Nude Beach Adventures

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Published on Apr 5, 2018

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True Stories of my Nude Beach Adventures-Taken Home for a Fuck #1

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I've always loved being naked, from my time as a toddler till now in my senior years. Over the years I've sought out legal and illegal places to be naked, either by myself or with others. Clothing optional beaches have been one of my favorite places to hang out from my early years in my 20s till the present.

I've visited nude beaches all over the world and I've been particularly attracted to beaches with known gay/bi sections. Some have been small, secluded beaches while others have been large expanses of sands and dunes. They've almost always been good, creating within me a sense of anticipation, particularly when visiting a new beach for the first time.

While I had jack off and fuck buddies in high school, there was a period during and after college where I had no intimate male sex for a long period and when I finally gave in to my desires, the sex was for many years limited to hand jobs, voyeurism and an occasional blow job.

This is the true story of the first time I bottomed for an adult male. I was in my early 40s and was at a beach near the Great Salt Lake in Utah. It was so large that people frequently drove their vehicles around clearly defined routes. If someone was looking for some fun, their vehicle was usually parked with a door open. A naked man sitting in his car or pickup truck with a hard dick showing, left nothing to the imagination.

I was driving around the beach, making the usual rounds, when I passed a pickup, door open, with an attractive looking guy, wearing a baseball cap, showing an inviting seven inch cock at full hardon. I stopped, slowly backed up, stopped and rolled my window down. Smiles turned into chat and soon I was out of my car and standing next to my new friend. Without hesitation, we simultaneously reached out to fondle each other. I squeezed his hairy balls and ran my fist up and down his shaft, while he did likewise with one hand and massaged my butt cheeks with his other hand.

I never asked his name, preferring anonymity. But he looked me straight in the eye and ask if he could fuck me. It had been years since I'd been fucked by a high school buddy but I knew I wanted his dick inside me. I said "yes, but not here". He invited me to follow him to his house, which in retrospect was perhaps a dangerous thing to do but my lust for cock took over.

A fifteen minute drive and we arrived at a small cottage in a nondescript part of the city. Once inside without saying a word we both start stripping our clothes off and were quickly in the same state as when we met on the beach...naked and boned.

Opening a drawer in his bedroom, he pulled out a condom, tore the wrapper open and rolled it onto his hard shaft. From the same drawer came a bottle of lube. I assumed the doggy position at the edge of his bed, while his lubed fingers penetrated my ass, first one, then two and then three. He expertly spread my hole and finally more lube on his condom wrapped shaft. I was ready.

Like looking for prey, I felt his cock head searching for my hole. Then I felt the pressure and in one continuous motion he pushed his cock all the way in. His seven inches was comfortable and only average thickness but the swiftness of his penetration, accompanied by suddenly feeling his bushy pubes up against my butt cheeks, caused my to gasp. But it wasn't because of pain. It was his assertiveness. I knew I was going to be fucked properly.

With almost no waiting he reached around my chest and held me tight, hardly moving his body except for his butt muscles to drive his cock in and out of my rectum. After a minute or so, he settled into a rhythm and found my spot, where on each thrust inward, his cock caused my prostate to tingle with an almost electric feeling. It felt wonderful and better than any fuck a high school bud had ever delivered.

I wanted it to go on but within ten minutes it was all over. A few deep thrusts, the last one held in tightly, accompanied by a groan and I knew my new friend had planted his seed, albeit inside a condom. He wasn't much for conversation and soon he pulled out, leaving me with that empty feeling a bottom has after a session with a good top. We met several more times over the next few months for equally good, but short fucks. Then he moved on to the next person. I saw him at the beach a few more times, chatting up other guys. I wondered if they enjoy his fucks as much as I did.

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