The trip to Hastings was boring although I was eyeing the conductor as he passed by. He winked but nothing else. Sitting and snoozing I dreamt of a hot Spanish fuck fest, wishing I had joined the gay exodus.

But here I was towel and picnic in hand, headed for the Naturist Cove just off Ecclesbourn Glen. The train pulled in to the station through Old Town, up the Venicula Railway. It was a brisk walk through Eccles Bourn Glen’s wooded paths to the freedom of the beach.

As I wandered along the path the sound of youthful games and giggling met my ears. I was getting excited at the thought of hot straight twinks with bouncing balls to watch and maybe more.

As the path narrowed to single track I heard footsteps behind. I looked round and saw a gorgeous guy jogging towards the beach. How would I describe him: stocky thick set (rugger type guy), with thighs to crack nuts, a hairless chest but hairy everywhere else. He begged my pardon as he rubbed past me. I didn’t mind, "the view” from this position was just as good. His strong back and tight buns, oh I hoped he was going to relax on the beach.

I reached the cove, which was not a large beach maybe the size of a football field but not that well used and very sheltered.

The young guys I had heard were sitting in a stone cove. I could see girls there too and an older man and his Mrs. splayed out in the middle of the beach with the typical naturist book, wine, and oblivion at the edge of the cliff.

I looked for my rugger guy but there was no sight of him ‘till I saw him jogging away back to the top on the other side, my heart sank.

I set up my encampment on the side by the youngsters. With enough space for privacy but a good view of the beach I stripped off casually and set my self up with the sun cream (yeah it was one of our usual summer days). I gat a bit carried away rubbing my cock and gave myself a semi. I calmly took my position on my front and begin to soak up the rays.

One of the guys decided to play Frisbee and dragged along with him two others. I listened and heard their names were Chaz, Bill, and Sam a tall African with tight hair. His dick was 7", duller than the rest of his body, which was glistening with suntan oil. Chaz and Bill were white guys with mousey blond hair. Chaz was older than Bill and had a smattering of hair on his chest. Bill was clumsier and seemed less sure of himself. I could tell, Chaz had a 5" thick cock pouched in his groin. Bill had 7" with a bulbous head, all of their asses were twink, purt, and had suntan lines.

Their game went on until a larger youth convinced some of them to go fro a swim. “Last ones in is a pussy!” was the call. I had had a good look at all the lads and was feeling real horny, although not erect. Bill called out and said he be there in a moment. I watched eagerly as he disappeared into the woods out of sight.

I waited a few minutes and then went to take a leak following the path Bill had taken. I soon spotted him shaking drips