Bum Chums Have Fun In The Sun

Martin’s palms felt sweaty as he got off the bus and started
the long descent down to the beach, and his heart pounded away in
his ribcage. It was like being caught with his hand in the cookie
jar; just being in the proximity of "the beach" made him feel like
he was committing some grave sin, but his lust and desire and
excitement drove him on.

He had been travelling all day: first he took a bus from the sheep
station he lived on down to the railway station and from there had
a long journey into the city. Then he had to catch another bus out
to where he believed "the beach" to be. And all to lose his cherry.
At twenty five he was still a virgin and desperate to do something
to change that situation.

He had heard that there was this beach where men went to swim in the
nude and to eye each other up. That first time, when he read those
words, he was so fucking horny he had sat in the outhouse for over
an hour and wanked himself silly until his balls ached and his fleshy,
uncut cock was rubbed raw. He couldn’t believe that there was such a place:
what were those city folk like! But then he had started researching
it on the internet, on his boss’ computer when he wasn’t looking,
and there it was with a map and directions and everything.
There was even a picture of a guy getting bum fucked right
there on the sands.

Half an hour later Martin was down on the beach. It looked pretty
deserted and he felt extremely disappointed. He had not made this
long trek just to be the only guy on the beach. Still, as he had
come this far there was no point turning around without at least
having a swim. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and raced
down to the sea. It was cool and refreshing on such a hot day.
After splashing about for a bit Martin walked out of the sea
and enjoyed the feel of the sun and the breeze on his body.
He couldn’t believe that he was naked on a public beach.
If his boss and the other jackeroos could see him now!

He was drying himself off when he suddenly heard a voice:

‘Nice body you got there, mate!’

Martin was certain that the man couldn’t be talking to him.
His body was ordinary and he had a jackeroo tan; brown face
and arms, white everything else. He lowered the towel to see
an older man, perhaps in his fifties, looking at him.
He was still in fine shape and had a very handsome face
and a large bush of black pubic hair from which jutted
out a large brown cock and the biggest pair of nuts that
Martin had ever seen. The stranger saw Martin’s gaze drop
down to his big cock and he slowly pulled back the
foreskin revealing the shiny plum it concealed.

Martin’s cock sprang into an erection and he felt extremely
embarrassed and tried to shield it with his hands.
The older man came closer and gently brushed Martin’s hands away.

‘There’s no need to be shy.’ he said. ‘That’s a real beaut
you have there, mate’.

Martin was like a startled rabbit caught in headlights;
he just didn’t know what to do. He wanted sex: oh