Beach Day

I grew up near a beautiful beach without too many tourists, and as a teenager I would spend all of my free time there. Being at the beach always made me incredibly horny, and I often ended up hard and in need of a good stroke. I would jerk off in the ocean, or on my towel hiding behind the dunes under the hot sun, or late at night out in the open.  The habit has continued until now (I’m 30). In every city I’ve lived in since then, I’ve lived close to the beach, and I still get crazy horny whenever I’m there. Every time I go to the beach, and I try to go as often as possible, I bring some coconut oil in my pack and try to find a secret place to get naked and rub one out. There’s nothing as erotic for me as working on my cock in nature. For the most part, I have managed not to get caught. Today was a really hot exception. Today I had the day off work and the weather looked perfect, sunny, and unseasonably warm for the first day of spring. I knew upon waking up that it needed to be my first beach day of the season. So I had a lazy morning at home, then got my pack ready and headed out to the beach on my bike. The beach I usually go to is secluded and hard to reach except by a combination of biking and hiking. It’s technically private property, which discourages people from going there, but whoever owns it is also never there. It’s actually more of a string of tiny beaches, each separated by a bit of land sticking out. All of this gives one the impression of being on a small, private beach, even though it’s really pretty close to a major metropolitan city. As I hiked down the cliff from my bike to the first beach, I knew that today was going to be perfect. The sun was bright and warm; there was a faint breeze, and no one was around. I quickly set up my stuff among some trees near the cliff, strategically choosing a place with some big boulders to hide a bit without being out of the sun. I pulled off all my biking clothes and got into my speedo trunks. I ran down for a quick feel of the beautiful, blue, crystal clear water. It was frigid. It will be months before it’s warm enough to swim, I’m afraid. So instead I rubbed sunblock all over my body, trying to avoid the inevitable sunburn that comes with the first beach day of the year. As I laid down on my towel, on my chest, to read the book that I had brought, I knew that my cock wasn’t going to let me get any reading done. It was already getting hard beneath me, taking up what little room there was in the speedo. I reached down to feel it hardening. It didn’t need much encouraging. It seemed like my cock also knew that it was the first day of spring! I undid the tie of the speedo and loosened it, allowing my cock head to push out and get pinned between the waistband and my lower abs. I love putting my cock in this position, and doing so brought me to my full hardness. I propped myself up a bit on my elbows and looked down, happy to see my thick, hard cock head sticking out of my speedo and glistening in the sun. “Fuck, I love my dick,” I said out loud, as I turned over. I had wanted to let the urge build for a while while I read, but I was too horny and couldn’t wait any longer to get my hands all over myself. I figured I could have one amazing session now, and then another couple throughout my beach day.  I pulled my speedo the rest of the way off. I grabbed my fully hard penis (8”, cut) and let it fall against my abs a few times. There was already a bit of precum leaking out, now glistening on my abs. “Fuck yeah,” I again said out loud, as I tasted some with my index finger. This is my favourite thing to do. I worked on my cock some more, stretching it out, fingering the head, and slapping it against my abs and the palm of my hand. I pulled it down toward my feet and rubbed the head on the smooth inside part of my thigh. It was feeling amazing. The whole time I was keeping an eye out for passers-by, knowing that I had an extra towel and my speedo nearby to cover up quickly if things got dicey.  After a few more minutes of teasing my cock, and knowing that this was just my first of a few sessions, I reached into my pack and pulled out the small bottle of coconut oil. It was liquid already from the warm sun. I dribbled some onto my now throbbing dick and both of my hands, and leaned back against the rocks. I slowly started massaging, teasing, and slapping my hard, leaking dick with both hands, pulling on my balls, switching techniques every time it got too intense, and quietly moaning while talking dirty to myself. I usually like to make my sessions last a long time, at least an hour, alternating between stroking and just relaxing, admiring my cock. But it didn’t seem like I was going to last anywhere close to an hour this time. My dick was now leaking even more, even dripping down onto the shaft, and my abs were wet from precum and oil. I held my cock with both hands, tight, one over the other, and felt my heartbeat throbbing through the veins. “Fuck, I love my fucking cock,” I said again, “I’m not going to last. Fuck.” I closed my eyes, on the verge of spewing cum all over my cock and abs and chest, willing my hands to stay still and let my cock recover instead of exploding. I tried to focus on my breath, and slowly I felt the urge to cum dissipate slightly, and I knew that I could start stroking a little bit again. I opened my eyes, excited to see how much precum had inevitably leaked out during my close call, ready to add it to the oil and rub it onto the head of my dick. Just as I opened my eyes, though, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, a guy was heading down the cliff, the same way I had come. Based on how close he was, I thought there was a pretty good chance that he had