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Ultimate Massage

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by Anonymous Shaved crotches have always been a turn-on. A shaved dick looks more youthful. Looks longer when erect. And it signals the guy is more adventuresome. Perhaps into similar playfulness. As for me, I get off giving these same messages. Makes people curious, which is a good thing. So I shave for those reasons, and also to feel a slick, hairless cock when I beat off. Try it sometime (it grows back in, which is the only downside). Not many nude beachers are shaved, so its hard to recognize players. But sometimes they spot me. I always go past the couples area and head for the gay end of the beach where I'm in good company of guys showing it all just for the naked boy-to-boy thrill. You might have to walk a mile or more to reach such areas, but a long walk in the nude is exhilarating. And the scenery is so great! During one day I settled into an area where prior nudies had erected privacy screens on two sides. Just low walls of stacked sticks. The other two sides were open to the ocean view and to the beach path below the cliffs. Those two open sides are where bare beachcombers and cruisers passed by, so apparently those prior settlers had been interested in the same scenery. Having spread out, I soon spotted a younger hairless guy perched in the brush on the cliff above. As he was there awhile, I turned around with my feet pointed his way so I could watch him. And OK, give him a better view, too. And OK, get his mind going, too. Wasn't long he came down for a chat. He was at least ten years younger, Japanese ancestry perhaps, with a characteristic brownish tint to his shaved cock. Quite gentle and sensitive. He asked if he could spread out with me for awhile, and I was cool with that. It wasn't long he asked me if I would be interested in a massage, and I said "Cool." Really cool!! That began at least a two hour pleasure experience during which he scouted and oh-so-softly touched every inch of me. It wasn't like a normal, muscle kneeding massage. His touch was like a feather that stimulated long dormant regions. Arms, chest, neck, face, feet, legs, over, shoulders, back, calves, butt, crotch, over, thighs, belly, groin, soft penis, balls, hardening penis, erect penis. Back and front, erotic and not and erotic, again and again. It was heaven to experience such fondling. His hand electrified my mind as he spread my legs open to my balls and, with his fingertips, lightly dragged every millimeter of my engorged penis. "You have such a pretty cock," he said admiringly, which added another dimension of satisfaction. He asked if it was OK to kiss, and I said I wasn't into that. He was disappointed, but not deterrred in giving me one of the ultimate pleasure experiences of my life. Occasionally, guys walked by on the cliffside path and gawked, but at those times my towelmate stopped massaging and just tanned. So we were not displaying any unseemly act. And we were screened from both sides. Only when no one was nearby did he continue his explorative touching, and then ultimately go down on me, snuggling his head against my side-turned body. Even his blow job was gentle, and it lasted the longest, most marvelous time. At the end, I couldn't resist finishing with a hand job on myself to give him some small bit of vicarious interest. And prime him for the handjob I did on him. It was a totally one-sided afternoon it seemed. I had received all of the pleasure, while I just did a quick handjob on him. I felt guilty about it, and wished I had returned the favor of the massage. Then it dawned on me that it was not truly all one-sided. I'd gladly explore (from six inches away) anyone's body for two hours and watch them get excited and erect and groan to my touch and tickle their pulsing parts and witness a jackoff within tongue shot. And go away feeling that the day had been well spent.