This is a story about man on man sex. If this offends you please do not read further. Otherwise please enjoy this story which is the ninth chapter of a longer piece outlining how I learnt about gay sex whilst an undergraduate in the 1970s. I’d be very interested to receive your feedback and suggestions for future chapters. My email is [email protected]
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I grinned back and kissed him. His whole face was covered in my spunk and as we snogged bits of it were transferred to mine. I started to lick around his face to clean it up, and instantly started to bone up again at the thought that I was licking my own semen off him. He felt across to my belly and began to rub his palm around the pool of his own ejaculate, and he continued to do the after I’d cleaned his face and we’d joined together in a kiss.
It wasn’t long before both of us had drifted off to sleep.
o-O-o
“Come on, sleepyhead! Almost time to go!”
I’d slept like a log and hadn’t woken at all during the night.
Warren was standing over me, naked, holding out a mug. I reached out, not for the mug but for his cock.
“No time for that, I’m afraid! We need to be out of here in 15 minutes.”
I turned and looked at the clock. It was almost a quarter past seven, and as it was Thursday it was swimming day. Warren and I had to go to pick up the Round Table minibus, then do the rounds of the city to collect the guys from the Gateway Club who went swimming. I took the offered mug, thanked Warren and took a quick gulp.
“Thanks. Just what I needed.”
“If you want breakfast you’ll need to rush. I’m not hungry, but it’s up to you.”
I put the mug on the small set of drawers at the side of bed and swung my feet onto the floor. I was rock hard and could see the remains of our spunk on my torso from the previous evening’s romp which just reinforced my horniness.
Warren gave my cock a quick tug. “Such a shame to waste it, but needs must. Come on – throw some clothes on and we’ll be off. No time for a shower, but that’ll soon get washed away by the chlorine anyway. Give your teeth a quick brush, though.” With that Warren let my cock go and turned towards the chest of drawers where he kept his clothes. The sun was streaming in through the open curtains and it gave Warren’s tanned body a golden sheen. Although it was only early spring it’d been pleasantly warm and sunny the last few days and it looked as if that was going to continue.
I was about to go and get some of my own clothes when Warren handed me a tee shirt and a pair of underpants. “The teeshirt’s only been worn once, so a little man musk but nothing too overpowering.”
I sniffed and could detect a hint of sweat, but as he’d said not too much. I pulled it over my head and stepped into the underwear. He’d given me a pair of white Y-Fronts – the classic undergarment for the modern man back in those days. As I pulled them on I noticed that there were a couple of distinct semen stains inside them.
“Yours or someone else’s?” I asked.
“The pants or the spunk?” Warren quipped back immediately.
I looked up and he had that cheeky childlike grin on his face. He buckled his belt and sat down to put on his shoes.
“Either. Both.” I answered.
“The pants are mine,” he replied as he tied his laces. “The spunk belongs two different chaps. One lot from that young Danish lad I told you about who worked on my mate’s farm, and the other from a friend of his from back home who came to stay with him for a couple of weeks. We had a couple of lusty threesomes while he was here.”
Warren’s sex life, even as a pensioner, sounded incredibly full and varied. I’d only just begun my gay journey but my mind was working overtime at the possibilities my relationship with Warren would bring.
o-O-o
Swimming went off without any incident – all the boys were well behaved and observed all the safety rules we had, which was always our biggest concern. There was the usual collection of boners in the changing rooms, of course, (Warren referred to it as the “General Erection”!) but a fairly small amount of overtly sexual behaviour this week.
I couldn’t help boning up myself, however, as we dried ourselves, especially when a couple of the lads started pulling on each other’s boners. The guys were all what is called ‘special needs’ these days, but that didn’t mean that some of them didn’t have stunning bodies. In many ways it doesn’t seem right, but my own body reacted in a perfectly normally way to seeing a couple of beautiful young adults unashamedly erect and playing with each other while the rest towelled off, their decently sized hard and semi-hard cocks swinging from side to side as they dried themselves. Warren noticed what was going on and just gently got them to concentrate on getting changed.
After everyone was changed we dropped the guys off one by one, and once they’d all departed I moved as per usual into the front seat of the minibus with Warren. The first thing he did was to put his hand on my crotch.
“That boner gone now?” he laughed, giving me a squeeze.
“Sorry about that” I said, somewhat sheepishly.
“You can’t help it,” he replied. “All that testosterone speeding around your bloodstream. And Martin is a real stunner, isn’t he?”
Once we’d dropped off the minibus we made our way, as had become our habit, to the Indian restaurant where we had a delicious lunch. I’d really gotten into Indian food since coming up to university in the autumn, and sharing a meal each week with someone who’d spent much of their life on the subcontinent had expanded my knowledge of that cuisine – and how to eat it – tremendously. I was a little bothered by the fact that we never appeared to pay for our meals, though.