seen me trying to hold the cum in my dick, but I wasn’t sure how well he could see from there. “Fuck,” I thought, “I knew I should have gone further down the beach.” I regretfully slapped my still hard but quickly softening dick against my abs a couple more times, and then grabbed my other towel to cover up. “Fuck putting the speedo back on,” I thought, “If he doesn’t keep going down the beach, I’ll pack up and move myself.” I honestly wasn’t that worried about getting caught by this dude, but more annoyed at myself for not finding a more isolated place. I put my sunglasses on and laid down completely horizontally, towel still hiding my now soft, oily dick, waiting for the guy to pass me. After a minute or so, I figured he should be about to where I was, or even past me, so I opened my eyes and sat up slightly. He was right in front of me, with his back to me, facing the water. I couldn’t tell much about him from behind, but he had bike shorts on and a helmet strapped to his pack, things that always bring a smile to my face. The sight of his big, tight biker’s ass in his shorts made my neglected dick stir a little bit. Just then, he turned around. In a split second, I considered quickly lying back down, and then realized that it was too late. He was looking right at me, and I was looking right at him, still smiling fondly about his bike shorts. He was probably around my age, it seemed, and in great shape. He smiled back at me, and nodded at me in that familiar, “hey bro” way (or, perhaps, in that familiar “I saw you working your cock” way). Not knowing what to do next, I nodded back, then wrapped the towel a bit more around myself and turned over, trying to hide the fact that I was completely naked and covered in coconut oil, the open bottle of which was still sitting next to me. He was nice on the eyes for sure, but I figured that the interaction was over, and I was ready for him to move to the next part of the beach so that I could get back to teasing my dick back up to orgasm. Less than a minute later, though, he was in my field of vision again, this time setting up his own towel only 10 metres or so away from mine. He had his back to me again, and I watched as he set everything up. “This could either be really hot or really annoying,” I thought to myself, as I checked out his butt in his bike shorts again. He ended up slipping them off, revealing even more of his nice butt in some perfectly cut boxer briefs. “Damn,” I thought, “Biking is good for the ass.” And then, “Fuck, I love spring.” Of course, just then, he turned around to see me looking at him, once again. He gave me another smile, looked down at his stuff on the sand, and picked up his towel. He started walking toward me. “Ah, fuck,” I thought, “I’m completely naked under here.”  As he approached, I prepared myself for an awkward introductory conversation in which I would pretty much immediately have to admit that I was naked under my towel, since I was in such an awkward, horizontal, face-down position and couldn’t very easily right myself to shake his hand or whatever. But, to my confusion, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even make eye contact once he arrived, but just put his towel down and laid down, on his back, still in his boxer briefs. I watched him, trying to see whether he was hard, but I couldn’t really tell. He closed his eyes and began to sunbathe, as though this sudden closeness was totally normal. I didn’t really know what to do. He seemed confident and friendly, and not at all threatening, but it was still strange how quickly he moved next to me and the lack of verbal communication. I guess I could have/should have said something to him, but I was too confused and still worried about my vulnerable state underneath my towel. I decided to follow his lead and lie back down. I once again carefully maneuvered my body so that I was back on my back, still with the towel over me. After what felt like 20 minutes, but was probably only 5, he reached over and grabbed the bottle of coconut oil that was still sitting in between us. I looked at him, and he looked back at me inquisitively. I gave him a quick nod with my head and my eyebrows, to give him permission, and he poured some on his abs and chest. “I hope he doesn’t think that’s sunblock,” I thought to myself. Coconut oil is the opposite of sunblock. But I didn’t mind seeing him rub his torso down with oil, as I noticed for the third time how well built he was. As he continued rubbing the coconut oil into his abs, he started moving closer to the waistband of his boxer briefs. Now he was definitely sporting a hard dick under there. Suddenly, with one motion, he pushed his hand flat against his abs, down into his underwear, and pulled them down to his ankles, using his feet to get them the rest of the way off. Sure enough, he was hard and ready. He appeared to be roughly the same size as me and just as thick, but uncut. A small dab of precum was already glistening the opening of his foreskin. He looked at me and smiled again, and dribbled a bit more coconut oil onto his right hand and onto his dick. This guy was either super open, or he had seen me while he was coming down the cliff and I was trying to hold my orgasm back. I was a little embarrassed, because despite how hot this situation was, all of the confusion had led to me getting completely soft. I tentatively slid my hand under my towel and tried to coax my dick into getting hard again while staring at his big, fully erect cock. “Whatever,” I thought, “he probably already saw me from up in the woods,” and I moved the towel aside, revealing my now semi-hard dick, still lubed up and with some precum on the head. I added some more oil and started slowly masturbating, watching him do the same. I watched him pull his foreskin down over his thick, purple cock head, and we both moaned simultaneously as we stared at each other’s now full erections. The combination of the sun on my body, my now re-hardening dick, and this strange, hot dude was amazing. He scooted his towel and body closer to me without getting up, so that now my left elbow was touching his right elbow. Since I usually use both hands when I jerk off, and he was using his right hand, our elbows were moving against each other as we stroked. It was incredibly hot. We continued that way for a couple minutes, our elbows and triceps pushing against each other as we stroked in unison. