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TRAPPED

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 19 Feb 2003 3 comments
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by Nudball This is the true story about the first (but not last) time I was exposing my woody in public. I�m not a regular nudist-beach visitor, but a couple of times every summer I go. I�m never much in to making contacts cause my only reason to be there is that I don�t like the white areas of my body. A short-cut, rather handsome guy had now and then been taking to me, he never made any suggestions, but sometimes I felt his eyes on my body. But I was determined nobody would ever see anything more of me than this. This time I found my place, undressed, got my towel and lied down. I saw a man in a green tee-shirt standing at some distance. After a while I felt my back and legs needed a walk. Without any destination I got up. After I while I noticed that I was heading towards the tee-shirt guy fondling his crotch and an other well tanned dark haired guy laying and giving his erect one a gentle massage, enjoying to be watched. I had to pass between those two. That scene made my own dick jump straight a head. Now it was a matter of time before something more should be seen. I reached my towel with a steel-hardon. The pressure on my dick between my stomach and the towel would make me come, neither could I squeeze it down between my legs for the same reason. I had to lay down on my back, closing my eyes to relax. After a while I turned my head at some noise. There was the tee-shirt guy sitting on his heals close enough to touch my shoulder or any other part of my body. �Please don�t� I prayed. �Don�t worry, I�m just enjoying your manhood.� he answered. At the same time I was embarrassed and flattered. My cock was making him horny. I didn�t turn but heard him breathing harder and letting his �aah�. With every pumping �aah� I saw my cock-head glisten of bright pre-cum. And with every ropy drop on my stomach the breathing behind me was more frenetic. And now the well tanned guy turned up in front of me. His rod was deliberately swinging and his sack emptied of the load. His eyes were passionately glued to my crotch. I had been trying to hide and there I was, not even able to hide my sack in my own pubic hair cause I had shaved my nuts and my bush was well trimmed to have a good tan. Then, I din't believe it, the short-cut guy passed, giving me a fast look. This was too much. He undressed and stood behind some bushes clearly visible. His grin told me everything: �I knew it. Now I�ve got you at last� And he was right. It was weird to be trapped by their eyes. But I didn�t jerk off. After a while I was able to put on my red silky bike shorts and to leave. As I turned around the well tanned guy was waving fare-well by jerking his cock and the short-cut was smiling at my semi-hard one. A dark spot appeared on my shorts. Soon the fabric was pressing my woody and it was impossible to stop what was happening. My big shoot of creamy juice was revealing itself as a big wet growing spot on my left leg, clearly visible to the smiling faces I met.