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Amazing Day

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An incredible day at the beach.


One of the best days of my life is a day I spent on South Padre. My first morning there was very hazy/foggy. I wasn’t sure what to do. I finally decided, screw it, I’m going to the beach, like I planned. I had bought a tan-through bikini suit before the trip. I put that on, added a T-shirt, packed water and lots of snack food, some of it healthy, in my backpack and went outside. I had strapped my bike to my car for this trip, so I took it off the rack, hopped on, and headed north.

I had a portable CD player feeding “Waiting for the Buzz” through my earphones, which helped make the ride glorious.

When I got to the end of the road, I chained my bike to a barrier and took off walking. The bike ride had really warmed me up so I took off my T-shirt and stuffed it into the backpack. That left me almost naked walking along the beach among the RVs and tents that are always collected on the beach at the north end of Padre Boulevard. When I bought my tan-through suit, I’d been disappointed that it had a white panel to cover my dick and balls. I cut that out. Now I wasn’t sure I was fully covered. I looked down and it seemed okay. I couldn’t see into my suit, at least not from my viewing angle. So, okay. 

As I walked north, the sun started to break through the fog. I decided I needed to add sunscreen, but realized I hadn’t brought any with me. Oh, well. It was March. How bright could the sun be?

After a short while, I got to the nude beach marker. I shucked my suit, put it in my backpack, and kept going.

I’d brought my camera with me and I started taking pictures of the brown pelicans and occasional blue herons. I took pictures of the waves and dunes. I felt like my whole body was smiling.

Every once in a while, I’d reach down and stroke my dick a couple of times. It felt tremendously freeing to be wandering around on a wide open beach, completely naked, stroking my cock. It left me slightly chubbed and leaking precum, something I do when I’m even a little excited.

Once every ten minutes or so, a car would come bouncing along the shoreline. A couple of times, the passing car was full of college-age students. They were all in bathing suits and whooped and hollered at me as they passed by. It would have been nice if they’d offered me a ride, but they didn’t. I kept walking.

I finally got horny enough that I couldn’t hold back. With my cock swelling, I strode toward the dunes, leaving a trail of precum drops like bread crumbs in the sand. I crested the nearest dune to find myself in a little valley of sand and grasses. It was beautiful. With a light breeze caressing my body, I slowed my pace and gripped my dick. I started to stroke slowly. I realized that I could not be heard where I was, so I started to let myself react vocally to what I was doing to my cock. I was alone on a beautiful beach, sliding my hand along my hardened knob, mixing my groans and whimpers with the roar of the surf, still very much audible beyond the dunes.

In a moment, I came, spraying my cum over the sand, crying out in ecstasy. That orgasm was incredible. I wiped the remaining cum off my cock, shook it off my hand, and headed back to the shore. I rinsed my hands off in the gulf waters and resumed wandering, taking pictures, and basking in the glory of the day.

I passed by a fully dressed fisherman, who was attended by a dozen or more pelicans. I dallied awhile, taking pictures of his companions. We chatted a little about his fishing assistants, making little jokes. Then I strode off, heading further north. 

Another car passed me, carrying two older men, both naked and very tan. They both eyed me as they passed. The guy on the passenger side said hello.

I didn’t have a watch with me but I started to think I should turn back and slowly meander toward my bike. I hate the point where I realize my day at the beach would come to an end. Because I was walking — and had traveled a good distance — that realization came earlier than on most days. Because the day was so amazing, I regretted even more having to turn my steps back toward the textile world.

But I still had hours. Another car trundled north. On the beach, you can see cars approaching from quite a distance and they were usually traveling slowly, maybe 15 miles an hour or so. This was a pickup with about three or four college-aged girls and a couple of guys in the back with two more guys in the cab, all in swimsuits. I would be facing these young men and women full on, fully naked. Earlier, students driving by saw my naked ass, but if they wanted to see my dick, they’d have to make the effort to look back.

I started to get a tingle in my cock and it thickened just a little, which I was glad for. My dick is pretty average in size, so a little growth right now would show it off a little better. I could even feel a bead of fluid forming at the tip. This group whooped it up at the sight of my nudity. With the truck just behind me, one of the girls yelled out, “Nice ass!” I laughed to myself. So much for showing off my dick.

Still, the excitement of that momentary dick (and, apparently, ass) flash kept my pickle tickled and it slowly started getting heavier, meatier. It swung now as I walked, slapping the tops of my thighs, wetting them with the fluid my balls loved to produce. I stroked my cock a couple of times, and it reached up for more. I stroked it again. It was now acting as my compass, pointing straight south along the beach. I stroked it a few times, making me momentarily weak in the knees. I slowed my pace, but kept walking.

In the haze along the shore, I could see the fisherman still working his pole. He was tiny in the distance but I could still make out his movements. I stopped to work my pole, which was now bobbing up and down like his as he reeled his line in slowly, testing to see if he’d hooked any fish.

I stood at the edge of the surf, slowly sliding my hand along my hardon, down to the base, back to the tip. I’d glide my hand across the glans to gather up the precum and apply it to my shaft. I shuddered from the feelings I was stirring. As I stood there in the sun, facing the water, I wondered if he could see me and what I was doing. I shuddered again as my hand reached the end of my cock. I stood there for another five or ten minutes, naked, boned, slowly stroking, moaning, shuddering, and completely blissed. Soon, I was sending jets of cum into the shallows, the first few flying out ahead of me, the rest dripping at my feet. After I regained myself, I rinsed my hand off in the water, and resumed my trek south. I waved at the fisherman as I strode past. He barely nodded in my direction.

Because I was now facing the sun, I could see when I looked down that I was getting quite pink. I worried that my back, having faced the sun for hours earlier, was fully red, not just pink. I got my answer in minutes.

The two men who drove by before pulled up alongside me as they were headed south. They asked if I wanted a ride. I accepted. The guy in the passenger seat slipped into the backseat and I rode shotgun. They drove another mile or so, then said they wanted to sit in the dunes for a bit. They hadn’t eaten. We all piled out. They got some snacks out. I did, too. The driver remarked at how red I looked. He offered to put sun screen on my back. I said sure. He did, wiping some on my butt for good measure.

I can be a little dense at times. Like right then. This guy was coming on to me and I wasn’t taking the hints. In my defense, I had not yet opened up to the possibilities of stroking another man’s cock. And this guy had a very thick cock. Even though it was flaccid, It was very big. My two regrets for this amazing day? Not stroking this guy’s johnson, and probably getting jacked off in return, and not bringing sunscreen. I told them I should probably get back to walking, thanked them for the ride and the company, and started off again.

I passed the boundary marker for the nude beach and pulled my swimsuit and T-shirt out, but kept them in my hand. Once I could see the RVs and tents and make out figures near them, I pulled my clothes on. Another 20 minutes or so and I was unlocking my bike.

The trip back was much longer than the ride in. On my way, I found a store that sold vitamin-E enhanced aloe vera. I spent the night naked in my room, applying aloe vera to my very sunbbody, and reveling in the day I’d had.

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