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The Last Summer Day

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 12 Oct 2003 2 comments
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by Nudball The summer is passed but some days ago I still wanted to go to the beach. The wind was cold but close to the nudist-area I found a spot where I could undress just leaving the shorts on. I was warm until you got up and would feel the cold air. After the first hour I understood that I obviously had the whole beach on my own, so I stood up, put my thumbs under the waistband and junked my shorts down. As I raised my eyes a jogger passed closed enough to see that I was naked. After all there were others there too, should I put my shorts on? I decided not to, after all, that guy had already seen me, and I was close enough to the nudist area not to offend anybody. I adjusted the towel and let the sun warm my body again. After about half an hour I opened my eyes and saw another guy at some distance in front of me. He was totally dressed in black, about my age, and there was no doubt that he was checking my body. He stood there and as he noticed that I looked at him he tried to hide behind some trees, but still trying to check me out. After a while he moved on and I could see that he now had his black trousers on his shoulders exposing his own bare but. And he left, but just keeping me quite in the middle of the circle he was making. His hands went frequently down to pull his meat and I pretended not to see what he was doing. After about one hour of that play I noticed his back in the sun and his arm furiously moving up and down. From the way he raised his body I knew he was about to come. I figured that he would leave after that J/O. When he had left I sat up with my arms on my knees, but to my surprises I noticed that he turned up on my left behind some bushes. This time I did not turn away and his hand went down to grab his dick, stroking a couple of times. �Well, if he gets turned on if I am watching, Lets do it�. He got the message as I was looking in his direction, and he continued. He went on for a while but did not succeed to get a hardon that soon again. He worked on his dick for 10 minutes without success. Still sitting with my arms on my knees facing him I was thinking of how to help him. �Maybe if he can see my whole body� and I turned on my left side. To my surprise my own meat sprung up like a shot. I had not expected that to happen as I had no sense of getting horny watching him. I could not hide, he already knew. I was stone hard, my throbbing dick forced me to tension the tights and my hand grabbed my meat all by itself. As he saw this happen he adjusted himself to have a better look and that made me feel my pulse even harder. I was pumping my steel-one. The pre-cum was leaking and glistened every time my foreskin slided up and down my cock-head. I was able to feel the hard tension of my own meat as I grabbed it even harder. He came closer still beating his cock. I felt totally exposed and that turned me on. As he was about 15 feet ahead I knew I was to let my load. I put my head back, tensioned my crotch ready to enjoy. The first drops of my white juice hit my left armpit and the rest was drawing a white string in the sand. He kneeled and continued his part. I turned on my back allowing him to use what he saw as a porn centerfold. He worked on his now stiffening meat. And I noticed my own was starting to move again. It did not take long to have a full attention again which is unusual to me. With two fingers and my thumb I started the new massage. I spread my legs and was also pulling my sac. I looked at him and saw he was enjoying my play and then his load went. I didn�t notice until I felt some wet sticky liquid on my skin, which we came at the same moment. After a while he got up and came towards me. He put his foot between my knees and just stood there looking down at my body, and I was scarred. But he just smiled put his thumb and finger together giving his approval and left.