The Pacific sun felt great shining down on my naked torso. I had the whole beach set-up going for me—sunglasses, towel on the sand, surfboard, sunscreen, and, most importantly, plenty of hot boys to look at. I don’t really get out to the beach much since I live in the city, but these escapes every month or so invigorate my body. Sometimes I get to hook up with a guy, too, and I feel even better.

I have a huge weakness for beach dudes, especially the blonde ones. They always have a nice tan to complement their pretty eyes. Every time I go to the beach, I rent a room out at the Motel California just in case I get to take one of them back with me. I’m constantly on the prowl for some new beach twink to take to bed, and they’re usually more than willing. There’s nothing in the world I like more than a young, smooth, carefree, and blonde twink with a big dick.

My last trip to the beach was a disappointment because I ended up not bringing anyone back to the Motel California, which was a pretty rare thing. I had to sit on the balcony hidden behind some plants and jerk my own meat while staring down at some luscious young dudes—straight, unfortunately—playing a game of volleyball. There was more than just one ball bouncing around out there on the beach, and my eyes couldn’t stop looking at their athletic bodies scurrying around on the sand like crabs trying to get to the volleyball. I undressed each of the player’s in my mind and tried to imagine their cocks and balls flopping around in the wind. I finally came all over my flat stomach and sat there determined to find someone to bring back with me next time.

I went back to the beach about a month after I had that previous visit when I didn’t get laid. The eye candy hadn’t been as good that summer because those long shorts had become more popular. Last season, Speedos were all the rage, and I constantly had a raging hard-on. I had to lie down on my stomach when on the beach because you never know who will see you, though I’d hoped the right guys would see it! Seeing all of those cute little twinks’ bulges between their legs sent me into a sexual frenzy—I could feel the heat rising from my crotch! I just needed something to stick my dick in, and luckily that summer there was plenty of that to go around.

I had to be a little more careful this summer because a bunch of straight people started going to my favorite cruising beach. Nothing turns me off more than coming back from catching killer waves and seeing some girl in a tight bikini taking up prime space on the sands. Half of the time they don’t even want to get wet. It’s even worse when some unbelievably hot dude is with her, because I know he won’t ever get the feel the pleasures of a man plowing his ass. Those straight guys are lost causes, and I don’t mess with them anymore.

Anyway, I got in some really good tanning time and decided to hit the waves since the surf was up. I needed some natural ocean water to cool off my flaming