boy did
he want sex. But he had been hoping for someone closer to
his age. In his mind’s eye he would come to the beach and
meet someone and they would chat and then hours later go
off and have a meal and then later they would go back to
Martin’s hotel and make love. But something was telling
him it didn’t quite work like that. That something was
his blood engorged cock that felt so good in the
stranger’s hands.

The man was a master at manipulating cock. Each stroke and tug
made Martin feel more and more turned on. Nervously he scanned
the beach to see if they were being watched but there was no one
else about. He already knew that the beach could not be seen
from above so he relaxed a little.

‘Come over here in the shade.’ the man told him.

Meekly Martin followed his new found lover, watching his
meaty bum bouncing as he walked across the hot sand.
He had laid out his towel behind a small bush close to
a large rock, where they were well hidden from view.
It was a large towel and there was plenty of room for Martin.

‘You seem a little tense.’ the man observed.

‘I’ve never done this before.’ Martin replied.

‘What…never, not even a wank?

‘No, nothing at all.’ Martin was embarrassed to admit this.

‘Wow!’ was the breathy response as the older man laid Martin
flat on his back and began to nibble his pale, smooth
taut belly. His little butterfly kisses turned Martin
on enormously and he took the older man’s head in his hands,
feeling the warmth where the sun had caught his bald spot.
His hair was short and halfway between spiky and silky and
it was a feeling that Martin knew he would never, ever forget.
It was the feel of a man, a man who needed to be wanted
by another man; he was not alone in his desires.

Nor too would he forget the feel of that hot mouth closing
around his throbbing cock for the first time. Martin grunted
and thrust up into that exprienced cock sucker’s mouth and
almost shot his bolt. It was just the best feeling in the world.
As the middle aged cock magician licked Martin’s knob he
gently stroked his thighs, driving the young stud wild.
He wanted desperately to cum; he had a week’s worth of
clotted cream waiting to burst out of his balls and yet
he wanted to prolong this ecstatic agony, and give
the older man his pleasure.

The older stud knew he had a real live wire here. The way
the young stud kept thrusting up into his mouth he knew it
would not be long before the dam burst. How much he would
have loved to catch that tangy gush of man goo on his tongue
but he had a need even greater than that. He came off
Martin’s cock and started kissing up his belly again and
then on to his chest. He lingered long enough to tease
Martin’s nipples until they were like little missiles
ready to launch. He teased on up to Martin’s flushed
neck and then nibbled his earlobes, all the time gently
stroking that fat, eight inch wand of perfect man flesh.
‘Would you like to fuck me?’ he whispered in Martin’s