“I must pay for us one week” I said to Warren. “It’s not right that you pick up the tab all the time.”
Warren just smiled. “No need, David. No money changes hands.”
I gave him a puzzled look.
“I told you how Farhad’s father was my havildar-major during the war – well Farhad would never let me give him money for his hospitality.”
“But…”
Warren held up his hand. “So we have this deal that suits both of us. I eat here once a week – and as you’ve seen the food is excellent, the best Indian cuisine in the city – and as an old family friend Farhad is pleased to provide me with his hospitality. I’ve known him since he was a small boy. He would feel ashamed to take money off me, and also if he felt I was avoiding his restaurant and going elsewhere. But, as that old family friend I’m more than happy to tutor his two sons in maths and English. He’s hopeful that one day they’ll get scholarships to St John’s, the posh private school, and I’ve been giving them a bit of coaching since they were little. Nothing too intense, just a couple of hours every week.”
Hearing that made me feel a lot more comfortable with the arrangement, and allowed me to enjoy the delicious lunch all the more. As we ate the conversation ranged widely, as it normally did, and eventually we ended up reviewing the lads’ changing room etiquette, or should I say lack of it.
“It’s a real shame,” said Warren. “As you can see from the erections almost all of them have every week the boys have just the same urges as we do. They have very little outlet for their teenage lust, though. I know most of their parents are getting on, and some are very puritanical and probably get really cross with the guys if they’re found wanking, or end up leaving deposits on their bedsheets.”
“Yeah. A real pity.”
“I sometimes wonder if we can’t do something for them.”
I gave Warren a quizzical look. I wasn’t sure where this was going.
“Perhaps taking a few of them on holiday would give them a bit of freedom to explore.”
“You mean…”
“Let them find themselves. Hire a cottage somewhere with twin rooms and take away the half dozen who seem to be the most horny, and let them share their bedtimes behind closed doors. And see if that gives them any relief.”
I mulled it over in my mind. In the normal world these guys were all old enough to be out looking for sexual partners, and their bodies were desperately telling them they wanted some activity, but as they were controlled like children this wasn’t happening. Didn’t seem fair and perhaps Warren’s scheme was a good one. But on the other hand there was something in the idea that didn’t seem quite right, and I wasn’t sure what it was.
I felt myself blushing. Practiced over many years at sharing changing rooms and showers with lads I found attractive I’d initially managed to contain myself when pretty much all the lads got erections as we got changed after swimming, but I couldn’t help boning up when a couple of them started tugging at each other’s dicks, literally wanking each other off in the middle of us all. Giving those two beautiful guys the opportunity to have real sexual connection with each other seemed a kind thing to suggest. Unfortunately I also found the idea very erotic, which bothered me a bit.
“Still, let’s think about it, eh?” He put his hand on top of mine. “Top of mind has to be someone else’s continuing education, eh?” He looked up at me and grinned. “You’re feeling randy, aren’t you?”
Of course I was randy. I was a teenager who’d finally found an outlet for his lust and who was desperate to work his way through the whole menu of gay sex. I was on heat! Warren had promised to initiate me into receiving anal sex, and I couldn’t wait to get back to his cottage to start that process. The grin I gave him must have been full of desire.
“Oh what it would be to be as young as you again! I remember that lust!”
My tummy fluttered and my cock grew so much it began to hurt as it was constrained by my tight jeans. All I wanted was for us to speed back to Warren’s cottage, rip off our clothes and set about pleasuring each other.
“I thought we could drive out to the coast this afternoon”, said Warren. “Get a bit of fresh air. Blow away the cobwebs.”
I gave him a puzzled look. I knew Warren’s philosophy that pleasure delayed was pleasure enhanced, but I was rather hoping to have something up may arse that afternoon, even if it wasn’t yet Warren’s cock.
“It’s a lovely afternoon and I’ve got somewhere to show you” was all he said in response.
Which was how we ended up an hour or so later walking along a deserted beach.
I’d never been to that particular stretch of the coastline although I’d heard about it as a nudist beach. I was surprised how lovely and remote it seemed given its relative proximity to the city. The beach was long and sandy, backed by dunes that seemed to go on forever. After we’d been walking for a good quarter of an hour or so there was an old concrete structure on the edge of the dunes.
“Part of the coastal defences from the war” Warren said as he pointed to it. “Want to take a look?”
We walked up from the waterline to the blockhouse and investigated. You could get inside from a narrow opening at the rear, and look out along the beach in all directions from a number of slits which were too thin to really be called windows. As a military man Warren explained how the network of defences worked, and from one of the slits you could just make out another similar structure further along the beach. We left the concrete building and walked further down the beach to the next one.
