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MEAT ME AT THE BEACH

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MEAT ME AT THE BEACH by bugshug (bugshug@hotmail.com)My true story concerns a winter getaway to the island of St. Martin--a vacation that proved to be one of my most liberating...in more ways than one! In 2001, after a particularly stressful year both professionally and personally, I decided to take a week off to travel to the Caribbean. I am an avid sun worshipper, and had heard that St. Martin has some of the area's finest beaches. Some of these beaches allow nude sunbathing, which I like to indulge in at any opportunity; the feeling of the sun, wind, and water all over my bare skin is truly delightful. And observing other naked people--especially good-looking men--can make this one of the most sensual experiences of all. During my stay I visited several beaches on the French side of the island, and none captivated me more than Orient Beach, site of a nudist resort accommodating dozens of guests in a compound of small yet comfortable rooms and bungalows. Undoubtedly it was the glorious weather, gentle breezes, blue sky, and equally blue water that drew me to this slice of paradise, but the added bonus was the freedom to observe--and participate in--the unclothed lifestyle afforded by the resort. Although I was not a registered guest, I was able to use the beach as well as stroll about the grounds, and I even indulged in occasional lunches and cocktails at the all-nude restaurant. After three days of lounging, swimming, and dining unfettered by clothing, I considered myself a "regular," and began to notice a particularly attractive guy also enjoying the delights of the beach and resort. He was about my height--5'8"--and weight--150 pounds--with a hairless, nicely sculpted chest, equally impressive biceps, a firm, well-rounded ass, and a good-sized cock that bounced invitingly whenever he ran in and out of the water. He also had piercingly beautiful blue eyes, as well as beautifully proportioned facial features set off by a dark goatee--in short, this guy was perfect! It was all I could do to keep from taking matters into my own hands whenever he was in my sight. Well, it wasn't long before I got the chance to meet this handsome stud. Walking past my lounge chair one afternoon, he noticed that I was reading the latest novel by an author we both admired. "How's the book?" he asked casually. I almost fainted when I looked up and saw those eyes, not to mention a smile that could melt a glacier. "Fine," was all I could manage to blurt out, but he soon had me at ease as we engaged in conversation about books, movies, travel, and other topics of interest. I found out that his name was Jeff, and that he was employed as a software engineer at a company in California. At several points during the conversation I noticed him gazing downward at my crotch, and I couldn't help but notice that his cock was stirring faintly with attention. Finally he asked if I had ever been to Orient Beach before, and whether I had ever stayed at the resort. "I've never rented a place here, and I've always been curious about the accommodations," I informed him. Jeff smiled and said, "Well, why don't you join me inside and check it out? I've rented a place here for the week and was just about to go in for something cold to drink. I guess I need to take a break from all this sun." He got up and motioned me to follow him, which I did--taking sheer delight at the sight of his well-tanned ass cheeks moving in an enticing rhythm as he walked toward his cabin. Jeff soon proved to be an accommodating host. As we entered the cabin--which was sparely yet attractively furnished--he went straight for the refrigerator and produced two bottles of ice-cold beer. Handing one to me, he grinned and said, "That should take care of your thirst." We tapped our bottles together as a toast, and he motioned for me to sit on the couch. We sat side-by-side, taking swigs of beer, and continued our conversation. Slowly, the tasty brew was going to my head, and a distinctly pleasurable feeling began stirring in my loins. At that point, I wondered who was going to make the first move. I didn't have too much longer to wait. Shifting in his seat, Jeff's thigh brushed against mine. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Would you like to see the rest of the place?" "Sure," I replied, wondering exactly how much more there was to see. Jeff got up and walked toward what appeared to be the bedroom, which was connected to the living/dining room area by a small hallway, and motioned me to follow him. I felt a bit dizzy as I adjusted to standing, but I was hornier than ever at the sight of Jeff's beautiful body and the prospect of what was to come. I entered the room to see Jeff standing by the bed, his hands poised on his hips in a very seductive manner. "Well, here's the bedroom...," he said, and his voice trailed off as his right hand moved to his crotch to grasp his hardening cock. I walked over to where Jeff was standing to get a better view of what I had been lusting after for the past several days. As he began stroking, his cock grew harder, protruding at an enticing 90 degree angle. The veiny shaft increased in size to about six-and-a-half inches, and I could see the swollen purple head disappearing in and out of his slowly pumping fist. My own cock stood at attention--helped by my handiwork--and reached its full potential, which I've measured at roughly seven inches. Pre-cum glistened at its tip, and Jeff also had a string of the clear, viscous liquid oozing from his cock-slit. Soon I could hold out no longer; my hand reached over, first to caress his balls, then to squeeze and stroke his beautiful stiff prick. He let out a moan, and soon his hand was on my cock, working its way up and down the shaft, which by this time had lubricated itself considerably with pre-cum. His other hand stroked my chest, fingering the nipples and giving each of them a good squeeze. "Feel my tits," he grunted, moving closer so that I could massage his chest. I felt the hard urgency of his body, and pinched each of his nipples--softly at first, then harder as he let out a deep sigh. Instantly, my tongue replaced my fingers, and I tasted the mix of suntan lotion and sweat that, together with the beer, worked as a powerful aphrodisiac. As I licked and sucked his nipples, my left hand worked its way around to his ass, massaging and probing his cheeks. He, too, reached for my ass, drawing us together in an embrace that brought our stiff cocks together. I couldn't help but look down as he held both of our cocks in one hand, pumping them up and down--what an incredible feeling. I wanted this to last forever, but I was just too damned excited to prolong the pleasure much longer. Gradually we worked our way onto the bed, still stroking, probing, licking, and sucking. I wanted desperately to take his cock in my mouth, but Jeff pushed my head away, indicating that he wanted only to jack off. He reached over to the bed-table and grabbed a bottle of massage oil; opening the top, he squeezed some in his hand and began stroking my cock while I lay on my back. Teasingly he varied the speed, first slowly, then faster, expertly pumping the entire length with one hand and sqeezing my balls with the other. The sensation was almost unbearable, and to increase the pleasure I reached down with my right hand and inserted a spit-covered finger up my asshole. Jeff continued stroking while I massaged my prostate, and I knew that my climax was iminent. Finally, I could wait no longer--with a thrusting of my hips and a loud cry, I experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life, shuddering and shooting cum all over my chest and chin. While I recovered, Jeff squeezed some of the oil into his hand, grabbed his cock and began to pleasure himself with quick, even strokes. He was kneeling over me, and the sight of his body, tightening with the anticipation of coming, was truly a turn-on. I reached for his balls, and felt them rising as the intensity of his pleasure increased. Again I lubricated my index finger with my spit and this time reached between his legs in search of his asshole. Slowly I worked my finger in, probing the opening in search of his prostate. I must have been doing something right, because his moans increased, his entire body stiffened, and he let out out a cry as his cock spewed forth a torrent of cum which landed on my belly and chest like hot lava. After he collapsed on the bed, Jeff let out a huge sigh and then began to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I won the bet!" he replied. "Bet? What bet is that?" I demanded as I pinned him to the mattress. He then explained to me that he had met some jack-off buddies currently staying at the resort, all of whom were wondering if I would soon join "the team." Whoever got to jack-off with me first won a pool of money, which was to be used to buy beers for a group J/O party. Sure enough, that night I was "initiated" into one of the wildest, sexiest, cum-dripping J/O orgies I've ever experienced. But that's another story--and another reason why this was definitely the most memorable vacation of my life!

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