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Me and Three Guys at the Beach

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by Bare Eric What a fabulous lesson in male anatomy, I thought to myself as I knelt in the sand in front of three horny naked guys yesterday. Here I was, after a day of soaking up the sun at my favourite nude beach near Montreal, alternately sucking and jerking three amazing and very different cocks. I looked at the three of them, all pointed toward my face, and laughed to myself as I thought, these could have been lifted from a urology textbook, as if to illustrate to anatomy students the wide variety in the shape and size of male genitalia. There was an average cock, attached to an average guy about 50 years old. He wasn't circumcised and his foreskin seemed too tight, because it wouldn't retract to reveal his entire cockhead. I wondered if this might be painful, but it didn't seem to bother him, though, as I stroked him as hard as I did the others. It wasn't particularly thick, but his dick was long and slender and shaped like a teapot spout. The second guy was quite handsome, in his early thirties I guess. He stood six feet tall but his penis was surprisingly small and his balls were drawn up tight against his body. His pubes were shaved. In fact, this guy had shaved everything, including his head, but I could tell from feeling the stubble on his pecs that he was actually quite hairy. And then there was the monster cock, an absolutely huge specimen the size of a Bavarian bratwurst. Cut to expose an enormous red helmet head, I could see a purple circumcision scar encircling the shaft. Framed by a lush, black bush, this guy's dick sprang out�boing!�from his body and his balls were pendulous low hangers that swaggered when he so much as shifted his weight. Not much to look at face or body-wise, but from the waist down, the guy was amazing. Funny, though, for all its size and amazing girth, he had a hard time keeping himself hard. He would go limp when I turned my attention to someone else, but perk back up as soon as I gave it some tongue. I encountered the three guys as I walked the beach late in the afternoon. Without even talking to them, I could tell they were cruising. Hiding, barely in view, they were just standing there in the bushes, several yards apart, occasionally fluffing themselves, pretending to admire the scenery but really stealing glances at each other. Like an orchestra waiting for the conductor to show up, they needed someone to make the first move. That's when I stepped in. Indulging my brazen exhibitionist tendencies, I made no effort to hide myself and started coddling my balls for all to see. Giving in to the sensation, I tickled my nuts some more and felt myself getting hard. Sure enough, my rising penis got everyone's attention. The older guy seemed to take the most interest and responded by jerking himself and rubbing his hands over his ass-cheeks. So I approached him first, my erect cock bobbing back and forth as I walked over the sand toward him. In a strange kind of cruiser's etiquette, we shook each other's cocks (instead of shaking hands?) and sized each other up. He was in good shape for his age and his dick was obviously willing. The other two guys inched toward us, a little hesitant about getting in on the action. I walked behind the older guy and drew him close, grinding my prick into his back. I reached around him and pumped him a bit while teasing his pubic hair with my other hand. Then I pumped him harder, and he groaned as I got into the rhythm of jacking him while I humped the small of his back. By then, the shaved guy and the hung guy had gathered around, their inhibitions disappearing as they watched. Before long the four of us were masturbating like fiends, grunting and moaning, our gazes fixed on each other's crotches. Every now and then one guy would reach over to pull someone else's wang until finally we were in a tight circle, as comfortable with touching each other as if we'd known each other for years. It was fun to watch these guys and their technique. The old guy seemed to prefer short, quick stabbing strokes and was quite vocal, while the shaved guy was more deliberate in his motion. Meanwhile, the hung guy liked to pull down hard on his balls with his right hand and tease his helmet head with his left. It made his huge cock look positively lethal. As I grew hotter and hotter, I wanted to taste these guys, so taking the lead again, I knelt down and took them in my mouth, one by one and sometimes two at a time. What an amazing difference in size and texture, I thought, comparing cocks and balls and crotch hairs. I had never chewed on shaved balls before, so the shaved guy's smooth nuts were a new sensation. They felt like hard boiled eggs in my mouth. Meanwhile, the huge ram's testicles on the hung guy were something else again, so big that I couldn't get both in my mouth at the same time without hurting him. His beautiful loose scrotum wasn't exactly furry, but I liked how the odd renegade hair tickled my tongue. Every now and then he'd turn with his back to me, spread his legs and squat, giving me a great view as his big hanging bag. Coming up for air, I lay back and stole a glance upward. What a fabulous sight...three very different men, a blur of penises, balls, crotches, heaving chests and pounding fists. Then without warning, the older guy grunted and came, threads of spooge landing in a matt on my chest hair. Then the shaved guy reached down to me, scooped up some semen and lubed his prick with it until finally, he let fly with a great load that landed on my belly. As their erections subsided, the two of them ambled off in different directions, spent and satisfied. Meanwhile the third guy�the hung one�straddled me, pumping like a madman as he aimed that huge member at me, while I, on my back, wailed on my prick like there was no tomorrow. I expected Hung to shoot on me too, and right on cue, he fired a load that hit the sand with a splash, just missing my face. He grunted and turned away, leaving me to finish myself off. I didn't mind, as I caught a parting glance of his dynamite sac from behind. I edged by myself for a while, grunting as I stroked my absolutely rigid tool. I tried the hung stud's technique�holding my balls down with one hand while stroking my head with the other�which quickly sent me toward the brink. By then, I didn't care who saw or heard me and as I jacked away furiously. A couple of passersby stopped in their tracks and fluffed themselves suggestively as I whacked on. For a second, I hoped they would come and join me, but it was too late. My cock erupted and there was spunk everywhere. I looked down at my torso and could hardly tell my spooge from the cum left over from the other guys. I fought the urge to jump in the lake and clean up. For a while longer, I savoured my orgasm, running my fingers through the gallons of semen still dripping through my body hair.