Beside that gun emplacement was a bit of a path leading back into the dunes. It wasn’t particularly obvious, but once you knew it was there you couldn’t miss it. Warren knew it was there…
“The second of the coastal defences is the marker,” said Warren winked as he led me up the narrow track, pushing pass the marram grass on each side. “Just follow the track and eventually it opens up.”
I followed and after a few minutes the dunes did become a little more open although still sheltered from the sea.
“This is the gay section. The family nude beach stops a few hundred yards before the first of the defences. Then there’s what I call the “Empty Quarter” where no one really goes, and then it’s the part frequented by gay men.” He turned to me and gave me a long, deep kiss.
I put my hand on his bum and began to feel under his buttocks.
When we broke our kiss Warren looked up at the sky. It was completely blue and although the sun had started to dip, in the shelter of the dunes it was still providing a reasonable amount of warmth for the time of year.
“What do you think? Warm enough to strip off?”
I looked around me to see if anyone else was around.
“Don’t worry – you’re safe to lose all your clothes here. Been a nude beach for decades,” said Warren as he laid the backpack he’d been wearing down on the sand and began to unbutton his shirt.
I needed no further encouragement. As I’m sure I’ve said before I’d wanted to be a nudist pretty much all my life, and the idea of being naked in this place really thrilled me. I pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head and laid it on some of the marram grass, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and unbuckled the belt of my jeans. Warren was smiling as he – more slowly – continued to undress. I pulled down my jeans and placed them on the top of the grass. My dick was so hard and was tenting in the Y-Fronts that Warren had loaned me. There was a wet patch at the front where I’d leaked so much pre-cum since putting them back on in the pool changing room that it almost looked as if I’d pissed myself!
Warren pulled at the front of the underpants and gently rubbed my erect penis. “Very sticky,” he said. “I knew you were randy.”
He helped me out of the pants and kept hold of them once I’d been liberated from them. He held the damp patch to his nose. “Delicious!”
I couldn’t believe it! I was standing, stark naked, in the dunes of a long and beautiful beach. I put my hands behind my head, arched my back and stretched, luxuriating the warmth that the spring sun was providing. This was an experience I’d been longing for for most of my life.
Warren unzipped the backpack and began putting our clothes into it. “Put your trainers back on,” he told me as he stuffed the last item into the bag, “and we’ll go exploring.”
With that we began walking, hand in hand, through the various tracks that led off through the dunes. I felt for the first time ever that I was being a proper nudist – the sun was on my back, the light wind was caressing my body, and apart from my trainers I was I stark naked. I was erect, of course, but no longer rock hard, and as we walked my dick continued to subside as the feeling of nudity started to become more normal.
After about five minutes we followed a path up a bit of an incline and ended up on a small hillock from which our heads were high enough to see along the beach. Warren stood close and began to rub my bum.
“On a warm day in the summer there are dozens of men out here. Lots of fun to be had.” He kissed me. “No clothes, no inhibitions.”
“You mean…”
“Yes, lots of sex happens down here.” He drew me tightly into him and started to kiss me.
We put our hands on each other’s bums and caressed them in the warmth of the sun. My cock sprang to attention once more, and Warren’s followed suit albeit a little more slowly. We rubbed together slowly , me starting to groan softly at the delicious eroticism of it all.
“Don’t want to cum,” Warren said as I felt a smear of his pre-cum wipe across my belly. He drew away and continued to move down the track. “At least not yet.”
We continued walking along the tracks. The freedom of movement I felt was everything I’d expected and more. As my legs moved forward I felt my joints fully extend – no constriction from my clothing to stop my hip movement – and it seemed as if I naturally wanted to swing my buttocks. The sensation was lovely. After another five minutes or so we entered a small clearing, totally sheltered from the wind, whatever direction it chose to blow from. A true sun trap.
“This is a real arena in the summer. Lots of men sucking and fucking – no inhibitions whatsoever. Some come as couples just to show off. Others make the trek to find a partner for the afternoon. If you’re into sex this is the place to be!”
I looked around a tried to imagine it.
“You need to be careful, on a beach, though. Sand can get everywhere!”
I laughed.
“No, I’m serious. If you fancy fucking on a beach you need to be careful otherwise little grains of sand can become real irritants.”
I spread my arms out wide and let the sun gently warm my body. It was excellent just being here naked with Warren. The thought of returning on a summer’s day when there were many naked men here was thrilling. I moved behind him and put my arms around him, kissing his neck.
“Thank you for showing me this.” I rubbed my palms across his chest and caressed his nipples, nibbling his ear lobe as I did so. Then I moved my hands south onto his penis. It was getting hard again, as was mine.