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and didn’t want it to end, but my cock did not seem to want to pass up another opportunity for an orgasm. I could feel my balls tensing and my shaft getting as hard as it gets, and slowed down to keep myself from bursting. He must have noticed my breathing change, because he slowly put his right hand on my left hand, pulling it away from my cock. I took my right hand off, too, and my cock bounced a bit from the impending orgasm. He moved my left hand onto his dick. I grasped it, and the heat of it made me feel dizzy. It was thick, maybe thicker than mine, and I could feel his pulse. I slowly pulled his foreskin down, over his head and down onto his shaft like he had been doing to himself. I continued pulling it up and down, very slowly, and he began to moan quietly. One time, as I was pulling his foreskin down, he grabbed my hand and we both gripped his penis hard. Another trickle of precum poured down across his exposed cock head and onto my hand. I pulled my hand away, out from under his, and licked it up, just like I liked to do with my own. Then he rolled toward me on his side, and took the base of my shaft in a tight grip with his left hand so that my dick became extremely, almost painfully hard. Then he began slowly stroking the rest of my shaft and head with his right hand. I usually find my own masturbation to be the most pleasure my dick gets, but this was incredible. It went on like that for another minute before my breathing got heavy again. This time he squeezed my dick with both hands while I tried to get my breath under control, and a little bit of creamy cum dribbled out of my cockhead. He stopped and used his hand to wipe up the cum from my throbbing dick, then licked it off his fingers. The sight of it almost made me lose control of my orgasm. We continued like that for another 30 or 40 minutes, never speaking, taking turns edging one another almost to orgasm and then switching, adding more oil until it was gone. It was fantastic because usually when I edge, I have a really hard time keeping my hands off myself, but with him there to occupy them, I could give my cock a rest. Finally, after many rounds of going to the edge and back on each other, licking up the precum and cum that came out of our dicks, he swung his left leg over my body and sat up, straddling me between his legs with his dick in his left hand and my dick in his right. “Shit,” I thought, “he’s going to want me to suck his dick.” And then, “and what if someone comes down the cliff right now?” But soon after I finished thinking that, he started breathing heavily again, and this time it didn’t seem like he was going to stop. “Ahhh, oui,” he said. I briefly registered that he was speaking in French, and started thinking about how perhaps that was why we hadn’t spoken in the entire hour we had been together. I barely had time to have that thought when he moaned “fuck” in English and started spurting cum out of his thick, uncut cock while he very slowly caressed it. There were three or four shots of creamy, white cum that landed on my chest and stomach and leaked down his hand while he moaned deeply and quietly. Then he said “oh fuck”, again, and his orgasm started in earnest. His cum erupted out of his dick over and over again with force, splashing me twice in the face and landing all over my chest and abs. He must have shot 10 times, soaking me with warm jizz. I was in awe. After he finished unloading on me, he started working on my dick again. I had been on the edge the entire time he was cumming on me, but his hand had been still and firm on my cock. It only took four or five slow strokes with his cum and oil lubing up my dick before I was about to explode again. He once again slowed down, but this time not entirely, inching his hand up and down my shaft and cock head. The sun, the smell and taste of his cum, and my own orgasmic state were making me dizzy as I started rocking my head back and forth on the ground and moaning. “I’m gonna fucking burst,” I said to him quietly, and he looked at me and smiled as he continued working my dick. “Oh fuck,” I said, and then again, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, man” as the cum started spurting from my cock. Just like him, it started slow at first because of how slowly his hand was moving, and then blossomed into one of the fullest, most blinding orgasms of my life. I must have been screaming as my dick splashed me with shot after shot of hot cum.  As the orgasm ended, I began to laugh, almost uncontrollably. He started to laugh too, and fell down on top of me, smearing our cum together between our chests and abs. After a minute or so of laughing, he sighed, got up, and used his towel to dry himself off. I did the same with my towel, and looked up at him, completely naked and still glistening with coconut oil. He laughed again, walked back to his stuff, got dressed quickly and headed back to the path up the cliff. I watched him leave, bewildered, and then went back to work on my cock again.