sun and, apparently,
quite unconscious of my presence.  He had a gorgeous body.  Even from this
distance I knew that the black hair adorning his broad, tanned chest was
curly and wiry, indeed it was indistinguishable from that on his stomach
which blended seemlessly with the thick mound of hair over his cock.  And
what a cock - flaccid and lying on his muscular right thigh it looked to be
about five inches long and fairly thick.  From my position though I
couldn't tell if he was cut or not or see anything of his balls.  This guy
certainly looked cute - short black hair with a nice tanned face, partly
obscured by his dark sunglasses.  He was certainly a guy who was taking
care of himself but who had not overdeveloped his physique. I was
mesmerised by his chest, powerful bronzed thighs and long cock and I just
couldn't keep my eyes off his prick.  My own cock was now sliding up the
top of my inner thigh and my nylon shorts were tenting before me
prominently. I felt vaguely embarrassed in case someone came along and saw
me but the desire to pleasure myself to this spectacle was overwhelming.
My hand reached for my now semi erect cock and stroked it gently through
the nylon material.  As I did so the stud on the beach below me sat up
suddenly.  "Shit" I thought to myself, "he's spotted me"!  I dropped to my
haunches, trying vainly to be more obscure but there was nowhere to hide
unless I retreated from the cliff top completely.  However I was
immediately relieved to see that the sole purpose for his sudden movement
was to reach for the sun lotion which lay beside his ankle.

After briefly brushing the sand from his chest and back the stranger then
began to apply the lotion to his hairy torso.  I could see how his skin
glistened as the creamy liquid spread and how the hair on his chest became
matted.  I imagined applying it over his chest with my own hands and my
cock twitched to full erection as a result.  The whole length of my shaft
was tingling with anticipation and I knew that I was so turned on by this
guy and the heat beating down upon me that a couple of minutes pumping my
six inches of pulsating cockmeat would see me shoot my load.  I took off my
shirt and continued stroking my prick through the silky nylon material,
enjoying the feel of my length and thickness through the gossamer thin
material.  A squeeze of my shaft just below the rolled back foreskin at the
base of my bell end saw a stream of thick clear precum ooze from my slit,
easily permeating the flimsy inner lining that was struggling to contain my
boning prick and the outer material.  A dark wet patch glistened on the
already shiny nylon material as I resumed feathering my thick hard cock
through my shorts.  My other hand reached between my thighs and stroked my
hairy balls.  They felt full and heavy but taught through the material
which was straining in this crouched position.  I teased the area between
my balls and ass before stroking my hot nylon clad hole. My heart beat
quickened as my middle finger played over my ass.  My shorts felt so good
up tight against my hole and I grasped at the material around my upper
thigh to pull them tighter still.  The seam of my shorts now pressed hard
up against my crack and the softness of my ass hole in particular.  My
fingers were now redundant - the feel of this silky material taught across
the whole length of my crack and along my balls was all I needed.  I had to
get to grips with my cock now - I was so hot and horny that only my naked
cock could satisfy me.  I dropped to my knees and eased my shorts down
beneath my balls, exposing my bulging shaft and wet, glistening mushroom
head to the Portugese sunshine.  My shorts remained tight beneath my
lightly sweating balls but the pressure was off my ass so I probed the
opening with my middle finger as my right hand began pumping my boning rod
in earnest.

 In all this I had lost track a little of what was going on beneath me.  I
looked down to the beach again.  My stud was now kneeling on his beach
towel, applying lotion to his broad shoulders and back.  The stroking of my
cock matched the swirling strokes of his hand as it spread the liquid
across his tanned skin.  He reached for the bottle once again, squeezed
some into the palm of his hand and rubbed his hands together.  With that
one hand reached behind to his firm round ass cheeks and the other down to
his flaccid hairy cock.  My hand slowed as I watched this guy rubbing his
creamed up hand over his long thick prick.  I wanted to enjoy the sight as
long as I could and I knew if I carried on beating my meat at the rate I
was I would explode all too soon.  Within moments it was obvious this guy
was getting a lot of pleasure from what he was doing as his cock began to
swell and stand out before him.  Suddenly his hand stopped simply rubbing
his cock and balls to apply the cream in his hand and gripped his semi
erect shaft to begin a slow wanking action.  The swelling between his legs
accelerated in response and within seconds he was pleasuring what appeared
to be at least an 8 inch prick, standing thick and proud above his hairy
belly.

The stranger on the beach dropped to his ass and then dropped his back to
the towel so that he was laying with his knees raised.  He continued with a
slow wanking action but as his other hand reached down to his balls his
stroking became quite frantic.  Either this guy was nervous about jacking
off in a public place or he was just plain horny and in need of a
`quickie'.  Whichever it was it was evident from the bucking of his hips
that he was already close to shooting his load.  My hand picked up the
pace.  I was hot and as horny as fuck.  Suddenly I didn't want this to last
but to cum as close to my wanking partner on the beach below as possible.
I squeezed the thick hard flesh between my fingers and lubed up the purple
helmet and freely rolling foreskin in the process.  The middle finger of my
other hand continued to stroke my hot damp hole through the nylon of my
shorts whilst my thumb pressed the silky material gathered behind my balls
against my taught sac.  I looked down at the guy below, concentrating on
the hand that was pumping his thick prick.  I imagined how it would taste
in my mouth and licked my dry lips in anticipation.  His mound looked so
thick and black and as I thought of him face fucking me I could almost feel
the soft but wiry hair playing across my face.  Suddenly he arched his
back, holding his hips off the towel as he continued to wank off his
glorious prick.  A long jet of hot white cream shot from his cockhead and
landed on his chest. As it did I heard him grunt and almost instantly a
second load of his cock cream shot from the cock arched above him and
landed on his stomach.  He kept on wanking hard and I could see the rest of
his white jizz running down his tanned hand.  As he released his wet,
creamy cock his fingers ran up his stomach and the palm of his hand spread
the small pool of slippery cum across his belly.  His fingers continued up
his chest and slowly rubbed the long streak of ball juice splattered up his
pecs into each of his nipple.  The sight of this finally tipped me over the
edge.  I leaned backwards, enjoying the straining of the muscles in my
thighs and the familiar tightness in my balls.  I pulled my foreskin down
as hard and fast as I could.  My foreskin felt sore but at the same time
this slight pain increased the pleasure I was giving myself.  I felt the
first of my ejaculate well up inside me and I arched my back still further
so that my shoulders now rested on the sand cliff top.  My thighs ached but
this too seemed to add to the feeling.  I held my breath as a streak of
cream shot from slit and landed just below my neck.  I closed my eyes tight
shut, sensing the tiny beads of sweat around my eyelids.  Unseen, another
wad of my man cream landed across my stomach followed by another just above
my mound.  I kept stroking my slippery shaft as the rest of my creamy load
ran down the thick veined shaft and over my fingers.  My eyes were bathed
in sweat as the sun beat down upon me and the exertion of this hot wanking
session reached its conclusion.

I opened my eyes and looked with satisfaction at the thick streaks and
pearls of cum clinging firmly to my hairy torso and my creamy cockhead.  My
wanking partner below was standing knee deep in the sea washing his cum
soaked body and I longed to join him, to bathe him in the cool sea water
and caress his cock back to its pulsing, engorged glory.  I wiped my body
clean of my cock cream with my shirt and pulled up my shorts.  The wetness
of my thick, semi hard cock against the silky lining felt good and for a
moment I was tempted to find some seclusion to enjoy another wank. However
I decided to move on but resolved to return to this bay tomorrow.

Part two to follow.

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