We turned to face each other and began a deep kiss that lasted for several minutes while we each gently caressed the other’s dick. I closed my eyes as I moved my fingers around the tip of Warren’s penis, drawing the pre-cum that was leaking from his slit around the head to lubricate it. How I loved the feel of his circumcised cock! The sound of the sea from the other side of the dune was in my ears, a light breeze was blowing my hair, the sun was warming my arse. It was if I was in paradise.
Warren took off the backpack and laid it on the sand, then put his hand on my dick and gently moved my foreskin up and down my – now – rock hard cock, and we graduated into a rocking movement in time to our strokings. Warren’s tongue was inside my mouth, one hand was playing with my dick and the other was rubbing my buttocks. It was beautiful.
I opened my eyes. A man, naked apart from a small backpack, had appeared couple of yards behind Warren. He was about the same age as Warren, but much more rotund and quite hairy. The sort of bloke we’d call a daddy bear these days. Also erect he was vigorously wanking his large cock. Shocked, I pulled back and stopped stroking Warren.
“It’s ok,” Warren whispered into my ear. “This is what happens here.”
We pulled back from each other, our cocks as rigid as metal poles and both pointing skyward. I looked to my right. There was a second, younger, naked man there, also wanking. Warren turned slightly towards the two of them and started wanking himself in their direction. Instinctively I did the same, bending my knees a little and pushing my pelvis forward.
The men moved closer, and joined us in a circle, each one continuing to pull themselves off.
Apart from the one backpack neither wore anything, not even footwear. The older guy was deeply tanned all over but the other had the distinct outline of swimming trunks.
The circle became tighter, and in no time at all we were close enough to touch each other. The younger of the two men reached out with his left, non-wanking, hand and started to caress my arse. It was uninvited and unexpected, but in my horny state it increased my arousal such that my cock stiffened even more.
The older man took off his backpack and undid the zip, took out something that looked like a large tube of toothpaste. He unscrewed the cap then held the opening just above the cock of the man who was rubbing my backside and squeezed. A dollop of clear jelly came out and landed on the head of the guy’s cut penis.
“Thanks”, the guy said softly as he closed his fist around the gel and continued to rub his dick which now made a squelching sound.
The old man then leaned towards Warren and did the same to him before squeezing the tube over my own dick. Initially the jelly felt a bit cold, but instantly it warmed up and my knees buckled a little as the new slickness allowed my hand to glide over my dick with the lightest of touches and heightened the sensations I was feeling. With my cockhead covered in gel I stopped pulling my foreskin over the knob and just massaged over the exposed head.
The old man coated his own dick, placed the tube on the top of his backpack and then resumed pleasuring himself.
The four of us were so close our cocks were almost touching. I scanned around the circle, looking at the other guys’ faces all of which showed the intense pleasure they were feeling. I moved my gaze downwards to our collection of cocks – all rock hard, all squelching, all glistening in the sunshine. With his non-wanking hand Warren had started to stroke the older man’s buttocks, and this was being repaid by having his own nipples caressed. The younger man’s palm continued to move all around my own bum stroking each buttock in turn, moving down to where they reached my legs and cupping them gently. Then he turned his palm over and brought his hand up the crack between my bum cheeks, the feel of his nails so erotic as they traced their way up towards the top.
All of us were making soft gasping sounds as we pleasured ourselves which started to turn into low groans in the bottom of our throats as we coaxed our ways towards a climax.
It was the old man who came first. His groaning became deeper and louder until he let out an intense roar and I looked down to see his cock erupt – spunk shooting out of it across the circle of cocks and hitting my own torso just below the belly button. Another couple of spurts followed hitting me a bit further down, the last of which ended up on top of my cock where it joined my body.
The younger man then started pumping more quickly, turned in towards me and exploded onto my skin – half a dozen copious spurts which coated me from just below my nipples right down to my chest. The guy closed his eyes, took a deep breath and a smile grew across his face. After a few seconds he opened them, wiped his wanking hand, his palm covered in gel and some of his spunk, on my thigh. He then tapped me twice on the bum, said “Thanks mate!” and turned and walked away. As matter of factly as that!
I just stood there, spunk slowly running down my body, trying to work out what had just happened. I kept wanking myself, though. I wiped my wanking palm across my torso, across the deposits the two men had made on me and continued to pump my cock, their semen providing more lubrication to the head which I’d kept exposed. Somehow it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do!
I was almost ready to cum when Warren shot his load, also all over me. He’d turned to face me square on, leant his head forward to kiss me, and as our tongues met he delivered more sticky mess to my front. I couldn’t last any longer and immediately responded, my own ejaculate landing on his pubis and trickling down onto his cock.
Warren let go of his cock, put his arms around me and pulled me towards him in a tight embrace, continuing to kiss me. Our middles touched and we smooched from side to side smearing and sharing the spunk that covered us. Warren moved his hands down onto my butt, wiping the mess off his hands onto my buttocks.
When we broke the kiss I looked around and we were alone again.
