A Happy Ending Please!

I was in my mid 40’s and still had washboard abs and a hot body. When I went to our local nude beach, I always attracted some attention.

It was at the end of summer and the middle of the week so I went to the beach and did not expect to find many people. I had most of the place to myself except for a couple of older guys who were regulars; they were way down at the end and knew I wasn’t interested in fooling around. I just loved getting naked and enjoying the sun. Besides, I had a few hours to kill before I was due at my next massage client’s home.  

I stripped off my clothes and ran for the cool water, my cock slapped side to side on my thighs as I went. I had a good semi-hard 8-inches nestled in a fine nest of red pubic hair. I know that I have two good assets: my muscular looking body and my sexy cock. I feel like both to be seen on the nude beach. I am normally quite shy but, on the nude beach, I can relax and have fun with no one around. I was also hoping I could get some time to play with myself while no one was on the beach.  

The water was too cold to stay in long so I quickly ran back up the beach. As I did, I noticed a guy in his early thirties walking down towards where I had my towel and bag. He had dark hair but a fair complexion and he was clothed. His shirt and dress pants were still on but he carried his shoes and had a towel slung over his shoulders. I could see him looking at me intently although he had dark glasses on; it was difficult to see what his interest really was.  

He smiled and raised his hand in greeting. I smiled as well. He came over and asked if it was ok to join me. He seemed fine so I shrugged and said, “No worries.” He explained that he was a security guard on his way to workout but his back was acting up. He said needed to swim and stretch for 30 minutes or so before he could continue. He quickly stripped his clothes off and took a swim. I checked him out carefully so as not to suggest anything inappropriate. He had a fair body and a nice, modest sized cock with a long hood covering his rod.  

He came back and stood drip-drying near his towel. Then he started twisting to try and loosen his back. I had brought my massage oil in my bag hoping to have a quiet wank. That was now not an option. So, I told him that I worked as a masseur and offered to give him some treatment. I asked him to lay on his towel and I set to work. He asked about the massages, how long they last and where my hands went. I told him that I was a teacher but now needed to get over some health issues so the masseur work fitted well.  

He was curious about the full body part and asked if many guys asked for a happy ending. At this point, I was kneeling in front of his head and working on his upper spine. My cock started to fill as I could see him looking intently at it. At some point, as I would push down on his spine, my cock would gently slap on his forehead. I admitted that a good number of customers asked for “happy endings” and I would often oblige. I would only do it if I liked them; if not, I simply ignored the question.  

I was going to spring a full boner if we kept this up, so I told him I would sit on his legs and buttocks for the remainder of the session. I offered to put my shorts back on but he insisted he would like me to stay naked. This meant that my, now hard, cock was sliding backwards and forwards between his thighs as I pressed up and down on his back. I dribbled some oil on my cock so the friction would be a little smoother. He started to groan and it became much louder as I sat a little higher; my cock was sliding up and down his but crack.  

I watched as he moved his hips in a humping motion. Oh my goodness, all this on a public beach! Thankfully it was still relatively empty. After about ten minutes he asked if he could flip over. I was going to have to leave soon so I told him I would need to finish there. He knelt in front of me and his boner was now an impressive 7 inches with thick precum drooling out of it. He looked at me, took my hand, and placed it around his throbbing cock.  “Please,” he said. He reached over and gently felt my cock. I moved my hand up and down a dozen times and I felt his meat start to spasm. He grunted and shot creamy cum all over me. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and laughed at the amount. He told me that it was the most cum, by far, that he had ever shot. We washed off in the surf and headed off to work.  

I gave him my number. We will see if he calls.